#GOD GIL DOES NOT WANT TO BE HERE AT ALL
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SO SORRY FOR AVAS DEMON POSTING IN OUR YEAR OUR LORD 2024 BUT THIS FUCKING EXCHANGE WAS HYSTERICAL TO ME
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Hiii, how are you?
I had this little idea in my mind, that i wanted to share with you.
Thenamesh 10 things i hate about you AU.
Dane the new guy at school, wants to go out with his beautiful classmate Sersi, but there's a little problem with that. Sersi can't go out unless her cold and scary older sister Thena does. So Dane does the most sensible thing, and hiers Gilgamesh a mysterious boy with a bad reputation, to date Thena.
- Btw thank you sooo much for your works, they are so cute and perfect, and always make my days better. 🩷🤍
"Hi Dane!"
"Sersi!"
The two bounded over to each other like puppies, or fawns with a little kick in their step. Thena did smile faintly as she watched her sister excitedly greet this equally sweet, equally nerdy boy she had found to her tastes.
It was the only reason Thena had agreed to this charade of a 'date'.
It was the only reason her 'date' had agreed as well, as far as she could gather. Dane had heard that she and Sersi could not go anywhere unless it was together, their father taking advantage of Thena's naturally repellent presence to keep people away from his more sociable daughter.
Gilgamesh was - according to reputation and rumour - a juvenile delinquent allowed to attend school for a last attempt at graduating before he joined a mob or gang for the rest of his life. He was quiet, certainly looked tall and big enough for it to be believable that he had been in some trouble with authority. He wore only dark t-shirts and jeans with unintentional tears in the knees and heavy boots. And he smoked.
"Ready for this, or what?"
Thena let some bemusement show on her face as Sersi and Dane galloped up to the snack counter, arm in arm. She drifted vaguely in Gilgamesh's direction. "You seem even more displeased by this arrangement than I could have anticipated."
He gave her an equally shrewish look, both of them in a standoff in the theatre lobby. He made the grand effort of pulling his hands out of his pockets and relaxing his posture. He really was big. "Is that how I seem?"
Thena crossed her arms at him, "you need not pretend for my sake, Gilgamesh. What did you get paid?"
He blinked.
"No one does anything with me willingly," Thena said lightly, looking towards her options for food while Dane counted out his pennies to pay for a combo to share with Sersi.
He slid a little closer to her, both of them hovering just outside the bounds of being in line. "Is that what this school is like? Guys bidding for the privilege to go out with your ladyship?"
"They have attempted it before."
"Well, that's disgusting."
Thena blinked at him, this time.
He looked over at her with his arms crossed, "you don't seem like the type who would tolerate that. For you or your sister."
"I don't," she scowled, happy to resume her previous frostiness. "But it is not that original a tactic, is all I'm saying."
"You mean this?" he pulled a few bills out of his pocket, crisp and brand new.
Thena shrank somewhat.
"Dane told me he was trying to ask out Sersi but she wasn't allowed to go anywhere without you. I told him I don't exactly have the spare cash to be taking out anyone," he raised a cool brow at her with that stupid smirk on his face, "her ladyship or otherwise."
Thena's shoulders rose, "so Dane paid you off."
"He lent me the cash to actually buy the tickets and some popcorn, Princess, so put your axe and noose away."
"Prin-"
"So, you wanna see a movie or what?" Gilgamesh stepped in even closer, leaning his head down when the thickness of his arms stopped him from encroaching more.
She eyed him. "Do you?"
He chuckled, "y'know, I really am strapped for cash. I could have just taken this and fucked right off."
Thena continued to regard the cash in his hand with disgust. She must have been feeling generous when she looked at him again, "why didn't you?"
His eyes were very brown, but warm, in a way. "Maybe I wanted the chance to figure out why everyone calls you the shrew."
"Ah," Thena scoffed, finally moving into the snack line for herself, "so you have heard."
"You seem to have heard about me."
"Everyone has heard about you," she both argued and defended, lest he think she had asked about him at any point.
"And what you think?"
It came out soft, hard to hear over the popcorn and the pretzels and the teenagers screaming at each other behind the counter. She looked over at him, but his face didn't match the almost vulnerable tone of the question.
She straightened her posture again and held her chin high, "you are not as frightening as you think you are."
His eyes slid over to her again, a grin on his face, "you're not as mean as you think you are either."
The two stared at each other, digging as deep as they could without exposing too much of themselves, either.
"Uhm, would you like-"
Gilgamesh slapped the cash on the counter and glared at the kid, "whatever the lady wants."
Thena rolled her eyes, but it couldn't be said that she wasn't laughing just a little. She sighed, looking at the LED screen menus again. "Pretzel bites and a medium iced tea, please."
"Iced tea?"
She glared at his loud and amused scoff. "What of it?"
"Even your drinks are uptight," he snickered at her, although he wasn't arguing against the choice as the employee filled up the soda fountain cup in front of them.
Her eyes narrowed, "I like iced tea."
Gilgamesh held up his hands and leaned off the counter, "I did say whatever the lady wants--the old lady, apparently."
Thena met his sardonic chuckling with her own, "if I am an old bitty then perhaps I should not be dating such a young specimen, then."
"Oh, so we are dating!"
She whipped around, ready to glower and snipe and insult him into leaving. But he reached over her shoulder to accept the drink from the kid and take a sip for himself--the first sip! "Hey!"
Gilgamesh made a display of licking and smacking his lips before slipping the cup into her hand from above and behind her, "I guess it's not vile."
Thena huffed, holding the cup protectively, soiled straw and all. "This better not taste of smoke now."
"Relax, I haven't had any today," he assuaged her, also reaching around her - rude - again for the paper cup of pretzel nuggets. He offered her one, "heard you're pretty repelled by the stuff."
"Oh." Thena accepted a pretzel bite (although, really, weren't they hers?). She turned, still somewhat pinned between him and the front counter, "well...yes."
"I do brush my teeth too, y'know," he gave her another devilish look and leaned closer again, "care to test?"
"Hm," she mused, eyeing him again. She let him drift closer until she could jam a pretzel bite between them, "no."
Gil caught the pretzel bite in his hand as she slipped away from him, rejoining her sister as Dane claimed his and Sersi's seats. The sisters traded a few, quiet words, glancing in both directions as they did. Sersi was visibly charmed by Dane.
Thena glanced briefly in Gil's direction, but that was definitely a smile on her face, "perhaps."
He took that as a good thing, walking over with the pretzel bites to her iced tea. "Well?"
Thena merely held her hand out for him to approach the counter himself.
He smirked again, dragging her with him by the wrist and then throwing his arm around her much smaller shoulder when he got up front. "Two for the same movie as them."
The young man eyed them, nothing short of confused at the display Gilgamesh was putting on. He scanned the tickets, "enjoy the movie."
Gil angled Thena to look at her again. She glared at him for man-handling her. He grinned, "I think I will."
#Thenamesh AU#thank you so much for the ask dearest!#I did change some of the details for the story#I hope that's okay#I really did enjoy writing it!#first of all let's face it#Ikaris would definitely the pigheaded senior who wants to hook up with Sersi#and he and Thena hate each other for a multitude of reasons#but plots like this are so cruel#and frankly my boi Gilgamesh will not be buying women like chattle#this is why a story like this doesn't work for a remake#but we're here to make it work!#poor Gil has this reputation for being this terrifying specimen#when he is IN FACT a cinnamon roll#Dane offers to pay for the date and Gil says isn't that a little misogynistic?#does he want them both to get killed by the Shrew herself?#but he's intrigued by her#he's seen her around he knows she's not a people person#but god is she pretty#beautiful even#and maybe he thinks it's funny to lock horns with her a little#because it's the only thing that seems to make her laugh#Thenamesh 10 Things AU
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Oh my god. I will never be calm about this. I feel like I've been staring at it for hours. Thank you @scriberated for this most beautiful gift!
So I had a silly thought a few months ago: "What if Gil-galad and Celebrían were in love?" It would be doomed, and tragic, and right up my alley. (Naturally from there I devolved into chaos and now I have a new favorite rarepair.)
Into Darkness Fell His Star was my exploration of that question and my love letter to Gil-galad (the best High King of the Noldor).
Here is an excerpt that leads into the scene so stunningly illustrated:
“I want to dance with you beneath the stars,” he says, and then the words come rushing forth. “I want to see you smile as you once did. I want to shelter you from every manner of darkness, every shadow. I want—” He is a selfish bastard for saying these things out loud, for offering something that he cannot give. His life is not his own, his fate is not his own, and yet… “I wanted to lay you down and make love to you until despair and shadow were but faint, passing memories and there was nothing before us save for the very vision of our hope: a home in this world so bright and beautiful.”
Tears shimmer in her eyes unshed and he hates so much that he could be the cause of a single one of them. But better that she weep now for a time than all the long days of her life when he is not there to comfort her.
“But you cannot,” she says softly.
“I cannot.”
The words lie heavily between them and he finds himself wishing she would respond in anger because her sorrow is almost too much for him to bear. But she does not spare him her sorrow; she holds his gaze as though begging him to remember this moment. And he will. He will remember it always when he thinks about what might have been in a world without darkness.
Finally, she takes a step back, toward the stone wall of the garden maze. But she does not turn away from him. She holds out her hand to him. “If this is to be the end, will you not dance with me beneath the stars, my king?”
And because he is so very weak, he takes her hand.
Needless to say, I am obsessed with this is will be forever. It is wild to see something that existed only in your brain come to life.
Art by @ssuzu. Seriously incredible.
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Hey guys! Haven’t posted in a while but I HAVE been working on some personal Monster High g3 rewrite stuff (mainly the design but..)! Designing them was fun and easy but coloring is a separate type of hell. I have designs that have okay coloring but I feel I could do better on (Howleen and Twyla), designs that I don’t really like the color scheme anymore (Lagoona), and designs I straight up want to redo (Kuma) but here are what I have! I’ll also add some stuff that I changed about them personality wise underneath their respective pictureee
(From left to right)
Draculaura, Howleen, Twyla
Draculaura (sophomore) is still a workaholic obsessed with being study-filled in school and work life. For the most part, she didn’t change much, but she’s more prone to being passive aggressive because of the stress that school and work can bring to her. She’s working on the anger stuff but not so much with taking a break,, (the boo crew is trying to help her don’t worry)
Howleen is also mainly the same as g3. She has a really cute sibling relationship with Romulus and Barkimedes acting as their younger sister who believes she’s the older one (she’s a freshman in my version). She also has a sibling relationship with Clawdeen and helps Clawdeen get around the wolf pack easier. She has a fat crush on Twyla too urrm lesbian??!?? In my universe of g3, there’s also a specific way that the school does the wolf pack hierarchy whatever thing. I’m not going to get too into it, but Romulus is the leader (he’s a junior and lately there have been a gap between leader and second in command with senior and sophomores) and Howleen is under his command, taking notes from him and learning from him as well!
Twyla (freshman) doesn’t have much to her yet, but she’s really fun currently! I have thought of some little gags with her and she constantly having bugs in her hair and her eyelashes always have some dust on them. She usually hides away in the library and she has a fun dynamic with the moth teacher.
Romulus, Barkimedes
I have so much with them I’m not even going to get into it all guys (I am biased and they are my absolute favorite). But they’re fun trust (I’ll make a separate post about what I’ve planned for them in the future maybe). Also they’re dating 😁 (both are juniors)
Lagoona, Gil, Frankie
Lagoona (sophomore) had one of the most dramatic personality changes,,, She’s a lot more airheaded and bubbly now! She can make bubbles from her mouth, she runs a bit weird (it’s always a mindless side to side I love her sm), she speaks slow but not slow enough to where it’s hard to keep up, I honestly love her. She still can get a little crazy and is constantly meat hungry! She is also NOT stupid, she’s very smart and very athletic so don’t take her for granted! She’s apart of the swim team and does tennis as well! She also has a crush on Gil ^^
Gil (sophomore) didn’t get as drastic of a personality change, but his design is a curious one! He’s from a simple but respectably small pond and is based on bottom feeder fish (hence the long mouth and always looking like he’s frowning). Compared to Lagoona, he doesn’t have sharp teeth or claw-like fingers, he’s practically harmless honestly. He’s not that athletic but he obviously does and can swim. He’s a bit of a dork but also charismatic in some ways! I still need to think more about him but that’s what I have
Oh my lord Frankie (sophomore)! They also have a noticeable change, not too dramatic though. The main difference is their Mad Scientist alter ego “Plasma K” that spawn out of them whenever they work on a project or brainstorm. A wild and lightning energetic persona pops out believing that whatever they are making is their new Magnus Opus, the new technology that people will beckon and call after, the new GOD OF THE WORLD! This persona only lasts around 30 minutes to an hour, but my god do they make an impact on everyone!
Toralei, Kuma, Spectra
Toralei (sophomore) hasn’t changed much at all. Something new I’ve added however is a simple rivalry with Romulus and her as well as friendship between her and Heath.
I gave Kuma (senior) a human design because I’ll be so for real it’s lame as hell that he’s straight up just some bear,,, like at least give him clothes. So for Kuma I plan on changing his design and clothing a bit when I redesign this redesign,, he’s based on Teddy bear-like clothes and cabin wear,, Also he likes rocks so much!! He wants to be those scientists that study rocks (I forgot what they were called).
Spectra is a character I’m having horrible trouble with tbh. She’s going to be apart of the morning news crew (when MHG3 adds Honey Swamp it’s OVER for all of you guys I love her I love her) as well as the newspaper club. She died around 1970s ish and has been apart of Monster High for a looong time, basically a permanent member. She is a teen (junior), she will always mentally be a teen. I’m wondering if I can make her lore and involvement in MH less convoluted, but this is what I currently have for her.
Purrsephone and Meowlody!
I don’t have much for them yet,, sorry,, But they do have relationship stuff! At first, Romulus and Meowlody started on the wrong foot but after a while they become great friends! Purrsephone and Barkimedes were friends from the start despite never knowing each other lol. Purrsephone and Howleen become friends because while Purrsephone likes drums to become a professional later in life, Howleen likes them as a hobby! Another thing, their designs are kind of like “popstar” and “rockstar” which I find cute^^
Yeah that’s basically it I am SICK of writing but I really do hope you enjoy my additions!! If there are some criticisms you want to give, just comment and I’ll take them into consideration! Hopefully I’ll make another post with some of the other characters I didn’t show! Ok bye bye
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Dramas for the first half of 2023
Now that we are six months into 2023, time to do one of these posts. I am gonna include both Korean and Chinese dramas, because why not and any drama I even checked out is on it.
DRAMAS WATCHED
29. Romance of Twin Flower (China) - make it cease existing! My favorite het web novel got murdered and then had its grave spat on.
28. Dominator of Martial Gods (China) - if MST3K still existed, this drama would be prime material for it.
27. Wanru’s Journey (China) - acting. Try it!
26. Royal Rumors (China) - they tried acting. But forgot to try having a functional screenplay on top.
25. The Last Princess (China) - acting is nonexistent and the story is trash but it never aspired to be what it wasn’t and was kinda cute.
24. Oasis (Korea) - great acting in a story with a screenplay that goes round and round fruitlessly like a hamster in a cage.
23. The Trust (China) - the OTP in this one swaps bodies but it would have been better for everyone if whoever made this and an actual competent writer swapped theirs.
22. Snow Eagle Lord (China) - yet another drama in which Xu Kai does his best to keep acting opposite a wooden costar and through a terrible screenplay. There is something seriously wrong with that man’s career choices.
21. Heartbeat (Korea) - the good: it’s harmless. The bad: it’s harmless.
20. Back from the Brink (China) - ummm the people are pretty? And if I were 10 I’d be all about this show but as is...
19. Joseon Attorney (Korea) - slightly less fun than reading a legal treatise.
18. The Starry Love (China) - the definition of a xianxia playing it safe and pastel; I did love the secondary couple a lot but it was not enough to save that snoozefest of a drama.
17. Chong Zi (China) - badly acted and a screenplay that somehow manages to be both repetitive and disjointed. But I am a sucker for the shizunfucker trope so here we are.
16. Island (Korea) - a mess but Kim Nam Gil is hot with a sword.
15. Circle of Love (China) - rationally, a hot mess. But so entertaining and addicting and fall of make outs of epicness!
14. Lady Durian (Korea) - makjang from the Queen of Makjang and with that scrumptious cast! This is gonna be GOOD!
13. The Forbidden Marriage (Korea) - sweet and oddly charming despite nobody in it bothering to act much.
12. Pledge of Allegiance (China) - the way they had to edit it likely due to censorship made it less than it what could have been but still more than most dramas this year.
11. Choice Husband (China) - delicious cliches and tropes and angst in the rain!
10. Hidden Love (China) - to make ME of all people to care about a fluffy modern is a bona fide miracle but the two mains are chemistry machines who portray longing so well.
9. Gone with the Rain (China) - wildly uneven but our heroine and the sexy general she eventually chooses are pure gold!
8. The Secret Romantic Guest House (Korea) - how to do youth sageuk right. Everything about this just works!
7. Alchemy of Souls: Light and Shadow (Korea) - it has flaws but is so gorgeous and full of longing and grief and everything good!
6. Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938 (Korea) - a sequel/prequel that is almost as good as the original, how often does that happen?
5. See You In My 19th Life (Korea) - wacky and grieving, delicate and odd, this is everything I ever want in a kdrama.
4. Call It Love (Korea) - a truly exquisite story of trauma and loneliness and healing and love.
3. Till the End of the Moon (China) - gloriously messy in every way this is just MORE. The ending is enraging and there are issues but when it hits, it hits so hard the rest of it does not matter - the dark characters, the dysfunctional love story, the battles, the insane visuals, the EVERYTHING of it. This is what fantasy should be like.
2. Chang Feng Du/Destined (China) - came out of nowhere to own my heart via its story of growing up and finding love and slow organic relationship building and keeping your soul in a world of horrors.
1. The Ingenuous One (China) - the best one, so I am gonna talk about it below.
FAVORITE DRAMA
The Ingenuous One - so impossibly solid, from acting to visuals to screenplay to EVERYTHING! Adult characters with adult issues and choices, both moral dilemmas and battles equally compelling. The love stories, the friendships, the shades of grey. This is utterly and completely adult.
WORST DRAMA
Romance of the Twin Flower - if I could make one drama cease to exist, this would be it.
FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER
Tantai Jin, Till The End of the Moon - the best character this year hands down - by turns (and timelines) unhinged monster, a contained saint, a victim of abuse trying to attain being viewed as human, a schemer, a ruler, grief personified, curiosity and monstrosity and nobility all mingled.
Runner up: Jang Uk, Alchemy of Souls - sunshine boy gone dark and grieving, but still with that same core of steel.
FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER
Shim Woo Joo, Call It Love - she’s damaged and impulsive and relationship-phobic and revenge driven and glorious!
Runner Up: Shu Ya Nan (The Ingenuous One) - allowed to be tough and dark and with her own agenda and not a member of a good sect and just so cool.
NEEDS TO BE MURDERED
Han Dong Jin’s Mom, Call It Love - that woman was horrifying and the source of so much of his trauma; a real realistic monster petty in all ways except for the damage she inflicted.
FAVORITE SHIP
Gu Jiusi/Liu Yuru, Chang Feng Du - wholesome and helping each other grow and talking it out but also there is blood feeding and midnight rescues and everything. They are good but not in the least boring.
Runner Up: Woo Joo/Dong Jin, Call It Love - two wounded souls finding such slow but such amazing healing with each other.
FAVORITE SECONDARY OTP
Su Ming Yu/Ke Menglan, The Ingenuous One - there’s actually been a lot of good secondary OTPs this year (General x Fox in TTEOTM, Investigator x Princess, TIO, Rang/Mermaid, TOTNT1938) but these two owned my heart - gentleman merchant x gambling hostess ftw.
NOTP
Romance of Twin Flower - they took my favorite het novel OTP, smart and coldblooded and forces of nature and turned them into THAT?
SHIRTLESSNESS AWARD
Xiao Hong Ye, Circle of Love - guy was a terrible abuser but those pecs were the real sin!
CRAZIEST FUNFEST
Circle of Love - screenplay written by rabid monkeys and populated by a bunch of psychos but such ridiculous, irresistible fun!
FAVORITE SCENE
Tantai Jin confronting Li Susu in jail, Till the End of the Moon - the energy, the intensity, the darkness the EVERYTHING.
BIGGEST CRUSH
Li Gong Quan, The Ingenuous One - yeah whatever, I realize he’s a minor character but I loved him so much! The whole having to bring down your benefactor who’s gone evil tho you are in love with his daughter should have been a whole other drama!
BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER
Chen Wende, Gone with the Rain - most of this drama is not that exciting but whenever his King of Trolls hot general shows up, I sit up and pay attention. I am 35 eps deep because of him.
NEEDS A SEQUEL
The Ingenuous One - I am dying to see what happens to royal investigator and supposedly dead princess, how our OTP will travel the world, the merchant and his lady, Ten Taels and his orphans and his girl and just everything. I loved these people so!
NEEDS A DIRECTOR’S CUT
Till the End of the Moon - it was clear they cut a BUNCH in the last third to fit the ridiculous new “40 eps or bust” rule and it would flow so much more smoothly if it was allowed to breathe.
NEEDS SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT
Romance of Twin Flower - it should have been shredded into nonexistence sorry not sorry.
TOO MANY SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT
Pledge of Allegiance - this drama was good but had gaping lacunae where too many scissors were taken to it for censorship reasons; I am surprised even what’s left was allowed to air tbh but still...
TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE
Shrill = cute - I see it every year, I hate it every year.
FAVORITE TROPE WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF
Hot Men Whump - come one, TTEOTM alone would fill the quota but we also had CFD, Call It Love, See You in my 19th life etc etc.
BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT
Back from the Brink - it’s based on a novel by an author whose other novels (Zhao Yao, Blue Whispers, Mulberry Song) I adore and the novelist was the screenwriter so I was so excited. But it was a juvenile, flat mess that de-powered the heroine and taught me that yeah, sometimes the writer should not adopt their work.
BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE
Chang Feng Du - I loved the novel but the trailers were a fluffy bland disaster and I checked it out with zero expectations. However, this is a glorious adaptation, a lesson in how to transport a massive novel on screen into slim 40 eps and to account for changes in medium and stricter censorship restrictions for dramas versus books while keeping the essential vibe of the original.
BEST NON-2023 DRAMA I’VE WATCHED IN 2023
The Imperial Doctress (China) - the pining the pining by the Hot Emperor! This is like all my web novel dreams come true!
MOST ANTICIPATED
A Journey to Love/Prisoner of Beauty/My Journey to You/Kunning Palace - maybe one of them will air before the world ends.
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The Winchesters Pilot - What do we know about the box?
Was that Samuel Campbell at the beginning?
The paper Mary found describes a magical box and says:
Follow the path of 1 toward Heaven.
Second spot is four less seven
Find the forth behind Hells door,
Six suns set on the Western floor
I will always lead you here,
Ending the darkness that we all fear
My first thought was THE EMPTY - and I Screamed.
but once I calmed down I started thinking dimensions and the Acreda. there are also strong Amara vibes I am choosing to ignore.
We have seen a demon get sucked inside, into this tiny box.
So either it's a trap or it's a door.
If it's a door I would expect it goes to another dimension.
Either way - what happens if a person we care about at some point gets sucked into the box too? 🤔 hrmm (don't hurt Lata!)
The MoL locked it up for a reason - which they wouldn't do if this awesome piece of tech was a no downsides monster trap. So maybe it can suck people in or the Acreda can use this to cross over.
Per @greatcometcas Akreda is ancient Greek for Locusts and doesn't that just have Vibes.
The paper also had these symbols on it, one of which Samuel someone with a bag with the initials S.C. wrote in blood to open the Manhole of Letters at the beginning of the episode. (A bit of digital manipulation and highlighting) I was convinced the symbols would combine together to create the Men of Letters symbol. No such luck yet. Unless we separate them into their base ancient ruins. ...
Started with the assumption that this person was Samuel - possible Tom Welling stand-in notwithstanding - that leads me to some questions.
Apparently the symbol he drew into the dish is called an Odal Rune or an Othala. (thank you @swordofsun!) Unfortunately I know it as a symbol co-opted by nazis, but it's is one of the oldest and most widely used runes in ancient Norse, Germanic, and Anglo-Saxon cultures. It was used for the “o” sound and is symbolic of lineage and genetic inheritance.
So - so I had been assuming this Indiana jones looking man was Samuel Campbell, but is he? I still think that is most likely but it feels like this symbol should have been drawn in MoL legacy blood to open the door. We've seen that before. I'm fine with that being unnecessary, but it would be fun if that meant 1) Samuel had ties to MoL 2) The Campbells have some history with the Acreda or 3) That isn't Samuel.
This is about when @wigglebox asked me if that man looked like Jensen and, now that you mention it.... I don't see bow legs, but it does kind of look like the back of his head?
Is this Jensen/Dean? Is this Henry/Gil? Is this just Samuel/Tom?
IDK. Someone tell me who this looks like to you, where my hand freaks at?
I want it to be Dean, he's a legacy and it would be a fun twist, but I think Dean would be better able to handle himself and he's wearing a wedding ring so for that to be Dean he'd have to be married to Cas at this point - Which obv means I am fully on board 😂💙💚.
Nah, I think it was likely Samuel.
Symbols on the paper (bear with me there are a LOT of interpretations online and I do not know what I'm doing):
MoL Symbol - Unicursal Hexagram associated with symbolic magical, and spiritual connections. "Our crest. The Aquarian Star, representing great magic and power. They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself." Combination of 2 Kauną (see below) and an ᚷ? (top right)
Apparently this is a combination rune used for protection - or protection of family. I feel like this looks like it's a combination of the two symbols Inguz - fertility or love and Isa/Isaz - ice or death. ᛝ + ᛁ (Top left)
Raido ? - Journey - combined with the symbol for message / god / odin. AR . Also seeing people referring to this as Energy - getting real "the heroes journey" vibes, Robbie. ᚮ + ᚱ
upside down Othada - apparently the main meaning of a reversed othada is “loss of home”? ᛟ
This one I could not find - the only combination I was able to come up with was a double ᛜ a ᛜᛜ which is an inguz from a different culture. Meaning seed, or energy. Creation. - Maybe the duplicate means destruction / the darkness? Like a reverse? It could just as easily be 2 Othadas doubled back on themselves which would be fun thematically.
Othada / Odal- Heritage/Legacy/genetic inheritance or separation or possession ᛟ
combination of Kauną/Kenaz & Igus ᚲ + ᛜ - getting so many interpretations off of these - Kenaz - love/relationship/fire, Igus seed/energy/creation.
If I didn't know better - and I think I do - I'd think this was about Amara - the elusions to god (reverse) and the darkness. But given what we already know I expect this to be about the Acreda. Mostly I think this is a warning about an interdimensional door. I was clowning for a second when I found an interpretation relating to a journey in time, but I don't think it holds up.
Thank you to @escapingpurgatorypodcast @endofthebookpod & dearly to @deanncastiel for the image source!
I sincerely hope someone who knows better can make some sense of this
#the winchesters spoilers#the winchester speculations#tw meta#spntw meta#tw tinhatting#(although it could also be a combination of the symbol for year and two symbols for elk. help. this is too available for interpretation)#original content#DOES ANYONE KNOW ABOUT ANCIENT RUNES? HELLO?#chuck won#supernatural meta#tw acreda#apollo#akreda#akrida
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Pink Ladies Ep 8 Thoughts..
Episode 8.. Was rough.
Here are my thoughts.... Not that anyone asked for them.
The fact that Jane has to run away from both Buddy and Richie made me shake my head, and the fact that the Pink Ladies mention that she has 2 potential dates to worry about whereas they don't gave me the best of friends vibes.
Richie looking hurt, but still understanding of Janes decision about going to the Ball with the Pink Ladies. God. Man.
The internalized lecture she gave herself after he left. Say what you will, we've all had a moment like that. Like 'why did I say that?"
Gil coming in to the Frost Palace like a force and even after trying to shake the nerves out, him smacking books out of some persons hands never fails to make me laugh.
I gotta say that I FREAKING LOVE THE FACT!! That Gil respected both Richie and Olivia enough to WAIT UNTIL he got the brothers blessing to move in and ask her out. And as soon as he has an opportunity to do it, he goes straight for it! Atta boy! Get your girl!
Olivia making him WORK for it with his hunt for nickels.
Hazel. And Wally.
Buddy looking visually a little rougher pleases me. Takes Jane's news well enough on the chin.
Gil being nervous and kinda skirting how he feels about her. .. My sweet boy..
Making nickels outta dimes... All I could think of.
Lydia walking by and Cynthia TRACKING here.
Nancy having a meltdown over her infatuation.
Nancy dropping a big C and Cynthia sounding so concerned.
"Its worse than cancer... Its inside of me. Growing. Spreading."
"A child?'- My roommate.
Cynthia being shook that Nancy has a thing for Potato. Both are probably shocked as hell..
Crushing Me is a western bop.
Potato looking thrilled and kinda scared of Nancy never fails to make me laugh...
Dot looking crushed..
Shy Guy looking subtly thrilled and SLIDING to go sit with the gang and tell them.
Classic Pink Ladies. Put their mind to it, they got dates in 5 minutes.
Richie chilling in the TBird, jacket off, looking at a lighter... Mmm. Yum.
Richie comforting Dot and deciding to go the the ball together is just... so pure. But what he says to her about how the person he likes going with someone else... "I know how that one HITS." And for Richie, they just keep on coming.. Then again, he's used to it. And Dot recognizing pain, offers him a lolly like someone does a drink or a cigg. And her lighting up at going together.
The whole PTA meeting... Just. Don't even get me started. Spelling in front of high schoolers? Are you kidding me? What about the others who's ears aren't covered?!
The more the girls are together, the more I love their dynamics. Jane and Olivia gushing together over the décor, the way they boost Nancy up in all her... Nancyness intensity. And the way Jane reacts when Cynthia comes into view. In a dress.. Just.. sweet girl.
Olivia and Mr. Daniels... GoFUCKYourself. No. Everything. About. You. NO!
Olivia almost using 'I have a date' like a goddamn shield...
Wally being charming AF when Hazel is nervous is just.. Daw.
Buddy looking FOUL and guilty to his dad who tries to dismisses it.
I thought it would pan over to Jane but the fact that it was Richie! Hooo boy!
And the look he sends over his shoulder before it softens in Jane's vague direction... God. Add in the fact that Richie was at a casino acting out when Jane got the news that she lost, and then to hear that after she lost, she didn't even lose fairly because Buddy's dad cheated... My first thought was that he couldn't go an tell her or even comfort her.. And the anger he must've felt to hear that his girl got cheated out and that Buddy hasn't come clean when he 'wants too'.... Lot to process.
The Pink Ladies hyping up eachother. The Birds being awkward around them..
Gil's comment about being a cartoon wolf around Olivia killed me!
Gil being nervous when he hands her the corsage... YOU CAN SEE HIS HANDS TREMBLE!
Richie keeping his reactions to Dot pleasantly neutral. He only livens up with Jane.
Dots Sandy Reference!
In my opinion, Richie's (Jonathan Neives) performance this episode seemed.... I dunno... weaker? than previous episodes, but when he was with Jane, he seemed to really be himself. Am I just being crazy?
Susan taking the Pink Ladies side in both the dance counsel and when talking to her mother made my opinion of her lift up a little.
The conversation between Susan and her mother.. And the doctor... 'Buddy had a right to know...'
Holy. Shit.
Like, it makes sense and it does check off the classic box of head cheerleader and top quarterback... That is how you say something without saying something.
Richie cant miss an opportunity to even subtly flirt with Jane. And the way she smiles back at him... Just.. My babies!
Dot picking up on vibes. They are kind hard to miss
Gil being a 'respectful dancing distance away' from Olivia until she pulls him in and the way he melts against her. And her giggle!
Cynthia and Shy guy.. The whole scene is (as weird and bad as this is gonna sound) a good kind of cringe. But Shy guy... My sweet boy.
Richie and Jane having 'ideas'!
Breaking my hear kid! Fly free!
Fly free!
It'll probably be an unpopular opinion but I'm glad we didn't get a kiss between Richie and Jane, especially right after Dot took 'one for the road.' And how he looked at Jane when she did it like...
He wiped his mouth with his hand. I was both pleased and kinda offended in a good way..
"What about Buddy?"/"What about him?" The way his face subtly changes! AND THEY PLAYED THEIR SONG! I started humming 'Carelessly' and then FREAKED OUT!
BORN.TO.HAND.JIVE!
Olivia going after Susan.. is justified but scorpions can still sting eachother.. And dishing out poison like its shots goes out to anyone and everyone she can.
S.O.A.B.. Buddy didn't even come out and say it himself... But when it's already out there, he caves.
Richie just trying to keep things calm... I felt kinda robbed that we didn't get a.. bigger reaction out of him.. And how he just pushes Buddy away..
Oh DOT! Damn! Dot!
Wally and Hazel knowing that shits about to go down and need to GTFO.
When we see Richie and Buddy.. I won't call it fighting.. It's more like a decent tousle. "GeT him Richie!"
Wally and Hazel. The Stars and the Sea. Cuties.
"That's. Not. Fair." I swear, that saying makes my eye twitch.
"If you would just Pick a side. Pick a boy." AND THE FACT THAT JANE doesnt respond. Say what you will, but Richie and Olivia make solid points, even when they are hurt/mad.
HE'S IN JAIL?! Olivia! WTAF ARE YOU DOING?!
Nancy looking as broken as the window....
#grease: rise of the pink ladies#richie valdovinos#jane facciano#richie x jane#wally x hazel#olivia x gil#spoilers#personal thoughts#potato x nancy
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One thing I really wasn’t expecting but appreciated seeing in episode 150 was just how battered Shoal was compared to previous flashbacks we’ve seen him in. In Herm’s drawing, Herm’s memories and Siren’s memories, we see that Shoal has some scars here and there, with his main one being across his face. Importantly though, I haven’t spotted any major new scars between Siren’s memories and Herm’s memories, with the only exception being the scar he’ll likely get from that injury we saw him treating before he left Herm’s place. Due to his overlay, it’s impossible to prove if he had any new scars on his chest and tail during that time, but overall, it seems like Shoal didn’t get too many new scars from before he left the castle, to when Herm saw him last.
Now with episode 150, we have our first full flashback with him where his complete face isn’t obscured and god…just look at him in comparison.
He has new scars everywhere: on his face, his ears, his neck, around his gils, his arms and his hands. Most notably for me, he has now has a scar on his left cheek like Siren, feeding into the increasing parallels we’re seeing between father and son in their respective journeys. Getting back on track, like with Herm’s memories, we don’t know if he has any new scars on his chest and tail because of his overlay, but considering the number of new scars he has, I wouldn’t be surprised if he does.
Those two years between Herm last seeing him and him staying at the sanctuary weren’t kind to Shoal and it shows, both physically and mentally. If she wanted, Wendy could have just added a few new visual scars and left it at that, but she went full in and I think it did an incredible job in displaying the toll his journey has taken on him, making this flashback with him even more heartbreaking as he delves into all his doubts and guilt surrounding his decision.
Part of me wonders if something specific happened during that two year period that caused Shoal to get such an increase in scars, or if the curse was affecting him more as he traveled further away from elements of the ocean he was more familiar with. With the parallels between him and Siren, he could have gotten in an accident that forced him to rest for an extended period like Siren did when he was killed and brought back to life (though Shoal’s injuries obviously wouldn’t be as…severe). If something like this did happened, again, like Siren, this could have been the time his guilt really started to dig its teeth into him.
It’s very likely I’m overthinking though, cause again, there’s a whole two year gap between him staying with Herm and staying at the Sanctuary, with him being on the hunt for an alternative solution to the curse for six years at that point. There is already plenty of time available for guilt and doubts to eat away at someone at the point, even without being forced into a situation where you have limited things to do other than think
#If he’s still alive#I’m so curious to see what Shoal looks like in the present#cause it’s possible that he could have lost an eye and/or hand at this point in time#castle swimmer#shoal#castle swimmer shoal#castle swimmer rambles
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Gilbert von Obsidian. Chapter 1.
Developer's Disclamer: Gilbert's Basic Story contains major spoilers for each character's main story. Please read with caution.
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A few years ago.
One day in Rhodolite there was such a strange incident, like a joke of the gods.
A black-haired boy is sitting on a barrel in a empty alley, reading in an ancient language a book about the history of the continent that is difficult to understand, even for scholars.
Black-Haired Boy: Hey...why are people in power always rotten?
Next to him sits a blond boy with blue eyes. He too is reading.
Black-Haired Boy: They say continental history is the history of the nobility, but there are no good men.
Black-Haired Boy: Those who murdered their kin and gained the throne, those who expanded their territory by organizing other countries, those who turned a blind eye to the suffering of their people.
He would like to see someone good take the throne for once.
Back-haired boy : ...No, I wonder if such a man can't leave his name in history.
Blond Boy: No wonder. In a modern society where the class system has become common sense, the monarch who seeks love and equality must be eliminated first.
Blond boy: Once you hold on to power, you can never let it go.
His comrade reluctantly agrees.
Black-Haired Boy: I think humans are conscious creatures by nature.
Blond Boy: According to your theory, there are no real villains in the world.
Black-Haired Boy: Yes, because the essence of man is "love".
Black-Haired Boy: I like people.
The blond-haired boy thinks his mate is dreaming, but the brunette waves him off, saying he's just a kid.
The blond boy laughs.
The black-haired boy's red eyes were full of love and kindness.
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Our days.
The princes of the domestic political faction hold meetings. They want to convince the aristocracy and ministers that a meeting between the countries is necessary. And Obsidian will stay for the meeting.
Domestic Bureaucrat: Their betrayal of the past has remained undisclosed to this day.
Ten years have passed since Obsidian suddenly attacked Rhodolite.
Leon says that Obsidian hasn't shown diplomacy before, we should let their representative stay.
Leon: And if anything happens, Chevalier and I will take responsibility.
The official finally relents, but immediately turns the bureaucrat's attention to the heroine.
What is the point of this woman? Why is she here?
After she was Gilbert's date at the ball, she's being treated warily.
But the guys in Leon's faction are protective of her.
Yves mentions that their allies don't mind her presence.
Luke sits next to her.
Luke: Eh, it's a really bad atmosphere.
He's here because he's the new prince.
Luke asks, tiredly and a little annoyed, what does the bureaucrats know about Gilbert?
Invincible Marshal, arrogant member of the imperial family, world disaster, etc.
Luke: These are all just stories. You don't know his real identity, do you?
Luke: Suddenly he could just fall in love with Mirana at first sight.
(No, that will never happen. )
Bureaucrats: 🤨😒
Leon is laughing.
Jin is supportive. MC is a beautiful woman.
Luke wants to leave and take the girl with him.
Leon gives him permission.
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Garden.
Luke brings her here to relax. He strokes her head.
If she gets in trouble, he'll help her.
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Their idyll was interrupted by Gilbert.
The beautiful garden turned to hell with his arrival.
Awkwardly looking around, MC saw a black figure among the windswept petals.
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Gilbert: Hello. Perhaps you were in the middle of a secret date?
Luke: Alone. If you know, stay out of the way.
Gil doesn't like it. Luke tells him not to be jealous.
(...Luke doesn't change his attitude at all, even toward Prince Gilbert.)
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Gilbert notices the sadness on MC's face. Has someone been making fun of her? She denies it.
Gilbert: I hate lies.
Luke defends MC. If anyone is bullying the girl, it's Gilbert. Luke steps forward, shielding the heroine from the Prince of Obsidian.
Luke: Because your very existence is horrible. Don't scare MC.
Gilbert: Eh, that's unreasonable. I haven't done anything horrible yet.
MC doesn't like his words. He doesn't want her to be afraid.
He wants to deepen their friendship.
He thanks the girl for escorting him to the ball.
The prince ignores Luke.
Gilbert: Shall we go together now?
Just the two of them, so no one gets in their way.
The girl is not stupid, she understands that he is interested in her for a reason. He wants to know if she is "Belle".
Luke: What are you thinking?
Gilbert: I'm only thinking about strengthening my friendship with Miss Bunny.
If she keeps looking at him with those sad eyes, he'll be so sad he'll want to kill her.
Gilbert asks Luke to come up with an excuse why he isn't there.
Luke is not happy. Why should he help Gil?
It's simple: Luke is of the foreign policy faction, and the girl is the lady on whom the future of the country depends. If the Prince of Obsidian doesn't like their behavior, their homeland will die.
(It sounds like a joke, but Prince Gilbert really can do it.)
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1. Please give me time for a consultation
2. ....Even so, I can't take it. ✔
3. Okay, I'll go.
You could pick anything... But my MC is brave... or desperate fool. Maybe he'll like it, though. 💪🏼
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(Even if I'm threatened, it's not something I should take lightly.)
Gilbert: Hmm? You're brave, even though you're scared.
Gilbert: I don't hate you, but I wouldn't want to do something terrible to you if I could.
He grabbed her hand. The coldness of his body could be felt even through his gloves.
It's inhuman cold.
Luke: Gilbert!
Gilbert: It's okay! I won't be cruel.
Gilbert: You should know better than anyone that I'm not lying.
(...What do you mean?)
Luke: ...MC, if you really don't like it, I'll take this guy down.
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The girl had to go with Gilbert. He brought her to the bookstore where she used to work. Today he had reserved that store specifically for them.
It was one thing if it was just a coincidence, but if he had it all figured out...?
Gilbert forcibly led her to the bookshelf.
The heroine loves books, doesn't she?
Gilbert: There are no annoying looks from the yard here. It's the only place where you can get back to your true self.
Gilbert: Are you pale? Aren't you happy?
MC asks how he knows about this place and that she likes books?
It's a secret + he likes to gather information. It's his hobby.
Gilbert: But it's your fault, Belle.
The heroine denies being "Belle."
Gilbert doesn't like lies.
Gilbert: Oh, is this the book you've been so fond of lately?
He pulls a black book with gold letters from the shelf.
The girl is startled by his awareness. She gathers up her courage and asks what his real goal is.
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He doesn't want to threaten her, but wants to be friends.
She refuses him.
But she has no choice. The black book has fallen to the floor.
She has only two choices: volunteer to be friends or be forced to be friends.
He bites her shoulder.
Either she becomes his friend or Belle disappears.
Gilbert: If the king's choice goes back to the beginning, we can buy enough time to lead our troops and invade.
MC: ...Do you really want to go to all this trouble and time to be friends with me?
He likes her question.
Gilbert: You have the most beautiful heart in Rhodolite.
There are different criteria for evaluation.
Gilbert: Let's define beauty in your case as "a stronger feeling of love for others than for yourself."
(You don't have to know anything about me....)
Her pure heart makes him sick.
Gilbert: But you know, I think. No matter how beautiful a man's heart is, the essence of mankind is false love.
Gilbert: To pile up ugly lies and act as if there is love...there really is no such thing.
Gilbert: Even your beautiful heart is nothing more than a trick.
If she stays in court, greed will eventually get the better of her.
And he'd like to see it up close.
Gilbert: I was curious to see how the most pure-hearted woman in Rhodolith would transform.
Gilbert: So, friend. To be near you, the excuse of being a friend is the fastest, right?
(...I may not even understand 10% of Prince Gilbert's story.)
MC tells him that she will remain herself and not live up to the prince's expectations.
Gilbert: Heh, that's funny.
He bites her again.
MC: Please don't bite me!
Gilbert: Did that hurt? I'm sorry.
Gilbert: I like to leave a mark on my favorites. I mean, it's a sign that you're my friend.
Gilbert let go of MC. Turning around, she met his eyes. He was smiling, but his gaze was cold.
(......Looks like a real beast.)
She doesn't feel she can love him.
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Gilbert's Masterlist
#I'm becoming Luke's simp#After the first chapter Luke should have more fans#This is Gilbert's story but Luke... is a sunbeam#....The chapters are very long 🙄#There's that black-covered book again.#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikemen ouji#ikepri translation#ikemen gilbert#gilbert von obsidian#ikemen prince gilbert#ikepri gilbert#gilbert's route#spoilers Gilbert von Obsidian
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About gil's my hot bodyguard event
Me: i want gil's POV
Cybird: here
Me: ... I am even more confused now
Cybird: thanks
These two might as well be doing a comedie routine
... Do you wanna sit in my lap or what?! If I ignore him he comes over and almost sits in my lap!? THAT IS LITERALLY CAT BEHAVIOR LMAOAMNS{€=% I SHOULR DO THIS MORE OFTEN
WHY AM I - KAJSGWKKXHWUZKWKS sorry but this is the kinda thing thay would make me burry my face in my book
Gil: !?! (Did I make the bunny cry already!?)
Me: pff-... Haha...
Gil: you're... Laughing. What's so funny?
Me: *bumps him in the head with the book* if you keep that up too much, it'll give me a big head! :D
Gil: *pinches my cheek hard*
Me: bullying! Bullying!! This is bullying!!!!
AND STOP DOING THR STUFF I DO TO YOU IN MY HWAD IF I HAD A COIN FOR EVERY TIME I THOUGHT OF PINCHING HIS CHEEKS
Yanno there's so much stuff I could if he got so close (altho gil is never careless)....... Ya think i could tickle him? Does gil tickle? Don't tell me I wanna fond out for myself. I'm treating this as a scientifical experiment
Gil: you're supposed to say me
Me: sounds like you have jealousy issues, you should work on that.
Note to self: his breath iS cold, it's in the canon
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Gil: don't mind me, I I'll just be over here, you go on with hour girl talk
Me:.... That's called third wheeling, you know.
Louise: !!!!?! (HOW DOES SHE JUST SAY THAT TO HIM!?!?)
!?!?!!!??? Soooooo the only time you say my actual name is when I'm just about to hit the last drop?........ I think.... I might push my luck often than necessary if it's like that.
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Yanno, the plot of this was so predictable I wonder if I might as well had gil's pov from the beginning but anyways (I think there would be some power in "he's not fuckin wrong that people that will try to get to him through me will start approaching me, but I'll fuckin risk it anyways")
JOKES ON YOU, I'LL NEVER FORESAKE HUMANITY NEVER
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DID HE JUST SERIOUSLY CALL ME DELUSIONAL??!?!??!
... yanno what. I prefer to have a screw loose.
No but the thought that Gilbert of all people looks at me like "is she insane?" IS SENDING ME. WE GOT MUTUAL FELLING
Yall remember when he said "well i can't drive her mad if she's dead" and I was "LMAO YOU'RE IN FOR A RUDE AWAKENING NEWSFLASH BUDDY"
This situation is so f dire, people's lives are at stake and I'm still over here laughing my ass off. I think I got worse.
HEY!! (kinky)
I CAN'T FUCKIN FIND MY "i wonder what gil's route is gonna be like 💭" post BUT I FUCKIN SWEAR I SAID SOMETHING ABOUT "wanna see how gil reacts to genuine trust"
Gil: no matter where we are, you're gona have to kiss me.
Me: *insert flashback to all the tines I've said i wanna kiss gil* *turns to camere like in fleabag* you ever get what you asked for in the worst way possible?
K but just so you know it would be exactly like me to go the fuck on about how i wanna kiss someone only to chicken the f out when push came to shove, even if it wasn't a dubious situation like this
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*GASP* A FLASHBACK WE GOT A FLASHBAXK!!! NABXGAMXKSJJSOMOegkfiyageitaRAITAOTDTUSHDOHFHKCYKXYOFIYDTIDYODIYSTIDTJSTUSKHXHLFYKDYKDYIDJTSTIDYKSRUSRYQRYWTJSPUGCHLCGXHOFYOFIYSRUARUATJFKHDTJARYARYAYSTUWT7STIDOYD4UQRSKYDYIFCVJZGJXMVZHCADKGTSAITSRUDYIDRUAIYDITDTISTISTUA4W3YA46Y9FITAITSRUSTIDTATSUARIARUSOD6IYODOYDYOXHKFGIGXODITD5S5IZTYIDI
Im not normal about it now i just god bored of key smashing.
Baby 🥺 what happened??
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LMAO THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP SUCKER
THEY LITERALLY STARTED GOING ON CIRCLES ANS GIL'S LITERALLY LIKE "ugh. What a farce. Just save me."
I.
I.
I.
I ran out of photos.
OFC i bought the epilogue what do you expect???
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10 BL Boys I Want Carnally
or as close to that as i can get, tagged by @bunnakit !
i had to look deep in my soul and tumblr gifs for this so please enjoy the boys, under a cut to keep the mystery alive for two more seconds
i am very ace so the concept is nebulous, let's just say i feel some type of way... and if you see me call these men my sons it's bc they are, ty for your time <3 also the order is kinda eehhhh general idea, i don't actually keep a mental list it took me hours to make this one 😭
10. pete (kiss me again/dark blue kiss)
do not ask me why idk either... there's just Something i can't explain. also it was between him and knock from together with me so i'm choosing the one that committed less crimes, anyway *holds him up like a potato* i just think he's neat
9. vegas (kinnporsche)
my little meow meow,, my explanation for most of these is just "do i not have eyes", but some (like vegas) are special jsjs in his case kp was the first thai bl i watched, as soon as he became remotely relevant i was obsessed with him and then a rewatch made me finally fall into thai bl as a whole so... thank you for your service
8. gong gil (the king and the clown)
my baby my darling my angel and the reason i even know about lee joongi, the actor i've been following the longest that i remember. i haven't watched tkatk in a while so i don't remember the details that well but i've always loved him, pretty sure he's my first bl boy too
7. xie'er (word of honor)
does he count? is this cheating? idc he's staying either way, MY XIE'ER 😭 will never get over him or his killer eyeliner
6. gaipa (moonlight chicken)
possibly the cutest 30yo man out there, that alone endeared me to him but also the way he is with his mother is just so 🥺 he's so special to me (also the fact that he's 30 AND cute as heck it's just so personal to me)
5. wen (moonlight chicken)
god i wish i could explain what he DOES TO MY BRAIN. some of it is the mix effect but i was normal about mix before wen so... he's so beautiful so magnetic i want to bite him
4. black (not me)
listen- he's my lil murder raccoon i know there's plenty of reasons for him to be as angry as he is for the 90% of his screen time and they're all sad but he's just so attractive like that (even though i'm more of a white girlie most of the time)
3. karan (cherry magic th)
i've only had him for two eps but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself, etc. he's perfect and a nerd and i would love him for any of those two things alone, but they're combined into such a gentle beautiful (inside and out) and sensitive character i jsut love him so much
2. way (pit babe)
so i am definitely not babe, here supporting way's rights and wrongs from day 1. is he pretty? yes. is he evil? quite possibly. do i still want him? also yes. he hasn't touched me so pretty sure his big sad eyes are doing something. to me.
1. sand (only friends)
The Only Man, which is how my non bl friends know him bc i've apparently called him 'the only man i would like if i liked men' more than once ? HIM
special entry: tharn (the sign), yeah this one is definitely cheating
(using the only gif i've made of him so far which isn't great for this but...)
he's so tiny and efficient... like a fiat 500
if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged by me <3
#enjoy#don't ask me how i choose i have absolutely no idea#some aren't even my faves from their series#sasa talks#tag game#10 bl boys i want carnally#kinda
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Thena's Moment
Australia is good. Gil and Thena have a home and most of the time Thena knows where she is.
Most of the time she knows who he is and so most of the time things are good. They stay away from people, they have each other and Gil is very kind and loving, even when things aren't good.
She loves him dearly, even when she doesn't recognize him, even in the moments when she has no control, when Mahd Wy'ry takes over and every living creature near her is in danger.
In those moments she doesn't really know where she is and she doesn't really care. In those moments everything in her mind is on fire and fighting is the only thing that makes sense. Fighting and killing something.
Gil is strong and so he can hold her and bring her back but each time she returns it's with a kind of shattering devastation.
Confusion and pain and fear come back to her. Horrid feelings she can't put words to. Everything breaking in her mind and a million Earth's, little blue planets all alike dying. . .
She doesn't understand it.
It's worse each time and yet each time Gil is there for her, holding her and whispering kindnesses, his hands on her skin and in her hair, his words in her ear gently pulling her back from the brink of something wretched and frightening.
After these times she draws away, shame and the weight of her madness making her isolate herself, even from the man she loves.
She who was once a goddess. . . protector of the city of Athens. . . Name sake for the god of wisdom and warrior too. . .
Yet there are other things that get through the cracks. Things she doesn't understand and yet which fit somehow.
She tries to stay in control, tries to stay Thena whom they all know, whom Gil loves but it doesn't come as easily as it once did.
Even Ajak can't fix her and she knows in some ways that this can't go on forever. She and Gil have had their lives together, they've shared all this. Mahd Wy'ry is going to take her from him completely one day and her biggest fear is that she'll kill him first before it does.
She doesn't want that.
She wants this time with Gil, his beer and his baking, the creations he makes in his ovens and the home they have made together.
She wants to see her family again and fight along side them. She wants to continue being Thena of her family and to see each new sunrise with Gil next to her.
She doesn't want these nightmares of exploding planets and death. . . These dreams that remind her in her most troubled states of imminent doom and something worse she doesn't have a name for.
She forgets as soon as she returns.
All she can feel is the pain, the horror and the fear.
They leave her shaking until they fade and then it's just her and her fractured mind.
Maybe it's selfish to risk so much but Gil tells her it isn't and he takes care of her when she can't take care of herself. He's there for her each day and every night with a smile and a warm hand. . . With a good heart and she loves him for all of their centuries together and the millennia that came before. For everything and the way he smiles.
In their little corner of the world they're safe and the world is safe from her. Here it's just the two of them and while not everything makes sense she's glad they're here.
She's glad she has Gil and perhaps the universe will forget them and let them live just like this a while longer.
Thena can only hope because she knows she won't get better. There is no cure and so all there is is time and the feelings between them.
She can't ask for any more and sometimes she forgets to try.
Sometimes the flat edges of the earth at the corners of her vision are all there are and she knows right where she is. In those moments she knows she 's with Gil and everything is good for at least a while longer.
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When a Petal takes to the Sky | Part 1
Also known as "I wanted to write something without thinking about it so here's backstory for my ffxiv character.
In the deep woods north of Gridania, where the lush trees struggle for dominion against the hard rock of the Abalanthia Mountain Range, a Miqo’te sits on a square wooden platform. It overlooks a small lake, where the opposing waterfall slams onto the water as thunder.
The miqo’te does not seem to mind. She sits on her knees, bent forward slightly while her hands are clasped together. Two black pigtails fall onto her white gi, which in turn drapes over her red hakama. Even though her eyes are closed, her face is one of intense focus. She tucks her ears backwards when a splash of water sends a torrent of droplets towards them, but her eyes remain closed. Though little does she know that something else would come barging in to claim her attention.
An Au Ra stumbles through the narrow path leading up to the platform, wearing a simple white garment that tugs awkwardly on his scales. His face is sweating, and when he reaches the foot of the platform he leans again a tree, heaving his chest up and down.
“Mistress Inari, I humbly apologise for interrupting your prayers, but someone showed up at the temple gate and is refusing to leave,” he says.
The Miqo’te, whose focus had already been broken the moment the Au Ra’s footsteps could be heard breaking the twigs scattered over the pathway. She opens her eyes, a mix of bright red and pink, though she does not offer the Au Ra her gaze.
“If it’s another tradesman offering a ludicrous sum of Gil to witness my ritual dance,” she says, “you have permission to drive a spear through his chest.”
The Au Ra grins, but before he can open his mouth the sound of twigs breaking causes him to turn back.
“Now now, is that how a priestess greets her guests?” a voice calls out from the woods. After which a black-haired Hyur walks into view. He carries himself with grace, adorned by a sly grin plastered on his face that would make most inhabitants of the Black Shroud swoon.
“I come offering nothing but humble promises of wealth and adventure,” he says, holding his hands out in front of him as if offering something to the gods.
The Miqo’te sighs and lets her hands fall to her knees. She bows to the waterfall and gets up, turning around to inspect the new arrival. He’s wearing a leather jacket, accented by white lines and a bright red scarf, the same colour as the goggles nesting in his hair.
“Redbill Leofard, at your service,” he says, swinging his arm in front of him before making an exaggerated bow. The miqo’te nods to the Au Ra, who retreats along the path he came, leaving the Hyur with a final glance of suspicion.
"If it was adventure and wealth I desired, Leofard, I would not be tending to a forgotten shrine in the depths of the Black Shroud."
She walks down the steps of the platform and extends her hand.
"If you came all this way to see me, can I assume that I need not introduce myself?"
Leofard takes her hand with both of his, shaking twice before letting go.
"Your reputation proceeds you, X'nohna Inari of the Sun. It isn't often that we find members of your clan this deep in the Twelveswood."
"You come here often then?" she asks.
X'nohna takes in Leofard at closer range. His red scarf has been cleaned meticulously, while old oil stains colour the weathered leather in dark black.
"No, I shan't say that I do. The sea of clouds keeps my hands tied, lest our coffers grow hungry or our name loses its fame."
"Your name?" X'nohna asks, though she knows perfectly well what he is speaking of. Leofard blinks twice, frowning while he considers his plan of attack.
"Have you not heard of our clan? I beg my pardon, but you must have at least heard my Manacutter slice through the winds on the way here?"
That she had, though her hope was for the Manacutter to continue on its trajectory and leave her woods alone. She crosses her arms and gives Leofard a blank stare.
"We are a clan of sky pirates—"
"That much I can see."
A hint of a blush cobers his face, although X'nohna doesn't notice it. Leofard shakes his head, producing a piece of parchment from his coat. The scroll is old, the edge raffled, though something magical lingers in the fine fabric, that much is certain.
"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. I apologise if I had hung too much importance on old legends."
He holds out the scroll. It is tied together by a black ribbon, where light blue runes light up as soon as he opens his hand.
"For this matter concerns not just the balance of the sea of clouds, but the rivers of the twelveswood as well, and all life that owes its health to those."
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I'm gonna start this off by being self aware. Vriscourse in 2024 is so funny and kind of silly in a way so take as little or as much of this as you want.
I think I should lead in with Vriska is divisive on purpose. Her entire story is rife with places where you can either hate her, love her, or find shades of grey. I love Vriska as a character, but I want to be perfectly clear. Vriska Serket is NOT a good person, but imo very few people are. Narratively speaking Vriska grows up on a hostile planet where she's forced to kill for her Lusus. She also has the influence of Mindfang's journal to contend with. Vriska never knows who she is, she's always living in someone else's shadow and constantly hating it. Yet at the same time she's trying to live her life by some grand formula. Let's take Tavros for example. By virtue of Karkat and the descriptions we get of Alternia we see the word pity used several times when describing Flushed feelings. Can we take it with a grain of salt and assume that Karkat a known romance over enjoyer is being an unreliable narrator? Sure, we can. That said I think that wording is relevant here. In Vriska's head she feels bad for this guy and thinks that she's the only one who can fix him. On top of that you add in that her hero was flush with a powerful bronzeblood and you've put massive blinders on yourself. She becomes so self absorbed with this idea that she ends up going way too far in her efforts to bring him around and pushes heavily past his consent and boundaries. (Looking at that kiss scene). Even after his death she says maybe 2-3 things about ahh man maybe I shouldn't say bad things about that guy anymore or am I bad for killing (another) friend. She's young but I think the lack of remorse is something that matters here when looking at her in adulthood which is what we're really trying to get to here. As for the previous murder it's barely even touched. There's an air of well Aradia killed me back so we're all good. Even though she ascended to God tier and initially Aradia was just a ghost who had to deal with it while Sollux had to cope with the fact that physically it was his body that killed his matesprit. General other beats are the arrogance, easy to anger, and lack of empathy. Which we actually get to see some development on those from pre retcon Vriska! More on that here in a second.
Holy shit Gil, you're rambling so God Damn much why do we care? I don't know, don't ask me, but here's why all that foundation matters. If we're thinking about the theoretical for any Homestuck character as a whole I feel like we have to consider who they are in adulthood. Tons of discussion and debate all circles around "well they were kids!" Okay, well lets talk about what they could be as adults. So with everything we've already brought up about Vriska, how does she act in her 20s? Personally I think she struggles post game. She has no mental purpose for a while and she's in a place where she doesn't have to fight just to live so that means tons of time to sit around and think. We've seen from pre retcon Vriska that when the stress is off she does actually consider what she's done to a degree. Do I think she thinks about Tavros or Alternian sins all that much? No. I think she doesn't like her younger self (like most people) and does what she can to avoid being like that anymore. That comes with painfully slow growth and still a lot of bridges in need of mending. Those same traits of being self centered and needing attention are there but they're a little more tempered. She can at least listen now and has the emotional intelligence to realize when she's hurt someone and actually care about that.
In summary: Vriska is a complicated and flawed character and saying that she did nothing wrong but also saying she did everything wrong are both incorrect. There is nothing defensible about her acts (She fucked up bad) but we can understand why she may have done them without condoning them. As an adult she is still kind of an asshole but she's not to that same level and she gets to grow into a somewhat reasonable adult that is still a dick at times. Also if you got this far then enjoy my shameless Vrisrose propaganda. They get in fights all the time and want to beat the shit out of each other nonstop. Both of them suck and it's so funny.
#homestuck#vriska serket#Text post#Terra rambles#Look I just rambled on because both sides of this suck and there's an easy enough middle ground#And one that feels way more plausible to me
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Hello! For the WIP ask: Salt Liquor (Girl Genius) please?
Salt Liquor! Salt Liquor was a collaboration between myself and the late great (on tumblr; they're still alive and fandom-active) ConstanceComment. Salt Liquor is quite genuinely possibly the best fic I will never write. It had THEMES. It had POLYAMORY. It had POLICE BRUTALITY vs UNIONS vs PROFESSIONAL POLITICAL PLAYERS/TOURIST-SCAMMERS, and all of the above were affiliated with SPEAKEASIES and MOBS.
Salt Liquor is/was a Girl Genius au set in Prohibition Era Atlantic City, New Jersey. OT3 endgame, Gil-centric, ensemble cast, outline of...19 chapters + epilogue? But realistically would've ended up more.
Agatha is the new-in-town farmgirl who is (fully known to her) the lost heiress to the local Romanian Mob (not really historical), here to get the old gang back together and establish herself as the new local power, starting with refurbishing and reopening The Castle, the old Heterodyne club and bar-now-speakeasy.
Tarvek is the slightly-less-new-in-town scion of the Irish Catholic family so deeply enmeshed in Tammany Hall (very much historical) that they may as well be its royalty, here to (per Martellus's plans) fail or (per his plans) succeed beyond anybody's expectations in setting himself up as the new local power, starting with newly opened hotel-casino (speakeasy down below) Stormbreak Hotel.
Gil is the son of the Chief of Police - though his mother is some sort of crime boss in Mexico and these days his twin sister smuggles liquor (and does some light piracy) with their former babysitter. (Klaus would hire Bang to escort them on the train to visit Zanta, when he was too busy to make the trip himself. Gil and Zeetha were accomplices in a lot of crime, growing up.)
At the start, Gil knows Tarvek is a crook and Tarvek knows Gil used to do crime, but neither of them know who Agatha is yet...though Tarvek figures it out much faster. The jägers are present, of course. The Muses are present as Tarvek's core staff of extremely competent, socially underprivileged women whom Tarvek has been hiring as he finds them since the age of like 12. There is an organ trafficking case which turns into a human trafficking case, the mastermind of which is (spoilers) Lucrezia. The climax involves chasing her and kidnapped!Klaus on boats in a rare New Jersey hurricane.
The writing style would've been inspired by hardboiled detective novels - with two amores fatales, obviously.
We have a reasonably detailed outline, about 1.5 chapters of written fic, a (discord? tumblr? facebook?) chat saved into a 119-page document, and 23 pages of "Extra Bits because I Give Up" that are mostly stray scenes of OT3 set after the end of hte fic, including, god bless our nerdy asses, the reaction to the stock market crash of 1929.
It's never gonna get written because I'm pretty sure neither of us wants to do the historical research required to make it really good, and neither of us can tolerate it not being really good.
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stay to burn (only to drown instead): chapter four: thirteen floors [part I]
masterpost | ao3 link
jonathan crane x reader; bruce wayne x reader; edward nashton x reader | warnings: canon typical violence, sexual content | word count: 6063 words
DISCLAIMER: these chapters are not meant to be read alone. not every chapter has content for one of the three pairings listed. this is an ongoing fanfiction that I am cross-posting here on tumblr, not a series of one-shots.
chapter one
November fifth. Gotham Square Garden.
You held a notepad- the kind that detectives in movies used, the flip kind. You’d felt so cool and professional when you picked it up at a stationery store in the Midtown, so ready to take on this project.
You couldn’t remember, now, if you had gotten the notebook before or after the Riddler showed up in the city. You can’t imagine having been excited for the assignment otherwise, just some boring paper on the current mayoral race.
No, the Riddler made it important. So you must have bought it after he killed the Mayor. Maybe after he killed the Police Commissioner, when he was fully revealed to the public.
Even though it had only been a week since the murders began, it felt like a year had passed. You’d traveled all over downtown Gotham, going to events you normally wouldn’t have bothered with.
Your excitement for the assignment had dwindled a bit since the mayor’s funeral, since witnessing the large SUV crash through the wall of City Hall, since seeing Gil Coulson stumble out with a collar bomb strapped around his neck. You’d been escorted out in a hurry, but you craned your neck over the railing anyway, trying to get a better view before they took you out.
Your phone buzzed from inside your pocket, a notification from your friend’s group chat popping up on your screen. You scrolled back through the conversation, returning to the last message you’d read.
Gotham Girlies
Marie: Hey what are you guys doing your final project on for the History of Gotham class? I need to have my proposal in by like last week and I’ve been obvi putting it off.
Lisa: I’m doing mine of the history of women’s rights in the city
Bridgit: Sick
Bridgit: I’m doing some light research into the history of the mob in the city
Bridgit: Gotta be careful tho, you know?
Bridgit: can’t let them know im looking into them lol
You began typing out your response, tucking your notebook under your arm.
I guess mine is more current events but I’m doing it on the current election.
You paused, staring at the message, realizing that saying it was about the current election was kinda a misnomer. Because it wasn’t really about that anymore, was it?
Tho I guess it’s more about the Riddler now, right? Kinda changed the trajectory of the paper but oh well.
You hit send before sliding your phone back into your pocket. The reception wasn’t good at all in the Garden, and you didn't want to bother watching the message try to send for the next minute before it gave up and said it would try again later.
Instead, you looked around the space, your eyes eventually landing on the lighting fixture in the middle of the room. The large screens replayed the same few slides of messages, congratulating Bella for her win (as they should), advertising a pizza place, showing events coming to the Garden. Then your eyes slid upwards from the screen, attention caught by a small flicker of movement. Narrowing your eyes, you tried to figure out what you were seeing.
Huh.
Interesting.
There were people up there.
You couldn’t really make out their features, just their silhouettes and a glint as their outfits reflected the lights in the way that wet waterproof material does.
You remembered wondering if they were part of some maintenance crew, but what kind of maintenance crew would do work on election night or any other big event at the Garden? Shouldn’t that work be reserved for the times where the venue was empty? How unfortunate for them, to need to be all the way up there and doing god-knows-what when there’s a huge crowd below them-
You forget exactly when it truly began. You knew that you were looking up at them, trying to figure out what they were doing, but you had no idea what was going on down below at that moment. What you did remember next was the anarchy after the sharp pop-pop-popping sound began.
The first gunshot, aimed at Real herself, set off the expected chain reaction in the crowd.
Pushing, shoving. The very definition of chaos.
Bodies shoving themselves against you, everyone in FLIGHT mode and making a break for the exits. There was no way to fight it.
Everyone was trying to leave, trying desperately to blend in with the crowd, like they could meld their bodies together and become indestructible. Or at least unnoticeable. The goal was now to not make yourself an easy target to the shooters but there were so many men up there with so few places for you to hide.
You were fish in a barrel.
Glass shattered somewhere above you and you snapped your head backwards, trying to keep an eye on the gunmen while doing your best to remain safe, two seemingly impossible tasks. The large windows at the top of the venue had broken, shards of glass raining down like glittering meteors, but you couldn’t see how it had shattered. Maybe a bullet had ricocheted through the window. Why not, what else could make the night more terrifying?
“Get out of the way!” A man pushed you out of his path, causing you to lose your balance and stagger down a few steps before you completely fell down when you were pushed again by someone else. You caught yourself on your hands, rising up to a kneeling position.
People surrounded you on all sides, yet no one stopped to help you get back up. No one even looked at you on the floor, trying to find a way to stand in the claustrophobic conditions that refused to give way. Whenever you grabbed someone to try and pull yourself up, they yanked their hand back like your touch was a bullet from above.
A horrifying thought crossed your mind, then: what if you didn’t even die due to a gunshot but instead suffocated under the weight of all these bodies?
Somehow, through all of the chaos, you still held your stupid notebook, like it was your lifeline, like it would stop a bullet from piercing through your skin. But what good would a stack of paper do in a human crush? You didn’t know much about them so you had no idea if the crowd was too dense yet. Either way, you didn’t want to find out.
You’ve heard that in an emergency situation your body goes into autopilot, the primal instincts in your brain bypassing any logic and control you had, taking over to take you where you needed to go.
You didn’t feel that here. You felt completely in control and with that you felt completely powerless. You couldn’t pierce through the crowd of panicked people (an emergency pro-tip no one followed: stay calm) and you couldn’t squeeze yourself away from the crowd either (another emergency pro-tip: don’t make yourself an easy target).
You were stuck, kneeling on the floor as the crowd moved around you like a fluid. Eyes sliding closed, you figured that it wouldn’t be that bad to just stay here, right? Maybe you should just drown in the crowd, get it over with. You could allow your breath to be taken away from you, not worry about being shot anymore. Just keep your eyes closed and-
Two hands hooked under your armpits, yanking you back to your feet. Your eyes snapped open and you tried to look around you but whoever deemed you worthy of helping was gone, whisked away by the crowd.
You’d been on the floor for maybe a maximum of thirty seconds but it had seemed like an eternity and now you were back in the sea, moving where you were moved, jostling where you were jostled.
You were able to advance only a few steps when a low groaning reverberated through the Garden.
“Shit, it’s coming down!” A panicked voice hissed from behind you, and you spun around to look back up to the giant display screens. Which were now hanging on by a few (figurative) threads. But it was teetering, hanging at an angle that was certainly not meant to be. A few bodies were hanging from the catwalk, but distantly you could see the silhouette of someone… fighting.
The last thing you really remembered from the night was finally escaping the Garden, bursting through the doors and gasping in the chilly night air, gulping down breaths of it. Emergency vehicles lined the streets around the Garden, their swiveling lights casting blue and red shadows over the street. Blockades had been set up on every intersection around the Garden, crowds of worried citizens and shouting reporters huddled behind them. Police were shouting back, trying to maintain some sense of order.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Swiping past the few Breaking News notifications and campus alerts about the situation you’d just escaped were more texts from your group chat.
Gotham Girlies
Marie: Yeah, this riddle shit is too much right now.
Marie: *riddle
Marie: *RIDDLER damn it
Bridgit: omg
Bridgit: there’s a shooting down at the garden rn
Lisa: No way
(Lisa tagged you in a text.)
Lisa: Wait aren’t you down there right now?!
You closed the notifications after that, the blaise way Bridgit had delivered the news rubbing you the wrong way. Yeah, it had been a weird week, crime wise. At least Lisa remembered you’d been there in the first place. But you could respond in a few minutes, once you’d started to feel more like yourself again. They could handle that if their reaction to the news was equivalent to seeing a minor celebrity from a distance.
You managed to slip away from the Garden without being seen by any of the medics called to the scene. From later pictures of the exterior, you saw that Batman had helped some of the victims, but he mostly helped with hauling the perpetrators out. And they were all dressed eerily similar.
The news the next day confirmed what you had already suspected. The Riddler had planned the attack in Gotham Square Garden. Not just that, but he’d planned to flood the city- and he almost did it. But the Batman had stopped it, and had kept the bombs from blowing up the sea-wall and drowning Gotham.
The image your mind supplied you of water rushing through the streets, overpowering everything in its wake, chilled you to your core.
You had your first nightmare that night- you had none the night it had actually happened. Your body was floating in murky water, the flood pressing against you on all sides, a constant overwhelming pressure. You tried to breathe but the water filled your lungs instead and now you couldn’t even scream out for help.
And
you
were
drowning
By the time the EMTs had cleared you to be taken home and the police were done with whatever needed to be done, it was well into the next morning, the sun hidden behind the clouds as it rose, starting to color the sky a dull gray. Snow had started to accumulate on the ground but it hadn’t even lasted until the morning without being trodden on, the once white sheet mussed and colored gray from dirt. A snow plow had clearly already been through here.
The cop driving looked at you through the rearview mirror, his warm brown eyes concerned.
“You sure you don’t want to talk about what happened? It would be helpful-”
“You got the guys, right?” You asked, your voice like sandpaper after using it all night. But it wasn’t like you had anything new to say, just answering the same questions that every victim is asked. Are you okay? Are you sure? Do you need anything? Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? How many fingers am I holding up?
The only person who seemed content to allow you to sit in silence unless it was absolutely necessary for you to talk was the Batman. His cape had remained wrapped around you, heavy and comforter over your shoulders, until twenty minutes ago, when he took his leave. You’d been the one to hand it back to him, not allowing him to use it as an excuse to come find you to get it back later. He accepted it wordlessly, giving you over to the Police Commissioner, whose face you recognized from the news. He’d mentioned earlier that the cop would give you a ride home once everything was taken care of. He’d assured you, in his own way, that the Commissioner could be trusted.
And you trusted his judgment, at least.
“Yeah, but-”
“Then I’m good. I just want to get home and go to sleep.” The cop sighed, watching you as you leaned against the window, closing your eyes at the sensation of the cold glass on your skin. It would numb your forehead, soon, but for now it was blissful.
“How do you know the Batman?”
“I don’t, not really. He’s just… found his way into my life a few times.” That’s one way of putting it.
“I understand that feeling.” He smiled. You returned it, though your smile was strained.
Small talk filled the rest of your ride, and you found that the police officer wasn’t bad company, all things considered. You certainly could’ve been put with a much more awkward conversation partner. But he laughed at the right moments, seemed morose at others. He mentioned that his daughter was a few years younger than you herself, just started college, which explained it to you.
“Maybe you should meet her sometime, you’d probably like her.”
“Yeah, maybe.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him it most likely wouldn’t happen, but the offer was nice anyway.
Morning traffic hadn’t begun to congest the streets yet (even though it was Sunday, it still got pretty bad in certain parts of the city) and the Commissioner pulled up in front of your building within twenty minutes. You thanked him quietly before climbing out, wincing as you put weight on your sore feet again.
You were definitely throwing these shoes in the back of your closet later.
With a final wave behind you, you made your way to the front door, knowing that he was going to watch and make sure you entered the building safely. Maybe after this he would head to wherever the Bat Signal was to share information with Batman. Or maybe he was just going home to his wife and daughter after a long night dealing with Gotham City.
An average Saturday night in the city, really.
If there was one thing you were satisfied with in your building, it was the heating system. Walking through the front door was like walking into a warm hug, the yellow lights of the hallway adding to the illusion of stepping into a toaster oven. But a nice toaster oven. One that evenly toasted both sides of the bread.
As you walked up the stairs, you pulled your phone out (which had been kicked under a table during the scuffle of the night, miraculously intact with the exception of a single crack along the top of the screen but that was fine, as long as it worked), finding Dr. Crane’s contact information and hitting the CALL button before you could chicken out and tell yourself you’d do it later. By the time it finished ringing and told you to leave a message, you were at your door.
You tried calling again as you unlocked your apartment. Your door stuck, because of course it did, but with a single slam of your body against the wood it broke free, swinging open into your dim apartment.
Putting the phone to your cheek, you shrugged your heels off and sighed in relief when your bare feet touched the hardwood floor. How you couldn’t wait to climb into bed. The phone rang and rang until the automated response played again, telling you to leave a message. Maybe he’s asleep.
Sighing, you waited for the message tone to begin speaking. Although, the moment it chimed you froze, all of the things you had been planning to say leaving your mind. It took you a solid second to regain your thoughts, blinking into the darkness as you began speaking.
“Hey, it’s me. I just got home, I’m all good! Just a few scrapes and bruises and maybe some trauma but it’s okay. Um, I just thought I’d call because it felt really weird to say over text! Okay, text me or call when you get this. I wanna make sure you got home safe too… Okay, bye!”
Did you always say okay this much?
As you left the message to Dr. Crane, you stripped yourself of your dress and underwear, moving through your apartment and not caring about the trail of clothes you left all the way to the bathroom. Turning the shower all the way to the hottest setting, you faced the mirror to take care of your hair. You yanked every single one of the pins out, letting them clatter onto the floor when they missed the sink. You could pick them up later, when you didn’t feel like your skin was covered in grime or like your head was going to fall off your head from exhaustion.
That’s a job for future-you to worry about. Present-you just wanted to be blissfully clean, not worrying about anything else except when to rinse your hair.
You gently clambered into the shower, your muscles aching and ready to rest. But you needed to clean the stink of the night off.
You’d scrub your skin raw if you had to.
The water burned your skin but you sighed in relief anyway, the scalding water bringing blood back to your veins. You could worry about how hot it was and how long the shower you were planning to take was going to be when your water bill arrived.
And then… you started to crave another form of relief. Like it hadn’t gone away but had instead been hibernating through the last few hours, your body started to remember Dr. Crane’s touch, the way he had whispered into your ear. How close he had been to reaching your core, how he knew that you weren’t very experienced and how that didn’t seem to deter him in his pursuit.
If you hadn’t heard those footsteps, if you hadn't freaked out and pushed him away, how far would it have gone until you stopped it? Would you have let him go all the way, there in that hallway?
You ducked your head back under the spray of water, rubbing your hands over your face and groaning, the tell tale twinge of a headache forming in your temple.
Standing in the shower, you couldn’t fathom any realistic way that your heavy petting session with Dr. Crane could’ve escalated into… if not sex, at least an orgasm for one of you. No, all of the scenarios you thought about while washing your body were too fake, too scripted. Like something out of a bad pornographic video.
Oh, yes, Dr. Crane, please- ah- fuck me so hard right here in this hallway where anyone can see us! Let them enjoy the show, ahh.
Yeah, no.
You rolled your eyes at yourself for even thinking that up. It was decidedly un-sexy. Dr. Crane was not the kind of man to elicit such a response. Even in the brief touches he’d bestowed upon you, he was an all-consuming presence, a hurricane that causes you to take shelter within yourself instead of crying out for others to enjoy the sight of your drowning.
Besides, you had been way too drunk to properly consent to anything. And he was, at least, a good enough man to not take advantage of your obvious inebriated state, right? Even though he had said that he was taking advantage of you, that was just tongue in cheek, right? A callback to your conversation in the cafe?
(But, thinking back on the moment now that you were sober, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care either way. Sure, in a few years maybe you’d say this was all a mistake but everyone needs to have a messy relationship once in their life. Yours might just end up being with your psychology professor. Super messy. You’re in your twenties, you’re allowed to be reckless!)
(But, in the same vein, you did have a desire for it to not be a messy relationship at all. For him to sweep you away, invite you to a world you’d never seen before and not leave you stranded. Not marriage, of course, but a happy moment in your life that you could look back on with fondness when you’re older. The kind of reckless relationship that defines your life for a season and becomes nothing more than a hazy memory of joy later on.)
You shut the shower off, yanking the curtains back a bit too forcefully, staring at your bathroom as you dried off. The tiles on the floor and walls could use a deep clean, their grout dark with grime. You’d done your best to cover a portion of the floor with a brightly colored rug, fluffy under your feet as you stepped out of the shower. The steam had clouded the mirror, a steamy haze lingering in the air until you opened the door and it spilled out into the rest of your apartment. It wasn’t like the building didn’t have water damage already, a few droplets from the steam wouldn’t hurt it.
You crossed the small hall right into your bedroom, immediately shutting the door behind you and dropping the towel. You didn’t even bother finding any pajamas, simply throwing on the nearest oversized t-shirt that was laying on the floor. Digging through your underwear drawer (you really needed to do laundry) you found a pair you rarely wore and pulled it over your legs.
And then you promptly collapsed onto your bed, climbing under your duvet cover. You could worry about putting your dirty clothes into your overflowing hamper tomorrow (maybe you should also do laundry tomorrow). Right now, what you wanted to do was sleep.
But as you closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths while trying to calm your mind down, you found that sleep was evading you. Despite the exhaustion in your bones, you could not lull yourself into sleep.
Turning onto your other side, you squeezed your eyes shut, shifting your legs around to find the position that your body would decide was good enough to sleep in.
Nothing.
No arrangement of your limbs was good enough.
Sighing, you fell onto your back, staring up at the street light’s shadows on the ceiling.
“And what do you think about, when you touch yourself?” Dr. Crane’s voice rang in your ears, the lingering echoes of his touch burning on your skin.
Slowly, like you couldn’t decide if you actually wanted to yet, your hand moved down your body, skimming over your t-shirt and the skin underneath it, toying with the hem of your shirt before lifting it. You didn’t want to bother with anything fancy, your body simply craving release after being wound up and left unsatisfied earlier. You slipped into your underwear, your fingers parting your lower lips with ease.
You began circling your clit gently with your fingers at first, the sensitive nerves responding like they were set on fire by your touch. You couldn’t remember the last time you had taken time to relieve yourself in this way, your schedule was so busy with TA’ing and your normal work that sometimes it was all you could do to remember to eat and drink water.
Naturally, as it often did when you did take the time to indulge yourself, your mind stumbled its way back to Dr. Crane.
His eyes, following you as you moved through a room with you only becoming aware of it when you catch him in the act.
His fingers, brushing against your skin last night and lingering there, pulling you towards him with a single touch like he’d sunk a hook into your flesh.
His lips, parted in surprise and quirking in a smile, moving against your skin and whispering in your ear.
But most of all, you think about how he was able to get straight to the crux of your problems, solving them with ease and guiding you to the correct answer with a gentle but firm and (sometimes) intimidating hand. How he saw right through you, even before you knew you were being untruthful.
And how, for some reason, he wanted you, as carnally as you wanted him.
You didn’t even feel guilty anymore about touching yourself to thoughts of Dr. Crane. You couldn’t, not after he touched you like that, when he’d talked to you like that.
Pretty, he’d called you, his voice growling against your neck.
You thought back to his breath fanning over your skin, his touch dragging itself to your underwear and resting there, hovering over the place you needed him the most.
Slowly, you began to construct a continuation of the scene, choppy scenes flitting through your mind, disconnected from one another as you chased your climax. But these weren’t like the ones you had conjured earlier, the ones that were out of some harlequin novel or X-rated film they showed in the back of those sketchy shops you passed by on the way home from work.
His fingers slipped under the hem of your dress, pressing against your skin. Touching your clit with no barriers between his skin and the bundle of nerves, his movements in your mind mimicking the movements you made now in real life with your eyes closed.
Now you were pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust into you. His cock was filling you completely even though you didn’t like to imagine what it looked like (that, evidently, was a step too far for your fantasy, too much of a breach of his privacy).
And then his mouth was open against your own, a sloppy kiss that resembled breathing against one another more than actually kissing. With a few last thrusts, he finished inside of you, your combined spend spilling out of you when he finally pulled out.
It was this final image that pushed you over the edge, your mouth open in a silent gasp as you came.
Legs shaking you pulled your hand out of your underwear, the exhaustion you had pushed away to deal with your other needs returning with a vengeance. You kicked the offending panties off and tossed them across the room, adding them to the pile of clothes strewn about your apartment.
You’re not sure exactly when you fell asleep (as is the nature of falling asleep) but when you woke up halfway through the next afternoon, you immediately checked your phone, your thoughts only on Dr. Crane.
Nothing.
No calls, not even a text acknowledging that he’d received your voicemail. In fact, your only notification was an automated text from your bank informing you that your balance was low.
Sighing, you threw your phone down onto the duvet, watching as the fabric poofed up and deflated. Much like you at this moment.
Through the rest of your day, you continued checking your phone even though you had your sound on and it certainly would’ve chimed loud enough for you to hear if someone called or texted you. For the few brief moments where you were switching your laundry around or putting it away, you worried constantly that he was going to try to call while you were temporarily away from your phone. You even took to obsessively checking your email, because maybe Dr. Crane forgot you had his phone number.
The first explanation you thought of for his radio silence was that he was dead and no one thought to inform you. It would make sense, you were just a TA and no one else knew about your moment in the hallway. But it also seemed highly unlikely. You’re certain that you would’ve found out somehow and it would be very unfair of the world for Dr. Crane to die so suddenly when he’d just reciprocated your attraction.
The second explanation was that he, too, had become embroiled in a hostage situation. But you definitely would’ve heard about that.
So, the next most likely explanation was that he was simply… not calling you. Or texting. Not even a simple “ok” to let you know that he was alive and not a captive. But then the question turned from what happened into why was he not calling?
And for that, there were only two options and both sucked. Either he forgot about you or he was… ignoring you. But unless he had been struck by a sudden, unexplained bout of amnesia, it wasn’t likely he had forgotten about you.
You looked back down at your phone, frowning when no texts popped up from the man your thoughts had been on all day. He couldn’t be ignoring you, right? Even though it was the most plausible option, you refused to consider it.
It would be much easier to think he was dead.
Unlike the last time you’d been attacked, you had little to no physical evidence of it on your body. Which was good, because before, you’d hated how long it had taken everyone- professors, peers, coworkers, strangers- to get used to your swollen face and stop asking stupid questions. This time, you were able to walk through the crowds and keep your head low, feeling everyone’s eyes gloss over you like you were just another street sign to ignore.
Were you nervous to get to Psychology of Fear? Absolutely. But you had a job to do and couldn’t just call out when you felt like it.
Especially not when you had at least six texts in a row that Dr. Crane had left unresponded. And he, of course, didn’t have read receipts on so you didn’t even know if he’d seen your messages at all. Maybe you’d been texting out into a void the entire weekend, maybe his number had changed itself without your permission.
Gotham was cold, overcast clouds drizzling onto the snow that had accumulated over the past day. Winter in Gotham was generally miserable, the snow always lingering too long after it had turned from pristine white to dusty gray before turning into a slush that swirled on the streets and froze over at night into black ice.
Your winter boots (not cute at all but simply a necessity) were heavy on your feet and you couldn’t help but picture Frankenstein lumbering about in his own clunky shoes. (Of course, you’d prefer to compare yourself to the creature in the book but no. You were the avocado green bolt monster today.) Stomping down the front steps of your building, you wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck, tucking it further into your coat.
Your earphones were snug in your ears and you couldn’t even be bothered to leave one out in the name of safety. The anxiety stuffing itself into your throat needed to be relieved through loud music and fast walking.
Lucky for you, you were really into the playlist you’d made yesterday while trying to ignore your texting app. It was angry but you’re not sure if you were more angry at Dr. Crane or Gotham itself when you picked the songs.
Probably both.
The song that started playing was an old familiar favorite, a steady beat in the background to keep pace with.
You crossed into campus, sighing as you passed a tour group. How many of them were from the city? The university was lucky enough to have a few renowned programs (not yours, of course). They were the ones that would lead to careers at Wayne Enterprises, the ones funded by Bruce Wayne and his company. All the other programs had to constantly gasp for breath as they drowned in the sea of low budgets.
You wondered how often the tour guides had to answer questions about the crime rate from out-of-towners. Or maybe about the Batman.
You turned your music up even louder, until you’re sure your eardrums would throb in pain later.
Every step closer to the Psychology building built up a new layer of anxiety. It was bottled up in your chest and you’d never missed your old friends as much as you did in that moment. You needed someone to reassure you that everything would be fine but you had no one. Your mom, maybe, but anytime you brought up your mental health she asked you to return home. Dr. Crane, you supposed, was the closest person you had to talk about.
But you couldn’t exactly tell him about it when he was the reason you were so anxious.
Stepping back into the classroom after the whirlwind of a weekend was like landing back on Earth after a year in space.
You settled in for the class, pulling out the book Dr. Crane had assigned for that week’s reading. You’d read it back in late December, but your notes were thorough and you didn't exactly need to contribute to the discussion. In fact, your job was to just note down who was contributing and how much to make sure they got credit for the discussion.
You thumbed through it, skimming over a few of the passages that Dr. Crane had mentioned he would point out, ignoring the students as they streamed into the classroom. You still had an earphone in one ear, but you were only really listening for one thing: Dr. Crane’s entrance into the room, his confident yet hurried gait, the slight hush that would sweep over the room when he entered.
And when you heard it, you snapped your head up to watch him, yanking the earphone out of your ear. Ready for him to give you his usual nod and slight smile of greeting before getting his lecture prepared, ready for him to prove to you that everything was normal.
But he didn’t spare you a glance. Didn’t even look your way.
He walked in, started up his presentation, and began his lecture without even acknowledging your presence in the room. Did anyone else notice this? Probably not. The other students could barely spare you the time of day.
He left almost as soon as class was done, not even staying behind to speak to the few students who were sticking behind, leaving you to handle it on your own. Which you did, perhaps a bit more distracted than you normally would be, answering questions in a haze.
At least you knew Dr. Crane was alive.
But now you had devastating confirmation that he was, in fact, ignoring you.
You left the building dazed, taking slow steps down the street as you tried to wrap your mind around the revelation.
You desperately wanted to follow him, find where he went, and beg him to talk to you, tell you why he hadn’t responded, why he didn’t look your way.
A fat raindrop splattered on your head, icy cold and shocking you back into your body.
As you walked to your next class, you didn’t bother putting your hood up. Who cared, right? Maybe if you were wet enough, you could stand outside of Dr. Crane’s office and garner some sympathy, just so he would speak to you.
At the same time, your cheeks were hot with embarrassment. He’d felt you up at a formal event and probably would’ve gone farther but you’d chickened out and ran away. You couldn’t help but think he was right to just drop you after that. You had shown you had no use to him.
Wait, no. That’s stupid. If that’s what he wanted from you, you were better off without him. If he didn’t want to respect your boundaries, he would have to deal with it himself.
It didn’t make the cold shoulder sting any less, though.
That night, you sit staring outside at your balcony, hoping that someone would come save you from this torture.
No one did.
part II
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