#vikkie line

[flatland-fuckery]

[freshjjindahouse]

Victoria (Vikki) Line and her autistic rubber 90s toy

Also I’m aware this might be a deep cut in the Flatland cinematic/literary universe so… yeah this is from the 2001 book Flatterland in which a 3D guy named Space Hopper takes Vikki line on a tour of the “mathiverse”

[rjalker]

reading Flatterland now so here' more of the narrator's family tree.

IDK if Lee is his great granddaughter or married one of his great grandsons yet.

[ID: A family tree for the narrator of Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, and the later adaption, Flatterland.

For all but three of the generations displayed, only a single father and son is showed.

At the top of the family tree is an Isosceles triangle, labeled "I S O", and "Great-great-great-great-great-grandfather" in black text, then "great-great-greate-grandfather" in red. An arrow points at him, saying, "Supposedly stabbed a rich guy (angle supposedly at 59).

Next is another Isosceles triangle, with an arrow labeling him, "Angle supposedly degraded to 58 (A K A the people taking the measurements wrote it that way to punish them.), and then labeled in black, "Great-great-great-great grandfather", and in red, "great-great-grandfather".

Next is another Isosceles triangle, labled in black, "great-great-great-grandfather", and in red, "great-grandfather".

Then another, in black, labeled "great-great-grandfather", and in red, "grandfather".

Then another, in black, labeled, "great-grandfather", and in red, "father".

Below him is a final Isosceles triangle, with an arrow saying, "described by his grandson as 'one of the least irregular of his unhappy Isosceles class'. He is labeled in black, "Grandfather", and in red, "Recounting story".

Below him is an Equilateral triangle, marked "E Q I", and labeled in red, "Father", and in red, "son". An arrow reads, "Granted rank of Equilateral, angle supposedly measured at 60 degrees".

Below him is a Square, labeled in black, "recounting story", and in red, "grandson". He is marked R E G, and labeled with a grey arrow, "the narrator".

Below the square is a line of shapes marked only with "children". There are five pentagons, and one straight line. In the center is a question mark leading down to the next generation.

The next generation is labeled "Grandchildren", and shows two hexagons, with another question mark next to them leading to the next generation.

A Horizontal line separates the above section from the one below, labeled, "Flatterland".

The next generation is marked with a questionmark leading down from the family tree above, labeling this generation, "great grandchildren", with a married-in Straight Line on the side labeled "Jubilee (Lee)".

The final generation of great great grandchildren consists of a single Straight Line, labeled Victoria (Vikki).

End ID.]

[legendary-alliance-stance]

finally posting this after procrastinating for days and at this point i'm just giving up waiting to post this during the day and will just queue reblogs of it for later

A relationship chart / semi-family tree chart for @legendary-assassin-stance's and I's Cantha Crew. (AKA the Rev Family and other characters associated with them + will be part of a plot thing with them at...... some point)

(Canon characters featured on this chart: Shiro, Viktor, Archemorus, Vizu, Nika, Mai, Ihn, Petrov, Danika, Rama, Valeria, and Hao Luen.)

Brief descriptions of Important Folks + rambling under the cut!

Im Hana - One of the Heroes of Cantha. Childhood best friends with Yūma, and wife of Nika.

Im Min-Seo - Daughter of Hana and Nika.

Im Nari - Present day descendant of Hana and Nika. Serves the Empire as a Willbender, and bodyguard of Princess Jié Yuèlóng.

Chén Yánglóng - An ancient dragon God of Cantha, true ruler of the Celestials, and husband of Lǐ Bǎofèng. Father of Jié Yuèlóng, and Empress Ihn's secret lover.

Lǐ Bǎofèng - An ancient phoenix God of Cantha, true ruler of the Celestials, and husband of Chén Yánglóng.

Jié Yuèlóng - Imperial Princess of Cantha, daughter of Empress Ihn and Chén Yánglóng.

Yuán Zhēnjīng - An ancient fox spirit revered by the Miyajima family.

Shion Miyajima - A Priestess of Grenth born in Kryta who went to Cantha in search of her family's history. Currently trying to restore the abandoned Miyajima estate off the coast of Shing Jea.

Yūma Miyajima - One of the Heroes of Cantha. Childhood best friends with Hana, and - more infamously - the man who bore a ghostly Shiro Tagachi a child.

Yūki Hashimoto - Son of Yūma and Shiro.

Noriaki Hashimoto - Present day descendant of Yūma and Shiro. A revenant that channels the power of Shiro, after accidentally summoning his spirit. Dating Orion.

Orion zu Heltzer - Present day descendant of Saint Viktor and Archemorus. A revenant who channels the power of his famous ancestors, after an incident bound them to him. Dating Noriaki.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Headcanons that can and will make up how I write the Marvelous Bats AU I’m trying to actually write

Everyone has a minor upgrade or addition on the powers they have. Eugene has his technokinesis, Pedro is physically stronger than Billy even though they have the same blessing, Darla is faster, Freddy has some minor telekinesis and is better at flying in practice, and Mary’s courage is infectious to the degree of getting people out of being scared frozen in an emergency and getting them to rescue themselves and have the bravery to help others along the way.

Billy and Mary are still twins, she’s adopted by the Bromfields and Billy is newly fostered by the Vasquez’s but they all work and spend time together as a family unit despite the separate home lives

Billy knows how to make portals anywhere with doors, the place just needs to have a door. (He has tried getting the Batcave that way but apparently the car doors of the Batmobile don’t count)

Yes all the Bats know the Marvels identity’s and vice versa, the rest of the League? Nope. Just think Batman mellowed out in his crusade to learn Caps identity

Yes Bruce wanted to adopt Billy, Billy said screw that and Jason pointed out how bad of an idea it would be to have a kid named Batson in the public eye of Gotham. “The Joker can and will try to make a bad joke out of the kid Bruce.” “Yeah Batman, you want me to die in a robin costume of all things?” Bruce just stayed silent for a moment and almost started crying (it’s was only a week later Jason took a good look at the kid and realized Billy is a mini him and Bruce probably didn’t like the Robin comment)

Damian, Darla, and Jon are the true kid hero trinity. Their mission? Chaos

Freddy just about passed out when he met Barbra, the super amazing Batgirl is the super cool lady behind the monitor that’s one of freaking Batman’s most essential teammates? Oh the feeling of finally seeing a super like himself

Tim met Billy and Mary’s parents through his own when he was little, the 3 of them had a very long discussion about cool archeology stuff for a good few hours

Because his hero form is his “full potential” and is very big Pedro asked Jason to help him get from how he is now to his hero form, seeing as his body type was closest. Now they work out together every Tuesday and Friday (school and vigilante work permitting) half of it is actually working out and the other is building Pedros confidence

Batman and Captain Marvel make a point to block and argue heavily against any other Marvel joining the League, Billy is the only one until the rest of the family does meet the age requirement they have. Billy does the heavy lifting expected of the actual Champion of Magic and his siblings enjoy the small town hero life and look out for Fawcett and the Rock when he’s off world, Mary is the defacto leader when he’s gone.

Like how every Bat has their designated Super and sometimes Wonder, they all have a Marvel they hang out with more than others. Mary and Dick hang out and bond over being the unfortunate voice of reason siblings, Darla is the childish influence making Damian act more his age and love doing it. Billy and Bruce are the respective “heads of the family” and Bruce checks in a lot on how Billy’s life is going with the occasional leadership tip thrown in to help with hero work. Jason tutors Pedro when they’re both visiting, if they cross paths on the job they’ll talk sports a lot. Freddy and Eugene talk a lot about strategy’s, games, gadgets, and superpowers with Barbra and Tim.

Tawny and Alfred are golfing buddies, they also build miniatures of flag ships together and talk about their weird family of supers over tea

Eugene has hacked the Bat-computer on multiple occasions, each time to make an edit to any files Bruce makes of the family, mostly something childish like adding “the amazing” or “the super awesome” before their hero names in the files. But one hack he did was into his contingency plans files, which nearly gave Bruce a heart attack thinking there was going to be another accident that would almost kill his friends.

The hack was the change of “Further research needed to figure out a strategy for neutralization, for now the best strategy is to trick or force them into using their trigger phrase to de-transform before incapacitating them” to “let their siblings deal with the situation”

The Justice League’s first introduction to Captain Marvel was during a “Superman is being affected by Red Kryptonite” situation. By the time they caught up to him in Fawcett their resident hero was helping the man up and panicking over how much he hurt him trying to wrestle the Kryptonite off him, they offered him a seat with them by the end of the week after satellite imaging showed that he led Superman into the air after he knocked down a building and delt with him without further damage and Superman’s account that he broke his arm and bruised multiple ribs trying to stop him. Billy was 9 at the time and only had his powers a few months at that time so he had no idea how much he needed to reel his strength in and was panicking too much to properly do so either way in that fight.

Damian was jealous that Billy got into the league so young and Bruce still won’t let him on despite his capabilities but realizes Billy only got so far because of a lie of omission and one event where he severely harmed Superman, he’d call his father an idiot if he hadn’t tried to keep an eye on such a worrying individual

The Vasquez’s know their kids visit the Wayne’s every other day, as do the Bromfields, but only Vic and Rosa know about the superhero part of it all. The Bromfields just think Mary is visiting a girl friend and having sleepovers every so often, they aren’t entirely wrong since she does hang out with Cass and Stephenie but they don’t need to know her whole superhero life. It’s framed as a mentorship so that their kids can do their best with the powers given to them with a healthy amount of encouragement in still being kids and attending school, it’s mostly just the two families spending time with eachother though.

Black Adam used to antagonize the Marvel Family but after a fight with Billy 1v1 he saw he was a child and stopped trying to actively kill him, he’s now their weird uncle figure who pops by to show them some fighting moves and try to tell Billy to stop being the champion until he’s older.

Black Adam is closer to the movie version solely for the purposes of expanding the family size, he looks like his classic comic self but has to shift in morals and backstory he had in the movie

The fight happened in a empty patch of dessert outside Khandaq when Billy was 11, no one on the League knows why they suddenly stopped fighting or why Cap officiated the guys wedding but their happy he figured something out so his city didn’t get torn up every month by their fights anymore.

The hero names and nicknames for the Marvel family are as follows

Billy Batson —> Captain Marvel (Cap, the Captain)

Mary Bromfield —> Mary Marvel (Mary)

Freddy Freeman —> Lieutenant Marvel (Lieu, Captain Marvel Jr. (by one annoying reporter))

Pedro Peña —> General Marvel (The jolly green giant, Greenie)

Eugene Choi —> Chief Marvel (Chief, Master Chief (self proclaimed, never used))

Darla Dudley —> Ms./Princess Marvel (Ms., Missy Marvel, Missy (Used for professional purposes) Princess (Used every other time as her choice of code name))

Adriana Tomaz —> Isis (/got the amulet of Isis as a wedding gift from Darla from the Rock, she didn’t know what it was but is happy she got cool powers with the rest of the family/)

Amon Tomaz —> Horus (/name changed from comics to coincide with the change in family dynamic between him and Adriana from siblings to parent/child/)

Theo —> Black Adam/Khem Adam

Shout out to @thefantasmarex for reminding me how much I love these two families together

[2d-dreams]

Vikki walk

she walk

[2d-dreams]

imagine surviving being tortured in some murder game and then you find out that there’s like group therapy for people like you so you go there and there’s just some rich white man sitting in the corner making bizarre ominous comments and slow clapping and when you ask people about it they’re like “oh yeah that’s lawrence. don’t worry about him. he’s harmless.”

[adhdvane]

0(:3　)～ =͟͟͞͞(’､3)_ヽ)＿

okay, now i can just focus on doing at least 100 mil tomorrow and on day four for the sand. i accidentally solo’d into b tier again and won the first final round so even losing these next three will put me at enough for a sunlightstone, but all i really want is that fcking sand so i can fully uncap the goddamn hanged man spear. amelia pulling her goddamn weight in nm 100 keeping the party constantly armored

[intertexts-moving]

still thinking abt what happens next. its such a good dissection of blame + morality+ perpetuation of cruel cycles. however i have to admit i don't particularly subscribe to the main body of commentators ' "everyone is scheming and has awful intention" take. i mean. hanlon's razor.-- milo obviously dismembered a dead body. which frankly in no world sounds better than saying he killed her. like, he is obviously culpable of that + incapable of processing that culpability but it's jarring to see everyone immediately locking onto gage as some kind of evil and actively manipulating from the start mastermind. they seem pretty obviously to me to be a preexisting Type Of Guy: isolated, miserable, (obsessive) parasocial relationship w/ people who Do, in fact, Exist, and aren't fake characters in a story (haha). his treatment of milo seems way more in line w/ that kind of "genuinely ignorant of how normal friendships and relationships work" than "secretly plotting your demise "-- the weed & crossbow thing read as familiar to me. pressuring, yes, but not actively so. thats just like... the way people are? the way u act when you're kind of awkwardly acquaintances/frienfs w someone and u invite them 2 partake in ur hobbies. just sucks that gage's hobbies are literally only stalking murderers + getting high w the nastiest bong u havr ever seen + shooting white monster cans in the woods with a crossbow. the effect is negative, obviously, because milo is a fucking basket case on a ton of medications with a criminal record for sawing off a girl's arms and the looming threat of inpatient if he doesnt behave over his head. not downplaying the other thing btw that's in a different category imo & while the kiss itself wasnt inherently a Bad Thing to Do imo their reaction & justification absolutely was.. still kind of weird 2 me that it appears like there's a bigger sympathy for claire (dealt with the trauma by becoming a transphobic turning point usa girlie who uses her sister's notoriety to advocate for punishing minors in the justice system even worse & treating her gf like shit) than gage (obviously fucked in the head minimum wage worker with no bar for what a normal interaction or relationship looks like at all.) OR vikki (trans woman of color whos career! is to stir up shit! even if she was kind of a cunt!) anyway the milo / claire parallels are baller i love when people fucking hate each other but are so similar... girl its been nine years stop sticking your fingers in your own bloody wounds stop it stop it stop it! when will u stop reliving the trauma ever day for its own sake. (claire's self harming actions here are obviously infinitely worse because she is like,,, Actively Hurting So Many People. and for what! so she can wear awful dresses and get hit on by oily white senators and drag the bleeding dead weight of her sisters body around everywhere she goes?) ahhh what ever. good book i have to pack now.

[mochegato]

Maybe Lover

“Can you put your phone away, please?” Bruce chided Jason, his voice sounding slightly tinny over the coms.  “It’s rude.  At least pretend to pay attention to the gala and the people here.”

“There is absolutely nothing going on in the gala that’s worth paying attention to,” he grumbled without looking up to acknowledge him as he continued to type, not that there was anyone there to acknowledge anyway.

“Are you kidding me?” Stephanie trilled, excitement bursting through her tone and Jason’s ear drum.  “Selena and Vikki and Oliver are all here tonight.  And none of them are the one Bruce brought.”  Jason snorted and went back to typing with renewed vigor.

“I can hear you,” Bruce cut in.  His exasperation even this early in the evening came through clearly.

“She knows,” Tim answered for her.  “She just doesn’t care.”

“Ooohhh, is that Pixie?” she asked, trying to peek around Jason’s shoulder to see what he was typing.

He raised his elbow quickly, almost clocking her on the chin as he did.  She had to dodge hastily to avoid getting hit.  “Maybe,” he grunted.

Instead of scowling at him, her smile widened.  “Say ‘hi’ for me!”

“Fuck off,” he scowled.

“You didn’t invite her to the gala?” Bruce asked.

“No?” he scoffed.  He desperately wanted to flip him off, but there were far too many people between the two of them and Alfred would be disappointed when he found out.  And he would find out.  He always did.

“Why not?  I thought we were going to get to meet her tonight,” Dick pouted.  Jason could feel the hopeful look he’d worn at the mention of Pixie turn to a disheartened frown from across the room.

“Because then you’d meet her tonight,” he responded flatly, giving his brother the deadest of deadpan looks to go with it.

“So, when are we going to meet your girlfriend?” Dick asked.  The hopeful edge appearing back in his gaze.

“Never if I have my choice,” he scoffed.

“Probably better that way,” Tim teased with a playful smirk.  “Less likely to get attacked in our sleep by some insane assassin that way.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Jason growled.  He turned toward where he knew Tim was stationed with Kon and Cassie on the other side of the ballroom to glare at him.  “Maybe this is exactly why I don’t want you guys to meet her.”

“Okay, less chatter, more focus on the gala,” Bruce instructed sternly.  “Tim, stop antagonizing Jason.  Everyone, keep an eye out for anything suspicious and announce it on the coms if you find anything, but don’t forget this is for the Foundation.  If tonight goes well, we might be able to open a new clinic, so be charming… Jason,” he added at the end pointedly.

“Keep your shorts on,” he scoffed.  “I’m here aren’t I?  And not cursing out anyone… outside of the family.”

“And I’m proud of you for that,” Bruce agreed.  Jason almost flinched when his voice reached him in person instead of over the coms.  “Come greet guests with me.”

Jason threw his head back with a deep groan.  “Why am I being punished for behaving?”

Bruce rolled his eyes.  “You’re not.  You’re being rewarded.”

“This does not feel like a reward,” he scoffed, but followed behind him, plastering on a smile as he went.

“I think I see Marinette,” Bruce said consolingly.  “You like her well enough, don’t you?”

Jason studied him for a second before shrugging noncommittally.  “Maybe,” Jason huffed loudly, but his eyes darted around looking for her behind Bruce’s back, “she’s okay.”

He spotted her just before Bruce called out for her.  She looked stunning, which was no great surprise.  She stood out so strikingly, he was shocked he had missed her until then.  She was dressed in a floor-length red dress that skirted the line between sweet and sexy.  But, it wasn’t a bright, ladybug red.  No, it was a deeper, bloodier, Red Hood red.  Her silky hair cascaded down her exposed back, swaying slightly with each minute movement.  But it was when she turned around that truly took his breath away.  Her eyes glowed as reflections of the gala’s ambient lights flickered in them.  Her smile seemed to make the carefully calculated lighting significantly brighter.

“M. Wayne,” she greeted him cheerily, a markedly different greeting than the serious or fake or sultry greetings other attendees had used.  “Thank you for inviting me.”

Bruce raised his eyebrow almost imperceptibly.  To anyone not as familiar with him as Jason, or Marinette, they would have missed it and been taken in by the wide, fake smile.  He took her hand and bowed slightly.  “We couldn’t have a party without you.  You make all of our events that much brighter by your smile,” he crooned so over the top, Marinette almost choked out a laugh.  “Wouldn’t you agree, Jason?”

“Maybe,” Jason shrugged, but his eyes bored into Marinette.

Marinette raised an eyebrow at Jason but smiled for Bruce.  “Thank you, M. Wayne…”

“Bruce please,” he chided.  His charming persona on full blast.  Jason was just about ready to slap his overly familiar hands that were still holding Marinette’s hand like he might kiss her knuckles again, away from Marinette.

“Bruce,” Marinette responded obligingly.  “It really is a beautiful event.”

“Thank you,” he nodded slightly with an easy smile and finally let go of her hand.  “Nothing to do with me, I assure you.  But a great networking opportunity for you so…” he made a shooing motion toward the crowd.

Marinette chuckled and nodded back.  “M… Bruce.  Jason,” she acknowledged enchantingly and disappeared into the crowd.

Or at least she tried.  Jason’s eyes followed her around the room, never leaving her for too long.  She was easy enough to find, her red dress standing out against the rest of the attendees, but even if it hadn’t, he still would have been able to find her.  He always could.  He watched her walk from person to person, anxiety flickering in her eyes for a few moments before meeting each new person.  But she would invariably square her shoulders and march into battle.

He looked away before she could catch him staring like one of the lecherous old men who had been ogling her since she walked into the room.  It took several blinks and a shake of his head before he could focus.  It took longer than he would care to admit to tune back into the conversation he was supposed to be having with whoever Bruce had brought him to speak with.  His eyes found Marinette instead.  He sneered when he laid eyes on yet another lecher leering at Marinette.

His sneer eased into an appreciative gaze as he watched her chat animatedly with Kon and Cassie.  Her arms were flying out as she explained something, probably very simple, not remotely requiring so much expression, except that it was Marinette, so it would have been strange if she didn’t explain like that.  Cassie said something and Marinette threw her head back in a full body laugh that was so out of place in a high class, elegant gala, but was so very Marinette, that Jason’s resolve completely melted.

He stopped pretending to pay attention to the conversation he was supposed to be in when Marinette waved goodbye to Cassie and Kon and made her way in his direction, pointedly not looking at Jason.  Her hips swayed as she moved, not overtly, just enough to make his mind race, which, granted, didn’t require much… or anything really when it came to her.  Just seeing her eyes was enough.  Or her smile.  Or hearing her laugh.  Or… anything really.  And the occasional looks she would shoot him throughout the night, over her shoulder or under her lashes, only lasting a few milliseconds, nothing long enough for anyone else to notice, almost did him in.

He fought reacting when he felt a light touch brushing along his shoulder as a body passed behind him.  It was even harder when her breath tickled his ear.  “Not very subtle,” she cooed quietly enough only he could hear her words, but they hit him like a sledgehammer, driving the air out of his lungs.

A growl worked up from his chest and he spun quickly enough he was surprised his neck didn’t crack.  He shot his hand out to grab her arm before she could get away.  “Would you do me the honor of a dance, Ms. Dupain Cheng,” he prompted louder than strictly necessary.

She raised an amused eyebrow at him and had to purse her lips to keep from smirking.  “Of course.”

He wound through the crowd until they were in the middle of dance floor and pulled her closer than propriety allowed as the music started.  They moved in sync, as though they were one entity.  He relished the feeling of her against him; the heat against him, the way her soft body almost melded to his, the delicate tenderness of the bare skin of her back under his fingertips, the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume.  He brushed his face along her hairline, his lips lingering against her skin.

Marinette couldn’t help the small gasp that passed her lips.  “Careful, M. Todd.  We’re in public.”

He looked around as if only just seeing the people filling the ballroom.  His eyes widened in faux surprise.  “Oh!  That explains all the people.”

Her eyes were rolling before she even realized it, but quickly settled into a flat look.  “Your family is here.”

He made a show of looking around, without allowing his eyes to settle on anything.  “I don’t see them.”

She snorted inelegantly but covered it in his chest.  She glanced around quickly before returning her curious gaze to him.  “Jason?”  Her voice was soft, cautious.  He hummed in response.  “What are you doing?”

He traced the edge of her face lightly, his fingertips barely touching her skin, but still making enough contact to singe her, until his finger rested under her chin.  “I would have thought that was rather obvious.  I thought I was making it clear to the entire room.”

Her jaw dropped just enough for her lips to part slightly, drawing his eyes with so much force, he was incapable of looking away from her Red Hood colored lips.  “You sure about this?” she asked quietly.

He tightened his grip around her waist almost imperceptibly.  “Positive,” he whispered as he leaned down to finally connect their lips in front of witnesses for the first time.  They met in a soft kiss, that looked so intimate, so reverent, it felt like a sin to watch.

She stopped dancing to pull back and glance in his eyes.  “What made you change your mind?” She whispered.

“Maybe I’m tired of hiding,” he commented lightly and if she hadn’t known him better, she might have fallen for the offhanded delivery as he started them moving again.  “Maybe, I want to love you out in the open.  Freely.  In the light.  Maybe I’m done letting how other people will react affect how we love each other.  Maybe I realized you were right and I want this unconditionally too.”  He swept his hand over the back of her head and down her hair, letting the soft tendrils slip through his fingers.  “Maybe I’m done pretending and maybe you mean more to me.  Maybe,” he took a breath and met her eyes with a soft but determined look, “maybe I love you too much.”

He pushed her against himself so there was no space between them.  The soft look in his eyes turned deeper as he licked his lips.  “Maybe I want to kiss you anywhere, everywhere… public, private, on your body…”

“What the fuck am I hearing right now?” Tim whisper hissed, drawing the attention of the people around him, negating the purpose of whispering in the first place.  He offered them a tight smile and pulled Kon closer to him, trying to play it off as speaking to him.

“Oh my God, she’s Pixie!” Stephanie exclaimed excitedly, almost vibrating with excitement, not remotely caring about the stares she was garnering.

“First off, congratulations you two.  We’re very happy for you both,” Dick cut in loudly.  “Second, turn off your coms for conversations like this,” he begged.

“Ignore him, feel free to keep them on.  I’m invested now,” Stephanie cheered.  “I just need popcorn.”

Dick’s frustrated groan could be heard over the coms, even louder than Marinette’s embarrassed squeak.  “Third, how the fuck long has this been going on?”

“’She’s okay?’” Bruce asked, repeating Jason’s words from earlier, his voice mocking but light, an undertone of amusement clear.

“Maybe she’s a bit better than okay,” Jason conceded with a sigh.

“Maybe?” Marinette asked, her eyebrow and lips raised in bemusement.

Jason gently ran his fingers through her hair again as though he were smoothing it down, but in reality, using the feeling to ground him.  His touch was soft and light, almost reverent in his delicacy.  “Maybe every time I’ve said ‘maybe’ tonight I meant ‘definitely’,” he said softly.

Marinette’s smile brightened so much, she seemed to emit light.  Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears, almost incandescent in their beauty.  “Maybe I love you too,” she whispered.

His lips widened into a sappy smirk.  He leaned down until his lips were millimeters from hers.  “Maybe?”

“Definitely,” she amended, rising up to close the distance.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Hi! As a fellow knitter with a love for embroidery and cosplay, your Grishaverse kniting projects sound amazing! 😍 Would you be willing to share progress photos as you go? Or perhaps talk a little more about the designs, patterns, or techniques you'll use? So excited for you!

-sixofcrowsdaydreams (side blog)

Hiya, thanks so much for your interest - I'd love to share more!

My current Grishaverse knitting projects are a Healer kefta (which will probably be more along the lines of kefta-inspired than an accurate reproduction because of the material etc) and a full-size blanket of the Six Of Crows book cover (uk/us paperback edition).

For the Kefta, I'm adapting a free cardigan pattern that I'll link if anyone would like it. The pattern outlines the structure and shaping, which is mostly what I'm using it for, but is designed in a specific basket rib that I'm not using; I decided to use stockinette stitch because I think that it will be easier to embroider since I'm planning on using the Swiss Darning method. I'm teaching myself the Swiss Darning method from the wonderful book "KNIT: step by step" (Vikki Haffenden and Frederica Patmore), which I absolutely love and highly recommend. I just checked and the RRP for the book is £14.99 but I got mine for £7.99 so it might be worth looking around for where it's cheapest. I'm knitting it with DK weight yarn and so far I have the back and two front pieces complete and am currently working on the first sleeve. I used a free digital art app called Ibis Paint X to sketch out my designs for the embroidery and then overlayed them with a grid - I'm treating each square as one stitch.

The blanket it being knit in chunky weight yarn using a fair isle pattern I designed by using the same digital art app to draw and the book cover, overlay it with a grid, pixelate it, and slightly simplify the colour scheme (that was mostly due to the availability of the yarn since there are so many shades of grey in the cover). I am relatively new to colourwork, or at the very least colourwork on this scale, and this was a massive undertaking I went into with unearned confidence. Unfortunately I have now realised a massive mistake I made in the fair isle technique that means I'm going to have to undo everything I've done so far and restart, but luckily I've realised it early enough that I'm not even a quarter of the way through the project yet; if I'd done more it would be more annoying, as it stands it's not too bad but it is a setback. I've yet to decide how I'm going to back the blanket once it's complete, I have two options: 1) sew it onto either white or black fleece, 2) knit a Crooked Kingdom book cover the same size and back them onto each other. The pros of the first one is that it would give it a finished and hopefully gorgeous look, plus would be super cosy. The pro of the second option is that it would be awesome, but the con is that it might not look as neat and finished. On top of that, if I back the first one with fleece I can then knit a Crooked Kingdom one and back that with fleece, which means I get two blankets. So yeah I haven't decided yet, but I'll see how it goes and keep you guys updated.

Thanks so much for your question! If anyone has any specific requests for me to talk about regarding the knitting patterns/processes/techniques/ etc then absolutely feel free and yeah if people are interested then I will definitely put some update photos on here as I go as well :)

[serinxo]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { serin kaplan } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { she } is ? they kind of look like { cemre baysel} and i could be wrong but i think that they might be {25 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { month }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { blair waldorf } from { gossip girl }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { palmview fashion house } as a { designer }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { opulent } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { sharp-tongued } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { driven } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 2b } apartment beside me over in { seaglass heights }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ BASIC INFO ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

full name: serin illara kaplan

nickname(s): rin

age: twenty five

birthday: december 30th

zodiac sign: capricorn sun, scorpio moon, leo rising

gender: cis-female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

hometown: manhattan, ny

current location: palmview, fl

apartment: seaglass gardens, #2b

label: 'the opulent'

occupation: designer @ palmview fashion house

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ PASSIONS - A Visionary in a Sea of Trades ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

interests / hobbies: classic films (especially anything starring audrey hepburn or vikki dougan) collecting art & vintage fashion books (she'll spend hours flipping through them, seeking inspiration for her next piece), high-end fitness regimes (boxing, pilates, yoga, etc.)

style: her personal style is a carefully crafted combination of sophistication and drama. she adores sharp lines, rich fabrics, opulent details. having a flair for the dramatic, serin often pairs her outfits with bold statement pieces. for her, fashion is an extension of her inner world, a reflection of her strength and unyielding ambition.

in the brutal & fast-paced world of fashion, serin thrives to be a trailblazer, and ultimately one day a legendary name. in each piece she makes, she aims to fuse timeless elegance with cutting edge innovation; her designs exude opulence, from intricate hand-embroidered details to show-stopping silhouettes that capture attention from first glance. the meticulousness with which she crafts every gown, every suit, every accessory is a testament to her obsession with perfection.

when she's not working, she's feeding her mind. whether it’s indulging in avant garde exhibition in a gallry, diving into literature on the latest fashion trends, or collaborating with renowned artists, she immerses herself in experiences that feed her soul and fuel her creativity. she’s also a connoisseur of all things luxury—vintage jewelry, rare handbags, and one-of-a-kind couture pieces that become treasures in her personal collection.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ PERSONALITY - A Razor-Sharp Edge, Wrapped in Velvet ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

serin is a complex blend of contradictions, each layer revealing a deeper intensity. on the surface, she’s confident, poised, and effortlessly charming — traits that make her both admired and, at times, feared. with a sharp tongue that’s as effective as any scalpel, serin is quick-witted and often uses her words to carve out space for herself in a world that demands attention. she knows exactly what she wants, and exactly how to get it, rarely letting anything stand in her way. if anything does stand in her way, she removes it—methodically, without a moment’s hesitation. people say she reminds them of blair waldorf from gossip girl — the same regal elegance, the same cunning ambition, and the same sharp-edge wit that is always in full force, even when she’s at her most graceful.

driven barely scratches the surface when it comes to describing her work ethic. serin is obsessed with perfection — not just in her craft, but in every part of her life. whether it's the cut of a fabric or the trajectory of her career, she aims to be nothing less than the absolute best. she rarely relaxes, always seeking the next challenge, the next opportunity to elevate herself, and the next step in her ever-expanding empire. her ambition is so fierce that it often leaves little room for anything else — except, perhaps, her inner circle, who she fiercely protects with unwavering loyalty. but even her closest confidants know that serin isn’t one to wear her heart on her sleeve.

she’s not without her softer side. beneath her icy exterior lies a mind constantly working, constantly creating. she finds peace in solitude, often retreating to her private studio, where she can drown out the world with music — everything from classical symphonies to underground electronica — using it as a soundtrack for her creative process. design is more than a profession for Serin; it’s her language, her therapy, her means of self-expression. and, at the end of the day, it’s what keeps her grounded amidst the chaos of her high-powered life.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ FAMILY LIFE TURMOIL - Privilege at a Price ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

despite her towering success, serin’s family life remains one of the most difficult and emotionally complex aspects of her existence. raised in a world of wealth and privilege, serin grew up with everything most people could dream of — lavish vacations, designer everything, and access to the most elite circles. but despite the material abundance, her relationship with her parents has always been strained and transactional. their love for her is often measured by how well she performs in their eyes — something she learned to accept early on.

serin’s father, a self-made mogul, has always seen her as a tool to maintain his position in the elite echelon of society. he has always pushed her to be the best, but never offered the warmth of a true connection. her mother, a renowned socialite known for her charitable events and impeccable style, is more interested in maintaining the family’s flawless public image than in understanding her daughter’s complex desires. the love they offer is always in the form of materialism.

her younger brother, more of a carefree playboy type with no interest in the business world, often becomes the subject of tension between Serin and their parents. while he’s seen as the “golden child” in the family, due to his charm and lack of ambition, serin feels an intense rivalry with him — though she would never admit it aloud. she resents how easily he navigates the world they live in, carefree and adored, while she must constantly prove herself. despite the animosity, there’s a lingering affection between the two, though it’s rarely expressed.

this absence of emotional support and connect has made serin fiercely independent and driven her to succeed on her own terms. however, the lack of a true family connection weighs heavily on her. she longs for the kind of genuine bond she sees in others —something authentic and untainted by wealth and status. but she quickly suppresses those feelings, using them as fuel to achieve more, to rise even higher in a world where emotions are often seen as a weakness.

[upwards-descent]

Good News

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Adithi yelled at the phone as if it could hear her or stop ringing by voice command alone. She plucked up the landline from the receiver and made sure she sounded as warm and hospitable as possible.

"Thank you for calling the Joshi residence, this is Adithi speaking, how may I help you?"

The other line was quiet for a moment and her brow furrowed in confusion. Had the caller hung up already? Before she could repeat her greeting, a familiar voice finally spoke up.

"Hey, sorry, as soon as I dialed something came up."

"Ah, Vikkie, so nice for you to call," A big smile crossed Adithi's face immediately. It was always a treat when her only child called out of nowhere. "Do you need something, meri jaan?" 

"I've got huge news, mama, I'm hoping you're gonna freak as much as I think you are."

"Uh huh, tell me then, so I may 'freak' over it."

Vikram went quiet again. There was a little shuffling, the clink of metal on metal. Finally, he piped up again, his voice soft.

"... He said he loves me back."

Adithi went silent, eyes wide, heart pounding. For some unknown reason, she glanced at the clock on the wall, maybe to confirm that this was real and she wasn't dreaming. 

"Who said so, Vikkie?" She asked, just to be safe.

"Remember I was telling you guys about my assistant? Otto, the uh. Y'know. The robot. He uhm. He said he loves me back."

Even if he sounded nervous, Adithi knew her son well. She could hear the smile in his tone, practically feel the anxiously excited energy radiating off of him and through the phone. There was a delay to her reaction in kind but as soon as she found her voice, she used it.

"Vikkie!!!" She squealed, almost jumping in place, she was so amped. "Ohh, that's wonderful! You have to bring him over as soon as possible for dinner--" She turned her mouth away from the receiver to yell down the hall. "Yuvraj!!! Do you still have the number for those cleaners? This house must be SPOTLESS for when Vikkie visits next!"

"Did something happen?" Yuvraj called back from his office. "Good news?"

"VERY good news!" Adithi's attention shifted rapidly back to her son. "Oh, this is so amazing!!!"

"Called it," Vikram sounded adorably smug. "No big rush though, okay? Otto doesn't have a digestive system but I'm making him one from scratch so he can enjoy your cooking."

Adithi felt tears peck at her eyes. No wonder her son cried so damn much, he got it from her.

"You're building this man a stomach and such just to eat our food?" She sniffled.

"Aiiie, mama, it's okay, don't cry! I've been wanting to since I first got him but you guys definitely motivated me. He's gotta have baba's vindaloo."

"You are absolutely right, Vikkie," Adithi nodded like a soldier, her tears vanishing as she got serious. "I'll have to go shopping, get some really good tea, and make the best cookies. I've got my work cut out for me."

"Glad I could add some excitement to your guys' retirement," Vikram laughed, bright and full and his mother felt another pang of delight. It was always so nice when he sounded happy. "I'll give you guys a heads up once I'm ready, 'kay? Gotta make sure whatever he eats doesn't wind up melting his circuits or some shit."

"You tell us right away, okay? This is serious."

"Of course, mama! You two are top priority, always. I gotta go now, work stuff. Love you!"

"Love you, too, Vikkie." Adithi smacked a loud kiss against the receiver, hearing one last bubbly laugh before her son hung up.

Yuvraj toddled out of his office shortly after, holding up his latest project. 

"Ooh, is that the Lego Sydney Opera house?" Adithi shook her head with passion, physically dusting off the distraction. "Yuvraj! Our son is in love and his loved one loves him back!"

"Of course he does," Yuvraj scoffed, moving to set the plastic architecture down. "Anyone our Vikkie sets his sights on will come to love him, easy. I'm not surprised."

"You could at least act excited about it," Adithi huffed before she went to fetch her grandmother's cookbook. "Vikkie wants you to make him-- make Otto your vindaloo."

"Ooh. Okay," Now Yuvraj looked interested. "We'll have to go shopping."

Adithi only laughed. Great minds think alike.

[dungeons-are-too-cold]

i hate to be that guy but vikki from ST is so painfully uninteresting and boring i wanna explode that whole plot line with my el mind powers

[2d-dreams]

you know i see the funny flatland blogs with references to flatland characters and im like "i want that" but who? i was thinking, well i simp for A Sphere why not A Sphere but there is already a CEO of Messiah Inc blog and you know im not a thief in this fandom so then I was thinking hmm Hex? but like Pollux is already my cool hexagon guy and idk might make him an ask blog or something and then I remembered.

A Square in the book has a daughter. Nobody ever talks about her.

Before that i was considering Vikki Line but i felt its unfair since i havent read Flatterland [yay poverty] sadly

SO YEAH only problem is what to name the blog/what is her name?? anyone ever thought about her and got name ideas or something

[rjalker]

the first half of the meme. the second half will be done when I actually get beyond page 4 of the book.

[ID: The first two panels of the Anakin and Pademe meme, with Anakin now labled, "Vikki", with a question mark, saying, "Straight Lines are the most oppressed people in Flatland.". Padme is now labeled "Me", and is smiling while replying, "This is commentary on White Feminism, right?". End ID.]

(pro tip: if you think Straight Lines are the most oppressed people in Flatland you need to reread it.)

I think Vikki should visit the local elementary school.