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fuxuannie · 11 months

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↳ pairing : miles morales x (filo) reader

↳ synopsis : general headcanons / random rants of dating him

↳ authors note : this is me self projecting yes yes u can call me out on it ♡♡ i lovelovelove atsv!! i mightmight write gwen, hobie or pavitr next,, probably another miles one though <3

↳ warnings : some r angsty w/ mentions of blood & etc! beware bewareee 👹

-> i think that a relationship with MILES is more chaotic than the spiderman aspect of himself.

For starters, Miles loves you SO bad that it's not embarassing but he clings onto you a lot, (you enjoy it) however you also want to study for your upcoming quiz without your boyfriend leaning against you, pulling you in for a hug and mayble blowing against your ear to mess with you. He's a bit of a loser whos addicted to your attention and does everything to grab it.

-> but if you have to deal with mr clingy every single day, miles has to suffer with your silly filipino cheesyness.

"Hello bebeloves-" You'll say with a snort, already giggling at the groan Miles lets out as he pushes you off him with ease.

"Huuuyy, di mo ba ako mahal?" ("Huuuyy, do you not love me?")

A pout is evident on your expression, and Miles just looks at you with a puzzled look. "???? I do NOT know what you are saying, please translate."

"I love youu-"

"I know that's not what you said >:("

-> texting and swinging is more than a common occurence.

"Local Hero 'Spiderman' was seen swinging through the streets of Brooklyn, seemingly texting on his phone before directly hitting a pole while distracted."

So now you're here, arms crossed and your boyfriend with an icepack on his forehead and an awkward 'I'm not an idiot' smile on his face.

"Babe, there's a whole lot of Spiderpeople out there-"

"How many of them are stupid enough to text while doing dangerous swings through the city?"

"You'd be surprised!" You shoot him an unamused glare, he sighs as he's well aware you're just worried for him. He knows that seeing him hurt all the time more than enough stress one person should handle, but he can't control the damage he takes whether outside or inside of a fight.

Miles stands up and pulls you in for a hug, the way you continue to still cross your arms makes him a little sad but he rests his head on top of yours and quietly tries to pick the right words to say. "I'm sorry, I'll try to take better care of myself."

That's all you wanted to hear, and you hide your smile as you return the the hug.

-> your safety was placed above all else, no matter what.

Miles knows he can take a hit, he can take several depending on the enemy, but he will take every single punch that he cannot take just so you wouldn't have to.

"You're- hngh... okay. You're okay, look at me, tell me you're okay." He whispers to you while literally bleeding from his torso and you're crying while holding him, going hysterical because he's ignoring his spidey senses that's supposed to protect him to protect you.

There are times where you're by his side in the recovery room, holding his hand as you sob and beg for him to start putting himself first. Just to be even a little selfish and think of himself for once before other people, before you. But you know you couldn't ask that from him, or you could and he wouldn't listen. It was natural in his heart to protect those who needed it, because he knew there was no one else who could do it, not to his care and extent.

It sucks that the very same traits that made you fall inlove with him are the ones that make you cry at your worst.

-> he was terrified the day he thought of revealing his spiderman identity to you.

"Will they think I've gone insane ???" Was his main thought, mostly on the fact who would think that someone like HIM would be the Spiderman swinging outside your window everyday, 'coincidentally' meeting you whenever you needed to clear your head on the rooftop of your apartment, dropping by those anonymous gifts at your door signed with a Spider logo.. who would've guessed?

I think that when he tells you he's Spiderman, he also confesses to you that he likes you. It's a two in one package deal! He could get rejected, but at least you now can say you rejected Spiderman at some point in your life. But of course, you knew Miles Morales before you knew Spiderman, and goodness did you love the boy under the suit more than the persona he wore with it on.

You've had to restrict his daytime Spidey visits though, if enough people take note that Spidermans been visiting YOUR room when you and Miles start dating.. it could spark some rumours. (it doesn't stop him, he does it anhway)

-> "don't worry, i'm not jealous." you always knew Miles was a bad liar.

Miles Morales, Spiderman, Straight A student (minus spanish but we don't talk about that) and the most handsome boy in Brooklyn.. jealous of the way you admire Gwen Stacy.

Don't get him wrong, he loves that his best friend and his partner get along, but you and her are WAY too close sometimes. Do you really have to be laughing that way with her? like come on, he thought that laugh of yours was reserved for him alone. :(

Obviously that's just Miles wanting your attention every 3 minutes, but also he knows he can't control who you're friends with anyway and he knows dang well he's the only person who gets to hold you at night in his arms.

He doesn't wanna be controlling and he trusts you so he lets you do what you want, if some boundaries are crossed though he'll talk about it with you. :)

But you won't deny how you are so so inlove with the jealous glare he gives to some people that you're talking to, you never intentionally make him jealous but the way his hand immediately grabs yours and the passive agressive smile has you giggling n everything.

-> DATES!!! dates are sososo fun with him!

"Trust me, I found this new place and a friend told me it's really good!" And you either come out with a full stomach and happy tastebuds or being on the verge of throwing up. Dates are always something new, Graffiti dates, picnic dates, study dates and such.

All of them are always full of joyful memories because Miles does everything in his power to make sure you laugh until your sides HURT. He knows how much memories can mean to people, it's all he has left of his uncle and so he wants to make sure that if something goes wrong, you'll have enough memories of you and him to last a lifetime. :')

His favorite kind are the ones where you sleep over, his parents are always bugging him on when you're going to visit and he's happy to see the widest smile on his mothers face when she sees you.

Of course he's happy for you to spend time with his family, but when it's finally just you and him in the comfort of his bed he feels calm and relaxed. There's so much stress in his life, not only as Spiderman but the upcoming rise as a teenager and only you bring a sense of relaxation for even just a few hours.

-> lowkey flirting in tagalog b4 u guys got together!!! 🤞

Miles used to hear you say random phrases in your foreign language while you looked at him, one that seemed to stick with him for a while was; "Ampogi mo talagaaaaa.." Which he wanted to ask you about, but figured it was just a silly joke or insult.

Surprise surprise, while he's learning how to speak your language, you can imagine his shock when he figures out just exactly what pogi meant.

"YOU WERE HITTING ON ME THIS ENTIRE TIME????"

-> love languageeez !!!!

Miles practically has all of the love languages, especially giving them!!

Words of Affirmation? He promised to himself to let you sleep without a heavy heart, whispering into your ear about how you're enough for him and how he believes you're genuinely the perfect person for him.

Quality Time? Boy is glued to you TWENTY FOUR SEVEN, not a day you don't spend atleast 10 hours with him because that is what he DEMANDS!! That's a joke, but he really does try everything he can to be by your side.

Acts of Service? His mama did NOT raise a boy who doesn't know how to care for someone, he'll take care of all your worries and chores whenever he comes over. Whatever you ask, it will be granted as soon as possible. ♡

Gift Giving? He prefers handmade gifts over anything, he'll spend nights during patrols that have nothing going on to make tiny presents to give you in the morning. He loves to make you mini scrapbooks with doodles of you and him together.

Physical Touch? His favorite, words cannot EXPLAIN how much he loves to hold you. PDA isn't a problem for him, whether or not you like it will depend if he does PDA w you or not. He doesn't really mind if you aren't into it, Miles himself actually prefers to be affectionate behind closed doors but he's happy to do the smaller things like hand holding or hugs.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles x reader

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ecoamerica · 21 days

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thelordofgifs · 1 year

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the fairest stars

What if Angrist was a little tougher, and Beren and Lúthien managed to steal two Silmarils from Morgoth instead of one? Somehow I’ve already written NINE parts of this unhinged bullet point AU here and decided it was time for a fresh post to avoid that one getting too long.

Where we left off: Lúthien has been negotiating with Mandos like a pro, Maglor is nearly-but-not-quite-dead in Menegroth, Thingol has taken one Silmaril from him, Fingon has the other Silmaril and ditched Curufin outside the Girdle even though they did some bonding on the Worst Road Trip, and people are still upset about Celegorm’s death. YES I am well aware that the pipeline from the fairly normal first sentence of the post to this mess is insane.

Fingon and Maedhros are both very, very good tacticians. Between them, it isn’t very difficult for Fingon to follow Maedhros’ directions towards Menegroth, and then to find the hidden pathways by which Huan led Maedhros out of Thingol’s halls.

It helps that Thingol is still under the impression that the Girdle is impenetrable with the aid of his Silmaril, so he doesn’t have anyone keeping an eye out for the High King of the Noldor sneaking into his realm on an Adventure.

Finding Maglor's sickroom/prison cell/whatever is a little trickier, but not impossible. Long ago in Tirion Fingon was a mischievous child, so he's well aware that the best way not to get caught sneaking into a forbidden place is to make it perfectly clear that you belong there.

He strides confidently down the corridors, silently reciting Maedhros' directions to himself. Nobody stops him.

He's hoping that Curufin was wrong, and he'll know Maglor's door by the holy light showing through the cracks; but when none is evident he's forced to take his chances and start trying doors in the area Maedhros indicated at random.

Since he has plot armour is very lucky with this whole improbable-rescue thing he comes across Maglor without any trouble.

Maglor is only half-conscious – quite apart from the wounded leg, he hasn’t eaten in days – but his eyes flicker open when Fingon comes in.

“Hello, Makalaurë,” Fingon says, deliberately cheerful. “I’ve come to take you home.”

“You can’t do that,” Maglor says dazedly. “It burned – in the Bragollach – remember?”

Fingon opts not to answer that. “Russo said you were healing when he left,” he says instead, frowning at the bloodstained bandages around Maglor’s leg. “What happened? Has Thingol been mistreating you? I thought Lúthien at least was kind!”

Maybe he was too hasty in leaving Curufin outside the Girdle.

Maglor hurries to explain that Lúthien is dead, and that he’s actually in this pathetic state by choice or something.

“Right,” says Fingon, “well, you’re coming back to Himring now.”

But Maglor shakes his head. “I can’t, Finno,” he says. “Thingol took the Silmaril from me. I don’t – I’ve been trying to hold it back. The Oath. But I can’t leave it in Doriath and go, I can’t. So you’ll have to leave me behind.” He manages a brave and tragic smile.

On Thangorodrim while Fingon was struggling futilely with Morgoth’s iron shackle, hopeless tears running down his face, Maedhros said, You’ll never be able to free me, Finno, just kill me, please—

Fingon is rather sick of Fëanorian melodrama.

“One step ahead of you,” he says brightly, and he produces Maedhros’ Silmaril from its box, handing it to Maglor before his Oath can stir at the sight of it. “Here it is.”

This would never normally work. But Maglor is very tired and ill, and not thinking as clearly as he otherwise would.

As long as the obvious question doesn’t occur to him until they get outside the Girdle again—

Maglor takes the jewel and gives a relieved little sigh as the bite of the Oath eases. “You really took it from Thingol?”

“Of course,” Fingon lies. “Let’s put it back in the box for now so that it doesn’t attract too much attention?”

Maglor acquiesces. He and Fingon aren’t close exactly, but they get on well – certainly far better than Fingon does with Curufin. There’s an odd shared camaraderie that comes from loving Maedhros; it lends itself well to cooperation in difficult circumstances.

Fingon picks Maglor up – he's alarmingly light – and they begin to make their way back out of Menegroth.

"You're to be my betrothal gift," Fingon tells Maglor, and Maglor actually laughs.

Unfortunately it's much harder to look innocuous when you're carrying someone about five minutes away from expiring on the spot.

They haven't got very far before an angry voice comes from behind them: "Who are you and where are you going with the Fëanorion?"

Damn.

Meanwhile

[I should clarify my definition of "meanwhile" here. Evidently time runs much slower in Aman than it does in Middle-earth, even post-Darkening, or it's difficult to fathom why Beren and Lúthien canonically took two years to return from death. In vague support of this, the Fellowship find that time runs slowly in Lothlórien, presumably with the aid of Galadriel's ring, so I posit that the more Divine Stuff there is near a place (and Galadriel was ofc a student of Melian too), the more weird time shit occurs. So since I've anyway fudged the timelines so that travel times work out conveniently, we can also put the bits of story occurring in Aman here for funsies.]

Meanwhile, Finrod has been following Celegorm around in the Halls of Mandos.

"Was it worth it?" he asks. "Did you take joy in the lordship of Nargothrond, once I was gone?"

"I could ask you the same," says Celegorm, responding for the first time. "Did you die for anything in the end, Ingoldo? The mortal's here, after all your efforts. So much for your oath."

"So much for yours," says Finrod; "it looks like that eternal darkness you doomed yourself to wasn't that dark. Or eternal. So what was it all for? Do you even regret any of it?"

The dead can't lie. Artifice and deception are matters of the flesh, and they are buried with it.

"I didn't want you to die," Celegorm says.

"Well, that's a start!" says Finrod. "I can't say I'm glad to see you here, either."

"O Fair and Faithful one," says Celegorm, "spare me none of your pity. They are already whispering that you will be released soon, first of all the Exiles to walk again in Aman. So it's all turned out rather well for you, despite your evil cousins' machinations."

"I suppose it has," says Finrod, thinking.

The thing is, it was worth it. Beren's life mattered. It mattered that he saved it, even if he died to do so, even if Beren is dead now too (although word is that might be changing).

He did not do it expecting a reward.

"And my werewolf was bigger than yours," says Celegorm.

Finrod rolls his metaphorical eyes. "At least I actually killed mine."

Cousinly bickering is still kind of fun, even when you're dead.

Curufin, fuming outside the Girdle, would not agree.

After a time he's forced to conclude that the only thing he can do is head back to Himring.

The ride through Himlad, once as green and fair a land as any, does not improve his mood.

Also his burned hand is still hurting.

Look: here's the little stream where Celegorm caught a huge fish once; and here are the low hills where, a couple of centuries ago, they held some war games and Curufin's people thrashed Celegorm's decisively.

Here's the copse where, years before the Dagor Aglareb brought tentative peace to East Beleriand, Curufin and his son were surprised by a party of orcs, who took their small patrol all captive.

Tyelpë was just barely of age at the time. How trusting his eyes, then, how baby-soft his hair: how easily he had believed that his father would fix everything.

As for Curufin, he spent the hours-long ordeal learning anew what terror was, rendered compliant by the mere possibility that they could hurt his child.

They were fine, in the end. Celegorm rode up to the rescue while the orcs were still quarrelling over where to take them.

But Curufin remembers: how disabling love can be.

Meanwhile Fingon finds himself surrounded by a crowd of angry Iathrim in their home city.

He sets Maglor down on the floor and sets a hand on his sword-hilt, wondering if he is about to become a Kinslayer again.

(Fingon regrets Alqualondë more than anything; and he'd do it again, for Maedhros' sake. He knows this about himself.)

Before things escalate too far, Thingol shows up at the scene of the disturbance.

"We haven't met," Fingon says. "Fingon son of Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor in Beleriand. I've come for my cousin." He gives Thingol a rather dangerous smile.

Thingol thinks he might be in serious trouble. He attempts to adopt a conciliatory tone (which is really really hard for Thingol ok he's trying).

"He'll die if he's moved," he says, nodding to where Maglor is slumped against the wall, shivering.

"He'll die if he stays here!" Fingon says. "Is this the famed hospitality of your halls?"

"He has been offered every treatment he could ask for," Thingol says. "It is not the fault of Menegroth if he chooses to refuse them. Now tell me, son of Fingolfin, how came you through the Girdle of Melian – without her leave or mine?"

Maglor puts the pieces together. "Finno, you lied to me," he breathes, glancing at the box in Fingon's hand.

Fingon wonders if it would be diplomatically insensitive to kick Thingol.

"The jewel alone does not explain it," Thingol insists. "While I hold the Silmaril my daughter won, surely—?"

"I could have told you that, had you asked," says Maglor. "Silmarils aren't weapons! You can't use one as some sort of military defence."

Thingol is now questioning all his life choices.

He only took the Silmaril from Maglor in the first place because he thought it would protect his kingdom, and now—

Maglor is feeling resigned. He should have known Fingon's claim was too good to be true. Thingol still has the Silmaril, and Maglor can't leave Menegroth without it.

Face pale and set, he attempts to get to his feet, mostly unsuccessfully.

Fingon looks down at him. "Seriously, Makalaurë?" And when Maglor ignores him, he says, "Sorry about this," and kicks Maglor's bad leg – carefully, but still hard enough to hurt.

Maglor faints.

Fingon picks his limp body up. "The Silmaril isn't yours," he tells Thingol.

"The white ships of Olwë my brother's people were not yours, either," Thingol returns.

Fingon inclines his head, acknowledging the point. "I don't wish to start a war over the Silmaril," he says. Maglor is so cold and still in his arms. "My cousins have done enough for that cause lately. Only let me take my kinsman home."

Thingol hesitates. The iron box in Fingon's hand is so close, and Fingon is outnumbered, and he has his injured cousin to worry about—

It could all be over, if he took the second Silmaril. He'd never need to worry about his people's safety from invasion again.

"Elu," comes a voice from behind him, "enough of this. Let them go."

"Queen Melian," says Fingon, bowing his head.

She barely looks at him, meeting her husband's gaze instead. "Time and again you have disregarded me," she says. "Lúthien is lost, and yet you persist with this. Will you heed me now?"

Thingol stares at her, and then, finally, he waves his hand. The bristling guards move aside, allowing Fingon free passage down the corridor.

"I trust you can remember your way out," Thingol tells Fingon, and turns away.

Fingon looks at Melian. "Thank you," he says, "and I am very sorry about your daughter."

He has met Maiar before, of course, in Valinor: but Melian is still unsettling, with her implausibly flawless face and eyes that hold yet the memory of a time before Time.

"Little king," she says, "only hope that you will not know any such pain yourself."

Fingon manages a smile. "I'm good at that," he says. "Hope."

On that note he leaves Menegroth, carrying Maglor, and begins to make the long trek back through the Forest of Region, and thence to Himring.

Curufin has managed the journey significantly more quickly. On a crisp cold morning he rides back through Himring's gates.

Maedhros has been... managing. Not well, but he trusts Fingon.

Beloved, I will bring them back to you. Beloved, I will bring them back to you. Beloved, I will bring them back to you.

But here's Curufin by himself, looking pale and tired, and after all it was only a hastily-scribbled note, not an incantation.

Maedhros arrives at the gate at a run.

Scarce weeks ago it was the other way around, Maedhros riding into the fortress with Fingon's cloak only just concealing his bloodstained clothes: and Curufin met him as he came in and he can still feel the terrible jolt of knowledge in his stomach, and Celegorm is still dead.

How can it be borne?

A thought comes to Curufin and for a moment he thinks it the cruellest idea he has ever had, but Celegorm is dead and his hand is still burned and nobody expects any better of him anyway.

"They're dead," he says flatly, "they're both dead," and Maedhros just – stares at him.

(to be continued)

#silmarillion #my fic #bullet point fic #the fairest stars #fingon #maglor #finrod #celegorm #thingol #curufin #maedhros #theme of the day: lying #thingol makes one (1) good decision!#curufin makes zero (0)!#maedhros has a really bad day!#what else do we expect from this au

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stupd000 · 4 months

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CHARLIE LOVERS COME GET YALLS FOOD !!!!🍕🍕

Cw: Panic attack, mention of gun/gunshots, reference of trauma, probably not lore accurate

Charlie never liked fireworks. He thought they were loud, and obnoxious(and they sounded a lot like gunshots which he did not like.)

It didn’t occur to Charlie that people like to light fireworks during Christmas.

Charlie and Casper were just laying in bed, watching some random youtube video, a FNAF gameplay of some sort. Suddenly several insanely loud pops began filling the air. Charlie rushed to cover his ears as Casper rushes up to look out the window, making sure it’s nothing dangerous.

Luckily, It was just their neighbor setting off some drug store fireworks.

Cas-“It’s all good, just some ki-“

Casper cuts themselves off as they hear fast, hard breathing from behind them. They turn around to Charlie, his hands covering his ears and tears streaming down his face

Cas-“Hey- Hey hey, what’s going on?”

Casper rushes back to Charlie’s side, wrapping their arms around his shoulders as he leans into their chest. Charlie tries to mumble out some sort of apology but it all comes out in jumbled babbles under his heaving.

Casper runs their fingers through his hair in an attempt to get him to calm down, Charlie’s breathing gets softer, and slower, he still hics every few seconds, but at least he’s breathing alright.

Charlie-“‘m s-sorry..”

Cas-“It’s okay hun, what’s goin’ on?”

Charlie-“It was just-..r-really loud and-“

Casper’s mind wanders back to the horror stories that Charlie’s been through, suddenly they understand the sudden panic attack of his.

Charlie-“I-It’s because-..”

Cas-“I know Charles, I know it’s okay, you don’t gotta explain.”

Charlie nods, burying his face deeper into Casper’s chest.

Charlie-“I’m sorry.”

Casper-“Nothin to be sorry for hun.”

Casper kisses the top of his head as they continue to rub his back.

Cas-“Wanna go to bed? ‘s pretty late.”

Charlie mumbles something, but it’s muffled by the thick cloth of Casper’s sweatshirt.

Cas-“I love you.”

Charlie-“i luhv woo.”

Casper’s definitely beating the shit out of some teenagers tomorrow.

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Hey guys!! So it’s been a while since i’ve written a fic bc of mid-terms and some other shit but trust me when i say there is so much more coming over winter break!!! I know this ones pretty short, but i thought it might scratch that little angst itch yk

okay love u bye

#yuurivoice charlie #yuuri voice #yuurivoice #yuurivoice casper #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted vampires #redacted summit

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kerubimcrepin · 27 days

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 17]

Julith is not a good person, more news at 11.

My most favourite image of Joris ever. I even made a meme about it a while back.

Once again, I will mention, that looking at whatever Joris feels about Khan through a prism of "Joris has a puberty-fueled celebrity crush on him" makes Khan actually bearable as a character because I can't stop giggling at Joris's reactions to him.

He's like a 12yo girl unleashed upon some random member of BTS she likes the most.

While I understand her not wanting to free the guy who can and WANTS to kill them, it's some stone-cold motherfuckery to leave him to die slowly and painfully under the rocks.

Atcham is literally so prideful he would rather die from being crushed to death, than let somebody help him. Man.

Every single lesson Kerubim has taught him, each little moment, has been leading up to this.

Joris, the boy he likely adopted, at least in part because he was saddened by how things turned out to be with Atcham, has the chance to do what Kerubim never could —

Truly understand Atcham, and become brothers with him, — both in arms, and as a family.

No commentary, he's just some moments of Atcham being pretty (both from this minute, and a bit ahead.)

Joris's batshit insane kindness has him thinking some serious thoughts. Like, what the fuck is even occurring? Is the kid stupid?

Sadly, Joris is about to grow on him. Like mold.

THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE. Firstly, it does not escape me that Atcham says this entire line with a smile/a grimace that he is fighting not to turn into a smile with all his might. This is endearing to him.

So, there are multiple possibilities here that can coexist:

Kerubim built saw traps to put Atcham in, when they were kids. (that's when The Darkness began.....)

Kerubim and Atcham had a Cold War of trying to kill one another through Looney Tunes shenanigans.

Atcham has multiple very interesting memories of trying to break into Kerubim's home, only to fall through the floor and get electrocuted. He thought it was very clever before, once again, swearing to kill that furred fuck.

Once again, Joris's kindness and regard both for him, and for others, is baffling. To him, it does not even occur that hurting people is not normal. Like it's just chill.

So far, Joris has proven himself to be both the most unpredictable, and most sane person in the room. He's got Atcham's attention, now...

Also, as we can see, Bakara is using healing magic on Khan! It's nice to see the fact that Huppermages (and, for the record, Ecaflips) are both classes that have some healing magic up their sleeves, though it's not their job, like Eniripsas.

My agenda of Kerubim, Atcham, and Joris (if he is even capable of this spell), regularly swapping roles of attacker, tank, and healer/support between them depending on the situation, is still going strong.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #atcham crepin #joris jurgen #kerubim crepin

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fire-fira · 1 month

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IDK if you've been keeping up with the Trujillo Blue Beetle run, but they put Jaime with some random Horizon girl named Oo'li and it really feels like some half-assed attempt to prevent him from ever falling in love with Khaji, I don't know, maybe I'm running on some insane troll logic here, but the writers really put Jaime with a girl who's connected in some way to the Reach, when Khaji Da is RIGHT THERE! Do not ignore please, I really wanna hear your opinion on this.

While I will agree that the relationship with Oo'li feels shoe-horned (and that detail honestly isn't helped by the breakneck narrative pacing, which may be reflective of a time crunch those involved with this most recent run might be dealing with), I think it's important to step back and take stock of some things.

The vast majority of comic writers-- and presumed comic readers-- aren't likely to even consider Jaime/Khaji Da as a ship because they're sharing a body. For better or worse, there are a looooooot of people out there (both in fandom and outside of it) who can't or haven't wrapped their minds around the concept of a ship where one character is the host body to the other; if they've put any thought into that kind of ship at all, they may have difficulty conceptualizing how a romantic/queerplatonic/committed relationship of that type can even work when the characters involved technically can't do things like hold hands, kiss, or sit across from each other while having a candlelit dinner. (Yes I realize that example may be a little cliche in this instance, but I think it's the best way to convey one of the big stumbling blocks for some writers when it comes to this kind of ship.)

It's fandom where these concepts have really been hashed out and played with, so of course as fans we're going to see the obvious potential and the ways it could work, but writers for officially published works generally should not read fanfiction-- especially of anything they're actively working on-- because doing otherwise invites the possibility that someone might feel their own work is being stolen and repurposed by a company to make money, which can lead to a lawsuit. Ergo, if they're not already familiar with the concept of how such a ship could work (or they haven't come to that concept on their own), then the chances of them even thinking to do so in their writing for DC is slim.

And for as much as Eddie Brock/Venom has put forward the idea of a host/symbiont ship more broadly in the public imagination, that reach is still limited by who would be interested in seeing those movies, and if those people were or are able/willing to recognize the host/symbiont ship as even being a possibility. And even if they did, Khaji Da is a dramatically different character than Venom in temperament and personality; we also have no guarantee that anyone looking at the movie/various-tv-series Khaji Da has been in will think to consider Khaji Da as a fully realized character instead of an AI-that-is-maybe-'sub-human'-in-personhood-but-more-advanced-than-anything-we-have-and-so-should-be-respected-as-'kind of'-an-individual (and the siri-voice in the movie probably won't have helped change that perspective). The point is, with that dramatic character difference, it might not even occur to any of them that Jaime/Khaji Da as a ship would be believable or that the characters could even have the potential motivation to share that mutual interest.

We also have no clue if Trujillo or anyone else currently working on Blue Beetle have seen any of the Venom movies to even plant the idea of a host/symbiont ship in their heads. We literally have no idea if they're even aware of the concept. And even if they are, they're in the business of trying to sell comics. I don't know the ins-and-outs of the comic industry by any means, but I think it's fair to assume that introducing a host/symbiont ship in canon might be a risky venture-- even without the breakneck narrative pacing they currently have going.

I'll be honest, with the current pacing trends I don't think they'd be able to do justice to the Jaime/Khaji Da ship in building it up into something that would make sense and have readers-- who weren't already-- get invested. Host/symbiont ships are a hard sell, so there HAS to be a believable buildup, but when the pacing's shooting by like the reader got fired out of a cannon and has to rapid-fire take notes about what they pass within seconds so they can only record the broad strokes and nothing in between, then all of that buildup crumbles into nothing. (Case in point with relationship buildup crumbling into nothing: the whole thing with Oo'li.) Physicality can kind of override some of that in a narrative, but that requires the characters to have separate bodies so they can externally interact and separate from time to time-- and Jaime and Khaji Da, by the very nature of what Khaji Da is, don't have access to that narrative override.

In terms of them trying to sell comics with the lack of decent pacing and time that DC is pushing, it's probably financially safer for them to not put the effort in to try for that kind of narrative buildup; it would take time they don't have to do it justice, and trying to force it anyway might lose them buyers due to said buyers getting put off by poorly done stories.

Yeah, as a fan to whom the possibility seems obvious and who is heavily invested in these characters, it's frustrating. I get that, and I don't blame you. But on the flip-side, DC has made plenty of wtf decisions of late (don't even get me started on the absolutely ridiculous number of Batman or Batman-adjacent books they're currently putting out right now, to the point where Bat-everything is drowning out damn near everything else), and with the lousy pacing and quick turnaround on comics they currently have going I'm honestly glad that they're not currently tackling a Jaime/Khaji Da narrative. I don't want to see what they would do to it at this time, I don't trust them to do it justice.

And speaking as someone with at least one fave DC character who has shown up in all of 94 issues total, sometimes you're honestly much better off looking to fandom and fanfiction for what you want to see. At least then you know you have a solid chance of seeing it done really well rather than getting hit with frustration or disappointment over not seeing it at all.

#Blue Beetle #Blue Beetle III #Jaime Reyes #Khaji Da #DC #DC comics #comics #ScarabLove #fandom #fanfiction #my life

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Group H, Round 3, Poll 2:

Propaganda under the cut

Medea

Her husband divorced her so to get back at him she burned his new bride alive, murdered her own children and casually escaped justice in a chariot pulled by dragons and *made from the sun.* She is iconic and I love her.

propaganda from @apollosgiftofprophecy

Princess with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, granddaughter of the Titan of the Sun, Helios, and Priestess of Hecate, the literal Goddess of MagicStarts out a classic fairy tale (with a few murders in the mix for flavor)Jason (the man/husband she sacrificed EVERYTHING for) thought it would be totally alright to cheat on his sorceress wife with some princess and - double whammy - he planned to keep Medea as his mistress after he married this random princess!When she confronts him, he shows his true colors as a world-class bastard and she reminds him that he's only still alive, and only completed his quest for the Golden Fleece, because of her. (WHICH IS TRUE)To get back at him, Medea orchestrates the death of said princess (and indirectly the king's too, whoopsies :) ) by sending a beautiful dress for her that was laced with poison that caused the princess to catch on fire, and also killed whoever touched her (the king)She then murders her and Jason's two kids (after some emotional dilemma because she actually cares about them while Jason Does Not) and exits the kingdom In Style - how? Like this:Rises into the air on a golden chariot pulled by dragons given to her by Helios When Jason says the gods with avenge him, she tells him "lol, good luck with that oathbreaker!" and flies off into the night Like A Bossa little more context here: Jason's godly patron was Hera, the literal goddess of family and marriage. And he was going to abandon his children and break his vows to Medea.Also, she never is punished for any of this stuff, meaning her actions have the (reluctant :) always good to be morally gray) approval of the gods. She's one of the only nuanced female characters in Greek Mythology, and by god is she interestingThis, my friends, is why Medea is the ultimate Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss.

Hannibal Lecter

the og of gaslight gatekeep girlboss! he manipulates will graham and the fbi from the start, leads will to believe he has committed a large amount of gruesome murders by taking advantage of his encephalitis leading to him getting arrested, turning the people he trusts against him. he goes out to crime scenes HE CAUSED with the fbi to profile the killers and always stays one step ahead! absolute king

"Hannibal gaslights Will so hard that the latter thinks he (a) hallucinated a killer that was legitimately in the room and (b) that he blacked out and murdered their surrogate daughter. (Also manipulated at least one of his psychiatric patients into becoming a murderer in a prehistoric furry costume) He gatekeeps the FBI for fucking years, only showing what he wants to. Really messes with their minds by leaving DNA and voice recordings of a supposedly dead girl. (Then gaslights *her* so she believes someone completely different held her captive) Even when he was arrested, it was only because he chose to surrender — only so his One True Murder Husband-to-be would know where he was. Hannibal is also determined to succeed in whatever he does. In fact, failure is not his vocabulary. He confidently commits all his murders, makes puns literally every episode about his cannibalism, and always seems to have control over his situation. Even in prison, he plays and wins all the mental games he chooses to dabble in. Hannibal is a gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss bastard and I love him. Pls vote for him"

literally gaslighted will graham throughout season one. also induced seizures, committed major medical malpractice, allowed brain fever to occur, then promptly framed him for murder and attempted to convince him that he had done it. 10/10 insane gay behaviour. gatekeeps the serial killing community by repeatedly murdering other serial killers (tobias budge, that weird racist eye guy, probably other people). also gatekeeps the dante community, also with murder. girlboss in everything he does. the cannibal puns, shattering the fourth wall by looking at the camera, the camp gayness……… the list goes on.

The entire plot is him gaslighting will and gatekeeping various things from various characters and he girlbosses his way through murder and cannibalism

Please don't make me answer this.

Literally a cannibal who is a psychologist who manipulates will graham a lot

#round 3 #group h #Medea #Greek Mythology #Euripedes #hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannigram

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jlhynde-insanitybrilliance · 8 months

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UDLTTOM WORLDBUILDING RAMBBLE: MAGICAL CREATURES & THEIR GROUP NAMES

(pt. 1, pt. 2. pt.3, pt. 4)

This is a random thought, but you know how there are different words for different groups of animals. Like horses are called herds, whales have pods, wolves have packs, crows have murders, etc.

I think it would be interesting if the same could be said for magical creatures in the Harry Potter lore:

Like a group Thestrals I think should be called a Procession (as in funeral procession) because they’re associated with death and loss and watching someone die.

And a group of Phoenixes should be a Kindling because they’re constantly bursting into flames. 😂

Hippogriffs would be called a Pride because they would accept nothing less.

Thunderbirds should be called Derecho (fast moving wind/thunderstorm that occur often in the Great Plains of North America).

Unicorns should be called a Joust because the singular horn looks like jousting stick and males charge each other during mating season. 😂

Dragons would obviously have to be a Hoard.

A Demiguise would have to be called a Hide because they’re so good at disappearing.

And a Niffler has to be called a Robbery 😂 😂

And Trolls would be called a Cesspool because of their smell (which is rude, but very on brand for Wizards)

Boggarts would be a Terror.

Fwoopers (the bird thats song drives people insane) would be called a Babble. And non-stop babbling drives people crazy!

Crups would be a Scrounge because their scavengers and basically just little hyenas that look like Jack Russell terriers and are just as vicious. (Which puts a horrible spin on the Muggle-hunting with Crups if you know anything about how violent hyenas are.)

Basilisks I don’t think can exist in groups because I feel like the second they’d make eye contact they’d just kill each other. So a group of them would be a Boneyard because of the decomposed skeletons.

Runespoors would be called a Fork because of the 3 heads (i.e. 3 prongs) and how they can predict the future and see where there is a Fork in the road of someone’s life.

A Doxy would be part of a Massacre because they swarm like insects and their venom is deadly to any witch or wizard who gets bitten. And a group of Doxies settling in an area would lead to an entire village being wiped out in a mass killing.

And I know in canon a group of Bowtruckles is called a branch. But I propose that Briar would be a better word because if you mess with their tree, they attack you and try to gouge out your eyes just like briars have thorns that cut anyone who gets too close to the plant.

And Dugbogs would be called a Snare because they are ambush hunters & wizards who get to close will have them clamp around their ankle like a bear trap.

Also, I’m going to add that Ghouls would be a Ruckus because they bang on pipes when things are too quiet a group of them would make so much noise it’d sound like your house was being remodeled.

A Glumbumble is a bee-like insect that produces a honey-like substance which causes people who eat it to be lethargic and low-energy so they would be a Gloom.

A Kneazle would be part of a Jury because of their ability to detect and identify suspicious people.

And Grindylows would be a Gallow because they strangle their prey.

These are the only ones I can come up with on the spot. But I want to think about this and come up with a crazy long list. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to reblog this with them! I’ll probably keep adding to this list as I come up with more.

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Hey everyone, This is a little random but something has been bothering me a little bit eversince the whole drama with Aller-geez started. I wouldn't have talked about it on my blog if I didn't have a personal reason to but since it turns out I do, I feel like I need to talk about it.

Now I'll preface this by urging you guys not to send any hate towards her, this post is just to kinda vent on my own experience and maybe as a warning for other people but I, in no way, intend for this to be a hate message or a clue for people to go on a witch hunt against her. I wholeheartedly believe in taking accountability and responsibility for your own actions, but attacking people doesn't lead anywhere.

So about two weeks ago, Aller-geez and I agreed on an art trade together, where I would draw one of her characters and she would draw one of mine (I did not post anything about it mainly because those characters of mine are strictly confined to another platform for now and I don't wish for any fetish art to be done with them as of today). Everything went well and the next day she sent me her finished share of the trade (which is insanely fast I thought) and I was so happy and grateful with the result. Some days later I sent her my share (which took more time since I work traditionally and suffer from some personal issues on the side that make drawing tricky sometimes) and that was it. But with the recent events unfolding, I'm now left with so many doubts. Between the insane speed at which she drew or the few inconsistencies I noticed, the prospect of having received art that was stolen and traced is disheartening. Even more since I really worked hard on my own drawing, spending days on it. I want to believe her words when she says it was a one time occurence but I recognized other artworks of hers that were traced. This is making it even harder for me to believe and rest easy. It's hard for me to trust people sometimes and this is definitely not helping. I'll end this by saying that even though Aller-geez and Leopard are defending themselves by saying that this didn't affect or hurt anyone, in the end it isn't completely true.

#not snz #again please don't send any hate her way #this is just to vent #cause yes I'm a little upset #cause I'll probably never know what the truth is

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This is long winded rant about Cogwheels by Akutagawa

I wrote this a while back in a fit of obsession over the irl Akutagawa (that will never go away). I'd consider it vague analysis/ summary and not 100% focused on the BSD character if that's what you're looking for. Tbh I'm practicing my analysis/ writing skills and I'm not very confident in them yet. All this warning, it's not actually that bad I think (hope), I just have high standards for myself.

Anyways this is for @twinksintrees who asked about it

PDF of Cogwheels by Akutagawa Ryunosuke that I used:

https://documents.pub/document/ryunosuke-akutagawa-cogwheels.html?page=1

Cogwheels is a fictional work by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but it’s widely acknowledged to be a thinly veiled autobiography. It was written in 1927, the same year the author commits suicide.

The story follows the main character’s thought processes in his day to day life. The events that occur aren’t what captivates me, but the emotions and thought patterns described. The mood is consistently very alone, different, and other from the population. This feeling of otherness is furthered by the paranoia the main character is experiencing, which drives him away from the few people he knows and the various physical illnesses he struggles with. His thought patterns feel disjointed to the reader, containing lots of logical leaps. He'll notice a recurring theme or object, like seeing an airplane several times in different situations and become paranoid and obsessive over the meaning of it. Throughout the work these varying recurring themes seem random and unimportant to the reader until the climax in which the character goes on a walk and encounters each of the subjects of those recurring themes, which he had been perceiving as premonitions of insanity and death. The culmination of all the foreshadowed repetition and the subsequent breakdown he has as he believes he is dying breaks down the distance the reader feels to the illogical fears and thoughts. The paranoia becomes justified to an outside observer when it all comes together.

Cogwheels reflects Akutagawa’s deteriorating mental state, as he successfully committed suicide the same year it was written. According to his Wikipedia page, he had intensifying and persistent visual hallucinations throughout his life as well as anxiety. We’ll never know the specifics of his mental illness, but I believe liberties can be taken to apply the experiences of the main character in Cogwheels to its author as the story is mostly autobiographical. The main character’s thought patterns revealed what I interpreted as compulsions and possibly OCD (but I am not particularly knowledgeable on the subject), depression, paranoia and other symptoms I may not be able to diagnose. The way in which these experiences are written and the feelings the descriptions invoke could not have been done by someone who wasn’t experiencing those exact things.

The story feels like a very honest look into how Akutagawa thought and his worldview. This was written as his struggles and illnesses (mental and physical) were coming to climax. Another detail that may be Akutagawa’s thoughts projected is that multiple times in the story the character wants to admit himself to a mental hospital, but, "to go there meant death to me." Akutagawa’s life was plagued by fear of inheriting his mother’s madness. She was admitted to a mental institution when he was very young. Toward the end of his life that fear only grew as well as, "a vague sense of anxiety about my own future," which is one main reason for his suicide, given in his suicide note.

Regarding suicide, I can't help but think of how Dazai and Akutagawa's roles are reversed in BSD as they are in real life. The author Dazai greatly looked up to Akutagawa and I wonder what he may have thought and felt reading the works of a similarly depressed author. He was very affected by Akutagawa's death, being around 18 when it happened (Akutagawa was 35). The authors really are very similar, their works known for being bleak. It’s as if everyone else can't see how horrible things are and they are uniquely miserable in the world. As I continue to learn about the two authors I hope to compare their similarities in writing style and lifestyle in more depth.

Akutagawa also had connections to Junichiro, with whom he publicly disagreed over whether the content or the structure of a story is more important in writing. Akutagawa argued that structure, or how the story is told, is more important. Any relationships between the real life inspirations for the Bungou Stray Dogs characters interests me, and I find this opinion held by Akutagawa relevant to Cogwheels. The content of the story is the quite mundane and sad life of the character, while the descriptions of declining sanity and the emotions conveyed are what I believe make the work so compelling. I’d be interested in reading Junichiro’s work to compare how his preference for the content and plot of a story impacts his writing.

In Cogwheels, the character’s emotions are constantly being influenced by anything he may perceive as or relate to something negative. His “normal” thought patterns or casual day will be interrupted once he makes any sort of negative connection or suspicious observation. He will obsess over the meaning of it, spiraling into distress and anxiety.

This is my favorite example of that:

""Asylum" was precisely what it was. I somehow felt something soothing in the rosy tint of the wall and relaxed at a table. Fortunately there were only a few other customers there. I sipped a cup of cocoa and started to drag on a cigarette, as usual. The smoke rose in a faint blue stream up the rosy wall. The harmonious mingling of the soft colors was agreeable to me. But after a time I discovered a portrait of Napoleon on the wall to my left and began to feel uneasy again. When Napoleon was only a student, he had written on the last page of his geography notebook: "Saint Akutagawa Helena, a small island." lt might have been, as we say, only a coincidence. But it must have made even Napoleon shiver eventually . . . Gazing at Napoleon, I thought about my own work. And there burst upon me certain phrases in A Fool's Life. (Especially the words, "Life is more hellish than hell itself.") And also the hero's fate in my Hell Screen-a painter called Yoshihide. Then.. smoking I looked around the cafe trying to escape such memories. I had taken shelter here no more than five minutes earlier. Already the place had undergone a complete change. What made me most uncomfortable was the fact that the chairs and tables of imitation mahogany did not go with the rosy walls. Afraid I should fall into an agony imperceptible to others, I tried to get out of the cafe by quickly tossing down a silver coin."

This passage shows how one thing (a painting of Napoleon) will remind him of something negative and cause a downward spiral that seems to contain leaps between subjects, and he becomes distressed. As a fan of the writing style, I especially notice and admire the way Akutagawa describes the color of the wall as soothing in the beginning, with pleasant imagery, then cites the colors of the furniture and walls as his greatest source of discomfort in the end of the passage. The character feels as though the very environment around him has turned against him, changing with his shifting moods. What was pleasant has become hostile, the outside mirroring his inner state.

The last paragraph of Cogwheels is something that has struck me since the first time I read it. It’s the character’s reaction to the climax of the story, in which he went on a walk and had a breakdown over the culmination of the recurring premonitions:

“It was the most frightening experience in my life- l haven't the strength to go on writing. lt is inexpressibly painful to live in such a frame of mind. lsn't there anyone to come and strangle me quietly in my sleep?”

I am reminded of what Asagiri said in an interview: “This story (Bungou Stray Dogs) is not for people who are good at living.” Akutagawa was also arguably not good at living, which creates a connection between the inspiration for the manga character and its reader that fascinates me.

As much as I describe the thought patterns and paranoia in Cogwheels as something somewhat foreign, something experienced by someone who was nearing the end and reaching the height of their lifelong mental illness, I find some familiarity in it. Akutagawa was far from good at living and the lack of control and fear I sense in his life and in this story resonate with me. I’m drawn to the hopeless tone of his works and the tragedies of his life.

Sources and Further Info:

Akutagawa’s Wikipedia page

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ry%C5%ABnosuke_Akutagawa

Some of his childhood and analysis/ comparison to Edgar Allen Poe

https://www.washburn.edu/reference/bridge24/Akutagawa.html

BSD Wiki for some of the relationship between author Dazai and Akutagawa

https://bungostraydogs.fandom.com/wiki/Real-life_References

A partial translation of the Asagiri interview (@Popopretty1 on Twitter)

https://twitter.com/Popopretty1/status/16634469970163916

#friends it is 4:16 am and I am too tired to keep rereading this so here you go #I kinda don't love it but I'm proud of it anways #it takes practice to get good so this is practice #this kind of thing is why my mom thinks im bonkers lol #slippery slimey #bungou stray dogs #if you read it you can leave constructive criticism or say something nice:)#akutagawa #guys idk if im cold or just very anxious about posting this bc i am literally shaking probably both #this is the first thing ive posted from a computer usually im on my phone #ok ill stop rambling and actually hit post

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What do you imagine weddings in the nine houses are like? Do you think they still wear white or abide by any more traditional pre-resurrection customs? Since Jod drew so much inspiration from both Rome and Catholicism (Catholic wedding doctrine is based on the ideas of free will marriage that were tradition in ancient Rome) I think it's likely but there has to be some insane necromancy element too. Maybe a riff on the eucharist from wedding masses? Also, how do you think it varies from house to house? You always have really fun and creative ideas about the world, so I thought I'd ask your opinion about one of my favorite random headcanons to think about. (P.S. I hope the eras concert was fun!!)

Oh gosh, first of all, that is incredibly flattering lol. Second... I actually hadn't given this just a ton of thought before getting this, so it's been fun to thing about!

I think they probably resemble Christian/Catholic wedding ceremonies enough to be recognizable as such, but I would love it if they were like, the funhouse mirror version of that. I LOVE the idea of the Eucharist being involved prominently, but maybe even at a more symbolic level? Like we could obviously tie that to the whole "consume the flesh" thing, but I just feel like Tamsyn could come up with a really cool play on that concept that would never even occur to me lol.

I kind of doubt they wear white; I don't really have a good rationale for this other than vibes. Just thinking about how we see a decent range of aesthetics across the clothing of the Houses, especially in color, it would track that they have differing customs for wedding/ceremonial attire as well. Like, I can't really imagine that the Sixth whole gray librarian thing translates into formalwear the same way that say, the Third does (although using the Third as an example feels like cheating, because I suspect they go over the top for EVERYTHING so no one was gonna be doing it like them anyway lmao).

As an aside, I'm pausing for a moment to push one of my most indulgent AtN bingo card items, which is Harrow wearing white. I know the Lyctor robes are like, iridescent white, but I mean purely white. With Alecto getting so much imagery around light, and how Harrow describes her in the Tomb as wearing wearing "a white shift", it could be a cool parallel. Oh also, now that I think about it, the whole thing about Harrow being a nun, i.e., "betrothed to the Locked Tomb". Plus like, there's something there about the way it would be close to but not exactly like the iridescent white of the Lyctor robes, like, John was trying to emulate that and could only achieve a flashy approximation. And something something Harrow setting aside the black of the Ninth something mumble. But mostly, I'm heart eyes over more wedding/marriage imagery for her and Gideon 🥰 (Idk what to make of that in contrast to the white that the Tower Princes wear, but it's entirely hypothetical at this point, which means that I can ignore anything that doesn't fit my agenda.)

On my last reread, one of the little details that I was actually really taken by was that Magnus is noted to be wearing a wedding ring. So that tradition still stands, at least for the Fifth, and I absolutely melted over it.

I would kind of assume the vibe of a wedding ceremony varies from House to House, maybe along the lines of what we know about the cultures of each and what they tend to emphasize. If that's the case, I would LOVE to see a Seventh wedding; I bet it's gorgeous and deliciously fucked up. I'm really really curious about the wedding that Tamsyn has mentioned being in AtN, especially because she mentioned party dresses, and you know how I love putting blorbos in outfits. I suspect that her saying that is a bit of a red herring... Like if I'm giving my best guess, there WILL be a wedding (an actual one, not just a symbolic Lyctorhood whatever wedding) BUT I don't it will be the focus. I could see it being used really neatly as backdrop for some heisty business, more of a plot device to get people all in one place or as a distraction. I'm not getting my hopes up to see the actual ceremony, I guess is what I'm saying. The real action might be happening in the next room over.

(and P.S. THANK YOU! It was AMAZING and honestly, probably the best night of my life and also I cried for basically the entire thing, I still cannot believe I was lucky enough to be there. I got to go with my best friends, who live quite far away from me and I hadn't seen since January, which made it that much more fun. We went to the second night, and we mostly stayed off our phones/away from any social media so that we could go in and be completely surprised without having seen anything about it, and I'm so glad we did! I wouldn't have held out if we were going to a different date lol.)

#me writing about weddings in the love-and-grief series: 😐#me adding a post script about the Eras tour: 😭#no joke though i did tear up a bit. which isn't surprising because i also get teary when i rewatch the videos i took lol #live music in general makes me really emotional but i also get really emotional about Taylor's music in particular #having grown up right along with her (i actually was at one of her first headlining shows in 2008 when only her debut was out)#and how her album releases have magically lined up with a lot of the big transitions in my own life #but anyway now i'm derailing in the tags lol #thank you for sending this! it was super fun to think about and i want to hear everyone else's thoughts!#also sorry i took so long to get to this - my brain has been fried #i still have a few more and i promise i will get to them!!!!!#tlt #my tlt thoughts #ask #anonymous

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Writing Notes - "Bomb Rush Blush (but it never ends)

Hey guys! Happy C4ll13 day! If you haven't read it yet, I posted a fic to mark this special occasion, and you can read it here. Initially I was just gonna ramble in the notes in ao3 like I've done for the other 2 oneshots I've posted, but then I realized I have too many Thoughts™ to just put there... so here we go! Spoilers for the fic ahead!

Before we talk about the fic itself, I want to talk about Side Order.

When it first came out, many people were disappointed. I worried I would be too, at first, but after beating it the first time (and now having done it with all of them except Eight's) I can say that I personally wasn't. The color chips are insanely fun and I love them: truly the best take on upgrades we've seen in Splatoon. However, that's not the main part people were disappointed by: instead, it was the story.

And yeah, I agree.

The problem with Side Order is not conceptual. It has all the ingredients to make something really good. The problem is that it doesn't use any of them. Specifically, with grayscaling. What even is grayscaling? We don't really know. All we get is an exposition dump from Marina and that's it. That's... not good. There's a reason "show don't tell" is preached to the nines. Because we don't know what grayscaling means, it's hard to really care about anything that's going on. We're climbing up this tower for... what? To save a bunch of random people? We don't even have any reason to believe they're in danger. Saving Marina would have fixed this, but that goes out the window after you clear the tutorial because she's just... there. Afterward. There's no motivation to get to the top of the tower, no reason to beat Order. You just do it... well, because you have to.

That's bad.

So yeah. After Side Order, I was eagerly waiting to see if anyone would do something cool with the grayscaling... but to no avail. So, I took power into my own hands and wrote this thing.

Grayscaling—what even is it?: Yeah, I had to answer this before I did anything else. What I came up is well, best summed up by the phrase used in the fic itself: dissociative depression. One of the few details we get about grayscaling canonically is that it's a "loss of free will." And well... depression kinda is exactly that, isn't it? Well, it literally isn't, but in a way, depression saps out the energy you could've used to make changes in your life. It traps you, making you believe there's no escape. It's stagnant, unchanging, just like Order wants everything and everyone to be. And the dissociation comes from the fact that grayscaling occurs when your soul is literally sucked in to the Memverse. The way I see it, with a "soul" almost being like consciousness, that means your mind is being sucked into the Memverse too. Given that souls are very resistant to being separated from the body, I imagine this isn't a pretty process. Hence, the dissociative episodes that occur when a soul is being sucked in... and the "snap" back. These episodes are uncontrollable, which is what makes them dangerous. Imagine if you're driving on the highway and this suddenly happens to you. What happens if the person in front of you breaks during it? Well, an accident.

The Squid Sisters and mental health issues: Famous celebrity or not, everyone struggles with mental health sometimes... hence, why I gave the Squid Sisters a history of it in this fic. For Marie, it felt very fitting to give her depression. She comes off as cold and uncaring sometimes, and depression can make you into that. I also wanted to reference the fact that she's struggled with this several times throughout her life, because while many people have one depressive "episode," many cycle through several in their life like Marie. Just like in real life, it gets better and worse for her from time to time. And for Callie, while the focus is Marie for most of this fic, I think she struggles with anxiety. Callie is the exact opposite of Marie, she's happy and peppy and go go go, and anxiety is almost like the opposite of depression. Like Marie, she suppresses her symptoms just as intensely, if not more.

Callie and Marie's relationship: As with what happens whenever I write new characters, I was at first worried about writing these two, but as it turned out, it went pretty well! They're like true sisters in that they do their fair share of jesting (see: Callie calling Marie "grandma," which is something actually in in-game dialogue), but deep down, really care about each other. They've also done a lot of growth since S2, which is why this situation is so distressing for them at first. It can be scary to realize you're falling back on old patterns... but at the end of the day, you're moving forward regardless.

Dr Herring and THE EMAIL SKIN YAAAYY: Part 1 of the snazzy formatting, the email skin! I found it online, it's pretty neat, but let me tell you... it was a pain to get it all right for every single email. Still, I think it worked out really cool and adds some nice realism to this fic. Now, as for the emails themselves, I think they serve several purposes. For one, they show how deeply Callie cares about Marie because you know, she's literally emailing her therapist. They also do some exposition. I always like doing exposition like this, where it's an-universe thing that is directly told to characters rather than being in narration or something, because it's far more natural and interesting. It's also why there's the scene with Jay... and just in general why I write a lot of scene where characters find things out by eavesdropping

The News (snazzy formatting part 2): Yeah, the news articles! Again, for a touch of realism and to include exposition without it being jarring. While the first one wasn't that hard (I just made the text into headers), the second... definitely was. Specifically, because it's a podcast transcript and I wanted to have the names on the left and the text a unified block on the right like real ones... so, I had to learn how to code tables with HTML! It took me a bit and at some points it randomly moved the text to the end of the fic with a bunch of line breaks, but I figured it out and I'm very happy with it! I hope to do more cool formatting with my fics in the future.

The... Actual Content of the News: Remember when I mentioned how the dissociation caused by grayscaling could be dangerous? Yeah, I knew I wanted to fulfill my promises with that. The reason was... well, I wanted grayscaling to have actual consequences. I mean obviously depression is bad, but this makes it way scarier. Like, people are dying! The Persona series does this in its beginnings and it works super well.

The Ending: Man, poor Callie. She's been through the ringer. I ended it like this because it's still a few months/weeks before Side Order, and I imagine Order's takeover took a while. Yeah, canonically it took place in *one* day I think, but I don't care about canon. It's way more interesting if it gets actual buildup. But... don't worry, she isn't like this forever obviously. I might write a second chapter of some kind where she gets better in the future, who knows.

So yeah! Happy C4ll13 day! I've wanted to share this fic for a while, especially because it's more angsty and I haven't written anything quite like it yet? Or at least, anything that I've posted. I'm also planning a similar fic from Marie's perspective that covers the same events called "Tide Goes Out (but never comes back in). That will come out... whenever I feel like because March 13th is in like, eleven months. I also have a larger, Side Order-related project that is basically my retelling of the story with some tweaks called Monochrome Malaise. Both are fun and I hope I get to them so... no promises.

Anyways, enough writing talk. I'm on April break, which means... I'm graduating soon! Yay! That also means I'm one step closer to getting a cochlear implant in my left ear. If you've been following my writing for a while, you know that I lost hearing in it randomly in February 2023 and have been basically half-deaf ever since, which has been a struggle and a half. This implant will hopefully help me hear better, since I can't use a hearing aid. It's a surgery though, which is scary... they literally stick a magnet under your skin and put a wire of electrodes through your cochlea. No, I'm not making it up. Since I'll be out of commission for a bit because of that, that means... more writing! Yay! I can only imagine I'll be bored out of my mind lol.

So yeah! RIP Splatoon 1 and happy April, Neil banging out the tunes and Homestuck day! Hope it's a good one for you.

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Okay so I've just been thinking of what if like Emma, Max and Dylan did something sort of similar to Unus Annus? Like, how crazy do you think they would get as they try to top the previous video? And also roping in the others occasionally (especially Jacob cause he'll basically do anything)

My favorite trio doing literally anything? Sign me up.

It occured to me that some people may have zero context for what Unus Annus is but just imagine a bunch of progressively more unhinged challenge videos or investing way too much time into an obscure topic.

But I'm so hooked. like Laura, Abi and Ryan would be behind the camera like Amy, filming, helping them come up with ideas, and also watching things unfold incase they inevitably hurt themselves.

Dylan makes the "I get to shoot you with a paintball gun at one random point during a video sometime in the future" deal with Max and Max agrees but then they're halfway through a video like 3 months later, Dylan walks off screen and comes back with a paintball gun and Max is begging for his life. (I'll continue under the cut)

Max simultaneously being like "I wanna test how much my body can take- not because I'm a masochistic." The camera pans over to Laura and she's just staring at it.

Emmas the one who came up with the "*video idea* but with impending sense of doom" stuff bc ofc she did.

They start a running joke where Emma gets subtly and gradually more unhinged in every video. Random shots of her examining a knife in the background and staring at the boys while they're talking, then looking at the camera and it cuts back to the original video topic without explanation.

Whoevers behind the camera zooming in on her phone screen while she's searching "how much poison does it take to kill a grown man?"

"Discussing ways I would murder Dylan and Max and hide their bodies (this video is definitely a joke)" and the thumbnail is something absolutely bonkers like a deep fried image of Emma holding a chainsaw or smn.

"Duct Tape Crucifixion (Abi please don't watch this video)"

Lots of videos filled in Emma and Abi's house titled (Abi please don't watch)

I thought about the "Building IKEA furniture without instructions" video but I actually think Max and Dylan would be pretty competent at it? Emma's fully expecting it to be chaotic but instead the boys just get really quiet and focused and Emma's standing there commentating on it like a babysitter.

However "building the world's hardest IKEA furniture without instructions" drives all three of them insane.

Dylan absolutely breaks his nose on the aerial hoop and then re-breaks it in a later challenge. Dylan tries to keep going with the videos and Ryan's off camera like "boy if you don't stop filming right now-"

"Dylan accidentally injures himself for 20 minutes" compilation"

I can't see any of them doing the fitness stuff, I think they would lean hard into the funny editing to make the videos insane or somewhat spooky/unsettling. Also all three of them are masters at holding deadpan faces for the sake of comedy.

"Max injures himself on purpose for 30 minutes" compilation

"Max being a menace with a taser for 10 minutes"

Dylan's the one ordering all the insane shit. The world's hottest peppers, the crazy Amazon products, the wubble, the personal sauna. They make several videos called some variation of "Dylan continues to be irresponsible with his money"

I could go on but I need to stop. But I encourage any more asks about this topic specifically

#the quarry #unus annus #emma mountebank #dylan leviny #max brinly #blygbank #radioheads #laurax #ask #lowonmelatonin

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 3 months

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The Temptation of the Immortals (3)

Warnings: cursing, canon typical violence for the Percy Jackson series, spoilers for the Percy Jackson series, nightmares, the gods being absent parents, references to Greek Mythology, mentions of starvation and trauma.

“Reading is boring (Name).” Alexander complained once he’d eaten his lunch and after you asked him to choose his book. The sudden change in mood startled you – when you introduced yourself to him, the boy was so cheerful and he had spent twenty minutes showing you all of his toys. He had explained which ones were his favourites and which ones he loved to cuddle with.

“Why do you think it’s boring?”

Alexander scuffed the toe of his shoe across the floor, “It just is.”

“Okay.” You selected a book at random and opened to the first page with pictures, “How about you tell me what is happening in this picture?” You asked, pointing to a picture of a boy walking a dog under a blue sky.

Alexander glared up at you, “I’m six not stupid! The boy is walking a dog and there aren’t any clouds in the sky. Then later in the book, the boy gets wet.”

You frowned, “How does the boy get wet?”

Alexander shrugged, “I don’t know. He just does.” When he finished speaking, Alexander decided to stare out of the window as if whatever was on the other side was more interesting than your conversation.

“The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek.” The words that Annabeth spoke an eternity ago when she was explaining your place in the camp to you sounded in your mind as clear as if she were standing right next to you now.

“It’s a long shot but I wonder….”

“Do you have paper and a pen to write with?”

Clearly confused, Alexander nodded slowly and walked away from you. You barely had enough time to figure out what he could do while he waited before the child returned clutching a writing book and a pen which he handed to you.

“This isn’t going to take me long,” you promised as you flipped open the book and began to copy the sentence out in ancient Greek. “While I do this, do you have a favourite animal?”

Alexander nodded again and you smiled encouragingly at the boy. You sat down and he mirrored your action, sitting cross legged opposite you.

“What’s your favourite animal?”

“I like dogs.” The boy stated immediately with all the conviction a six-year-old could possess. “They never lie and they always tell you how they’re feeling. I wish we could get a dog but dad says no.”

“I wanted a pet when I was your age too but we didn’t have the space for one.”

“The place you lived in must’ve been tiny.”

“It was,” you agreed, knowing that Alexander’s understanding of the word tiny and yours were probably very different. “We had enough space for my mum to buy ivy that lived in a pot plant so I looked after that instead.”

“What are you writing?” The boy asked.

“Have a look,” you suggested and handed the book over to him while you fiddled with the pen.

“The boy is taking the dog for a walk outside. He is wearing a red t-shirt, blue shorts, and a hat. The dog’s fur is brown.” Alexander read haltingly.

“That’s good!” You praised when he finished the last sentence. Inwardly, your heart sank. “I can’t believe some of the Olympians are still repeating the same patterns of behaviour. Is it a five-thousand-year-old habit? Or an unwillingness to change?”

Then another, worse thought occurred to you, “How am I going to tell them? They’re going to think I’m insane.”

“I did it! I can read this!” He cried happily.

The rest of the afternoon passed in the same way. You would write a sentence from the book and Alexander would read it. As the book progressed, Alexander grew more and more interested in reading and when he finished reading the sentences that you had written, he looked up at you as if to say, “Is that it?”

The door handle turned and Alexander jumped up happily. The door cracked open and Alexander launched himself over to it as quickly as his feet could carry him, “Dad! Dad! I did it! I read a book!”

Bryan must have been used to his son’s energy because he opened the door fully and scooped his son into a hug, “That’s my boy! I knew you could do it!”

Feeling like you were intruding on a private moment, you climbed to your feet. The movement drew father and son’s eyes to you, “It’s not often that I’m impressed. You’ve done a good job today.”

“Why don’t you tell my dad what you think of him?” Alexander recommended, resting his head on his dad’s shoulder.

A fog descended over your mind and all you could think about was telling Bryan how handsome he’d looked in his suit when you first met. The fog felt invasive yet familiar and you bit down on your tongue in an effort to control yourself. The sting of your teeth on your tongue sent a spark of pain through you and the fog cleared. At the same time, you realised why the fog felt familiar and your heart sunk even further.

“I should be going,” you replied. “It’s not fair if I leave Piper to close up the museum by herself again.”

Alexander was looking at you with wide eyes and you could feel his gaze on you even as you left the apartment and heard Bryan telling his son that he’d found a new school for him. When you returned to the museum to find Piper locking up the doors a few minutes earlier than your usual closing time, you forced a smile and told her that Alexander was a bright kid.

“See? I knew it would be all right!” Piper crowed triumphantly. “I do have good ideas! Say it! Say it!”

“You have good ideas, Piper.” You admitted.

“And you should have more faith in me.” Piper added as she linked her arm through yours.

“Piper, I trust you with the world and with my life. Is that not good enough?”

“It’s more than good enough.” She affectionately flicked you on the nose and grinned at the face you made.

You wished her a good night and then the two of you parted ways. In your apartment, you stared down at the water streaming from the kitchen tap and into the sink. Fumbling behind you, you grabbed your purse and pulled out a drachma.

“O Iris, Goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering.” You prayed before flicking the coin into the stream, “Show me Chiron at Camp Half-Blood.”

For a moment, nothing changed. Then the water shimmered and twisted becoming similar to a TV screen yet the image was still blurry. Calling on your last shred of patience, you waited for the image to clear and when it did, you recognised the surroundings immediately and the occupant of the Big House.

“Hi, Dad.”

#my writing #my fics #percy jackson x the good fight #bryan kneef #reader #bryan kneef x reader #alexander kneef #piper mclean #the temptation of the immortals

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Find the word tag

Tagged by the wonderful @elshells here and @talesfromaurea here. Thank you!

And gently passing the tag to: @dogmomwrites @eccaiia @sunset-a-story. Your words are: note, cure, thought, sun.

From Aurea: free, cup, meet, and sky. Can I find all of them in The Fulcrum...

Free (Ra'na's POV)

The town is nothing more than a larger version of the village. Young beetles roam the streets freely, they barely reach up to Avians’ knees. As before, the houses’ walls are made of amber-coloured elytra, slightly translucent, warm both in touch and appearance, etched in lighter patterns, records of the families and events that are notable by the peasants’ standards. In the centre though stand a few buildings of fired bricks, blue-tinged and porous. The hatchery is one of them, central here as everywhere else, then there’s a potter’s kiln, the watchtower, and the one stone residence for the lease-lord. Ra’na almost doesn’t notice it, tucked away among others.

Cup (...'s POV)

The Peacemakers and the Land Treader sit at the benches that cling to the outside walls of the guardhouse. They drink water from hollowed-out gourds and send … to refill them at the stream that tumbles down from the Fracture. She takes the three gourds and does as she’s told. The Land Treader’s flask is more elaborate, she notices idly. The stopper is better fitted, and the straps are made of well-cured leather. … fills the flasks and quenches her own thirst. She cups some water in her hands, then lets it flow between her fingers, soothing.

Meet (Ra'na's POV)

Avians around her begin to disperse. Her begrudging guide inquires if her hunger is sated, and once she confirms, they lead her to meet the Hakasha, as promised. She follows them up and up the ramps to the topmost level of the ziggurat.

Sky (also Ra'na's POV)

“We have thought of the celestial bodies to be eternal. Timeless. For hundreds of generations no changes to them have been observed, and many scholars have studied the night sky closely. Now three new moving stars appeared. It’s inexplicable, and some find it frightening.” She stops, remembering herself. She is no longer a pupil answering her teacher. She is a full-fledged envoy of the Scribes’ Guild. “Some say that they foretell the return of the Ancients,” she concludes.

From Ella: reflect, letter, escape, ceremony, haunt. I'll look in the last draft of Prodigal Children.

Reflect (Erya's POV)

However, for the next dance Gullin asked Prince Ianim, and this was different. This was unlike most of the dances Erya had watched that night and unlike the way Gullin had acted before. The tune was slow and wistful, and his body language reflected that. So did Prince Ianim’s. Erya still couldn’t tell what it was about dancing that bothered her so much. She had never tried it, but then she didn’t partake in organised hunts either, and that idea did not trouble her at all.

Letter (Erya's POV)

“Say, has anyone other than Darias mentioned marriage to you recently?” Anthea raised an eyebrow, demanding an explanation. “Oh, I was keeping an eye on him and came across the letter some time ago. It occurs to me that in uncertain times like these some may see it as a way of forging a powerful alliance as well as gaining popularity.” Anthea smirked. “I hope that my public image is enough to discourage such ideas.”

Yes, Anthea accepted that Erya will read every prince's correspondence.

Escape (Gullin's POV)

A shaky laugh escaped him. "You're insane." Lissan grinned. It was the grin that convinced Gullin that they were going to be all right.

Ceremony (Random guest's POV that may get cut)

Prince Kessimir had always considered weddings to be a treat for a Crystal. Even the arranged, political marriages involved some joyful celebration. There was always a child who didn’t look beyond the surface of the ceremony, or some old friends who were happy to be reunited, or even just a couple of guests who enjoyed the setting.

Haunt (Lissan's POV)

For a few heartbeats, he watched Gullin’s familiar features, only to notice how tense his jaw was and how set the frown on his forehead looked. This was concerning. Gullin looked up at him, without joy or relief. His eyes were dark. Haunted. This was bad.

#the fulcrum #prodigal children #writeblr #tag game #find the word tag #writeblr tag game

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Something that I found quite uncomfortable and creepy is how Belos in his child's disguise to guide Luz and Hunter in his portraits/memories even grabbed and touched Luz pretending to be scared or when he took her by the hand to take her to one of his portraits/memories and laughing while he gets the tools to kill the palisman monster fusion and slowly going from crying to laughing psychotically once he captures him and when Hunter has doubts about how mindscapes work, kid Belos laughts at him.

okay so i do want to talk about this but first i am going to lightly scold you a bit in a hopefully educational manner and say, let's not use 'psychotic' that way, yeah?

you could call it a 'creepy' laugh or an 'evil' laugh or a 'villainous' laugh or a 'triumphant (evil)' laugh but it was not 'laughter in the manner of one experiencing psychosis'

i can't claim to be a hardliner about the hyperbolic or casual use of words like 'crazy' or 'insane' at all (although i definitely try to check myself if what i'm saying is derogatory or perjorative, because that is not a conversational habit i want to perpetuate)

but 'psychotic' has a very specific clinical meaning in terms of symptoms people experience and those symptoms have absolutely no bearing on a person's morality or how they behave towards others

i certainly have some feelings about Belos's mental state (i genuinely do not think he is well or healthy or neurotypical, this is value neutral, how he chooses to respond to it is on his own head and not an inherent product of his mental health) and we could have a fascinating talk about his relationship to/experience of reality and how that might impact the way he acts, but like

Belos in that whole sequence was not in any way demonstrating psychosis. he was not experiencing any kind of delusions or hallucinations. there's 0 evidence of disorganized thought or speech patterns here or that he's acting based on anything other than the actual reality which is occurring, and he's responding to it in typical, rational, reasonable ways.

the idea of Babybel as 'psychotic' is just pure 'horror movie kid' tropes and those tropes are in fact based on the demonization of a hugely inaccurate idea of what mental illness looks like and like, of all the shit he did during this episode, "laughed a creepy triumphant laugh as he finally executed his plan and dealt with this long-standing problem" was really not, like, an irrational one

so anyway though, gonna respond under the cut because it got long

but yeah the way he gloms onto Luz is very creepy. he just really does seem very fixated on Luz and it seems to be a mixture of things - she's the only other human he's met in a long time, so she's more of a person and equal to him than any of these witches and demons he's been toying with all these years

he seems to want to impress her and sway her to his side - his whole little "i'll do anything to save humanity from evil" bit was very staged (i'm not saying the sentiment was insincere necessarily, but it came across as very reminiscent of his earlier street preacher Titan-speaker act) and he seemed a bit taken aback/disappointed when she didn't go for it

he's been very playful and almost fond towards her, he really seems to enjoy messing with her and talking to her, he acts extremely familiar with her, keeps making these little callbacks to previous encounters like they're shared jokes

and yeah as a kid like he just keeps going right for her. there are two people here, one of them is his brainwashed nephew-brother-son (sneph-bro?) who he created to play house with

and the other is this random human girl who he's only ever had negative interactions with and who thinks he's an evil monster

and which one of them does he cling to and grab onto and hug and pull around?

the fact that he was Belos the whole time just makes that whole sequence and his behavior so uncomfortable. he is just such a creep and he takes every possible opportunity to be Extra Creepy.

#emperor belos #luz noceda #toh spoilers #the owl house #asks

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