#you have lived on broken hearts all your life is an INSANE LINE

[herbofgraceandpeace]

“you have lived on broken hearts all your life,” said Caspian, “and even if you are beggared, it is better to be a beggar than a slave.”

[dr-spectre]

Ranting about the Splatoon Fandom Wiki....

I wanna quickly make fun of the Splatoon fandom wiki because like most fandom wikis, it's covered with ads unless you use an adblocker, is poorly formatted, poorly structured, has less info than Inkipedia, doesn't update frequently, has missing information, and genuinely is less "professional" than Inkipedia. It also just copies and pastes info from Inkipedia too so there's that as well... I'm not exactly sure how fandom wiki works and how the moderation works but it seems scattered and not good enough by any means.

Like Callie's page for example has this weird ass paragraph that says Callie was left unstable after Splatoon 2??? And it contains a lot of errors and a very weird subjective piece of text in what is supposed to be an objective as possible page, cause you know, ITS A WIKI!!!

She wants to splat shielded Octarians over and over again because that's just in line with her character, she's energetic and silly, she doesn't give a fuck that you need to go behind them to attack them better, she's just gonna splat them up front with her roller, that's just who she is, she represented team Show No Mercy in Splatoon 1 for a reason. Also that dialogue is cut off from what she actually says to further paint this idea that Callie is some broken unstable girl who was a victim of kidnapping and forced brainwashing, for some fucking reason i don't know. I can't even seem to find the original dialogue they stated because THEY DON'T LINK SOURCES!!! HOW DOES A WIKI NOT PROVIDE SOURCES TO THEIR QUOTES!?!?? WHAT!?? I tried checking Inkipedia and even they don't have this dialogue from Callie, so idfk man. All I know is that the dialogue was cut off. Ugh...

From my memory i don't even recall Callie having a new facial animation where her pupils shrink, or it's just so incredibly minor that it's not worth bringing up at all. She also wasn't smiling to hide her panic when her grandfather was kidnapped and insulting Mr. Grizz what the fuck? She was frowning when Cuttlefish dried up and died for a moment!! She was UPSET! and didn't hide it at all! What the hell?! Also facial animations in Splatoon work by the characters swapping between different mouth presets in quick succession, you can see it for yourself when you watch the Idols perform and sing, their mouths don't move smoothly and it makes sense because their language is just gibberish and clipped together audio clips. You can't animate that smoothly unless you spent an INSANE amount of time to animate their mouths incredibly smoothly to match the intentional gibberish and messy vocals. And you gotta do that for EVERY. CUTSCENE. IN. THE. STORY. MODE. That's why the developers just do the cheaper and simpler option to save on time, money and labour.

The "Plenty!" line in response to Shiver's "what is wrong with you?" Is most likely a reference to her quote on quote "airheaded" personality and a subtle nod at her putting the shades back on again and again.

Callie does seem to have mental health issues but it wasn't caused by some "brain warping evil shades oooo", it was due to various things prior to that. Waking up very early in the morning every single day and working non stop, getting harassed by paparazzi, being incredibly lonely and having a strained relationship with someone you used to care about would fuck up anyone's mental health and cause you to overthink and make bad decisions, like join the Octarians and end up wanting to adopt their ideals due to not wanting to go back to your old life and having to deal a fractured relationship with a family member that you think insulted you multiple times on live television, and those feelings and that darkness inside your heart get further amplified by hypnotic shades that cause the restraints in your head to finally break through. But i digress....

Another BIG issue with the fandom wiki is that it's not updated at all, it's extremely outdated, you can check for yourself, find your favorite Idol or character and see if they have the latest info on them, chances are, they don't.

Marina's page is missing Side Order information and new songs.

Shiver's is missing a LOT of gallery and Splatfest information. (No info on Suffer No Fools and "What would you do at world's end?" Splatfest)

Same with Frye. (Frye has the most up to date info on her Splatfest wins and loses yet Shiver doesn't? Huh?)

DJ Octavio's page spreads the incorrect narrative that he uses music to directly control Octarians which has been proven false.

Inkipedia gets it right by saying it's more like propaganda and military marches.

(Although i have my own personal issues with how sometimes Inkpedia talks about Hypno Callie but at least they bothered to include the god damn relationship chart in her page.)

Yeah the Splatoon fandom wiki is just.... bad man. it's awful. It's dogshit. Sometimes i see it as the top result when i search for characters and other Splatoon related content, i don't want casual fans and newcomers to go on that website which has false and outdated information. Please give all the support you can to Inkipedia. It's incredibly rich in information and updates fairly quickly. As a game wiki it's insanely well put together and one of the best wikis out there. It's amazing. If you want to do a wiki scroll and you're mildly interested in Splatoon then it's a great place to get lost for a while and spend some time in.

I just wanted to do a little ranting is all right now. I know that a large majority of people in the community don't like the fandom wiki and Inkipedia is superior by 10000000x but. I just wanted to rant a little. Get my thoughts out there. I'm too attached to a certain cephalopod woman to let poor information about her slide under the radar.

[earthtooz]

because of my rescue cats, and because Reo's rich, please think of this with me.

Reo wanted a pet, so he was given a cat. some high pedigree, beautiful, insanely expensive kitten from high breeding and luxurious fur. a beautiful proper 'mew' and very graceful. probably has a diamond studded collar or smth too.

enter, you: the love of Reo's life, whose cats come with none of that. the first time he meets your cat, your baby, it's a bit of class whiplash to his face. He didn't really think about how "top tier" his darling cat was, he basically thought "cat's a cat"

Until your cat, who's just a big, orange striped, kind of wonky looking cat you found on death's door after being abandoned with a broken back that was untreated and healed Wrong, torn up ears, health complications, can't jump, wobbles harshly as it walks, and sounds a bit like a broken honk instead of a meow.

For some reason Reo goes from down bad to down worse. Seeing you with this poster cat for 'mangy stray that's been kicked too many times' and proudly introducing him, like this is your greatest treasure, with far more lasting love than all the jewelry he's gifted you, makes him love you even more.

admittedly, i've been a little selfish bc i wanted to let this ask marinate itself in my inbox so i could cherish it forever and keep it in here when i inevitably respond to it... but it's time to share this thought with everyone :,((( more comments in tags anon !

no bc this thought is so... beautiful. the very clear divide between your lifestyles manifesting through the damn cats you own. that's not to say your situation is dire or anything along those lines, but anyone- compared to reo, could look far off. especially this cat that you are now holding in your arms.

he's in your apartment after coming back from a date, hoping just to hangout and watch a movie or something when he meets your cat. the purple-haired hasn't ever seen it before, only knowing that you got him from a shelter when it was around seven years old - older than most pet owners get their cats. it's... beat up to say the least, and reo frowns just thinking about what it must have gone through to end up with a partially scratched off ear, a limp, and as many health complications as you told reo about.

but clearly, none of the cat's complications matter when it mewls happily, brushing against your legs. it's with a coo that you pick it up, cradling it in your arms, showering it with undivided love and affection as the cat similarly leans itself into you, so trusting and vulnerable in your warmth. it begins purring the second you scratch behind its ears.

reo feels his heart squeeze at the sight, rendering itself utterly helpless to your charm and kindness. he knows how hard it is to get a cat to trust people, even as kittens, so he can't imagine how many hoops you had to jump through to get a grown cat to love you back. the journey could not have been easy, especially with how rough this cat's life has been.

it feels like 6 out of 9 of them have been used up, but reo feels warmed knowing that at least it'll have an incredible 3 with you.

he knows because even though reo may not have 9 lives, you make his one feel indescribable.

[foxes-that-run]

Haylor Mind and Madness theme

Madness & Crazy

Taylor

Wonderland "And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad"

You Are In Love: And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Blank Space "Magic, madness, heaven, sin" and "They'll tell you I'm insane"

How You Get The Girl: Tell her how you must have lost your mind

Say Don’t Go: "The waiting is a sadness fading into madness"

IDWLF "Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up all night, all night and every day"

Hit's Different "Or have they come to take me away? To take me away"

Don’t Blame Me: For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

Welcome To New York: Like any true love, it drives you crazy

End Game: Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy

Don’t Blame Me: Don’t blame me, love made me crazy

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: You know I adore you, I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen

False God: We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: Baby, baby, I feel crazy

Harry

If I could Fly "I've been going out of my mind (I feel it I feel it) Know that I'm just wasting time"

Kiwi "She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it (Oh) and "It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it"

Right Now (1D) "And let's go crazy together (Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh)"

Ophelia "Why don't we get a little high and crazy?"

I just wanna know you "Selfish, crazy and I'm never gonna change"

Complicated Freak "I guess I love crazy, out of your mind"

Night Changes "Does it ever drive you crazy / Just how fast the night changes?"

Mind

Taylor

Treacherous: "Your name has echoes through my mind and I just think you should, think you should know"

Everything Has Changed: "And all I’ve seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like" and "let me know that it’s not all in my mind"

Come Back… Be Here: I told myself, “Don’t get attached,” but in my mind I play it back

Shake It Off: It’s like I got this music in my mind saying, “It’s gonna be all right”

Wonderland Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Don’t Blame Me: Echoes of your name inside my mind, halo hiding my obsession

Getaway Car: I struck a match and blew your mind

Exile: I never learned to read your mind / Never learned to read my mind

Gold Rush: My mind turns your life into folklore

Question…?: She was on your mind with some dickhead guy that you saw that night

Paris: Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight in my mind

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: I’m sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind

Harry

Stockholm Syndrome - Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind (Oh-oh-oh)

Late Night Talking - Can't get you off my mind (can't get you off my mind)

Complicated freak - Can't get you off my mind

Adore You - Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind)

Where do Broken Hearts Go - Mind is running in circles of you and me / Anyone in between is the enemy

Him "It was me that you had on your mind"

Little Freak "I was thinkin' about who you are / Your delicate point of view”

[meidui]

What are the top 5 Taylor Swift lyrics you'd associate with Steve Rogers or various ships including him?

a man after my own heart <3 also this got way out of control and it's not at all a top 5 I'M SORRY

"it only hurts this much right now / was what i was thinking the whole time" because to me that's what goes through his head every time he's in a tremendous amount of pain but he won't let himself back down 😿💔

"soldier down on that icy ground / looked up at me with honour and truth / broken and blue / so i called off the troops" is about the stevebucky helicarrier fight and the stevetony siberian bunker fight!! case closed!!!! COURT IS ADJOURNED!!!!!!! it makes me insane because reading these lyrics into those scenes is like, even in the haze of the violence steve's face is enough to remind them what they all really stand for and ahhhh

"you're on your own, kid / you always have been" just. fuck

epiphany is a steve song but "keep your helmet / keep your life, son" HITS because i imagine it like some higher power speaking to him and being equal parts kind and cruel, telling him to keep his helmet (literally a soldier's helmet because he's not done serving or his cap helmet because the world still needs cap) and keep his life because he doesn't "get" to die yet and because he's too young to give it up like that

all of maroon makes me think of steve so much 😭 "the lips i used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon" is steve mourning peggy and "the rust that grew between telephones" is tony never calling and "i wake with your memory over me / that's a real fucking legacy / to leave" is sam living without steve, especially because i think that line can mean either 1) steve left a hell of a cap legacy to live up to or 2) the legacy that steve left for sam is just that he LEFT, as in "that's a real fucking legacy: to leave" 😭

the archer is a steve song too!! especially when it's only been a few years out of the ice and he wants to belong but he doesn't yet. "i'm ready for combat / i say i don't want that / but what if i do?" when he's struggling to live without a war like ultron said and "i've got a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you" because of captain america's penchant for battle cries and pre-mission speeches but steve rogers doesn't talk very much and "i never grew up / it's getting so old" bECAUSE HE WOKE UP FROM HALF A CENTURY IN THE ICE AND HE HASN'T AGED A DAY AND HE FEELS SO YOUNG AND TOO OLD AT THE SAME TIME and i'm gonna cry i can't talk about this anymore

[ghastlybirdie]

Soulmate Paradox

(eventual) Ghost x Soap (maybe x reader?) wc: 2.9k warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, character death, mentions of death, depictions of pain/anxiety/bodily harm (pls dm me if i should add more warnings)

You’ve heard of the soulmate paradox before, nearly every time any sort of hopeless romantic conversation came around it was brought up, the idea only ever taken as a myth or fear baiting to young souls. You certainly never took it seriously. The idea was beyond the laws of nature and logic, even the idea of bound soulmates were nearly laughed at by the younger generations if not for every well documented case of soulmates.

Ancient Grecians spoke about love in humans being formed by a body with two heads, four arms, and four legs; a shared form of true love to have with another, a perfect union. Until the Gods became irate with the power of humans and their seemingly limitless love, and tore the humans apart, tearing them in two.

It broke the humans, unable to live for long without their other half, their life essence draining slowly out of their wounds the longer they stayed apart, soon enough ceasing to eat or leave a single space and dying from a broken heart.

Throughout the eons humans were able to find their soulmates, an invisible red line- a lifeline almost- that lead to their soulmate, love finally finding a way to thrive in the despair. Many say that humans evolved to feel the emotions of their soulmate, feeling their sadness, their happiness, their pain. The pain was the strongest feeling, seeing as true elation, true happiness, couldn’t be felt until you were finally joined with your other, the pain a constant reminder of your emptiness.

Though there was a phenomenon that formed throughout the lifetimes of humans, one that was rare but indeed true to some and a myth to many. The phenomenon was named the Soulmate Paradox.

It is said that if one drifts too far from their soulmate, to far to feel their heartbeat in their chest, too far to feel their emotions, even too far to feel the greatest pains, and you will become- untethered.

You will feel immense emptiness, at least for a while, a hole where your bloodline once sat, and you will no longer feel. Not a thing. No sadness, yet no happiness. No pain, yet no relief. It was no longer a balance of life. It was grounded, a still object. A lone island sitting in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. Lost and alone.

You used to not believe it, not for a long time. Until you were rushed to A&E for severe stomach pain. They thought it was appendicitis judging from the patterns but when all exams came back normal you were bewildered to be told suddenly, “Perhaps you are… close to your tether? Could your other be close?”

No, that was an insane idea. Grossly unlikely and wildly inane to even suggest, especially even after the horrific bouts of pain you’ve had in your one hospital stay alone. You refused to believe it. Until it happened again. And again. And again.

The pain were all on different levels but they came unexpectedly. Some were months apart while some happened in quick successions. At some point, you stopped going to A&E and dealt the pain. Most times it was only a nagging feeling, a twinge of a cramp or soreness, but it wasn’t entirely uncommon to feel like you’ve been shot in the thigh or shoulder every so often. It wasn’t pleasant.

Which is why you ran away. You walked from your place of living, your job, your entire lifestyle, all in the name to be free of the nagging, aching pain that you felt so frequently.

At first it was unbearable. It felt like a weight sat on your chest when you crossed over into another country. Like the string that connected to your heart was pulled at it’s maximum tension, threatening to yank itself from your body with a howling force of agony.

But soon enough, with gradual ease, the pain lessened and lessened over time. What was once an elephant sitting on your shoulders turned to sore muscled turned to a gentle breeze on your skin turned to nothing.

Yeah, you felt hollow now, like a strong gust of wind could knock you over; like you were missing something important in your life. But you weren’t in pain anymore. You weren’t suffering anymore. You no longer wept from the hour long sessions of misery when it felt like your lungs were filled with dirt or your nose was clogged with gunpowder. No, you felt none of that anymore. You could sacrifice the taste of your favorite meals or the warm feeling of the sun, if it meant living life no longer suffering for someone else’s rash decisions. Someone who you didn’t even know. That you’ll never know. And that was fine by you.

Though, there were nights where you wondered where this mystery person was. What could be causing all this pain, ones that left you on the floor in tears. Were they also feeling the same? Did they feel when you bumped your toe too hard on the corner of the couch? Did they feel that time where you sliced your palm open trying to cut an avocado? Did they feel the pain when you got your wisdom teeth removed? Perhaps they hated you as much as you hated them, despite never meeting. You wondered if they thought about your existence as much as you thought about theirs as you lay in your lonely room, cold in a bed far too big for you.

Even after all this time being away from home, having left it all behind, despite wanting to leave, you couldn’t close your ears to all the talk of love. You couldn’t cover your eyes to all the pairings of people looking to each other longingly, holding their half as close to their body as their limbs would allow, melting into each other into a perfect hum of peace and resolved longing. It made your hollowness ever the more laborious.

Even though you felt no pain there was a dull pang of want- need- sounding in the back of your mind. It left your heart beat a little less proudly, left your breath a little more shallow. It left you just a little more empty. And with each passing day, it became more and more difficult to ignore. At first it was easy to, then it wasn’t. And then it was downright torturous.

Perhaps you made a rash decision. Maybe you shouldn’t have left. Was all the pain that you endured truly as bad as being left as less of a person as you were now. Your new home wasn’t warm, it was bitter and void of personality. Even your food was just enough to feed the cells that functioned your body, your sense of taste long deprived of anything good. Not even seasonal candles could make up for the loss of color in your life, leaving you in some bleak dystopian hole that you called your apartment.

It was agonizing. It was… Painful. Far worse than what you endured before. At least then, the world was full of thought and wonder. Now it was just… Grey.

So you decide to go back. It couldn’t hurt. Not like it did now. All the silly little jokes of myths and soulmates were nothing more than immature ramblings of your younger self, blind to the world and the joy that a soulmate could bring. To think that you were so close to your soulmate as to even feel what they felt, all the way down to their sore muscles and aching bones. You miss it, even from the previous pain, you missed it so so much. It made you feel foolish. You were so close and your fear of whatever this soulmate- your other half- was made you flee. And now your life was a colorless book full of dust and yellowed with forgotten age.

So you decide to go back. Back home. Back close enough to where you can feel your heart pang again with an ache that was familiar and missed. You wanted to feel the tether revive on your heart again.

You wanted to feel your soulmate. Despite it all, you wanted it. Now, more than ever, you needed it. You need them, whoever they may be. Perhaps that’s why soulmates are so strong, why they call it a lifeline. Your life and the world around you depends on it, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t avoid it.

You gather and pack your belongings, you eat the last of your flavorless food, and you go. You go back to your life where you can taste food, see colored lights, feel warmth again. And you hope, with need filling your heart for the first time in… forever, that you will finally… finally meet your soulmate.

Your other.

Your love of your life.

Ghost woke up in a violent, cold sweat. His body shaking so harshly, so fiercely that the other soldiers in the safehouse thought he went into a seizure, turning him over to his side with great resistance of the masked lieutenant.

He sputtered gibberish as chills and fire racked through his body simultaneously, his tongue mashed between his teeth and throat closing when air wouldn’t fill into his lungs. From the outside it did look like a seizure, it acted like one, but to Ghost it felt like something just tore out of his chest, a gouging hole where his heart should be. It was like a pain he’s never felt before. It was new, it was unfamiliar, and it was terrifying.

He’s felt pain before. A bullet would in the leg or shoulder, a million bruises left on his body, a lifetime worth of scars to share to no one. But this? It was ungodly, otherworldly. And it terrified him when the feeling reach a crescendo, one that he thought he’d die from, until it was just… Nothing.

Ghost felt an unimaginable pain that one could never never forget. And now he simply felt nothing.

He chose his call sign for the fear he could strike in a person. For the life he lived and crawled out of. But now, now more than ever, it truly felt like one. Like a ghost. And it gave him fear.

He blinked there on the floor of the safehouse, staring at a concrete ceiling for what seems like forever. And he blinked again, this time much longer, until he was staring at the ceiling panels of some white room, the scents around him sterile and clean yet stuffy.

The medbay.

Instinctively, like the answers would be there, Ghost reached for his chest, hand landing over his heart, fingers feeling the telemetry electrode stickers stuck across his chest. Feeling for where the hole would be. The one he knew was there.

His thoughts were interrupted when chatter filled the room, two nurses coming in with conversation shared between them. Ghost picked up very little, focused on trying to solve the confusion he held inside as he tried to solve the puzzle.

He hasn’t felt a ping of wanting or need for so long, the distant feeling of a tether having long gone slack. His sense of taste and feelings were never quite the same since then, but MREs were hardly edible let alone tasteful, and he knew every groove of his gun to know where to place his hands the moment he held it, the lack of fine tune feelings were hardly a concern of his. So the slack left in his heart- in his soul- was nothing more than the left over of his humane soul.

And now it’s come back to finally give back on all the lost time. But this felt different. This felt… final.

He was left untethered. And now there was a leak in his very being, slowly draining him. The pain he felt was nothing more than the last attempt to keep even a weak connection to his other. But it was no use. They were gone and he was left alone, his open wound now bleeding with no tourniquet, left to fester and writhe into nothing.

He thought it was foolish, amusing the rumors and legends of soulmates, of your other half. But as he rested in the medbay bed, staring at the sterile ceiling, he couldn’t ignore the cold feeling filling into the marrow of his bones, flowing into his bloodstream, a wave of nothingness filling into every crack and crevice of his body and soul.

Ghost has felt nothing before. Just earlier that day he felt very little in his mind and heart. But this was far different. This felt like being detached from a space shuttle and left to drift in space, spinning in a limitless direction, never knowing when your oxygen would deplete and the vacuum of space punctured through your suit and froze your skin and boiled your blood. Drifting. Waiting. A demise surely imminent.

Ghost was never afraid of nothing before, how could you be when you never knew what nothing truly was. It was unfathomable. Unobtainable.

Yet here he was, in the unfathomable and unobtainable. Never knowing how he truly got here.

Never knowing that the nurses that soon tended to him held the simple answer, one that would never be connected back to him and his other. His soulmate.

You died. Over the Atlantic ocean, almost on your way home. Almost there to where you belonged. Until an engine failure on the plane turned dire, plummeting you and every passenger on board to your death.

You wished you could tell someone. Anyone. What happened to you; where you were going, why… to who. But now you stand in some misty haze, trying to find a break in the fog of confusion, trying to find footing in the void filled sea encasing your thoughts.

It’d take you a while. You didn’t understand where you were, no less who you were looking at. A rugged man was all you could see in the haze, body illuminated by dingy yellow lights, black makeup shrouding his eyes being the only features you could make out.

You’ve never seen a person like this in your entire life, especially not someone so large and rough, but by the way your eyes watered but never cried, and your rythumless heart aching painfully, you helplessly reached out to the man before you, mind endlessly racing to try and finally piece together that he was the one you were seeking for such a bittersweet, short time. The torn and frayed tethered attached to either of you evidence of your once connection, now lost… Forever.

You died and now you stand stuck by some force to the person you sought after, even for the short time that you did, your hand phasing through his person whenever you tried to reach for him. A ghost to hover and haunt, still stuck to your soulmate but never reaching.

You never believed in the Soulmate Paradox, there were no evidence of it ever being a thing, but some swore it was true.

That it was true that when one soulmate is too far, too far away to feel their other, and dies, the living soulmate will continue to live though only in body. The living other will slowly start to wither and fade, their spirit slowly dying as they cannot live without their other half- their soulmate.

And so the deceased soulmate will live as a guardian, a protector of their other half’s soul. It won’t stop the slow demise of their other’s soul, but it will slow it down. Just enough for the guardian to find another, another soul to fill in the gap, and make the living soulmate whole again, and in turn finally rest in peace.

But if a guardian did not fulfill their duty? If they did not find another to fill the hole left of their living soulmate? It was greatly assumed that the living soulmate will die from a broken heart, unable to fill the hole or find a new tether. And the guardian? The one who failed their bonded love? Their soul would be gone, no longer connected to their beloved other, no longer held down by the sheer will of love. And they will be unable to have a promised afterlife with their soulmate, lost to time, to the ethos, to the void. Forever and evermore.

You didn’t know when that would happen, when your clock will run out for you- for your other- but judging by the long time spent away from your soulmate and the poor condition of your lifeline tethers even while you were alive- neither of you had much time left.

Even though you knew so little of this man, who rested with a solemn expression permanently on his face, you couldn’t bear to think leaving this man- your soulmate- to such a fate. You tried so hard to reach him and was stopped by the cruel hands of fate, unable to do nothing more than stare at his form. But here you were now, next to him, and while your circumstances were changed, the need in your heart, in your soul, was the same.

To be with your soulmate, in some way. In any way. That much, in your heart of hearts, was direly true.

a/n: Im sorry, I rushed the end, but i was like a demon being exorcised writing this omg i thought about it in the shower and shared it in the cod server and now here it is

[pivotalfilth]

🏳️‍🌈 Bottoms Is The Best Movie Of 2023 And It’s Not Even Fucking Close 🏳️‍🌈

There was a kid at my high school whose name was Psycho and he did huge shits on the ground and liked to show them to people.

Okay his birth name probably wasn’t Psycho but I don’t remember his real name. But nobody really called him Psycho with hate in their hearts - this moniker was used casually like “Hey there goes Psycho” etc.

In all fairness, he also probably didn’t show his huge shits to people. But that’s how I remember it. And if there’s something that permeates through the paltry existence of adulthood when it comes to school life, it’s wild memories that may or may not have actually happened.

That’s one of the hundreds of reasons why Emma Seligman’s Bottoms is so good. That, and all the actors, the writing, the queerness, the celebration of losers, the vibe, the comedy and the glorious fucking violence.

Two queer girls start a lunchtime fight club at their school in order to have sex with cheerleaders. That’s the plot. And it’s absolutely joyous.

If there’s something modern cinema lacks, it’s trashy queer characters who balance the line between being fucked up and REALLY fucked up. Not as comic relief, but as main core protagonists. Bottoms is full of them. In fact, the straight characters are the odd ones out.

Like the insanely narcissistic football quarterback Jeff who never changes out of his sports uniform and is widely celebrated for being a massive piece of shit. Or Marshawn Lynch as the adorably clueless teacher Mr. G who, despite having his heart in the right place, doesn’t really understand what’s going on and reads booty magazines at his desk.

Everyone else is superb, iconic, manic, delightful, cringe, handsome, disgusting. And as gay as a volcano.

Most people at school hate them but they’re the main characters in the movie and in our queer hearts. Heroes just tolerating their school days by trying hard not to have their lives ruined by assholes and trying even harder to kiss hot girls. Even if they are huge dorks. ESPECIALLY because they’re huge dorks.

The other important thing that’s overflowing in Bottoms are regular, surreal moments that, in lesser films, would be left on the cutting room floor.

A meathead student who is only let out of his literal cage to get in teacher-approved schoolyard fights. Outrageously problematic announcements over the school’s speakers. Car bombs, broken noses, a finale that involves students being impaled on swords and a tsunami of amazing, honest cringe.

Bottoms gets so wild that it begins to dip into absurdity - which is EXACTLY how most of us remember high school. Remember that teacher who was rumoured to have been a drug dealer? I totally remember seeing something explode in science class and giving the whole class second degree burns. A groundskeeper who was secretly a serial killer? That one kid who claimed he was born in a Paris nightclub? And yes, Psycho who used to show off his huge shits. It’s just how I remember it.

Every scene, every moment, taps into that gloriously misplaced, nostaIgia-infested rose-coloured view of high school so hard that I felt like I fractured a rib by the time the credits rolled.

I didn’t have any brave and dedicated queer friends in high school. The kind who were 100% ride or fucking die for you. The kind who knew precisely how much of a loser you were and gravitated towards your aura because they were the same flavour of loser. The kind who when you met them, you knew instantly that you had found your people. Like PJ, Josie and Hazel. They’re my people. And Bottoms is my movie.

[bullet-prooflove]

Do It Right: Vince Riley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

It’s the middle of February when Vince kisses you for the first time.

It’s by coincidence that you end up leaving the morgue together, you’re finishing up for the night and he’s just attended the autopsy of his latest D.B. You bump into each other in the lobby, your hair still damp from the shower you’d taken in the locker room, the scent of lemons clinging to your skin. He hands you his hat because despite the fact it’s the early hours of the evening, the temperature is already dropping dramatically and doesn’t want you getting sick.

You end up getting dinner, it’s not planned, you're hungry, he’s hungry. He wants to go over some notes your colleague passed along because the guy doesn’t make committals and you do. There’s a place around the corner that’s low key with excellent food and a great atmosphere.

It doesn’t start off as a date, not at first but it quickly becomes one. He’s always felt this attraction to you, your warmth, your compassion. It takes a certain type of person to work as a medical examiner, most of the ones he’s met over the years are hardened, jaded. It’s a self defence mechanism. Being around that much death, seeing so much violence, it fucks with you. You seem almost untouched by it all, at least that’s what he thinks until he realises the cocktails you’ve been drinking are actually mocktails. He’s been sipping soda all night too, he knows the signs.

“How long have you been sober?” He asks you.

You glance up at him surprised before he takes out his wallet and removes his four year chip, the one his sponsor had given him a couple of months ago. He pushes it along the table towards you with his fingertip. The edges of your mouth tip up into a small smile as you study it.

“Three years.” You say finally, pushing the token back towards him. “Three years, last month.”

“Congratulations.” He says and he means it. He knows how hard it can be to get through the day, especially in the line of work the two of you do, the fact you haven’t stumbled, haven’t fallen is a testament to your strength.

The ice is broken after that. The two of you talk about everything, his kids, your ex, the insane amount of hobbies you’ve undertaken because not only are you an addict, you’re an insomniac too. He doesn’t sleep much either, like you, he goes through cycles. He spends hours reading through articles on his tablet, some that are relevant to his field of expertise, some that aren’t.

He walks you home with a smile on his face. You live only a couple of blocks away and if he’s honest he isn’t ready for the night to end. It’s been a long time since he’s felt this way about a woman, since he’s bared his heart, his soul.

It’s on the doorstep that he kisses you. You tilt your head up at just the right moment and the light from the streetlamp catches your features. You’re beautiful, but then again he has always thought so, ever since that moment in the morgue, when you offered him the VapourRub for underneath his nose. It had been almost a decade since he’d worked a homicide, he’d forgotten everything that comes with that, the sights, the sounds, the smells.

When his lips brush over yours, it feels like coming home. For the first time in his life Vince feels like he’s in the right place at the right time.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask him as his forehead comes to rest on yours, his thumb ghosting over your cheek.

He wants to, Christ he does, but he’s weary. If he wants this to the distance, he needs to tread carefully. He doesn’t want this to be a one night stand, he sees potential for longevity with you, a future. He can’t bear the thought of fucking it up.

“Not tonight.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth. “I want to do this right.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[remyfire]

I think the funniest thing about Hawk being Like That is that Alan Alda has writers credits on the show. This man voluntarily made his character the most touch starved needy desperate person on the planet and that's so fucking insane of him. But also Mr Alda I would like to give you a little hug and a kiss for giving him to us because I love him with my whole heart. And don't even get me started on the fact that Hawkeye yelled to a general "I want to have your baby!" In literally the first season. Like Hawkeye my love not everyone needs to know you want to be pregnant 😂 And truly he deserves to be absolutely smothered with cuddles, everyone loves him and he loves everyone and I think it could help fix him.

Listen my Trap brain is always on, he's my man, I am thinking about him quite literally daily. And now that you reminded me of the priest line I'm gonna think of that too! Like Trapper my love what happened in your past? Did your parents give you that many names in hopes you'd be a priest? Did you pick one yourself for confirmation? Why did you keep all of the names despite seemingly abandoning the religion? I am peering at him like a bug under a microscope and there's nothing he can do about it.

That little coffee through line with Margret is so cute! Even though I'm sure it was unintentional on the show's part I definitely couldn't help but think of it and flash back to The Nurses in both the scenes in Temporary Duty and CAVE. Margaret and cups of coffee representing her character growth is honestly so sweet and I love it. Also ooohhhh self proclaimed Military Brat Margaret Houlihan realizing that the Army Way isn't the only way or even the best way, and the things that would DO to her. The realization that what she's learned her whole life isn't necessarily good, and having to contend with what that means for her and her career and her personality. And also having to face her father after that, because we see in Are You Now, Margaret? that she cares very much about disappointing him and even affecting his career. Would such a realization maybe help her become more of her own person that isn't living only to make her father proud and keep up the Houlihan name? Or is her desire to be a point of pride for her family more important to her than her personal development? Truly she's so fascinating to me. And it's definitely an interesting parallel with Mulcahy, both of them having something so deeply ingrained in them that it h u r t s when it's finally inevitably broken out.

Everyone in this show suffered enough in the narrative for several lifetimes but damn if I don't wanna give them a little bit more hardship to really crack them open and wrap up their character development in the way they deserve. I'll definitely give them softness and love but first they need a little bit of pain I think 😂

(Also I am officially onto season 8! I finished Goodbye Radar last night and was a Wreck. Man I love this show)

Okay hi again anon, sorry for making this sit while thinking too hard about Hawk and Beje and Trap things.

I swear that Alan did more to break and attempt to breed Hawk than any of us fanfic authors have ever done. I am not entirely convinced that this man didn't start getting the bends once he couldn't whump Hawk anymore and instead pivoted to writing fanfics for the old distant zines that popped up in the '80s. He probably has multiple AO3 accounts right now just churning out agonizing pain. Alan we know what you are.

I do hate that we got so little development for Trap compared to Beej but it's also delightful because it means all of us get to sit here and rotate him on a merry-go-round that goes faster and faster and never stops. Anything is possible. He's so INTERESTING!!! He's like half a guy! No matter what anyone says, they could probably make it work! And that means I am in fact slam dunking the religious trauma into him at breakneck speeds. Sorry, bud (lie).

I'm so glad you mentioned Are You Now Margaret because that's one of those underrated episodes that always has its teeth so deep in me. We learn so much about her so fast. Her big friend group!! She had so many people who loved her and who she loves enough that she refuses to endanger them even though she hasn't spoken to make in years!! The fact that she will give her father that kind of deference even though we all know in our bones that he doesn't deserve it! God, Margaret.

I love people like you who run in with a wrecking ball just absolute decimating all these characters that we know and love so that I can come in after in my little clown car with hot chocolate and blankets. I am a simple author. I know what my duty is here. And it's getting everybody laid by everybody else but ALSO giving them extreme amounts of aftercare and pillow nests ;v; We all share such a vital role in this ecosystem.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

I was just doing my nightly routine of “sad emo depressed “you can’t fix a broken heart”🖤🥀” music so I can sleep like a new born baby

Me after my “sad emo depressed “you can’t fix a broken heart”🖤🥀” music

And then it occurred to me that these two songs are so insanely Y/N and Megumi coded I feel the need to explain it right now.

I just threw out the love of my dreams - weezer:

This is Y/Ns literal anthem idec. Sure to me when I just listen to the song I typically feel like it’s more about a breakup since it says “I just threw out the love of my dreams” and “want for him to stay” as in hes leaving bc they aren’t tgth anymore but flip it and reverse it and you get a whole new meaning, if you focus on different words. The first line imma focus on is “never before have I felt this way” well we know that for a fact Why Enn(Y/N I’ll do anything but call Y/N Y/N these days‼️)is literally emotionally constipated like she’s unable to work out why they feels the way they do because they’ve never felt that way before about anyone, esp someone they’re meant to hate. And let’s go back a little to the start of the song when it says “I’m so tall can’t get over me I’m so low can’t get under me” and “I must be made of steel” they also really represent Why Enn and again, they’ve been emotionally inept thus far, they’re a stubborn person and they stand their ground, people can’t move them yk? And then the “for I just threw out the love of my dreams” if we take this in a new light, look at it differently, Why Enn knows deep down they like megumi but they refuse to admit this fact and that’s leading to complications in their current relationship which could COULD ultimately wedge a gap between them. Also the “even though my love is a world a way” is kinda megumi coded bc Why Enn be so delusion I think they be living on planet zog Gaddamn🙏😭

I don’t smoke - Mitski

Again, the meaning of this song is absolutely not this, but idk music is music and I’d be damned if it wasn’t up for interpretation. Anyway this song is the EPITOME of megumi for many reasons, first the most obvious part of the song “if you need to be mean be mean to me” this is megumi coded bc he literally didn’t care WHAT Why Enn did to him so long as they acknowledged him, he also just wanted to help them the best he could. Another part of this song is “being with you makes the flame burn good” again, so megumi, bc as I already mentioned he would do anything at one point so long as they acknowledge him. Another line, tbh all of them show the same thing bc that’s kinda what the song is about “you can lean on my arm as you break my heart” again, being told by the “love of your life” (quotes bc at this point it wasn’t set in stone) to not play a joke on them is pretty painful but he still took it and literally bounced back yk like a king🙏🙏

Okay anyway i think this should be more of a message to me bc instead of putting this much analysis into a song why don’t i do this for my literature revision‼️‼️🤣🤣🤣🙁 sorry for the long ask I needed to get this out into the world (or onto smth just out of my head)

BAE BAE BAE BAE COLLAPSES TO MY KNEES AND HAS A HEART ATTACK OH MY GODDDD UR FUCKING MIND????? THE WAY THESE R SO ACCURATE ??? i adore u . i adore when people psychoanalyze and assign characters or situations songs i’m going to eat ur brain . i was hyped and nodding and agreeing the whole time i was reading this… thank u…

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, April 28 and Monday, April 29

GILES: (from the dining room) Buffy. Are you hurt? BUFFY: Oh... Caleb came back looking for seconds. GILES: My God, is h-he— BUFFY: Still able to make me see cartoon birdies all around my head? You betcha. The short lack of consciousness was nice. I feel rested.

~~Empty Places~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

round and round on a loop (Gen, T) by theirwolf

seeing double (Buffy/Faith, T) by ripslayer

Rust (Buffy/Spike, R) by noctilucent

pounced (or when the cat's got your tongue) (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by marzipanthursday

Something Lingers (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by goodbyetoyou

Broken and Burned (Buffy/Spike, R) by Harlow Turner

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Great Escape Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by the early bird

Wilbur the Bloody Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by acekoomboom

Secret Obsession Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

Haunted Hearse Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by simmony

Dracula's Gift Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by the_big_bad

Hand in Flightless Hand Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Tragic

Love Lives Here Chapter 55 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

So It Goes... Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

A Ripple In Time Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

Sweet Dreams (Or A Beautiful Nightmare) Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by goodbyetoyou

Safe Chapter 35 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Wonder and Ashes

Centerfold Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike, MissLuci

Gargoyle Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ClowniestLivEver

Title For Sale Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Desicat

The Boyfriend Swap Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

The Watcher Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by In Mortal

Coming Through Chapter 60 (Buffy/Spike, adult only) by hulettwyo

Not A Date Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Dusty, Dusty

The Eternal City Chapter 1 (Angel/Spike/Buffy, E) by reader304

Déjà vu: Season 1 Chapter 1 (Angel/multi, T) by PearlThorne

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Buffy and Spike by novivi

Artwork:Breaking bad doodle by maloops

Artwork:My caricaturized version of the protagonists by Nervous-Bird6052

Podcast:Episode 118: Life Serial by newworldwitchery

Podcast:Episode 26 - It's a Judge in a Box - A Very Wet Episode! (Surprise) by thesunnydalediaries

Podcast:Selfless S7 E5 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast) by lisalilly

[Archive]

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Oz by mybuffysittersavampireslayer

jw really went I’ve got it! by raisedbythetv89

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Willow and Giles' shop by nicnacsnonsense

Triangle trying to frame Willow & Anya’s constant fighting as stemming from a protectiveness over Xander and their relationship with him by kookygobbledygook

Genuinely don’t understand anyone who hates Angel by spangelmybeloved

Just watched the episode Angel last night and I’m so insane and not normal about it by spikes-left-eyebrow

Rewatch thoughts and questions continued by multiple posters

Elimination Game : Writer's Best BtVS Episode

Hot Take: Wild at Heart isn't out of left field by Alternative-Ruin-720

How would you feel about a buffy movie? by coincidencecontrol

I think Cordelia fell inlove with Xander by Toya1988

I feel bad for Amy by Wheres_MyMoney

AU where Spike and Dru are present for Connor's birth by halyasgirl

The Slight Adjustment to Make Season 7 Work by SnooDucks4544

Unpopular opinion: Now i'm in my 20s, I think Riley was a great boyfriend by Financial_Sherbet303

What do you think are the most cringeworthy lines from Buffy? by Popular_Monster111

Rewatch 16, S7 finale, final thoughts by Xandertheokay

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Which season of Buffy The Vampire Slayer is objectively the best ? by Cailly_Brard16

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[fuckingfinwions]

Your mind is fucking awesome. You've completely convinced me of Sam-Dean Maemags. What's the end point, in your opinion? Do they ever come together (in Arda, after the twins leave, post reimbodiment, etc) Hell, even Maedhros dying and leaving Maglor to live life alone like Sam had to live after Dean's death is a near match in theme. I am a romantic at heart and I like to imagine that somewhere thousands of years down the line they share their own little reimbodied corner of the universe just like Sam and Dean share a heaven. Maybe it's a fortress, or a cabin in the woods, or maybe just a little camp in a plentiful forest where they won't be bothered (or noticed, if they sleep in the same bed roll...)

The boring answer is that they never actually commit that final sin/devotion with each other before Maedhros dies, and once Reborn they're no longer trapped together alone. They almost never speak of "how things were in the end", and do their best to ignore how much they need each other. They try to build separate lives as separate people.

But like I said, that's boring.

I think they fuck at least once in the late first age, with a flimsy excuse, probably due to one of their injured pride.

Maglor does a bad job hiding in the woods one time and Maedhros hears someone moving nearby. Maedhros tells him to come out and face me, would you really sneak attack someone who's jerking it? Maglor walks into the clearing so that Maedhros will no it's just him, not an orc or a bandit, and will stop yelling and giving their position away to actual threats. Maedhros says "Maglor!" in surprise, and comes.

After that, the boundary is broken. The other of them might as well stay and keep watch while his brother masturbates. (At minimum Maedhros should get to see Maglor's O-face once, so the intimacy between them stays even with neither having an imbalance over the other (that's a huge lie.) But also it's maybe practical.) The one who's keeping watch has to keep his stare moving, alert for any danger. And when Maglor is masturbating he gazes at Maedhros, so he'll know in an instant if Maedhros goes on alert. Not because he likes looking at his brother while stroking his cock, of course. But they both notice - and say nothing about - that they come faster than when their brother was off in the woods giving them "privacy".

I like the idea of them reembodied in a little cabin together. Somewhere far up in the mountains where no one else goes. Maedhros goes into Tirion for Fingon's centennial birthday parties, and Maglor goes to the every twenty years greatest concert in Aman, and the both visit Nerdanel once a decade. Other than that they keep to themselves. Their family knows that each of them is off living alone in the wilderness, but not that they're doing it together.

They don't get many visitors, but even when they do it's not hard to hide that they're living together. Maedhros will claim to be just visiting, or perhaps Maglor will spot the visitor before they spot him and vanish into the trees for the entire visit. The house has one bed, a few clothes that are short on Maedhros and long on Maglor, a rocking chair and an armchair that perhaps are just fir the inhabitant's different moods. There isn't anything as obvious as only two bowls or plates, they packed up a full set or ceramic dishes and half of it broke when hiking in. So there are three mugs and five plates and two bowls, and you gave no idea how many people live there. The weapons in the closet might reveal that someone is here who favors the longsword, or the bassoon in the corner reveals a musician. But even Curufin, when he visits, just believes that Maedhros visits Maglor more often than he does. After all, the cabin is so tiny, two people could never get away from each other there for even a moment, no one could possibly share that space without going insane.

Fic rec: Strange Currencies by jouissant is about Maedhros being reborn in Valinor, after he and Maglor married each other mostly by accident when wandering dying Beleriand. And elves can see in each other's eyes when someone is married, so Maedhros is trying to avoid anyone else putting two and two together that the brothers were both unmarried when last people saw them, and then wandered off together. It's very good and very similar vibes to this.

[softly-potter]

The Line is Gray

Summary: Ruby is devoted to Weiss; Weiss thinks she’s actually obsessed.

Inspired by the season one finale of YOU, aka the best show ever. 

Pairing: Ruby X Weiss

Word Count: 867

Warning: kidnapping

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“Wait wait wait!” Ruby screams, leaning against the glass of the cage. “I know you're angry but we can talk about this.”

Weiss whirls around, and there's a fury there that Ruby has never seen before. In all her months of watching Weiss, she’d never even seen her raise her voice. Now, she looked ready to light her on fire.

“You have no idea what I am, you fucking psycho.” Weiss seethes. Her normally plated hair is loose and wild, falling over her shoulders in waves, and it makes Ruby cry harder.

She balls her fists on the edge of the carpet, her side where Weiss had stabbed with the typewriter keys aches but not as much as her heart. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“What, all the nice things that I said to you, while I was locked in a cage?” Weiss screams. “You thought I meant that?” She's breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, and Ruby leans against the glass with one palm.

“You actually believe, that all of this,” Weiss says, waving her hand around the basement. “Is somehow justified?”

“It is!” Ruby swears. How can Weiss not see it, the devotion Ruby has shown her? She built her a home, gave her a place to write, no distractions. Isn't that what Weiss had always wanted?

“You are insane,” Weiss cries, her voice cracking, and she holds her hands against her chest. She’s still wearing Ruby’s shirt, the plaid one with the buttons, and her fingers shake. “You think what, that you did some bad shit and i did some bad shit and its what, equivalent?”

Ruby says nothing, her side pulsating, the tears on her face still damp and she tries to sit up straight.

“Yeah, I lied, and I cheated, but I-I didn’t stalk you,” Weiss cries, and she's out of breath. “I didn't hit you, I didn't kill people, I didn't do any of it!”

With renewed vigor Ruby sits up, banging on the glass door. “There's not a line…in the world, that I wouldn't cross for you.” She tries to smile, tries to show Weiss that she's still the same old Ruby, the same girlfriend who rubbed her feet at night and helped her with her essays. “That's love, Weiss.”

“That isn't love, that's obsession,” Weiss spits. “I didn't ask for you to come in like, like some sort of knight.”

“But you did!” Ruby argued. “You’re life was a mess-”

“And it was my life!” Weiss screams, her voice strained. “And I didn't need some psycho on her white horse to swoop in and save me. I mean, what gives you the right? You thought that I would be grateful?”

Weiss takes a step back, her shaking hand coming to rest above her mouth and Ruby leans her forehead against the glass. This isn't how any of it was supposed to go, no, no, no, it was all wrong.

“You, you are her. You are the bad thing.” Weiss says with a shaky breath. “You are the thing you wanted to ‘protect’ me against.” she puts her fingers up in air quotes. “But you know what I think? I think this is all some sort of excuse, an excuse to creep into people's lives and violate the shit out of them.”

Ruby settles her jaw, her eyes shut with exhaustion and disappointment. “If you let me out, we can talk. Okay?”

“I think you love it!” Weiss continues. “The power, the ability to control? It gets you off. I think this was the perfect excuse to take out people like Jaun, and Blake, people that have looked down on you, your entire miserable existence.”

Ruby opens her eyes, staring at her in disbelief. “No, no that's not true, I would never hurt someone I love.”

“Tell that to Penny, you sick fuck!” Weiss shouts, and nearly falls over from the effort. She sits down, breathing hard and her lower lip trembles.

“Weiss,” Ruby begs. “Just listen to me.”

Weiss looks up, her jaw tight and brow set. “You aren’t special. You're broken.” she says, her voice hard. “I could never love you. Rot in there, you psychotic asshole.”

She stands, brushing her jeans off and Ruby feels another tear slip down her cheek. Moving around storage boxes, Weiss climbs the stairs of the basement two at a time. When she reaches the door, she puts a shaky grip on the knob and turns.

The door doesn't budge. She tries again, this time yanking, and still it doesn't move. Weiss swallows, before turning slowly, and staring down the stairwell. Taking the steps slowly, she creeps back down, in search of the keys she had seen Ruby carry. As she looks around, her heart sinks, finding the door to the glass cage wide open.

Her blood runs cold, and she looks around, moving slowly, before she feels a presence behind her and jumps back.

“When Qrow used to lock me down here I learned a valuable lesson,” Ruby says softly, her face still streaked with tears but there was no emotion behind her eyes. “Hide a spare key, so you can get out of the god damn cage.”

[caubri]

✧･ﾟ:RAVENWOOD LEGACY CHALLENGE:･ﾟ✧

When I was a kid I mainly played 2 games; Wizard101 and The Sims 4. So let’s mix the two! 

Each generation is inspired by the seven schools from Wizard101. Unfortunately this will not be Base-Game Compatible but all pack requirements are listed next to their respective generation.

I'm not a writer so please excuse the quality of my writing <3

BASIC RULES:

Have fun! If there’s a rule that’s holding you back from having fun with your game, pretend it’s not there! (This is meant to expand your gameplay, NOT limit you.)

Match your sims wardrobe to the colours listed under each generation

Add any extra lore you’d like to. The more the merrier :D

The challenge is completed once every Generation 7 goal has been completed.

If you play this challenge, and you’d like me or others to see it, add #RavenwoodLegacy to your posts!

GENERATION 1: FIRE requires Lovestruck, Cats & Dogs

“If the mind is like a candle, the Heart is like the sun.” - Kingsisle

You’re quick to anger but you have a great passion for the loves of your life. They tend to walk a fine line so be careful, because those passionate flames could one day burn and consume you. Being completely obsessed with all things romance, you’re looking for the one that will match all the characters you’ve been writing about in your romance novels. To most people, your standards are impossible. Although you’ve dated many, you never end up settling down with anyone. On the plus side, your many dates make great writing inspiration.

Traits: Romantic, Hot-headed, Self-Assured

Aspiration: Romantic Explorer

Career: Writer: Author (Specializes in Romance Novels)

Rules:

Master Writer Career and complete Romantic Explorer Aspiration

Master Romance and Writing Skill

Adopt a Cat or Fox

Never keep a partner for longer than two sim weeks

All partners must be met through Cupid’s Corner

Next Generation Heir can only live with you, not the other parent

Associated Colours: Red, Orange, Yellow

Name Ideas (From W101): Dalia, Ashley, Bernie

GENERATION 2: ICE requires Seasons, City Living, Get Together, Nifty Knitting, Spa Day

“...with Persistence, Victory is assured.” - Kingsisle

“Slow and steady wins the race.” they say. Or at least you do. You grew up in a semi-broken household. One of your parents drove the other away shortly after you were born but that didn’t mean you had issues knowing what real love was. You didn’t realise until you were older that your parent’s standards weren’t actually that crazy. Your highschool sweetheart made you discover that whatever that was written in your parent’s romance novels can actually exist in real life. Even though you have it all, you can always be better. Whether it’s painting, skating, or knitting, you can never be less than great. 

Traits: Perfectionist, High Maintenance, Loyal

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Career: Painter: Patron of the Arts

Rules:

Master Painter Career and Complete Renaissance Sim Aspiration

Master Painting and Fitness Skills

Have a hobby of Skating

Complete Snow Globe Collection

Marry your high school sweetheart (only remarry if your spouse dies)

Be the leader of a club and attend meetings weekly (ex. Book Club)

Take up Knitting as an elder

Associated Colours: Blue, White, Dark Purple

Name Ideas (From W101): Lydia, Kelvin

GENERATION 3: STORM requires Get To Work, Crystal Creations, Get Together

“That which can be imagined, can be achieved.” - Kingsisle

Growing up around an artist, you got to embrace your creative side at a young age. As an adult, you used your creative prowess to carry you through your career as a scientist. “Eureka!” To you, your career is like catching lightning in a bottle but to others… you may be a tad bit insane. Whenever you’re not in the lab, you express that spark with your crystal collecting. (You may have stolen a few from some co-workers… oops) And just between us… You dance in your bedroom when no one is watching. 

Traits: Creative, Ambitious, Dance Machine

Aspiration: Crystal Crafter

Career: Scientist

Rules:

Master Scientist Career and Crystal Crafter Aspiration

Master Logic and Gemology Skill

Have a hobby of Dancing

Complete Crystals and Metals Collection

Have multiple children (a non-heir child must have a daughter)

Associated Colours: Purple, Yellow, Dark Green

Name Ideas (From W101): Halston, Torrence

GENERATION 4: MYTH requires Discover University, Realm of Magic, Kids Room Stuff

“To control the Future, one must look to the Past.” - Kingsisle

Your imagination is everything. Nothing means more to you than the power of your mind. Many people described your parents as crazy and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. You value your relationships with animals and robots over other sims. Or at least you thought you did until you met your niece.  After that you realized maybe having a family wouldn’t be so bad. As you were researching spellcasters in the Magic Realm of Glimmerbrook, you met someone who caught your eye. As a young adult you built yourself a robot without realizing that said robot would become your best(robot)man at your wedding.

Traits: Erratic, Genius, Jealous

Aspiration: Spellcraft and Sorcery

Career: Engineer: Mechanical Engineer

Rules:

Master Engineer Career and Spellcraft and Sorcery Aspiration

Master Robotics Skill

As a child, complete the Voidcritter Collection

(optional) Get a degree in Physics (must live in a dorm)

Marry a spellcaster, and become a spellcaster

Build and befriend Servo

Be your niece’s godparent

Associated Colours: Yellow, Blue, Black

Name Ideas (From W101): Cyrus, Ivan

GENERATION 5: LIFE requires Eco Lifestyle, Cottage Living

“As we have been Created, so must we Create.” - Kingsisle

Your entire life has been about growth. You grew your love for music since you were a kid, and as an adult you grew your plants and watched your animals grow right in your backyard. Your music breathes life and spirit into your green-filled home. As a child you were just as nurtured by your parents as your farm is by you. You wish to do the same for your children.

Traits: Good, Music Lover, Green Fiend

Aspiration: Country Caretaker

Career: Gardener: Botanist (optional)

Rules:

Master Gardener Career (optional) and Country Caretaker Aspiration

Master Gardening and a music skill of your choice

Have the next gen-heir be born in the last half of the Adult Life Stage

Attend the Finchwick Fair occasionally

Always have a Cow or Cowplant on your lot

Associated Colours: Green, Brown, Gold

Name Ideas (From W101): Linda, Blossom, Sylvia

GENERATION 6: DEATH requires Vampires, Cats and Dogs, Get Famous, Any pack including apartments

“Timor mortis conturbat me.” (The Fear of Death Confounds Me) - Kingsisle

Your earliest memory was listening to your parents singing and playing their favourite instrument. They passed away when you were decently young. As soon as they passed you moved out on your own into an apartment, adopted a cat and tried to get your life on track. You did some odd-jobs here and there to make ends meet as you could only handle having a part-time job. You visited your Parents’ graves in Forgotten Hollow and discovered the existence of vampires. This discovery seemed to give you a purpose in life, a way to potentially cheat death unlike your parents. 

Traits: Loner, Cat Lover, Self-Absorbed

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Career: Any Part-Time Job

Rules:

Master A Part-Time Career and Master Vampire Aspiration

Master Pipe Organ and Vampire Lore Skill

Start a part-time job as a teenager and keep it until you retire

Keep your cat alive as long as possible using Healthy Treats

Get your spouse to eat Ambrosia at least once (if they’re not a vampire)

Live in an apartment for most of your life

Associated Colours: Black, Red, White

Name Ideas (From W101): Malistaire, Malorn, Mortis, Dworgyn

GENERATION 7: BALANCE requires Discover University, Cats and Dogs, Spa Day, Strangerville, For Rent

“Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frog, Wool of Bat, Tongue of Dog.” - Kingsisle

You believe that every part of you was once a part of the generations before you. You’re like a perfect blend of them all. It’s as if you’ve stolen little bits of everyone and turned it into one unique being. The good parts and the bad. You’re just as smart as your ancestors but also just as crazy. You do good deeds during the day by bringing justice to criminals, while committing your own crimes at night… But it balances out, right?

Traits: Generous, Paranoid, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Inner Peace

Career: Law: Judge

Rules:

Master Law Career and Inner Peace Aspiration

(optional) Get a degree in History

Master Wellness and Research and Debate Skill

Have a Dog

Must have a Son and Daughter (keep going till you have it)

Associated Colours: Brown, Red, Orange

Name Ideas (From W101): Arthur, Niles, Alhazred

created by @caubri

If you run into any issues involving the writing of this challenge, let me know so i can fix it, as I have not gotten a chance to fully play test this yet.

[effemar]

do you have any asoiaf or jaimebrienne fics you'd reccomend?

You're trying to make my day I see!!! You bet I do!!!

All the fics I'm recommending here are under either the 'ASOIAF' or 'ASOIAF and related fandoms' fandom tag, because I usually dodge show fic (with a few very special exceptions). I do, in fact, read a lot of jaimebrienne, but I have a few here that I really like that are focused on other things. I usually avoid modern AU, though I read it sometimes if the premise intrigues me.

From This Day Until the End of My Days -- JB fic of all time. Funny story: before I ever read or got into ASOIAF, I used to follow swordmaid (I think this is still their url?) here on tumblr because I liked their art, so I saw a lot of JB posting before I was even familiar with the characters. There's a specific line from this fic that they posted because it was so insanity inducing, and I was so shaken by it that I copy pasted it and kept it in my notes app to look at it when I wanted to drive myself crazy. I didn't even read the fic it was from because I knew nothing about the characters, but even then it had such an effect on me that I kept it on my phone at all times. I'm not going to tell you what the line is, because believe me, you will know it when you see it. Anyway. This should be required reading for everyone who enjoys JB even a little. "What does this fic feel like?" uhhhhh not everything feels like something else hope this helps <3

Deliverance -- Heed warnings on this. Melisandre my forever girl... I love when women are trapped in their bodies. I love when women give and give and give and it's not enough. I love when women are damned, condemned by their own minds, their own hearts. I love when women lie and kill and destroy themselves in the pursuit of something and never, ever get it. I love when women are scared. I love when women are scared and then angry and then scared again. I love when women bleed poison. I love when women no longer feel pain. I love when women kill other women. I love when women are red, and terrible, and red. I love when women are eaten alive by god. Melisandre needs to leave Stannis and get with a real man like me I'D burn as many children as she wanted...

The Rancher and the Mail Order Bride -- Modern AUs are over from now on we're putting ASOIAF characters in 1800's fantasy Australia. Jaime and Brienne should NOT have twitter accounts but you know what they should have? Cowboy hats. Jaime's here because he killed a king and then got caught fucking his sister in short order, and promptly got sent to fantasy Australia as a convict. Brienne's here because she responded to an ad seeking a wife and traveled to fantasy Australia in hopes of gaining a home and a living, but the guy didn't want to marry her and now she's stuck here. It's like Little House on the Prairie if Little House on the Prairie was about the importance of accepting help from others and becoming a participant in your own life. Also includes Classic Jaime One-Liner Moment 'didn't you commit incest with your own sister?' / 'okay well obviously it wouldn't be incest if it was someone ELSE'S sister' which I did think was funny I won't lie to you.

be yourself my ally -- I believe in the power of yuri to change the world and I think Sansa and Dany should be in love and play in the snow and hold hands and giggle together and I'm glad the person who wrote this understands my vision. They are so #feminism. I like this fic for a lot of reasons number one being that it's ASOIAF fic and not GOT fic (hard to find in the Daensa tag) and number two is that it gets the appeal of Daensa on a fundamental level... it's about the broken trust, the longing for home, the reclamation of girlhood.... it UNDERSTANDS.... Anyway. I love Sansa's characterization here and I think it's cute that her internal narration spends time lovingly describing all of Dany's outfits. There's a fun unintentional(?) Rhaenicent reference that I thought was sweet and weirdly fitting in context. It's not very clear on the actual events that transpire that make it so the setting can exist, but I like what they do clarify: Sansa killed Petyr confirmed!!!! WHOOPEE!!!!

witness to the arc towards the sun -- If I remember correctly this is technically 5+1 fic so it has separate little interactions. Some explicit some not? I think? Fav is the one where Jaime and Brienne are hanging out in the Eyrie and Jaime tells her about he and Cersei going down to see the lions under Casterly Rock. Scene for insane people. Should lions long for such things... when I tell you it lives in my head rent free... Both of the moments that affected me the most in this fic are Jaime childhood memories actually -- there's another bit later where he remembers going swimming with Cersei and Tyrion that makes me want to set myself on fire. Second fav interaction is probably the one where Brienne defends Jaime's character and he breaks out in sincerity hives. God i know that guy ugly sobs listening to ASMR affirmation videos... you tell Jaime Lannister he's a good person and he starts stress vomiting. Brienne also gets to have a matching honorable death crisis which I enjoyed. They have both a picnic and also an incident of traumatic wound care so it basically runs the full gamut 10/10 highly recommend.

Like Snufkin and Little My (we'll get around wherever) -- This one might be hit or miss -- its a bit niche but I love it so w/e it's going on here. I think part of why I like it so much is because there's a tendency to make modern AU characters have an almost crushing awareness of sociopolitical minutiae when I know in my heart that Ned Stark thinks gay people should keep it to themselves, Sansa posts awareness infographics on her instagram story without reading them, and Robb thought lesbian was a swear word until 15. This fic understands that. This fic knows that Arya deserves to be a nonbinary anarchist who sends people anon hate on tumblr, and Sansa deserves to follow influencer makeup tutorials and put "LGBTQIA+ ally :)" in her bio despite being a lesbian. And they deserve to be siblings who love each other and also kick each other in the shins. I believe this to the bottom of my soul.

And off they went, from here to there -- I don't have anything for this one I genuinely just love seeing people happy. I think Jaime and Brienne deserve to dance and be obnoxious and also not die.

Okay that's it. I have more that I like but they're embarrassing to recommend so I'll stop there. I also left off some HOTD fic I like, bc I was unsure whether you meant pure ASOIAF or if you'd allow derivatives, but know that there is a vast and beautiful wealth of Rhaenicant content in the world that you should read. Peace and love, may your ao3 scrolling be free of obscure kink fic ✌️

[fixfoxnox]

I wonder how the characters of sito would change and carry themselves if Roach did end up dying in Russia, either by Makarov or the poison/injuries lol

Honestly I do think this would be a very interesting thing to do, and I actually did consider killing Roach at that point, but I ended up deciding not to do that and the reason is actually the question that you posed.

Some quick warnings: Death and Suicide ideation/suicide

First of all, and the main reason I decided not to do this is Roach. The amount of absolute mental damage I think this would do to Roach is insane. Like dying again, having two lives under your belt, and having to completely start over again? I genuinely think it would drive him crazy. Not to mention the last thing he saw of Soap and Ghost would have been them looking at him like he was a monster.

I actually talked about this at one point with @probablylikesixducks (hello dear), and we discussed the idea of Roach essentially starting to view his rebirth with his memories as some sort of punishment for himself. We discussed the possibility of Roach starting to take his own life less seriously and essentially sacrificing himself over and over for the team, even in cases where he doesn't need to, because at any minor thing going wrong he believes that he has already ruined his next chance.

One of the things we discussed is Jackson's role in things, if he also remembers his old life every time he dies, so maybe he ends up in the same lives as Roach and realizes what he's doing and tries to stop it.

Its a very depressing idea, but one that I think could be interesting to delve into.

As for the rest of the team, it absolutely would change them. Roach's death would leave them all feeling extremely guilty, and I think Soap and Ghost would take the brunt of that. Soap already has issues with blaming himself for anything gone wrong, and I don't see this being much different to be honest. Even though he didn't know and couldn't do anything, I think he would beat himself up for ever believing that Roach was a traitor.

Similar thing with Ghost, I think he would see it as a failure on his part for not reacting quick enough to get to Roach and not being able to save him once he got there. I think knowing Ghost, his last interaction with Roach and knowing that the last Roach saw of them was them viewing him as a traitor, I think that would weigh on him.

I think it might have actually broken up the relationship with Soap and Ghost if Roach had died. I mean both of them clearly loved him, even when he was a "traitor." So I think finding out he never was a traitor would really hit them hard. It would probably feel like a hole was left in their relationship and their lives and I could see that driving them apart. I could also see that bringing them together in an odd way as well.

There is no doubt in my mind that if Roach had died, any and all trust that Soap and Ghost had in Price would be thrown out the window. I can't see them staying 141 if something like that happened, I imagine they'd leave simply because they wouldn't be able to trust Price or look at him without feeling some major anger.

As for Gaz, I see him also being weighed down with guilt, but I can't see him leaving the 141. Instead, I think he'd absolutely throw himself into work. Likely become more like set on the job and doing what it takes to take down terrorists. That little line he drew in the sand? Washed away. I could see him becoming a bit darker, a bit more willing to take the extra step to do what has to be done.

As for Price...I think he'd carry it like he carries all of the deaths in the original. He carries Roach close to his heart, he uses the memory of him as motivation, and at the end of it all, his war ends with Makarov.

I could see the fact that Price knows that Roach has died before haunting him. Him wondering if Roach is being forced to relive the cycle again, I think it would keep him up at night. All of the blame Soap and Ghost would place on him? He fully agrees with them. In his mind, Roach's death would be his fault. His fault for ever letting Roach go to Makarov in the first place.