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carionto · 8 months

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Alone with ourselves

(elaborating on the last sentence from here)

When we slipped away, or Vanished as the rest of the galaxy called it, most of Humanity didn't know what we were in for. Very few people knew of exactly what the plan was, most were told some BS about kicking the aliens' dumb "barrier" out, creating a force field, teleporting them away, whatever was most convincing to whoever happened to be in charge in each country and union.

Of course, one of the better ways to keep what we were actually doing was letting the truth spread among the lies, because really? Interdimensional travel? Most of the scientists working on actually making it happen didn't believe their own numbers and successful test results, but it worked.

Chaos.

What happens in places where a lot truly believe in a Hell, or Afterlife, or whatever else, and then the stars, the Moon, and the Sun just... disappear.

Utter, bloody, indescribable madness is what happens. And when the sky is still blue, you still feel the rays of sun hitting your skin, and the glow of moonlight still shines your way at night, well, that kind of lack of sense is enough to turn a lot of sensible people to the scriptures.

Truth don't matter at such a time. In fact, the truth tells everyone we lied to everyone.

We were hoping to get Humanity sorted and ready to take the stage against the aliens, maybe alongside if they would acknowledge as and show some respect, in just over a century.

It took that long to restore some degree of a civilization that can actually do real science. We overestimated ourselves, but we got back on track and then some.

Now, we could finally start to understand what it meant, in practical terms, to isolate Earth from the rest of the Universe. True nothingness beyond what we brought with us. We always pondered whether we were alone in the Universe, hoping we weren't, dreading we were.

Now there was nothing but us, nowhere to point our wandering gaze, no destination to set, no unknowns to discover. All we could do was look at each other, and we all know how that tends to go. Suffice to say, that 12.3 billion we slipped back in with should've been thrice that, but we can't help ourselves.

In a way, I guess that's good. Our nature meant we always had someone to one-up, and even when most of us managed to be buddy-buddy for a while, our imagination of what awaited us back kept things... well, progress demands sacrifice.

On one hand, learning how to make miniature suns, but not how to turn one off properly, did solve that whole rising sea levels problem. On the other, creating a 200km crater in the Pacific Ocean made for some... interesting weather.

However, all that now very exposed and partly-processed ore from the mantle made for some very good space ship building material. Just had to survive a few hundred super volcanoes and, you know, everyone suddenly being an environmentalist. Plus another collapse of civilization, but we went over that already.

To cut it short, Humanity always perseveres. We're like cockroaches, except with guns and opinions.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #story

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Dream is ambivalent about A/B/O genders. He's seen enough shit in the universe in billion years, current human civilization doesn't even come close to his definition of 'strange.' Still, he tried on various genders like clothes (he feels most comfortable being an omega), and even hoped in secret that Calliope would be amenable to mating when they got married. He breached the subject very tentatively, found out she was not delighted by the prospect of being tied to an Endless at all, and they never touched upon it again. Their marriage crashed and burned soon anyway, so it must have been for the best. After their reunion with Hob post-fishbowl, Dream decides to take him up on his offer to meet more frequently and drops by. The timing is unfortunate (or fortunate, depends on the point of view!) as his human alpha friend turns out to be in the middle of his rut. And maybe Dream is not versed in human communication and rites, but even he understands that it's better to leave and return next week. Which he is about to do before Hob very enthusiastically jumps his bones. Dream is extremely confused and tries to talk Hob out of this endeavor - he believes Hob is not interested in him like THAT, but Hob is as single-minded as only an alpha in a rut can be and showers Dream with all the words of passion and praise his fevered brain can come with. When he drops the l-word, Dream melts and gives in. They spend Hob's rut together, and Dream is on cloud nine: he feels cherished, desired, and, above all, LOVED. So when Hob suddenly bites him, Dream is not opposed at all. Alright, it'd have been better etiquette if they had discussed it beforehand, but Dream currently is more occupied being happy because 1) his love is requited; 2) Hob wants him as his mate! The problem is, Hob'd have never dared to jump his Stranger like that, let alone do anything to him. He hoped that if he's lucky, maybe he can try to court him…in 500 years or so. To him, all that occurred was just a feverish rut dream. So when Hob comes to his senses once his rut is over, he finds a very fucked out Dream looking at him with heart eyes in his bed, sees a fresh mating bite on his neck…and panics. Dream immediately comes to the conclusion that Hob already regrets their mating and dissolves into sand, retreating to the Dreaming before he starts crying in the presence of this human - his mate - that humiliated him so. Chaos ensues!

Oh dear. These idiots! They're both as bad as each other, really.

Hob is just horrified that he'd done that to his stranger - to Dream! It's totally taboo to bite someone without even talking about it, and they certainly didn't do that. Hob doesn't even know if Dream wanted it! Wait - what if he started crying and disappeared because he didn't want it!? Hob ends up running to the bathroom and throwing up at the mere idea. How could he do such a heinous thing to the man he loves?!

Meanwhile Dream is flooding the dreaming with his tears (yes, literally) because he thinks that his mate regrets everything and probably hates him. How can he face Hob ever again? He'll have to, because they're mated... if Dream goes into heat, he'll need Hob. Being without him simply won't be an option.

Desire, Despair and Death are all sitting in the threshold and collectively groaning because the idiots are idioting. And Matthew has had enough of trying not to drown in the dreaming, so he makes an executive raven decision and heads to the waking world.

He immediately confronts Hob (who is still panick stricken and white as a sheet) about why he rejected the boss?? And Hob just gapes at him like "rejected??? i thought i assaulted him!!!" Matthew face-palms. Face-wings. Whatever. He tells Hob to go the fuck to sleep and fix things.

Easier said than done. But Hob eventually gets to the dreaming, swims through the tears, and finds his poor miserable mate curled up on his throne. Dream doesn't look up at all until Hob nuzzles his mating bite. The flood recedes a little bit. And Hob tries to explain as tenderly as he can, why he freaked out when he woke up.

Dream falls even more in love with him, honestly.

And three weeks later, they spend Dream’s first heat with a mate together in Hob’s bed. It's everything he's ever wanted. And Dream gets to bite Hob, giving his alpha a perfect mating bite to match his own.

And yes, Matthew gets so many raven treats as a reward for his service to his King.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

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rederiswrites · 2 months

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I don't see how trump turning America into a christofacsist state is any different than the norm? like it's been like that for native and black people since it's creation like we inspired the nazis in the first place so like what the point? oh trumps gonna kill everyone who isn't a white cis male! and? that's what america's best quality since day one

Okay I'm actually going to respond to this Edgelord Supreme bullshit, because as absurd as it looks written out like this, I actually do think a lot of people are feeling some half-articulated version of this despair and cynicism. Let's kick that in the ass.

First, let's get one thing straight. History has been terrible awful bad always and forever. There have been a thousand genocides and a million wars and a billion brutal, inhuman war crimes. Back in the days of the earliest civilizations, wiping out entire cities when you defeated them was basically just how things were done for many societies. The fact that we have international laws and international bodies of justice, however obviously toothless they remain, is the result of thousands of years of extremely mixed progress.

So at this point, you pretty much have to say either that a) humans are an incurable blight and don't deserve to live, or b) that we've done amazing, beautiful things and experienced billions of moments of happiness and created art and fallen in love despite all this, so we're still worth working on. Personally, I am very strongly in camp b. I see things worth living for a hundred times a day. There's really no comparison.

Second, the USA is not uniquely bad. It is terribly damaging to people both within its borders and all over the world. It is build on genocide and slavery. Many of its foundational institutions are deeply corrupted by these things. And guess what, that's uh....pretty common. No, really. The US is currently a big fucking problem. It's our turn with the big stick, for sure. But even then, we're not alone.

So how the fuck is this encouraging? It isn't. I'm not encouraging you, I'm telling you to fucking GET GOOD, because when you say shit like the above, what I hear is "Oh I SEE, I'm a TERRIBLE PERSON I guess I should just kill myself to make your life easier." I hear someone who would rather give up and call their country morally bankrupt and irredeemable than to PUT IN SOME FUCKING WORK.

Cynicism is so comfortable. It doesn't ask anything of you. "It's always been like this," it says. "Nothing's going to change."

Except things do change, and things have changed, and your entire premise is in fact absolute dogshit. The two presidential candidates are not remotely the same, and we are not, yet, a Christofascist nation. I could, as many before me already have, enumerate the million concrete ways in which your premise is just not true, but honestly I won't bother, because it's not a premise in good faith. What I mean by that is that even a cursory examination of the actual facts would totally trash your expressed beliefs, so you're not really interested in the facts.

Change for the better can happen. Change for the better has happened. It's just not as EASY as you want it to be. There are more steps. For example, you can't have viable independent candidates until you have campaign finance and voting reform. So you have to push for those things. For years, probably decades. Many people have died without seeing the realization of things they fought for, and yet those things have come to pass. You may die fighting the good fight and not see the victory. I may too. Meanwhile, you make the choices that will hopefully get the fewest people killed.

So stop acting like we're all just too shitty to bother about, and put in some fucking work.

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ckret2 · 4 months

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So yeah, about the ask you had unclear what I was refering: yes I meant what kind of personalities is bill attracted to.

Had to wait a couple days to answer this until I had time to dig up and review the original post about what he's attracted to; and honestly, I think it already covers almost everything. Take out the physical traits and you get:

Weirdos. Being weird, in and of itself, is attractive to him. Gotta be a high quantity of weirdness though.

"Brooding artist" types (his description). Mostly if they make art of him, but even that aside he likes people who view the world around them like an artist. Brooding optional but "thinking deeply & romantically about the world" mandatory.

People who have fun by Bill's definition of "fun": party hard and live to tell the tale. Reckless eagerness to jump headlong into danger a plus.

Similarity to him. This might mean a similar history but it could mean similar personalities. Bill's personality is shaped by his history, so why wouldn't someone else's be.

Extravagance with material possessions. That might mean their love language is gift-giving, or it might mean they go broke spending everything they have on luxury and thrilling experiences. Live loudly, enthusiastically, generously, and with little heed for future consequences.

Nerds, provided they have something else going for them besides just being nerdy. More broadly: intellectual curiosity and a functioning brain.

I think that one's worth elaborating on, since it gets into Bill's psychology. Bill's a trillion years old; knows more about practically anything than practically anybody; has seen whole worlds rise and fall, along with all their civilizations, cultures, discoveries, inventions, and people, over and over again; and by now, he passes vast swathes of eternity by partying/dissociating for longer than the human species has even existed. Even though he never really quite grew up, he's still old and tired and bored.

But there's still wonder out in the multiverse—wonder in things he's seen billions of times, wonder in things that are just slightly different from the other billion he's already seen, wonder in looking at something he's seen before in a brand new way. He knows it's there, he's just gotten too depressed and lazy to go looking for it.

Merely knowing stuff doesn't impress him—he can "know stuff" in circles around any mortal and most immortals—but excitement and enthusiasm for knowing stuff gets him to wake up a little to the world around him, which is something he sorely needs.

But again: they've gotta have other things going for them. If he runs into a nerd who's just nerdy and doesn't otherwise bring anything else to the table that Bill's into, he's just like "ugh what's this geek droning on about this time, go away."

And these other traits off the original list aren't quite things he's "attracted" to, but that makes him more likely to pursue someone anyway:

If somebody's an emotional doormat who'll do anything he says and let him take the lead in all matters, he's more likely to date them. And also, exploit them, use them, abuse them, and leave them. He's not actually attracted to doormats, though—it's kind of a turn-off, really, he finds people with a spine more interesting—but people with a spine are more likely to stand up for themselves, which makes it harder for Bill to get away with all the shit he wants to pull; so ultimately he's more likely to pursue somebody he likes less but can control more.

I don't think he's really "attracted" to people who worship him—the more of a zealous follower someone is, the less likely they are to be an interesting person all by themself, really. But like. It's an insane turn on. Biggest turn on. Call him your god and his brain shuts off and he gets a little light headed as all his whatever-he-has-instead-of-blood immediately rushes to his wherever-the-hell-blood-gets-redirected-to-in-his-species. When he's that into being worshiped, I think the fact that he isn't technically into the person doing the worshiping is kind of a moot point. So he's not exactly attracted to people with a tendency toward obsessive devotion; but he's had a disproportionate number of partners who have that personality trait, since that makes them more likely to be obsessively devoted to him.

All of the above is off of the original "stuff he's attracted to" list. I can't think of many personality traits he's drawn to that aren't already covered. Extroversion, optimism, maybe similar "screw the laws of physics" political opinions, maybe a tendency to re-sculpt the truth in the same way he does... Yeah, that's all I got, I already hit most of the points in the initial ask.

I realize these are "personality traits he's attracted to" instead of "personalities he's attracted to," but a personality is just a soup made up of various traits. I'm not gonna go like "oh yeah he's attracted to ESTJs" or something. Grab multiple of the above traits and slap them on the same person and that's appealing to him.

#(off the top of my head i don't even remember what ESTJs are like. that was just a random example.)#anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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avengerscompound · 6 months

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The Interview - Chapter 2

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating: E

Warnings: Drinking, sexual innuendo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 1947

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 2

“Bobbi! Bobbi, are you home?”

Melody was buzzing when she got home. The preliminary interview with Captain Steve Rogers had gone so well, and she currently felt this swirling mixture of excitement, relief, pride, and euphoria inside her. It left her feeling slightly high, and her hands trembled every time she tried to use them. Now, she wanted nothing more than to metaphorically vomit out everything that had happened to her cousin.

“I’m in here!” Bobbi called back from her bedroom.

She tossed her handbag onto the table and went straight to Bobbi’s room. Her cousin was sitting behind her vanity applying makeup, already dressed in a black sequined romper that flattered her figure, and a pair of lace-up thigh-high boots.

“So tell me,” Bobbi said, gazing back at Melody through the reflection in her mirror. “How was your first big celebrity interview?”

Melody flopped onto Bobbi’s bed with a squeal and kicked her legs. “Oh my god, it was so good! He was so open! I didn’t expect him to be so open! He talked about all the health issues he had when he was a kid!” She sat up suddenly and clapped her hands together. Bobbi!” she said. “We spoke about circumcision! I spoke about circumcision with Captain freaking America!” She fell back on the bed and kicked her legs again.

“And was he pro or against?” Bobbi asked as she finished off the wings of her eyeliner.

“Against. He doesn’t understand why society has changed so much that it’s now as common as it is. Back when he was young it was just for medical or religious reasons.”

Bobbi uncapped her lip gloss and hummed. “So Captain America is uncut. That’s interesting. I wonder if that friend of his is too.”

“James Barnes? I mean most likely. I don’t think he’s Jewish. Although, I guess he could be,” she mused and sat up again. “He’s so fucking handsome, Bobbi. I mean his skin is flawless. And I know we always see him with the cowl on so he just looks like this square-jawed jock, but he has such soft features. They’re quite feminine actually. And his eyes… fuck… Seriously. They are so blue, and his eyelashes are so goddamn long. He’s really beautiful.”

Bobbi blotted her lips on a Kleenex. They were now a dark red with a slight glitter to them, making them stand out against the warm copper of her complexion. She turned to face her and crossed her legs. “Oh my god,” she said. “You have a crush on Captain America!”

“No, I don’t,” Melody argued, huffing and folding her arms over her chest. The pouting didn’t last long though. It was hard to argue that she didn’t feel some attraction to Steve considering how kind and good-looking he was. “Okay - so maybe I do. Me and a few billion other people I’m sure. He’s hot as hell and really kind. I’m only human.”

“I’m more into the friend,” she said. “But I did always go for the dark and brooding types.” She gave a dismissive wave above her head and looked back at Melody. “Be careful, chica. You need to stay impartial and if you want this article to be good you have to be able to ask the hard questions. That’s not easy when you’re trying to impress someone.”

“I know,” Melody said. “I will be. I am aware of how big of a break this is. Besides, it’s not a hard-hitting exposé. I’m just writing a profile piece. I’m not trying to break the poor guy.”

“Alright. I believe in you. If anyone can get the Pulitzer and the guy, it’s you.” She stood up and clapped her hands together. “We should celebrate. Come to work with me. I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Where are you working tonight?” Melody asked.

“Stonewall,” she said.

Melody quickly jumped up. “Oh, fuck yeah! If I have to sit through vampire dinner theater again, I would have to shoot myself.”

“Rude!” she said and gave Melody’s ass a playful smack. “You love Dracula’s dinner show. Now go get dressed. You are not going to Stonewall dressed like a banker.”

Melody yelped and ran from the room, hurrying to her little nook to change. She hung up the clothes that Bobbi’s friends had loaned her and changed into something more appropriate for a nightclub. She opted for a pair of colorful trainers over heels for comfort. The thought of being on them all night after spending the day in the ill-fitting pair she borrowed was too much to bear.

Bobbi clicked her tongue impatiently when Melody was ready to go, and they hurried out to catch the A train down to Greenwich Village. The adrenaline high kept Melody babbling away happily all the way down to the bar. They spoke about the interview, Bobbi’s upcoming auditions, and where they would move when they both made it big.

“I’m just saying that I am sure there would be a really nice place here in SoHo that we could share and it wouldn’t at all be weird that we were still sharing a home when we both are successful and have our own families,” Melody said as she followed Bobbi up to the bar.

“Fine. We’ll pool out money and buy a huge mansion and you can have the east wing and I’ll have the west wing,” Bobbi relented. She stepped behind the bar as Melody took a seat, and went out the back to put her things in her locker and punch in. It was still early so there wasn’t a huge crowd, but it was still busy, with people milling around nursing beers as they talked, or taking photos with some of the historical items on display.

When Bobbi returned, she grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and brought it over to Melody. Melody watched as she pulled out a tiny goblet-shaped glass, a filigree spoon, and a sugar cube. She placed the empty glass in front of Melody and balanced the spoon on top of it. She then put the sugar cube onto the spoon and poured a shot of the green liquid over it.

“Okay,” she said, setting the cube alight. It began to drip flaming globs of sugar into the glass. “When you’re ready just pour some water on top and stir the sugar into the glass.”

She put a small glass of water next to the glass.

“We’re doing Absinthe? Are we celebrating or grieving?”

Matthew, a tall, lithe man, with wiry muscles, and a deep umber complexion, stepped over from the other end of the bar. Melody knew him well, he often shared shifts with Bobbi, as they tended to work on singing bartender nights - his voice was deep and rich and he attracted a crowd whenever he worked. He and Bobbi had become close friends, and he had been to their apartment for most of the small gatherings she held.

“It’s a celebration,” Bobbi said. “Our little girl just did her first interview for a proper magazine article. Not a small one either. A three-page spread.”

“Wow,” Matthew said, leaning back on the bench behind him. “That is worth celebrating. Who are you interviewing?”

“It’s kind of a secret,” Melody said. It was a lie, but she wanted to tease him with the information. “Come here, and I’ll whisper it.”

He laughed and came close, leaning over the bar toward her. “This better be good.”

“It’s Captain America,” she whispered loudly.

He pulled back and held his hand over his heart. “Damn... Girl! You did not just drop that on me.”

“Pretty good, huh?” she said.

“Your first interview? You are going far! Do not fuck this up!” Matthew said. “He’s fine… though I prefer his friend. You know, the one with the metal arm.”

“James Barnes,” she said, trying not to laugh. Matthew and Bobbi had very similar tastes in men.

“Is he as good-looking in person as he is on TV?” Matthew asked.

“Better,” she said.

“Damn…” Matthew cursed.

He was called down the bar by a customer, and Melody focused back on her drink, pouring some water on it and extinguishing the flame. “I thought it was illegal to sell absinthe?” Melody said as she stirred in the sugar.

“It’s fine if it doesn’t have the wormwood in it. But don’t think that without it you won’t get fucked up. It’s over 60% proof. Be careful,” Bobbi said.

“You’re the one that served it to me!” Melody yelped.

“Yeah, because you said one drink. There’s your drink,” she said, pointing to the small glass of green liquid.

She picked it up and sipped it. The water and sugar had cut through the strong burn of the alcohol and the aniseed and herbal flavor, but only a little. She threw the rest back in one go.

It went straight to her head, and that one drink became two, and then three. Then it was dancing with strangers and joining in singing anytime the waiters broke out into song. Then it was making out with a woman in the line for the bathroom. She completely gave in to the adrenaline of the night. Everything seemed like a good idea, and on top of the fact that she hadn’t eaten since lunch with Steve, she was very drunk after not very long.

The night didn’t end until the bar closed at four, and Melody ended up singing on the subway with Bobbi on the way home at half past four in the morning. She wasn’t home until five and she simply collapsed down into bed, still fully dressed, and passed out.

When the alarm went off two hours later, she felt like cooled-over death. Her head throbbed and her mouth was tacky. Thoughts came to her, sluggish and foggy, like everything was soaking in treacle. It took far too long for her to remember that she had to go interview Steve in Brooklyn today. When it finally sunk into her brain, she stumbled out of bed. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cursed, making a beeline to the shower.

She spent way too long in the shower and then had to just pull on the first things she could find, which happened to be jeans and a T-shirt. Thankfully, her jacket dressed it up a little. She quickly did her hair and makeup to try and make herself at least look human, and then rushed out the door with her bag, not having time to even make herself a coffee.

Luckily there was a food truck on the corner of her street right outside the subway stop that not only sold coffee but also had breakfast croissants and doughnuts. Extra luckily there was no line when she reached it and she was able to grab an egg and cheese croissant and a coffee before jogging down to the train and getting on the first one that would take her to Brooklyn Heights.

The car only had a few people in it when she got on, so she took a seat, put on her sunglasses, and began to slowly sip the bitter black liquid hoping it would revive her before she had to see Steve Rogers. She hadn’t even been on the train for ten minutes when it stopped at the port authority bus terminal. People flooded onto the train and she focused on her coffee and the last remnants of her croissant. She didn’t even think twice about the person who was now standing directly in front of her.

“Rough night?” an all too familiar voice asked.

She looked up to see Steve Rogers smiling at her.

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ofc #smut #the interview

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I need to know the process of max and daniel telling people in glitter. I mean, obviously there were 80 billion people who found out based on everyone being at their wedding, them casually mentioning it at f1 shoots, obviously the teams knowing, etc, but the key first reveals? Who knew, how they told them, how they took, etc, I want to know all! Also, I want all the insight of them in 2022 that you’re up for sharing with how they navigated the emotional minefield there, because the snippet you shared about the two shows such a interesting glimpse into max being in the peak of his career while his boyfriend is falling and suffering and barely eating and forcing smiles when he’s never had to before. Sorry, two very broad questions in one ask, but since we as outsiders don’t have the details, I definitely have some curiosities around these bigger topics.

Final, actually more specific question: how is Daniel with the cats?

yes, i will say that this socmed format def has one downfall and it's not being able to share the deeper details but i am very happy to just dump all of this here, hope this satisfies some of your curiosities anon!

how max and daniel tell everyone:

charles is absolutely the first person max and daniel tell, and that's just because he was the first person to catch an inkling that they may want to be more than friends. that's done with a facetime with max and daniel (which is in ch 3, charles' post). he was basically the driving force to getting maxiel together-- they got together after daniel invited max to stay in his house in perth during COVID, there’s a kookaburra called gary that taunts max to make the first move, it’s a whole thing--charles basically forced daniel to invite him over. but also, there are definitely drivers who thought they were already dating, here's a snippet from the new year's day fic, a conversation between daniel and nico hulkenburg during singapore, 2019.

Are you two okay? We’re fine I know you don’t like talking about him but you’re okay right? It’s awful when you fight with your partner, but I guess it’s worse for you cause you have to race him the next day. Nico What We’re not dating Oh Did you think I was dating Max this whole time?! Does Max know that

i don’t think they tell the rest of the drivers, probably just the ones they’re close with. if charles knows, pierre knows. when max told alex he was going to stay in australia, he laughed really loudly, gave a pat on the back to max and said “charles told me you two were always weird about each other” and walks away. so make of that what you will. they don’t tell george, he finds out from someone and feels instantly betrayed as leader of the daniel ricciardo fanclub but gets over it quickly. no one tells sebastian but they both get a “Congratulations. — Sebastian” text one random day.

max’s sister instantly finds out when he doesn’t come back to europe for lockdown. daniel doesn’t tell his mum till max has left to go back to the UK before the season starts again, but she already knew (he wore a red bull shirt with 33 on it whilst they socially distanced exchanged food with each other).

the red bull team find out during a meeting where daniel walks through the living room with a basket of laundry. they don't say anything there, but daniel receives a vague message from a number he doesn't recognise basically being like treat him right etc etc (it's GP.) the renault team were under the impression that they were dating the whole time, so no shock from them.

but i think for the first two years (2020-2022) they try and keep it as much as a secret as they can, especially because of how turbulent their careers were at that time. when daniel has his pseudo 6 month sabbatical and is back with red bull, that’s when they slowly start to talk about their relationship around everyone more. (with the help of some very strong NDAs i imagine to stop stuff from leaking. but people probably respect them enough to not leak. it’s a fictional universe, people are nicer here.)

2022:

2022 is a real turning point for them. as you put very nicely, max is at the peak of his career, daniel has never been lower. i think for both of them it's a do or die point of their relationship--i think they were kind of stuck in this honeymoon period during the first year of the relationship, but daniel going through a depressive period snaps them both out of it. obviously, i can only speak for my own fictionalised daniel ricciardo and my own experiences, but i think he just slowly stops trying. like here's what i wrote, and i think it just encapsulates what daniel feel internally throughout the year:

“Sometimes I think you are not angry enough about it. You used to fight back everything you did not like at Red Bull and now Lando says you just sit there in meetings and accept all the bad things they’ve thrown at you.”

he’s tried being nice about it, he’s tried being angry about it and none of it works, so why try anymore? but also this is when max realises that daniel needs something tangible for him to realise that max is in it for the long run, which is how the tattoo is born. it doesn’t fix all their problems, time will help, but it’s a nice thing. he doesn’t tell max but max getting a no.3 tattoo is basically a marriage proposal in his eyes and frankly it is—if someone came up to me and was like hey i got a tattoo of your racing number 3 next to where you always place your hand on me and when they’re together it reads 33 which is my racing number, i would’ve dragged their ass to the nearest government office and got married right there, but that’s just me—the actual proposal is probably in early 2023, and it’s max who proposes whilst they go on a bushwalk, he knew that daniel has bought a ring recently and wanted to catch him off guard. (proposal pic is daniel’s post on august 5th in ch3)

daniel and the cats:

the cats definitely hate him at first (i have genuinely never heard a nice, calm story from jimmy and sassy). they destroy his shoes by playing with the shoelaces, only sit on daniel’s clean laundry, sleep on his side of the bed (cats are vindictive like that) but after a couple weeks of this behaviour they probably realise that daniel’s not going anywhere. they like him more when he buys some super duper expensive cat treat and max comes to the conclusion his boyfriend has stolen the hearts of his cats.

#tw: depression #tw: mental health #glitter on the floor #asks #GOTF asks

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John 9:22

THE TOWER HAS REACTIV

So at this point, this can't be anything other than "the tower has reactivated". So the Tower, so far mentioned only when calling Ianthe and Gideon "Tower Princes" is some sort of mechanism or something that can be activated? I guess I would guess that it's some part of the Mithraeum

I hope that's not actually as horrifying as it sounds. They both have godlike powers, so they should be able to do this in a not-entirely-horrifying way, right?

That's not the first time in this story that John has specifically objected to cannibalism, but that's an interesting place to draw the line, when he has no problem using human bodies for ornamentation or military weapons, and he wears baby fingerbones in his hair. But using human bodies for sustenance, which has actual IRL precedence, even in cases where starvation wasn't a possibility, is too far for him. I'm not even talking about the non-European tribespeople who were accused of cannibalism here, white Europeans were eating mummies in the Middle Ages because they thought they had medicinal properties. Using human bones as ornamentation was also quite common, but I don't think cannibalism was any more alien to John's culture than that. Also, I don't think the actual Nine Houses religion has a problem with cannibalism - it seems to be a normal part of Ianthe's necromancy for example, at least before she became a Lyctor, and it's a necessary step in the method that the OG Lyctors came up with for attaining Lyctorhood

Now I'm kind of hoping/expecting this means that Augustine is going to somehow reappear at some point and kill John, or help kill John? I mean, we don't know where the Stoma actually goes, and I'm sure John doesn't either, and I think we will probably find out by the end of the story

This would explain BOE's "death sense" that they talk about, but I still don't think that this is something that happens to most ordinary necromancers, because otherwise Harrow would have noticed Magnus and Abigail dying back in Gideon the Ninth, and I think Mercy and Augustine would have realized that Mercy hadn't managed to kill John

So, after everyone on Earth died, presumably because of the nuke, John temporarily gains a huge amount of power and is able to use that to resurrect everyone? Is that why he can't resurrect people anymore, because it requires the amount of thanergy that's generated by the deaths of 8 billion people? This is part of a section where John is talking about his quest to figure out how to resurrect people

Also, someone (maybe Cassiopeia or Nigella?) probably should have told John at this point that that wasn't what people meant when they said "defund the police"

With all these little snippets of stuff we hear about G1deon in these, I kind of wonder how he would have reacted if he'd survived Number Seven and had been the one in the room with John and Mercy and Augustine when Mercy had apparently killed John for lying to them about their cavaliers having to die, during the short period of time they had to react to that before John reconstituted. Augustine clearly expected some reaction, because he said

(Pyrrha obviously don't give a fuck, and there wasn't really anything she could do to Mercy or Augustine even if she did)

Yeah, this doesn't surprise me, since he'd already decided to be Dr. Evil at this point. I actually thought I misread something when he initially described telling Pyrrha it had been an accident

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth

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specialagentlokitty · 9 months

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10th doctor x reader - the stars in your eyes

Part three:

You began to looked at the TARDIS, and you noticed that unlike everything else, you could make out the shapes of everything inside.

A thin barriers of gold covered them all, holding them into position for you to be able to see them, and as you looked at the doctor you noticed that the particles that made up him also took shape.

“Interesting…”

You looked at one of the support structures and reached out cautiously and touched it, and you pulled your hand away.

“So, where would you like to go. The whole of time and space is yours!” The doctor beamed.

You looked at him and turned around, walking over to stand near him.

“Can we just sit in space for a while? I want to look at the stars.”

“Absolutely!”

You walked over to the doors and waited for him to give you the all clear.

The TARDIS was loud, but your ears soon got used to the noise and drowned it out, and you watched as the particles changed around you, box surrounded the box.

It was bright, but nowhere near as bright as the doctor, while everything else was a yellow gold colour, he was pure gold.

“Go ahead.”

You reached for the doors and opened them, and you slowly sat down to look at the galaxy in front of you.

“The Milky Way.”

“You know?” He asked.

You nodded your head and you stared out at it.

“I know a lot about space.” You smiled.

The doctor walked over and he sat next to you, glancing at you but he couldn’t see your face because of the hood of your hoodie.

“Do you need to wear your glasses even if it isn’t as bright here?” He asked.

“It’s for the best.”

He hummed and looked at the Milky Way with you.

You could see all of it clear, you didn’t need to focus or search, the stars and planets were always clear to you, they were the only things that didn’t amount to stardust to your vision.

In a way it was a relaxing thing for you not having to focus on it all.

“What do you know about them?” He asked.

“Everything, I never went to school because of my condition, so I spent my time learning about the stars.”

“So you were born with it?”

“Yes and no. I’ve always had it, but it fully developed when I was a teenager.”

“That doesn’t seem right.”

You shrugged a little bit, and rested your hands in your lap as you looked at the galaxy, a soft smile on your face.

“Tell me some things you know.”

“I know it’s contains 100–400 billion stars, is 13.61 billion years old and has a radius of 52,850 light years.”

“Now how could you know all of that.”

You shuffled, resting your back against the doorway as you smiled at the doctor.

“I know many things gold man.”

He hummed again, and began to quiz you, and you played dumb when it came to anything outside of the star system that contained your home.

You would answer anything regarding the Milky Way, and that was all you offered answers too.

“You’re smart.”

“Thank you.”

“Very smart.”

“We’ve been through this, you already scanned me and saw I was human.”

He nodded his head and looked at the galaxy, and you rested your chin on your knees as you a studied him.

You could hear whispers of his name through the universe around you, all sorts of whispers, stories, angry yelling, pleas for help, everything regarding his name.

It all traveled in the vast silence, unheard to anyone else apart from you.

You could hear them.

The universe spoke his name in hushed tone.

The doctor turned his head towards you, and he stared right back at you.

“You’re really human?” He asked.

“Last time I checked.”

You grinned a little at him and he offered a gentle laugh.

He watched as you sat back, and he saw a small part of your breath come out as mist.

“I can turn the heating up?” He offered.

“We’ve been through this, naturally cold.”

“Cold enough to turn your own breath to mist?”

“You tell me.”

You reached over and placed the back of your hand on his forehead, and his eyes shot open, taking your hand in his.

“You’re absolutely freezing!”

You rolled your eyes and watched as he pushed your sleeve up to feel your arm, then he reached out to feel your forehead.

“Why are you so cold?!”

“Low body temperature.”

He got up and pulled you after him, and he made you stand in one spot so you did, you stood there just waiting.

“Dramatically low, your body temperature should be higher than this, it’s a critical tipping point between freezing to death and not.”

“Doctor it’s fine, it’s always been like that.”

The doctor reached out and took your hand, and you stared at him as you heard hushed whispers.

“…the child of time and the child of the universe…”

“…the darkness is coming…”

“…a choice must be made…”

“…a sacrifice…”

You pulled your hand away from his and took a step back.

You never recognised the voices, but you recognised what they were saying of course, but you hadn’t heard it in a long while.

“(Y/N)?”

“Sorry.”

The doctor furrowed his brows a little bit, and he looked at you.

“It’s alright, sorry I should’ve asked that’s my fault. Is there somewhere else you want to see or should we set it to random?”

You hummed a little in thought and stuffed your hands into your pockets as you looked at the console.

“Set it to random, let’s see what happens.” You grinned.

“Well then!”

You heard him pressing some things, and you looked at him, and he grinned from ear to ear.

“Allons-y!” He yelled.

He pulled the level down and you grinned the console to stop yourself from falling over as you laughed loudly to yourself.

The TARDIS jolted and you laughed again with him, and when it stopped you both grinned at one another.

“Come on then!”

He ran to the doors and you ran behind him, jumping out with him only to look around in confusion.

“It’s earth you goon. We just came from here.”

He huffed a little and looked around, going back inside.

“There’s something strange going on at the hospital, how about a little investigation?”

“Sounds great to me! I’ll meet you there!”

Before he could react you ran away, following a lead of your own.

It was simple enough.

Follow the trail of red which led you directly to the hospital, and you noticed it went all over the place and you had nowhere to start.

So you began to wonder around to try and find your way.

You made your way to the next floor and sighed, again it was all over the place, so you began to search for the intruder.

You didn’t make it far though, the building began to shake, and you fell against the wall with a heavy thud.

Everyone began to scream and panic, and you were unable to stand up until the whole thing stopped moving, and everyone went quiet.

The atmosphere was different, the whole place was different, so you got up and found the nearest person.

“Excuse me sorry, can you take me to the window?”

“O.. oh..”

They helped you and you looked around, and you blinked.

“We’re on the moon…”

You took a moment to process this before you spun around.

“Doctor!”

You began to push past people, trying to find the man you came with, but just like the red apparently the doctor had been all over the hospital because you had to follow his trail.

It was confusing to say the least, and you were struggling to find where he had gone, and just as you were going to burst the doors open to go through you stopped and stumbled back.

“Stay calm! Just let them check you!” A man yelled.

You slowly backed away and ducked into the nearest room, hearing the loud creatures come closer and closer.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to figure out what to do.

The door was opened and they walked in, grabbing you they held you in place and you gulped.

The universe was telling you to let them do what they had to do, and so far it hadn’t led you down the wrong path, so with a deep breath you closed your eyes and waited

“None human life form.”

You snapped your eyes open and you quickly took your glasses off.

“You’re right I’m not human!”

You stared at them, and they seemed to stare right back at you.

“You’re not human either, I can see that much. What are you?” You asked.

“We are judoon, you are not our prisoner.”

You shook your head.

“No, I’m not. Yet, you’re killing non human life forms, why haven’t you killed me?” You asked.

“Universe child…” one mumbled.

“I know what I am, answer my question.” You demanded.

They slowly backed away from you and you picked up your glasses, putting them back on.

One reached out and took your hand, drawing a cross on it.

“You are not our fugitive.” He said.

With that, they left despite you demanding why they would spare you.

Then you remembered the doctor and you began to run over the hospital again trying anything you could to find him before the judoon did

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #doctor who x y/n #doctor who x you #doctor who imagine #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor imagine

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vatican3 · 2 months

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Do you have any weird or funny stories from working at the escape room?

People do a lot of confusing, frustrating things at the escape room. Often before they are even in the escape room. The escape room I manage is also inside of a mall, so a majority of the people we talk to are not going to book a room but are curious. Though we do get a lot more walk-in business than standalone escape rooms; these people are not "good" at escape rooms, but the thing about the mall-going general public is that you can say everything short of "you should not book this escape room" and they will anyway.

A lot of the time people walk up and seem to be confused by the concept of an escape room. They hold me hostage for 5-20 minutes explaining to them exactly what it is (and I assure them at least twice, because they keep asking, that it is not a VR thing, no, it's not on the computer, it's in real life, it's not AI, I don't even know what that would mean). Sometimes people show up to book, or worse yet, having already booked, and still seem to have no idea what an escape room is. Today a man walked up and said "This is all laser tag, right?"

A woman once asked if she could bring a charcuterie board. A group of enthusiasts once told me going into the room that this was their 58th escape room, and on their way out informed me it was their 66th. People constantly walk up and ask if we "really have escape rooms".

A lot of the stuff that drives me crazy isn't stuff that's actually very funny or interesting. One thing is that we have bathrooms in the back that you have to be walked to because we have about a billion doors and if you walk in the wrong one someone is going to be very unhappy and it's going to be me. Everyone ever shows up needing to use the bathroom. Why didn't you piss before you got here? This is an hour long experience? And it's always the groups of 8 people that are 5 minutes late already that need to go to the bathroom and it's ALL of them EVERY SINGLE TIME. And then our times are off, etc. etc. we're on a schedule here and nobody seems to understand that.

Anyway, the interesting people just seem like aliens, usually. They are unfamiliar with basic concepts in bizarre and jarring ways that you didn't even know existed. The escape room brings out kinds of stupid yet-unthought-of by mankind. My beloved once ran a group in our casino themed room that said, at one point about halfway through, "they have you spending most of your time in this damn room" as though the escape room could take place anywhere else. I once ran a group in the pirate themed room that was making overtly flirtatious, nigh sexual comments toward their talking animatronic parrot guide. A young man shit his pants in the casino once.

I will leave you with a series of events that happened to me in quick succession one day while I was at the front desk:

1) A man runs up to the front desk, panicked and sweating, and says “I’m supposed to be meeting someone here for the 4:25 Casino. It’s under the name Christine?” To which I say: We don’t have that booking, our 4:25 casino is a group of 7 and they’re already in there. He walks away.

2) A group of 4 people walk up and want to book but they are confused about what an escape room is (I cannot stress enough that this is not cheap--it's about $37/person, so around $148 for 4, and people still do this on a whim). They ask what’s available and I tell them that they can do the storm themed room right now or come back at 5:30 and do the alien or pirate themed one. The girl says “When is [wizard-themed room] open?” I say: It’s not. (if i had any wizard bookings I would have mentioned that). They decide to book the 5:40 pirate room.

3) The guy from before is back. This time with Christine. They discover that they both thought the other one made the booking and neither of them double checked, I guess? They say they drove a considerable distance to get here and would still like to play a game so they ask what we have free. They’ve already done the alien themed one so I tell them: they can do the 5:50 casino or do storm right now. They decide to book the casino.

4) Earlier in the day I had received a call from the person that was supposed to be the 2:30 wizard room group of 6. She told me she was running late and wanted to reschedule. I said okay, the only time we have left is 5:50 is that okay? She said yes. Now her and her family are here wearing matching sweatshirts. She walks up to the desk and says, verbatim, “we have tickets for 1:50 I think. Are there any earlier showings?”

#mtxt

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qaylorswiftieprime · 4 months

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Okay guys. It's time to sit down and have a chat.

A lot of Gaylors like to say "there's nothing wrong with speculating" and you're right. I often find myself looking at someone in public and thinking "What an interesting look. I wonder if they are gay?" but there's something important here. I don't demand to know what their sexuality is.

It's one thing to discuss things with yourself or friends and another thing to get into fights online claiming that Taylor is gay because you noticed some 'hints' in spite of any evidence contrary. To go out there and beg and plead for Taylor to come out as if she owes you something.

Here's some advice: If someone doesn't declare their sexuality, you don't have to assume or speculate. You can just leave that space blank on their stat sheet in your mind. It's easy, free, and doesn't lead you to this situation where you are micro analyzing every syllable Swift utters to find more proof of homosexuality.

It absolutely is disgusting to broadcast sexuality speculation to the broader public because you are putting someone in a position where they feel forced to divulge information they might not want to! the outcry after the NYT article was completely wild. I've never seen so many people telling someone they think is gay to come out of the closet already. What the hell.

It doesn't matter if she is gay or straight for this part either. Because someone's gender and sexuality is personal. If they want to share, they will. If they don't, they don't need thousands and thousands of people demanding they do. You do not know her. She owes you no information about her personal life.

Don't call yourself an ally if you are determined to get an answer from Taylor Swift because you are demonstrating that you don't understand the harms inherent to forced outings. EVEN IF SHE COMES OUT AS STRAIGHT.

Also, for everyone saying "she's being a bad ally by centering herself in queer spaces and using queer flags" : she's got a net worth of over a billion dollars. I guess we have all conveniently forgotten what that means. She is not your friend. She is not an ally. You cannot gain a billion without stepping on people.

Really honestly ask yourself why you have this parasocial need to associate with Taylor Swift.

Think about who she might be stepping on the get where she is.

Ask yourself why you have a personal need for this particular rich white woman to be a lesbian.

#gaylor

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opttagoyeo · 11 months

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Psychic Au! Naruhina Ver.

brief context: Naruto Uzumaki is the CEO of a well-known company, a lot of people don't know.. even his present girlfriend, Sakura that he, has some sort of special talent.

Well you see, he has a special talent where he can read minds— or literally hear them in real life, without them knowing- without their consent.

Whereas, Hinata Hyuuga on the other hand, works under that same company, and has a suppressed feeling for her boss for almost 3 years now, without well, Him, knowing.

'Have I...

really stood a chance on him? '

Naruto stilled, his eyes darting around to find the one who's voice is this invading on his mind, who keeps boggling his already chaotic infused mind, and there she is—

Silently, like the air, cupping her favorite blend of coffee against the office's kitchen,

Naruto ponders who might be this person, who might be on Hinata's train of thoughts as of right now.

'Stood a chance on him huh?'

He never thought that there will be a time that he'll discover this quiet woman's interest in men, they've been working for years, and he really do admire her work, perseverance, determination, and hard work.

So to see her, the ever so serious yet gentle employee of his show some soft side of hers , a tell tale sign of her having affectionate feelings, it made him wonder.

It sparked a different interest, a sudden bubbling curiosity to know more for Naruto. To know more, to discover every nook and cranny with his all might.

To know everything there is to this one of a kind woman, Hinata Hyuga.

' I wonder, if I, if I was just as determined as I am right now back then, would I.. would I approach him, earlier, even before she came to his life?

Before everything shambled and crumbled and bask into this sunlight freely without any shame nor remorse to myself?'

Wow.

Just, wow.

He was definitely speechless to say the least, like, no really, he's being honest right now literally.

She sure have loved this certain guy for at least more than a year, Naruto estimated. Why? Well excuse his mind but the way she sound so disappointed and just so melancholy about the whole ordeal she's thinking of, makes him think that she's been keeping her love all to herself.

She's afraid of taking risk but that's also what's creeping up now to her memories, eating her up with a lot of what ifs, and regrets mixed with heavy disappointments.

In return, it left a bitter taste feeling for Naruto, and an aching heart, because he knew so damn well that feeling, of not being chosen— of not being enough.

Well sure, him and Hinata faces different situation and circumstances but in a sense they're also highly similar for they both have the feelings that correlates with one another.

And that's enough.

For Naruto, he's adamant that what he have seen is enough.

***

But he's wrong.

It's nowhere near enough.

If he could only turn back the time right at this moment, to go back to that specific time where she's just sipping her favorite coffee, he would, hell, if he have to move the sky and the mountain for it to happen then sure he will do it in no time without any complain.

To know it and to fully comprehend and analyze it are two different things.

In his defense, how could he possibly know?

Right?

Right?!

Who could've thought that all this time...

That...

Guy who he supposed was in Hinata's mind was none other than...

than...

Him.

Yes.

Him.

Oh.

Truth to be told he didn't actually expected that, no one prepared him to do so because why would they?

And the very thought that swirling on his mind is...

Why him?

Out of all the people,

in the office...

in the city...

in the whole wide world.

Out of all 8 Billion People in the world?! Why chose him?

#naruto uzumaki #hinata hyuga #naruhina #naruhina fanfic #naruhina fic #naruto #hinata #naruhina au #psychic naruto #psychic naruhina #psychic naruhina au #mind reader! naruto #unrequited requited love #naruto x hinata #hinata x naruto

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long time no H♡L info??!??!?!?!?

I did mention that Toshiro and Seina both have siblings. WELL. I made up my mind about them. Neither has a name yet, but I have a whole leftover name list from when I was naming all of Helianthus. Toshiro has an older brother and Seina has a younger sibling. And uhm. So remember how I ALSO mentioned that I accidentally started thinking about another fan unit. That's because of them. These siblings are in another unit together. I actually already have a general theme and even their sekai in mind????? Somehow??????? All I'm gonna say for now is that it's space-themed. Because of course it is. At this point I might as well make a billion units for each of my interests (/nsrs), but uh ANYWAYS. Yeah. I'll try to design said siblings today, ALTHOUGH. I have like,, 3(??) other H♡L wips, but I just CANNOT stop, my brain is full of ideas and these guys are genuinely one of the only things keeping me going???? Along with my sister??????? Can you tell I'm super excited, did any of that even make sense, idc, I just wanted to say it.

AND. To not make this just me saying some random general stuff, I'll also share what's the idea for H♡L's sekai is FOR NOW. It can change because I. Am painfully inconsistent. Just a heads up – I'm not he best with descriptions, and I'm also not gonna really bother making it sound good right now, it's just to give whatever few ppl care about these sillies an idea of what it'll probably look like. (As I'm writing this, I realized I actually *am* trying to make it sound nice, but if it sounds weird. Hush. /lh)

I mentioned that I call it the overgrown sekai. Because it's, well, overgrown. As you could hopefully guess. The main part of it is an old stone structure, with some intricate carvings still remaining visible and even discernable, although everything does look like it's at least.. a few centuries old, no less. However, taking into account that it's a sekai, it probably isn't that ancient. Almost everything is pretty much overrun by plants – ivy spreading across the grey stone walls, grass (and most importantly flowers) breaking their way through the floor that seems to be made of marble, but it's too old, overgrown and at times dirty to be completely sure. The said flowers are a strange mix of forget-me-nots and sunflowers that may not quite make sense, but it *is* a whole ass other dimension, after all. There's plenty of light, despite practically no windows in sight, save for a few small ones. The reason for that being the roof, shaped like a dome, with holes in it that clearly weren't here by the first design, having appeared because of the stone collapsing over time. Unsurprisingly, the flowers are concentrated in the areas where the most light seeps through those holes. And speaking of light, the time here is always the same – late afternoon, with the season always remaining a comfortable sunny summer.

There's some furniture in the building, mostly along the walls, with the center looking almost like a flowerbed. That furniture seems to represent each of the owners of the sekai – an old desk made of dark wood with a quil and some paper thrown around it, almost giving it an impression that the owner left in a hurry. The paper has become a light yellow color over what may or may not be a rather long amount of time. Next to it – a somewhat fancy wooden chair. There are mirrors hung around this part of the space – some broken, some have the glass taken out entirely. Just a little further – a shelf and an armchair. Both items' materials and overall look fit that of nearly very other piece of furniture here. The shelf is filled with items that seem to have some spiritualistic significance – amulets, crystals and stones, all of them hand-made and hand-carved, yet seeming to lack in accuracy and having been made in a hurry. The armchair strangely has a few long chains hanging on its back. One of the more noticeable pieces of furniture is... a fish tank. It has no fish. In fact, it doesn't even have water, though it's probably not intended to be that way – the tank is spacious and has pretty much almost everything a fish would need to be happy and content in captivity. But it's old and worn out – the driftwood rotting away, whatever plants used to be inside have withered and everything is covered in a thin layer of... dust..? The tank itself stands on top of something of a dresser. If you care to open its doors, you will see rows upon rows of books – as many as could fit in the little space there is inside. Most of them have to do with marine life, but there are also some journals full of incomprehensible messy writing, as if whoever was filling them either didn't have much time, or was feeling too much emotion to care. Perhaps the strangest item in the building is a cage. It's designed just like one of those small restricting bird cages, glistening with gold in the light from above, but for some reason, the cage could easily fit a human. If you decide to step in, you might notice an unexpected aroma. It's vague and subtle, but... it almost seems like fresh black coffee mixed with something citrusy. Outside, the building is surrounded by a dense forest. The light can't penetrate the abundance of trees, but somehow, it doesn't feel eerie or threatening. It feels familiar in an unexplainable way. Have you already seen these woods somewhere..?

WOOOOO I THINK THAT'S ALL. I think. I hope I didn't miss anything. Uhm. I also hope it's not too,, out there, idk. There's also another area I have in mind, BUT. that is some world link territory, where I don't rlly wanna go rn,,,,, RAGHHHH I hope all of that sounds alright. Again, if it doesn't,,,,, I'm not a writer by any means, I just. Felt silly.

#Helianthus♡Light!#also uhm #i should tag sfuff more #you shall be #lore rambles #that makes sense #pjsk #pjsk oc #project sekai oc #toshiro hasegawa #matsu kimura #fumi hatanaka #seina amari

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omg i want to debate a hotchniss scene with you!!! from the season 7 finale

now i know that the whole jj’s wedding thing with hotch and emily talking about her tell etc etc is seen as the ultimate hotchniss flirty scene and i love it but that’s not what kills me in that episode, it’s the dance scene for me. It makes me go absolutely feral and its one of the scenes where im once again questioning who the hell directed that and why- it’s so intimate to me, the closeness, the almost cheek to cheek, him shifting his face towards her and her little smile- like who in their right mind directed that with the thought “aw yeah that’s how friends dance” like sjsnsnsnks. While a dance like that would probably be normal with the rest of the team, the fact that hotch doesnt usually have such a touchy relationship with anyone is what makes me lose my mind, its such an unusual moment for them i feel like WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY ITS DIFFERENT AND IT MEANS MUCH MORE!! Anyway so yeah, idk if im just insane so i was wondering what your take was on that, considering that your fic is based on season 7

I can't think of a single coherent thing to add to this because I agree entirely.

I'm so curious what he said to her in that moment. Like, what TG actually said, but mostly all the billions of options for what Hotch could've said to Emily.

I feel like this is the scene where you can really see what they could've been if he wasn't her boss. Like, it's a little weird with Beth there, but it almost kind of acknowledges that there is something there and they were just never going to go there with her on his team, and now she's leaving the country and it's too late. I don't think they look like they're making any effort at being two platonic coworkers sharing a friendly dance.

The two of them interest me so much in S7 (obviously lol). Like in S4-5 they're together basically all the time, and then in S6 she's with Morgan all the time, and in S7 they're switching it up again but she spends a lot of time with Rossi and Reid. In canon, on screen, they're less close than they have been before, even though they now have this additional thing in common, on top of all the things they already had in common that made them such a great pair before.

There are so many potential justifications for it, both on an in-universe and meta level, but it's just super interesting to me that they have this kind of distance between them, and then when they dance at the end, both knowing on some level it's a goodbye, it's Like That.

#mmmmm curious very curious #ask me #hotchniss

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Hello B!! I have come once again to bless your day and also ask some strange stuff again because I have no self control apparently 💚🐲 (I promise this time it's just me being curious)

Before I say anything I just have to thank you a billion times for the snake Gaunt boys snip bits from yesterday you absolutely killed it and I will forever love you for it 💚💚💚💚🐍🐍🐍🐍 oh and here.... have some gold and diamonds from my hoard 🪙🪙👑👑💎💎

Now the actual ask, since you've dropped the Rerek's opinions on everyone video I've been thinking, we've gotten to know a lot about our favourite boys Marvolo and Rowan but what about our favourite danger noodle?!! 🐍🐍

I'm not sure if you already gave some snip bits about him I tried to look but I couldn't really find any fun facts about our precious snake boy so I want to ask if you could tell us some interesting details about him....I don't know something like:

What's his favourite food?

What does he like to do in his spare time?

What exact breed of a snake is he? (I think he might be a rainbow python judging by the picture but I just want to be sure)

Was he given to Marvolo as a baby or did Marvolo find him and take him in himself?

And these might be a bit random but:

What's his favourite memory growing up with the Gaunts?

What would he do if Marvolo walked up to him without saying a word and booped him on the snoot?

And the last one what would human Rerek look like?

Sorry if I'm asking a lot I know your busy but I still wanted to ask since I absolutely adore all of your characters and I want to get to know them all as much as you can let me 💚💚💚💚🐍🐍🐍🐍

As always have a wonderful day!!! With lots of love your curious little Dragon friend 🐉💚🐍🐍

Consider me blessed 😊💚

Aw you're welcome! 💜

I've done some HCs on Rerek before, but I'll happily do it again and answer these, I love it when people take such an interest in my world and lore. 🥹💚

Rerek HCs

His favourite foods are nifflers and puffskiens, he just has a prefered taste for those, he also eats human body parts from the Den.

Rerek is a simple creature, in his spare time he mainly just likes to bask in his Vivarium, but he often also asks Marvolo if they can go out for walks in the woods

He's a golden child reticulated Python

Rerek was gifted to Marvolo by Aleister when Rerek was a snaklett and Marvolo was 9yo

His favourite memories were simply getting to know Marvolo, and developing a strong bond with him. Marvolo and Rerek adore each other, and have a very powerful bond.

Hehe, I'll do a script for that question 💚

Rerek: *minding his business*

Marvolo: *wanders over smirking, and simply boops his nose without saying a word*

Rerek: (?!) ...Urgh, I fucking hate it when you do that.

Marvolo: *chuckles*

Rerek: *chuckles back* But because its YOU..I'll allow it..

You know what, I've never really thought about how he'd look as a human! But I'd say he'd actually be rather inkeeping with the Gaunts aesthetic! With his voice being what it is, he wouldn't be young, y'all gotta remember Rerek IS AN OLD MAN NOW! 🤣 I picture an older gentlmen, tall, slender, high and prominent cheekbones. While writing this I decided to go and heavily edit one of my Marvolo pics to how I'd see Rerek as a human, and this is what I settled on.

You're not asking a lot! Don't worry, this was fun! 😊💚🐍

Thank you so much, hope you have a wonderful day too! 💜💜

#rerek the snake

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Charlotte: Are you going to do something? Napoléon V: I think so. Perhaps my advisors and ministers have already worked on these questions of independence with my father Charlotte: The Mayor seemed to say that your father had opened a file on the subject

Napoléon V: Knowing him, he must have worked to keep the islands in our territories, for military reasons Charlotte: Are you really considering this referendum?

Napoléon V: Why not? It's better now than when I'm unpopular Charlotte: It has nothing to do with you, and... You won't be unpopular Louis, ever. The French have seen you born and bred, you're a member of their family. You dedicate your life to them

Napoléon V: I know, but it's important for me to be accountable to the French, to all the French Charlotte: Independentists aren't the majority, they're just noisy and preoccupied with political infighting

Charlotte: By working with Monsieur le Maire, Polynesia can regain its calm, without making waves Napoléon V: How could this individual think that his Emperor is corrupt? Charlotte: I'm sure it's a misunderstanding Louis, he didn't mean to imply…

Napoléon V: What else then? Offering "a gift of 5 billion euros" to his superior, for the negotiation of a delicate political dossier, in order to prepare its conclusions without open debate… Sounds like a substantial and immoral bribe Charlotte: You're mixing things up, darling. It's simply a thank-you, and what he's proposing is common sense. We all want the same thing Napoléon V: I refuse in spite of everything, I'll act as I decide, free to make my own choices

Charlotte: Louis, this is stupid! You're creating problems where there aren't any! The mayor is a representative of the people too, you can't ignore that! Napoléon V: Would you have accepted the atoll? Charlotte: Of course! We might as well work together, rather than against each

Napoléon V: If you want an atoll rather than a house on the island, we can get it on our own, by saving money, without the influence of the Mayor Charlotte: Louis, do you hear yourself? We could save billions of euros and everyone would win, otherwise I wouldn't support it either

Charlotte: At least take the time to think about it. The mayor is an old man, it's not as if he's going to blackmail you for the rest of your reign, and he won't anyway, if we make sure he stays on as head of the Polynesian assembly…

Napoléon V: And if this gets out, how will we look? Charlotte: We've got the best agents in the country. You'll see, I'm sure the Prime Minister would be on my side too

Napoléon V: I'm above this little world of selfish scheming! I embody the Constitution! Charlotte: Louis… Napoléon V: Don't pout like that!

Napoléon V: I'll consult the files and my advisors, and I'll decide without the mayor, it's non-negotiable

Charlotte (chagrined): I never said you should accept right away. I simply think that the Mayor's offer is more honest than you'd like to see, and I hope you'll understand that when you think about it

Napoléon V: Don't cry, darling, I'm sorry I got carried away. It's nothing against you Charlotte: I'm not crying. I've just been emotional lately Napoléon V: I promise I'll think about it calmly

Charlotte: That's fine with me. Let's not fight over "so little"

Charlotte: I was so quick to think that we could have a dream place to come back to Napoléon V: I understand, love, such an offer is exhilarating. I don't blame you

Napoléon V: Whatever happens, we'll have this atoll, okay? I'll tell the mayor to register us as interested buyers Charlotte: Thank you Louis

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Bora-Bora, 14 Messidor An 230

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The imperial couple met the mayor and deputy of Bora-Bora, Gaston Temasong. Temasong offered to guarantee the Emperor his place as head of French Polynesia, in exchange for a private atoll not far from Bora-Bora. Napoléon V was offended by this attempt at bribery, but worried about this independence movement, led by a certain Oscar Sang.

(An atoll is a coral island with a large lagoon at its center. These islands are part of archipelagos and are highly prized by certain billionaires)

⚜ Traduction française

Charlotte: Vas-tu faire quelque chose? Napoléon V: Je pense, je dois y réfléchir. Peut-être mes conseillers et ministres ont ils déjà travaillé sur ces questions d'indépendance avec mon père Charlotte: Monsieur le Maire avait l'air de dire que ton père a ouvert un dossier sur le sujet oui

Napoléon V: Le connaissant, il devait travailler à garder les îles dans nos territoires, pour des raisons militaires Charlotte: Envisages-tu réellement ce référendum ?

Napoléon V: Pourquoi pas ? Il vaut mieux maintenant qu'une fois que je serai impopulaire Charlotte: Tu ne seras pas impopulaire Louis, jamais. Les Français t'ont vu naître et grandir, tu es quelqu'un de leur famille. Tu dédies ta vie pour eux. C'est cela la monarchie

Napoléon V: Je sais, mais c'est important pour moi de rendre compte aux Français, tous les Français Charlotte: Les indépendantistes ne sont pas la majorité, ils sont simplement bruyants et ne se préoccupent que de luttes politiques intestines

Charlotte : En travaillant avec Monsieur le Maire, la Polynésie pourra retrouver son calme, sans faire de vagues Napoléon V : Comment cet individu a-t-il pu penser de son Empereur qu'il est corrompu ? Charlotte : Je suis persuadée qu'il s'est mal fait comprendre Louis, il ne voulait pas insinuer...

Napoléon V : Quoi d'autre alors ? Offrir un cadeau de 5 milliards d'euros à son supérieur, pour la négociation d'un dossier politique délicat, afin d'en préparer les conclusions sans débats ouverts... Cela ressemble à un pot-de-vin conséquent et immoral Charlotte : Tu mélanges tout, chéri. Il s'agit simplement d'un remerciement, ce qu'il propose est de bon sens. Nous voulons tous la même chose Napoléon V : Je refuse malgré tout, j'agirai comme j'en déciderai, libre de mes choix

Charlotte : Louis c'est idiot ! Tu crées des problèmes où il n'y en a pas ! Monsieur le Maire est un représentant du peuple lui aussi, tu ne peux pas l'ignorer Napoléon V : Tu aurais accepté l'atoll toi ? Charlotte : Bien sûr ! Nous aurions de belles vacances ici. Dans tous les cas, la Polynésie reste en Francesim et le Maire aussi. Autant travailler ensemble, que l'un contre l'autre. Cela écarterait la question et nous éviterait des dépenses

Napoléon V : Si tu veux un atoll plutôt qu'une maison sur l'île, nous pourrons l'obtenir par nos moyens, en économisant, sans l'influence du Maire Charlotte : Louis, tu t'entends ? On pourrait justement économiser plusieurs milliards d'euros, tout le monde en sortirait gagnant, sinon je ne l'appuierais pas non plus

Charlotte : Prends au moins le temps d'y réfléchir. Le maire est une personne âgée, ce n'est pas comme s'il allait te faire chanter pendant tout ton règne, et il ne le fera pas de toute façon, si nous nous assurons qu'il reste à la tête de l'assemblée polynésienne

Napoléon V : Et si cela s'ébruite, de quoi aurons-nous l'air ? Charlotte : Il n'y a pas de raisons, nous avons les meilleurs agents du pays. Tu verras, je suis persuadée que le Premier Ministre serait lui aussi de mon côté

Napoléon V : Je suis au-dessus de ce petit monde de manigances égoïstes ! J'incarne la Constitution ! Charlotte : Louis... Napoléon V : Ne fais pas cette moue

Napoléon V : Je consulterai les dossiers et mes conseillers, et j'aviserai, c'est non-négociable

Charlotte (chagrinée) : Je n'ai jamais dit que tu devrais accepter tout de suite. Je trouve simplement que l'offre du Maire est plus honnête que tu ne veux le voir, j'espère que tu le comprendras en réfléchissant au dossier

Napoléon V : Ne pleure pas chérie, pardon, je me suis emporté. Ce n'est pas contre toi Charlotte : Je ne pleure pas. Je suis émotive ces derniers temps Napoléon V : Je te promets de réfléchir à tout cela calmement

Charlotte : Ca me va. Ne nous disputons pas "pour si peu"

Charlotte : Je me suis si vite figurée que nous pourrions avoir un endroit de rêve pour revenir ici Napoléon V : Je comprends mon amour, une telle offre est grisante. Je ne t'en veux pas

Napoléon V : Quoiqu'il arrive, nous aurons cet atoll, d'accord ? Je dirai au Maire de nous inscrire comme acheteurs intéressés Charlotte : Merci Louis, tu es le meilleur

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