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@inhcritance asked: "i'm retired. sorry." - For TASM or Insom Peter?
"Yeah? Good for you, man," Peter said, a small but genuine smile visible from where he'd rolled up his mask to eat. Sure, this wasn't his universe so someone spotting him sitting on the edge of a building eating a pizza with his mask completely off wouldn't be the complete end of the world, but he figured it was the courteous thing to do. Yeah, he didn't look the same as any of the other Peters he'd met thus far, but if there was someone else in this universe who he did share a face with (because that could happen apparently- as he'd found out after seeing a poster for a movie called Lala Land) he didn't want to ruin his life either.
"You want some?" he asked, gesturing at the still-hot half-a-pizza left. Sure, his metabolism was such that he could pretty easily eat it all himself but he was always happy to share.
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"It's an affront to all things pizza and especially New York style pizza. I mean how are you supposed to fold a piece with pineapple chunks on it?" he chuckled, but there was a sincerely held belief behind his words. Though maybe his strong opinions on one of his favorite foods did have to do with how often he ate it (carbs galore for an enhanced metabolism like his) and the ease with which a New York style slice could be eaten on the go. Walking, skating, or web-slinging.
Peter was glad that Harry'd taken his invitation, though. Of course he didn't know how Harry's abilities compared to his own, but he did know from experience that food was helpful and pretty much necessary after getting hurt like that with any sort of accelerated healing. Healing needed energy and energy was carbs and the unquestionable best form of carbs was pizza.
And it helped the perennially broke that it could often be found for reasonably cheap. As he'd once heard a very wise person say, at least a bad pizza is edible.
"Yeah, it's um... or was a place my uncle used to take me a lot as a kid. Old high school buddy of his owned it. Mostly it shut down 'cos he finally retired and didn't want to sell it to anyone. Made me wish I'd visited more before it shut down." A brief, quiet moment of reflection. "I dunno. For a city that's supposedly always changing, you sure do miss those staples when they're gone."
@inhcritance
A place with good food -good Pizza- would be a nice universal constant, Harry could only agree to that. He had good memories of the place, but mostly of ordering their pizza: they wouldn't deliver to the Osborn penthouse because they had principles, but they were willing to deliver to Harry's place.
And truth be told, Harry was exhausted, now that the adrenaline from the fight was fading away, and with it the most violent of his instincts. But even limping, and knowing his temper was not going to be entirely even... He saw the offer, and accepted it. And so, he left the Glider inside the lab, folded and blocked, and started walking towards the offered door.
"I have good taste." He replied, almost joking back, making his way towards the elevator, trying to find the balance between not limping too obviously and not moving too slowly. "But Hawaiian pizza is not that bad." He added, and now he was indeed teasing, if faintly.
He was not unused to pain, so he'd deal with it: food would help, and then he had painkillers that would work.
"Good food does that." He agreed. "But pizza is a special category in on itself." He added. "And my Peter would be devastated if Joe's closed. So would I." He admitted. "I might even buy it to prevent that."
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#i................semi swiped that 'at least bad pizza is edible' from a david tennant interview sldkfjls#inhcritance#v: you know where to find us#is that a band? [peter 3]
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Sorry for the lack of posts, have some more headcanons!!
#MYYY self indulgent V headcanon number 234 is that shes a huge fucking dork#i.e she was a huge bookworm as a worker#well she was a dork in general#reading. painting. dancing. all of it#but alot of that. was kinda things she had to leave with the rest of her. when she became a Disassembly Drone.#And while alot of her died in the manor. she still kept some things close.#and one of those things is reading!!!#she cringes at like 90% of what she used to read but still goes out of her way to reread the copies she finds or is given#N usually gives her copies#She acts like she hates it but still reads them alone anyway#theres a reason she has bad eyesight and its because she reads with the book 3 inches from her face in the dark#also Uzi probably makes her read Twilight at some point and laughs the entire time (they both hate it. Uzi just likes messing w/ her)#anyway i just like the idea that in a world where V is finally allowed to start her life again#she looks for the things she loved that she had to leave behind#and finds new joy in them as who she is now#she might not be that little worker anymore#but shes still the girl who loved to curl up in the library when no one would notice. reading any book she could get her hands on.#idk i just like the idea that V deep down is still just a girl who wants to have fun.#i just want her to be HAPPY#anyway do you guys wanna hear why Chappell Roan's “Pink Pony Club” is so V code- (i fall down the stage stairs)#murder drones#serial designation v#serial designation n#uzi doorman#also for context ive never read Pride and Prejudice despite meaning to#its just one of the only actual romance books i know off the top of my head#imean no offense to it. I just like joking abt V reading romance sdkfjkldsjf
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@inhcritance liked for a starter from Peter 3
Sitting on the edge of a randomly chosen rooftop, a takeout box from this universe's Joe's Pizza next to him, Peter was trying to tell himself that he'd only come here for the food. Different universe, different owner, but the pizza tasted exactly the same as he remembered from the one back home. But ever since he'd found out that this universe's Harry was on such a similar path to the one in his own he'd been worried. Popping in more than he should have to check on things while trying to tread that line of not revealing secrets that weren't his to share. He'd even considered trying to stick around long enough to be here when that conversation happened, but ultimately (with the help of talking it through with the MJ of his world) decided it wouldn't have been for the best. His own trauma making him jumpy could have ruined any chance at a peaceful conversation.
But finally, on this trip, he'd run into this world's Peter. Found out that they'd talked. He could tell the other Peter was at least a little upset and conflicted, but he'd thanked him... even if Peter really refused to say much more.
As necessary as it'd felt to do what he could to help avoid more tragedy in this world, it'd brought memories back that'd truthfully never fully left but that he'd started to think about less often these days. Along with the oh-so-familiar feeling of guilt for what he'd failed to do in his own world, too. So he'd decided to take a little more time before going back. Have a little of the pizza that'd always made things seem right again when he was a kid.
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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Tag drop: Aventurine.
#[ aventurine. ] mr. cavalier gambler: uptight. overcautious. inferiority complex. you've won so much but you're still so afraid of losing.#[ aventurine: ic. ] they see only the straight flush. they don't know the other hand below the table clutching your chips for dear life.#[ aventurine: inquiries. ] time to make a move my friend. say goodbye before you shuffle off. it's… best to die without regrets.#[ aventurine: countenance. ] now go. and pick the clothes that you like. then choose your desired identity and use them well.#[ aventurine: introspection. ] “sleep is the rehearsal of death”? why does life slumber? because we are not ready for the final rest.#[ aventurine: meta. ] the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason. but you've never gone in any other direction.#[ aventurine: etc. ] the chance… no matter how small: the potential is what you hang onto. that is what justifies the gamble.#[ aventurine: ipc. ] … i'll give you that and much more than that. the ipc will give you whatever you want. even what you don't want.#[ aventurine: trio. ] three cornerstones who for a measly penacony... offered their everything. you're more united than the family.#[ aventurine: astral express. ] friends: the game has commenced and you cannot choose to decline… nor do you have grounds to.#[ aventurine: fate. ] if the dice of fate are always weighted then that is our destiny. why then... do we struggle against it?#[ aventurine: past. ] our paths will cross again beneath kakava's shimmering auroras. farewell: kakavasha.#[ aventurine: luck. ] he's only drunk on the moment that makes his very life quiver. hell is only one decision away from heaven.#[ aventurine: topaz. ] since i survived i realized: wherever you go that's where i'll follow; nobody's promised tomorrow. [ immobiliter. ]#[ aventurine: robin. ] so she sings; but does she dance? [ avaere. ]#[ aventurine: topaz. ] i never expected the beautiful and kind-hearted director topaz to resort to distorting concepts like that.#[ aventurine: jade. ] it's often used as a counterfeit for jade. but it looks like jade… can be substituted for aventurine too.#[ aventurine: veritas ratio. ] unfortunately for him; i make for a more competent conversationalist than the other dimwits around here.#[ aventurine: black swan. ] nothing remains hidden from you… does it? i will find my place in the web of your schemes; memokeeper.#[ aventurine: sunday. ] is this what the harmony represents? is it built upon constraint and coercion?#[ aventurine: acheron. ] only by casting aside reason does one truly gamble. “emanator” — I know you'll match my wager.#[ aventurine: v. youth. ] but the sun could not kill me and the quicksand sent me back to the embrace of the guild and the ipc.#[ aventurine: v. penacony. ] i seem that way because i am nervous. maybe you can help. what do you say; put our palms together a last time?#[ aventurine: v. future. ] the once falling die has at last landed on its earthly rest. quietly… peacefully: it at last landed.#tag drop
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@spideygwennie asked: how long has it been since you’ve slept ? (peter 3)
"I dunno- day or two?" he said, rubbing at his face through his mask- grateful that it was hiding the fact that it was likely a bit longer than that. Peter wasn't quite at utter exhaustion yet, but he was probably somewhere around could-fall-asleep-on-literally-any-surface-if-given-the-chance tired. Though given his tendency to fall asleep up in the corners of rooms, that was hardly a unique thing. Still. He'd been asked to help and help he would... even if all of this had become a little more complicated than he'd expected. So much for thinking he even slightly understood the multiverse.
"I'll be fine. I've, um, gone without sleep for longer before. Some sorta caffeine might be good, though."
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once again i am on the playlist lol
#just me hi#my strange brain concoctions back at it again lmfsh#i've been workin on it by bits and bits for the past 2-3ish days and i think i've almost got what i mean hfvbs#yea... mnmnm...#//outta the Lagoons into the Blues !! what a transition hkfshv#i mean i Have found that i actually really really like the shampoo we've been using for like 5 years hghfsv#but also i've had to switch from that one to a different one anyway cuz my hair? is grezy ghfbshv#it Is soft now though which is cool :D cuz the old soap didn't get it quite well and i was using dish soap sometimes to strip it so Lmao#which btw the dish soap worked p well. however it Did feel stripped kgfhsv#/what else what else uuum#i've developed more world stuff for pi.e which is also very epic and neat ; like the 3 Cities + radiation towns + Sanctuary cities +#Sanctuary zones + how they interact w/ each other lol :)#i have these weird lil creatures that i'm calling Rascals rn but i think they need a different name pfshv#and also cuz i made the general world bigger that means i have defined more of the plot just by. scribbling some points for towns on paper#yea :D this thing is maybe just a little bit daunting but i'll prolly get it figured out lol ; roman 3#/oh i Do really wanna draw more pi.e stuff to post hfh :>#cuz despite it all i am still v shy abt my stuff and that's kinda silly so !!#/sometimes my brain gets into these weird paper jams where i'm doing one thing but then i see and wanna do another thing (easy transition ?#but then i see another thing and then another and now i have 4 different things and i feel bad just focusing on just one because. ??? ????#when i was little i used to humanize objects Just before they were thrown away and i think that sort of carried over in a weird way bfhsvgj#balance in all things !! wait no not like that w-#//oh wait wait did i ever mention i learned to make stir fried rice w/ egg#prolly not that big of a deal but i'm STILL happy abt that lol :D#maybe especially cuz i was doing most of the cooking while my picky-cook brother was helping and he thought it was good so like YAY#though tried to make it a second time and i let my ma put the salt in the pot and she oversalted it by Far TwT#it was fine though just really salty lol :)#//mnm also getting into classic vehicles a lil bit#just a bit! cuz i don't know where to start and i just really like that one bike i doodled a bit ago#also i'm a bit spooked that my dad will find out and he is Overwhelming when he finds you might like smth he knows smth abt gfvsgh <3#//Oh i'm outta tag space pfshgv - Toodlesssss ciao :3
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"Mm- I've had days like that, too," he said with a sympathetic smile up at Mayday. "First week in my first apartment, cracked ribs and a headache from inhaling smoke, and finding out that an exterminator spraying pesticide in the building was enough to set off my spider-sense at a very low but still annoying level..." Peter let out a soft, short chuckle. These days, he made sure to pay attention to those notices in his building- making plans to be elsewhere if he could.
"Yeah um, still a spider bite obviously but uh it- it happened to be one that'd been part of a project my dad worked on when he was at Oscorp. Genetically modified, not radioactive. Part of a cross-genetics program, trying to find a cure for the genetic disease Norman had among other things. Connors, lizards," he shrugged with his free shoulder, knowing that at least that was fairly common among the Peters.
"Long story short, he used his own DNA to cross-breed the spiders as a sorta fail-safe if Norman tried to pull anything. Which he did, obviously." Another multiversal constant. "Idea was that they wouldn't be able to continue the work without him... or a descendant. I guess as much as breeding the spiders itself was seen as a huge leap forward, none of the tests they ever ran after my dad died worked, but they were able to find other uses for them- mostly creating super-strong webbing that they tried to find industrial applications for. But then one day I snuck in and got bit. Not that I knew any of that at the time- 's what I was able to piece together later."
"That's one word for him." Peter agreed. He didn't agree with everything Miguel did, but at this point, he really was one of his only friends. The guy just needed help. And pushing him further into isolation by abandoning him at the worst time of his life, when he really was trying to do good and safe the multiverse? Peter wasn't going to do that.
The other Peter didn't quite seem comfortable, but he trusted him with his daughter. Kind of knew the kind of person he was, judging by the whole Spider-Man thing. Paired with the fact that he was also a Peter Parker? Forgive him for assuming things, but if anything - Mayday would probably loosen him up a bit. She had a knack for that.
"We talked about it. MJ and I. We didn't know what to expect, but I think she made her decision a long time ago, way before I got up the courage to do the same. We figured we'd handle whatever came." And they were. They were handling it well, even with the spider-powers in addition to the usual toddler stuff. "There was one time, her spider-sense went off? She would not stop crying, no matter what we did. That was a hell of a week, and we're still not entirely sure what caused it. Anyway- you said your dad's the reason you got your spider-powers? How'd that work? Because you're right; that seems to be a detail a lot of us are missing in our own origin stories."
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i did the thing 👀
i'm holding off on starting my Official Game til the full thing is released although at this point i'm 95% committed to my tiefling warlock idea, but until then i've had some fun making Piper and getting through the intro!
#piper looks v good here but i cant get over the default bard outfit#she would hate it so much im sorry girl i'll try to find some cute dresses for you#i keep seeing gifsets with cute outfits i know they exist somewhere#starting with a bard was maybe not smart i'm sucking at the combat lol#but i do love the bard animations where she gets to use her flute thats pretty neat#ch: piper#bg3
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y'know, I've been seeing a lot more posts talking about how fanfic, specifically, puts characters into boxes and takes away the nuance of them, and while I think that's an important discussion to have, I also find it quite perplexing? Like, these posts seem to come from people who don't even, or maybe very rarely, consume fics in the first place, and I say that because, if you do consume fics semi-regularly, you kind of learn? how to gage what the stories and characterisation are going to be like based on the tags and summary? Sometimes, you do have to step into the fic to figure it out, but it hardly takes very long to realise if it gels with you or not. Idk, it's not anything serious or important, but it does give me... "girl, what were you doing at the devil's sacrament" vibes, you know?
#this gets posted here because my main has mutuals (whom i still love v much) who are part of the girls suspiciously at the sacrament#fanfiction#ao3#i feel like the post doesnt properly address what i mean. i understand that these posts arent talking about fics exactly but rather how#mischaracterisation in fics permeates into how characters are portrayed in the fandom at large but even then it's a bit. like i dont think#you can put that all on the fics/writers (and these posts usually do) alone?? like yes the mischaracterisation is more prominent in fics#by virtue of their medium but if it's resonating with artists and other creators then that's clearly indicative of a general#cognisance issue in the fandom??? and like. maybe it's because tumblr is the only socmed site i use but i dont find it difficult to curate#my fandom experience. people generally know how to use tags and while the sudden influx of x reader stuff for every single character isnt#something im fond of either they're generally good at tagging their stuff. it's annoying but you can blacklist that. you can.#also fic isnt like art where you look at it and you've seen it. you have to engage with a fic to understand so then it /really/ feels like#girl what were you doing at the devil's sacrament to me. idk this post isnt complaining about fandom mischaracterisation in general#i complain about that all the time but more so the inclination to put it on fics & their writers. because if you know how to move through#fic spaces and read the summaries and tags#you can generally find works that are really really good. could you argue they're rare? sure. but saying all fics propogate#mischaracterisation is just... a lie?#this got so long. im not even really bothered or annoyed by it im just confused#these are also often the people who espouse rhetoric about being unafraid to post cringe and embracing your weirdness#and it's like. okay do you want people to post unabashedly or do you want them to shut up.#anyway. back to our regularly scheduled programme now
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Re-tag drop: Yelan
#tag drop#[ yelan. ] i can't change the facts. but if it's a choice between the cold; hard truth and blissful unawareness: i'll take the former.#[ yelan: ic. ] that's a worst-case scenario. but all too often; the most pessimistic speculation turns out to be the closest to the truth.#[ yelan: inquiries. ] oh? you'd like to know more about me? what will you give in exchange then?#[ yelan: countenance. ] an old friend of mine once privately commented to me that ] yelan “is always smiling; but never with her eyes.”#[ yelan: introspection. ] like a phantom she appears in various guises at the center of events; and disappears before the storm stops.#[ yelan: wishes. ] that which hides inside her… that constant calling; it is the blood of heroes which has been howling for 500 years.#[ yelan: etc. ] every round of finger-guessing is a tiny adventure; and every roll of dice sends sporadic thrills down her spine.#[ yelan: liyue. ] liyue will never plunge into disaster without clue of the danger like it once did. she will see that it is not unprepared#[ yelan: home. ] i'm guessing you've fallen for the rumors about me being very wealthy; having high demands for my standards of living?#[ yelan: yanshang. ] the teahouse has really brightened up after the boss took over and kicked the fatui and gamblers out.#[ yelan: lantern rite. ] every year on this day; the lanterns light up the night. may the fire never die and may humanity endure.#[ yelan: chasm. ] perhaps she will plunge into that darkness one day; and the ill fate that once befell her ancestors shall find her too.#[ yelan: scope. ] i serve ningguang. the tianquan of the qixing. the scope of my work includes some of liyue's biggest secrets.#[ yelan: weaponry. ] water. divided it is as streams uncounted: close yet untangled. united it is as a giant wave: inexorable; unstoppable.#[ yelan: wriothesley. ] don't fight over fleeting gains or losses. focus on where your heart is leading you and move forward. [ delusionaid#[ yelan: uncle tian. ] there's nothing wrong with wanting to win other people's respect. but when has uncle tian looked down on anyone?#[ yelan: ningguang. ] we both made a mistake: we shouldn't have involved ordinary folk in what we do. / ordinary folk?#[ yelan: xiao. ] you think you're oh-so cold and ruthless. i'm not buying it. - losing one of us so the rest can escape? some victory that#[ yelan: keqing. ] if something happens that they didn't anticipate; it throws their plans into oblivion. but the yuheng is different.#[ yelan: ganyu. ] i could never work non-stop like she does. certainly not at that level of efficiency. i guess being half-adeptus has its#[ yelan: yanfei. ] when i help her out; i always get some invaluable leads in return. gotta say though: i think she respects me a little mu#[ yelan: traveler. ] you don't have to be on guard around me. i never scheme against people who have my stamp of approval.#[ yelan: v. youth. ] you're still young. be patient. believe in yourself; and don't look outside yourself to prove your value.#[ yelan: v. pre-qixing. ] i don't do these things to help the powerful or mighty get rid of dissident forces. but because water too has a s#[ yelan: v. qixing. ] seeing isn't always believing. and if you can't trust your eyes; you certainly can't trust rumors.#[ yelan: meta. ] the chances are if i open this door; there can be no witnesses left alive. is that a sufficient reason for you?
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Eyebrows draw together for a moment as he thinks. "I was attacked by a group of clowns once. Managed to escape by going for the juggler."
"OUCH! Just right in the ego!" He really had thought that one was good. (No he didn't.) "Do you got anything better? C'mon Mr. Judge of bad jokes!"
#not me responding MONTHS LATER because i only just thought to steal a joke off a musical i saw MONTHS AGO#(though to be fair the idea happened today when i was listening to the soundtrack. so. i guess lol)#(it............ probably works better in the show bc of the accents they use but still lol)#crisispider#v: you know where to find us#is that a band? [peter 3]
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fresh out of hoots to give
#in other news local election season is coming up—#uaaaaaaaa fr though i’ve spent the last few days thinking about what the perks of living in this country were#and all i could come up with was ‘w. we have p o k em o n c e n t re’#and igggggg the fact that we can go from one end of the country to the other within 2 hours via public transport is kinda baller?????#i mean. we used to have cheap and good food 10y ago (like $2.20 for a bowl of noodles) but said noods would set you back $4.50 nowadays#like. idk. i can’t find it in myself to care about the things around me anymore. i’m too tired for thissssssss#then again. life here is the only life i’ve ever known. and i really can’t be bothered to think of what it’d be like to live somewhere else#hm. idk. i seriously have no idea how expats turned prs have a stronger sense of national pride than i do……..#i mean. it’s great that they love it here. but. what is there even here to love? u ni v ers a l stu d ios? the pok e m o n cent r e?#now that i think about it. where do tourists even go here??? aside from the national museum bc it’s baller as heck (biased) that is…#hm. guess i’ll never know. oh wells.#inedible blubbering
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dream diary in the tags
#it was v nostalgic and ahhhhhhh the kind of dream that left me in a haze after waking up#i was me but fused w jo march littlewomen and my family all still lived in our old house#and there was a rich lauriecoded tall blonde neighbor i was besties w#and he was whipped w me but in the dream i knew i didnt reciprocate eventhough im not sure if i knew i was a lesbian or not#but i found it very flattering that he was v eligible but noo he was all for me and in the dream i was fused SPECIFICALLY w the wynona#rider version of jo so you understand. how beautiful i was of course. and i was creative and not really worrying abt the worries of capita#lism and still together w my family all in good relationships vibing enjoying life. woke up and my first thought was#that would be me without any mental illness LMAO#there were 2 scenes i remember distinctly fisrt one scene me and laurie we were in our neighborhood but then we moved to another place#that was kinda like the woods?? and apparently it was a#lumber cutting site or sth?? and there was a lot of logs stacked up and it was v green and wild#kind of a northerner nature than you find in greece so idk where tf in the world that would be#ik 'laurie' was supposed to be from northern europe maybe sweden idk#then we went back to the hosue#and there was a third person cut of 'me' as wynona/jo picking up the mail from the outdoors mailbox#in the snow at night. very cinematic#and there was the fact that the laurie boy was in love w me and me knowing it and feeling sad i couldt reciprocate#and when i woke up i had a followup thought that i wanted us to be like brothers but cant have shit in this econmy#huh what else. thahts all!#dream diary
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@girlofsteel asked: “ stay where you are, i’m on my way. “ (Peter 3)
"Yeah- yeah ok." This hadn't exactly been the plan when Peter had decided to explore the multiverse just a little bit more. Curiosity, perhaps... But he should've remembered that saying about what that did to a cat. Not that this was the worst injury he'd ever had but it was always annoying when he'd managed to break or otherwise injure an arm given his usual mode of transportation. So much for thinking that just because someone had similar powers to someone he'd fought before that he'd be helpful. Turned out that electricity could be used in all sorts of creatively destructive and painful ways that Max hadn't thought of but this 'Livewire' had.
"Ow."
#iiiiiiiiiiiiii have not watched supergirl in a hot minute apart from the flash crossover episodes so apologies if i get anything wrong haha#girlofsteel#v: you know where to find us#is that a band? [peter 3]
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