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valartsstuff · 9 months

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An au where Muichiro gets sent back to the past by a blood demon art (somehow) and he meets his younger self

Original idea's from @sleepykye sent in my ask box!!

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panthermouthh · 8 months

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And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

#my art #southern gothic #been too depressed to create anything but I’ve made this today #the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks #spilled ink #I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol #I’ve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this #not much energy for art #so I’m not gonna pressure myself to keep it up #I’m just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this #I hope ur all well <33 #the devil #by the way this isn’t meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson #but it’s inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil #I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic #god knows how long it’ll stay in a notebook haha #my comic #comics

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crocchompers · 2 months

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Getting caught in the rain

#since Draft is more spider like I think he has that spider trait where he can't get wet #and og and Draft are more alike so I think Og would have that same little trait #all three of them are cold blooded (yknow snake lizard and spider)#so they cant stay out there too long #anyways that's enough of my rambling #Draft Wally #Og Wally #Beta Wally #Unhinged Au #The three darling brothers #welcome home #wally darling #wally au

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twyftwyt · 4 months

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Warnings: slight smut, anger

Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

Authors note: this is a little something I found in my drafts that I’m debating on continuing (as a one shot tho)

“I thought we talked this through. Stop acting up. Not in public. Not right now.”

And he had a point. He really did. We both hated making a scene in public and we rarely had spats. We knew better than to throw fits and fists at each other, but my vision was so blurry from all the hurt and anger that my brain went blank the moment we stepped out of the restaurant.

We had a small argument before we left the hotel, to grab dinner with everyone else, but we agreed on postponing the conversation for later. For when we’re alone, between the comfort of the four walls of our hotel room. But things didn’t go as planned and escalated pretty quickly when something in me snapped the moment he made a sarcastic comment towards me, at dinner. I bit back, of course, and he didn’t like it. We were both on edge the whole evening. I could see him fidgeting a lot, tapping his knee, looking over at me and I purposefully ignored him. Which steered the pot even more.

“You know better than to act like this. Please, I don’t have the patience to do this tonight.”

That was the last text message that I got from him. At one point I got up and went to the toilet only to come back and sit on the other end of the table. As far away from him as possible. A change he noticed in an instant. I was too far gone to start acting right so I just grabbed my phone from where it was laying on the table and started typing away as fast as I could. My annoyance visible to those around me now.

“So you get a free pass in the asshole department and I don’t?!”

The moment I hit sent and my message displayed as “Seen” my eyes shot up at him. And he was already glaring at me. His eyes were low and darkened. I knew I hit a nerve. And I knew that I knew better than to do that, but I was seeing red at this point. I saw him move in his seat till he got his wallet out and put a 50 dollar bill on the table.

“That should cover our dinner. We’re going back to the hotel, because whatever was in that salad is not doing my stomach any good right now.”

What a decent liar. He got up from the table and motioned at me with his index finger. A lump got stuck in my throat, cause I knew what was coming. I hated fighting with him. Especially in cases where the fight had gotten so stupid that we’ve both already lost sense of reality and the thing we were fighting over.

I excused myself from the table and followed in his footsteps quickly. The air outside was cold and dry and I felt his arm wrap around me. His hot breath tickled my hair when I felt his lips press against my temple.

“You wanna finish that conversation in person?”

He felt hot to the touch and his body was starting to shake. Not from the coldness, I knew I had pressed a sensitive button.

“I don’t wanna fight, Noah.”

My tone was more desperate than I intended it to be.

“Then why do you keep saying silly shit?”

“Because you push me, Noah. I don’t even think you realize how you push my buttons at times and it takes all the strength I have in me to not go back to my old ways and tell you to go fuck yourself. It’s stupid, the shit we’ve been fighting over, these last few days. Have you noticed that?! We’re not fighting over little scenarios and situations, it’s deeper than that. But I’m not ready to talk about it and apparently so aren’t you. And that’s okay. We’ll get to it at some point, but we.can’t.keep.doing.this.”

I blurted out the whole thing in one breath and got dizzy shortly after shutting my mouth. We had picked up the pace and he was gripping my arms so tight that I felt like I could fly off the ground if I lift my feet.

“I think we trigger unhealed parts of our brains, thus we go back to old ways and I hate it. Sometimes I don’t even know what to do with you.”

I didn’t know what to do with him either.

“I don’t want fight over silly little things, cause we’re just gonna get tired of each other at one point. But you’re right. We do trigger each other in a way that I can’t understand neither explain and I don’t know what to do with us.”

I knew we weren’t gonna solve this overnight. So we spent the rest of the walk to the hotel in silence. We got in the elevator and as he was fumbling for his key, I leaned on the wall behind me. His tall frame was hovering over me and I could see his shoulders were tense. We were both worked up from tonight. The moment our elevator announced our floor and the doors opened, he grabbed my hand and lead me to our room. He was always firm but gentle. He was quick in his reactions and he kept his composure at all times. I admired him a lot for that. But he was too calm sometimes. Too composed. Too silent. Too much in his head. I was an anxious over thinker and he was avoidant. And we were trying so hard to give each other the needed space and reassurance, but there were times like this, where our worlds crashed. When all we wanted was to just collide peacefully.

He threw his hoodie on the couch and got out of his shoes as soon as we closed and locked the door behind us. The room was dimly lit by only the nightstand lamps and the orange light illuminated off of his body.

“I’m getting in the shower. Do you need something?”

“From the shower?”

He rolled his eyes at me and I smiled at him.

“I wanna take your tank top off.”

And I didn’t mean it in a sexual way. I just wanted to feel him close, to feel the heat emanating from his body.

“Go on then.”

He lifted his arms in front of me.

“You have to sit on the bed, babe. I can’t reach that high.”

I rolled my eyes at him this time. He stepped backwards a few times until his legs hit the wooden board of the bed and he sank down on the soft cushions. I straddled him and untuck his tank top from his sweats, lifting it slowly from his torso. I felt his hands slide down my waist and my breath stuck in my throat. I removed his tank top and put it on the bed beside us, looking down at him, running my fingers through his hair.

“You’re giving me the eyes.”

His own breaths were coming out short.

“What eyes?”

“The “fuck me” eyes. You’re giving me the “fuck me” eyes.”

“I am not.” A lie.

“Don’t play.”

“Or what?”

I saw him clench his jaw and his hands slid down to my thighs, gripping them hard, pulling me down on him.

“You’ve given me plenty of reasons to not be gentle with you tonight. Don’t give me more, Y/N.”

At this point I was grinding my crotch against his, feeling his erection grow behind the three pieces of fabric separating us. So much for staying mad or talking things through.

“I can handle your worst, Noah.”

We were both still coming down from that fight earlier and I knew what to expect. But then again, I think always know with Noah. I’ve studied and learned his ways so well, that I can tell what he’s thinking about the minute I look at him. It’s crazy to think that we’re here now, looking back at what we started as. Just two shy people brought against our will to a friends party.

I felt his slick fingers unzipping my skirt and lifting it up higher around my waist. The button on my white shirt flew, because apparently he didn’t have the patience to unbutton them one by one and I awed in surprise.

“I need you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

His voice was huskier than ever, his eyes darkened. That was the Noah that took over when he couldn’t handle his emotions at the moment and left them for later. And I gave in, cause I was the same in that sense. So I obeyed and slipped down to my knees in front of him, looking at up with deer eyes. What next, my love? What else are we gonna bury with sex?

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #this was staying in my drafts for far too long #noah sebastian smut

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 1 month

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Hiii everyone, say, how do your Hawkes go go about sharing their estate? If they do it at all? Is everyone free to come and go or are they more private? Or do they only invite their LI to stay? I'm curious!! :)

#lay rambles #my ocs #oc: liam hawke #oc: lilian hawke #both my hawkes are very social w their friends but i love comparing their boundaries around it #theres variation in rules for specific ppl with both of them ofc but theres still general differences #with liam its all very open and everyone can p much come and go whenever #they dont get extra keys (theyll get lost and he doesnt want randos finding them lol) but they know where to find the spare key #and bodhan and sandal and orana know to let them in whenever #hes very lenient in this this regard but he does have rules abt what he does and doesnt want them to do #mostly its about not making too much of a mess lol bc liam prefers to clean himself #(he doesnt trust the crew with his household and also he has particular ways of doing things and Hates when theyre done differently)#so things like keep your dirty garb at the entrance dont cook by yourselves (this was banned after they did it one (1) time lol) etc #also no fucking allowed. do that somewhere else for the love of the maker he does NOT want to walk into that in his own house #(and it also comes back to liam not trusting them with cleaning but also Not wanting to clean that up lol)#also he is not fond of them going into his room uninvited. most of the house is chill but that is *his* space #he accommodates these rules by e.g. having spare slippers and a little washing basin in the entrance hall for dirty shoes/feet #always makes sure to have snacks in stock that he knows they like #food will have notes abt what to leave for leandra/orana/etc but otherwise food is prepared with his friends in mind #and in general he'll make sure to adjust the space/routine in little ways to accommodate them #(air out when fen isnt there cus he doesnt like drafts; keep curtains open cus anders prefers open spaces; etc)#lilian on the other hand doesnt like when her friends come into the estate without a heads up (cept for emergencies)#but once they have her 'ok' its basically mi casa es su casa #dont yknow. overdo it and get too rowdy but otherwise do whatever #however. she also expects everyone to clean up after themselves. she aint here to play maid and youre all adults #also liam has a general 'please try to not be too wild when leandra is here' and lilian doesnt #not cos she doesnt care but cos leandra is bothered by sth she can speak up herself #oh and lilian uses the basement space as temporary refuge for anyone who needs it (mostly escaped mages)#also side note: both offered gamlen to stay but he refused (out of pride/remorse)#...this got long and i ran out of tag space lmfao so this is it for now xD

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lvnarsapphic · 6 months

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Every time with you people. You will happily, gladly, even proudly reblog posts that salute "the freaks" and sing their praises and align yourselves with "the freaks," but then in the next breath you go back to your pearl-clutching and act on your gut reaction of disgust for "the freaks" you've selectively chosen as not being part of whatever arbitrary line you've set up around "the [acceptable] freaks"

Oh yeah I'm a freak, but not like those freaks, y'know? If we're talking freaks, make sure you're not including those freaks

Like what is the meaning of "atypical and non-normative kinks that people are allowed to enjoy" to you? Only the ones you personally enjoy? "Socially" acceptable kinks? God forbid if you say, "ones where people aren't harmed." You imagine yourself as a purveyor - a connoisseur even - of "gross kinks," and yet still hold strongly onto your yuck reaction as being truth.

Every OP of a kink-positive post has to clarify that, yes actually I am including the ones you personally find disgusting and should not be included, and yet people still feel like they're in the right for saying, "yeah, yeah totally, I agree... But not this 'kink' cause we all know and agree those are the gross freaks and don't get to hang with us cool freaks!" Like, no! Sorry! I do not agree with you on that!

You're all spineless and truly do not understand what it means to be kink-positive in any sense of the word. Every single time someone brings it up, you all cite the same three or five kinks as being the "truly degenerate" ones that should not be included in "the freaks" and it's exhausting that we have to clarify the same old adage of "don't yuck people's yums" and that defining who the "real freaks" are is just an exercise in moving the goal posts until we find ourselves in the "we have to protect the children!!!" camp. And I don't think I have to explain why that line of logic does nothing but harm IF we really have been on the same page from the beginning.

#lunar lectures #I'm just frustrated #i was gonna post this on another day but whatever #id rather this not stay in my drafts for too long #and just make me fester on this frustration #yes im deliberately being vague here

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comradekatara · 6 months

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Just thinking about sokka as a character makes me lightheaded and in need of a long nap (as opposed to the regularly scheduled lightheadedness and need for naps) so I understand. Do you think the time he spends with suki and the kyoshi warriors/on kyoshi island ever help him untangle that web and maybe see Duty differently?

this is a good question. i mean, suki has a lot in common with sokka, and he recognizes her as his peer, someone who has his back as much as he has hers, and she also seems to possess a far healthier approach to her role as a leader, protector, and warrior. i actually think that if anything were to break sokka and suki up, it would be due to suki growing exasperated with how closed off sokka is, but that really depends on how their relationship (and sokka individually) develops after the war ends. in "the serpent's pass" they do manage to navigate their relationship in a healthy way, but post "boiling rock" they largely repress their trauma and pain and fear, and use hedonism and sarcastic detachment to cope, at which point they don't seem to actually communicate their anxieties, but rather mutually acknowledge that the world may be ending, they were both at their lowest points during "the boiling rock," and now that they've reunited they may as well just take advantage of the time they have now and distract themselves from the inevitable. so both modes are possible, depending on whether they choose to communicate or simply use each other as vessels for pleasure.

like, to be clear, i do think their love is real and true and good, and also that their coping mechanisms are completely understandable, but when we see them together after the boiling rock, they are not only in the honeymoon phase of their first real relationship (at least in sokka's case, but i'm also assuming this is true of suki) but also that this "honeymooning" is exacerbated by a "fuck it we ball" attitude born of trauma and stress. so after the war ends, sokka and suki would have to have a real conversation about what they each want from their relationship now that they finally have the space to heal, and i obviously think that they'd stay together (although not in like a "committed monogamous marriage" way, lol) but that sokka would still be really cagey about actually divulging the details of what happened with yue and generally refuse to talk about anything he's repressed (i actually think suki would eventually learn about it through katara) and that would invite a strain of tension into their relationship that suki may or may not get fed up with (but i also think that if she did dump him, the next time they saw each other she'd immediately be like "im sorry for dumping you for being too depressed i shouldn't have done that" and sokka's like "it's chill i wouldn't be able to put up with me either" and then they get back together and have insane sex who said that).

but to answer your initial question, i do think being a kyoshi warrior is like, canonically/thematically speaking, far more valuable to sokka than being a southern water tribe warrior. becoming a kyoshi warrior is sokka's first step in overcoming the burden of conforming to a standard of masculinity that he cannot truly embody, and while he still subscribes to the patriarchal logic he absorbed thru hakoda, after meeting suki he no longer believes in gendered bioessentialism. what suki does teach sokka in "the warriors of kyoshi" is invaluable (she is literally his first ever teacher/training partner, everything he had learned up to that point he had to learn entirely by himself), but it's largely external: sokka learns how to fight, sokka learns that men and women are not ontologically differentiated, sokka learns to accept his feminine inclinations. and obviously, that is also hugely important to sokka, as someone who has defined his worth via his role as a warrior and as a man, but who feels inadequate in both roles. but it's primarily what suki teaches later that is truly valuable to his internal state: how to accept help, how to relax, how to rely on others, how to be in a partnership.

suki already does a lot throughout the show to incite growth in sokka, so it does feel logical to conclude that he would continue to grow by spending more time with her. however, i do think that as much as suki can help him unravel the tangled web of his psyche, there is a knot at the center that may never be broken, simply because sokka has spent the majority of his life operating on a level of cognitive dissonance that, if he truly recognized and acknowledged, would probably unravel him entirely. he cannot look himself in the eye, and i think it would only get worse after the war (to live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing). so the simple act of appreciating and loving suki does undeniably help him to unspool that thread, but he'll never untangle it entirely, because how can he.

#and yes re: needing a long nap. you get it #amphibiayan #asks #sokka #suki #sokkaxsuki #analysis #realizing that there are other posts i wish i could link to here but they're still in my drafts and i haven't posted them yet . lmfao oops #not to invoke tww but when andrea said 'youre too sad for me toby' that stayed with me forever #so yeah. that

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turbo-tsundere · 11 months

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If I disappear for a century, that's the reason x'D

Frankly, I so shouldn't be doing this - I have a ton of WIPs as is, and not enough time, but... I really, really miss making comics. I'd also like to take actual steps towards completing more ambitious Gonta-centric projects; and this is an old idea I was regularly mulling over.

So since it's now fully storyboarded anyway, I'll keep going, even if it's gonna take a while. I may post standalone fanarts sporadically, but inking/toning all these pages is my main focus for now!

Btw. no, this isn't going to be shippy lmao. The story is rather serious tho, I'll do my best to do it justice.

#gonta gokuhara #gokuhara gonta #ouma kokichi #kokichi ouma #danganronpa #ndrv3 #v3 #my art #draft #sketch #comic storyboard #I'm particularly determined about this one #can't afford to get my own webcomic out of hiatus hell still - this behemoth is plain unrealistic to tackle in my situation and stay sane #but a short fancomic... is still very tough but feasible #and even if I fail to finish or take too long I guess I could always just post the storyboard?

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ahundredtimesover · 11 months

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Hi 👋🏽 I’ll be going on an indefinite break that may (or may not) be for good.

Writing fanfiction was an escape for me these past 2 years. It was a way to express my love for the tannies in how I wrote them as comfort characters, and it was a way for me to make sense of my own experiences and emotions. These fics have always been very personal, with a bit of me in every OC, my pains reflected in their stories, and words I wish someone told me growing up expressed in the dialogues. And I’ll always be so thankful that many of you related with them, found meaning in them, and found comfort in them. That will always be my favorite part 💜💜 stories are so powerful! They’ve allowed me to connect with so many people and make memories in this (mostly) lovely part of the site.

But the process of writing has also been draining, not as cathartic as it used to be, and not as fulfilling. So much as I find myself going back and forth with the numerous stories in my drafts, I can’t bring myself to continue with them. Not anytime soon, at least. Maybe one day the itch to write will be so intense, or JJK1/KTH1 drops and I’ll lose my shit (Untitled and Belong were born out of Indigo and D-day after all), or after rereading my stories, I’ll miss writing so much. The thing is, I’ve never loved BTS as much as I do right now; perhaps I’m content with screaming about that love to myself in the meantime.

I’ll be lurking around here, maybe pop in every once in a while (so plagiarists, keep off my work, pls). My stories will remain here as your comfort 😌 and I’ll do my best to put out the PLM drabbles I promised! Other than that, all the stories are complete for you to enjoy (sorry to those waiting on TLA 😔 I hate that I’m unable to continue). I also have Twitter (jmimi_mi). I’m also just a lurker but say hi if you want! 😊 we can talk bts and fics and whatnot over there (I’ll try, I promise).

Please give love to the authors who are still lovingly putting out work for the community! 🥰

#tl;dr I’ll be on an indefinite break bc the writing just isn’t working for now!#and I love BTS #and thank you so much for appreciating the stories!#PLM drabble will still come some day!#++ I know I’ve had multiple breaks but srsly now my brain is too fried to write like #I have so many ideas that stay in my head and it’s so frustrating that I feel like unless I say I’m taking a break from writing #for a longer period this time then I’ll just keep pressuring myself to write something and it’s winter break and I don’t want pressure #especislly if it’s coming from me! lol also all the stories in my drafts are meant to be LONG and I might not have the energy to finish it #and you guys know I don’t put out anything unfinished so yeah 😔#it also sucks that I haven’t read in SO LONG so yes tumblr u are losing me I’m sry 😢#i also just wanted to say all this if this is for good so yes THANK U and UR ALL WONDERFUL #mimi things #mimi rambles

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lunejump · 3 months

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baah.

headcanons for my lamb incoming

Their name is "(The) Lamb". They have forgotten if it was ever something else, but it doesn't really matter, given they're the last one.

They're a big fan of Riches. Just shiny fancy stuff. Really likes gold. Collects fleeces of all kinds.

Their favorite fleece remains the red one, of course. It's what The One Who Waits gave them, after all, once they were brought back. The Lamb has modified it slightly to be fancier though.

Very fluffy. Does occasionally use their wool to make garments for their favorite followers. An honor for these guys.

Scars in shape of tears because of magic. Scar on their neck from the you know, head chopping. No other scars at all. They do have freckles though.

Hooves because I can't draw hands. I suppose they use magic in guise of opposable thumbs (or fingers in general)

Not a good person, really. They're manipulative and full of hatred for anyone who opposes them. They weren't always bad, but they were always angry (rightfully so, when their entire species has been wiped out).

Very good at looking innocent and kind however. Very few creatures are able to see through their mask.

The Bishops knew there was something different about the Lamb, but underestimated them anyway. The One Who Waits knew the Lamb was strong, but he also thought they were entirely devoted to him, and didn't expect their rebellion.

The Lamb is rather just in their role as the new God of Death, but refuses to allow Narinder and the Bishops the escape of dying - Narinder is therefore spared and the Bishops given golden skull necklaces.

Both the Bishops and Narinder are also slightly ("slightly") brainwashed into believing into the Lamb. Shamura falls for it first, then Leshy (easy to win over by offering ways to provoke chaos), Kallamar, then Heket and finally Narinder (who has a very weird love/hate relationship with the Lamb). They're all disciples of the Lamb, very respected by the cult, but they always have the pressure of guilt ingrained in them by the Lamb.

The Lamb does like Narinder (because it's fun to torment him after what he's done to him and they enjoy his reactions and the way they're very slowly breaking him down) and doesn't care much about the Bishops, though they enjoy Shamura's company and Leshy's shenanigans.

Entirely ignoring canon for that last one: the Lamb, upon being given the opportunity to make their followers sin, immediately decide to y'know, repopulate the lamb kind. They take pride in remaining the last true lamb (given all their children will be mixed breeds with other creatures, generally llamas or cats) but take the re-population effort very seriously. (as in, having sex with the Lamb overtimes goes from "sinning" to being the highest honor - being chosen for such a holy purpose).

Bahh.

#cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #lamb oc #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl oc #cult of the lamb oc #character design #I have no idea how to tag cotl fanart #this has stayed in my drafts for too long and I now don't necesarily like it anymore but yknow. whatevs. <- is devastated /lh #lunart

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priscilla9993 · 26 days

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Chess Allusions: Pawn Parallels

Rogers: “So you can use [her info] as leverage against [Belfrey]?”

Weaver: “Well that’s how this game works, Detective.”

Talking in the park, Weaver and Rogers both want the information that Tilly knows, the kind that causes Victoria to feel threatened, enough to blackmail Weaver with Tilly’s imprisonment and some CCTV footage of his misdeeds. Although both detectives covet finding and questioning Tilly for what she knows, their motives differ.

Weaver has a “means to an end” approach, valuing Tilly only when she can be useful in his schemes. His selfish nature sides with his freedom and power over her wellbeing, and he’s okay with that. Tilly might be his informant with the ‘best eyes and ears in Hyperion Heights’, but at the end of the day, she’s replaceable, someone worth losing if it means he gains a stepping stone in the long game against taking down Victoria Belfrey.

Rogers: “Is that all this girl is to you and Belfrey? A pawn? Then why don’t we split up, since one of us actually wants to help her?”

But to Rogers, who doesn’t even know Tilly at this point, he sees Victoria and Weaver’s game as something where people win at the expense of somebody else and goes into full papa bear mode. Rogers wants to help Weaver as a partner and wage justice against Victoria, but not at the cost of using Tilly. He sees Tilly as a vulnerable person caught in the crossfire of a game they didn’t even know they were playing, rather than a soldier in a chess match, and wants to talk to her on equal terms.

His opinion of Tilly being a bit off kilter but innocent at heart only strengthens when Weaver, in the hospital, unexpectedly pardons her of assumed criminal charges, telling Rogers an obvious lie about a masked robber being the one who shot the gun. Upon meeting Tilly outside of the hospital room, Rogers sees a confused, distraught, and guilt ridden young woman playing a game of chess alone. He tells her the facts with a kind opinion, “Look, you weren’t in your right frame of mind. He doesn’t blame you.” They build up an acquaintance and the budding start of a camaraderie over chess.

However, this all changes when the monster that is Gothel/the fire nation arrives Eloise Gardener gets into the playing field. Victoria and Drizella play cat and mouse, Weaver uses Tilly in a game of lies, and Rogers tries to make sense of things, inadvertently rescuing Gothel, the big bad spider.

Rogers to Weaver: You lied! And you made Tilly lie. Why did you do that?!

Weaver: Because you don't know what's going on around here... But I did it for one reason: to protect you from your bloody self.

(gratuitous physical violence scene bc I love the dynamic)

What Rumple could mean by ‘bloody self’ could be that Rogers lets his temper cloud his judgment first before he goes seeking revenge on/fighting for justice for those who deserve it most. I think that's where Rumple sees the most Killian come out from the supposed "Eagle Scout" detective, stubborn and determined to stick to his guns until he gets to his desired conclusion, which in this case is finding Eloise Gardener (Gothel).

Rogers defends Tilly, despite only meeting her a few times, going so far as to bodyslam Weaver as he confronts him. However, he loses his respect for her after finding Eloise, where no explanation could outweigh the cost.

Rogers: What do you want?

Tilly: To say I’m sorry about the page. Weaver said it was for the best and I can’t always figure that out for myself.

Rogers: Take a look at what he was covering up. Now tell me, was that for the best? You know what? I understand. I’m just disappointed. You weren’t the person I thought you were.

Rogers is a man of many things, holding grudges being one of them and being rational in the other. The blonde informant had gone so far as to even lie to him about Eloise, dead of all things. As much as he wanted to forgive Tilly, he didn’t know if he could.

At the end of the day, in Rogers’s mind, Eloise needed help, rescue, and emergency aid, something that only happened because of his deep obsession with finding a missing girl from a cold case. And Tilly deterred him from saving a life, unintentional or not.

Roni: “Henry told me about how Weaver used that girl, Tilly.”

Rogers: “Well, it seems to me like she wanted to be a pawn.”

Rogers feels his trust was betrayed and remains disappointed in Tilly. He saw Weaver being a shady bastard from a mile away, but he didn’t expect her to be complicit in Weaver’s dirty schemes. He wanted to believe Tilly was the kind of person who questioned whatever she was told and made her own path on decisions like he did, not so easily roped into following plans, especially ones of slimy bastards like Weaver. If Rogers saw Tilly as an innocent victim of society before, moved around like a pawn, he feels wronged in his judgment and probably thinks she was content to be a sheep to Weaver’s mysterious whims.

Who was he to believe she could be more than a pawn when she chose to be one?

Luckily, Roni was there to whack the obviously menacing poisoned cake from his hands and knock some sense into him.

Regina as Roni: “You know, people only let themselves be used when they don’t have any other option. How about you give her one?”

Tilly, even if a marmalade sandwich was needed as incentive, had been willingly helpful to his case. The only moment she hadn’t been was when she was under Weaver’s thumb, someone she had known and trusted like a father figure, unlike him who was a stranger in her eyes. People came and went from the older detective’s team, knowledge of informants and detective partners leaving frequently unless they had a special skill set or blackmail hanging over them. If anything, she wasn’t fully to blame.

What Tilly and Rogers can't see until it's too late, being cursed and all, is that they are good natured people afraid of getting hurt, wanting to help others, but unfortunately victims of manipulation, of those with ulterior agendas that use them as playing pieces, making them no better than pawns.

Roni was right. People like Tilly wouldn’t let themselves be used like pawns if they didn’t have any other option. She had been brave enough to show up to the crime scene to apologize to him in person after what she did, not caring about being forgiven, and he hadn’t even given what she had said a second thought. Knowing Weaver, Rogers would have concluded that the old bastard probably didn’t even give her the entire picture and used her good intentions in an ill manner befitting the man’s deceitful ways, leading her to think it was for the best.

This leads to Rogers making a step in the right direction. It doesn’t take more than Roni’s small nudge of advice to get him to internally forgive Tilly and go in search of her, eventually offering a chess set to help pass the time with a weekly game and a friend who’d listen if she’d accept. From then on, Rogers and Tilly both grow and begin to trust again, trying to protect the other from getting harmed as the consequence of another’s scheme.

#chess allusions #ouat meta #knightrook #detective rogers #detective weaver #ouat tilly #ouat s7 #ouat 7x04 #ouat 7x07 #ouat 7x08 #this stayed unedited in my drafts for too long #I'm starting to think belief and intent are powerful things

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noahtally-famous · 26 days

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not me popping back on here with a post after months of semi-inactivity (uni is being a bitch) just to reiterate how much i love writing the pahkitew island cast.

aside from sammy and amy (obviously), literally everyone else can be shipped with one another and it'd make sense to some degree, like it takes skill to create a group of people so inherently shippable (platonically and/or romantically) and ofc the writers didn't know it they just shoved a bunch of random ppl together and dusted their hands off on it but fr tho 😭

(yeah im planning out my leonave 'stranger things inspired' au, and the gears are turning, and i forgot just how much i love writing for this dumbass group)

(i swear im working on the next chapter of a guide to surviving the apocalypse too)

#no but i've way too many ideas lmaoo #i forgot ive a whole longass post in my drafts dedicated to ramblings abt this longfic and i came across it today ahaha #like amy leading a manhunt for leonard bc shes got everyone to think he killed her sister (who she didn't even like much smh)#and topher's one of the ppl involved and when shawn hears he's like “topher? yeah i can handle him dw” (possible tophawn minor pairing??)#and leonard's abt to get the equivalent of being burnt at the stake literally #when guess who shows up in a fucking mercedes of all cars #fucking dave #and he helps leonard escape narrowly by driving fast af and leonard's so confused bc like “i thought you'd be with those guys”#and get this: dave doesnt believe leonard killed sammy bc of his vehement belief that leonard doesn't know magic LMAOOO #and leonard doesnt know whether to be affronted or grudgingly thankful bc if it wasn't for dave's desire for everything to be normal #leonard would have been part of the witch trials 2.0 #and idk who's watched st but the plot is somewhat inspired by it #like shawn goes missing first and dave as his best friend is panicking abt it (in this one axel is shawns cousin???)#and then when they find him at last the weird deaths start leading to leonard finding sammy dead and this whole situation #and theres a whole different world underneath them and its up to leonard dave ella and sky to team up and prevent certain destruction #and theres slowburn leonave (with pining leonard and oblivious dave)#and leonard lives with his uncle whos understanding of his passions (unlike his dad who basically gave him away for the same reason)#and leonard's life is total opppsite from dave's #and they both know it #and omgggg this au has been a brainrot for so goddamn long #but idk why i just got a slew of ideas for it today #and like dave stays over at leonards at one point and leonard gives him his bed (like a gentleman)#and the next morning shawn barges in like “wheres my best friend” bc ever since he was taken he's been v paranoid abt losing the ppl he lov #and he hugs dave and daves like “how dirty are you rn” and shawns like “nothing yet i waited so that i can hug you when i see your dumb ass #and everyones like abt dave to leonard “idk if he's the right one for you”#but then later on dave saves his life by going a little bit unhinged classic dave-style #and ends up scaring a nurse and receptionist into retiring early #total drama #td leonard #td dave

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fakeosirian · 10 months

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ugh i've been thinking my way through what feels like a wall re: fabian's family situation for weeks now (figure it'd be pertinent to figure out for fic reasons) and good news: had a revelation about something that makes sense to me/gave me a good jumping off point for a further complete headcanon! bad(?) news: it's sad LOL

this is what we know he has:

an uncle -- with which he shares a surname! meaning either its his paternal uncle, or fabian has his mother's surname

a godfather -- who works with his uncle! could mean a lot of things, but nonetheless a very close connection and one who is held in high/close regard in his family overall (family friend? maybe shared field of study? i like to think of fabian's parents, however they appear, as academics lol)

so my scenario of choice past this point is as of canon, fabian's dad has been dead for a few years (because we have enough characters with present fathers and distant mothers let's add some flavor!!!), and thus he boards on scholarship to "relieve pressure on his mom" as she works as a research professor (field of interest undecided atm, but definitely humanities) and travels frequently/spends long hours working in general. (very Informative background for someone rather...High Strung about Things! and would make him not being able to make it to america between s2 and s3 make a LOT of sense in terms of cost and logistics of even asking in the first place.)

would also explain why he doesn't talk about his parents Ever, is notably quietly sympathetic re: people's parental issues (especially those dealing with loss), and can get...weird...about his performance both at school and at tasks that require "smarts" in general (ie. he quite literally cannot afford to fail)

#house of anubis #hoa #hoa hc #my writing #<- i guess lol #if you REALLY want to make it hurt (and i do): he HAD to stay with them at first bc his mom was grieving too hard to take care of him #they seem nice but i really cant imagine either jasper or ade being that attentive of guardians just from their vibes so.#i can see them encouraging boarding esp if the school is so close by lol.#idk i just think fabian's gotta be a momma's boy but in a fucked up way. like he clearly is by behavior but he Never mentions her.#ask to tag?#its vague but heavy subject so just lmk #this one has been sitting in the drafts too long it needs to be released.

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meownotgood · 1 year

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I'm still working on my fic by the way... it's just that I've been working a lot..... haven't had much time to write............ whhah

#and my only days off that I've had last week and this week #I was sick.......#the world needs to understand I have aki fanfic to conceive #pls take pity on me #work is probably gonna stay extremely busy for me for at least the next two weeks #I'll try to keep writing when I can #I'm almost done with the draft for the first chapter #this fic........ is way too damn long.......

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aria0fgold · 18 days

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Wanna draw Alec's sister, Ely and her future partner (future partner, cuz they haven't entered my brain enough for me to think up some more scenarios for em) Cressida for the week cuz lesbians!

#aria rants #in occasion but alas! i... have one too many wips so i might not be able to draw em for now but i wanna keep em in mind still #just been thinkin bout alec's family overall (their turn now. alecs been hogging the spotlight too much. which-- fair i love him...)#alec has 4 younger sisters btw and i love em all. theyre very sweet. ely is the 2nd oldest. same age as ray so 2 years younger than alec #shes the most like their mom personality wise (since alec is most like their mom appearance wise) and ooo! i just thought #bout smth. while my brains focus is on her. i should change up some stuff bout her. theres a lot of stuff to rework with alecs #family cuz my focus has been mainly on alec and ray so alas... they need a lot of work. hopefully alec and ray stays in the back #long enough for me to get drafts done for em cuz they sure didnt give enough time for when i wanted to rework nightmare's group

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musical-chick-13 · 6 months

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I see all of these posts about "I write so that I can reread my stuff because it's catered to me!" And I respect the absolute hell out of that, but the only reason I write anything is because I have Ideas(tm) in my brain and if I don't get them OUT of my brain, I will lose my mind. Once they are, in fact, out of my brain, I almost NEVER look at them again.

#you've seen what happens when an idea stays in my brain too long you get the entire past few months where I never shut up about the same fic #I wonder if this 'not rereading my own stuff' thing is related to the Omnipresent Self-Hatred. probably.#to be fair I never really re-listen to stuff I sing either. because I know I'll pick it apart until I'm sad about it.#maybe there's some of that too #ANYWAY. god fucking willing the Mediocre First Draft will FINALLY be done by Thursday. no promises. but we'll try.

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