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maniculum · 27 days

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Bestiaryposting Results: Dikebael

This animal's name is, admittedly, a bit of a "Tirion upon Túna (upon Rye)" situation in that I did not process that there was anything unusual about the name until, shortly after the entry went up, it got a "heh. Dick-ball" reply. (And they weren't alone; at least one of the art posts that's gone up has acknowledged the unfortunate name.) It probably doesn't help that this entry references the animal's testicles.

I can't even go, "well, it's not pronounced like that," because by the orthographical rules of the conlang I used to generate these names, it would be pronounced /dɪ·kɛ·bæ·ɛl/, so the start still pretty much sounds like "dick". I'd say I'll be more careful about that in future, but I scheduled all of these ahead of time and I'm not sure it's worth digging through the queue, so we'll just have to see.

Anyway, for anyone who's not sure what this whole "bestiaryposting" thing is, you can find an explanation and previous posts here: https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. The entry that people are working from this time is here:

(Also, I just want to remind anyone reading that you're free to join in -- this is not a closed thing, just check out the "maniculum bestiaryposting" tag and sort by latest to see what the current beast is. Felt I should say that since we've had the same group of people for a while and I don't want anyone seeing the same set of usernames each time and thinking this is an exclusive club.)

Anyway, art below the cut in roughly chronological order.

@sweetlyfez (link to post here), acknowledging the lack of physical description in the entry, has opted to just have fun with it and put together this strange chimerical creature. I think the flat little horns on top of its snout are really interesting -- the linked post describes them as functioning like a stone circle to make sure it has the right date for its annual announcements. I have no idea if that would work at all, but it seems like it fits the general logic of the bestiary, and I like it.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) has an interesting explanation in the linked post about how they decided to combine features of various desert-dwelling animals with the basic body plan of a peccary (which is apparently the same animal I know as a "javelina" -- I learn a lot looking stuff up while I write these posts). They then acknowledge that, without the context of all the things they're working in here, it kind of just looks like they've drawn a very large warthog. It's a very good hog, though. Something neat that you might miss if you're just looking at the drawing without the context of the post, for instance, is that it has the same fat-storing tail as a fat-tailed sheep. For more little bonuses like that, check out the linked post.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) has given us a whole herd of critters here. They've also hooked onto the "desert" thing due to the lack of physical description, collected traits from real-world animals that make them successful in a desert biome, and combined them into a new creature. They make me think of jackals, which aren't mentioned in the linked post, and also make me think of donkeys, which (kind of) are. Let's all take a moment to note the baby hiding behind a pile of rocks to the right, watching a smaller animal of some sort. I think it's cute.

CheapSweets also wonders about the significance of March 25th, and I have to say so do I. It's not explained in the text. The symbolism bit does say they call the same number of times during the day and night to represent the devil wanting to make day and night the same, which... what?

@pomrania (link to post here) clarifies that this is a grayscale rendering and that the animal would actually be a sort of dusty tan in a color version. They also went the direction of "this animal lives in the desert, so let's focus on desert adaptations." So we've got the split hooves and nostrils that can close to keep out sand. I particularly like the overhanging lip; it adds a certain charm, I think.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) has decided that this is an excellent excuse to draw an elephant, since we're short on specific description beyond them living in Africa and being able to make loud noises. As a bonus, this means that the young Dikebael can be conveniently hidden behind the mother's large ears. The other aspects of this illustration relate to Coolest-Capybara having a pretty solid theory as to "why March 25th" -- apparently that's the Feast of the Annunciation, which of course the medieval author would have known. So here we have the Archelephant Gabriel trumpeting at Mary. (Actually it seems like the baby is doing the trumpeting, and it looks adorable doing it.) The linked post describes the medieval artworks that are being referenced in the illustration, so I recommend checking that out.

Anyway, time to check the Aberdeen Bestiary...

... well, we can't, actually. The Aberdeen Bestiary is missing a few folios, and this is on one of those. I got the text from MS Bodley 764, since I have a print translation of that one and it's fairly similar. For the illumination, we're going to go to the digitized Ashmole Bestiary, which is even more similar but I don't have a translation of it.

So this is the onager or wild ass.

Interestingly, it looks pretty much identical to the image of the tame ass on the same page, but to be fair, I don't think I'd be able to distinguish between an onager and a donkey with any reliability. Makes one wonder why they have separate illustrations, though.

And yeah, I have no additional explanation for why... any of the stuff in the entry.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #dikebael

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oh-saints · 1 year

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sunshine becomes you (pt. 2)

Despite his young age, Martin's the captain for the Arsenal for a reason. He's calm and collected most of the time and opponents rarely could ever entice any provoking display of emotion from him. But there's one person in London Colney that rubs him in all the wrong way... yet he wants to help her?

Grumpy!Martin Ødegaard x Sunshine!OC

Word count: 3.5k

Note: turns out i can't put the words into 2-part stories so here we go, it's turning into a mini series! (is this a good news for you, odegirlies?) but it won't be longer than 5-part, though, as i'm working on the ending as we speak. oh and beware of the dialogues that's spiking in number than in pt. 1. but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so this is ofc not proof-read. feedbacks are also always welcome! hope you like them as much as i like writing them!

sunshine becomes you masterlist here

Tags: @julianalvarez9 @notleclerc <3 (lemme know if you want to be included!)

“Eve,”

The owner of the name jumped in her seat. “Martin.”

You must’ve thought Martin officially helping Eve would melt the ice as big as the Antarctica between them? No, not a chance.

No matter how many times Martin had graced the front desk with his presence—of which the the amount had increased significantly by a grand total of two times since their first ever conversation a while ago—Eve couldn’t shake off the feeling of being surprised.

Probably because she was, considering Martin always dropped by in times she least expected him to. And considering the fact they didn’t share any other interaction during the same length of time between their monumental event—as she liked to call the first time Martin had spoken to her—and present.

Yes, unfortunately Martin had resorted back to his old habit of shrugging off her morning greetings, and she didn’t know what and how else to engage him without revealing their secret plan.

Maybe she’d hoped for the stars. But in all honesty, she didn’t expect Martin to go full on bright replying her like Bukayo always did—a small smile would be more than enough, considering where and how far Martin and Eve had come from.

Maybe he was sticking true to his part of this plan of theirs. They did agree that their first—and last—appearance at the Christmas party would be a surprise nobody could’ve seen coming. If he did concede to Eve’s signature good morning in front of Louisa, the building would’ve sniffed the bloody smell in less than 15 minutes.

“I’ve got another package.”

“Ah, yeah, just in time,” At this point, Eve was already a master in hiding her disappointed expression that Martin still considered her as nothing more than mailbox. “Another one for Martin Odellson. Quite a creative name, by the way.”

“Glad you think my way of evading stalker’s creative,” Martin didn’t smile much, especially around her, but maybe it was for the best. The small tug on the corner of his lips became so much valuable than it was. “Where’s Louisa?”

“She’s off early today, sick and all,” Eve handed him the form to sign and his package beside them. “Why’d you ask?”

No, nope. She swore to God she’d asked purely out of curiosity, not because she’d wondered what she hadn’t done that earned Louisa of Martin’s acknowledgement before Eve ever did, despite being half a year being Louisa’s senior.

“Good riddance, then,” Eve couldn’t believe her ears of Martin’s words. That’d got to be the vilest sentence that came out from the good captain’s mouth, bar the things he spitted to express his exasperation on the pitch. “How’s the dress I sent you? It fits you fine, I take it?”

Right, the evening gown that shocks me to the very last of particles. “Yeah, about that…”

Martin hummed, encouraging her to continue, as his hands moved to curve his signature on the form.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you that.”

The Norwegian finished off the last cursive as he pointed her another blank look. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I don’t know how to get a hold of you without being suspected by everyone in this building and their mothers?” Oh, it felt so good to throw back Martin’s Mr-Know-It-All look for once. “Have you ever thought of it that way?”

But Martin didn’t slip on his feet. The captain threw the same amount of isn’t-obvious look to her. “You have my phone number.”

“Wait, I can text you?”

Eve was meaning to throw him some sarcastic reply but Martin genuinely didn’t think much of it. “Why do you think you can’t?”

“You don’t exactly give off the vibe that I can,” How dare he rolls his eyes at me now?! “About the gown, though. I’m afraid I’ll have to return them to you.”

“Why, it doesn’t fit you or something?” He shifted his weight away from his left leg, his head leaning to the same direction in confusion. “Do I get your size wrong?”

Eve really couldn’t fathom that look, that very look of pure confusion plastered all over his face. As if she was acting strange, as if it didn’t concern him for once that he’d get hold of her size without asking Eve herself.

The last one, though—she promised herself to ask him next time. “No, but it’s Oscar de La Renta.”

“And?”

“And? And?” Martin had to steer his head away five inches back, due to the outburst. “That gown costs my entire arm!”

“But I’m sure you look beautiful in it.”

No will look, no going to. As if it was the present, the long withstanding fact.

Eve had to give it to Martin if this was the game he always plays with whomever he’s romantically involved in. He played his cards with the minds of Mikel Arteta and the face of a poker player. “Well, that’s—”

“You don’t deny it so I must be right,” Eve could sigh in resignation. She didn’t know Martin could be stone-headed, but then her knowledge of him was rather limited. “I don’t see the reason to return them to me, then.”

“But it makes me feel cheap, okay?” Eve let out another deep breath because while the sentence carried out a heavy weight, somehow talking to Martin—as much as she hated spelling it out for his clueless self—made it better. “Like you pay me for acting well.”

Martin let out a breath that was borderline scoffing, and Eve decided she didn’t like it one bit. “You know that is never my intention, Eve. Never, you hear me? You think of it too much,”

And before the gaping mouth of hers could produce another sound, Martin shut her down. “You feel like that because you let yourself think that way. Me, on the other hand, is helping you gather whatever’s dignity stolen from you because I want to,”

Eve had to hold back an audible gasp when Martin’s eyes zeroed back at her, and she—for a stupid, split moment—thought how his opponents didn’t cower under his stare. It felt so intense, so… intimate, too, in their case. As if one word from her would shatter the thin bubble they were in.

“If it’s any help, no one deserves to be treated the way Bob did to you. I can’t stand that, regardless who they are,” But the smile etched in his face didn’t fade at all, resembling him to the Joker on a mission. “You just happen to be someone I’m well-acquainted of.”

And there it was.

Well-acquainted of.

As if he didn’t just make her feel beautiful before the word came crashing down on her.

“If it makes you feel better about it, you can always pay it back.”

Martin really didn’t get the memo to leave her alone for a minute, did he?

“It’d take me a thousand years to pay you back,” Eve couldn’t help but to roll her eyes this time around. “Not everyone earns a hundred thousand pounds a week, Martin.”

“Then do me a favour, since I’ve done one,” The eagerness in his eyes didn’t dim for a second, hands now placed on the desk between them. The determination Eve could notice as he leaned in was actually a sight to be held—if he grazed the grass a bit here—and she could understand why the rest of the team was willing to fight alongside him and Mikel. “Let someone take care of you for a night,”

Eve didn’t bother to let the gasp escape her lips.

“Let me do that for you, at least, as my parting gift.”

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Eve so officially hated Martin Ødegaard.

Martin had texted her a couple of hours just before he was supposed to pick her up, that he couldn’t do the first part of the charade a.k.a the red carpet, because he had to do all the media duties for Christmas week and pre-party stuffs. Eve knew it was his obligation as a well-loved player but good God, they were supposed to come to the party together, not just being seen together. Why didn’t he finish those things before tonight, anyway?

Well, the good old Norsk insisted it was going to look better on her because they would swoop everyone more speechless than they intended before hanging up on her.

How was she supposed to tell him that a big part of her confidence, especially when wearing this overpriced peace of clothing, came from having him near her?

Everyone had been complimenting how good she looked with the gown or how fantastic the colour complimented her complexion, but Eve couldn’t help but still feel like a fraud. She might be thanking them in honesty but when Martin joined her later, nothing that came out of her mouth would be genuine, nothing more than a set of practiced lies she and Martin had planned beforehand. She wasn’t good at lying at the first place, adding the reason why she so badly needed her partner-in-crime to be here with her.

Relax, Eve. No one knows you’re here with Martin yet, which means you’re still not lying to anyone yet, she said to herself. She sounded more like she hypnotised herself at this point but she didn’t care anymore. She wanted to take a revenge on her heartbreak without feeling too much guilt eating her from inside out.

“I don’t recall you being invited here,” Oh, speaking of the devil, complete in flesh and blood. “Who’s your link?”

“I don’t recall they can let in a piece of jerk inside,” Don’t look at him, Eve. You’re much stronger than that. “Who’s your link?”

“You don’t answer my question.”

She still didn’t spare him a look, no matter how much her eyes caught on his movements. “It’s a question that doesn’t deserve an answer.”

Bob scoffed, the very one that he gave when he felt oh so superior. Eve realised now that he used to give her the same kind so much when they were dating. “You know we’ll find out soon enough, don’t you?”

“Certainly not from me,” Eve was so ready to puke at the sight of him, she’d never hated Martin more than now for not blocking her direct view of this scumbag. “You know how much I hate giving attention to any attention seeker.”

Before Bob could retaliate Eve’s attack, a familiar warmth stepped in beside her. “I’m sorry I’m late, Angel.”

On any other circumstances, Martin’s hand slithering its way on Eve’s back and his lips touching the side of her head would definitely give her a stroke. This time, knowing she’d have him on her side for the rest of the night, was turning to warm all over her body with a familiar sense of security. Probably an abundance of comfort, too—not that she’d tell him that now.

But at least, she let him know how relieved she was that he was now here with her as they shared looks when he continued, “Media duties, you know?”

Martin welcomed the underlying gratefulness from Eve and smiled at the tiniest form of communication only two of them understood. Oh, so much had changed the past weeks between them—she took a mental note to treat him something of his liking with her severance pay for understanding her without words.

Eve shot him back a smile, this time her eyes followed by a teasing glint and he somehow knew she was in to kill the man bothering her. “Oh, how would I know, really? I mean, this is my first rodeo having a footballer boyfriend.”

Martin’s smile widened at her unprecedented choice of words to jab the frozen ex-boyfriend they both unanimously and silently decided to ignore. “Then I shall show you what you’ve been missing on, baby.”

“Fancy seeing you here, Martin.”

If it wasn’t because of the music, her ex-boyfriend would certainly not miss the deep growl Martin unconsciously let out overlaying the deep sigh.

“Ah, yes, Bob. I see you haven’t lost your inner arsehole,” Martin smiling when he didn’t mean it was the scariest kind of Martin, Eve had come to realise. “Was he bothering you at all, Angel?”

Eve knew they were only spitting their rehearsed line but she could see Martin’s eyes were blazing with real fire burning, even though he didn’t spare her a glance—heck, he was busy sizzling Bob down. She could only hope she wouldn’t be at the other end of that stare, ever.

“Angel?”

Martin didn’t need to look back at Eve to know the answer to that; her head shaking lightly against his suit was enough of an answer. Which relieved him because he hated going to the media duties, knowing he’d leave her exposed for anyone to see at the party.

“Good,” As a result of his dangerous thought, he pulled Eve closer by the waist, hating more at the possible number of men trying to talk her out of here before he came. “I’d hate to break some legs on this beautiful night.”

“I didn’t know you’re together.”

“I don’t see the reason to tell the whole world I’m dating someone else,” Eve had been waiting all week for Martin to throw any punchline—he’d spoilt her with his discreet desire to verbally punch him since physical brawl isn’t allowed—at Bob for bringing his mistress to the physio internal party. “You see, that’s the difference between being truly famous and trying to be popular with the crowd. We’d like to keep most of our matters private.”

Sweet mama. Eve was starting to not regret having Martin as her date. No one else delivered those lines with such precision without having to literally look Bob from head to toe in disgust—his own fame and achievement had already done it for him.

“But I thought you—”

“Why are you surprised anyway? Are you starting to regret dumping her now she’s with me?”

Their script didn’t go as far as this phase, should they encounter Bob confronting Eve. But damn, Eve couldn’t stop marvelling how Martin sounded protective of her. Like they were real.

Which was a very dangerous thought, she had to add in bold.

“Don’t you ought to say thank you to me for dumping her?”

Martin might not show it in his face but he was seething with anger at merely the sight of this guy. Now he had the nerve to say that? If it wasn’t because of Eve’s hand traveling on his back, bringing him down to Earth where Eve was there with him and the last thing he’d like to do was to embarrass her, he would’ve definitely started a brawl. Consequences be damned. “You should be the one thanking me for not pursuing her from the very first day I came to the club. Now, will you excuse us because I’d like my girlfriend to meet people I care about.”

Eve’s heart took another deep plunge to the trench for reasons she was confused herself. Was it because how proud she was of Martin showing who was the boss or for was it because how natural the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled out of his tongue?

Eve took another mental note to tell Martin slow down with the whole couple thing or she might fall into the same deception everyone else received from their acts tonight.

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The outcome of the altercation between Martin and Eve’s ex-boyfriend, despite the captain trying to handle it low and classy, was that the entire room was reduced to silence.

Some were astounded at how Martin could lose control over his temper outside the pitch. Some others were more astonished at the sight of Martin coming to Eve’s aid—with a side kiss, mind you!—when the entire Emirates Stadium at this point that Martin had never brushed shoulder with the woman during his stint in Arsenal’s shirt so far.

Eve could feel herself slowly shrinking under everyone’s prying eyes because it was totally overwhelming for someone who had always been a fan of Arsenal, not the other way around. Unlike Martin, whom everyone and their mothers idolised.

“Breathe, Angel,” Eve even jumped at Martin’s whisper, as he led her towards their table with a gentle nudge feathering across her open back, because none of this was what she signed up for. She only agreed to steal the thunder from Bob and the wench, not to direct the spotlight to her. “You’re doing great.”

She hissed under her breath, “How on Earth could you play in a full-packed stadium?!”

“Let them be,” Martin maneuverer her from his left to his right, hands still placed firmly on her hips, bar the subtle movement of back and forth towards her belly to slightly ease her nerves. “I have the prettiest gem of all, after all.”

Martin must be talking about someone else.

“Don’t blame me if I puke on your expensive shoes.”

The free, unfiltered laughter from Martin left Eve in a further bewildered state it left her breathless. For his entire facial features lit up in the way the lighting above was only able to pronounce them more beautifully than usual. “Then talk to me, what are you thinking now?”

“Angel?” Now that they were seated for the formal charity gala that was about to start, along with the rest of the leadership team, Eve could finally confront the one thing that had been bothering her so far into the night. “Really, Martin?”

Martin slid his arm behind her, perching comfortably on top of the chair, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. Like everything in this setting was his habitat, and Eve tried to tone down the shudder than ran on her back at the thought Martin was cunning as the con-artist Eve had expected to save her arse the first time he’d offered his help.

But at that precise point, Eve could care less about the remaining of their table. She couldn’t look away at the crease he made due to his movement of leaning in too close to her, the shirt hugging his body deliciously perfectly. The music in the background could swallow their conversation anyway.

“Your name’s Evangeline, no?”

Martin’s tone wasn’t challenging but the glint on his eyes teasingly said the otherwise. I’d like to see you try, those Nordic Ocean blue eyes said, and she had no other choice but to fall deep down the abyss. “It is—”

“Then why fight me?”

“Because nobody calls me like that.”

“Exactly why I’m calling you that,” Martin loved getting a reaction out of a flustered Eve, so he did just that. He leaned in, so much closer to her she could sniff his perfume, and my God was it more intoxicating than the expensive champagne rolled in every minute. “What kind of boyfriend am I to call you like everyone else? Where’s the speciality card for the boyfriend?”

Eve stiffened at his charge; her mind went white all of the sudden. “How do you know my full name, by the way?”

Martin couldn’t help but smirk at her futile attempt to hide her nervousness. “I know a lot more about you than you think I do.”

There went Eve’s existence, dissolved into the air at Martin’s words. She should really gather herself before she went down the drain that Martin had—rather on false pretense, on top of that—been leading her. Think, Eve! Think of something! You cannot succumb to the pressure! “Ugh, how can beat that nickname? It can’t get more original than yours.”

Martin actually laughed from her futile attempt to hide her flustered self. “I’d like to see you try, solskinn.”

*solskinn means “sunshine” in norwegian. but cmiiw.

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the-sun-and-the-sea · 4 months

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hi!!! I've been going through your fics recs lists and I gotta say THANK YOU so much for having them sorted out so thoroughly and specifically!! I've only recently started to read Finnick / odesta fics and I can't wait to start new ones from the lists. I was wondering though, if you could rec (it can be from those lists already as I haven't read most of those yet) some fics that focus at least partly on Finnick's relationship with his family? reading BeesKnees' fics (his sisters there and the estranged bond with his father) and Playing the Game on ao3 (my favorite I've read yet! love the relationship with his father there too) I'm left aching for more of that, especially when so many other fics focus only on the capitol side of it all or just odesta (which ofc I still love both too, and I wouldn't mind at all fics including all these things too). but yes, I love the tension of his family knowing or not knowing about what truly goes on in the capitol vs Finnick handling that. anyway, sorry if this is too much a specific thing, but there's so many fics out there I just don't always know where to start! and tragically it seems there are no "Finnick's Father" or "Finnick's Sisters" tags to filter through on ao3 lol. thank you lots again!!!

Hi! I'm glad you've found the lists helpful, that's been my goal with those and I'm so happy you're finding odesta fic! So I also really like exploring Finnick's family and that tension, but unfortunately there's not a lot about his family because we know so little from canon. And most of his familial bonds come from people like Mags or Annie, who of course already know a lot about him. But I will see what I can find!

Scylla and Charybdis / A View From the Lists by Mithrigil, puella_nerdii - I can't recommend these two enough. I know I've mentioned them several times and I'll keep mentioning them forever because they're some of my favorite THG fics of all time. While there's definitely a lot of Capitol stuff, Finnick has a big family and they're quite a fixture of his time in D4.

Treading Water by sabaceanbabe - This one also has some great stuff with Finnick's family. The beginning takes place at the 3rd Quarter Quell announcement so as you can imagine, Finnick wants to clear the air on some things with his family. There are some great moments in here and it's definitely worth a read!

Feverish Misconceptions by Phoenixrising003 - I think this will really fit your request because it has a lot of outsider pov elements regarding Finnick's family. The chapters are titled based on the pov character, so you can easily look for Finnick's family interactions if that's what you're interested in.

The Letter by TheWalkingGrimes - This is more of a hypothetical take on your request but I still think it's such a poignant concept. I love the relationships Finnick has with others in this one and the way they have to work to rebuild.

Second Intermission: Lotan by Shaylinne - This work is part of a longer series but you don't have to read that series to understand this. It's from the point of view of Finnick's brother and it's such a great look at their relationship, so definitely check it out!

I think that's about all I know with Finnick's family. But I'd love to hear other suggestions because I also love this trope, so feel free to reblog with self promo or other recs!

#asked and answered #fic rec list #thg fic #finnick odair #annie cresta #odesta #thg #the hunger games

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pristina-nomine · 8 months

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Hii I just saw this tag "#btw I’m still on the fence on octavio elisabeth and professor wolf all being basically thorn with a twist" -- If you don't want to talk about it, please ignore this message! I just also happen to think about it that way, except I personally like it! Like, I think it's a game of mirrors :) She goes into Babel looking for Thorn and she keeps finding these distorted versions of him -- and of herself too, with Blasius and Mediana... and Elizabeth, of course! Elizabeth is so much fun to me because I do think her first impression is that of a mirror of Thorn, but instead as I read I came to see her as way more of that for Ophélie (which she turns out to be in a very literal sense ofc😁)!

I'm honestly not sure if it's intentional or not -- I have given little credit to C.D. for stuff in her books that turned out to be entirely intentional (per interviews), so... who knows... But I think it's fun that in book 3 she's kind of lost in a symbolic mirror maze, only to get literally stuck in one as punishment at the end of the book ashdfjhfkg

...oh my God, I can't believe I haven't made the connection between the symbolic/actual mirror maze, that's a pretty good proof of it all being intentional! And actually my very first impression on my first read was that all these people were mostly means to the end of Ophélie reaching her big self-realization; but on this second time I thought "wait, what if I'm reading too much into it?". I also keep constantly understimating this series (big diehard prejudice against YA, unfortunately) and it keeps outdoing itself.

Question: how do you think Mediana parallels Ophélie? Because she's the only one I couldn’t fit into the mirror scheme.

#also I can't wait to discover how the heck elizabeth fits into all of this because for the life of me I can't figure it out #la passe miroir #la mémoire de babel #ask #analysis tag

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indndwnshead · 5 months

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Amalgamation: Part III - When you meet... Hoseok

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Chapter tags: developing relationship, meeting the bro, Namjoon being the absolute gentleman that he is

Series summary:

Now that you are a permanent fixture in Min Yoongi's life, it's inevitable that you meet the rest of BTS.

Each encounter with the rest of the group becomes a unique thread in the tapestry of life, gradually integrating disparate elements into a harmonious whole and seamlessly weaving into the fabric of your joined world.

A/N:

Oh wow, a double weekend update because I just can't hold myself back lol. Anyway, missing our eternal sunshine, hobi-ah🥹

Let's be friends and stan Yoongi together on twitter @itsdndwn 💜💜

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Masterlist. Previous Chapter. Next Chapter.

Also read on: AO3

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The much-anticipated day of your hangout with some of the BTS members finally arrived, marking your first official introduction as Yoongi's girlfriend. Unfortunately, not all of them were able to make it due to some last-minute schedule changes but you still look forward to this day.

As you began unloading the bags from your car in the building's private parking lot – which Yoongi had granted you card access to – you couldn't help but feel like you were juggling too many things at once. The bags contained your favorite take-out items for the boys to try, some of Yoongi's preferred snacks, and a few items you intended to leave in his apartment. It was quite the haul for someone of your stature.

As you approached the elevator, the imposing figure of Jung Hoseok, impeccably dressed with sunglasses and a face mask, caught your attention. Even with his discreet attire, you instantly recognized him. He seemed oblivious to who you were but insisted on helping with the bags.

"Let me help you with that," he offered, reaching for some of the bags you were carrying. "Looks like you've got quite a load there."

He smoothly took some of the bags from your grasp, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude as the burden on your arms lightened. You expressed your thanks, saying, "Oh, thank you so much!"

A warm smile graced Hoseok's face as he responded, "No problem! We all have those days."

Encouraged by his kindness, you playfully remarked, "Thanks for being my superhero in this elevator moment."

Hoseok chuckled, "Superhero? Well, I'm always here to save the day. So, what's with all these bags?"

You explained, "Just some food for my boyfriend and his best buddies and a few other things. You know, typical overestimation of my own strength.”

Another hearty laugh escaped Hoseok, "Well, better to overestimate than underestimate, right?"

"Exactly! I mean, who needs a gym when you can just carry these, right?" you joked.

Hoseok laughed loudly, "You've got a point! I like your style." Then, he grinned mischievously and said, "You know, I heard carrying bags is the latest workout trend. They even have a new fitness class called 'Bag-lates.' It's all about perfecting your lifting technique and toning those bag-carrying muscles." Hoseok lifted the bags in his hands, demonstrating the said workout.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his unexpected and comical take on the situation. His infectious energy and playful humor made the mundane ride feel like a spontaneous stand-up comedy session. Hoseok's laughter, accompanied by your own, echoed in the confined space, creating an unexpected but delightful memory in the ordinary setting of the parking lot.

He gasped in dramatic surprise when he finally noticed that you were heading to the same floor as him. "What a coincidence, I'm also going to this floor. Do you live here?"

You gave him a mysterious smile as you stepped out of the elevator. "No, my boyfriend does."

“Oh, lucky guy, my Hyung’s neighbor,” Hoseok said as you walked in the same direction.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” You said with a fond smile, thinking of Yoongi.

Hoseok watched in surprise as you approached the door to Yoongi's apartment. "Wait, that's Hyung's-"

He was interrupted by you opening the door with your fingerprint.

Yoongi himself stood inside the doorway ready to greet you. "Hey, you," he said, his eyes filled with affection directed at you.

You replied with a small smile of your own as you approached him. Glancing back, you saw Hoseok still standing outside the door with his mouth hanging open.

“Come in, Hobi-ah,” Yoongi said with a chuckle.

Hoseok snapped out of it and came in, closing the door behind him. You could feel his eyes still watching you interact with Yoongi, updating him on what you had brought with you that day.

Hoseok’s eyes widened in surprise as he connected the dots. "You're Hyung's girlfriend?"

Yoongi answered with a shy but proud smile, his affection for you evident in his eyes. "Yeah, this is _____."

Hoseok’s face was the perfect picture of shock. You tried hard to suppress your laughter by biting your lips.

Hoseok turned sharply to look at Yoongi. "Seriously? When did this happen?" His eyes flickered between the two of you, clearly taken aback by the news.

"Yeah, it's... kind of a recent thing. We wanted to keep it low-key for now.” Yoongi answered softly.

"Ahh, I'm so happy for you, hyung.” Hoseok ran to give Yoongi a big hug, it was heartwarming how genuinely happy he was for his hyung. He turned to you next, now that he knew who you were, his smile was even more blinding. “You are something special."

You blushed at his words, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. "I'm just me, Hoseok."

Yoongi scoffed, "Don't be modest. I'm betting all of my money that you'll win an award soon."

Hoseok's curiosity was piqued. "Do you work in the music industry too?"

You felt a mix of embarrassment and flattery from Yoongi's unwavering confidence in your acting skills. "I'm an actress."

"Oh, have I seen your work?" Hoseok asked, trying to recall if he had seen you in any productions.

Yoongi interjected, reminding Hoseok of a past conversation. "Really, Hoseok? You were quite excited about my cameo."

Hoseok eyes widened again as the realization dawned on him. "Oh! It's you!" He grinned, remembering the context now. "Yeah, I see it now. It's great to finally meet you in person."

You chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed but also amused by Hoseok’s reaction. "I get that a lot. I look different without all the makeup."

The evening went well, filled with laughter. You watched fondly as the four men interacted with each other, clearly having missed being together. Later, Yoongi and Seokjin went to the kitchen to prepare food. Hoseok followed not long after, offering his help. You, as the guest of honor according to Seokjin, and Namjoon, for obvious reasons, had been banned from the kitchen.

You ended up having a delightful conversation with Namjoon in the living room. It flowed easily, and you discovered that you had a lot in common, from the type of books you enjoyed to your shared love for art. He asked about your experience working with the director of the movie that you spoke about when you first met him. In turn, he gave recommendations of movies to add to your growing list.

The rest of the group returned to the living room when they were done preparing. Yoongi quickly took the seat beside you, and Seokjin and Hoseok filled the other spaces. The conversation shifted to Yoongi's cameo in your drama, and compliments for his acting skills were thrown around. He blushed with the attention, attributing his performance to your influence.

"Yeah! You're an awesome actress, _____!" Hoseok quickly added, "Your monologue in that drama Yoongi-hyung had a cameo in was powerful."

"Oh, I didn't know you watched that episode too," you said, "Thanks, Hoseok! I had a lot of time to prepare."

"We watched the entire series!" Seokjin said. "Wait, you do know you’re one of the major reasons I accepted the offer in the first place, right?"

You were speechless.

Seokjin, ever the enthusiastic one, turned to Yoongi. "What? You never told her this?"

“Hyung, you know damn well that I didn’t know anything about the project until you got that injury,” Yoongi defended himself.

"Your acting in that movie was impressive too. I will never forget a talented face," Namjoon commented matter-of-factly.

Blushing at the compliment, you thanked him sincerely. "Thank you, Namjoon."

Yoongi, always curious, chimed in. "What movie are you guys talking about?"

You waved off the question with a dismissive laugh. "Oh, it's nothing, really. Just an old indie film. My role wasn't even that important."

"What?! No way!" Namjoon protested loudly, "Your role was small but memorable. You brought depth to that character."

“I kept telling her that she’s good; she just won't believe it," Yoongi interjected.

You playfully pinched his side for outing that fact. "Thanks, guys. It means a lot coming from you." It was heartwarming to see how supportive they were.

The conversation continued, with many topics revolving around you and Yoongi. Eventually, they began discussing how to introduce you to the rest of the maknae line, who coincidentally couldn’t make it to the gathering that day. Ideas were tossed around playfully, and you and Yoongi simply laughed along, enjoying the camaraderie and warmth of the moment.

The evening concluded with delicious food, friendly banter, and board games that left you all in stitches. It was a memorable night that solidified the connection between you and these remarkable individuals who had welcomed you into their fold. You couldn't have asked for a better introduction to Yoongi's world, both on and off the stage

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Talk Hockey To Me

(tag game)

tagged by @eliooliver83 @oetter & @txstars!! mwah thank you!!!

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

i am a lifelong member of the 'being insane about sports' club in that i still have a poster of my baseball team's 2005 roster hanging over my bed & used to get SO pissed in middle school when boys in my class had incorrect college basketball opinions. but hockey was just? never on my radar?? due to the south texas of it all. then i went to college for broadcast in new york state & made friends with some guys majoring in sports broadcast and was like wait ....... there's a sport they talk about that i can't talk about (i loved knowing more about sports than boys so this was a serious blow) (football doesnt count i decided when i was a kid that i didn't care about football therefore its not real) & a friend of mine with whom i watched the world series was like no i've got you i can get you into hockey. i realize now she just wanted an excuse to proselytize about the new york islanders.

but anyway yeah!! i stuck with being fond of them because of her & then added the stars because as a Texan i had to root for them & also tyler seguin hooked me. i was a casual fan until there were absolutely No Sports in 2020 & i accidentally stumbled upon hockeyblr just in time to get hyper mega insane about hockey before the bubble playoffs.

2. Your first ever fandom friend

like any normal well adjusted person i feel weird calling someone my friend even if we're friendly because what if they don't actually like me (again this is normal & well adjusted behavior) that said tanya txstars was the first hashtag mutual i had in starsblr whomst i feel like i talked to via the tags!!

3. The jersey you would most like to own

wait have i ever mentioned that i own a mooterus jersey. it was like eighty dollars off depop because its a) womens cut & b) a size small which means that while it does technically fit, my tits stop it from looking like, you know, a jersey should look on the human body. so i'd love one that i can wear without feeling ridiculous!! through logan stankoven all things are possible!!! i'm generally a jersey thrifter so i do love the $16 tyler jersey i found but im sure one day ill bite the bullet and buy a non-secondhand otter jersey.

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

unfortunately goalies are inherently endearing & then on top of that he's also insane in the most confounding way possible so jake oettinger is My Guy whether he likes it or not

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

as someone who has written just over half of the robotter fic out there in the world: please put more robotter fic out there in the world. also i think robo & otter both deserve to fuck otter's goalie partner. also also it's not technically a pairing but i think we as a people need to embrace delly's clear & evident love for throuples and start sticking him in other peoples relationships. it's what he would want <3

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

jason robertson laying flat on his back on the ice after finishing his first career hat trick lives in my head rent free btw. if you even care. it just plays on a fucking loop up there. also the the dellymiro delly's first goal celly. also also that time those flames fans tried to actually curse jake midgame. like on the one hand what the fuck but on the other hand i actually admire that kind of dedication yk

THEN

link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

i'm still foaming at the mouth over @txstars's rule 63 robotter fic!! also i think it's clear what robo ship i've dedicated myself to but everyone in the roboroope trenches is soooo impressive to me. i see the vision. @winningmachine's stats guy robo fic is a foundational text. thank you @starscelly for also giffing insane random things during games. there's so many other fun people in starsblr specifically & hockeyblr generally but see above re: being normal and well adjusted so You Know Who You Are & also I Love Your Work

AND

link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

my magnum opus ............ the robotter primer. linking anything else feels weird BUT please enjoy my unhinged labor of love. i saw someone mentioned it to that gay hockey tournament blog but didnt want to link it?? please link it places. put how unhinged i was/am about them on blast.

tagging @coffeehound91 @moregraceful @hintzy!!! & also idk who has and hasn't been tagged so if you see this & would like to do it please do & feel free to tag me as the person who tagged you because i am a certified nosy bitch & love seeing other people talk about themselves <3

#tag game #long post //#i NEVER remember to do these i feel so weirdly proud of myself. sorry for how many times i dropped the word also #were i a hockey player i giffed & transcribed 'also' would be the filler clutch that drove me insane à la 'you know' or 'i mean'#sorry this is so long also. i can't shut up

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 9

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: I’ve said it before and put it in the tags: Stephen Strange is part of this story, because I love the dynamic between him and Loki. Comedic gold. Perfect frenemies. Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 9: Undercover Mission

Stephen Strange answers quicker than expected. Only three days after you texted him. You don't complain about it and arrange a meeting for the next morning in the lab.

Tony is present and so is Loki. He seems to be interested in the mystery of the magical artifact. Since you don't know what to do with him anyway after your last conversation, you think it's a good idea to keep him busy with this project. It takes his focus away from nonsense he might otherwise get up to. And it also allows you to spend more time with him.

Stephen steps through his signature orange-glowing portal. You greet him with a hug, Tony shakes his hand. You heard that the two have worked together a few times before. Stephen's gaze lingers on the Asgardian, who looks back with folded arms and a scowl.

"Loki."

"Stephen."

You see the sorcerer's features darken minimally as he is addressed by his first name without any titles. But it's his own fault, he did the same to the prince.

It will be interesting to have Tony, Stephen and Loki in the same room together, you think. It's a wonder it didn't collapse right under all the ego gathered in this small space.

Tony clears his throat, breaking the silence. "Well, Doctor Weird? I believe Sabrina here has already told you what this meeting is about?"

Strange closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. This is going to be a long day.

He glances briefly at you, but you merely shrug with a mocking grin. You're already used to dealing with these men, and you wouldn't be any help to him in that regard.

Strange conjures a book out of thin air and opens it. "The artifact you found is one of three parts. When you put them together you get a sword known as 'Bloodweeper'. A runed blade of hellish torment."

He levitates the book in the air so that you can see the drawing on the page.

The illustration of the grip matches the artifact on Tony's table. The second piece of the hilt seems to be some sort of gem that sets as the pommel, and the third part is a piece that appears to be a three-quarter circle of metal attached to the guard. There is no blade in the illustration.

"That's a quite concerning name," you mutter.

"Rightly so. It is said that wounds inflicted with this weapon cannot be closed by normal means, not even magic," Strange explains. "The sword was split into three parts and scattered far apart so it can't be wielded. Unfortunately, the parts want to be put back together and pull to each other. There have even been cases where the owners of individual parts have been downright obsessed with it."

The book floats onto the table next to the sword’s hilt. Loki steps up to the book, to flip through the pages. But it disappears before his fingers can touch it. He casts an evil glance at Stephen, who holds the book back in his hands.

"You should be careful when handling old books. They’re easy to damage."

A second Loki takes the book from his hand as he walks past him. "Thanks for the advice, but I have about a thousand years more experience than you do."

"Behave, boys," you warn the two, each of them looking at you like they want to tell you that the other one has started it. You feel like a kindergarten teacher.

The sorcerer keeps his eyes on Loki, but his attention is drawn by Tony's next words.

"During the raid on the Hydra base, they found documents on where the second part of it is believed to be. Shield is still working out the details, but they are definitely trying to get all of the pieces together."

You let this information sink in. "I guess we all agree that we should collect it before they do, right?" you finally say. “This artifact is too dangerous to leave in the hands of people who don't know how to handle it. Or worse, people who know exactly how to handle it."

"Once we know more, we can make a plan," Tony agrees.

"It says here that the parts can also be used individually," Loki reads from the book. "They all have different powers. The hilt you found gives physical strength."

"That checks out with what I felt," you confirm, thinking back to when you examined the piece. You step next to the Asgardian to read along. As you do, you notice that the book is written in Latin. "Ugh, it's been a while since I've had to read that language. Nobody uses Latin for spell books anymore ."

"One part is a gemstone that amplifies raw powers." Loki points to the drawing, for which you need no translation. You're a little jealous of his all-speak. His finger moves to the third piece. "And this one absorbs magic. It's not clear if it's from the user or the victim." He looks questioningly at Strange, whose gaze lies on both of you.

"That's what makes it so dangerous. The sword hasn't been put together in centuries. And it's better left that way."

"Got it: no touching, no assembling," Tony summarized. He would still do his scans, because when did anyone have the opportunity to examine a runed blade of hellish torment?

"Very well. Meanwhile, I'll look for new places to store them. We'll have to scatter the pieces far, so we'll have peace from them for the next few decades," Strange replies. With a small gesture the hilt disappears from the table as well as the book from Loki’s hands. The Asgardian purses his lips, but does not comment.

"Keep me informed."

He says these last words mostly to you, and you nod. But before he can use his sling ring, however, you speak up again.

"Wait, I'm coming with you. I want to visit the Sanctum library."

Stephen nods and motions for you to join him.

You cast a quick glance at Loki, almost apologetic for leaving him alone with Tony. But he is busy scowling at the Sorcerer Supreme. Before following him through the circular portal, you give the other two a quick wave goodbye.

"What exactly are you looking for in the library?" Stephen asks you as you two walk through the cool hallways of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

You've been here a few times before, yet each time you feel like the halls are a maze. You wonder if this is a protection spell or you really just have a bad sense of direction.

"Oh, I just wanted to brush up on my knowledge of some rituals. And see if there's a book on Seiðr."

You believe that learning more about Loki's magic will help you understand him better. You've broached the subject with him a few times, but while he's willing to demonstrate his magic to you, he still reveals little about its origins. You don't know if it's because he doesn't trust you enough. Maybe he thinks you will use the knowledge against him. That is not your intention. You are simply curious. And magic always tells something about the nature of the user.

There are so many different kinds of magic, so many different sources to draw from. A spell is like a work of art and magic is the drawing medium. Some use oil paints, others acrylic, others prefer watercolor or charcoal. Even if the subject of the painting is the same, the end result is a little different for each medium.

"You've got Loki quite under control." It's a simple statement from Stephen. Of course, he's guessed the right reason why you're looking for the book.

You two enter the library, which has quite an impressive size. The room is enchanted, so it is larger on the inside than it appears from the hallway. Still, the truly rare books are not to be found here, but only in Kamar-Taj.

You snort softly at his words. "He's not a wild animal to be tamed."

"Your opinion," Stephen shrugs and follows you as you head for the rows of shelves. "Anyway, it's nice to see you're enjoying the work there. You'll have to tell me about it sometime."

You chuckle. "I'd love to tell you about it, but do you know how hard it is to actually call you when you’re off-world? I had to bait you with this rare artifact to hear anything from you at all."

It's a little side blow, not meant to be taken seriously. You know how busy Stephen is and that his work is important. So you don't hold it against him that he doesn’t always have the time for your talks about magic theory. After all, that's actually what your conversations are mostly about.

"But you're right," you add. "It's about time I got to socialize again. I should probably thank you for that."

"How about thanking me over dinner and wine?"

You pause for a moment. But what's dinner among friends? "I'd love to, we haven't done that in a while," you therefore reply.

You find the two books on rituals you've been looking for. As you hold the second one in your hands, Stephen flicks his fingers and a third book, all leather bound, floats to you.

"This will help you with the Seiðr. It's written in Allspeak. A gift from Asgard many centuries ago," he explains.

Your eyes light up as you look at it. "Perfect, thank you!"

"Remember to bring them back or Wong will draw fees. And they are unbelievably expensive.“ His voice is played sternly and you chuckle.

"I wouldn't dare to, Doctor Librarian." Laughing, you say goodbye and Stephen opens a portal directly to your cottage, where you immediately set to reading.

It doesn't take too long for the data from the raid to be analyzed. Hydra has done a good job in advance. According to their information, the second part of the sword - the gem in the pommel - is in Los Angeles.

Tony opened the photo of a woman on one of his big screens.

"Rose Petal?" you read the big letters of her name incredulously. "Are you serious? That belongs in the top ten of worst fake names."

But somehow the face matches the name: blonde hair, contoured eyebrow and at least one job on her nose. There's something about her face you don't like. She looks cute, but also catty. Like a best friend who talks trash behind your back or steals your boyfriend away while pretending everything is fine.

Every rose has thorns.

Tony ignores your comment and continues with the presentation. Joining you are Loki and Natasha.

"She owns several building complexes in LA, including 'Club Enchant'. Based on that name, that she bought the artifact at a black market auction and various rumors surrounding her person, it stands to reason that she is a witch. Can you confirm that?" He asks the last question to you.

You raise two fingers. "First, not without having met her, but it sounds like it. She seems to have the power to use her part of the artifact. Second, she doesn't have to be a witch, she can be magically gifted in other ways. Like Loki or Strange."

Tony nods in understanding. "Fine, a magically gifted being not specifically defined. Either way, we should try to take the artifact without her noticing."

You glance at Natasha. From what you've heard, she's the best one for a secret undercover mission. Quick and quiet. As you look back to Tony, you notice his gaze is on you.

"It would be good to have an expert on the mission."

You hesitate at what he implies. You're not a fighter. So far, you've survived this long because you've stayed out of anything dangerous. Keeping a low profile. Breaking into another witch's house - if Rose is one - would be very dangerous. She would be pissed about it. And she might be able to curse you.

Before you can make a decision, you suddenly hear Loki's voice in the silence. "I'll go, too."

All heads turn to him. Although he is present in all meetings surrounding the artifact, he rarely says anything and stays silently in the background. It's impressive how quiet he can be, since he likes to talk a lot when the two of you are alone.

You've noticed that he's not comfortable among the other residents of the tower - Thor aside - keeping his guard up constantly, though you keep throwing him reassuring smiles whenever your eyes meet. His words come as a surprise even to you.

His eyes search you and he nods at you almost imperceptibly, as if to reassure you. He will protect you. The gesture warms your heart and you return it with a hint of a smile. Satisfied, he takes notice.

Tony frowns. His suspicions are raised, he is not used to the Asgardian volunteering help for anything. There may be a plan behind it on his part and he wonders if Loki is up to something.

"I don't know if this is a good idea. We don't want any other deaths."

It's a low blow and you glare at him for it. Loki has put his cool mask back on, but you'd be surprised if he's not hurt underneath it.

"Loki is ideal for this mission," you interject. "He knows how to go unnoticed and he knows magic. We don't know how strong the witch is and I'm not sure I can take her on alone."

Tony tilts his head thoughtfully. "All right, but no funny business," he warns the Asgardian, who merely nods.

With that, it's settled.

The plan you're coming up with is quite simple in structure: Natasha, Loki and you will show up at the club as guests. Nat checks the situation in advance and will keep an eye on the surroundings. She will make sure you have free access to everything.

Loki and you will arrive a little later and mingle with the VIP guests. The goal is to get the attention of the club owner and witch. Loki will distract her while you secretly enter her witch cellar - that's what you call it because her office is in the basement according to the plans Tony got from Shield - and look for the second piece of the artifact. Since you know the signature of it, this shouldn't be too hard.

Clint will accompany the three of you and keep an eye on the situation outside the club, providing a safe retreat if necessary.

Everyone knows what they have to do. You don't like that you have to go into the witch's cellar alone, but you trust the others to look after you. Just as they trust you to find and get the artifact in the shortest possible time.

You want to implement your plan as quickly as possible, since you don’t know if Hydra will be on the move too. Of course beforehand there are several preparations to be made. You stick to Natasha for this. She knows it best and gives you a crash course for the undercover part.

By the next morning the four of you are in the jet to Los Angeles.

Truth to be told, you are not a fan of heights of any kind. It's fine while staying in an enclosed space like an airplane, but the speed of the jet is quite unsettling. Natasha is the pilot and you trust her, at least that's what you silently tell yourself.

Loki, Clint and you have made yourselves comfortable on the benches in the back. At least the men are comfortable. You sit with your back straight, staring at some point of the opposite wall.

Clint's gaze falls on you. "You look pale," he notices with a mixture of sympathy and amusement.

"I'm alright. Just not used to this kind of traveling," you reply defensively, hoping he would let it slide.

"Let me know if you need a bucket."

"It's not that bad. Yet."

The corners of Clint's mouth twitch, but he decides to leave you alone. He knows it’s your first time doing something remotely like this. Nat and he are used to this life, but you're almost a civilian, at least you have no field experience, not even training in it. His gaze continues to wander to Loki, but the Asgardian looks as indifferent as ever. Clint prefers this to hostility.

Except for a few final words over your plan, you don’t talk a lot to each other. You feel like throwing up whenever you open your mouth, Loki doesn't talk in this company anyway, and Natasha and Clint seem to have their own way of communicating. A mixture of glances, few words and sign language.

You've noticed that the two SHIELD Agents and Avengers are surprisingly sincere to Loki. While they don't hug him in glee, they are professionally polite. There are no hidden hostile looks or comments. You heard that both of the agents had their own experience with mind control. Clint ironically by Loki, but he doesn't seem to hold it against him anymore. For this mission, you are a team and it is important that everyone acts like it.

After a few hours, you arrive at the west coast. Split into two cars, you drive to the hotel, where you and Loki check in under false names. You have no more than hand luggage and take the elevator up to your floor, where you have two separate rooms.

"See you later, Witchling," Loki says goodbye as you part.

Your hotel room is spacious, bright and modernly furnished. You put your bag down and fall backwards onto the bed. After the flight, you've earned a break. You have a few hours before you meet up with Loki to go to the club, and you decide to relax a bit. The mattress hugs you and promises you a restful night. Too bad that – if you leave the club successfully and with the piece of the artifact – you will hop right back on the plane. It promises to be a very long day.

Before you accidentally doze off, you get up and take a shower. It's much warmer in Los Angeles than in New York and you feel the need to wash off the sweat and the stress from the flight. Then you order a late lunch in your room. You don't feel like watching TV, so you eat while looking at the view out the window. The hotel is one of the several tall buildings in the district; you see the gray of roofs and exterior facades. It reminds you why you prefer the countryside. At least it seems less hectic here than in New York.

At some point, it's time for you to change clothes. Unfortunately, there is no cool super suit for you, just a club outfit: a short, figure-hugging dress that leaves little to the imagination. You magically modified it so that it doesn't slip when you move around, revealing more than you'd like. You have no idea how normal women wear something like this without exposing various body parts.

You chose it together with Natasha from a selection. In the end the color convinced you: it shimmers in a beautiful emerald green and you are curious to see how Loki will react to it.

From your travel bag you pull several rings, which you slip on. Each one has a spell stored in it, in case you get into a fight. You hope you won’t need them, but one can never be too careful.

While you're tending to your makeup, there's a knock at the door. When you open it, Natasha is standing in front of it. She's already changed as well, wearing leathery, skin-tight pants and probably the shortest crop top ever existing. Over it a cropped fur jacket, which somehow misses the point of a jacket, but looks very stylish.

You let her in and close the door behind her.

"I love your jacket. You'll have to let me borrow it sometime."

"If it survives the night, I will. Let me take a look at you." She eyes you and nods, pleased with what she sees. As a finishing touch, she hands you a wig and helps you put it on. You take a look in the mirror and barely recognize yourself, no longer even feeling like yourself. But it helps you slip into your role: rich and looking for fun.

"Ready?", Natasha asks you.

"As ready as I can be." You'll stick with the plan, trusting the team, even if a queasy feeling remains. You've never done anything like this before. It's exciting, but also unsettling.

"We'll look out for you," the former assassin promises.

It's reassuring hearing it and you smile gratefully at her. "Thanks, I really appreciate that you said that. I'll try to look out for you too."

"That's the spirit." She gives you an encouraging pat on the back. "Alright, I gotta go clubbing. See you later." With that, she leaves, starting phase one of the plan.

You have another half hour and consider snacking on the rest of your lunch, but you've lost your appetite. Nervousness of expectation clogs your stomach. You twirl your rings on your fingers. It will be fine, you tell yourself. You know how to survive.

You can't hold back a sigh as you sit down on your bed and put on your boots. They're high, almost daring. You like them just fine – and again magic helped you to make them utterly comfortable. Then you pull out one last piece of jewelry: a bracelet in the shape of a golden snake that coils several times around your upper arm. It's the newest piece in your collection and no less magical than the rest of your jewelry.

Then it's time to meet Loki. You grab your jacket, which you casually throw over your shoulder, and leave your room. The Asgardian is also sharp on time, just stepping out the door as you walk in his direction. He hears the click of your heels and looks up. He stops in his tracks, his eyes widen slightly as he sees your outfit, then darken as he realizes the color of your choice.

Grinning confidently, you spin once around yourself while you walk, as if to show yourself off. You wink, before stopping right in front of him.

"My colors look good on you, pet." His voice is thick, not as smooth as usual. Almost husky. He hasn't used that nickname in ages. Just now it seems fitting.

Your grin widens a bit. Men are simple-minded. "You, on the other hand, could have made more of an effort," you reply. It's not meant seriously and Loki knows it, remembering his own words the last time you went out together.

He himself looks – as always – forbiddingly good. He chose all black today, but reconsiders just now. Under your gaze his black jacket turns into a green velvet blazer with a black lapel collar.

"Shall we?" he asks with a gesture toward the elevator as if he hadn’t just changed his outfit to match yours.

You nod and start walking. Loki stays by your side, putting his hand on the small of your back to guide you, or maybe just to be closer to you. It gives you a sense of security and you are ready for whatever may come.

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kenobster · 6 months

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Day 4 of QuinObi Week: Post Order 66

And here is an excerpt from a oneshot of mine from a WIP series I'm working on called.... Vader's Uterus 😅I really wanted to get this oneshot done in time for today but unfortunately I have been too busy and lazy. I shall finish it one day though! ^_^

(Edit: forgot to tag @quinobiweek)

Quinlan takes one look at Obi-Wan Kenobi and notes all of the signs: the rings under his dim eyes, the brittle smile beneath his beard, the droop of his shoulders, and the way his hands are pale and shaking. It's the way he always used to look after a campaign during the war—a campaign that stole his nights, even after ending. Quinlan tucks one of his silver-streaked strands behind his ear. "You," he says, "need rest." Obi-Wan's eyes flutter shut and he leans forward, trusting Quinlan to balance his weight. And Quinlan does. "I know," Obi-Wan whispers, "but he needs me. I'm the only one who can reach him." Quinlan slots Obi-Wan into his arms, and they fit like two matching puzzle pieces abandoned in an attic, dusty and worn, but forever shaped to each other's shapes. Obi-Wan's hair is even thinner and duller in the dark, absent of its copper-red, but no less soft beneath Quinlan's chin. They rock into the embrace. It's a lulling tide they learned the rhythm to when they were Padawans. As a Knight, Quinlan had wanted to tan the hide of Obi-Wan's little brat more times than he can count. Numerous times he'd reminded Obi-Wan that he needn't always be gentle—or rather that he needn't always be perfect. Perfect Padawan, perfect Knight, and perfect Master of a young and struggling boy. Obi-Wan lamented every scraped knee, every prideful bruise, and every sniffled I-hate-you from his unexpected charge. Perhaps the stakes are higher now, but the reminder will always be the same. "At some point, you're gonna have to let him stand on his own," Quinlan says, just as he used to back then. "How can I?” Obi-Wan huffs. “He's not a harmless little boy anymore. The last time I left him alone for a day, he…" The sentence doesn't need finishing. The maw of the dark side has feasted on the galaxy, and its shadows are present even here. But even shadows rely on the light to survive, so Quinlan runs his hand up Obi-Wan's spine and cradles his head, and the touch makes Obi-Wan shiver against his chest. "If he's going to leave, he'll leave," Quinlan says. "If he's going to stay, he'll stay. You can't force this. And you can't blame yourself either. He's a threat, yeah, but he's also a man. And if he's going to stand, he'll need to do it without you holding his hand." Obi-Wan's arms tighten around Quinlan's torso as if he's afraid to let go, afraid to let the boy-turned-monster-turned-wound choose whether to fester or settle. But Obi-Wan is a Jedi—the best Quinlan's ever known—so he does.

#QuinObi week #QuinObi #Obi-Wan & Quinlan #Obi-Wan #Quinlan #Obi-Wan & Anakin #vader mpreg au #vaders uterus #excerpt

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dyinglikeastar · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Writers

1.) How many works do you have on AO3?

417 🫠 Don't be too impressed though lol, I'm very old and many of them are drabbles

2.) What's your total AO3 word count?

951,061 🥲

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Justified. Biggest past fandoms: DC comics and danmei

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

(I'm just going to list my Justified ones since that's what everyone's here for, but feel free to check out my works if you're interested in those other things.)

1. we could follow the sparks - 4793 words

2. for you it's always me - 15, 753

3. in my defense I have none - 54, 264

4. working for the knife - 1491

5. ten feet apart - 5581

5.) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Absolutely. I don't get around to every single one and sometimes it takes me a while, but I try to because every single comment makes my day.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love to write angst, but I tend to have at least a mildly happening ending in fics. For Justified I don't think I have an angsty ending fic yet, so its probably going to be Nothing Left To Burn, an Untamed fic. (heed the tags, proceed with caution etc)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard since most of my fics do end on a happy note. I don't write fluff or weddings or anything like that, but I think For You It's Always Me is the happiest ending for my Justified fic though. Domestic Raylan and Boyd make me happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

In my many, many years of writing fic and out of the 400+ works (many of them ~~problematique~~)I have up, I'm fairly certain I've only ever gotten two even remotely negative comments. I'm not sure how I pulled that off, but it probably has something to do with being a virtual hermit and never promoting my shit lol. Anyway, one of them was on a sex worker fic and the criticism was that a group of teenage runaways doing sex work wouldnt have to eat ramen or live in a shitty apartment because apparently all sex workers make triple digits 😅. The other one threatened to call PETA on me bc a kid in the fic had multiple goldfish die.

9.) Do you write smut?

Pretty much primarily lol

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

It appears that I've never published an actual crossover, huh. I've written plenty of AUs, like my Hunger Games!Raylan/Boyd AU, but never a true crossover.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have, I give blanket permission and its always nice to get those notifications

13.) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep, the most recent one being In My Defense I Have None, and I wrote 2 pretty popular DC comics fic series with someone.

14.) What is your all-time favorite ship?

Oh Lord, I can't do favorites. I can tell you which was my first, which one I've shipped longest, my favorite from each fandom, but I can't pick just one, thats like picking a favorite child.

15.) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pot canon Raylan/Boyd where Raylan doesn't turn Boyd in, instead he kidnaps him and runs away with him into the mountains somewhere. I just don't know how to end it in a way that makes sense.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Well I don't know, but I hope it's characterization and dialogue, because that's what I enjoy the most. Also, fitting a bunch of shit in few words.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition. Long fic. Did I mention exposition? Exposition is my nemesis.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for fic?

It's fun and immersive, but only works if you're fluent or have a native speaker to ask about it, otherwise you end up with a Lance Voltron situation.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, unfortunately.

20.) Favorite fic you've written?

Honestly, In My Defense I Have None. Its the longest thing I've ever published, it was super fun to write and totally self-indulgent, full of all of my favorite tropes, and I got to write it with my girlfriend.

Thanks, @tallsinspace and @willowmckinley for tagging me in this meme

#fic meme #my fic

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juuheizou · 7 months

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Omg now i'm dying to know what are suzuya's trigger textures, and his triggers in general too since I also hc him as autistic<3 also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

Of course, friend! I'm always down to talk about autistic Suzuya!

Do be warned, in my personal opinion it's no worse than anything in the series, but if you're squeamish about unsanitary things, you might want to skip a couple of paragraphs pertaining to some unsanitary textures and stimming behaviors that I marked with a ** at the beginning of each one.

what are suzuya's trigger textures

He really doesn't like rough, scratchy textures. Tall grass or institutional carpet on bare skin, bristly animals, clothing tags, scratchy fabrics from wool to lace, suits. Anyone would learn to hide their distress at the horrible feeling of a lacy dress if the alternative was Big Madam's wrath, not worth dying over even if it's a close decision, but I think I have a little to back this up when it comes to his canon rebellion against coming to work in a proper suit.

I like to think of his canon dress code violations being a little bit of “stop telling me what to do” but also a whole lot of sensory issues with the material suits tend to be made of. If he could get away with wearing his pyjamas to work every day, he would, and I feel like he would have tried at some point. Unfortunately, what he does actually wear in canon was the best he could pull off and just be lectured by Amon as opposed to more serious disciplinary action even he can't ignore. Some of how he dresses is to have some control and fun with it in a conservative office environment when it comes to how people dress, like his patterned suspenders, but the actual fit and cuts of his outfits, ie too big for him and mostly shorter than they should be, is to minimize how much of it is touching him. His undershirts we see him wear once are probably something he wears all the time and pretty soft, another way to insulate him from that suit material texture.

Also, as an animal lover, this can prove a little problematic. My first thought is of the sheer disappointment of him petting a stray dog and ending up with like, bully breed bristles or something lodged in his shirt. Or going to a petting zoo or something with the squad and he's had a wonderful time nuzzling alpacas, sheep, rabbits, ducklings, and he's too excited to even think through it before he tries to do the same with something like a potbellied pig. Sad times. Very sad times. It's not fair that some animals can look fuzzy but actually feel like a cactus. He's safest sticking with fluffy spitzy dogs and cats haha.

**Messy textures are variable. He's not your (on Tumblr, at least) stereotypical squeamish autistic. Actually, I think he's the opposite and self-soothes by squishing and smearing gross things until Shinohara finally gets him a jar of play-dough or something to stop him from playing with dead stuff he finds on the schoolyard-- maybe being given art supplies to play with instead is what got him doing other art forms as an adult. Before it was stray animal entrails and stuff he found at the Academy, it was human organs, blood, etc. and Madam probably saw it as him learning to be a good scrapper, doing things like fingerpainting with blood or squishing a handful of organs in his hands.

**That being said, as much as he likes these textures in his hands, he has learned the hard way that most of them will make him sick if he were to put them in his mouth. Someone who didn't eat a lot of innards and similar scraps of meat over the years probably wouldn't even think to be so picky, but liver, brain, stuff like that? Good! Intestines, eyeballs, parts that are more slimy and slippery in the form they'd be thrown to him in... he would sooner go hungry, even living with Madam and not being given much else to eat. He might have liked to crush bugs as a cadet, but he probably tried and learned to draw the line at eating them. In the human world, though, he might like some of those things with the sliminess deep-fried out of them, perhaps.

Speaking of, food texture is also a type of texture, and in addition to slimy and slippery, he can't do stringy, fibrous stuff in food, especially if it is both slippery and stringy like some veggies. We know he likes sweets and snack foods, and I do think those are things he truly likes, but things like sweets are also a lot safer for someone who can be hypersensitive to the point of some mouth feels making him physically sick. Some may perceive this as childish, but to him it's just survival when the wrong bite can make him feel so awful. Some foods he just can't tolerate at all, but I can see Hanbee teaching him how to prepare fruits and vegetables in ways that don't trigger his sensory issues, as he would never be able to say “do this, do that” to Suzuya but would want him to get his vitamins and minerals. I could write a whole post about the adventurous, slightly strange eater that would be unlocked once he got a good introduction to preparing food in different ways that truly change the texture of the ingredients.

Not exactly a texture but still relating to his sense of touch, he really can't do light touch, as hyposensitive as he is to pain and deep pressure. To him, light touch is much, much more noxious than pain and he can really lash out against something brushing up against him. Often he grabs or strikes an offending hand or body part to get it away before his mind can even catch up to him, not hard, but how hard he does it doesn't always matter when people around him already perceive him as violent.

and his triggers in general too

As far as his other (sensory, which I hope is what you were wanting to know) triggers and hypersensitivities, he struggles with loud noises although his threshold for them is somewhat bigger than textures-- ie he can handle weapons clashing in battle, loud music when he's out somewhere fun, stuff with an end in sight that either can or does last short enough that it won't become too much before it's over. If it lasts too long, is too loud and piercing, he's having a sensitive day, or any combination of the above, though, it can very much push him to the meltdown point. Piercing, high-frequency sounds or too many sounds going on are also hard for him and will make him clap his hands over his ears SO FAST.

Same with bright lights. There's a threshold, he can handle them to some degree especially if there's a good (to him) reason for him to, but he's still hypersensitive to them. Fluorescent lights at the field office, for example, are another thing he's willing to get on his superiors' bad side for when he doesn't have an office and will just turn off half the lights in the bullpen (I would think they have one of those?) and when people just get annoyed and turn them back on, he would learn to mess with the breakers to where it's not easily undone and looks like an electrical problem. Amon would HATE the sight of him wearing sunglasses indoors and that would make him want to utilize this coping mechanism more. When he is a senior investigator and squad leader who does get a little office of his own, it's just barely light enough for him to read and do paperwork by.

Smells, though, I actually see him being hyposensitive to for the most part. I can see him going into a candle shop, bakery, buffet, anything with lots of options displayed in an easily accessible way and just wanting to pick up everything to sniff it, though he can't always do that because with food that is unsanitary and will get him kicked out. He also has a high tolerance that he hasn't actually found the limit to thus far for filthy crime scenes and rotting gore that even seasoned investigators have to go and vomit at the stench of.

As far as taste, though mouth feel is a different story, I see it also being a more hyposensitive sense for him. He loves to experiment with different flavors of things and is that person who seeks out foods that are really sour, really spicy, really minty, stuff like that that makes his whole face feel the taste of it. Again, would just pick things up and sample them as a stim if it wouldn't get him banned from places with delicious food, and I see him as one of those autistics to whom eating food is a stim. I can also see him liking the taste of alcoholic things for this reason, although on an unrelated note I don't see him as a drinker because he is an angry not-fun-to-be-around drunk; booze is best left as something to soak confections in or savor one single serving of, but he does like the burn.

also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

As mentioned, he is a mixed bag of hyper and hyposensitivies, and deep pressure is something he seeks out just as hard has he avoids light touch. We see him do a lot of the classic signs of this kind of sensory seeking in canon, such as physically risky behaviors, indifference to pain, and constant movement. As far as sharing physical touch with another person, though, which he don't really see in canon, he has a need to be squeezed.

Starting with stuff that can be read as conventionally casual and platonic, I have mentioned he likes Akira and only Akira messing with his hair. That's for the same reason anyone else would run away screaming from having their hair done by her: the result might look amazing, unlike Touka's home hair attempts, but we know she's not the warmest character and can be just as insensitive as Suzuya in her own way as a person. As a hairstylist she really gets in there with combs and brushes and will pull to get a lock perfectly detangled or a braid tight enough to stay intact even while fighting for life and limb against an SS-rank ghoul, all while too absorbed in the task at hand to notice her victim is crying. Honestly, someone might see her updos around the office and convince themselves they can sit through it, but it's too much suffering, even for the most beautiful hair of their lives. For him, though, it's akin to a nice spa day, pleasant and relaxing. Horseplay and sparring also count as touch to him, and are pretty hard to go wrong with since that is always going to be heavy, hard bodily contact. Same with those hearty, macho claps on the shoulder I've mentioned before.

Going a little ways up the conventional ladder of intimacy, giving his hands or his shoulder a squeeze is nice and always advisable, especially when he's fidgety and stressed. Giving him a tight bear hug is the nicest, but you can't be scared to break him, or chances are you're not going to hug hard enough. He also loves to cuddle, but someone has to be laying a lot of body weight on the other. Once that is happening, though, it's even better than a weighted blanket or throwing someone to a mat. He could have a rib broken and still just be disappointed that it means he can't be physically crushed that hard again. Just like he relishes one of his cats or a stray animal laying in his lap, he likes to lean against people he knows won't shoo him away, and would also enjoy having his partner fall asleep against his shoulder or in his lap. Kisses are also fun and exciting for him, but he can't do the light pecks on the cheek and brushes of lips; gotta put some pressure and confidence into it, even if it doesn't get deeper in any other way.

Touching the rest of his body is where I see things getting emotionally fraught for him in addition to having the potential to be real overstimulating real fast. These are the areas of his body that are easily hidden by a nightshirt, a scrapper's costume, or a pretty dress without marring the beautiful doll he was supposed to be, so that's where only Madam ever touched him, and all she gave him were scars. This is where his control over the situation is just as important to him as the physical sensation being pleasant. I know my word choices sound sexual, but this doesn't even mean sex.

We know he is into underground body modification for example, but I see him being strictly DIY if he wants to feel the sensation of needles through his skin, which is the real reason he has his own stitches while not having any conventional piercings or tattoos; office rules wouldn't stop him lmao, he just can't do those himself with as much room for error. Sharing a shower or bath would be all fun and games, and he would like to wash someone's hair and body as a gesture of affection, and the hot water would be nice for him, but don't try to return the favor after he's had his fun. He would enjoy kissing someone all over in a merciless flurry, but honestly, the best way to approach something like that is to let him take what he wants and leave what he doesn't. He's direct enough that if he does want something different, he will get it. This is another small reason I think he pairs well with someone as shy to even try returning the favor as Mutsuki tbh

Hopefully it's not information you were hoping for, because I'm going to stop there as far as stages of intimacy that I googled for the purpose of this ask go. I have headcanons and things to say and would be totally cool answering more r-rated and up questions if one were to ask them directly. I just would rather disappoint someone who didn't ask for explicit content but would have liked reading it than blindside someone who didn't want to read it, you know?

#answers #anon #juuzou suzuya #whoa writing this really made me want to write more about suzuya and akira #their friendship is so good #you can't tell me they aren't each others closest non-family figure friends #also akira is autistic too just saying #pda cw

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transnominal · 2 years

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After going through the tags for the Sandman series, there is some unfortunately unsurprising racism surrounding the casting of Death as a black woman instead of a white woman, and the racists are pointing to the comics for "accuracy".

I have read the entire comic series more times than I can count, but a single reading would inform you that all of the Endless are shapeshifters that appear however they think is most fitting for the time and place. Death and Dream ARE Black in the comics sometimes. Sometimes they are Asian, or aliens, or cats and it's implied they could be sentient crystals or balls of light if that's the reality they're in. Depends. Sometimes you can't even tell who Delirium is until she speaks and you see her rainbow speech bubble because her form is so loose. They are literally personifications of ideas.

All that being said, it doesn't matter anyway because there is literally nothing lost and actually a lot gained because Kirby Howell-Baptiste is (pardon the pun) KILLING it as Death

#just wanted to rant #the Sandman SHAPED me #wait until the show gets to the Dolls House arc the bigots are really going to come for the trans rep #edit i said dolls house and i meant seasons of mist I'm a fake fam

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bidokja · 2 years

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ok i gotta ask. what is sclasses. are you willing to please give me a link and also possibly a pitch to sclasses. webtoon or novel first?

OH BOY, so "sclasses" is my tag for "The S-Classes That I Raised" (AKA "My S-Ranks" and "My S-Class Hunters"). It's a KRN webnovel with a manhwa adaption.

You can find the novel being currently translated by SFS Translations and the manhwa being officially translated on Webtoon. There's also a fan translation being done by Asurascans that is much farther ahead of the official manhwa TL.

For an introductory premise/summary:

Dungeons. Monsters. Awakened. A game-like System to package it all in. It seems straightforward enough, but a more troubling truth lies beneath the surface. With his younger brother's blood still staining his clothes, Han Yoojin obtains a means to turn back time. He siezes the opportunity, hoping to get a fresh start. Live a cleaner, less chaotic life. Unfortunately, his choice does quite the opposite, and he becomes the centerpiece of the chaos to come. Slowly but surely, the packaging is ripped away.

Things like my personal pitch, my love for Yoo Myeongwoo, and my novel vs manhwa recommendations are below the cut.

For my personal pitch, honestly...just being able to peek into Yoojin's thoughts is so worth it. He is the funniest motherfucker unlimited. No contest. The writing balances this quite well, too. I like to approach sclasses with the mindset that its most major sub-genre is "comedy", but it still knows when to take itself seriously.

Also, the approach the series takes with the tropes of dungeons, systems, and regression is refreshingly different from other series. It manages to give explanations that don't detract from the fantasy, but rather add to the growing horror. The pacing is great, with stakes being raised and revealed at just the right times. As for characters, literally everyone is interesting. Everyone. They're all batshit in different ways and have ZERO shame about it. I love to study them under the microscope in my brain. Most of them are also very compelling (even the ones you hate).

AND. MOST IMPORTANTLY. YOO MYEONGWOO EXISTS. LOOK AT HIM. MI POBRECITO MIAU MIAU. MY BABYGIRL.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk <3

P.S. - To answer your last question, I recommend the novel first, but the manhwa doesn't fall far behind.

I've already talked a bit about what parts of the writing I like above. The novel itself goes into a bit more depth, and has more gradual and fluid connections between events. It also shows WAY more of Yoojin's inner ranting and raving, which - as I've said - is genuinely such a huge part of the S-Classes expereince for me.

That being said, the manhwa is really good. Firstly, the art is amazing. I can't say it clears my bar for diversity (but no manhwa has done that so far so...y'know), but it's so much less stiff and more vibrant than a lot of studio work I've seen churned out lately so kudos there for sure. I also think that it manages to nail the impact of a few scenes even better than the novel does, and so far the edits to the pacing are well done to fit the more limited room of a comic medium without skipping important info and while still conveying the intended progression for the plot and characters. Which, maybe all these seem like basic things, but is something SO many adaptions drop the ball on.

#the s classes that i raised #my s class hunters #mine #sclasses #that summary is spoiler free btw you learn about his brother and the regression thing all in ch1 it is quite literally the intro

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sparkyblizz · 11 months

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hey mutuals and followers, have you ever wondered how I became a blackbright shipper?

well, I'll tell you! it all started with Sherlock Gnomes fanfiction.

one night Sherlock Gnomes—the sequel to Gnomeo and Juliet (these are both real movies yes and I unironically love them)—was on TV so I sat down and watched it. afterwards, I searched the tag on tumblr out of interest.

I happened to find a fanfiction. about Sherlock and Watson. johnlock but Sherlock Gnomes. effervescent, amazing, perfect.

I checked the author's blog, and when I went to search it, I can't remember why, I saw these tags:

I don't think I'd ever seen or heard of blackbright before! but from context I knew it was a ship name, I mean, it's kinda obvious, lol

so I scrolled through the tag on their blog. I was fascinated. I'd never thought of blackbright. I never shipped Simon with anyone, no one seemed to fit him. I'd never liked blackmadhi despite how popular it was (sorry blackmadhi fans it just didn't appeal to me). and I loved Bobby when I played the game, and I was crushed when the Phantom reveal happened. I found art, posts about Bobby Lives AUs, and I'd never heard of such a thing. an alternate universe? where he doesn't die? what a novel idea!

I then found Meowzy's fic series, Phantoms and Mirages. and I started reading it. that night. I read it in less than two days. I was enthralled. obsessed. I swear to you this series is something else (and unfortunately lacks tags that you might need for all manner of interesting and potentially triggering material). it's also very long but GOD did I enjoy reading it!

I remember I have an old post somewhere where I shouted out Meowzy's fics, if I find it I'll reblog it or something (edit: found it).

but anyway, that was it, I became a blackbright shipper, I became obsessed with Dual Destinies again in general, and I started writing fanfictions for it. I made wonderful friends who I really do appreciate.

so, for everyone who likes my fics and my dumbass posts about various DD characters including Bobby and Simon, none of that would've ever happened if it hadn't been for @renegadewangs, and, of course, Sherlock Gnomes fanfiction.

#sparkyblizz speaks #random rants #blackbright #sherlock gnomes

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thesherrinfordfacility · 9 months

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I'm going to preface this by saying this is not meant entirely an admonishment but more a reminder. It's also not aimed entirely at you specifically but rather people I've seen in notes on your posts, as well as Neil's. Neil is not lying about Crowley not being Lucifer and isn't going to surprise us with that suddenly being canon in the series. He quite literally can't do that now. He knows people are or will be making fanfic of it now. He now cannot ever use it. Same with the Raphael theory. Same with any other popular fan theory someone has taken to his inbox for confirmation, only to be denied. All that accomplishes is confirming he in no way will ever use any element of it in any of his writing going forward. So keep speculating! Keep having fun making theories! But stop taking them to Neil. All you do is ensure they will never be canon. As Neil always says, just wait and see.

hi anon✨

im going to take you at your word re: it not being entirely an admonishment or aimed at me. and choose to simply see this ask as a way of getting a general PSA out into the tumblr ether. that, i will gladly help with.

i respect your view and agree with it... i would however argue that personally i think the people that have been in my post notes in particular have been pretty respectful from what i recall, or at least have been very clearly joking.

there is, as far as im aware, a relatively small group of blogs that went generally full-ham on the theory (and perhaps im in that number, idk) but from what ive seen, following neil's ask, the majority have actually found the whole situation very funny...

maybe gone a bit ironic/sarcastic with "lmao imagine if he's lying" out of disappointment (me too!), but obviously joking and otherwise pretty respectful. honestly, i found the whole thing hysterical, i hammed up the Lucifer Theory Grief for an evening, and have since largely gotten over it. i think a lot of others have been the same.

however. i managed to read about 20 replies through That Neil Ask before i was starting to get pretty pissed off, by people on both sides of the lucifer argument:

i get why people were getting irritated by the pro-theoriers; the theory was debunked - move on, or take it off of the ask. i agree with that sentiment - other than rb'ing the ask twice and adding my tags, i left it alone and kept the dialogue on my own blog, and imo others should have done the same - just simply left the neil ask, and taken the discourse to their own blogs.

that being said, some of the anti-theoriers were coming across as outright rude, to the point for me of even being quite upsetting (and it wasn't even directed at me lmao). i get they were probably getting annoyed on behalf of neil, and that's admirable - but neil is a whole ass grown man. if he wanted people to stop commenting on his ask, i imagine he would have locked the post, posted a PSA, or just simply turned off his askbox. people do not need to police for him.

one thing i will point out, however, is that the lucifer theory came up on an rb, not directly in his inbox.

neil chose to respond to that rb (and the one after) entirely by his choice; it wasn't sprung on him in his inbox. noone should have to police their rbs or rb tags just in case he sees? direct inbox submission is a huge no-no (i agree with you, especially as he has actually asked for people to not do that), but this particular situation, ill be honest, does not fit that.

i also think the way both sides have reacted over the lucifer debunk has now unfortunately set a rather unsettling precedent for any other theory that might come out and people disagree with; ive been bracing myself for a potential shitstorm all day about my theory on the second coming for this very reason... and tbh i shouldn't have to feel like that.

everyone deserves to have fun in fandom-space, that's what makes it enjoyable and collaborative. if you (royal 'you') do not like a theory, or think it's a load of rubbish, either argue it back eloquently and with an open mind, instead of just being outright dismissive and making people feel stupid (as i felt after reading those replies, tbh), or leave that person/collective alone. it doesn't hurt you, it doesn't hurt anyone, and it's just people speculating and having fun with it.

now about the actual debunk of the theory itself - yes, i agree, it could be an IP nightmare potentially. i have further thoughts on this but i think im going to leave it there for now, my reply is already long enough✨

#good omens #not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy #ask #if i start getting any hate on this #anon function will simply be switched off #i am not in the mood

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shade-of-sun · 1 year

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From the depths of my mind came forth a ship I hadn't thought about in years. Curiosity overtook me and I was suddenly gripped in the throes of Ao3, desperately reading through fanfic and switching back and forth to Tumblr for fanart to reblog – all while I crafted a playlist with every fic I read.

Now I will say, the few nods to the ship is in the title, referencing a very good fanfic series and very loosely referencing the very popular seasons!au in the fandom, really couldn't help myself with that both of these.

(For the four souls that liked my playlist when I first put it out, I hope you like Hijack.)

Let's get started! :D

• Ends of the Earth - Lord Huron

"Headin' out into the unknown,

Wayfairin' strangers and all kinds of danger,

Please don't say I'm going alone,

To the ends of the earth would you follow me?"

This an adventuring song and just hits different. I feel like these two would just go off on a whim on a crazy adventure while the other tags along cause what's life without a bit of fun? It's also find it sweet that maybe just maybe one of them would ask if they could come along. Though it would probably come off like "You're stuck with me now."

Either one of them would most definitely use that phrase.

Of course, when I listen to this song now, I think about Of the Northmost Winds and Skies by xxiiyu. Go read this fanfic if you haven't, it's a wonderful slow burn with a bunch of adventure, magic and pinning for our pairing. I'm going through my second reread of the fanfic due to my enjoyment of it, definitely one of my favorites.

Fic Recs: Forget-Me-Not by UmbrellaMartialGod, Of Tender Years by zoom, Wooed by toopliss_chewtoy

The Fold – Wickerbird

Now, not every song needs to spawn a mini character study so I picked this song mostly for the vibe. The nature imagery is giving "running through a dark forest and feeling nature all around, the co-existence of people, nature and something more magical. I think of a more magical Berk, leaning further into their superstitions and folklore. I'm thinking of a BBC Merlin-esq take on magic, with it being ingrained in the world and some being born with it.

Fics Recs : breath by AnguishofMyLove, Son of a Witch by twiafom, Between Blurred Lines by ThatAwkwardFaeNerd

Black Moss – Johanna Warren

I think about this song constantly. It's the vibe of the song!!! (The lyrics are kinda morbid, but it is they vibe they give off.) It's hard to find the words to type, but I just think these lyrics apply to both Jack and Hiccup. And this song always has me putting the pairing with Jackson Overland who then turns into Jack Frost, for maximum angst.

"And you've been watching me,

You say I emanate some strange magnetic power,

But don't be drawn to me, I maybe be here today

But soon black moss will cover over my dead body."

To potential to write so many dynamics that fit with this! To explore how Hiccup and Jack interact with each other with either Jack knowing Hiccup after becoming Jack Frost or with Hiccup seeing so much of his old friend Jackson Overland with in Jack Frost and trying to figure him out.

"You've been a lot of places,

left me forgotten by your side.

Maybe the feeling's baseless,

But something in me still stirs when I look in your eyes,

'Cause you've been kind to me,

I never quite believed you when you said its over,"

Jack wondering why Hiccup looks at him differently, with something in his eyes that Jack can't put a name to. It makes his heart ache cause Hiccup looks like he needs an answer for something Jack doesn't know how to answer. Something is there, just below the surface of what's between them, if only he could figure it out.

This song, for me, has a lot of potential to have so much good angst. Unfortunately I can not bring myself to write said angst, so I only have my thoughts.

I must mention the series Heart of a Dragon's Soul by SilverlySilence. The fic is also a slowburn that builds on Jack's appearance in Berk, stripped of his magic but still very in-tune with the mystical side of things and he eventually becomes Berk's Druid all while becoming friends with the gang and falling in love with Hiccup along the way on this very wild and tense adventure. Slow, warm and sweet like a cup of hot coco is reading Soul of a Druid.

I would love to read it again, if my heart can take it.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Taylor Swift

The lyrics, oh my god, the lyrics for this song. This song ruins me every time. Every time. Alright so this is kinda cheating cause this song also makes me think of Heart of a Dragon when I listen, but hear me out. I don't really know what more to say than read the fanfic and then listen to this song and try not to cry about it, cause that's what's happening to me right now.

"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about,

I've got lot to live without,

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been,

What should've been you."

I'm never getting over this. This is for every fic that has Jack going back in time with bond with Hiccup and the gang, getting friends, getting to see dragons and having people see him only to then get tossed back in his own time left with the sinking feeling of never seeing Hiccup or his new friends again. (Then he finds a way back or Hiccup finds him in the future and they live happily ever after!!)

((Bonus if Jack was sent back while he and Hiccup were find out about the thing between them or had just confessed their feelings for each other.))

Okay little blurb aside - I decided to put it at the end of this playlist cause it starts the journey all over again when Hello My Old Heart starts to play, and I think its fitting and it pulls at my heartstrings.

On a happier note, I'd like to think, they'll meet again. That's the wonders of fanfiction, you get to make up new beginnings and endings for your favorite blorbos.

And I think about these two a bit too much to be healthy, but I love them.

Anyways, thanks for the read and if you happen to listen to this playlist, I hope you enjoy it. Keep on creating and happy writing!!

#hijack #jackycup?#jackycup #frostcup #rotg #httyd #spotfiy #sorry for any typos ive been working on this for a long time #and i feel like i missed a few things #ill fix them later #hope all the fic links work #ENJOY #Spotify

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