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poetglasses · 6 months

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In Defense of Jacks in ACFTL

I do have spoilers, so this is your warning not to venture further if you haven't finished reading.

First off, I love how the story was told and how it ended. Could we have gotten more of the other characters? Yes. Did we really need to? Maybe, but I certainly didn't mind the absence. I didn't think we needed to address every character that we've met. We saw Castor and Lala, and I was happy about it, but I was strictly here for Evajacks story, and that's what I got.

I think Eva and Jacks had character development in this novel.

Eva isn't as trusting and hopeful as she was in the previous two books, and I was happy about it! Girl was getting murder attempted on her, and her husband is a narcissistic, manipulative psychopath. The only people she could trust were 1) being kept away from her or 2) avoiding her because they thought they were doing the best thing for her if they did so *cough* jacks

Jacks watched the girl he loved die! He blamed himself for what happened to Eva, and then continued staying away because he felt guilty and thought he was keeping her safe in doing so. He didn't know Apollo took Eva's memories away. He was too busy making sure Castor didn't go within 10 feet of Eva because Castor did attack Jacks after he went back in time to save her! He was still around Eva, he was just hiding in the shadows or out in the balcony peering through the windows. He genuinely thought Apollo was the better choice for Eva because at least Apollo hadn't done anything to her (as far as he knew).

Jacks apologized to her under the phoenix tree, saying that when he went back in time, he thought the stones would have taken something from him, not Eva, or are we all ignoring that because of that beautiful love confession Eva gave? He wanted our girl to live! When Eva met Castor in the Cursed Forest, Jacks literally put a knife through his best friend's chest in fear of having a repeat of the first timeline! Castor wasn't even doing anything, he was just trying to have a conversation with her.

Jacks was the tortured lover we all knew him to be. He wasn't Jacks, Prince of Hearts, with a trail of deadly kisses in search of true love in this novel. He was Jacks of the Hollow, a man who loved his girl so much he wanted her to live instead of dying at his kiss. We all know how badly Eva wanted to kiss him, and we all know Jacks can hear her thoughts. Can we blame him for staying away? He literally said that if she died again, he could not bring her back. The idea of that was terrifying to him. He already used the stones, and going to Honora would have the possibility of turning her into a vampire, maybe worse.

Jacks felt different in this novel because he finally admitted how much he loves Eva. We've seen him do so many things for her throughout the series. Was he holding back in the other two books? I'd argue not really, but he certainly wasn't going to let her be with him. He didn't want to admit he was in love with her. Dude literally held her like a grudge in the first novel, a secret in the second novel, and then a promise in the third. The hints were there for us. He would literally do anything for her. He just didn't want to admit to himself he loved her because if he allowed himself to there was the possibility that she could die.

Does Eva die in this book? No, thank god. But don't act like you read their kiss scene and didn't fucking break a little when Jacks went "No! Not again".

#acftl #tbona #ouabh #evajacks #jacks x evangeline #stephanie garber #a curse for true love #evangeline fox #jacks prince of hearts #idk what sparked this post but here it is #do with it what you will #all i know is people were saying jacks was acting different #or maybe it was the whole novel but i'll make a post on that later too #I feel like the end just became more of a rant than anything #oh well lol

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zootopiathingz · 1 month

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That one scene in Titanic where she jumps off the lifeboat and back onto the sinking ship bc she can’t bare to leave behind the man she loves; that but make it Charlastor✨ I just know damn well Charlie would refuse to leave Alastor behind in any scenario but I know this one in particular would work best in a human AU. Plus imagine them having that same reunion moment where they’re both in tears and trembling as they embrace each other?? Al kissing her while repeatedly screaming “you’re so stupid!! Why did you do that?!” AND THEN SHE DELIEVERS THE ICONIC “you jump, I jump” UGHGHGHG

#ughhh I’m so not normal about these two #praying that my charlastor mutuals see this #do with it what you will #bonus vox is the Cal in tis scenario and goes on a fucking rampage trying to kill them #charlastor #radiobelle #charlie x alastor #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #alastor the radio demon #headcanons #au headcanons #random thoughts #lady luxo rambles

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allmightluver · 8 months

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I made a thing

#I release this masterpiece to you #do with it what you will #toshinori yagi has depression #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #all might #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mental health #mentally ill #mental illness #depression

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stocious · 3 months

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part two

#cleaing out the drafts #here's something i worked on for kinktober #do with it what you will

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bawawawawaguitarsolofuckyeah · 29 days

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"You really are quite insane, my dear...weeping for a sinner like me."

"Alastor...I-"

"It's- disgusting. stop. Just...stop... please"

#a dialogue that popped in my mind #picture a very very injured Alastor #and a distraught charlie #do with it what you will #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #prompt #hazbin alastor

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sesshy380 · 2 months

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New WereKat AU character refs!

First up, we have Fae Yugi, a Seelie Prince!

Yugi doesn't really enjoy all of the pressure of his status. He doesn't feel he's anyone special just because of a title. He'd much rather just enjoy the little things in life, and not have to worry about all the trivialities of the Fae Courts.

Thankfully there's one Fae that is of a similar mindset, and helps him to sneak out into the lower levels of the city on occasion.

Meet Unseelie Atem, a noble and member of the Unseelie High Court!

Atem is devilishly free-spirited. Court? Boring. Tedious. Snore. The Geal’drache, most popular casino/hotspot in the city of Dominus? Fun! Exciting! Been kicked out by the Elven CEO, Kaiba, more times than he can count but it doesn't stop him from coming back!(Seriously though, despite their rivalry, he knows Kaiba enjoys having him around for the entertainment)

That's about all I have for these two. Not much, I know, but they are more plot movement characters than anything.

I just felt like drawing them and showing them off. I had to laugh when I first did Yugi's outfit, because it has strong Han Solo vibes lol.

#ygo #my art #werekat au #my au #yugi #atem #are they a ship?#i kinda want it to be an au people can look and make their own ships #with the exception of the main 4 #for obvious reasons #though i wouldn't say it's entirely impossible #i this au polyamory is more common than monogomy #do with it what you will

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 5 months

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Bad edits: yule edition

#do with it what you will #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk #my edit #arnas fedaravičius

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braveheartstoryteller · 5 months

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Healing is not easy. Stories make it easier.

#yes i am just going to leave this here #do with it what you will #nyssa's ramblings

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gummmy · 1 year

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I like Draxum but he never truly struck me as a full faun yokai. He always had a lion look to his face and hands. So I like to think he’s part chimaera and has two other siblings that make up the missing heads.

#my art #rottmnt #rottmnt draxum #character design #quick design #do with it what you will #I just think it’s a funny dynamic #I think his sister would be a wrestler #draxum thinks he’s the family disappointment #villain family

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godfrey-the-chaos-duck · 6 months

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Webby Week Day 4: Investigation/Adventure! (This leads on from yesterday's piece)

"Now, this is my kind of fiesta!" Scrooge said, expertly dodging the swoop of a cutlass.

One thing you learn pretty quick with the Duck family is that nothing goes to plan.

Not even a well-planned vacation to Madrid.

On this particular occasion, it was undead conquistadores.

Dewey was disappointed to say the least: he'd predicted "something in the ocean tries to kill us all".

"One normal vacation!" Louie moaned, trying to sip his Pep as he ran, "Is that too much to ask?!"

"Come on, Louie, this is fun!" Webby smiled, as she landed a blow to a zombie's shoulder, and another to its skull. It gave a shriek, and staggered away.

"Webby's right," Della said, "We're the Ducks! We live for this!"

"I think I've found something in the JWG that might help," Huey called, frantically flicking through pages, "It's a spell, so we need-"

"Lena!" Webby cried.

Lena ran forward to where Huey was, and Huey passed the book to her.

"Hurry up, they're gaining on us!" Louie said.

"I'm trying!" Lena snapped, "Kinda hard to read when I'm running for my life!"

"Lena!" The boys called in unison.

"Okay, okay, okay, I think I've got it!" Lena said quickly, before a blue aura surrounded her and she stumbled over complex Latin.

Once the incantation was complete, she threw her arms up and a shockwave rippled from her.

The zombies froze, before collapsing in crumpled heaps of skin and bones.

Lena ran up to Webby.

"Oh my gosh, that was awesome!" Webby squealed, "You're amazing!"

"Aw, shucks," Lena turned away, smiling modestly, "You're amazing."

The two girls held each other for a few moments.

"Best. Vacation. Ever," Webby whispered.

#the chaos duck has spoken #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #webby vanderquack #webby week 2023 #chaos duck writes #a touch of weblena here perhaps #or not #do with it what you will

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silkling · 3 days

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≫ ─────────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ─────────── ≪

Rest easy, brightspark

Your work is done

Come now, brightspark

Your peace is won

You've given much

For that,

I grieve

But it time now,

My dear

To leave

You need not be strong enough

To carry the world

Not anymore

Your burden passes on

As those you've left behind

Greet a new dawn

I am sorry, brightspark

For what my blessing brought you

I am sorry, brightspark

That you cannot see your promise through

But it is time, my brightspark

To move on

Rest easy, dear brightspark

Your work is done

Come now, little brightspark

The war is won

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#a god's lament #silkling writes #a poem this time!#specifically a poem spoken by primus #idk man #i just t=thought this would be fun #a silly little thing #do with it what you will #primus #is he talking to optimus or rodimus! that's up to you #optimus prime #rodimus prime #transformers #macadam

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figure-skating-avocado · 9 months

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Super niche, but I just saw someone comment on something saying that they can't comprehend the fact that figure skating qualifies as a sport and as a figure it kind of just ticked me off? Of course the skaters seen on TV are really good at it and they make it look easy but the amount of work that goes into training that isn't seen in competition isn't as pretty as what's shown on the screen. There's a lot of off ice training for cardio and strength in the form of fitness classes and there's also the on ice cardio training which is running program parts in addition to the full run through. AND THEN, so it looks good, there's ballet, and on ice movement, and theatre on ice etc. etc. etc. which makes you THINK it's more of an artform but I've gotten so many bruises from falling that I don't think I can call it art, more like pain. Honestly figure skating is a dangerous sport, there's so many risks that can lead to injuries, I've a couple of friends who have gotten concussed from bad falls and I call myself very fortunate for not having gotten any bad injuries that cause me to take time off (knock on wood) but all of the gross stuff that happens out of the shiny costumes is what gives figure skating the right to call itself a sport.

#Obviously I mean no offence to the person who commented saying that #It's just that this has been sitting on my chest for a while and I needed to get it off #And I don't expect people to know what goes on at the rinks during training when we're not competing #Because it's not like it gets shown in competitions on livestreams and whatnot #But I really believe that figure skating deserves to be a sport #My friends and I actually had a discussion about how we believe it's one of the hardest #because most other sports are scored based off of time or getting an object into a certain target #whereas in figure skating (and gymnastics and probably synchro swimming(?))#it's scored based off of how easy you make it look #the difficulty of the skills which you are doing #how well you execute what you are doing etc.#I don't think you can get points taken off in hockey or in soccer for falling #Do with it what you will #but I'm going to stand by my opinion #also #there is no romance with zamboni guys #most of them are old enough to be our parents or even grandparents #heck one of the arena guys at my rink retired #but then he came out of retirement to return to being an arena guy because he was bored at home or something #figure skating #And #figure skating and ice dancing are the same thing

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bellhopping · 7 months

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Trick or treat!

"Oh, hello there! Give me a second, I don't exactly have anything on hand at the moment..."

The creature slinks away. In the distance you can hear them hurriedly rummaging, and after what feels like an eternity they come back

"Here, it's the best I can do"

#you now have one (1) wario pill #do with it what you will #also I'll do this with other characters if anyone else trick or treats :>#my art #q&a #dreamside stuff

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and-stir-the-stars · 10 months

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saffron pawn evan, a dark silhouette in the doorway of mike's bedroom: *staring like a cat*

mike, praying he wasn't starting back up with the Knife Threat Thing: ...yea, ev?

evan: 😐 sorry your life sucks

mike:

mike: ???? sorry yours sucks too??

“Come on… Just… sleep…!”

Exhausted words tumbled from Michael’s lips, groaning at himself as his dark blue gaze stared listlessly through the cracks in the crumpled white paint on the ceiling.

It wasn’t that hard. All you had to do was just close your eyes and not think about anything, right?

Mike tossed and turned on the bed. The scratchy, cheap covers tangled against his limbs as he tried to decide whether he should keep pretending to be trying to fall asleep or if he should just get up and try doing something productive for once.

The realization came to him gradually, like a deep sea mine drifting closer and closer to shore with every wave on the tide.

The kid– no, the adult, young adult, that’s what he was, now– flipped from one side of the bed to another. He kicked the covers off, the oppressive heat dampening his skin with a suffocating layer of sweat, before quickly throwing them back on twenty seconds later.

His skin crawled and he swallowed down a lump in his throat, wincing at the painful reminder that he should have drank a glass of water before heading to bed.

Michael squeezed his eyes shut with more force than was necessary.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. He had to be up early for work tomorrow, so why the hell couldn’t he fall asleep? The world’s easiest task, and yet here he was, failing miserably.

Typical.

A pit formed in Mike’s stomach. Hard and angry, aching and heavy, like someone had replaced his insides with bricks.

Michael’s entire body tensed as he recognized the feeling.

Ignoring the sudden, panicked light-headedness and the saliva thickening in his throat as though he might vomit at any moment, Mike’s eyes snapped open and his sharp blue gaze flitted around the room on instinct, searching for the danger.

It was dark in the room, of course. Not just because it was three in the morning, but because Mike needed it to be pitch black to fall asleep. His curtains stayed drawn and his door was always shut, blocking out any possible sources of light, because if there was any light at all then Michael would stay up all night staring at it as though afraid it might disappear at any moment. It was best to just be engulfed in darkness from the very start, in Michael’s opinion.

Michael blinked the exhaustion from his eyes as his gaze snapped from one part of his room to the next, looking for whatever it was that had set off his sixth sense. Mike had learned a long time ago not to ignore that sixth sense. Better to be safe than sorry.

His panicked gaze must have passed over the doorway three times before his brain finally registered what was wrong.

His bedroom door was wide open.

A human-shaped patch of shadow darker than the rest of the blackness stalked in the threshold.

Michael jumped, his mind supplying the shadow with a million faces that had hurt him over the years.

The shadow stayed perfectly still.

It took Michael several panicked breaths to finally realize his mistake.

It wasn’t just a human-shaped shadow.

Evan. Evan, leaning in the threshold, with one hand wrapped anxiously around the doorway, just like he had done when they were both little kids, when Evan had had a nightmare and would stand in Mike’s doorway debating whether Mike would get mad if he came inside.

Evan’s pale face shone in the darkness. Mike wondered how long Evan had been standing there and how he could have missed seeing his brother in the threshold, even with the dark pajamas keeping the rest of Evan’s frame hidden in the darkness. If Mike had squinted at Evan’s face, he would have been able to make out the dull gleam of Evan’s eyes, but it wasn’t Evan’s face that Mike was looking at.

No, Michael’s gaze jerked between Evan’s sides, looking for any semblance of a metallic gleam as the memory of waking up to a knife at his throat made the older Afton’s blood freeze in his veins.

Michael hadn’t known what had been worse: the frighteningly cold press of the metal against his skin, the warm trickle of blood down his neck from the knife nicking him as Mike struggled, the bone-chilling horror at the realization of what Evan had tried to do, or seeing the agony that had been splayed on Evan’s face as Ev realized that he couldn’t kill his older brother the same way he killed all those animals in the woods outside.

Mike’s fingers white-knuckled against the scratchy blankets. He forced one shaky breath down his throat after another. The oxygen burned his throat with every breath as he checked Evan’s hands again, trying hard to pretend that Evan finding his way into Mike’s room in the dead of night, armed with anger and fists and sharp nails and teeth and occasionally with a kitchen knife that Mike stupidly hadn’t properly locked away, wasn’t a semi-regular occurrence.

(Maybe Michael should have kept his door locked at night. No, there was no maybe about it– he definitely should have it locked. But he couldn’t, because what if Evan needed him and couldn’t get in because Mike had decided to be selfish?)

Evan hadn’t moved an inch. The teen’s face stayed blank, utterly blank, as he stared at Michael through the darkness.

Slowly, Mike peeled himself from the mattress and propped himself up on his elbows. “Y-Yeah, Ev?”

Evan’s green gaze tracked Michael as he moved. Silence weighed heavily in the air, and Michael’s gaze slipped down to Evan’s suspiciously empty hands again.

Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t do that again, Michael begged even as another voice in his head whispered that he was a fool for expecting anything else.So what if Evan gave him a little scare? So what if Evan hurt him? Of course he deserved anything Evan would do to him. And Evan never came into Michael’s room like this for any other reason.

Finally, after much too many panicked heartbeats pounding inside Michael’s chest, something happened.

A nervous gleam flashed in Evan’s eyes, as well as something else, something deep and troubled and terrified that Mike didn’t quite know how to name. The corners of Evan’s lips twitched, dipping downward into the smallest frown.

“...Sorry that your life sucks.”

The words left Evan’s throat in a voiceless mumble. It took Michael a moment to piece the near-silent mumbles into words, and even when he did, he could only blink at his little brother, certain that he must have misheard.

Michael’s lips fluttered soundlessly.

Ever since their argument a few days ago about why Mike had left alone when he ran away from the Afton household, Evan had been asking to know more and more about what had happened after he ran away.

And Michael had been answering his questions. Kind of. Just telling Evan about the lighter stuff that had happened and the things that were so commonplace that Mike had quickly grown used to them; so used to them that he could talk about them without his voice shaking and breaking apart.

Outside of the occasional confused frown, Evan hadn’t reacted to the stories Mike had told all that much.

Maybe Michael had taken the lack of reaction as affirmation that his “traumatic” stories weren’t actually all that bad.

Maybe that was why Michael was so flabbergasted now.

“Um…” Mike winced as his voice cracked on the single syllable. His tongue pressed against the backs of his front teeth, his brain trying to stutter out a sincere confused ‘thank you?’ before the elder Afton squashed the urge down and struggled to come up with another response.. “...Sorry yours sucks too?”

Evan’s frown deepened, but outside of that, Evan had no reaction to Michael’s quiet response.

The two of them stared at each other in a silence that seemed to last forever.

Mike shifted in his bed, uncomfortable with all the staring, but Ev didn’t seem to notice. He stayed locked in place in the threshold, his eyes locked on Mike as though searching for something.

“Did you… need something?” Mike finally asked. His brain wandered once again to when they were both little, when toddler Evan would stand in his door after a nightmare until Mike hissed at him to go. “Did you want to come in…?”

Despite the darkness, Mike didn’t need to see it to know that, across the room, Evan tensed. The audible, sharp inhale that ripped past Evan’s lips clued Mike in on that. That unusual– nowadays it was unusual, at least– tender, nervous gleam left Evan’s eyes at once, his face carefully smoothing over as he took a step back, away from Michael.

The last thing Michael saw of Evan was his head shaking ‘no’ before he took another step back and disappeared, consumed by the shadows lurking in the hallway.

#it's one am so this might not be good but it definitely exists now. so.#enjoy. or don't.#do with it what you will #saffron pawn au #kats scribbles #god mike's life really does suck #ran away from home so he could finally be safe. proceeds to NOT be safe as he's out on the streets #finally gets his feet under him only to once again not be safe in *his own home*#and yet he's too scared to tell anyone about evan threatening him or the animal killings bc this is #evan's only shot at a semi-normal life and mike is terrified of what they'll do to ev if anyone else finds out #i mean things get better but... damn.

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