#what if her true power is something different

[glowettee]

-`♡´- how to have the mindset of cher horowitz ✧˖

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cher horowitz isn’t just a character, she’s a lifestyle. effortlessly charming, stylishly intelligent, and always in control of her world. she moves through life with confidence, kindness (unless you cross her), and a touch of calculated oblivion. the secret? her mindset.

if you want to embody that breezy, effortlessly put-together energy, it’s not just about looking the part. it’s about thinking like cher. because let’s be real, a true it-girl never second-guesses herself.

cher has been an icon ever since clueless came, she has always had an optimistic outlook of life. she a rich girl but she's generous, and kind, and she knows when and how to stand up for herself. in my personal journey, i have been working on different traits i want to adapt and cher horowitz has so many that i added to my list. this post is how you embody the mindset of cher, and how you can adapt it to your personality and mentality <33 - mindy ✦

💡 how to adapt cher horowitz energy into your mindset 𐙚˙⋆ :

❥ be delusionally confident. cher never asks if she’s the best, she just knows she is. move through life like you deserve the best, because you do. repeat after me: i am the moment.

❥ use intelligence to your advantage. sure, she says “i totally paused” while failing her driving test, but cher is smart. she knows how to use her charm, persuasion, and quick thinking to get what she wants (case in point: her debate speech on why people should “totally stockpile” their extra outfits). so, never play dumb. strategically play smart.

❥ never let them see you sweat. cher faces challenges with an effortless, slightly confused grace. failed test? she negotiates extra credit. unexpected problem? she improvises. the key? never panic. act like you always have a backup plan, even if you don’t.

❥ romanticize your daily routine. cher wakes up to a computer-generated outfit planner, applies lip gloss while serving life advice, and makes even gym class look like a fashion show. take notes. elevate your morning routine. sip matcha from a pretty cup. study in an aesthetic setting. make every little habit feel high-end.

❥ charm is your superpower. being persuasive isn’t about manipulation. it’s about knowing how to talk to people. smile, compliment, and read the room. if cher can talk her way into better grades and out of parking tickets, you can talk your way into anything.

❥ know your worth & don’t settle. cher refuses to entertain anything below her standards. even if it’s fashion, friendships, or love interests. adopt this mindset. stop chasing people who don’t put in effort. stop accepting things that aren’t exactly what you want. you are the prize.

❥ have a signature aesthetic. cher’s vibe? preppy coquette meets california princess. your vibe? whatever makes you feel like her. curate your wardrobe, your playlist, your notes app, your everything. consistency is what makes an aesthetic powerful.

❥ turn every moment into a main character scene. cher doesn’t walk, she glides through life with effortless confidence. she twirls her pen in class, makes a simple “ugh, as if” iconic, and somehow always has a perfect comeback. embody this energy. make your life feel cinematic.

𐙚˙⋆ mindy’s personal tips to channel cher energy 💋

�� create a go-to power outfit. cher has iconic looks on standby, so should you. plan an outfit that instantly makes you feel confident & put together. bonus points if it’s preppy chic.

✦ practice the “cher voice.” slow down your speech, add a touch of playfulness, and speak with certainty. even if you’re saying something ridiculous, say it like it’s groundbreaking.

✦ walk with an effortless, floaty confidence. stand tall, relax your shoulders, and glide, not rush. confidence is in the pace.

✦ set high standards--then raise them. cher never settles, and neither should you. it doesn't matter if it’s skincare, study goals, or the people in your life, only accept the best.

✦ always have a backup plan. one of cher’s best qualities? adaptability. even if it’s an outfit disaster or a last-minute change of plans, never be caught off guard. keep a “just in case” solution for everything.

cher horowitz isn’t just a character. she’s an energy. she’s confident, effortlessly charming, and always in control of her world. if you start thinking like cher, you’ll start living like cher. and trust me, that’s a lifestyle worth having.

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𐙚˙⋆𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𐙚˙⋆:

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

The Witcher sensed the shift in the atmosphere and weather all at once, viper eyes alert and watching the surroundings... yet there seemed to be an effect on the crimson haired Sorceress as well. He looked out into the waters, saw the rippling in them... and saw the even worse effect happening to the crew, suddenly taking up a sharp variety of weapons... half of them moving towards the Sorceress and the other half towards him threateningly. Cultists after all... following the instructions of the Leviathan beneath the ship and sea... the mouthpiece for the slumbering, imprisoned Cthulhu. A Star-Spawn. He couldn't hear its voice or influence as the cultists and Sabrina likely did, not being influenced by enough close contact to the Great Old Ones' ancient books and artifacts, but he had the feeling he could translate the instructions the Cult of Cthulhu were following. Take the Sorceress prisoner and bring her to Darkwater Island and R'lyeh to help awaken Cthulhu, and kill the uninfluenced, meddling Witcher. He had been doing this long enough to be able to read the intents of others. If they actually thought they would accomplish either instruction, they had another thing coming to them, and he intended to show them what it was. Drawing his enchanted Meteorite Steel sword in a flash, he went on the offensive before the crew could fully surround and close in on him, slashing sword flashing, crossbow firing and Aard Signs blasting through their ranks.

Eskel could not afford to use bombs or fire on the ship at sea, the winds would only spread it... unnatural, sudden winds that were worsening, be it the Leviathan or Sabrina's magic, his medallion was going wild. One after another he met his attackers, spraying their blood all over the deck, painting it, their corpses falling, while Sabrina blasted her attackers off the ship altogether. They were chanting now, in an otherworldly language he knew of, even if he hadn't been stupid enough to fully learn it, preferring to let others who chose to actively study the Great Old Ones to translate it when he needed it done. The language of R'lyehian, the tongue of the Great Old Ones. He hurried up with his rapid agility, cutting them down and silencing their ominous chant. He tried an Axii Sign on the Captain, to get through to him, but no matter how much power he put into it, it made no difference. The whaler was already fully mentally possessed and controlled by a force and will vastly stronger than his Signs. He cut the cultist down instead cleanly, before running down to the ones Sabrina was fighting, cutting them down as well while they were disoriented by the turn in the weather and her magic. In time, the two of them killed every cultist crew member on the ship... yet as the redhead quickly pointed out, that left them in a precarious situation... with only his amateur sailing skills. He cursed under his breath, looking towards the helm of the ship, along with the Scylla's sails... before looking back at her again with a nod, deep, grim voice returning to her.

"You and Scorpion better hold on to something then, red. If that's what I think it is beneath us. Knew this damn boat was too good to be true. I'll focus on getting us to Darkwater Island... you focus on keeping that thing in the water off us. Maybe putting more wind in the sails to get us there faster as well."

On that note, the Witcher turned on the deck of the Scylla, sheathing his bloody sword rapidly and ran to the helm the Captain had been standing at earlier. Avoiding all the blood and corpses he could, the deck slippery with the rain water, sea water, and blood alike. Reaching the helm, the spinning wheel of the ship, he grabbed either side of it and redirected it, turning it the other direction to straighten out the boat and put it back on to its original course. By now, in the far distance, he saw a speck that could have been Darkwater Island... of course they had to make it there in one piece, first. Preferably not floating on three separate pieces of wood for him, Sabrina and Scorpion. If need be, they just needed to get close enough for the Sorceress to glimpse the shores, and she would be able to teleport them there. Even with that in mind, it was still too far away for comfort. He looked to the ship's sails, rippling in the wind and worsening weather, the rain now pouring in buckets around them, waves crashing against the sides of the ship. Something more than waves, unless he was mistaken... the image of tendrils coming to mind, moving up towards the bottom of the boat from beneath the ocean. Now more than ever, he prayed aloud, muttering under his breath... to the only deity he could think of that might cover the domain of water and be listening to him. He needed all the help he could get, with destiny turning against him once more.

"Lady of the Lake, give me strength... oceans aren't precisely your domain, but I could use an exception... gonna need it. This isn't the Eastern Coast and I ain't some kind of pirate Witcher... sailing is not me. Never too old to learn something the hard way... I suppose."

@fallesto

Sabrina remained leaning over the railing, as she felt sick, not from the rocking of the ship, she had long ago grown used to that from her younger days on ships crossing the sea for meetings with the king, but rather from the weight of the task ahead.

The sea spray stung her eyes and she blinked rapidly, trying to keep them clear as she searched the dark water below. Something about the way the waves rolled, something in the way the ship groaned in the storm, it all felt... wrong. Like the ship itself was a living creature and it was in pain. She had felt the presence of the Old Ones before, their eldritch whispers, but it had been faint, distant, like a dream at the edge of her mind.

 Now, though, it was as if the sea was their mouthpiece, speaking to her directly, urging her to abandon her quest. She took a deep breath and stood straight, pushing her wet hair out of her face. She had to be strong. For her, for Eskel, for the world. The thought of failing was not an option she could afford to entertain.

Then, she heard it—the soft metallic slide of steel being drawn from leather sheaths. The crew was moving, and not to perform their duties.

She turned her head slightly, not looking directly at them, but her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of the impending attack. The rain made it difficult, obscuring her vision, but she trusted her instincts. They had been honed over years of dealing with monsters and men who wished her harm.

The tension grew, thick and palpable, like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury. The crew had drawn their blades, ready to strike, but she wasn't going to make it easy for them.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a fierce gust of wind, sending the first sailor staggering backward over the railing and into the frothy embrace of the sea.

His screams were cut short by the hungry waves, and the suddenness of the assault took the rest of the crew by surprise. Chaos erupted on the deck as the wind grew stronger, whipping their clothes and tossing them about like rag dolls.

“Your going to have to sail for us Eskel, I am not wishing to perish in the middle of nowhere!”

[andy-15-07]

You would do Pedro Pascal x Latin singer f!Reader but specifically Brazilian, but she is very famous worldwide and Pedro is a fan of hers, Pedro is invited to participate in her new videoclip about Latinos, then they get to know each other better and date.

Latino Heat

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 875| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Pedro Pascal had always been a fan of Y/N. Not just of her music—the infectious beats, the sultry, powerful vocals that made people dance no matter where they were—but of her presence. She was electric, larger than life, and yet so effortlessly down-to-earth in every interview he had seen of her. So when he got the invitation to be in her new music video, a project celebrating Latinos worldwide, he couldn’t say no.

He arrived on set in Rio de Janeiro, the warm Brazilian sun casting golden hues over everything. The set was alive with music, dancers in bright outfits moving to the beat, and the smell of fresh fruit and street food lingering in the air. It was intoxicating.

Then he saw her.

Y/N was standing near the monitors, laughing with one of the directors. She was stunning—long, wavy hair cascading down her back, her golden-brown skin glowing under the light. She wore a cropped top with vibrant colors, paired with a flowing skirt that danced with every movement she made.

As if sensing his gaze, she turned, and their eyes met. For a second, Pedro forgot where he was.

Then she smiled. "Pedro!"

God, that smile could bring a man to his knees.

He cleared his throat, walking toward her. "Y/N. It’s an honor. I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time."

She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I know. I saw that interview where you said you had a crush on me."

Pedro let out a deep chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Busted."

She grinned, reaching out to playfully touch his arm. "I thought it was sweet. And now here you are, about to be part of one of my music videos. Dreams do come true, huh?"

He smirked. "Guess I’m living proof."

The director called for everyone’s attention, explaining the next scene. The video was a celebration of Latin culture, showcasing different aspects of it through dance, music, and storytelling. Pedro’s role was simple—he was to be Y/N’s love interest, following her through the bustling streets of Rio, caught up in the passion and energy of the music.

The first take was electric.

Pedro wasn’t an experienced dancer, but Y/N guided him through it, her hands in his, their bodies moving in sync. The chemistry was undeniable—each glance, each touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. Between takes, they laughed, teasing each other.

"You’re not bad, Pascal," she teased after one particularly intense take where he had to spin her into his arms.

He raised a brow. "Not bad? That was my best work."

She laughed, leaning in just a little. "I might need another take to be sure."

By the time they wrapped filming, the sun had set, casting an orange glow over the city. Pedro found himself standing beside her on a balcony overlooking the ocean, the distant sound of samba music filling the air.

"So," she mused, sipping from her caipirinha. "Was it everything you imagined?"

Pedro turned to her, his gaze soft. "More."

She smiled, setting her drink down. "Good. Because I was hoping we could do this again. Maybe off-camera?"

His breath caught for a second before he grinned. "Are you asking me out, Y/N?"

She shrugged, playful as ever. "Depends. Are you saying yes?"

Pedro chuckled, stepping closer. "I’d be an idiot not to."

And just like that, it started—not just the music video, not just the flirtation, but something real, something that felt inevitable from the moment their eyes met.

Pedro had been a fan of hers for years. But now? Now he was hers.

The next few weeks flew by in a blur of secret meetings, stolen kisses, and late-night conversations under Rio’s starry skies. What had started as an undeniable spark on set had quickly grown into something deeper.

Pedro found himself drawn to Y/N in ways he hadn’t expected. She was fierce, passionate, and effortlessly kind. The way she laughed, the way she spoke about her music, about her culture—it captivated him. And somehow, despite her fame and the spotlight always on her, she made him feel like he was the only person in the world when she looked at him.

"Tell me something," Pedro asked one night as they lay on the beach, the waves lapping at the shore nearby. "Do you ever get tired of it? The fame, the pressure?"

She exhaled, turning to look at him. "Sometimes. But then I remember why I do it. Music is who I am, and if I can bring joy, if I can make people feel seen, then it’s worth it."

He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You’re incredible, you know that?"

She smiled, a little softer this time. "I think you might be biased."

He smirked. "Maybe. But it’s still true."

She leaned in then, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I like you, Pedro. More than I expected to."

His heart stuttered for a second before he pulled her closer. "Good. Because I’m falling for you, Y/N."

Under the moonlit sky, with the distant hum of music and the ocean surrounding them, Pedro realized something—this wasn’t just a fleeting romance. It was the beginning of something real.

[nellasbookplanet]

While I think the execution could at times have been better I really enjoyed the imodna arc which, to me, was both verbalized and problematized with the 'maybe it’s our destiny to harness it'/'maybe it’s our destiny to fight it'/'together either way' exchange back during their first kiss. No moment better crystallized their likenesses, but also their differences. They were both lonely figures tempted by dark powers who found a kindred soul in the other but, crucially, their responses were polar opposites. Laudna, with her lack of self-worth and seeing herself as a dead end, was seeking comfort that Imogen wouldn’t judge or hate her when she inevitably gave in. Imogen, meanwhile, was seeking comfort that Laudna understood the temptation and likewise wouldn’t judge, but ultimately had no plans to give in to predathos. She saw the temptation for the self destruction that it was, and as she came to love Laudna she wanted to live. Laudna saw her own survival and happiness as an impossibility, and her love for Imogen became an excuse to embrace self destruction in the name of self sacrifice, not understanding that this harmed not only her but Imogen as well.

This dichotomy became more pronounced throughout, and was in the end something they had to face and grow out of. When it became clear Laudna was barely fighting back against Delilah anymore, endangering both herself and the party, Imogen all but broke up with her. She could not make Laudna see sense, but she could stop enabling her. She could show that, were Laudna to continue in this direction, Imogen would no longer follow. Still love, and never hate or judge, but not follow. Through this, Laudna was forced to see Imogen didn't want her self-sacrifice, but rather for her to allow herself to be a burden, to accept help to deal with Delilah. In the end, she chose not to die for Imogen, but to live for her, allowing herself the vulnerability of seeking happiness and self worth.

Later, Imogen asked if Laudna would be prepared to fight her if she was corrupted, showing she wouldn’t want Laudna to follow her if she ultimately gave in to temptation either. And Laudna does help fight her in the predathos fight, just like Imogen helped fight when Laudna was overtaken by Delilah in Aeor. But that fighting was also what helped them pull the other back out. If they had simply accepted that their loved one gave in to evil temptation for power, they truly would have lost each other. Only by challenging and demanding growth (admittedly mostly from Imogen towards Laudna) could they actually hold true to their promise to be together either way.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

How would you write Natalie?

Every season seems to reimagine Nathalie's character into something totally different, so there are a lot of options to pick from while staying true to canon. I think season three's Nathalie was probably her best look in terms of her role in the narrative, but I'd nix her season three motivation (love of Gabriel) and replace it with the retconned motivation from season five (love of Emilie).

This new version of Nathalie will clearly know everything and be happily helping right from day one. While you could have this be because of romantic love for Emilie, my preference is to keep things platonic. I do this for two reasons.

The first one is simplicity. If your focus is on the teens and not the villains, then you generally want to keep the villains straightforward and easy to understand because they're not going to get a ton of screen time. I'd only go some sort of love triangle or polyamorous setup if Gabriel and Nathalie are a big focus of the plot as that's not the sort of thing you can explain in a few lines. To this day, I'm confused by what canon was doing with Gabriel and Nathalie in season three. Gabriel's motivation is supposed to be his wife, but season three made it seem like he had romantic feelings for Nathalie. It was a really weird choice that undermined his character unless we're supposed to think Gabriel, Nathalie, and Emilie were some sort of triad.

The second reason is that I want canon to be a team show that equally values romantic love and platonic love on the hero side. If we go that route, then the villains should showcase the dark sides of both romantic and platonic love. Gabriel is our source of corrupted, selfish romantic love. Nathalie is our source of corrupted, selfish platonic love. I'd only keep her motivation romantic if you nix the team and keep canon focused on the love square.

The other change I'd make is focused on the peacock. I've already talked about the fact that the sentimonster power is broken as hell, so we're scrapping that. The peacock is getting a new power. What it is isn't actually all that important. What matters is what it means for Nathalie's role. The episode Felix established that Nathalie is a trained fighter, so instead of her sending out sentimonsters, Nathalie is now going into the field as another fighter. She's there to support the akumas and raise the stakes. The peacock will still be broken, so this is still something that doesn't happen right away. It's a mid-game stake raise done when Nathalie realizes that akumas aren't enough.

This is actually the reason I like to keep Kagami around. She's been established to practice multiple combat sports, so I'd give her something more than sword skills and have her be brought in to counter Nathalie and to teach the other heroes how to actually fight now that they're up against a trained fighter. I just love the idea of Kagami's genuine joy when she realizes that her fellow heroes are basically bulletproof and she can go full out on them. Ladynoir bonding over their mutual fear of their new brutal trainer is a fantastic way to build up their relationship. It's one of the may ways to build out the team without diluting their relationship.

This also gives Kagami a unique role in the team, something that is desperately needed. Every member of the team should be there for a reason, ideally one that goes beyond their powers. It even takes her bossiness and makes it a strength! Canon made her pushing Adrien around a purely negative trait added to show that she's not Adrien's True Love and I'm not a fan of that. Bossy girls get enough flack in the real world without supposed girl power shows adding to that nonsense. At the very least, Kagami's bossiness should be a strength and a weakness. It should not be a pure weakness that seems to magically go away when Felix shows up.

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do you have any other opinions about the voices? (like that one about which is the most useful)

Sure! I've spent a long time thinking about them, it's one of the most fascinating things about Slay the Princess in my opinion. What I like is finding out what's unique about them (aside from their personality).

Why is it that Smitten is the only one who can escape your body and manipulate the construct? Because ANYTHING is possible in the construct (so long as you believe it's possible), and love gives Smitten a hefty power boost whenever he needs one. But when you think about it, even if the others realized they could do that, they probably wouldn't attempt it. Only Smitten would think of sacrificing himself for you and the Princess' happiness, because in his mind, love justifies all the sacrifices. Smitten's power is a reflection of what he is: endlessly kind, but strongly misguided.

Why is it that Cheated is the only one who can teleport? Well, because he's so frustrated and impatient that his wish literally comes true, and boom, suddenly you're in the cabin. But it's funny how he doesn't connect the dots in a meaningful way. He never uses this power again because he's simply too blinded by his objective. He never takes a moment to breathe, stop and reevaluate. He drives you and everyone along for the ride, not taking the time to think about what happens when it's all over. His power is a reflection of his own shortcomings: it's a shortcut that doesn't take you anywhere.

Why is it that only Stubborn can revive you? Because all that matters to him is battle. Stubborn believes that he's fine, and so you can get up and keep fighting. As much as I find him annoying, Stubborn is a fascinating specimen. I believe many (if not all) of the voices have a tiny part of their mind that subconsciously remembers how much they love the Princess. And so, even those who follow the Narrator's orders end up twisting them in a way that voids the stated goal. Case in point, Stubborn doesn't want to beat the Princess. He wants to fight her, again and again, in an endless cycle of victory and defeat. He doesn't want to imagine a world without her.

The construct works on belief, and what the voices make of that belief reveals a lot about their strengths and weaknesses. In Chapter II - The Nightmare, Paranoid is stuck in his own head. He uses the power of belief to keep you alive, but only just barely, failing to realize that he's also the one killing you, simply by believing that the Princess is capable of that. But in other chapters, Paranoid is usually less scared. The Nightmare is essentially his origin story, but in others, his critical mind proves to be extremely useful. Out of all the voices, he's one of the closest to figure out the truth behind the construct. What he seeks is serenity, something that his own nature prevents him from ever obtaining, but it renders him able to conjure a gigantic sword to slice the Apotheosis in half. Or to gather enough willpower to hurl the Wraith into a bottomless pit. Not a bad trade.

Meanwhile, you have a very similar mind that produces very different results: Skeptic. On paper, Skeptic should have the exact same powers as Paranoid, for he too pokes at the edges of the construct, doubting everything he sees. But Skeptic is the wrong kind of mind for that. He's too pragmatic. If Paranoid is there to prompt him, then he can "wake up" temporarily and realize his own power (think of how he and Paranoid free themselves by cutting their chains in The Cage). But outside of that, he's just too limited. He gives the construct too much importance. His rationality would do wonders elsewhere, but his limited imagination binds him to a prison of his own making.

Hunted is certainly one of the more interesting cases. He believes that he's prey, but unlike Broken, he's capable of using his perceived weakness as a kind of power. "If I'm prey, then it means I have to be faster, more perceptive". His mistake is to limit himself to being prey. His advice allows you to avoid being swallowed by the Beast, yes, but you can never beat her. Hunted was able to make lemonade out of the lemons life threw at him, but he was never able to escape the lemonade factory.

Broken is extremely powerful, extremely emotional, but too busy wallowing in his own suffering to notice most of the time. His desire is to be subservient, and that rarely manifests cool superpowers. Still, the Fury's torture allows him to show one ability that he seems to possess in greater quantity than everyone else: empathy. Stubborn fails to endure, because he perceives the torture as a fight that he has to win. Broken considers that he has already lost, so why resist? But while he's there, he lends an ear to the Fury's own suffering, and sees himself mirrored in her.

And then, you have the voices that simply don't make use of the construct's unique properties: Cold and Opportunist. It's fascinating to me, how little Cold uses his own power. He's extremely confident after all. He's not afraid of death, he's not afraid of killing, he's not afraid of torture. He should be the most powerful one of all. But he's not, and that's because he doesn't care enough. Cold, at all times, is driven by vague curiosity, but not much else. Where Smitten, Stubborn and Paranoid derive immense power from their strong emotions, Cold fails because he has nothing to wish for.

Opportunist meanwhile, is the complete opposite. He desires too many things at once. He's willing to side with anyone, so long as he can be "on top", but has anyone taken the time to ponder what that means? Some have argued that Opportunist is at his core, very scared, and is merely seeking some form of stability. I'm inclined to agree, and I think that's why he fails. Opportunist is too self-centered, but also too indecisive. He wants to keep all his options open. He wants to kill the Witch, befriend the Witch, side with the Narrator, side with you... "No no, I promise I'm useful, don't get rid of me!" Except, your beliefs aren't really all that strong, when your allegiances can change at the drop of a hat, are they? And so Opportunist is excluded from the "cool superpowers club", because he's simply not focusing hard enough.

Contrarian is similar. He's motivated by spite, which as the Fury brutally shows, is not a very strong kind of motivation. All he wants is to not do as he's told. He's basically playing a big game, but he doesn't really know how to get serious. And yet, that can be a power on its own. Other voices sometimes take the situation way too seriously, but Contrarian is very efficient at resisting the Apotheosis because he really hates being told what to do.

The voices are so great because they're imperfect. Each of them has the potential to be a great ally in a dire situation, and a burden in another. If you were a little voice in Slay the Princess, what kind of power would you have?

[marzipanilla]

pff I've already forgotten tabs, friendships died with tabs, true friendship began with 'randomly remembered tidbit'

Forgot to mention this in the other convo- but Jasper has motivation and drive and an actual personality! I can see the smashy smash paralells w BB but BB literally has nothing else going on xD (and also a tangent off another thing bc I realized I forgot to say but a good post-beserker freak out IS great for a character lol)

Yeah Mark changing suits doesn't signify anything bc I don't feel like I know who he was! Plus, the suit change wasn't even his decision! it just. happens to him. like so many other things...

bc of watching JL show my brain was kinda gnawing at me to try and configure an Omni-Man + JL thing which I prolly wont do, but then it got me thinking about Nolan and Peter Parker (im aware they're different universes my comic knowledge isnt that bad lol) interacting and just the hilarity of Omni-Man deciding to absolutely FUCK w Spider-Man and like, help JJonah out- not just the JK Simmons connections for meta hilarity. just. most powerful man on planet deciding to fuck with this one particular guy. I'll get you pictures of spider-man : )

The 'They weren't promoted at work, turns out they were a supervillain' support group would be fucking amazing. What are the can't be called to testify against a spouse laws like in 'their spouse can turn into a pile of magma goo and kill everyone' world.

We kinda touched on it in the rogues gallery sidetrack- but fr, why couldn't we have more villains who fought against Omni-Man showing up??? did he just fucking kill all the people who ever went against him?? forget ppl coming after Mark bc screw your dad- what about people offering him a damn JOB bc wow that man sure did beat the shit out of me once, wait? he's evil?? any chance you're evil now too son ??? lol. that would be great. People not just being angry at Debbie but being TERRIFIED of her bc she was with the most powerful guy on the planet AND HE MIGHT COME BACK. you will tell him we were nice to you, future queen, right?? and her just having to be like I'M NOT A FUCKING SUPER VILLAIN !!

The fact Debbie refuses to move is so wild to me lol Give us a reason why that house is do goddamn important to her to justify why they don't want to design new backgrounds !! lol

Her just straight up starting to call him Mr Stedman bc FUCK if I am referring to you like a friend/colleague whatever the fuck. Her just full on NOT responding if he tries and calls her Debbie. She can't stop him but she can stop interacting like all his bs is normal. she can be a nuisance even if she can't be a threat.

I've thought but couldn't figure where to go with- the idea that she finds the GDA cameras instead of Nolan's bloody uniform when she was searching the house bc, wtf, are they using magi-tech nano cams or something?? she tore the house apart how did she not find anything!! I'm also super curious to know wtf the 'passive monitoring' looked like when that woman was about to jump off a bridge. would he have teleported down there if she was about to jump ??? an agent pop out of a car?? not do anything bc fuck it they were only watching the house??

I feel like their budget has def been squeezed SO tight. and it's just so sad. we'll always have S1, I guess.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[wegog]

You have no idea how much I need to see Himawari with Red Eyes and Fangs.

Give her a KCM! (Kurama Chakra Mode)

Let her be unhinged!

Hell yeah!

Himawari deserves her power up! She deserves to have an opportunity to defend her love ones!

[markerofthemidnight]

Currently lying in bed and coming to the slow, dreadful realisation that Wiggly x Miss Holloway is actually a really fascinating idea for a crackship.

I thought of this, so now you all have to think of it too.

[moe-broey]

Wwhy did I get hit w the infinite nightmare loop last night. Triandra girl are you mad at me 😢😥

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 24

"What is this place?" Manon asked Glennis as she found the crone polishing the handle of a gold-bound broom beside the fire. Two others lay on a cloak nearby. Menial work for the witch in charge of this camp.

"This is an ancient camp-one of the oldest we claim." Glennis's knobbed fingers flew over the broom handle. "Each of the seven Great Hearths has a fire here, as do many others." Indeed, there were far more than seven in the camp. "It was a gathering place for us after the war, and since then, it had become a place to usher in some of our younger witches to adulthood. It is a rite we've developed over the years—to send them into the deep wilds for a few weeks to hunt and survive with only their brooms and a knife. We remain here while they do so."

Manon asked quietly, "Do you know what our initiation rite is?"

Glennis's face tightened. "I do. We all do." Which hearth had the witch she'd killed at age sixteen belonged to?

"You're not a cold person."

He arched a brow. "Is that your professional opinion?"

Manon studied him. "You can descend to those levels when you are angry, when your friends are threatened. But you are not cold, not at heart. I've seen men who are, and you are not."

"Neither are you," he said a bit quietly.

The wrong thing to say.

Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. "I am one hundred seventeen years old," she said flatly. "I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don't convince yourself that the events of the past few months have erased that."

"Keep telling yourself that." He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her that baldly-relished that he now did, and kept his throat intact.

She snarled in his face. "You're a fool if you believe the fact that I am their queen wipes away the truth that I have killed scores of Crochans."

"That fact will always remain. It's how you make it count now that matters."

Make it count. Aelin had said as much back in those initial days after he'd been freed of the collar. He tried not to wonder whether the icy bite of Wyrdstone would soon clamp around his neck once more.

"I am not a softhearted Crochan. I will never be, even if I wear their crown of stars."

He'd heard the whispers about that crown amongst the Crochans this week-about whether it would be found at last. Rhiannon Crochan's crown of stars, stolen from her dying body by Baba Yellowlegs herself. Where it had gone after Aelin had killed the Matron, Dorian had not the faintest idea. If it had stayed with that strange carnival she'd traveled with, it could be anywhere. Could have been sold for quick coin.

Manon went on, "If that is what the Crochans expect me to become before they join in this war, then I will let them venture to Eyllwe tomorrow alone."

"Is it so bad, to care?" The gods knew he'd been struggling to do so himself.

"I don't know how to," she growled.

Ridiculous. An outright lie. Perhaps it was because of the high likelihood that he'd be collared again at Morath, perhaps it was because he was a king who'd left his kingdom in an enemy's grip, but Dorian found himself saying, "You do care. You know it, too. It's what makes you so damn scared of all this."

Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing.

"Caring doesn't make you weak," he offered.

"Then why don't you heed your own advice?"

"I care." His temper rose to meet hers. And he decided to hell with it-decided to let go of that leash he'd put on himself. Let go of that restraint. "I care about more than I should. I even care about you."

Another wrong thing to say.

Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. "Then you're a fool." She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.

I even care about you.

Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep, wedged between Asterin and Sorrel. Only hours remained until they were to move out—to head to Eyllwe and whatever force might be waiting to ally with the Crochans. And in need of help.

Caring doesn't make you weak.

The king was a fool. Little more than a boy.

What did he know of anything?

Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care?

She didn't know. Didn't want to know.

[the-physicality]

i do think, aside from mercury bias, if bg had been in all season she would have been all wnba, first or at least second. i think people undervalue her because of the rebounding but she is 1000% the worst officiated player in the league, on both sides of the court. so the fact that she's been able to have the performance that she had is incredible, and that she didn't get the acknowledgment really just underscores how much people take what she does for granted.

[katyspersonal]

Okay aside from ibuprofen, I have a serious question for when you feel better—

How do you think Rom felt after she ascended? Do you think she gained any sort of higher perspective that allowed her to see what the others she had left behind were doing and to look back on her own life? Could she see Micolash? Caryll? Willem? Yurie? What did she think of all their goals and ends…most of all…why was she hiding the rituals? To save the world from Mico’s horror or to help him hide his sins out of some lingering sense of care? Was she even think much at all? I wanna hear your thoughts!!

Well hmmm 🤔 First things first, I always felt like Willem urging the hunter to go in the lake was a signal from him to hunt Rom, which I think would be counter-productive if Byrgenwerth's goal was TO conceal that specific ritual! My interpretation is that Rom was a volunteer to conceal the horrors of the cosmos prior to what Micolash did; as far as Byrgenwerth and Willem were concerned, she was their special asset to gatekeep the Eldrich Truth from those who are not ready to handle it, as well as the one concealing Byrgenwerth ITSELF! Argh, this is a slightly long theory to recite, so I will just link it here: ( x ). Byrgenwerth we see in "reality" is only a very small building, and the rest of it (Lecture Hall) is between Nightmare and the waking world! The true univercity used to be accessed through the lake like a portal! .....really, please, just check the linked theory ;-;

So yeah, that's the gist of it! Rom knows that if 'unprepared' people witness a cosmic horror - nothing good will come out of it, and also chooses to protect Byrgenwerth. She cared for humanity in general and the evolution, just like other best Byrgenwerth scholars! So, protect humanity, but also ensure the research to improve it continues.

It was my recent idea that what happened with Byrgenwerth was a very similar effect to creation of Hunter's Dream - Rom having sort of a "pact" with Ebrietas instead! Now, yeah, whether she REALIZES what she's doing is a question that torments me to this day! @_@"

The best explanation for Willem's gesture I can give is that he is aware of Mensis Ritual and wants it stopped, realizing how damning it is for humanity! Damian, the one from School of Mensis himself works with us to break Rom's concealment, too... Like I said before, insanity for "strong ones" and beasthood for "weak ones" could never be stopped by any means as long as ritual is ongoing! The note in the Hunter's Dream for us is my best clue for this headcanon:

The night of our Hunter ends when Mergo is silenced (aka ritual is stopped), so this would be the 'source'. Rom's barrier mitigates the severity of the ritual's effects, but doesn't stop it. Her barrier is penetrable for those who are "ready" (you start to see things like Amygdalae even through her concealment if you have enough Insight), but Mensis Ritual is special in how it still bears effect on people in Yharnam whether they are aware of it or not. One could completely avoid blood and eyes both, but as long as ritual is ongoing, sooner or later they WILL give into either beasthood or madness.. That is not very acceptable, right?

My version of Yurie becomes aware of what is happening, together with Fauxsefka, but agrees to let it happen. She thinks that keeping the ritual but also concealing it could cause a positive effect on humans by making their conscious evolve sooner or later.. So, what if some people become beasts instead of elevated as the cost? Can't help everyone! Fauxsefka thinks she is a callous bitch for that and bails. Laurence, I think, would be really proud of the way she thinks, on the other hand.. Willem, like I said, doesn't seem to agree with something so drastic! (Sadly, the only way to stop the ritual would be to first unveil it, which.. not everyone could survive. Like ripping the bandage.) But Rom is... still up for questioning.

Prior the spider form, Rom did believe in making people smarter through "deception". She witnessed the 'cursed', 'forbidden' knowledge beyond 'Stars and Moon' early and knew that Choir people would not listen. And she did hide Micolash's true antics at Mensis, trusting him to figure things out in his own way. And to do things that no one else would have the courage to do, herself included. I think it would be very bittersweet if even after her ascension, Rom still blindly trusted Micolash to figure everything out while she covers his back, even if now at more instinctive level. So, when Micolash decided to lock the Lecture Hall passageway to protect himself further (after Edgar betrayed the Choir for him), Rom just... let it happen. Helped, even! Placing herself in opposition against Willem. During her human life, she allowed Micolash to do a lot of awful things - with herself too, using her as a test subject, believing that she was "too stupid to decide such things" and Micolash always "knew better", so could that persist even now? That... deep trust, even in the most insane plan, not knowing that Micolash completely lost the objective.

But on the other hand, the idea of her being so completely lost within her own power that she doesn't even understand what happens (and when) is really appealing! That she just experiences and observes so many things, in so many timelines, on so many levels at once... well, until Hunter trying to kill her would make her focus on their specific universe and timeline. :') But yeah, complete transcendence + theme of a powerful "idiot god" that doesn't realize their power is really good. So, yeah, Rom doesn't leave the lake past the Mensis Ritual because of either blind faith in Micolash's plans or because she just... well, everywhere. She might not even notice with how many other things she's seeing. The motivation of milking the "use" of the ritual's effects I already gave to Yurie. 🤔

I just think the whole vibe of her being a genius that never credited herself properly fits her the best! She kept hearing that she was too dumb to decide for humanity or herself from the only family she had and just... agreed with it? Although she is aware that progress is impossible without sacrifice and very daring experiments, as soon as Mensis Ritual happens, Rom believes that "smarter people know what they're doing"... if she IS still aware of anything. Whatever Micolash is doing, he has good intentions and knows what is the price and the result, right...? RIIIIIIIGHT?? Yurie, Damian, Willem and Fauxsefka know Micolash is batshit, though.

If she still has some lucidity - she can "see" people that she used to know, yes. She just would not think of them or miss them in the same way us normal humans do... Memories would be torn, like in a dream, she'd know of Yurie, Micolash or Caryll but not have lucid comprehension of becoming a bit too "enlightened" to interact with them normally. Most of her attempts to interact with someone would transcend the space and time, but also she'd be too incomprehencible in this way... Not even for the most Insightful people. It could come like a dream, or like sixth sense, and Rom would "envision" herself as still a human. Close person like Yurie or very smart person like Caryll would still guess that the strange 'feeling' must be Rom, just not able to grasp her. That'd be beyond their perception! Micolash, that lil shit, would think whatever he could perceive to be a sign from Kos, though. -_-" I think even Ebrietas would not be able to truly grasp Rom now, should she try to contact her via the 'astral projection'! Think of it as almost no one having enough Insight / Eyes Inside to see her like this... This is very lonely, like being a ghost. Rom has to be there physically to communicate! But she should NOT leave the darn Lake!!

Patches, who is also a 'spider', got split across the multiverse in a much more solid way, of course 🤔 Rom is simply Too Many Things to have a similar fate... becoming a person-per-universe is too little to contain her, at least yet. Great Ones are more complex than just bald lil shit who messed with something forbidden!

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"Oh well...you know!" Daichi laughs looking to the side, feeling a bit embarrassed. He heard what Nobara asked Jinx about her weapon. He blinks and widens his eyes in awe, seeing the weapon that Jinx pulled out.

"Holy....that's so awesome!" Daichi is geeking out upon seeing the cursed tool. Eito squawks in surprise as well. "Can I touch them?" He asked Jinx.

"Hmm? Sure you can!" she smiled to him.

"This is like straight out of Final Fantasy!" He tells him. "Or heck! Straight out of an anime I watch!" he grins. "I wanted a demonic weapon too! I mean...cursed tools and demonic tools are similar but they seem different! I mean look at how otherworldly they are! I wish I had them."

"My dad told me cursed tools are like demonic tools but they both are similar but all have their different ways." she smiled.

"Okay, you have to admit that's cool." Nobara said seeing Hana nodding.

"Yeah they look really powerful!"

"True true.." Yuria said even Miko was shocked.

"If that bird gets a demonic weapon, we are doomed. Or in other words what you humans call it, screwed.' Kinie Ger comments.

"Oh it can't be that bad-"

"Yuji, it would be that bad! Imagine the damage that phoenix will do if he got his geeky hands on them or one of them! That's out of the picture! It's bad as that dragon girl having that damn greatsword! Now we gotta worry about that fucking pussy cat having two demonic cursed tool like weapons!? WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO!" Sukuna shouted.

"Let's get down to see Ichiji! We gotta head over to our mission!" Yuria reminds everyone.

"Yuria is right. We should hurry along.." Miko said seeing everyone agree. Even Jinx who remembers to snap her fingers making the daggers go up in flames and disappear. "Sorrie! She's right. We better hurry up!" Jinx cheered.

".......She's going to doom us all in this mission.." Sukuna said.

"How in the world did your father even let you have something that dangerous!?" Megumi said to Jinx.

"I don't know. He gave it to me when I got stronger over the years. I think it's fine. Though, my demon sis Ink is just as strong or even stronger!" she was so proud of her demonic bond sister.

"Wow! Jinx has a cursed tool?!" Yuria smiles.

"Wait, do you?!" Nobara and Yuji asked even Megumi was silent as Jinx blinks to tilt her head.

"Ehhh, I don't know maybe? It was a gift from my father when he and I met. I don't know if that counts." she laughed rubbing the back of her head.

"Everyone! I'm here to join your mission!" He said.

"Aren't you joining us, already?" Hana said. Daichi laughs a bit and goes to join Miko. "Alright! Let's get going to the hideout! The exorcists must be waiting for us or they could be going there too for this joint mission."

"I got my knife ready!" Taz said she went over to Yuji. "Maki-senpai told me that I need a better knife so she gave me this, Big Brother." She smiles, showing Yuji the knife in her sheath. Now it's time to head down to meet with Ichiji-san.

"Not bad little sis! It looks really cool!" he smiled as they were following Daichi as they were leaving. Even Gojo was going to insure the mission went well. Miko was walking till she blinks hearing Diachi got her some combat gloves.

"R..really? Aww, thank you Daichi." she smiled taking the gloves, though her own cheeks were flushed too.

"I am still curious. What is your own weapon?" she heard Nobara ask.

"Ehhh I'll show you if we do fight but I could show you." Happily with a smile, she made a black flame portal in the palm of her hand before reaching into it. Nobara blinks before she pulls out two demonic cursed like daggers that was glowing and had some pretty heavy demonic cursed energy from them.

((For reference: they look like this but it's purple and black))

"What the hell is that!?" Megumi said in shock.

"Uhh you good dude?" Jinx asked thinking it was no problem. "Besides, these are the daggers Hell fangs. My dad passed down to me when I became a demon. Their pretty powerful and really really sharp. I don't know if you mean this being a cursed tool?" she said happy even if Megumi sweatdrops. He could tell those two daggers were burning with cursed energy. What the hell!?

[redactedresearch]

i wonder about the modern retellings of persephone's abduction and how it reflects society's (children of all ages) views of their mothers

[homophyte]

i am definitely not the kind of person who can break down a story into its technical beats the whole method of doing this makes no sense to me but it is very interesting to read other ppls breakdowns thereof and i think they are critical to analysis. like the shit i like doing, digging into themes and especially characters relationships to them asking the broader questions of what real world thing is this reflecting or commenting on how successfully does it do so absolutely needs that as a basis imo. it is somewhat useless to say 'this is thematically justified' without first asking 'is this narratively justified'