#vindication vindication VINDICATION!!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[archengazelle]

*** JWCT SPOILERS 🦖💥 ***

*

*

*

*

WE F*CKING WONNNNN ??!?! !! 🤯🔥🤯💥 IM INSANE LETS FCKING GOOOOOOOOOO AAAAA!! 🎉🎆💥✨🌟🎉👑🌟✨💞 I’M ACTUALLY SPEECHLESS I’M SHAKINGG

[astrcthesiai-archived]

"Snow White and Rose Red" --Blackbriar

We had a bond that was stronger than they could ever comprehend We are one, we could do anything if you just hold my hand We had a bond that was stronger than they could ever comprehend And you know that people fear what they don't quite understand

[rillils]

Tony : so was I

Steve: bitch I was bouncing on it even before you were born

I just laughed out loud so hard I startled my mom 😂😂 Nonnie, you beautiful, gorgeous gem you 💖💖💖

Ah man, Tony had no idea what he was talking about, had he? He thought he had Steve all figured out, but in truth he had barely begun to scratch the surface. He didn't know what Steve was really capable of, the lengths he was willing to go to, the lines he was ready to cross, just to keep Bucky safe.

Tony dared to touch the one thing that, to Steve, was sacred above all else, and he almost got his skull bashed in because of it.

In a weird sort of way, I'm kinda grateful to him for it? Because his stunt gave us the chance to see once again how fiercely protective Steve and Bucky are of each other, how they're both willing to die before they'll let anyone come between them - and also how absolutely glorious they look when they're fighting together in perfect sync like that, understanding each other with one glance, two bodies moving as one, one of them throwing the shield and the other one already thrusting his arm out to catch it before the thing was even flying, like seriously how fucking hot was that entire sequence?? 🔥💖💖

The funniest bit? The way that Tony just had to be petty until the end, demanding the shield "back" because his father had made it. Like Steve was going to have to pick between the shield and the man in his arms. Like Steve even had to think about it. Like the choice wasn't already made before the question was ever placed in his lap.

I don't think Tony really understood that there was nothing, and no one, that Steve would ever choose over Bucky, until he saw Steve drop that shield on the ground like a hot potato and walk away without looking back.

But ohhh, how I loved that. There's something so deeply satisfying, so vindicating, and so painfully sweet about seeing Steve, bloodied and bruised and hurting, gently gathering the man he loves up in his arms, holding him close to his side, and taking him the hell out of that cold dead place with this one final gesture - unceremoniously dropping the shield and leaving it behind with no regrets - that is both so simple and so powerful, and that says, loud as metal clanging against the floor, I love him. He's worth giving up this and more.

[heylittleriotact]

🍝 WIP FWEDNESDAY 🔥

Thank you for the tag @marlowethebard! I've been quiet and slow to respond and not really doing much lately on account of a new medication that I'm taking short-term that makes me feel like absolute dog-shit. This chapter of i heard people are dying to get in here is an important one, and I really want to do it the justice it deserves, so I'm taking as much time with it as I feel is right.

So for now, have some comfort food:

He arrived at her apartment at half past seven that evening, bearing neither condoms nor convenience store wine, nor a houseplant, nor any other gifts - as promised. He brought only himself and every scrap of documentation he possessed regarding the Legacy Integrated Cybernetic Host program, coupled with the principled determination that full disclosure was entirely warranted… along with education: should Rook be open to it.

When she’d texted him earlier to say thank you for the flowers and that she was ready to talk, she had taken him by surprise - as she so often did.

He had expected days of agonizing silence and waiting: sleepless nights spent tossing and turning in an empty bed, cursing the slow drag of night as his mind fabricated increasingly cruel outcomes that all resulted in that dreaded other shoe dropping and Rook walking out of his life forever.

But there she was, appearing on the stairs within his line of sight like a heavenly vision from the Maker. She wasn’t beaming as she descended to let him inside as she so often was, but the mere sight of her stole the air from his lungs regardless, and his hands immediately went clammy as his stomach roiled on itself.

“Darling…” he breathed, rushing inside the door as soon as she pushed it open and shifting his laptop bag out of the way to enfold her in an embrace that felt so much like home it made his heart hurt.

He couldn’t live without this. Couldn’t live without the warmth of her against him and the weight of her in his arms.

“I’m still pissed off at you,” she murmured into the shoulder of his coat, though she did not pull away: her frame was not tense, and her own arms tightening around him, hands splaying over his back. “Really pissed off.”

“You have every right to be.” He buried his nose in her perfect hair, never wanting to let go.

Pissed off - of course. But he’d come to know Rook well, and she was a creature of multitudes: joys and fears and sorrows, veiled in a thick shell of recalcitrance and barbed words. ‘Pissed off’ was only the surface — underneath that, Rook was deeply, deeply hurt, and she didn’t deserve that.

“We should go up,” she parted from him and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve, then scratched the side of her neck. “I’m making dinner. You hungry?”

Emmrich hadn’t eaten all day: his appetite was historically the first thing to go in times of stress and strife.

“I am.” He said softly, holding the vestibule door open for Rook and she passed under his arm. “Thank you, Rook.”

“Can’t have you starving — even if you deserve it.”

There they were. The casually delivered cruelties, aimed and loosed with the accuracy of a professional marksman.

He would weather her slings and arrows all night and into the next morning if it meant he could get through to her, bloodied and bruised, but ultimately vindicated in her eyes…

They didn’t speak any more as they ascended the four flights of stairs, and when he stepped over the threshold into her familiar apartment, the unmistakable scent of sautéing onions and garlic filled his nose comfortingly.

Rook locked the door and padded into the kitchen, ducky slippers muting her footfalls. He watched her from the corner of his eye as he hung up his coat: she stirred the pan of simmering veggies on the stove next to a large pot of water that was just reaching a boil, then reached into the cupboard above the counter for a bag of dry pasta.

She cut the corner off the bag and poured a massive quantity of what looked to be rotini into the boiling water — almost two thirds of the bag — before rolling up the rest and putting it back in the cupboard.

“Rook,” he began. “I’m terribly sorry about this morning—”

“Dinner first,” she declared flatly. “Explanations after. I haven’t eaten today. Make yourself useful and grab the cheese grater, will you?”

Ignoring the temptation to ask Rook why she hadn't eaten, knowing fully that it was due to the same reasons he hadn't, Emmrich sighed and slipped past his beloved at the stove, reaching up into one of the higher shelves for the cheese grater she'd requested as she continued to prod at the simmering pan of onions, garlic, and what appeared to be diced tomatoes and green bell pepper: the savoury aroma made his mouth water, punctuating the fact that it had been over twenty-four hours since he’d had a proper meal.

“What are we making?” He ventured — a stilted, awkward attempt to do away with the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air, thicker than the fragrant sizzle of the contents in the pan.

“I’m making my favourite comfort meal,” she said, setting the wooden spoon down in the frying pan and opening the fridge, resurfacing with an unopened brick of cheddar, which she pushed into his hand. “You’re grating the cheese.”

“How much?”

“All of it.”

Emmrich looked down at the sizeable orange chunk of cheese that was bigger than his hand. “All of it?”

“Did I stutter? What part of ‘comfort food’ are you missing? We need all the fucking cheese.”

There it was… we.

Emmrich nodded and set the cheese next to the grater to wash his hands. He pulled a knife from the ragged block he’d been meaning to replace for some time, and pierced the vacuum sealed plastic with the tip of the blade, wriggling open a hole wide enough for him to tear the remainder away.

He glanced over at Rook’s drafting table and saw the flowers he’d had sent to her, intact, watered, and looking happy.

“My Dad used to make this when he was still around. He was busy: worked full-time on top of having to raise a kid on his own. Didn’t leave much time for complex, home-cooked meals at the end of the day when he got home from the office.” Rook had apparently tired of the sullen absence of conversation, though she continued staring at the stove, stirring the roiling pot of pasta and turning the heat down on the veggies. “It was too spicy for me when I was really little, so he’d tone it down just for me.” She reached up into the cupboard above the stove and withdrew a large container of cayenne pepper, and a pasta strainer. “But the garlic and cheese ratios remained the same, no matter what.”

Emmrich set a plate under the grater and began grating the cheese, listening to Rook talk about dinner.

“When I got older, he went back to making it his preferred level of spiciness, but that still wasn’t enough for me: I always wanted more. I wasn’t happy unless my mouth was burning and my nose was dripping. It was just so fucking good, you know?” She put the pasta spoon down and went back to stirring the veggies, which were becoming soft and translucent, simmering pleasantly in the liquid from the tomatoes. “First time I made it for myself after he died, I put so much cayenne in it that it was practically red. Drank almost a litre of milk and still hardly made it through a bowl of the stuff. I was crying and sneezing and sweating — snot was everywhere.” She paused and glanced over her shoulder towards him. “Not sure if it was due to the sheer amount of cayenne pepper, or the weight of the realization that my Dad would never make it for me again, but after my nose stopped running and my eyes stopped burning and watering, I felt… different. Like I was going to be okay, even though he wasn’t around anymore: I’d just have to be a bit more careful with the spice next time. Now whenever I make this for myself, that’s how I feel: like it’s all going to be okay.”

Despite being utterly taken by the history of Rook’s favourite comfort food - and her inclination to share it with him - Emmrich still couldn’t help feeling rotten about the fact that she was in such dire need of comforting to begin with.

Was he even worthy of sharing such meaningful fare with her? Perhaps the deep heat of the capsaicin would serve as his penance, while she rose from the ashes of the meal like a phoenix and he sobbed into his plate like a child. 

He was almost of the mind to rub a handful of the fine red powder into his eyes just to prove his sincerity. She’d call him a dumbass and run cool water into his eyes at the sink, then drive them to urgent care and explain that her stupid boyfriend inhaled a face full of cayenne pepper because he hurt her feelings. Then she’d sit next to him in triage while they waited for a nurse to see them, and he’d feel her hand on his, and even though he was blinded, he’d know she was smiling that odd little smile of hers.

The intrusive fantasy was pushed away and he continued grating the cheese, the block in his hand shrinking with each pass over the rather dull edges that jutted out from the old bent grater.

“I love you, Rook.”

She sighed, poured herself a generous glass of wine, dragged her fingernails over a red patch of skin inside her wrist, and said. “I love you too, Emmrich.”

Tags: @emmg @aldisobey @pseudospaceship @preciouslittlebhaalbae aaaaand anyone who feels like it. Happy Friday <3

[meirimerens]

ipl's caption on the tweet showcasing the concept fits for p3 eva got me vindicated i'm giggling i didn't even need this i can extrapolate from text & metatext but gigglinggg PEOPLE WHO RECIPROCALLY DON'T LOVE EACH OTHER AS PEOPLE AND INSTEAD AS CONCEPTS OF WHAT THEY BELIEVE THE OTHER ACTS AS A MIRROR OF 💯 A MUSE AS SELF-REFERENCE AND DEHUMANIZATION 💯🔥 IDEALIZATION (in the most literal sense of the word: seeing the other not as a person but as an idea(l) [or the prolongation of an idea(l)]) AS THE BASIS OF A RELATIONSHIP FUNDAMENTALLY BASED IN FANTASY AND PROJECTED INTERPRETATION(S) 💯🔥😈

[leggerefiore]

Can i request something with Maxie, Archie, Lysandre and Cyrus? Like they had a nasty fight with their s/o but they (s/o) aren't feeling so well so they end up passing out? It can be during or after their fight.

Smth like angst to comfort

the base four....

cw: arguing, fainting, comfort

characters: Lysandre, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus

The argument had been an intense one. Harsh words were slung around by both sides as emotions ran quite high. The topic was one of contention – His plans. When you learnt of what your boyfriend was actually doing and the possible effects it could have, you naturally decided to confront him. Though, the timing was absolutely awful as the lingering exhaustion from a cold took over your body. As your boyfriend stood defensively, you tried to catch yourself on a table as your balance staggered. Your vision grew blurry before you finally collapsed. The last thing you could definitely make out was your name being called out and rushed footsteps.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Whatever shock had momentarily consumed Lysandre faded in an instant. He rushed over to catch you before you could sustain any damage from your collapse. Dramatically, he would admit he called your name a few times and tried to shake you awake. When that failed, he laid you out on the couch and debated his next moves. His frustration about your disagreements on his plans faded quickly. No matter what, the most beauty he could possibly find lied with you. A cool pack was pressed to your head as he made a quick call. You seemed well enough aside from a sudden fever and passing out. The fiery man could only sit at your side and stroke your hand. To think that the stress alone of what he was going to do caused this… He felt vindicated in his choice not to tell you. His hand stroked your cheek. He closed his eyes. For now, he would need to find a way to keep you at ease.

☕️ When you woke up, it was to the scent of coffee. Lysandre sat in a nearby lounge chair, silently drinking coffee and looking over something on a tablet. It was quickly put aside when he noticed that you had awoken. Momentary upset at the thought of the argument continuing was quashed when he knelt down and gently comb his fingers through your hair, giving a gentle apology. You let out a shaky breath, the stress fading from you. It had been a lot, and you knew it was far from over with how impassioned Lysandre could be. Yet, you knew working yourself up was a terrible idea, and the gentleness he exuded was enough to let you forget for just a moment. Later, you would probably find yourself at ends with him, but not for right now. It was much better spent letting him offer you anything you could ever possibly want to earn your forgiveness.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He managed to cushion your head before you hit the ground. Maxie felt panic rush through him, his collected demeanour falling away to reveal his evident distress. Your body felt warm – far too warm. He got you to the couch and immediately brought a cool cloth to your forehead. His upset about your inability to understand his plans were gone. They could wait – Everything could wait. You were his priority.  His glasses fogged up from how heavily he was breathing and how flustered he had become. As right as he might have felt about his goals, you being in such a state about it finally hit him. You were upset enough to pass out. He swallowed. There could be a discussion – something to either help you understand or give you peace of mind. He held your hand tightly as you remained unconscious.

🪨 When you finally awoke, bleary and exhausted, you smelled the scent of something pleasant. Raising up carefully, a cool cloth fell down from your forehead. Footsteps rushed to your side as you turned up to see your boyfriend gazing at you with worried eyes. Memories of the fight flooded into your head, but before you could say anything about it, arms wrapped around you. A proper apology left Maxie's lips as you sat in momentary shock. Hugging him back, you supposed the topic was not crucial right now. Instead, you prepared yourself to be interrogated about your health. Whatever harshness you felt about his plans did not apply to his person – No, you knew you loved Maxie, which is why you had become so overwhelmed. But, when he promised to speak with cordially about it later, you felt relieved.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie scrambled to catch you as you fell, his body moving without any hesitation. The Aqua Leader was in shock that you suddenly fainted. Unadulterated Panic rushed through his veins as he carried you to lay on the couch. He moved through quick first aid to make sure you were all right before determining that it was apparently nothing serious. You were running a fever, though. He put a damp cloth on your forehead and sighed. The initial adrenaline wore off, and he let himself sit down. Were his plans that important? He knew they were – He desperately wanted to understand and stop viewing him as unreasonable. But… If it had you that upset, Archie could only wonder. He did not want you getting like this. Seeing you faint snapped him from whatever trance he was in. You two needed a proper talk, not some petty argument full of insults. He already felt awful for what he had said. His hand stroked through your hair. Shame flooded his system.

💧 When you woke up, you found yourself under a blanket in the late evening. Eyes going to the window, you spied Archie hanging outside, watching the waves. You felt distressed suddenly – Both from the argument and from fainting. Before you could fret foo much, Archie noticed you were awake and headed back inside. A crushing hug was the first thing on his agenda when he saw you. A sweet yet simple apology left him. You let yourself fall into the affection, the scent of the ocean wafting from the pirate. For now, you supposed, the argument did not matter. It could be a later thing. Especially when he cupped your face so sweetly. Archie was a reasonable, caring man. You knew he would never do anything with active maliciousness. For now, you would just enjoy the moment.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Cyrus caught you, his panic springing him into action before he could even process it. His eyes were wide as he felt your body overcome with heat. A fever. Whatever his frustrations were towards your opinion on his plans faded. He brought you to the couch and quickly pressed a damp, cool cloth to your forehead. His breaths were shaky as he watched you lay. Your pulse was checked, and he listened to your breathing to confirm that you were alive. Even after his phone lit up with updates about work – him having come home in the middle of an important task – he ignored it. Nothing mattered. He felt oddly empty. His vile words about you being too foolish to understand and that his plans are truly the only option for this world. Seeing you faint… It felt harder for his thoughts to remain focused. His hand held yours as you laid unconscious.

☄️ When you awoke, you found Cyrus asleep at your side. His head lay on your side, arms crossed under him to support his weight. The sweet scene was interrupted by memories of your fight. You were not backing down from your options, but… The threats of leaving him felt impossible to follow up on. Whatever was going on with the blue-haired man, he needed help, not rejection. Your hand combing through his hair startled him awake, tired blue eyes piercing through you. A sigh left him when he saw you. No words were spoken, but it was clear that the fight was to be put off to the side for now.

[liberalk1tsch]

Countdown to Sunrise on the Reaping (SotR) book release.

What's the burning questions about Haymitch you hope is answered in this book?

What are your predictions about Katniss' family or ancestry in SotR?

Were you shocked about Haymitch's life story in the chapter preview that's been released?

Any other thought about SotR?

Thank you 🔥

@curiousnonny

agh! sorry for the late response i was at a funeral last week and have been catching up w uni and reading sotr🫣

i’ve already finished lol but i’ll answer my thoughts from before i started as well as a bit from what i think now after reading!

my main areas of interest/questions were learning ab what haymitch did that was so bad that snow went after everyone he loved, seeing as i never really thought his use of the forcefield was rebellious enough to prompt such an extreme retaliation. and i wanted to know ab his girl bc im a sucker for love hehe

ever since tbosas, i always had a feeling katniss had covey heritage. it seemed incredibly obvious given nobody else in 12 was described as being particularly musical and the fact her dad passed down songs like the hanging tree to her, not to mention the legendary singing voice. i mean they’re from a particular ethnic area in a small town too — the odds of them not being at least distantly covey were astronomically low. twas very vindicating to find out ab burdock hahaha

i’m really glad the focus stayed on haymitch! i liked the involvement of burdock and the nods to asterid and otho but i think too much narration of katniss’ or peeta’s family would be fan service, so i’m glad it was written the way it was.

[1242pm]

Wax artist the first hunter to get a 4k in COA! 🔥🔥 As one of the 3 people that like him, I feel so vindicated rn 😈

[novaursa]

What would've happened if Roberts rebellion was a complete and utter failure?

If Robert’s Rebellion had failed completely—as in, Robert dead, Ned executed, the rebellion crushed—Westeros becomes a paranoid, blood-soaked prison under the total domination of House Targaryen, specifically King Aerys II at his most unhinged.

🔥 Aerys goes full tyrant

The rebellion would confirm every delusion and fear he had. He already didn’t trust the lords, and now he’s vindicated. He starts executing anyone remotely connected to the rebels—lords, bannermen, their families, their dogs. The purges would make Maegor look subtle. King’s Landing becomes a city of whispers and executions.

🔥 Tywin either bends the knee or dies

If Tywin stayed neutral as he did historically, Aerys might not forgive it this time. He could order the destruction of House Lannister or demand hostages. If Tywin tries to act after the rebellion fails, Aerys burns Casterly Rock to the ground—literally. With wildfire.

🔥 Elia and her children become royal leverage

With Rhaegar likely still alive (or if dead, martyred), Elia becomes queen mother, and her son Aegon is the new heir. The Martells have their claws around the Iron Throne. Dorne rises in political influence. Meanwhile, Lyanna Stark is either dead from childbirth or imprisoned, and her child—if born—is either hidden or incinerated.

🔥 The North is punished severely

House Stark is obliterated. Ned, Robert, and Jon Arryn are executed. The North gets handed over to some pliable house or even split apart. Winterfell might be razed as a message. The North becomes another kingdom under siege from within.

🔥 Westeros never recovers

No rebellion means no reform. Aerys continues to sit on the throne, the Faith becomes even more powerless, and the realm simmers under a layer of fear and tyranny. And if Rhaegar ever inherits? He rules a broken kingdom soaked in his father's madness.

And the cherry on top?

The White Walkers still come.

But this time, there’s no Jon Snow. No Night’s Watch with loyalty. No united realm. No prophecy. Just a realm already rotting, ripe for the cold to sweep in and finish what fire started.

[shesasurvivor]

Countdown to Sunrise on the Reaping (SotR) book release 🔥

What's the burning questions about Haymitch you hope is answered in this book?

What are your predictions about Katniss' family or ancestry in SotR?

Were you shocked about Haymitch's life story in the chapter preview that's been released?

Any other thought about SotR?

Thank you.

@curiousnonny

Thank you so much for including me in this! 🥹 I really want to be here getting hyped for the new book so badly, but I’ve been so busy that it’s hard. ;-;

I don’t know if I have any truly burning questions about Haymitch’s. The one question I had had already been answered by the preview: what his girl’s name was. And that was primarily because there used to be. (Maybe still is? Can someone confirm?) a fan theory that Maysilee was his girl. Feeling kind of vindicated in my belief that he was always referring to someone else. Beyond that, I’m just excited to have the mystery of Haymitch’s story to be revealed at last. Suzanne Collins gave us limited information in the original trilogy, but what she did provide hinted at a whole lot more. And I have full faith that she’s going to nail it.

I’ve always believed, ever since TBOSBAS came out, that Katniss was somehow related to the Covey. It just makes too much sense. My suspicion though is that her connection to that part of her family has been somewhat cutoff by the time she’s born. Otherwise, why wouldn’t she have acknowledged in the first book that the only other District 12 winner was one of her relatives? I realize that SC came up with the concept well after the book was finished, but there still needs to be an in-universe for it.

I’m also excited because I also think there’s a good chance we could see the love triangle play out between Katniss’s parents and Mr. Mellark. I’ve always calculated that this was probably happening around the same time that Haymitch won his Games, along with the ensuing fallout, so I can’t imagine we won’t get at least a hint of it. Maybe we will even learn their first names. 😉

What shocked me the most from the preview was the reveal that Haymitch’s birthday is on Reaping Day! OUCH. No wonder he showed up drunk to the reaping in the first book! I loved his voice though, and what we learned about his world and I can’t wait to see more of it.

I think this book has a LOT of potential to reveal some big information on-universe, and I cannot state enough how excited I am for that! It’ll probably connect TBOSBAS quite a bit to the original series, which should be nice. As the author of one of the very first BOSBAS-based fics (I seriously must have posted within a couple days of the book’s release), that’s of particular interest for me, lol.

Outside of the universe, I’m also VERY happy cited about the promised focus on propaganda. Something tells me Suzanne was inspired to write this books based off of what’s happened in the world in the last 10 or so years, and there is a lot to say about the subject. She’s always so honest and real about this kind of thing, and I can’t wait to see what she has to say.

[hotcat37]

Prompt 4 for käsh promise i'll be kind AU 🔥🔥🔥

4: "Stay. Please, stay."

CW for light gore!!

Blood is rushing through Jere's ears. It's an uncomfortably loud noise. Impossible to ignore. He wishes he could reach inside his own head and turn it off. He longs for silence. But as Jere takes a step closer towards the light, yet another noise emerges from within the shed. Even louder than the blood in Jere's ears.

Crying.

The sobs are hoarse and pained, sounding closer to coughing than to crying. Jere already knows what he'll find if he turns around. Knows he shouldn't. But he can't help himself. He turns his head to stare right into eerily pale blue eyes.

Tommy is lying on the floor like a puppet with cut off strings. Jere broke his leg earlier and now the Estonian is trying to find a crawling position that doesn't cause the bone to pierce further through his flesh. His exhausted eyes struggle to even produce tears, only thin tear tracks visible on Tommy's face. Nausea swirls in Jere's empty gut at the sight of the other man in this position.

It should feel vindicating but Jere only feels sick.

"Jere....." Tommy sobs out, pleading, begging for the younger man's attention. "Jere, please.....don't go."

Jere's eyes fleet towards the open doorway. Towards the sunlight. These past days have aged him 40 years. He feels bone aching exhaustion settle in his weak body.

"Stay.....please." The injured man tries again when Jere doesn't respond. His voice cracks as he chokes out more pleas. "Jere, please j-just.....stay."

Jere stares blankly at the man he absolutely adored not so long ago. Tommy looks so.....pathetic like this. Jere doesn't recognize him anymore. Not as the sweet, funny Tommy he fell for. And not even as the sadistic and obsessed Tommy he's grown used to while in captivity.

He's more like a sick animal now. Begging for Jere to save him. But Tommy was a bad dog. He bit too much. The merciful thing for Jere would be to put him down.

"Fuck you, Tommy."

[loulits]

🌿 Welcome to My Little Lair! 🌿

Hey there! I’m Loulits 🦊 (or just Lou if you prefer!)—an aspiring writer, professional overthinker, and full-time gremlin with way too many ideas and not enough courage or self-discipline to finish them. (Let’s blame ADHD for this one.)

So here I am, thriving in the chaos of fanfiction instead! 💌📖

Feel free to read on—this is more about me as a writer and person, what I’m into, etc. See below!👇

🦊 Fandoms & Hyperfixations Right now, I’m deep in the chaos of Bungo Stray Dogs, specifically SKK. But oh boy, there's a whole list of fandoms I’m passionate about—currently on the backburner, but I'm still happy to ramble about them anytime!

🔮 Interests & Hobbies I’m into pretty much everything that gets my brain tinkering. Aside from the above hyperfixations, Hetalia was my first true fandom (showing my age here), and I love all things supernatural (Big SPN fan 🚗💨🔥). Mythology has a hold on me right now (Epic the Musical and Hades are currently plaguing my brain). When I’m not nerding out over that, I have a special interest in neurodiversity—why people do what they do—and I enjoy playing video games, seeing musicals, a good group sesh at bottomless brunch, reading, D&D, and listening to music way too loud (you know, when I’m not being an “adult” and doing adult things like working).

💀 Writing Style & Themes I thrive on angst, fluff, and characters who make questionable life choices. Anything that pushes the feels to the max, good or bad. I love exploring emotional complexities and struggles. Expect emotional damage, tangled relationships, and an abundance of subtext. If you're into exploring the darker sides of feelings, you're in the right place. 💔✨

📚 Neurospicy Vibes Currently rocking the ADHD-late diagnosis™ life, but I’m also pretty sure there’s some ASD/dyslexia lurking in the mix. It’s one of those things where you finally get diagnosed and suddenly everything makes way more sense—you get closure, you feel vindicated—but then you start piecing everything else together, and uh… it’s a lot. But hey, as an adult woman, I’m just supposed to “cope” because you’re fine—ha, sure. Anyway, my brain thrives on a delicate balance of structure, spontaneity, and, honestly, without spell check, all my writing would be illegible. 💀

💌 Writing Woes & Progress Progress is progress—no matter how small. I’m currently fighting executive dysfunction but doing my best to finish what I start. Expect bursts of inspiration, distracted ramblings, and far too many WIPs. 📖 This blog is my cozy corner for holding myself accountable, screaming about writing, obsessing over fictional men, and—occasionally—finishing a WIP instead of just daydreaming about it.

📝 Let’s Chat & Connect! Feel free to scream about your favorite fandoms, drop an ask, or share your own writing struggles with me. I’m all about community and support, so let’s make this space cozy and fun. 🦊💬

P.S. Please be patient with me 😭💕 I have the emotional stability of a half-written draft. 📝💀 but stick around for chaos, angst, and some well-placed subtext. 💫

[gravity-what]

GASP! Could it really be? The lost season 4 of Xiaolin Showdown is finally being released to the public! OH I am SEATED 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

Kicking off the season with another 🤝👫team-building exercise👥🧑‍🤝‍🧑 from Master Fung, how classic! A lot of those in the show itself, so the opening slots right into the roster! Feels so real!

The different is that this time it's a team-building exercise that's meant to emphasize the team that's no longer composed of equals, since one of them is apparently their better and their superior now... Shaking up the team dynamic after all that talk about them working together as one by promoting one to manage the others, I can see why it's already going to Raimundo's head and he's trying to pull rank. He was sort of doing that already in season 3 before it was even official, so now that it's official, that 🤴"as your leader"🤴 talk is so so him, LOL... Mixing pulling rank in with one of the kids' usual bouts and adding Kimiko's hair-trigger temper into the mix too! 😡 And Master Fung comes in just in time to break up the fight and use it to segue into today's lesson! I can only imagine how many rewatches you've have of the series because that whole set up in the opening plays out exactly like it does in the episodes itself! That's so cool!

And I didn't expect a cameo from Megan again after all this time! 👧🎀 She's still the cutest! And the age-typical brattiness makes her even cuter! And Jack is cute looking after her! The Spicer cousins are being so cuuuute! 🎀🍥 And Megan even gets a part in the showdown a little like Dojo does sometimes! The powers that be gave Megan a better role than they usually give Dojo though.

I never even imagined that mochi-making could be a showdown challenge! 🔨🐇 Kimiko had some ANGER put behind those blows! Cute having her bring in something from her culture for the playing field today too! That's how you stack the odds! And it finally gave Kimiko a chance to show her expertise and show a situation where she gets to take charge and has the knowledge they need. Even in season 3's own Kimiko episode, they made her sit out the solution solving so Raimundo could have an A-HA! moment and tell her how to fix her mistake for her and that was so frustrating. This feels like it really fixed that!

Raimundo learned his lesson, Kimiko has been vindicated, Jack has been defeated, lunch has been caught and cooked, Megan had her fun time, all's well that end's well-- OH NO OMI?!

🥺😢 Poor Omi, I totally forgot he doesn't even eat meat! And so did the other monks! 😭😭😭😭😭 OMIII! At least Dojo is looking out for him. Best dragon right there, true MVP of the episode 🐉🔥🐉🔥

‘Championship Strikes’ feels like it's supposed to be a reference to something.... But I don't know a lot about video game franchises. (I don't even know what Goo Zombies is supposed to be a parody of in the show even though I'm sure it's probably something) 🎮🕹️👾 Can I ask what Championship Strikes is riffing off of? What kind of game is it? Is it sport stuff?

Those are super cute outfits for Kimiko and Megan in the title card! Their braids and hats and ribbons are super duper cute! Megan looks like a little adventurer and Kimiko is rocking that sporty look! Boys in the back all being kinda huffy or sad, meanwhile right up front are my GIRLIES! 👗👢👒🎀👚👟

If this episode was on a streaming service I could rate it 5/5 stars like it deserves, so here you go: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I’m so honored by this review 😭! I did my best to emulate an actual episode when I wrote this so I’m really glad that I succeeded!!

Honestly it was so much fun to bring Megan back! It felt like a good low-stakes episode to bring her back~ it was also fun to let her judge the showdown! Poor Jack though, he didn’t manage to win even with his cousin deciding the outcome.

The motchi making showdown came from me getting able to participate in a motchi making class allll the way back in February and going ‘this would make a really fun showdown!’ And it just fit so perfectly into this episode~ letting Kimiko show off while at the same time getting a chance to terrify Raimundo and teach him a lesson really was so much fun to write!

And Omi….oh Omi. He isn’t doing too hot after everything that happened in the other universe and in the hypothetical future he saw with Jack and now his needs are being forgotten too…At least he has Dojo looking out for him. Always.

And the ‘ championship strikes’ game is just meant to be a reference to a soccer game like the FIFA games! So you were definitely right that it was a sports game!

Thank you again for the fun review! And I’m glad you liked the first ‘episode’!

[saints-who-never-existed]

35 & 44 for the ask game!

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

Oh, rural area, for sure!

I'd have to finally learn to drive first, I think, but oh my god, catch me living my best life in the most remote bothy in the Highlands any day of the week!

Better yet, catch me chilling with the gannets, the fulmars, and the Soay sheep out on St Kilda! That's my dream, right there!

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

Ooh, I got a really meaningful one at work the other day, actually!

There's a slight bit of backstory to it. I was (unfairly) passed over from a promotion last year. I've been angry about it since but have taken care to direct my ire towards my bosses and not the person who eventually got the job as they were in no way at fault.

Long story short, said person completely sang my praises the other day in the loveliest way! They spoke about how professional I'd been in the face of a difficult situation and how welcoming to them personally when they started. Said that they knew no one else who could've handled it all with such grace and that they admired my style of leadership in general.

I felt so vindicated! Both in that they agreed that I should've gotten the job in the first place, and that gritting my teeth and being the bigger person about it was ultimately the right decision at the time.

(Still going to go full scorched-earth bridge-burning mode with my bosses at the earliest opportunity, though!) 🔥

[barbatosgossipsection]

There's a semi-popular/notorious fanartist on another platform. I LOVED their art of Simeon. One of the best fanartists I've ever seen draw him. Literally when all is good, they depict Simeon perfectly.

But that unfortunately rarely happens because they are SOOOO self-righteous that it cancels out any and all joy I could get from seeing their Simeon art. It's an OM fanblog in name alone. The stuff that they REALLY get up to on that blog is genuinely so concerning.

Now, they're a "good person" as in they have solid morals that they "live by"... but they remind me of the sort of mentality that brought about the Salem witch trials--

A "good person" thinking they need to publicly vindicate someone that's apparently suspect, or else they're not actually a good person. They might end up burning at the stake next if they're not careful! 🔥🔥🔥 Them and their "friends" got anxious mob mentality fr fr.

Monthly, they'd call someone out with the "proof" that their "friend" got them and it's just the most vague screenshot(s) of a non-english speaker saying something in broken english and they're vaguely PO'd about some beef they have with someone. It would never count as decisive proof in any court of law, but that's all this person and co. needs to spin some sort of insanely twisted narrative!

Truly, if you follow their blog, you're there watching a reinactment of the Salem witch trials, some poor soul and their "friends" desperately trying to convince themselves that they're in the right about everything they're doing wrong.

I also tried to believe that their hearts were in the right place, just poorly POORLY executed. But I finally decided to block them when I I saw someone get dog piled by the "friends" for commenting some criticism EVEN THOUGH THE OP ASKED FOR THE CRITICISM! The person wasn't even rude about it, too. The literal projecting I saw them do there was the last straw of my patience. That blog is just too much of cesspool.

Why did the best Simeon fanartist I've ever seen have to turn out like that? 😩😩😩

Thanks for the vent space. Sorry it's kinda long. I hope that cult circle breaks up and gets all the therapy they need.

— Anon

[catwyk]

silt versing now heres my immediate thoughts

"rejoice! the authorities are on their way" love the blending of the mundane and divine i eat it up every single time

faulkner so silly messing up his scary evil sermon thank god for this sibling rane realness

"I, high prophet faulkner, chosen by the trawlerman- I-I was responsible for the return of the withermark? and the revelations at bellweathers you might have heard. that it was the linger straits but thats untrue thats all been debunked" hes so cringefail i love him

him talking about being unbound from his duty....... someone introduce him to atheism QUICK

i need to make alpha male podcaster faulkner fanart

THE OPENING CREDITS 😭😭 THEIR LAUGHS😭😭 IM GOING TO THROW UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THIS IS THE HAPPIEST WE'VE EVER SEEN FAULKNER

"he does not, in truth, care about the people who took him in and gave him a home" sending greve a mail bomb rq hold on

"he will die as he lived. alone" SENDING 5 MILLION MAIL BOMBS

b narr ripping out my heart. again

my god faulkner really will not let up on building his own mythology. he is so desperate to be somebody

🔥RANE LORE🔥

FAULKNER DAD AND BROTHER APPEARANCES EX FUCKING SCUSE ME?????????????

did they ever find out about charlie. who is we eddie. do they know about faulkner's insane life right now. how long has faulkner even been away at this point

stopppppp eddie calling faulkner richie is so cute 💔💔 jon naming faulkner richard just to avoid the three brothers having -ie names and it happening organically anyway

his dad calling faulkner charlie. oh.

the fucking serials faulkner and his dad are watching?? hello??? silly as hell

i was right when i said sibling rane's family came from the faith hell yes vindication

"its not blasphemy if the high prophet does it" eyebrow raise

faulkners desperation with these prayer marks is breaking my heart. theyre so not gonna work

not missing the parallels between faulkner and paige begging and threatening their gods for protection. very interesting

faulkner standing off against uncle just is the most intense scene ive experienced in so long

this heart to heart is KILLINGGGG ME. faulkner is just a little boy oh my god and his dad is only acting in his interest NOW when its too late..... someone hold me

"every god's a god of death. it's the only thing we need them for" COME BACK COME BACK COME BACK C

NO FAULKNER TRYING TO FOLLOW CHARLIE??????? this is NOT ok im gonna cry poor blorbo

dear lord this episode hurt me so badly. why are the voice actors so damn good. why are the characters so well written. i love them so much and i rlly like the direction faulkner is going in, i feel less like hes doomed to die by the trawlerman