#unfortunately it's been used so often idk where is originated from

[green-again]

will I finish this course or will this course finish me

[jave1y]

Since yall loved my other post and I might as well lore dump and introduce my ocs

elmur is a 19 year old who was born with a curse that gives him the ability to see beings that normal naked eye can’t see. These other beings include monsters and ghosts. He grew up with azazel and yuria and they became like his own parental figures, since he didn’t have the best guardian when he was growing up. though it’s hard for him to make decisions between the two since polar opposites opposite. Yuria being more laid back and azazel being more stern and serious. But he always has his uncle Dean to be the (well the only good human figure in his life ) elmur is super chill, and he’s also kinda dumb but I love him idk, (also no one can see these creatures other than him)

Yuria is a . Well was a semi famous solo singer that was murdered in the 1980 by a fan on her wedding day. But instead of doing the usual “haunting and being sad all the time”. She takes the opportunity to have fun with her predicament, especially when death (grim reaper or death in general) is waiting for her to move on. She’s semi friends azazel but often gets into shenanigans with him due to their polar personalities. She is very chaotic, but she’s also kind of sassy. I love her. I love my wife. I’m so glad that other people love my wife. Oh and she’s also pen pals with Dean.

Azazel is a being that is known as the outsider which is a monster that is exist in the outside plane, which is where most of the monsters that Elmer can see. It’s a combination of what we see. Basically monsters that just appeared but can’t be seen. They tend to copy humans mannerisms but not all of them are friendly . Azazel is one of those friendly monsters that had basically adopted elmur. He originally knew elmurs grandmother who had unfortunately passed. So taking care of Elmer is like a justice to her. he’s a stickler for the rules and sometimes he doesn’t realize that he’s being too serious with elmur. He’s not really used to it. He’s /srs most of the time, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pissy (think of the narrator from Stanley parable)

Dean is Elmer’s uncle and he already has a lot of personal issues and like Elmur he didn’t have the best life either. He drinks a lot but he also doesn’t want his past to define who he is now. Hes a Divorced police officer and he lives his nephew elmur and his son Travis (and some extra company) Dean is aware of Elmer’s “friends” but he’s supportive of it and doesn’t like to judge or shame elmur. Despite being divorced he’s on friendly terms with his ex wife and they still talk. But Dean is mainly alone when it comes to a social life, which is why he’s been getting random letters in mail from a secretive pen pal. Let’s say on the side of yuria chaotic energy and azazels serious and /srs manner, he’s in between I didn’t be careful someone who is confused about what they want can become confused about what you’re worth

Yeah so those are my bbs

If you have any questions feel free to ask or if you wanna draw my ocs ur absolutely allowed

I love ya

[transmascanakin]

For the varmitech bro au

1. Does Martin remember Chris? Does he know how he could've/should've looked like?

2. How brainwashed is Chris? How much does he actually believe?

3. Do the Kratt parents take any role in the au?

4. Can we get more Tortuga crew??? How does Martin deal with missions alone, how do the others react to him?

Ty for the ask anon ! Honestly some of these questions are things i originally wanted to include in the explanation post but ended up deleting because i didnt want to make it too lengthy so Im glad to talk about them now!

1. Martin doesnt remember Chris clearly, he has some blurry memories and flashes but its mostly the feelings he remembers if that makes sense. Like how he was close with Chris and loved him a lot, the feeling of fear everyone felt when Chris went missing and the despair when no one could give them closure, how lonely he felt after.

He doesnt really know what Chris could look like, maybe he likes to imagine, but you cant really get accurate answers like that. Also with cases like his you often see detectives constructing images of what the missing kids could look like now years later and I thought about Chris getting one of these done but he probably would only do that if he sorted through everything else because while Martin thinks his brother is alive, Chris firmly believes that he died a long time ago. He doesnt really think the image would be useful

2. Hes half brainwashed and half doesnt remember a lot of things naturally because of a traumatic reaction. What he has been told was that they have been through a traumatic accident (like a car crash) of some kind that damaged his brain temporarily and thats why he barely remembers anything from his early childhood and has some memories that never actually happened (the memories of the Kratt family) and he believes thats true because frankly, he has no reason not to. Maybe he questioned it when he was younger, but as an adult your childhood memories get really blurry (especially if youve been through something traumatic) so he kind of just accepted the car crash excuse to be true. He suspects there's something hes not being told but he doesn't even think of him being kidnapped as a possibility

3. A little, yes ! The reason Martin wanted his brothers case to be investigated again was actually because of how bad it affected his parents even after 20 years, which is just the sad reality of missing child cases. This part is unfortunately not that well developped yet, but maybe the Kratt brothers father fell really ill and Martin was worried hed have to pass away without knowing what happened to Chris, or maybe they got divorced after not being able to move on from the incident evem after all that time, ill have to think about it but whatever happened motivated Marin to contact detective Chris.

Either way I do have 2 scenes in my head that include atleast one of them ! The first one is where Chris and Martin go back to Martins childhood home to search the area again, and they briefly talk to mama Kratt who still lives here, and she takes one look at Chris with a mothers eye and thinks "wow he looks exactly like Chris" and although she doesnt believe its actually him she does think its some sign from the universe or idk something sentimental !! I just rhink itd be sweet of her. I also think itd be interesting from the pov of Chris because this is a maternal figure who treats him really nice and he just cant help but notice how different his mom is from Martins yk sad feelings...

Also Chris gets to reunite with his parents after everything goes down :)

4. Hell Yeah!!

Martins missions here are a bit more professional as he doesnt really have anyone to goof around with but he still has fun because he gets to gush about animals to the team.!! (He definitely wishes he had someone with him out in the field) Also i guess the villains are also interesting here because dealing with them alone causes confrontations to drag out, and they also become harder and more serious, especially with Zach as he got a big advantage with 'the crawler'. Aviva does jump in to help a lot but shes a bit limited because at this point she hasnt finished making her own cps yet (this might become relevant later i havent decided yet.)

In the last part I assume you were asking about how they feel about Chris, and they do meet a lot while Martin and Chris are working on the investigation, and Koki actually helps them a lot with her computer skills. The crew also grows pretty close to Chris, i mean he kinda just clicks with them, and he latches onto them a lot as he hasnt really had proper friends before. Like ever. Basically theyre just found family i love them. !!!

Sorry for making this so long haha I just love talking about this au... I hope these answers satisfied!

[lucyandthepen]

(give me that) can't sleep love | cyj

you’ve been managing yeonjun flawlessly for a few good years now, but there are just some things you can’t keep under control. the obvious solution? a blind date that skews towards the unexpected.

pairing: solo idol!yeonjun x reader rating: T genre: romance warnings: none! like the narrative has a swear word like idk once? word count: 3.5k 

author’s notes: yeah it’s not actually valentine’s day but we write for a completely new fandom because we simply have no restraint !! just kidding, i’ve actually been hoping to extend my writing for other groups, but i haven’t yet because i’m extremely slow and a bit fickle. this is my first time writing for anything txt, but i hope to do so a bit more in the future! 

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Maybe your mom was right. Maybe the entertainment industry just isn’t for you.

She’d actively warned you against dedicating your time to, well, anything involving the glitz and glam, but you just hadn’t listened. There had been good opportunities, great experiences you’d never get anywhere else. For the most part, your choices had helped that expectation become that reality; you’d met people not just anyone got to meet, and you’d definitely had a substantial amount of unique encounters.

Still, you were aware that the only reason you’d ever gotten the chance to taste a little bit of the high life was because you had Yeonjun on your side. Choi Yeonjun — the rising star of the idol world, with a better career trajectory than the guy who owned Apple, it seemed. His job was the access pass to everything you enjoyed. Unfortunately, your ticket to all the good things was also the key to your prolonged misery.

As his manager, you have a ton of roles to play — logistics coordinator, scheduler, alarm clock, wardrobe checker, and, on one unfortunate incident, last-minute make-up artist when the original girl had been a no-show. You were supposed to be busy at every turn, but Yeonjun on the job was something of a well-oiled machine, learning how to feed himself while you were on the phone and follow the line-up to the letter as long as he was awake enough to do it. It’s possible you could blame him for all the downtime you got that had led to the bulk of the problem.

Actually, you aren’t sure when it started or even how. Maybe it had happened somewhere in the middle of all his showcases and shows, sandwiched between the constant fever of communication and movement. Maybe it had come up in those hectic car rides where you’d spent a ton of time reminding him of what to do and what to expect. Or maybe it had grown with every time you had to wake him up in one of many lonely hotel rooms, with his head half-buried in the pillow to muffle the sleepy groans he’d use to respond to your soft voice.

Whenever it was, all you could be sure of was that you liked him. A lot. Maybe even with the time you’d come to know him, after all these years, a part of you was ready to say you loved him.

But that was the biggest barrier in the job, wasn’t it? Managers are supposed to stop their idols from dating, not want to do it with them. For the most part, you’ve been successful in holding yourself back from doing something stupid, which is technically the bare minimum for you. These days, though, you aren’t sure what it is; maybe you’re just on edge from all the work in this year’s promotional stint, and that kind of contributes to a weakened mentality, or some kind of wack explanation like that, but you find yourself more often losing your train of thought when you’re with him. Even without detailing the specifics to your friends and co-workers, they’ve noticed something was bothering you. They’d urged you to relieve yourself of your duties a little, maybe hire a co-manager to do all the menial stuff, but you know that’s not really the issue. Only one person — Sunyoung, Yeonjun’s wardrobe stylist — had managed to hit the nail on the head semi-accurately.  

“Look, I get it,” she’d said one evening, after she’d shooed Yeonjun out of the dressing room so he could strap on his in-ear piece and prepare for the stage. You were supposed to be running around like a headless chicken, making sure everything was in check, but you were just slumped on the couch in the dressing room playing some dumb shark game your nephew had downloaded onto your phone. “You’re tired. You’re lonely. You can’t even go out for a cup of coffee without worrying about Yeonjun. But he’s fine. You can relax a little.”

“I’m totally relaxed,” you’d mumbled, watching your shark devour a poor surfer on your screen. “I’m fine.”

“Then you should get out more. Leave all of this behind and meet new people. Go on a date. Listen,” she’d covered your phone with her palm, and you heard the telltale music of your game coming to a bitter end. “Do something fun. Go on a date, seriously. I can set you up. It doesn’t even have to be anything serious, ____________! Just do something not work-related for once next week, and get this toxicity or whatever out of your system.”

You didn’t have the heart to say no or the courage to admit that nothing really would happen if that date wasn’t with Yeonjun, considering how far gone you were, so you’d just agreed.

Sunyoung had set you up for a Valentine’s Day date. Ironically, while the point was supposedly to get your mind off of Yeonjun on that day, he had a scheduled fan sign in Sinchon that you couldn’t miss out on. You had to pack an extra set of nicer clothes and a make-up bag that Yeonjun had eyed questioningly but silently as you’d entered the van.

“So how long is this fan sign?” He’d asked instead, immediately turning his attention to his phone the moment the van had started moving.

“Until six.”

“Then I don’t have another schedule, right?”

“No.” You don’t really ask why he’s curious; Yeonjun enjoys his personal time, as any celebrity does. “You’re free after. The van can take you home, or wherever else you need to be.”

He’d hummed appreciatively, fixated on his phone, and the rest of the ride is consumed in silence until you’d arrive at the venue.  

Yeonjun is whisked immediately into hair and make-up, and Sunyoung emerges from his dressing tent a few moments after he disappears inside, portable clothes steamer in hand. “Hey; did you get my text?”

You shake your head; you’d spent the car ride irresponsibly ignoring your phone, opting to gnaw on one of your nails instead.  

“I sent you the details of a reservation slot in this nice Italian place near Dongdaemun. Just drop my name and they’ll lead you to the table.”

“Look, I don’t really know if I want to do this,” you mumble sheepishly. “Blind dating isn’t my speed.”  

“Just go. It’ll be fine. If you don’t like him, you don’t like him. Just give it a shot. If all else fails, just enjoy the pasta,” she’d said with finality, bopping the nozzle of the steamer on your shoulder as she walks away.  

Yeonjun is out of the dressing room in twenty minutes, and even then, you’re not sure why it takes that long. You’ve consistently held the belief that Yeonjun doesn’t need make-up to look good, and you can hardly tell when he has it on, anyway. Still, it’s nice to see his stylist pushing his hair up into a neat, tiny quiff, and he’s changed from his standard white tee and jeans to something that resembles a casual suit. You guessed they did it for Valentine’s Day — emulating the coveted boyfriend look, and all that.  

“How do I look?” He asks you, right before you lead him onstage. His eyes follow your hand as you fix the front of his jacket quickly.  

“Great,” you reply. “As usual.”

“So until six, right?” His mouth is lifting into a grin that you can’t really understand.  

“Until six,” you confirm, now a little curious. “You got somewhere to be?”  

“Not sure,” he looks down at you enigmatically. “It’s my off time, so we’ll see what happens.”  

“Don’t do anything stupid,” you warn him, even though there’s no heat in your words. You know he’s not dumb enough to gallivant around doing things that will get him on Dispatch’s radar.  

He just laughs, giving you a small wink before he hops onstage, taking two steps at a time. The voices around you are drowned out by the screams that ensue once his fans see him.  

From then on, it’s just the same pattern for the next two hours — you, standing on one corner of the stage beside a guy from security, watching hundreds of girls in a line titter and scream and fall to their knees in front of the table where Yeonjun is seated at. They’ve all got albums in their hands, offering them to him reverently for a signature, and he takes them all good-naturedly, scrawling his name and some short, practically unreadable message somewhere around it while chatting with them about food he likes and what movies he’s into these days.  

Since it’s Valentine’s Day, a ton of girls come with romantic gifts — flowers, chocolates, goodies baskets. One girl even brings a large teddy bear, plopping it down in front of him unceremoniously and scaring Yeonjun into accidentally miswriting his signature. You and the rest of his management team aren’t really strict about prohibiting gifts, but Yeonjun refuses all of them — nicely, of course, but to the disappointment of many fans. Every time he says no, he glances at you, like he’s worried you’re going to tell him off if he says yes. You’d wondered once before if he was just trying to pin the blame on you, but you know he’s not cruel like that. Today doesn’t make a difference; he rejects people with apologetic looks as he gives their albums back, and you can see their dejection as they trod off the stage. The teddy bear girl had left the toy by the stairs in her disappointment.  

Yeonjun starts his closing ment at a quarter to six, and you tap the security guy next to you to remind him to bring him straight backstage after he’s finished before dashing off and ducking into the dressing room to change. You hear deafening cheers coupled with Yeonjun’s cute little goodbye! that signal the end of the fan sign, and you’ve just finished combing your hair back when Yeonjun walks in, idly patting his hair to see if everything is still in place.

“You look nice,” he observes casually, shrugging off his jacket. You try to avoid looking at him, even if his shoulders are so impossibly broad that you can’t really ever keep them out of your peripheral vision. “Do you have plans?”  

“As a matter of fact, I do,” you admit, unsure as to why you feel so guilty for saying so. You’re not dating, you have to remind yourself. And you’re allowed to go out after work.

“Meeting someone special?”  

“I’m not sure. Could be. I don’t know who I’m meeting, if I’m being honest.”  

His expression is unreadable; his fingers are twirling his marker in quick, hypnotizing circles.  

“Well, have fun,” he finally says, moving to hang his jacket on the back of a chair. “You should take the subway or something. Rush hour, and all that.”  

“Thanks for the tip.” His words sound pretty dismissive, but you’re not sure why you don’t just leave right away. Maybe you’re expecting him to say something, although it’s really more about what you wish he would rather than what he reasonably would, and he just continues to stare quietly, still toying with the Sharpie. “If you… need anything, just call. You know?”  

“I know,” he replies simply. “But I won’t bother you on a date. That’s just plain rude.”

“I’ll still answer. You know you’re more important than a blind date.”  

“Am I?” He looks amused. “Sounds like you take this job too seriously. Don’t worry about me. I’ll probably just go home after all. There’s a wildlife documentary I’m dying to catch.”  

You’re pretty sure you hadn’t meant the job, but you don’t correct him considering how that would out you. “Okay. See you bright and early tomorrow. Remember you’ve got a radio interview at nine, so can you please not stop by Starbucks before you go home? Please?”  

“Sure, sure,” he waves you and your nagging off, and you bolt out of the door, feeling kind of stupid and a little flushed.  

You take Yeonjun’s advice and get on the subway, except the first two trains Dongdaemun-bound are full to the brim and you have to squeeze yourself into the car of the third train by elbowing a couple of annoying teenage boys. The other problem you run into is that the train station exits are a fair way away from your destination, and you aren’t used to running in heels. You clip-clop your way down the sidewalk and hit every red light for the pedestrian crossings, much to your ire. At one point, you stop in the middle of the crossing and consider just storming back to the opposite end of the road and going home, but the subway station is too far away for that choice to make sense at that point anyway.  

By the time you get to the restaurant, you’re about fifteen minutes late and have to sit on the chairs for walk-in customers to give your feet a break. The guy at the front of the house has the decency to wait for you to catch your breath and even quietly point out that a lock of hair is stuck to your lip gloss before he asks if you have a reservation.  

You nervously pick at your dress and comb the ends of your hair as you follow him. You notice someone is already seated at the table, back to you and looking over the menu. You think about all the things that you want to say — sorry for being late, have you been waiting long?, I totally understand if you want to just leave — but there’s a weird nagging in the back of your mind that grows as you approach the table.  

Maybe Sunyoung had known you had a type, so to speak —lean, sharp, nicely dressed. Technically, that wasn’t such a difficult set of characteristics to find, but the fact that they were all rolled up into one package seated at your table, so similar to the guy you’ve pinned as ideal, was just kind of spooky. Even the fact that your blind date was laughing to himself at God knows what, alongside the fact that the way his angular shoulders moved up and down comically the way his would, isjust weird.

That, or…  

All thoughts of apologizing fly out the window once you reach the table. All you can do is stare, your ears ringing and your fingers clutching your wallet tightly. Your mind has completely disconnected from reality, and the first thing that tumbles out of your mouth is loud and a little crude.  

“Literally, what the hell?”  

All the guy at your table can do is laugh harder, clearly because he’s Lee Freaking Yeonjun, and he’s finding this situation sidesplittingly hilarious.  

“Yeonjun,” you hiss, your hand flying up and curling into a fist in an attempt to restrain yourself from grabbing him by the collar. “What are you doing here?”  

It takes him another half-minute to sober down, and he’s still chuckling a little as he answers. “Waiting for my date, obviously.”  

“Explain,” you demand, pointedly ignoring the looks couples from another table are giving you.

“Okay, but you have to sit down first,” he motions to the seat across from him. You pull it back and plop down onto it, gaze unwavering. He pauses, kind of dramatically, before continuing. “So there’s a set course meal, but I know you don’t like shellfish, so I thought—”

“I don’t want an explanation of the menu!” You shut your eyes, trying to block out the scene for a second. This can’t be happening. It makes no sense. “I want to know — wait, is this a prank?” 

“What? No, of course not.”  

“How are you here?”  

“I took the van here,” he says, once again elusive. “I actually thought you’d get here before me, but then I realized you probably had to walk a long way. Sorry.” He has the decency to look sheepish at this point.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m on a date?” He shakes his head. “What’s not clicking, ____________?”

“Don’t sass me. Please. Do me that one courtesy, if nothing else.” He watches you down your water in one go, still looking politely amused. “Did Sunyoung put you up to this?”  

“Actually, I asked her to rope you in.”

“Because?”  

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” He looks incredulous. “Because I like you. I thought that was kind of obvious from the get-go.”

Nothing is making sense to you. Your head is starting to hurt a little, maybe from the situation, maybe from the cold water you’d drunk too fast. “How was it obvious?” You thought you had been kind of obvious, which was why you had attempted to stay distant and pretty aloof for the past few months.  

“I listen to everything you say.”

“You have to,” you point out wearily. “That’s literally supposed to be our professional relationship.”  

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have done it so well and so frequently if it were anyone else who were my manager,” he tries to reason, then continues when you look unconvinced. “And the gifts. I don’t take them.”  

“So?”  

“So, I don’t have a reason to not take them, technically. I just don’t because I don’t want you to think I’m accepting other people’s affections.”  

“That makes no sense. They’re your fans, so that has nothing to do with personal affections. You’re terrible at this.”  

“Okay, fine — but so are you!” His voice transitions into something a little accusing. “It’s not like you’ve been good at showing me you like me either.”  

He pauses, and for the first time in your life, you see something cross his face — uncertainty, maybe, or anxiety.  

“You do like me, don’t you?”  

The fire of indignant anger fueled by your initial shock dies down, and you’re left feeling a little embarrassed now. The entire walk here, you’d been torturing yourself with the fantasy that you could be somewhere else with Yeonjun on a date, but now that he’s seated across you in the flesh, you have no clue what to do or how to react properly. You toy with your napkin, but you feel his eyes burning into you.  

“Fine. I do, but,” you raise your voice a little at the conjunction; he doesn’t even take you seriously, choosing to look relieved instead. “But I’m not supposed to, Yeonjun. This is bad.”  

“Why? We’re at an old people restaurant. No one’s going to recognize us.”  

“Because I’m not supposed to go on dates with the idol I’m managing.”

“Be honest,” his bottom lip juts out. “Is that all you think of me?”  

Your lips thin out into a tight line; it’s easy to say no if you’re cheeky like him, but you’re pretty sure it’s easier to fire a manager for dating off-bounds than it is to cut off an idol’s career for the same reason.  

“Can’t we be, you know,” he points between the two of you. “Just us? Not manager and idol. Just you and me. Just for tonight. And we can see how it goes.”  

You hate that you cave so easily. You hate that you know you do because you like him so much. Your hand comes up to your face, trying to rub the ache away from your temples. A small, triumphant grin is growing on Yeonjun, like he already knows what you’re going to say. It occurs to you that after all this time you’ve come to know him well, he may have reached the same level of familiarity with you as well.

“Fine,” you mumble, and he doesn’t even contain his joy, pumping his fist into the air embarrassingly. “Fine. Just for tonight.”  

“Just for tonight,” he agrees. “Then we can see how it goes.”  

When you finally decide to meet his eye, you can’t help but laugh softly. He’s looking a little smug, and you want to smack him, or maybe just kiss him a little, but you just nudge his foot under the table. It doesn’t do anything to faze that little shit-eating expression on his face.  

“Don’t think this gets you off of waking up early,” you warn, but you never do get to threaten him effectively with just how soft your words are. “I’m still hauling you out of bed at seven.”

“As long as it’s you,” he grins. “And no one else.”  

“Shut up,” you try to bite back your smile, ducking your head instead to look at the menu when you feel it growing anyway. “Order your food.”  

You know he’s not looking at the menu even as you pretend to peruse it. Still, he falls quiet, eerily so, and you think he’s just staring until you feel something soft land on top of your hand.

Your eyes lift again to his face, and he’s still smiling, albeit a little more serenely, without that joking expression he’s practically trademarked. His hand squeezes yours tightly, and even when he loosens his hold, his palm never leaves yours.  

“You really do look beautiful tonight,” he says softly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, _______________.”  

[simplyender]

You previously mentioned that Johnathon probably had a less than ideal childhood. If you are still in the mood for headcanons, would you mind sharing your thoughts on his upbringing/childhood/adolscence? The good, the bad, whatever comes to your mind. Thank you! (I wonder if he was still roommates with Quentin Beck in the movieverse)

Thank you so much for asking!!!! Sorry about taking so long to respond, work has been exhausting for me, and I really want to give my best answer, hence why I stew over asks quite a bit, lol

ANYWAY,

• Apparently, The Spot from the comics is originally from Spokane. Yeah, I'll incorporate that one in to my personal beliefs.

• He reads to me as having come from an upper-middle-ish class family.

• Only child, but his parents were frequently busy with their jobs, and when they were around, they didn't exactly have or bother to make the time for him.

• Pretty judgemental parents in general.

• Despite that, he still spent a fair amount of time trying to prove himself worthy of their attention, a difficult task with...Mixed results, mostly leaning towards failure.

• One of my friends was once like "There was definitely a time where he wanted to show them something he made and got snapped at for bothering them.", and yeah I totally agree with that.

• Over time he became more reclusive, spent more time in his room than anywhere else. He preferred reading, learning to code, and working on his own little projects over socializing, something he wasn't all too skilled at. It wasn't like there was much to socialize with at home, anyways, considering he would either be ignored or treated like a nuisance a solid 90% of the time.

• This was a double edged sword, though, since he'd also been yelled at for "being in his room all the time" a few times.

• Was used as a scapegoat quite often.

• After a certain point he moved on to trying to get his validation through other means. High grades, impressive science projects, plans to become a scientist and making the biggest damn breakthrough ever seen, do something that will change the world forever. Because then nobody could ignore him or treat him like he's less if he managed that.

• But obviously they're not the worst in his mind because they helped pay for college, so,,,,,,

edit: actually thought about this some more and he probably got a scholarship. oops lol idk high academics.

• Saw the 1933 Invisible man at a young age and absolutely loved it, he spent a short period of time trying to figure out how to make himself invisible, and kind of wished that dr. Jack Griffin was his real dad and that also maybe he'd kill his parents, healthy and not worrying thoughts from a probably 8 year old. It's been around 25+ years since then, but he'd still get seriously embarrassed if somebody brought up his old attempts.

• Had a massive growth spurt in his early teenage years, which automatically put a target on his back for even more bullying.

• Started experimenting with his fashion and putting some more work in to his appearance close to the end of high school. Still sucked at keeping up with haircuts and remembering to shave, though.

• Was probably at his peak in college, honestly. Nicest place he's been in. Least bullying he's experienced. He even made a friend or two!

• IMO he was totally roommates with Quentin in this universe too, they were on different tracks, but all in all, they got along pretty well! John was happy to help him with with whatever he was working on, although, John mostly kept his personal stuff to himself (still appreciated the extra hand with carrying things...), or at least tried to. Whether he was listened to or not is another matter entirely. When they collaborated, they were a real dream team. Unfortunately, they kinda fell out of contact after college, so it was a pretty big surprise to John when Mysterio got caught and it was released that his old college roommate had become a supervillain.

....Which only further entrench him in the "I'm meant to be Spider-Man's nemesis" mindset, by the way.

[rmorde]

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Continuing with Volume 1, Chapter 10!

SOOOO CUUUTTTEE!!!!! Let me stare a bit first.

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OK! I'm good! Wait... Arcadia? Huh? Noooo! Does this mean no Woof Woof yet?!

I wonder if the font for the letter in original Japanese is different too. I always like it when this is done instead of using "quotations". It's a nice touch.

Seems like the focus of this chapter are our dear insurance ladies. Love love Milly's devotion in whatever she does. She always strives to do her best in her job, but this dedication to write to each relative she has every month is just something else. I also appreciate how she is kinda treasured for her sweet nature - from Meryl's clear guidance and their boss radar gift.

Ah, Meryl. Ask for chaos and you shall receive. LMAO. However, does she have some problems at home. Just going by her lines here.

OMFG. BWAHAHAHA!!! THESE TWO PAGES!!! 😂🤣😂

I really need to buy hard copies of the manga. This must have been a page turner shock. It looks so serious from one page, but when you go to the next? HA! IT'S VASH GETTING BULLIED BY TWO SENIORS INTO BECOMING THEIR MEAT SHIELD!!! It's such a clever and funny layout.

Admittedly, this was a bit of a busy page. However:

One of my fave drawings by mangakas are when the "break out" objects or characters from the traditional panels. That gun sticking out has a nice 3D like effect.

Speedlines to show how quickly Vash went into for real real meat shield mode for the old couple. Meanwhile, that clear drawing of his hand feels like he is about to take out his gun.

Gun and nail details and... Have I mentioned before how I never really understood the beauty of negative spaces until I started reading this manga? Just something that hit me is all.

THE INSURANCE LADIES TO THE RESCUE! ROFL! Poor Vash getting bowled over. Poor Vash's spine!

Oh my.... Let me just appreciate this for a while.

They're just so beautiful. Oh my goodness. Again let me just gush about how the volume insanely Nightow is at visually communicating scale? Not to mention clothing folds and drapes!

Another fine specimen of scaling and foreshortening! And.. did Meryl just called Vash BROOMHEAD?! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Man's got a point. Unfortunately. Poor, Vash.

BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!! I CAN'T- I JUST CAN'T!!! Everyone just rolls with it for the greater good while Vash is just stressed! 😂🤣😂

Interesting set of panels:

Again with the negative space

Awww! Milly's sweet tooth and where is she exactly? I can't remember, but she must be from somewhere really stable/rich, right? I mean her family sounds big which indicates their location can support a big population. Plus, the food the she often mentions are not exactly easy to get.

Vash looking for an escape or is it?

Oh, Meryl. I love you and you usually hold the brain cell, but this one time you had been fooled! Grandpa used everything you told them earlier to lay a trap! MERYL, YOU WERE OUTPLAYED!!!

Uhuh? Oh, really? The blush makes me think she didn't think this through and is scrambling for an excuse pronto.

Also, again with that negative space! Nice because it really helps with this "transition" in the next page.

They are walking under a clear blue sky. Idk why it matters a lot to me but it does. It feels "smooth".

Huh... I wonder if Tristamp took queues from this one when they animated Meryl's joy in seeing the garden in Episode 9.

Exposition can be a slog to go through *cough*jjk*cough*. However, this exchange was not overwhelming. The lay out really helped. While some panels/boxes have overtaken by speech bubbles, there are plenty of blank spaces to make it easier on the eyes. It properly built up the last panel which made it more impactful.

This is so lovely to read and the composition is just beautiful.

Again with that negative space. There's a lot of it in the manga I realize.

It's odd to see Meryl without earrings.

Investigative Meryl Mode!

Huh?

And there we go, the rest of the Nebraska Family.

Obviously, this went really differently from the '98 anime. I don't know why I expected Woof Woof already when it's already been made obvious that both anime adaptations shuffled events around.

However, I really appreciate how Meryl and Milly got the spotlight early here. In '98, this was kinda halfway through the series. It was way waay late and Woof Woof already entered the scene.

I must say... '98 really had to get creative with the material that they had because the BDN's Arc was covered from Episodes 7-8. Then Episode 9 introduced Wolfwood. From 10 to 12 were anime originals... I think. Not yet far enough in the manga to know if they were "remixes".

Anyway, the fillers in '98 are not bad and plenty entertaining. Some of the funniest shit and badass scenes of Trigun were from those. They were great addition to the story especially since it never contradicts the characters core (sans the horn doggy-ness).

But it does screw over Wolfwood tho... just a tiny bit on hindsight. I mean if '98 is judged on its own, he is perfectly fine. However, with Tristamp giving his background (which I believe is more loyal to the manga), it is kinda odd how he didn't stuck with Vash after they met in the bus. Then again, Woof Woof has a bit of a different background in '98 which made sense... Kinda.

Augh the challenges of adapted of an on-going manga. Studio Mad had to make things up as they go, but they still did great! The inconsistency with Wolfwood is pretty minor - almost negligible... except why didn't he stick with Vash the first time? Sigh... this may nag me for a while.

Oh. Also for @revenantghost

Ok. Now I'm more excited to see more with the manga's plants.

Sorry for the confusion! When I said I prefer the 9o's version of plants, I'm mainly referring to the lightbulb design which fits the vibes of the plant angels more. It's very magitek which I really like while Tristamp uses tanks which totally make sense since its more sci-fi heavy.

The interesting thing about the plant design in Tristamp is how I can associate them with earth, sky, and water. Earth because of how they remind me of faeries, Sky because of the wings, and Water because they give me mermaid vibes as the live in their tanks. It has its own charm... but yeah magic lightbulb angel ftw!

Again... my bad for not being clear. Sorry.

I do hope we see more of the Bad Lads and eventually BDN in Tristamp properly. HARD AGREE on some lore bible or art book from Studio Orange! I think there were some supplementary materials from the limited edition DVD release tho?

That's a good way to describe Tristamp - a love letter to Trigun itself. I also respect Nightow for just letting Studio Orange do its own spin. Most creators won't be so comfortable giving other free reign in their sandbox.

Also, take good care of yourself. Make sure to get rest enough. And food! Also water!

[daisynik7]

Hello, I hope you've been doing well! When you have the time, could you please write about Nanami with a s/o who's creative and kind of hippiesque? I'm making that a word now haha but this is very much a self insert and I felt comfortable enough to ask you ☺

I've been tapping into my creative side more lately and even experimented with clay for the first time! I typically alternate between writing and sewing, sometimes I doodle. When it comes to clothes and just overall aesthetic - think thrifting, knick knacks, flowly/light fabrics, and things like that. I'm tempted to call it romantic but idk about that lol. Anyway, here's flowers and tea for you 💐🍵💓

p.s.: the idea of making him a bag for his work things 😭

Author’s Note: Hello friend! I’m so sorry this took SO LONG to complete, I know it’s been months since you requested, so I appreciate your patience on this! I hope you enjoy this little drabble!

Nanami wasn’t always reserved and rigid. Growing up and joining the workforce unfortunately led him to this mundane lifestyle, often following the same routines day-by-day, with little-to-no color in his life. He often reminisces about his high school days, when he used to sneak off from class to listen to punk rock music with his best friend Yu Haibara, who always used to radiate bright energy, enough to warm even Nanami. When his friend passed away, it seemed that the void he left would never be filled again.

That is, until he meets you. 

You are vastly different from Nanami, but that’s what he loves so much about you. Where he lacks in creativity, you do more to cover the both of you. Most of your décor and accessories are homemade, crafted from your very own hands. The pieces displayed on the walls of your shared apartment are all original artworks. Watercolors, acrylics, charcoal, pen and ink. You like to experience with different medias, creating a variety of scenes, depending on an image that captivates you that day. Flowers you see on your daily walks to the park, a golden sunset you watch together on the beach, Nanami sitting on the couch resting his eyes after a long week at work. It’s simple in the grand scheme of things, but when it’s captured forever on canvas or paper, it becomes something special. 

It takes a while for Nanami to get used to being the main focus in your artwork. He’s never liked standing out. When you show him one of your first sketches of him just standing in the kitchen, he’s surprised. Not only at your talent, but at how accurately you were able to portray his personality with a couple strokes of your pencil. That’s when he knows he should appreciate this for all that it’s worth.

His outfits soon become accessorized by your crafts. A knitted red scarf he uses when it’s cold out, with a beanie to match. Sewn mittens for his hands, keeping him warm throughout the train ride to work. He even replaces his briefcase with the bag you crochet for him, insisting that it’s perfect for all his belongings, even if there are a few places on it where his papers stick out. He gets used to the little trinkets and figurines you collect from various flea markets or thrift shops. Half the closet is his muted natural colors while yours is a rainbow that brings him joy every morning he has to get dressed for work. 

Nanami absolutely loves how much of you bleeds into him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. His daily routine now sparks with something special, all thanks to you.  

[shrimpsalot]

Oh gawd I dreamt of quite a weird AU(?) last night so yapping ahead!!

So for whatever reason instead of getting a full ss3, we just get random episodes here and there about their 11th-12th year? Randy and Howard's relationship r still ride or die but they managed to form a bigger friend circle with Theresa, Debbie, Julian, Bucky and Rachel and often have lunch together in a more darker gloomier version of the cafeteria (think it's just my irl school cafeteria that got projected into my dreams 😭 but for shits and giggles let's say Slimovitz ran out of budget to fix it completely after another monster attack). Unfortunately there was an assignment in class that put Howard and Debbie in the same group, idk about everyone else, and they have to research about stuff like Ninja's Japan origins, tactics, fighting techniques, types of weapons he used etc. Ofc no one knows it better than randy (and kinda howard) so when they were fighting about it during lunch, Randy just casually went "no actually because if you maneuver your body like that you wouldn't ensure a safe landing and might twist your ankle, also the chain sickle is used more as a defensive weapon such as blocking a sword, locking the opponent's weapon in place and potentially yanking it towards you, and did you know smoke bombs are crafted wit-" accidentally yapping about things Nomicon taught him until Howard cuts in to save his butt "see Debbie, even Cunningham's more knowledgeable about the ninja you sure you've been studying him properly for your reports?" which re-enabled their argument and divert the attention away from randy(which he's gonna thank Howard for later). A bit of time later an attack happen in town while they were working on the assignment in the cafeteria after school, Randy ofc had to leave but it'd be suspicious so he made an excuse maybe smth along the lines of they can learn more by watching the ninja fight and everyon agreed. Again he separated from them mid-walk to do some ninja-ing, which worried theresa that he's nowhere to be seen while Howard and Debbie is still fighting about their research. Howard couldn't take it anymore as well as lowkey bothered by Theresa so he called randy to prove that he's safe, AND to call for backup on his ninja knowledge. The phone call was the same vibe as ones in the show and while Howard was too engrossed on the convo, Ninja!Randy holding the phone answering while fighting got launched backwards to the front of the alleyway where the group was but randy didn't see them so he was unaware that they heard the phone convo. When he was finished and transformed back, he immediately ran into them after turning a corner and the first thing he said is "heeyyyy uh so I got a lil lost where were you guys? Ahaha" all for Debbie to respond with a shocked expression "YOU'RE the ninja?!?"

"what?? Nooooo I I am definitely not the Ninja psshh what makes you say that? I'm just a lil ol me Randy that's right there's no ninja here-", Theresa then explained they overheard his phone call and Randy gave in, only to be slightly offended to see Bucky looking defeated and handing Rachel $5. Cartoon scene cut and we see randy on his hands and knees in front of debbie(nothing too serious its like those comedy anime gags type of pose)

"What a sight. An 800 year old ninja vs the power of journalism." Bucky tries to lighten up the mood. Randy is begging Debbie not to write about this (for the second time) and she's having a hard time accepting (again) so she asked "what if I do write it? What would you do?" making randy look up at her with a serious face without saying anything, causing slight misunderstanding

"y-you're gonna erase me?!"

"what?? No ofc not I was just gonna mind wipe you!!!"

"mind wipe?"

"uh I mean-"

"what, by using that book that you sometimes drool on while being unconscious?"

"W-what book?-"

"is that like an 800 year old ancient ninja book of wisdom?"

"HOW ARE YOU STILL GOOD AT THIS???"

"wait 'still'?"

"CUNNINGHAM WILL YOU STOP TALKING SHE FEEDS ON YOUR ANSWERS" Howard shouted from the side

"do you mean you've mind wiped me before??"

"huh is it that time in 9th grade where you broadcasted to the whole town that he's the ninja which turned out to be false?" Rachel questioned

"I did what in 9th grade?????"

"... Debbie please" Randy pleaded

"Randy this is ridiculous" Debbie pinched her nose bridge "then why don't you just mind wipe us this time?"

"um..."

"because you can't or because the book will get mad at you?"

"enough with the mind wipe how did YOU know he was the ninja Rachel?" Howard saving randy once again

"well that time I got turned into a monster and the Ninja made me an apology song, it sounded awfully familiar to randy during music class so I just guessed, plus whenever we hang out and there's an emergency he's always the first one to disappear on us"

"and you gotta admit Randy's jokes are as bad as the ninja's " Bucky chimed in

The mood between them improved so debbie eventually agreed because they're friends for the past year or so, and that's when I started to wake up :') one more weird thing is the ninja in my dream didn't have a red scarf around his neck, it's more like black-blue color and idk maybe he looks cooler that way? At least it is in my dream

Thank u for reading I'll think about whether to make this into a real AU or not 😭😭 Edit: i just realized i dreamt of Julian but the entire time he was standing behind theresa, also worrying about randy but idk why he didnt do anything else :')

[doberbutts]

not the prev anon but re: "Israel has a right to exist" not being a Zionist statement and saying otherwise us antisemitic. - that's a bad faith reading because we're not talking about Israelis, we're talking about the state of Israel. The settler colonial state Israel doesn't have a right to exist. That doesn't mean that people have to leave, it just means that Palestinians need to have a say in how to use their land again and expelled families need to be able to return to where their homes once were. That in itself is not an antisemitic point of view unless you conflate the state of Israel with Jewish people, against the wishes of antizionist Jews everywhere.

I wish I could say it was a bad faith reading but I have unfortunately literally seen people uncritically posting that Israel as a state should be dissolved and as part of it all Israelis should be sent back where they came from because they're all settlers and not a single one of them can consider themselves indigenous to the land. I'm not making that up. I'm not reading ill intent into anything. It's not a strawman. I've genuinely seen people saying this.

That's ethnic cleansing too. And anyone protesting this gets called a Zionist and a colonizer and a settler- often by Americans who are not indigenous and are living stolen land themselves. Though, recently, I even saw an indigenous person saying exactly this, and like... did you see the asks I was sent immediately after saying "I don't like that people are saying go back where you came from" because that anon absolutely did directly state that they are of the opinion that as part of the dissolution of the Israeli state and land back, Israelis should be expelled from the area en mass whether they want to leave or not.

So there are, absolutely, people conflating the two. And people are calling for genocide to answer for genocide.

Also, as said before, it becomes very difficult to say who the land "belongs to" (idk this might be the Native in me but land does not belong to anyone, how self-centered to think that the Earth can be divided into pieces by humans who have been here only a short time compared to its whole lifespan, but w/e that's a point for a different day) when both Arabic Israelis and Arabic Palestinians are indigenous to the land. Do they not get a say? They also trace their roots to that area. They are indigenous too- so how can giving "their land" to the other indigenous group be considered "land back"?

It's not like in the US, where most of the colonial efforts are being driven by people who never originated here in the first place. It's way more complicated than that.

Do I think "the state of Israel" has the right to exist? Personally I think that the entire area needs a serious policy re-write and constitution put in place to equalize rights between Israelis and Palestinians and ensure that it stays equal, a ceasefire needs to happen, the genocide of the Palestinians needs to stop, and a peaceful solution with both Israelis and Palestinians living together in harmony needs to be reached. People need to be able to move back into their homes, people need to be able to be free of displacement and constant fear, and without relying on segregation because we all know how "separate but equal" turns out. Would that dissolve the state of Israel? I mean, as it currently stands, probably by definition yes.

Do I think "Israel" itself has the right to exist? The word "Israel" has existed since about 13th century BC. The word "Palestine" has existed since about 5th century BC. Those are the earliest known mentions of these names and not even within those borders (Israel's document was found in Egypt, Palestine's in Greece) so who knows how long the area itself was calling itself one thing or the other or who the scholars of the time talked to to get that name in the first place. The exact borders of these have shifted since then and exactly who controls those borders have largely traded hands back and forth for literal millennia, which is why I'm saying it's way more complicated than that and that both of these people have a claim to the land that stretches back thousands of years. I think it's a little haughty of me to say that something that's existed for the past roughly 3000 years doesn't have the right to exist.

[pegaace]

Analysis on Witch from Mercury, Colonialism, The Tempest, and Caliba(r)n

Okay I know this is my first post ever but I was tryna find somewhere to put my thoughts after seeing a bunch of people everywhere slander Caliban and why that is not it and how my boi is innocent, good actually. For qualifications I did an undergrad lit class that covered The Tempest like 2 years ago so that's fine right (apologies to my profs if I fuck any of this up)

Okay so for starters yes by now everyone knows WfM is The Tempest, Prospera is Prospero (or Prospera actually, there was a 2010 film adaptation that had the gender switch already), Aerial is Ariel, etc etc. So therefore Caliban has to be this villainous, "monstrous" creature right?

Haha no sit down cos no that would be boring. (and also kinda racist as I'll explain) Notice how in the original Prospero isn't the villain of the story, not really, he's just getting revenge for being wronged years ago and trying to ship the kids together. But if recent gwitch is any indication, Prospera truly is the villain of this story, breaking hearts and stopping at nothing to destroy the Benerit group AND earth. Now I wonder which other adaptation of The Tempest has Prospero as the big bad HMMMM :thinking:

Enter Aime Cesaire and A Tempest. Written in 1969, it deals with a lot of the more unpleasant connotations of Shakespeares play. Let me lay it all out for you. So you're saying Prospero, a white dude, comes to this island, uses his western magic to overthrow the native witch (Sycorax), wrecks the land of its magic, and then enslaves her son to do his work for him, constantly insulting his appearance and intelligence? HMMMM seems pretty sus (racist and colonial) to me.

Cesaire, writing during a time of decolonial movements throughout the world, was rightfully really mad at colonizers for forcing their way upon natives with violence, and especially with the use of language to control said populations. Caliban has also been repeatedly dehumanised through previous adaptations of Shakespeares work slowly turning him from a man into a monster, not even human. This is similar to how non-european people have constantly been treated in the past.

Now like wait... Forcing communication through a set language? Dehumanisation? Colonisation of oppressed peoples? Where have we seen that before...? HMMMM

(its almost like... permet scores and gundam technology... Calibarn being free of permet links is like Caliban refusing language...)

And here's where I see the great potential of a Gundam Caliban. Gundam is certainly no stranger to decolonial movements (shoutout to my fave Gundam ZZ and the bois in Blue team and the African liberation front) and I think having Caliban as the Gundam to finally end Spacian oppression (perhaps in a sequel idk if Suletta is getting that far after bonking her mom by the end of the season) would be a great take.

As a side note, Aerial is kinda portrayed negatively in Cesaire's work for choosing to work for Prospero in exchange for their own freedom, as kind of a sellout who makes things worse and is ultimately tricked and trapped anyways and... hey! She's in a giant coffin now and Suletta is unhappier than ever! Oops.

Also like I qrted this on my twt but like its important to remember that Caliban is human too, and will respond to accordingly. They (and this might be where i disagree with @adracat a lil on their otherwise excellent posts) arent just a violent unthinking monster, thats just unfortunately how racism often portrays people of colour. If Suletta shows compassion and humanity towards Calibarn, like how she did to Aerial, and how Eri was able to connect with Lfrith in the prologue when Vanadis had failed, I'm sure she'll be able to bring Calibarn over to her side. And because they can connect so fully via human emotions and love (this is where I do agree with adra that love is the answer and key to open the door) (wooo yeah another love powered robot!! G Gundamming time) I dont think Quiet Zero will be able to stop them, as Suletta will have made the ultimate, unmediated connection between woman and machine, becoming one with it in the way Cardo Nabo had always truly hoped for. To don Gundam and live in space.

Okay sorry for the disorganised post but like one last thing I know I said it'd be nice for Calibarn to show up again in S2 but the other theory I have (which might or might not be true cos lets be real gwitch only rhymes, never copies, and i dont even know where schwarzette fits into all this [goatmom gundam my beloved i miss schwarzletta theory still]) is that the ending of A Tempest has Prospero send the girlies off as usual, but then still choose to stay on the island to fight with Caliban forever, till he can finally fully dominate him, cos racists are shit like that. This continues for a rlly long time cos his magics kinda prevent him from just dying of old age and he lives on, like a vampire sucking life from the island (wow capitalism huh) and its implied he and Caliban are just locked in this long struggle to the death until the day he finally croaks and the colonized can finally be free. Now what other gundam has an eternal struggle with fascism hmm?

idk just thought it might be cool for the gundam sisters to push suletta out of the way (maybe out of quiet zero?) whilst trapping prosperas grudge within it for all time, that would also be dramatic and neat lol. Come to think of it if Prospera does it itd be like ZZ again too lol with Haman pushing Judau away.

[clowntown0129]

RRAAARAGGAHAGHh

in other words, heres a list of twst characters and what kind of lives they would have in project moon the City! im set on most of these but would love feedback on what other people think 🥰🥰🥰 more under cut because good lord. still need to think of the districts they all live in 😭

HEARTSLABYUL

the Adeuce duo dont realize it but they end up working at the same Allas workshop and often get into trouble despite Deuce trying to be a good employee and make his mom happy:( Ace says fuck that. glove with the power of a small tornado to face

Trey being a baker in district K but unfortunately gets caught up in more syndicate business than he would like to admit (he still lives a normal ordinary life he promises)

Cater being a plain office worker in and hates his job but god damnit if he isnt gonna act like he looooves it!! he often gets called up often by Seven assoc. members because hes got connections to get info quick. also once did a totally legal experiment for a totally not shady organization where he was promised money but instead just snuck out with four clones of himself that all live in a friends like scenario in his (their??) apartment but would kill each other if it comes down to it. how the Head hasnt found out yet boggles him every day

Riddle being a super strict office manager thats studying to become a judge (weird ties with a syndicate?? at the very least knows azul)

SAVANNACLAW

Leona being the second son of a super important family that runs a huge company but hating constantly being in second so he runs away and starts his own syndicate (NAME PENDING idk if i just want to call it savannaclaw that seems…lazy). everyone in his syndicate all get metal prosthetics to make them look like animals. leona ofc has his own lion ears and legs.

Ruggie being part of a very poor family in the backstreets and having to do everything to survive including eating corpses on the streets before the sweepers can get to them. worked at Pierre’s Bistro for a bit before he quit and joined Leona’s syndicate because it seemed more stable. if he hadnt found Leona’s syndicate and made a somewhat better life for himself, he mightve gotten kidnapped by a sweeper and turned into one himself. he tries not to think about it

Jack coming from the same district as Vil but hearing about Leona’s syndicate and more specifically Leona—thinking that this guy is super cool and strong to take others under his wing!! he joins the syndicate and slowly realizes that this kinda fucking sucks

OCTAVINELLE

Azul and the tweels running a restaurant called the Mostro Lounge but it’s actually just a front covering the fact that it’s often used as neutral grounds between different syndicates for deal making. along with that, the three take on jobs like they do in game and all have hidden prosthetics that let them turn into their merforms at will. Azul doesnt like using it often because it makes him kinda clanky

SCARABIA

Kalim being one of many heirs to either a huge company or like an actual ruling family (districts similar to district S im looking at you) and having not yet been exposed to all the horrors of the City yet

Jamil being a butler sworn to Kalim ever since birth. he has some sorta equipment on his legs that emits smoke to temporarily blind his opponents along with typical butler equipment

POMEFIORE

Epel being a (begrudgingly) recent Cinq assoc. fixer who actually finds the dueling aspect pretty fun. he doesnt like how Vil gets him to act cute afterwards even when theres literally blood on his clothes

Rook being a Shi assoc. fixer originally but joining Cinq assoc. when he sees Vil his beauty his grace his Roi du Poison his most precious wecious pookie be—

Vil being a director of a sub section for Cinq assoc. along with being a fashion model. a guilty pleasure he often indulges himself in is being a hero—the last one on the stage—as he wins another duel for the day

IGNIHYDE

Ortho being a robot built in his image after he died right after White Nights and Dark Days. one of his core parts is a memory chip with all his memories locked into it using Jcorp tech

Idia being the heir to a company called Tartaros—its original purpose just being viewing over workshops and making their own specialized equipment. now its purpose is to gather any rogue abnormalities and lock them up to be studied

DIASOMNIA

Silver and Sebek being Claws in (suspended) training that work as Malleus’ bodyguards. they both have the Claw arms but only have access to one serum each—Sebek with a serum that makes him lightning fast and Silver with a serum that stores and multiplies his power every time he falls asleep

Lilia being a bloodfiend that was captured by the Head and has been serving as their one man army ever since. hes been semi retired to act as Malleus’ caretaker and constantly uses tech to make his bloodfiend traits less noticable

Malleus being the son of ????. all the higher ups want him either want him completely under their control to use or dead and honestly either plan is still on the table. since hes naturally in his dragon form and the Head hate non-humans, theyve forbidden him from shapeshifting into his human form else they kill him. he sneaks out often in his human form anyway with the other diasomnia guys using a mask similar to Roland’s mask to make perceiving him as Malleus impossible to do

i should come up with all the equipment and enhancements these guys have. holy shit

[softcitrus2345]

Hey three questions?

Are requests open besides commissions?

Do you have any female ocs?

Will requests solely be for your ocs?

Three answers!

1. Unfortunately no, I don't have requests open. I can't afford to do art for others for free, and now that I just got my first job I'm gonna be a lot busier than I used to be, so finding the time/motivation to draw is gonna be harder for me to navigate

Also I feel like it defeats the purpose of me having commissions open while also making art catered for others for free, I gotta make money somewhere yknow

And from what I've seen in this community a lot of the requests artists get are for one-off prompts or characters, which just isn't my cup of tea. I can't get invested in a character or a drawing that is just like a one-time thing, if that makes sense?

I don't want that to snowball with me getting flooded with requests from people for random prompts they wanna see drawn out

I hope that makes sense, and please don't see this as me being upset at the question, I just like to be thorough with my answers and explain why /gen

2. I do! Unfortunately not a whole lot that I draw, my main female oc is Vanessa, and I just love her to bits. Her and Damien are stuck like glue so most of my drawings of her also include her lovely hubby~

If you're wondering about me drawing female weight gain, I'm just not really into that, for a number of reasons, but the main one being my feelings towards the female weight gain community, and how it treats women mostly just as an object for pleasure. As an afab person, it just makes me really uncomfortable how I see women portrayed in the feedism community, since from what I can tell most of the people that create/seek out that kind of content are cishet men just looking to get off.

I know that's not the entire female wg community but it's unfortunately the majority of what I've encountered, and it's just turned me off from the subject completely. There are *very* few times I'll see female weight gain portrayed in a way I can appreciate, and those few are like little gold nuggets that I gotta find by sifting through all the shitty stuff, it's just not worth it for me

It just feels dehumanizing, idk

As a fat person who has always been fat, and who is (unfortunately) still perceived by the general public as female, I've seen first hand the way society treats people like me, the backhanded comments and fatshaming and diet culture, and the horrible things I've been called before.. I see it all too often in the female feedism community, it's just a big no no for me overall

Sorry, I kinda went off on a tangent there, hope I didn't derail this post too much-

3. If I were to ever open up requests, I would say yes, they would only involve my ocs. I use this blog sort of as a public sandbox, where I can just kinda play around with my ocs and share my art with you all. I want the focus to be on my ocs and my own original content, with the exception of my friends and mutuals ocs which I do enjoy drawing from time to time

TLDR, yes, if I hypothetically opened requests they would only be for my ocs, just to keep my blog clear of clutter and random prompts I'm not interested in. I don't want to add another layer of stress to my life with requests and stuff that I can't keep up with

Maybe someday TTwTT

But yeah! Thank you for your questions, anon, it's always nice to have a prompt like this so I can share my thoughts, however messy they may be TTwTT

[stylosha]

SUBMISSION:

I wanna know your main 3 suitors hcs !!

ouuugh you're putting me on the spot here cuz you didn't specify and idk where to start 😭 i'll just tack on my antiamphieury designs above and go over some ramblings for them if that's chill! this post ended up pretty long, so i've put everything under the cut 😋

ANTINOUS OF ITHACA 🐺

he/him, 26, leader of the suitors.

bisexual, polyamorous... something along the lines of that. unfortunately i'm a little uncreative with my identity hcs cuz i don't really see any of the suitors' having intense preferences in that regard

a surprisingly pious man despite his diabolical violation of sacred laws (xenia)! i mean, this isn't really a headcanon since the text seems to say so, but i guess it's more emphasized in my characterization of antinous. it's not like it helps him in the end anyway 😔 i think of him to specifically be a zeus, apollo, artemis (yup! the twin gods!!) and dionysus devotee (subject to change)

in the poem; the suitors are often seen dancing which i think is also a form of terrorism over the ithacan palace not just cuz it's not their home but also cuz they mostly suck at it. antinous carries them on his back tho cuz sacred laws be damned that suitor can DANCE

unfortunately for everyone antinous is a daddy's boy 🥲 the earrings i designed him with are matching family heirlooms he and his parents wore. there are excess of another 2 sets because eupeithes had one sister (antinous' aunt) and another brother (antinous' uncle), but the suitor ended up being an only child, so it seems like he's saving the unused heirlooms (now including his mother's, making 3) just in case. (he never does, of course, antinous had many things he intended to do before his death. that's just how it is.)

on family it can get a little hmm. complicated. antinous loves his father and eupeithes loves his son, that much can be said! but their time with the taphian pirates was rough, particularly for a child antinous. and it's not like eupeithes ever intended to harm him – no, not at all! that's his son, his jewel! – but making the choice for them to live like that certainly didn't help either of them in the long run. internally; antinous can't help but blame his father, and eupeithes can't help but blame himself.

I'm still unsure about what to do with antinous' mother; i believe the only time we've seen her portrayed is in l'oddisea (1968) (which i can't recommend enough for odyssey likers btw PLEASE WATCH IT ON YOUTUBE FOR FREE PLEA—), where she spends a scene crying as she watches antinous' corpse be taken away, before cutting to eupeithes(?) and his original revenge speech – two rather haunting scenes to watch back-to-back, i'd say. so while i've yet to write her myself, the only thing i can think of is; damn, antinous. you were loved. (melantho seems to be his lover in l'oddisea too so, you can add her for that adaption.)

anti is completely blind in his scarred left eye, i like to think he got it from an incident with the taphian pirates, one way or another.

antinous feud list /ref; leodes (suitor), agelaus (suitor) and probably his whole gang by proxy (also suitors), eumaeus (slave / swineherd) and the rest of the palace's slaves, telemachus (prince, obviously), and like 10 billion other people if i had to guess

EURYMACHUS OF ITHACA 🐍

he/she, 25, leader of the suitors.

omnisexual, polyamorous, vers... this man's never had to make a decision in his damn life 😭

unfortunately for everyone eurymachus was raised in a household where he's never been told "no" before. a 20 something spoiled brat!!

i'll just put it out there that i consider eury to be a zeus, hermes and hecate devotee

the suitors mostly dance to phemius' (or whichever minstrel is unfortunate enough to end up on their door that day) melodies and tales but a drunken eury sung to the group once or twice and they've never forgotten it. even a snake tongue has its uses!!

antinous your co-leader looks gnc af /ref

^ well i mean. he was kinda born looking feminine in the face, her clothing is fairly masculine but eurymachus just isn't strict with this whole "gender expression" thing. he'll wear whatever she wants as long as it costs somebody's life savings

from what i can gather from brief research; makeup was often seen as a form of trickery, or at least, that's how male authors put it. this obviously isn't true in a general sense, but when it comes to eurymachus... well, i suppose it wouldn't be a reach. that snake!!

^ i've mentioned this before; but i hc that eury with easily irritable skin, so she wakes up a little earlier than most of the suitors to fix herself up before putting himself on display for the general public. that or – on unluckier days – he shows up fashionably late to the suitors' assemblies (whatever he may have had to attend to at the time). this pisses off many people (especially agelaus and co. cuz they value "discipline" funnily enough).

she's endorsed by icarius (penelope's father) and well. seemed to be in the lead when it came to which suitor was closest to actually marrying penelope. cuz of his heaps of expensive gifts, so i like to think eury buys a little something for every person she favours (my melantho and matching earrings, melanthius and a helix piercing... i plan for antinous and amphinomus to have something in their full-body designs too) as a... symbol of his love! that's an awfully noble way to put it though, he just likes showing off what's his 🙂‍↕️

^ also yes errr going strictly by the odyssey's text, eury favours both dark flower siblings! i mean we all know she's greedy.... in more ways than one..... walks away and doesn't elaborate

in my huge mind palace he also has a situationship with agelaus and eurynomus 🤫 she likes fucking around with age and co. in general i think

sorry to put this horrendous reference in here but for aura points eury is like a parselmouth to me

also sorry to randomly chuck a modern au in here but i want to make it known that i am a firm believer in the idea that eurymachus would LOVE the real housewives franchise. hell, his situation is basically the real suitors of ithaca 💔

AMPHINOMUS OF DULICHIUM 🐻

he/they, 24, leading and youngest of the suitors.

not a bad person he's just badpersonsexual i fear. his dick has led him to places he wouldn't go with a gun

^ this is a JOOOOOKE this is a JOKE. anyway they sincerely just don't care about that stuff so i'm saying unlabeled + polyamorous

my amphi is mainly based off bears (thanks messy) but i designed him with a bird-like birthmark so second to that i like to think he has an affinity with them too... eagles, specifically. (zeus moment)

^ i consider amphinomus to be a zeus and harmonia devotee

amphi kind of sucks at both singing and dancing (the latter a little less) i'm so sorry brother... you'll get them one day 😭...

i realize that i've mentioned antieury's relationship with agelaus so i'll just tell you that they're on good terms since they're the forbearing and "orange" (you'll only get this if you read my agelaus design notes lol) leading suitors... leodes does have one-sided beef with amphi tho which is a story for another day lmao!!

moulius is a herald and slave of amphinomus who only appears once in the odyssey but given how amphi speaks of odysseus' slaves i think they're on good terms as well. both of them are equally bothered by the suitors' behaviour but amphi assures him that it's fine... probably. we never get moulius' reaction or fate after his owner's death, but he may have been killed by ody and co. as well.

amphinomus' family situation is also interesting cuz they're doting but he feels like it can be. conditional at times. he's the only prince / royalty out of the suitors, so you can imagine there's some inherent pressure on his back when it comes to how they act and definitely when it comes to who they marry!

i think this is part of the reason he decides to stick around the suitors despite. well, everything. they just happen to be a breath of fresh air for amphinomus and it's not like that makes those youths any less insane but. you do understand where he's coming from, yeah?

and errr (flipping through notepad) i think that pretty much it? for now? these are all the general things i've come up with, but everyone's free to ask for more specific hcs with antiamphieury!! i love talking about them a lot 🫶

[umemiyan]

tysm for the tag @sugurei <3 i talk too much (but we been knew)

what's the origin of your blog title? hajime mf umemiya <3

OTP(s) + shipname: hmmmm i like lots of stuff!! but umesaku is def one of my faves lol but i also enjoy ships like yutamaki, satosugu, tojigo, rinsagi, zhongchi, and just lots of problematic shit and rarepairs 😎

favorite color: orange or yellow 🍊🍋

favorite game: the whole bioshock series!!! also the last of us, far cry 5, and my fucking hoyo gacha games like genshin/hsr

song stuck in your head: mama’s broken heart by miranda lambert (it popped in my head while i was in the shower lol)

weirdest habit/trait? where do i even begin… i guess if i had to pick one it would be my inability to not think of a song whenever someone says even just one word that reminds me of it. or i will often automatically create weird mashups in my head of pieces of songs that are similar/go really well together and it will sometimes be the weirdest combo ever

hobbies: being a tumblrina, writing/reading, playing video games, learning about psychology and personality theory/typology

if you work, what's your profession? i work in mass media lol. i wake up 10 mins before my shift and crawl over to my desk in the living room with eyes that are half-shut

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? idk 😭😭 i like parts of what i do but hate other aspects. i love psychology but idk what i would do with that (i don’t like dealing directly with people) and i have absolutely no science credentials so anything in STEM would basically require a lot of backtracking/catching up for me. which is unfortunate because my brain loves science and coming up with things but it also has adhd and struggles to function in most environments lmao. i also enjoy being artistically creative ofc but most things of interest in that arena are too chaotic like i cannot be doing freelancing or temporary positions and constantly dealing with that. so idk what the right balance even is for me atp LOL

something you're good at: finding ways to get the results i want on something!! i’ve been fucking around on the internet and computers for most of my life and am really good at troubleshooting. i learned how to p*rate media as a tween because i wanted to make music videos or download songs. i wanted better graphic and music editing software so i torrented and cracked photoshop/fl studio/etc. i learned how to do HMTL/CSS because i wanted to have pretty codes on my old rp site lol. i always found a way despite being a kid on the internet with no money and nothing else to do. I WILL NOT BE STOPPED

something you're bad at: dealing with people’s (and my own) emotions (“i shouldn’t be crying this is illogical” 🤓), texting, HAVING PATIENCE

something you love: animals!!! music!!! friends!!! fiction!!!

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: the enneagram and psychology 😭 also fictional stories/characters ofc. so so many things. i can talk way too much

something you hate: people who make everything about themselves or don’t care about others 😭 also people who wallow/complain but do nothing to try and fix their problems lol. especially if they have the means to do so

something you collect: just merch from the different things i like haha

something you forget: everything!!! jk. but i WILL forget where i laid my phone or wallet if it’s not in the same place, and i’ll walk out of the house without my water bottle or keys too

what's your love language? quality time!!!

favorite movie/show: forrest gump

favorite food: hmmmm i’d say maybe pizza!!

favorite animal: birds!!

what were you like as a child? i could be more shy/quiet/anxious in unfamiliar situations but probably because of trauma lmao. i’ve always been incredibly observant and curious about stuff so my mom got me lots of puzzles and books and taught me how to read early so i had like the highest reading score in the school and shit. which was kinda stressful because i also had undiagnosed adhd and could get burnt out/“not apply myself” but i didn’t wanna disappoint people expecting me to be the perfect genius or smth lmfao. not that i gave that much of a fuck because while i was a “good kid” and behaved for the most part i’ve always had a rebellious streak and will mostly do what i want within reason skdjdjdjjsk i was always good at making friends tho and even enjoyed sports early on

favorite subject at school? i loved science and history

least favorite subject? hated math at different points mostly because of the way it was taught/how they expected me to do it. no i don’t wanna multiply with your specific method and i would rather die than show my work (literally my teacher would be like “you got the right answer but your shown work method was wrong” but like that’s BECAUSE I DON’T CAREEEEE just let me do what i need to do)

what's your best character trait? open-minded i guess? also optimistic/determined

what's your worst character trait? impatient af, hate doing “boring” stuff, i’m easily irritated by people lmao

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? that i had gotten up a little bit earlier and had more time to do stuff

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? hmmmmm….. this is tough and i could probably come up with a better answer if i thought about it for a while BUT my grandma had this one aunt she had to live with for a while who was like incredibly mentally ill i’m sure of it. she did some wild stuff and i wish i could just observe her and see what she was actually like lol. she was abusive as hell so i wouldn’t want to be besties with her ofc but i just wanna know why she did what she did. i’d also wanna meet my great-grandfather because he actually sounds nice but he died in a work accident which is why my grandma had to go live with various unstable individuals 🙃

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): the first one that popped into my head is this delicious noncon kinktober fic with shinsou’s quirk by @melon-fodder

🏷️ open tag!

[rayssion]

TSATS, Finally!!

This's a very long post guys...

Idk if I have a natural ability to ignore responsibilities or I'm just genuinely not good at keeping promises. But yes, finally the long awaited review of tsats is here.

So, the general rating for me is 3.5, which is... Really good, considering the book,,

Now you know, points to talk about:

Firstly guys I want to tell you that, unfortunately the sun and the star had me run into a deep reading slumber, which is something I never expected it to happen. Idk if you noticed this but my favourite character in whole Riordanverse is Nico! And Will comes closely after him, so I thought tsats would only be a fast run to me, it's basically a solangelo fanfic just written by the original author. But as I ran the first 100 pages I found myself drained, I was bored, I was tired and we really weren't going anywhere. It was a displayer of Nico and Will's love for each other, and I'm sorry to be that person but!! I dislike it when the ship is just out there living and laughing like I'm sorry but I need them to suffer first then some smiles and laughs at the end would do (insert some offended face).

Yeah, let's talk real. I know we had to go through that introduction to know where exactly the two of them stand in their relationship to be able to observe the change and development later on, but it was very repetitive.

Nico is made from darkness, Nico had so much darkness, Nico lives in the shadows, Nico doesn't think he deserves love, Nico doubts Will's love, Nico feels he's not enough for Will. It all goes in circles and I didn't like it. Nico I know you're emo and such but I just think the narration focused too much in it on expense of getting good Will expressing.

And this coming from a big Nico di Angelo lover, I feel like we don't quite exactly know Will even after this whole book, there's yet so much to unfold about him, his mother, his life at camp, his feelings after all toa happened like his father was a teenager just like him and was the biggest loser ever (lol, I just love Lester), how come we didn't discuss that? Nico is a character we all know, we lived with him, we experienced every feeling he went through, he wasn't new to us which is not the case with Will. What's the difference between us and the troglodytes? All we know that he's a son of Apollo, a healer and Nico's glow-in-the-dark boyfriend.

I just felt the need to summarise because I felt that what I wrote could be compromised in better wording: the narration was too repetitive and too focused on Nico and his dark past™ which is not necessarily a bad thing but I just feel it'd be better if cut it a bit shorter and clear the stage for Will, because -surprise surprise- Will also has some dark parts (although not much like Nico, and yes I know the book touches the topic later on but it'd have been way better if we were introduced to it from the start thus it'd grow on us and would be very convenient later on. Tbh the book just goes "oh, Will also got a dark side, he must share it with Nico..." But what I'm saying is, we never were exposed to it, what's the darkness within Will? Those pigeons? His mother performing and him staying backstage? I feel like we could explore it much better) anyways, it'd also be really great if we got to experience Nico's dark past yet from Will's point of view more often, that way the whole communication arc would be better, because we will know that Will already had a solid image of Nico in his head (yes his lovely little emo boy with miserable history but we'll get to know what he knows about the Nico and also the flaws he had picked up in him) and as the time goes we'll get to experience that image altering.

I know someone will think "but it's a Nico di Angelo adventure!" Yes I know, but don't you think getting to know Nico, our adored character, from his boyfriend perspective would be much interesting? Come on guys, see the potential.

Let's rewind a little bit, so 100 pages, I'm bored I stopped reading for three days then picked the book yet again and..... Stopped after 50 pages ;-;

I'M SORRY BUT I REALLY WASN'T FEELING THE VIBES OKAY I KNOW IT'S TOTALLY MY FAULT AND I'M SORRY GUYS.

And picked the book for the last time today and finished it.

Oh yes, another thing that felt off for me is how Chiron and Dionysus are portrayed here, idk they felt so out of character and the whole "dO wE hUg nOw?" I'm sorry, that was cringe, dw it's on me guys.

And there were points where the writing was so inconsistent, I never read anything of Oshiro's work before, but it's so painfully obvious when his and Rick's writing styles clashes (ugly clashes) that it makes the book really obviously written by more than one author, and other points where idk if Rick is trying water down his style or Oshiro is trying to level the work up to the satire and sarcasm Riordan's books are known for. Anyways, it could use some editing (and it's definitely edited but not enough to mask every hole, because if a dumb person like me speed reading the book was able to pick all that then it's obviously not enough).

Also Nyx was stupid. Yes, that's my statement. Iget it you refuse to change but I hate how dumb her plan was. First of all, why leave Bob without guard? I mean you obviously have better chances in luring Nico and maybe killing Will if they don't have a Titan with them?? But yeah this's not about her.

I also hated we lost originality here, I already told you guys it read like a fanfic, but it really was a fanfic, every fanservice they could include they did include. For example the Hades allowing Bianca and Maria to talk to Nico once again, look I'm not complaining (as you'll read later) but really WHAT THE FUCK??! Weren't they reincarnated or whatever? How the fuck is that possible?

Also isn't Tartarus like, beyond the powers of the gods?? Then how is Hades going to retrieve whoever-was-his-name-centaure-satyr out of it? And just because Nico asked nicely?

Another thing, I know that you can issue a quest (just like what Percy and Annabeth did to rescue Grover in SOM, and like what Ares did in SON) but how the fuck do you send a prophecy?? Isn't this also too much of a godly power? Like Apollo (the god of prophecy himself) stated that they're way above him then how can Hades send one???

So we mentioned the narration, we've done the character portrial that I didn't like, now we're off to good stuff!

A big point! A huge point! For solangelo's relationship, I loved how they often had fights, disagreed with each other, hid things from one another, had miscommunication yet still managed to figure it out as mature humans whom are much better than half of adults nation. I loved how quickly one apologise once they realise they were wrong, I loved how they stayed by each other's side and how they supported each other, like bro it seems like they can't stay angry at each other more than five seconds and I love for it!

This's actually Rick's trademark (along with having Percy in everything he writes) that he always sets a good example for kids, younger audience who read his books have a good exposure to an excellent functional relationship not like some other booktok authors whom I'm not naming (totally not about you Colleen Hoover, you do you honey🙂).

Hiss-magisty and oh boy how much I love them! They were so cute I really liked how they looked up to Will, especially that the boy needed such encouragement because of the whole child of Apollo, underworld, tartarus things going on. And yet another point to tsats for representation (never forgetting Epiales).

Nico, Hades, Maria, Bianca!! You just have to love them!! They're literally my favourite family in the whole Riordanverse, yes I'm so madly in love with Sally and yes I love Percy but the Hades/di Angelo family?? That's where my discussion ends.

And speaking about family, can we have a moment of appreciation for Persephone like I truly loved her back from mythology (which I know nothing about, like she's Hades wife, that's it, yet I still loved her because she seemed nice, and she's nice!) This whole journey won't be if not for her, girl single handedly opened Will's eyes and her love for Nico??? Told you that's my family right there.

Lol I just remembered when Demeter was lecturing Persephone for not marrying a doctor and now I just know she loves solangelo, so yeah even grandma is an icon, I stan by it, that's my family.

Okay I also wanted to talk about the concept of grief and ptsd and how it was represented. This actually deserves a major applause because that's really how you write a good deep psychological analysis of losing someone and having to cop with it, especially that part when Nico tells how he just shunned all his memories away, how in his mind Jason just went to a quest and someday he'll return to camp half-blood as if nothing happened, because surprisingly it's the same method my brain took when my mother died, it's like all these years had been deleted and I was just brought to world after her passing, a lot of times I try to remember some particular incident from the time but I just can't wrap my mind about it, sometimes I became alert because for a minute there I couldn't recall her name, it was like all the pain associated with her just disappeared, it is locked far away in my brain and I still can't get access to it. So yeah, away from this pity party, I love how it was represented here, with Nico really suffering the trauma and how he eventually learned to let it go. (I cried at that mention and also when he was reunited with his family for that little amount of time).

Can we name the cocoa puffs?? Because I just adore them so much and I feel like Nico and Will will name them such cute adorable names and I can't stop thinking about that. Lol, percabeth are yet to get engaged then married and solangelo already has kids.

Ps actually but the pet names??? OMG NOTHING SWAYS MY HEART LIKE PET NAMES. I was pretty much hooked when I read "Noble McSacrifice" SSKFHIDJ

Another ps. I liked the whole Gorgyra thing as a way to show us their memories like a breeze amidst the flames every couple of chapters. At first I was like "wtf is this, did it happen or is it gonna happen or is this an alternate universe??" Don't blame me I was sleepy.

Yet another ps. I hated the "DREAM SEQUENCE" that just comes in the middle, like bro the boy just went to sleep of course I'd know this's a dream no need to point it out every time it was so annoying.

I think I covered all of the points I wanted to talk about, I was going to say "yay, first review with me having actual time to write it and think it through!" Yet auntie barged in in the middle and everything seems all over the place now.

It's like a characteristic in me now, heh. But yeah, sorry for the long wait, sorry for this shitty review, but bear with me please.

I totally adored this book once I figured out how to keep up with it ").

I'm yet to read a bunch of books all by Rick, hopefully I'll start with the chalice of the gods and come for a quick chat later.

Until then, eat, sleep and take care of yourselves♡!!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

haii!! i have another request ,, if that's okay!! you don't have to do it since it's dark-ish marilyn and mental health issues!! but thank you for considering if you do <3 fem student reader x marilyn!! smut if you like :3

so ,, i kind of wanted a reader that's schizophrenic? the school is aware of this but she generally is very high functioning and it doesn't affect her classes; so they accept her (given she goes to therapies and is supposed to be on medication). marilyn however knowing this begins to become curious of the girl and wants to gain her trust. she becomes more enamoured with her and overtime the girl begins to find comfort in her. originally wanting to manipulate her, seeing her as weak, however becomes attached instead. she is very sweet and likes to help marilyn and her teachers in general with their work (that perhaps may make marilyn jealous that she's not special) and treats everyone with affection & respect

one evening after school the girl rushes into her greenhouse and marilyn is there, unexpectedly, and she's freaked out. she doesn't immediately tell marilyn what's wrong, barely getting out that she came for comfort and etc. she's wild eyed and marilyn has never seen her that way but of course comforts her until she calms down about whatever was supposedly 'chasing' her. she actually some-what often comes to the green house in these moments as the smell and general presence of where marilyn had been so often calmed her down, but had never wanted marilyn to see her that way. marilyn realises that she has actually earned the trust she has wanted all that time and begins to use it to her advantage, trying to get her to say she will do anything for her and all that and over stepping all the boundaries a teacher probably shouldn't cross ! idk if this sounds silly but yeah ! i luv manipulative marilynn...

Yessss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

You're safe with me, you will always be

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Mental health serious problems, hurt & comfort, manipulative Marilyn

Word count: 3,190

Summary: You are not okay, you have problems on your mind, but there she is, protecting you, taking care of you…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“That's all for today,” Marilyn said as the bell rang, clasping her hands. “Remember that tomorrow you will expose the work that I sent you last week, and this time I don't want excuses. Yes, that's for you, Ajax.”

You were sitting in the front row, waiting for everyone to pack up and leave. Contact with your teammates was not your forte. It was normal, you had just arrived at Nevermore, and it was not easy to fit in there, even more so being someone like you.

Your parents thought that this was the best place for you. Your telekinetic powers exceeded the limits of normal capabilities, and unfortunately for you, that brought serious problems with your mental health.

You were a normal girl. You had very frequent crises and paranoia, nothing that couldn’t be controlled with the appropriate therapy and some medications.

Dr. Kinbott saw you three times a week. She was nice and you got on well with her. Everything seemed to be going better in your life, but even so, I couldn't help but feel that others were somehow afraid of you. Your first botany class made your day. Marilyn Thornhill, your teacher, was a nice woman, who never made you feel nervous or stressed, and she welcomed you in the most discreet way possible.

She approached you when she saw that you didn't move from the spot.

“Well, (Y/N), how was your first contact with botany?” She asked you with a smile. You smiled too, you had no reason not to.

“Good, good. It's, it's entertaining,” you said, beginning to pick up your things carefully. Talking to someone like her, who you found quite attractive, was dangerous to your powers. At any moment you could break anything.

“Great, I'm very happy, oh, by the way, don't worry about tomorrow's work, you don't have to do it,” she told you softly, leaning over your desk. You nodded relieved.

“Thank you,” you said happily. She looked at you curiously.

“Do the rest of your classmates treat you well?” She asked in a more discreet tone.

You didn't know what to answer. They did not treat you well or badly. They just didn't used to talk to you. Maybe they were afraid of you, it was quite common for that to happen.

“Oh well, I haven't talked to them much,” you said sincerely. “I think I scare them,” you tried to joke. Marilyn waved her hand and laughed.

“What nonsense. You're a very normal girl,” the redhead said, turning towards her desk.

You got up and put your bag on your shoulder.

“Well, I don't know…” You sighed. Somehow, that woman gave you confidence. You knew that she was normie, and that she was the only one in the whole school. Dr. Kinbott told you about it when she encouraged you to integrate with the rest of the students. It was like, “ she’s an example of integration.”

“Don't you know?” She asked, turning back to you.

“I… I… I have my own problems and…” You murmured stammering. It wasn't something you liked to talk about.

“We all have problems, (Y/N). The question is knowing how to cope with them in the best way possible,” she told you, in a reassuring, maternal tone.

“When she was little…” You began to tell, seeing how little by little a climate of trust was generated. “I don't remember very well what happened, but my parents told me that I made all the windows in the neighborhood break.”

Her expression turned serious, as if she suddenly became very interested on this conversation.

“Wow, I've never heard of someone having that ability…” She said. You didn't quite know if she was talking to you or to herself.

“I wish I didn't have it…” You murmured, running a hand over the back of your neck.

You had never told anyone what happened. It could be that you wanted to do it, you really weren't able to know exactly what was happening.

“Well, don't worry, here you will be with people like you, besides, we, the teachers, are here to help you,” she told you, ignoring the shocking event that you had just confessed.

“Tha, thanks,” you sighed, starting to get a little nervous.

It's not that she intimidated you by her presence, quite the contrary. Her warm smile, her way of talking without judging you, without even flinching at the immense powers you had, and their horrible consequences. She didn't seem like the teachers you had throughout your life. Everyone judged you, feared you for no reason. She does not. Marilyn was not like them. You didn't need to know her anymore, you knew she was different.

Something so surprisingly good and unexpected didn't enter your mind as anything possible. Many times you had hallucinations, you had imagined things. You had to make sure it wasn't one of those situations. You reached out to touch her shoulder. She looked at you strangely, but she didn't move, didn't move away.

“I'm sorry,” you said, withdrawing her hand immediately. “It's just that sometimes I... Well…”

“Hey, don't worry, nothing's wrong,” the redhead answered, taking your hand. Your heart stopped instantly. You could feel the warmth of her hand in yours. You didn't need more proof, it wasn't an illusion.

“You know? I think that we are not so different,” she told you softly.

“You're right in the head,” you said, in a painful attempt to joke.

“Oh, don't be so sure about that,” she answered winking at you. “I haven't had much luck in life either. Fortunately, I found solace in plants. Take care of them, water them, give them love. That has saved me.”

“Plants?”

“Yeah. You should try it. If you feel like it, and you don't have anything better to do, you could drop by in the afternoon and I'll show you why it's so rewarding.”

You felt excited. It was the closest thing to making a friend you'd gotten in a long time. Even if she was your teacher, even if you were starting to feel something for her.

Every afternoon from that day on, you stopped by the conservatory. Marilyn taught you to take care of plants, how to relax taking care of those defenseless things. It worked. That made you very calm and the tremor that you used to have in your hand decreased.

Dr. Kinbott saw a lot of progress in you. Her therapies were helpful, but without willpower they weren't much useful.

And then there was Marilyn. She cared about you. For if you were happy. It was like having a guardian angel. You felt safe with her. All your fears and hallucinations began to subside. You were beginning to be happy, to enjoy life, and all was thanks to her. You didn't want to suppress your feelings. You let love begin to run through your veins. You no longer only felt comfort and security with her, now you felt other things.

One night, you were doing your homework in your room. Naturally, as much as Principal Weems would have you believe that there was no prejudice at Nevermore, she put you in a individual room, as if you were a danger to someone. Marilyn knocked on your door by surprise to deliver some beautiful flowers.

She was always there in your day to day. Even your relationships with others were improving. At least now they were talking to you. Good times were coming in your life, and you started to breathe easy for once. The rest of the teachers also began to see little by little the person you really were, sweet, kind and caring.

That afternoon you stayed with Mr. Brown, the literature teacher, to help him to order some books. You couldn't wait to leave, since you were always with Marilyn at such times, but you had promised to help him, and you had to.

“Thank you very much, (Y/N). I would never have been able to clean up all this mess by myself. Come on, go enjoy your free time,” the man told you kindly, patting you on the back.

“Thank you, Mr. Brown,” you answered, hurrying to the exit.

The sun was about to set, it was very late. Marilyn was probably not there anymore, but you had to see for yourself.

You opened the door of the old building. To your relief, Marilyn was there, but she didn't seem to pay much attention to your presence.

“Hello… Miss Thornhill…” You whispered. She turned, but her expression was not the same. There was a certain darkness in her eyes.

“(Y/N), you're very late,” she said with a dry, muffled voice.

“I, I'm sorry, Mr. Brown needed…”

“Mr. Brown?” She asked suddenly, interrupting your explanation.

You took a few steps back and shook your head in case you were imagining it. She seemed quite annoyed with you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't figure out why.

“He, he needed help with some books and I…”

“Enough, stop,” she told you, putting her hand in front of her to dramatize.

“What's wrong?” You asked, trying to hide your nerves.

“(Y/N), you shouldn't be alone with that man,” she told you, leaving you with wide eyes.

“Why?”

“Because it's dangerous,” she told you while she picked up a watering can. You shook your head.

“I don't think it's dangerous, he's nice and…”

“No, (Y/N)!” The redhead yelled, making you feel a bit scared. “Listen to me, honey. Everyone seems nice here, but you don't have to trust appearances. Everyone is an outcast, an excluded. There are people here who have killed someone, do you understand?”

“I, I…” You stammered. She didn't seem like the same nice woman you were in love with, though your feelings didn't change at that disconcerting attitude.

“Honey, you're the only person worth here, I don't want anything to happen to you,” she told you, relaxing her tone of voice and getting closer. Her hands landed on your cheeks and you had to make a great effort not to pinch yourself in case it was a dream.

“I don't think I'm in danger, everyone here is like me,” you said, with your eyes fixed on hers. The redhead shook her head and without saying a word, she kissed your forehead affectionately. You were going to explode

“You are so innocent, (Y/N). Listen to me,” she told you, guiding you towards a stool and sitting on it. “I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest, okay?”

You didn't understand anything, but you still agreed. You could never lie to her, much less after having felt her lips on your skin.

“I want to know if you trust me,” she told you. Her eyes were not in accordance with her words. It was still hard for you to understand the reason for that abrupt reaction, for those declarations of danger.

“Yes,” you said, very sure of what you were saying.

Marilyn smiled and hugged you tenderly. You were lost, as in one of your hallucinations. But that was real. You didn't understand it, but it was real. Of course you trusted her. You just didn't understand that reaction. It seemed like she was jealous, like she only wanted you for herself. Absurd fantasies. She couldn't feel something for you, it was impossible.

You never spoke of that night again. Things went on as usual. You tried to prioritize Marilyn, who little by little became more and more affectionate with you. It was evident that at least she was fond of you. She always asked you about your powers, about the magnitude of disasters you could generate. She seemed fascinated listening, listening to you. You were like in the clouds, cared for and protected, like her plants more or less.

After several days of kisses on the cheek and affectionate hugs, the love you felt was already completely overwhelming for you. You were so blind that it didn't even seem like a bad idea to walk through Nevermore at night, under the full moon.

All your thoughts, the growing frustration that you began to feel when you were next to her and the impotence of seeing that woman as unattainable were having negative effects on your mind. The insomnia returned, and with it the crises. You had gotten worse, but you didn't want to tell anyone. No matter how much trust you had with Kinbott, you would never confess something like that to her. Taking a walk might clear your head, but it wasn't the best thing to do. The darkness played against you and your battered subconscious began to imagine horrible things behind the bushes.

“Is someone there?” You asked fearfully, feeling chills. Your head was spinning, and the familiar feeling of impending danger flashed through your head.

You were frozen in place, imagining all sorts of horrible things that could be behind you. Fear took over your body and you began to run, as if death itself was chasing you. You were crying in panic, hearing how something was chasing you. Something was screaming at you, calling your name. You were no stranger to these crises, you had them more and more often.

You automatically searched for a safe place, which didn't seem to appear anywhere. You let your frightened body guide your steps, and to no one's surprise, you ended up making out the glass walls of the conservatory. You didn't even stop to think if there was light, you just opened the door and went in, closing it again with a loud bang.

“(Y/N)! My God,” Marilyn screamed when she saw you. Your eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Your breathing was noisy and your tremor too evident. You couldn't speak, you tried, but it was impossible. You were scared, horribly scared.

The redhead approached you with a cautious step and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Sweetie, talk to me, what's going on?” She asked you. Her eyes reflected almost the same terror as yours. You never let her see you like this, totally out of control, out of you. You were ashamed to suffer those episodes, you were afraid that someone would notice and decide to give you even more pills to contain your demons, and above all, you were afraid of losing that special relationship you had with Marilyn.

“It… It...It's chasing me,” you said, shivering, pointing to the door. “It wants, it wants my soul, it wants to kill me…”

You were completely raving and Marilyn shook her head, but not before looking over your shoulder to check that for once you were telling the truth.

“Honey, there's no one out there, you have to calm down…” She whispered to you without stopping to grab you by the shoulders. You shook your head nervously. You knew it was true, but you couldn't help but tremble.

“I… I don't…” You stammered, breaking down in tears at that moment. You didn't cry alone. Marilyn immediately drew you to her, resting your head on her chest and stroking your hair as she cradled you.

“Shh… That's it, it's all over. Nobody can hurt you, remember? Now you are with me,” she whispered to you, causing your heart to calm down little by little.

As if it were the only thing holding on to reality, you clung to her clothes and didn't let them go, breaking down in tears. It was very common to take refuge in her arms. She never saw you in that uncontrolled state, but the hugs and words of comfort were quite frequent. The feeling of seeing it as something impossible was partly to blame for your gradual return to the world of madness.

“I, I'm sorry,” you lamented, noticing how the effect of her embrace was much better than any medication.

“No, honey, don't be sorry. There is no problem.”

In silence and thanks to her caresses, you managed to calm down and the irrational fear that caused your paranoia faded away as your legs began to fail.

Marilyn grabbed you and lowered herself to the ground next to you, not letting you go for a moment.

“Are you feeling better?” She asked in a whisper. You nodded, still sobbing.

“I… I feel a little weak…” You said, feeling dizzy. The redhead helped you up and if someone told you that what happened next was another one of your hallucinations, you would believe them.

Slowly, she grabbed your chin and guided your face until her lips met yours. It was a short, delicate kiss, but it was enough to make you doubt even your own existence at that moment.

“I'm here with you, (Y/N). I protect you…” She whispered again in your ear. For her, her kiss did not seem to take place either, although it had been her.

“You… With you, I feel safe…” You said, disconcerted.

“Oh, (Y/N), of course you do. I am the only one who understands you,” she commented, kissing you again.

It wasn't a kiss like the previous one, this one was different, deep, sincere. Your face smiled involuntarily. It no longer seemed impossible, it was no longer unattainable. The only woman you trusted, the only one who understood you, who took care of you, who cared about you, was kissing you and you were kissing her. It was magical, unusual, healing and revealing.

“You are the only one,” you repeated blinking rapidly.

“Yes, darling. Only I can comfort you, only I can understand you. They don't know anything, they don't know you, they would never do what I do for you, do you understand?” She said with a honeyed and slightly disturbing tone, cupping your face in her hands.

“I understand, Marilyn,” you sighed, returning to her chest.

You were kneeling on the ground, while the words came and went. Words that seemed promises of love, of affection...

“You are so good, (Y/N), you trust me so much…”

“I trust you more than anyone. I, I…” You said. It was already inevitable to say. The kisses that she gave you were the sign that there was nothing to fear. “I love you.”

“Oh, honey, I love you too,” she replied, making your face light up, making all your demons recede immediately.

“I want to be with you, please…” You begged. Tears returned to your eyes.

“You will be, (Y/N). But I can't take so much risk if I'm not sure of what do you feel...” She told you, her eyes were a little dark again, different, evil... “I need to know if you would do anything for me, if you love me as much as you say …”

You pulled away instantly, nodding effusively. You were sure, convinced.

“I'd do anything for you.”

“Really? If I asked you to do something... would you do it?”

“Of course. Really, you have to believe me,” you said with fear that your words were not convincing.

“Of course, (Y/N), of course you would… Oh, God, you're such a good girl… You'll see honey, we will do great things together.”

“Yes… You and me…”