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shanastoryteller · 10 months

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Happy happy birthday 🎂🎉🥳 Are you still doing the “cursed identity porn” au where LWJ can’t really see the Yiling Patriarch (because the mask?), but still tries to settle into being married to him? (Or JC traveling back in time?) Thanks!

a continuation of 1

“Where do you want the talisman?”

Lan Wangji looks up from checking over his pack one last time to see his husband in his doorway. He lifts an eyebrow.

“I’m going to be wearing the mask but there’s no reason for the enchantment to affect you,” Wei Wuxian says. “You already know what I look like. I have to paint it somewhere on your body – preferably someplace there’s no chance of anyone else seeing.”

Ah. That explains why Wen Qing have never seemed to have the same problems looking at Wei Wuxian that everyone else did during the war.

Lan Wangji considers several locations before untying his belt and shrugging off several layers of robes, letting them pool at his elbows and leaving his chest bare. “Wherever you think is best.”

Wei Wuxian hasn’t so much as given him a covetous glance since their marriage. Lan Wangji can endure it, if he must, endure the lack of his husband’s affection and even endure the way he seems so willing to share it with others. He does not have the soft, delicate features and willowy body of Wen Ning, Meng Yao, or Jiang Yanli. But if nothing else, his place as the number two most eligible male cultivator means that he’s not without his charms.

If he is completely outside of his husband’s tastes, it’s best that he knows that now.

He braces himself for indifference, keeping his expression bland to ensure that Wei Wuxian can’t see how surely it’ll crush him.

“Oh! Uh, um, sure, great,” Wei Wuxian says, voice at least two pitches higher than it is normally as his eyes dart up then down several times, blood rushing to his cheeks and painting them scarlet.

Lan Wangji stares. He has seen Wei Wuxian walk across a battlefield and stare down sect leaders and be harassed by a dozen uncles at once and surrounded by three screaming children and never has he seemed as out of sorts as he does right now.

He lifts up the brush and hesitates. “Is it okay – do you mind if I, is this okay?”

“Yes. You can touch me anywhere,” he says.

Wei Wuxian freezes, blinking rapidly before he swallows. “Oh. Kay.”

This is the best day of Lan Wangji’s life.

His husband steps closer, curling one hand around his bare shoulder to keep him steady and using the other to make small, sure brush strokes against the skin of his left side of his chest, right above his heart. He likes the symbolism. He also likes how Wei Wuxian’s blush doesn’t fade at all.

“There,” he says a few moments later. “Just give it time to dry and it should be fine for a week or so, then I’ll have to reapply. “

“Thank you,” he says, quirking his lips up at the corners when Wei Wuxian finally manages to look him in the eye

His returning grin is blinding. His eyes fall lower twice more before he leaves and Lan Wangji feels the low hum of satisfaction down his spine that he normally only gets from a particularly difficult spar.

His husband is capable of finding him attractive.

He just has to somehow encourage this behavior.

Twenty minutes later Meng Yao sticks his head into his room and demands, “What did you do to him?”

Lan Wangji pauses. Is he upset that he’s gotten Wei Wuxian’s attention? He never seems to mind Wen Ning, but perhaps that arrangement has already been settled between them and he sees Lan Wangji as an intrusion, regardless of his status.

“This is hilarious. Whatever it was, do it again,” he orders before continuing his way down the hall.

With pleasure.

#okay here's the thing #i did previously say i wasn't continuing this one because the post is so long now that it's cursed #and breaking it up at this point after all the scrolling i forced on other people just seems mean #sunken cost fallacy ect #HOWEVER #based on your emoji usage you are the anon that has asked for this for the last several open prompts #your dedication has won #i give in #here we are #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #untamed

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patrophthia · 1 year

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willow | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x hufflepuff!reader

genre: fluff fluff flufff, just people being happy and shit, so fluffy i feel like poop for writing it while im single (when is it my turn to be happy) not beta read

word count: 3.8K

originally posted on my wattpad

— from bee: this takes place in sycamore girl timeline!

"i'm not giving it to you, of course," she remarked, voice straining. "i'm only lending it to you."

"i know," he said all too quickly, making her normally extroverted demeanor (when it came to him, at least) falter. "i promise i won't steal it."

she laughed awkwardly, trying to ease any tension off of her shoulder. "you better not, i've only got one copy of it."

"then i'll buy you a million more." he promised, then smiled, adding, "if i happen to lose it, of course."

regulus didn't think to lift his head up when someone sat down besides him. the class was about to start, there was only a limited amount of seats so, really, he couldn't have cared less about whoever decided to sit to his right. he had more important things on his hand —like whether the characters in the book he was reading will end up with one another or continue to beat around the bush.

as he was about to reach the good part, the professor clapped his hands, starting the class. regulus shut his book, intending to put it into his bag when he looked to the side. there she sat, talking to her friend who was on the other side of her as she pulled out her quill and ink.

class began, neither of them starting conversation since it wasn't needed. every once in a while she would mutter something low under her breath, her eyes narrowing on the blackboard before she turned to him and cleared her throat, asking if the words on the board was what she thought it was and he would help before they went back to what they were doing.

"hey, is canada real?"

regulus turned to her with an incredulous look, brows knitted together trying to gauge whether she was joking or not. finally, he answered. "no."

"thanks," she replied with a smile, and turned back to what she had been doing.

the professor then began droning on about the lesson —one that regulus knew through and through, solely because, the book he was reading (a romance though he would never say it out loud) was a modern retelling of the event they were learning. he shut his notebook, pulling out the novel he was reading previously and continued where he left off.

it wasn't long before she finished as well, shutting her book and trying to tune into the lesson but only to feel as though she was being lull to sleep. to her left was regulus black, sitting handsomely as he always did with a hard cover novel (the dust jacket of it removed) in his elegantly pale hands.

the spine didn't hide the title of the novel though. false god, it read. she smiled knowingly at this. the book was about two sorcerers playing lovers when they despised one another, an enemies to lovers romance.

"heaven is when you touch me and hell is when i fight with you," i confessed, staring into her dark brown eyes. "but i can't help but feel as if we're being led by blind faith."

salazar, this novel is sickeningly sweet.

"i know that look."

regulus brows tightened slightly, tuning into her voice besides him and yet, not giving her his full attention.

"they confessed to her, didn't they?"

the slytherin looked over his book, peeking at her to find her smiling at him. clearing his throat, regulus asked, "you've read this?"

"yup," she said quietly, not wanting to be caught by the professor. "it's written by one of my favorite authors so i kind of had to."

regulus tilted his head slightly. "how'd you know what part i was at?"

"i had that same look on my face when i read it."

had she been watching him read? "oh." he let out, there was a pause before he spoke up again. "did they ever end up together?"

"if i told you that, i'd be spoiling you." she pulled out a piece of paper from her book and began drawing out lines before turning them into small boxes, pushing the parchment to the middle of the table, she looked up at him with a sheepish smile. "how about a game of tic tac toe instead?"

somewhere along the lines of tic tac toes and [name] ranting about the recent novels she'd read before lending it to him, regulus became quite fond of her. he had found himself —more often then not— missing her presence when he was with any of his other 'friends.'

it also didn't help that whenever she flirted with him —something he knew she did because, she liked seeing him get flustered after she said something mildly suggestive to him. he had always thought she was pretty ever since he'd first met her in first year (it was hard not to notice someone when you shared classes with them) but it had never been something that stuck as prominently in his mind as it did now.

the news of one of the black brother being engaged spread like wild fire at hogwarts, everyone —and he meant everyone— began bothering him non-stop. wanting to know if they could get an invite to the wedding (the answer to which he always said no to.)

today had been no different, every single person he'd encountered had asked for an invitation. he was tired of it and if anything he longed for the next class he had. the one he had with her. the one where she sat next to him and talked to him about anything but the lesson or the dreaded wedding.

she got to class five minutes later than him like she always did and smiled the second she spotted him, there was a skip in her step as she made her way over. "i just found the best novel ever."

regulus lifted an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving upwards, giving her his full attention.

"right so the novel is called seven, it's written by the same author who wrote false god," she started, eyes drifting towards the door once a while to make sure that the professor wasn't there. "it's about two childhood friends who was separated when they were seven due to family issues from the guys' part. it's so beautiful, regulus. you'll love it."

regulus. they way it sounded so soft coming from her lips had him feeling things he'd never felt before. he would never tire hearing her say his name.

there was a content look on his face, listening and listening as she brought the fore mentioned novel from her bag and handed it to him. "i even annotated it for you. the pink are for the lines that i loved and the green is for the lines i think you'd love 'cause you're a slytherin and all."

he took it in his hand, eyeing it carefully. he flipped the cover over, seeing her hand writings scattered all around it —some of it being her gushing over the characters. he looked back to her, grey eyes going blue with affection.

"i'm not giving it to you, of course," she remarked, voice straining. "i'm only lending it to you."

"i know," he said all too quickly, making her normally extroverted demeanor (when it came to him, at least) falter. "i promise i won't steal it."

she laughed awkwardly, trying to ease any tension off of her shoulder. "you better not, i've only got one copy of it."

"then i'll buy you a million more." he promised, then smiled, adding, "if i happen to lose it, of course."

" 'course."

as he turned to his side, planning on placing the novel into his bag so he wouldn't misplace it. she called out. "hey reg."

reg. regulus noted. that was a new one. he liked it, he really did like it. he let out a hum of indifferent acknowledgment, not yet facing her as he tried not to show just how much the nickname had effected him.

"would you like to go out this weekend?" there was short second of silence, it wasn't long until she picked up once more. "like on a date?"

before he could even stop himself, he blurted out. "i have plans tomorrow."

"oh."

regulus couldn't help but feel like he was being stabbed in the chest by how deflated she sound. he didn't spare a second when he turned to face her, not wanting to drown in his own guilt. "but yes."

"yes?" she repeated unsurely.

"yes," he concurred. "i'd love to go out with you —on a date. what seems to be the problem is that i have plans to meet up with dear brother's and his fiancée, and i don't want you to spend your weekend waiting for me—"

"reg, i'm perfectly fine with waiting." she cut him off. "although, you nearly made me cry with your 'i have plans tomorrow' i thought you were rejecting me."

"i would never reject you." how could he? not when he had been waiting for something between them to happen for the longest time.

•••

sirius and his fiancée bid their goodbyes with knowing smile, leaving him be as [name] made her way over to him. the booth was pretty much empty with him being the only one sat there, cheeks tinted pink as he waited for her to be seated down.

she took the one opposing him, smiling at him prettily. "you look nice."

"i look nothing compared to you," he countered almost shyly. and then, clearing his throat, regulus asked her, "where'd you want to go?"

"i was going to ask you that," she replied, feeling small under his gaze. "should we just walk around until we figure out what we want to do?"

regulus smiled at that. and with a nod of his head; he stood up, standing awkwardly besides their table. she stood up as well and as they made their way out, she stopped, buying two bottles of butter-beer for them to enjoy whilst they made their way to the next location.

hogsmeade wasn't as pack as he had expected it to be. sure, they were hundreds of teenagers around his age walking around with thick scarves signifying their houses colors walking around but, —unlike every other time he'd been to hogsmeade during the weekends— he could still see the road before him rather than it being a field of hair.

he turned to the side, intending to look at her only to find her already watching him. "where do we go from here? left or right?"

regulus thought about it for a second. no matter where they went, he'd still be happy, he was with her and that would be good enough for him.

"your choice."

the date went as well as he could've imagined it to. regulus followed after everywhere she strayed, smiling and giggling brightly at whatever caught her attention. and by the end of the night, regulus had walked her back to her common room and (with all his inner gryffindor courage) kissed her good night.

he'd turned his back at the speed of light right after, hiding just how truly giddy and flustered he'd felt. fuck. regulus black might be in love.

•••

march rolled around, along with it came both remus lupin and james potter's birthday. both of which, the marauders had threw parties for and both of which, regulus had been invited to.

lupin's party was fun; regulus had enjoyed it to bits, it was a small party with those only in the marauder's close circle invited to. potter's party was the exact opposite, loud music and booze could be seen every he turned.

regulus had been waiting for his girlfriend when he spotted sirius' fiancée and her friends come in. he'd join in on their teasing about sirius' (not) crush on his fiancée and quickly caught onto how his dear brother's attitude change when he found out that she was a light weight.

"don't worry darling, i know how to have fun without getting drunk." whipped.

it was clear that sirius was staying sober for his fiancée (that he definitely didn't have romantic feelings for) if it wasn't clear by how he had kept his eyes on her the entire night, then it was extremely clear when james —the reason he'd said he'd stay sober for, asked for his help and all he did was tell him to sod off and went to her aid.

the man was in love and he didn't even know it.

when [name], regulus' favorite person, arrived, he'd had to tear his eyes away from her just so he could converse with other people at the party. she looked so beautiful and he was so, so, so lucky to have her be his girlfriend.

"what are you looking at?"

"you," he answered slyly. did someone spike the punch? why is his words flowing out so easily? what is this. "you're the prettiest girl, i've ever seen."

there was a look on her face, somewhere between shying off and laughing at his words. he'd always said nice things to her, things that made her weak in the knees and completely drunk off of him.

but something, something about him being slightly intoxicated and gushing about how gorgeous he thought she was, made her feel dizzy (all in the good way, of course).

"my love," regulus called out after a moment, grabbing her attention. "would you come to my brother's wedding?"

"as your date?"

"of course, as my date. as if i'll ever let you out of my sight," he replied, words slurring the tiniest bit.

she cracked out a winsome smile, nodding. "of course, i will."

•••

the wedding day came soon enough and sirius made it clear, very clear, so clear that if anyone dared to go against his wishes he would personally hunt them down himself. that everyone he cared for —including regulus himself— would have to get ready at the potter's house because, it is where he'd be and he would need the emotional support to go through this.

the women took over a side of the house, getting all dolled up with the help of one another while the men made snacks and gave sirius pep talks. regulus was sat next to lupin, both chewing on the snacks that potter had prepared and listened to sirius bugger longbottom with as many questions as he could.

longbottom always answered, being the only married man in the friend group made him the most suitable source for answers to sirius' inquiries.

"but isn't scary?" sirius questioned, brows knitting together as james fixed up his bow tie. "sharing everything with one another."

"not really," longbottom answered carefully. "it's scary at first, yes, but after a while it's a very comforting thing. knowing that you can share your inner thoughts with your lover and not be judged."

"but she's not my lover." sirius frowned. "we're just friends."

"then it makes no difference," longbottom said with a small smile. "i was friends with alice before we were a couple —not that i'm trying to force anything between you two of course. what i'm trying to say is, if james is a friend to you and you could share anything with him then you can definitely share everything with her."

"you're not getting cold feet are you?" regulus asked, his tone slightly teasing.

sirius turned to him, his face unreadable. "of course, not. i could never do that to her, not when she's been nothing but lovely about all this."

"not when you think she's so pretty," lupin chirped in lazily.

"that's because, she is."

"sure, she is," remus murmured, making sirius turned to him sharply. remus clicked his tongue, the corner of his lips edging upward. "i never said she wasn't."

"you didn't, but your tone was patronizing." sirius smacked potter's hands away, making him scowl as he backed away. "and quite frankly, i don't appreciate my wife being spoken about in that tone of voice."

"my wife." potter repeated loudly. "are you sure you're not in love with her?"

"what makes you think otherwise?"

"i dunno," potter said stupidly, "maybe because of the way you talk about her."

"or the way you look at her," lupin added. "we could go on for days, mate."

"do you lots hate me or something?" sirius grumbled. "you're always teaming up against me, is it funny to you?"

"it is." came a more feminine voice. the men turn, all finding their dates (except sirius) standing by the door way. "it's the most comical thing ever to hear you deny your love for your fiancée."

"i hate you guys," sirius grumbled. lily and sirius continued on with their banter, but regulus was no longer listening, finding himself too awestruck at the sight of his girlfriend.

she stood besides mckinnon, donning the prettiest he'd ever seen. she smiled upon feeling his gaze on her, an action that made regulus want to do nothing but kiss her until she was breathless. instead, he stood up from his spot and made his way over to her.

"you look handsome," she commented once they stood toe to toe. of course, he did (not that he was trying to be conceited). he made sure he looked as best as he could if he would be having someone as beautiful as her in his arms.

"thank you," regulus said softly, eyes kept on her as he spoke. no words will be able to explain just how divine she looked. and so, regulus chalked it up to a simple compliment. "you look lovely."

"i try to, for you."

bullshit. even if she wasn't trying —and he knew this for certain from all the previous time he'd spent with her; bundled up in her dorm with bags under their eyes as they hovered over her desk and conversed about their projects, heads on the pillow once they wrapped up, looking as though they were on their dying breath— she'd still look lovely.

•••

the start of regulus' seventh years went as well as he hoped. sure, he was drowning in assignments during the first week of classes but he had a girlfriend. and that makes up about seventy percent of it.

he'd grown accustomed to having meals with her by his side so it was no surprise when he was the first thing she found when she made her way into the great hall with a letter in hand.

"guess what," she started up excitedly, taking the seat opposing his. regulus supplied her with a what? encouraging her on. "i got an owl last night."

"who's it from?"

"just your sister in law," she said as casually as she could but the enthusiasm was not lost in her voice. "would you like to know why?"

"yes." he humored her, filling her goblet up with water. "i would like to know why, please."

"well." she placed the opened up the letter and placed it down. "sirius confessed in an overly dramatic way about whether she loved you more than she loved him, long story short they ended kissing. moral of the story, our favorite couple is no longer getting a divorce."

"i could write a romance book about that."

"please don't," regulus murmured, reading the letter for himself. sure enough, there —written in ink— was the details of the said confession and how they would not be going through with their divorce as they try to navigate their new relationship. "oh no."

"oh no?" she repeated, tone drastically different from his.

"oh no," he said once more, as if agreeing to something. "sirius talked about adopting me, if they stayed married that might just happen."

"that's stupid, regulus. she would never agree to that."

"you underestimate just how persuasive sirius can be, my love." he took a sip from his mug, his tea now cold. "he managed to convince her into marrying someone as horrid as him, adoption won't be as hard."

"you say that like he's the worst man to ever exist." he gave her look. one that was practically asking her if she was testing him. "besides, she married him for the money. she won't get anything out of adopting you."

"yes, she would."

"and what would that be?" she asked, mildly uninterested.

"me."

"and that's a good thing?"

regulus mouth dropped into a small O. the black had always had a flair for the dramatics and he was no exception. "yes," he said with full offense. "how could you ever think otherwise. i'm your boyfriend."

"i just—" she shrugged. "—you're not all that."

regulus was gasping now, eyes full with hurt. "i don't think i want to be with you anymore."

"is that so?"

"no." he denied with annoyance.

the grandfather clock rang, signaling the start off class and the pair stood up. regulus standing besides her as he waited for her to pack up her stuff.

the couple shared their first class, so it was obvious for them to walk with one another. once arriving, regulus headed towards the middle table; not too far away and not too close to the professor. he sat first, tapping the empty seat that was by his side for her to take.

she took it, smiling when her friends took to the table in front of them and began conversations with one another. class soon began, the professor droning on about the lessons when regulus found himself in a position he'd never been in before.

her hand was dropped to the side and he'd never wanted to hold something as much as he did now. he was practically begging for her to take his hand but he was too prideful to admit it.

"it's rude to stare," she said quietly, and regulus was distinctly reminded of their first encounter. same classroom, same seats. how history repeats itself never fails to amaze him. "even if you're staring at their hand."

he teared his eyes away, playing oblivious. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"right," she murmured as if she believed him. "did you want to hold my hand?"

"yes."

she took his hand at his answer, intertwining their fingers and placing it comfortably on her thigh before she turned back to the lesson.

time will age as will the both of them, and despite how greedy and selfish it may sound. regulus hoped it would never remove the memory of her smile when he'd first saw her.

life was a willow and it bent right through her wind.

#regulus x yn #regulus x you #regulus x reader #regulus black humor #regulus black fluff #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x yn #marauders era x reader #🧳: my writing

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nightsadness · 20 days

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Tags: fem!reader, headcanons, angst?, treason, mistress!reader, mention of Nacha

Pairing: Francis Mosses x fem!reader

Warning: Francis was cheating on Nacha. The author's command of English is not very good, and there may be errors in the text

A/n: Guys, if you want a sequel, just post it in the comments. I've had this idea in my head for a long time and couldn't sleep well until I wrote it. I don't know what kind of ending to make: happy or sad? In the idea, does the girl get a job as a doorman or do she and Francis just happen to cross paths

Word: 444

2 years ago you had a secret affair with Francis, he was still married and you were his mistress. He came to you like a party, and it was for you that Mosses saved his charm, his smiles, his funny stories. At home, he's a dreary family servant, a slave to the garbage can and material calculations. At yours, he's a conqueror of the universe, a superman, a knight. You take him for what he wants to be in your eyes. Yes, you'll never see him in his house slippers in front of the TV or making excuses on the phone to his boss. And that's great!

Nacha can sleep well - you and Francis have so little in common: only love. Love in its purest form, not translated into material details, not relegated to the boring ritual of eating together or watching television programs. And let his wife cook her praised food, flavored with her irritation and fatigue, an apple from your hands will still taste better. Because all you need is love. Yes, one day that love will be gone...one fine day. Everything alive goes away sooner or later. And you don't have to try to pretend that your feeling is eternal, it won't make it come alive. You don't have to pretend and lie for years that you're experiencing something that has no return.

But as previously stated, love was gone. One fine day, it would seem, Nacha found out about her husband's adventures. It was like this: she just happened to see you together and it didn't take her not long to put the puzzle together, especially since she caught you kissing. Nacha immediately divorced Francis, who did not resist, they separated quite peacefully, although Nacha gave him a scandal. Francis wanted to find comfort in you, but you also left him, justifying yourself by saying that you were going to another country and would not be back soon, Mosses wanted to keep in touch with you, but you left suddenly, just disappeared at one moment.

No, you were never a bitch, certainly you knew your worth and were a confident girl, but you never crossed the line. You could say you had feelings for Francis, but you never saw yourself as a wife, it wasn't your thing, you were a free bird and family wasn't your thing. And the real reason you left was fear that Francis would leave Nacha and then you'd be in her shoes. You left to let your feelings fester.

The long move did help you, and you no longer felt anything for Francis, so you returned safely to your hometown to continue your life here....

#francis mosses x reader #francis mosses #nacha mikaelys #that's not my neighbor #tnmn #tnmn milkman #milkman x reader #treason #thats not my neighbor

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flamingpudding · 8 months

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Ghost Twins: Lost in Gotham (Sneak Peak)

You guys on tumblr are awesome. I honestly love all the ideas you all came up with. It also sparked my own inspiration. That it why I am attempting to make my Prompt into a longer fanfic. Thou I love all the ideas you all had, my mind decided to go down a slightly different route for the prompt. While on vacation with my family with a pending / possible radio silence, i will continue to work on this (its the fanfic project I mentioned in another post). Though I have no idea if I will get it done during that time or not. That is why as a little thank you and appreciation, I decided to post a little sneak peak of what I want / will incorporate into that fanfic...

Tho honestly I love all the rebogs and comments on the original prompt post and highly recommend for others to check it out too and would love to see more even based on these sneak peaks! :D

Original Prompt

Anyway on to the sneak peak!

Waking up disoriented was one thing but waking up to a mirror image of what you looked like at six years old in old family photos was highly alarming. Danny's eyes snapped open the moment the blurry image before him cleared. At the same time the kid next to him also woke up, eyes snapping open and a scowl decorating their face once the other boy took notice of him.

"What the fuck kind of situation did you get us in this time?"

"I did nothing!" Danny relled at how squeaky his voice sounded, one hand flying up to his throat.

"Well then how do you explain the fact that you are six years old twerp!"

There was only one person that continuously called Danny twerp just to annoy him, so the six years old before him was Dan. Wait… did Dan just say Danny was six years old? He looked down at himself and noticed how small his hands were, wide eyed he looked back up at Dan who was still scowling at him.

"But… you are six years old…" Well that got Dan to look down at himself and the other bleached when he looked at his own hands. "What the fuck…"

Okay so whatever mess they got in, they apparently were now stuck in six years old bodies that looked near the same as what Danny must have looked at that age. Near the same, because aside from photos his mom had hung up at home he couldn't be too sure.

They both looked around to get a feel for their surroundings. Only now noticing that they were in a snowy park, there were some high buildings surrounding the park but the falling snow was making it hard to discern them. Danny and Dan also noticed that they had woken up in a pile of snow and were in fact not feeling cold at all.

[....]

"Hey, Twerp. Look at the mirror." Dan suddenly said and Danny turned around to stare at his body double confused. "What?"

"Just turn around and look at the mirror." The other only said again, still confused Danny did as told and nearly screamed. Staring at his mirror image, eyes wide and mouth open in shock, Danny couldn't believe what he was seeing. He looked over at Dan, silently asking if he was seeing the same thing he did. Dan only nodded, removing his own shirt and seeing something similar painted all over his own six-year-old body.

"I don't remember having scars like that at the age of six." He grimly muttered, one finger tracing a long scar running from his right shoulder to his left side and disappearing below his trousers.

"Me neither…" Danny whispered, still in shock as his eyes roamed around his mirror image taking in all the scars their clothes had previously hidden. They didn't look faded but they didn't hurt either when they moved, wounds healed to the point that they wouldn't bother them but still look like fresh scars.

There was one thing both their bodies had in common. Danny carefully touched his right shoulder with his finger tips while Dan eyed his own left shoulder. Both had the same symbol tattooed onto their skin, while neither had any experiences with tattoos, they both could tell that it wasn't a professional one by the way the inked skin looked scared and most likely was only done to brand their bodies.

Danny felt a mixture of sadness, frustration and anger run through him the longer he stared at the scars and the branding.

"These aren't our original bodies, twerp." Danny could only numbly nod at his different future self's words, wondering if the other was feeling the same he did about their bodies. "Whatever the bastard Clockwork did or wants us to do, it involved us waking up in entirely different bodies. Remember these shitty novels Ellie was getting into?"

"Don't call them shitty! There are some pretty good ones too!" Dan raised an eyebrow and Danny just huffed crossing his arms.

"My point is. She was reading about transmigration stories and it looks like the bastard threw us right into one of them."

"That would explain why our powers are wonky, they are not used to the body we are in. But why…"

A knock on the bathroom door resounded in the room and both boys stiffened and tensed, eyes wide as they stared at the door. "Are you two boys okay in there?"

The door knob jiggled and Danny dived for his discarded shirt as Dan's eyes narrowed. Thank the ancients, but not that fucker clockwork, Dan had remembered to lock the door beforehand.

"Fuck off!" He growled out to which Danny gave him a disapproving stare, before shouting back: "We are fine. We will be out in a bit."

"If you say so." Bruce sounded like he wasn't believing them but did not attempt to open the door again. Dan grumbled and listened for footsteps that sounded like they were leaving. Once sure the man was no longer standing by the door he turned to Danny still grim.

"Listen, we can talk about what the fuck is going once we get away from these fruitloops. Till then we will have to watch what we talk about twerp." Looking a lot more serious than earlier Danny nodded in understanding.

"The ghost zone is connected to a lot if not all dimensions, once we get our powers under control we can find out what happened to the original owners of these bodies and return to our home. I should still be able to open a portal even if this is not my body, there is enough ambient ectoplasm to supplement what I am missing."

Dan nodded, they had a plan and the first step was to get away from the billionaire fruitloop family they were dropped off with.

[...]

Clockwork merely chuckled at the children's baffled looks. "One thing about being the Ancient of Time of all Dimensions is and please let me put it into your more modern speech: If you mess with time, sooner or later, you will end up on my shit-list and your dimension has enough people that mess with time that I am surprised it did not implode yet."

[...]

"Didn't I say it before. Those that mess with time will end up on my shit-list. That also includes you my king. These boys were my best alternative."

#dpxdc #writing project #danny fenton #danny phantom #dan phantom #de aging #de aged dan #de aged danny #clockwork shenanigans #batfam #crossover #fanfic in progress #i will be working on this during my offline time #sneak peak for a furture fic #Ghost Twins: Lost in Gotham

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bjornswoman · 4 months

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Destruction XII

Author's note: Hello, happy New Year to you all! Sorry for being too late to post the last part of these series. However, here it is I hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Reader.

Genre: Modern!au, series, fluff, drama, angst.

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of pregnancy.

A couple of months later.

You had forgotten the sound of your own giggle the past year. However, those two last months were enough to prove you wrong and remind you that you still contained the ability to feel happy and laugh — finally.

“You can’t be serious!” You exclaimed laughing at your friend Torvi. There had been a long time since you last met each other. Actually, the last time you saw her was before your wedding.

A wedding that never really happened because Ivar decided to take you away. He had confessed that he loved you that same day as well. You could recollect the memory as it was yesterday.

Flashback – Two months ago.

“It’s not what you believe, (Y/N). It wasn’t just revenge for me. You mean a lot to me. You know I am just not good at saying those things and you, also, know that I can be dickhead sometimes. Don’t cry for me. I - I care for you.”

Ivar had said and kissed you like his life was depending on this kiss – like both of your life were depending on this kiss.

“Don’t get married, you don’t deserve being treated like that. Dump that asshole.”

You needed to hear these words back then – you needed a motive to stop that madness. After all, you didn’t love Mason, but Ivar.

You didn’t treat Mason right, so leaving him before this mistake would be the only thing you would do to save him from being miserable next to you – because of you.

“I won’t, Ivar.”

“You are mine.”

“I am yours.”

End of flashback.

“Oh, I’m and that’s not even the end of it.” Torvi continued speaking and got you out of your thoughts about that particular day. “Your mother was about to kill Hvitserk when he announced that Ivar had stolen you – those were the exact words he used.” She laughed. "Besides you know the love your mother contains for Hvitserk." You both laughed at her remark.

It was well-known that your mother loathed the sons of Ragnar – especially Hvitserk. She would call him peccant or sinful. Generally, she would criticize his way of living. Not that Ivar was her favourite brother though, but Hvitserk worked as a red flag for her.

You could picture your mother's face after hearing Hvitserk announcing that the wedding was over because you run away with his brother. You were sure long before Torvi told you about the events of that evening that she was furious – that was the main reason you hadn't even tried to contact her since then.

"What about Mason?" You hesitated to say his name after the way you treated him, though he wasn't honest to you either – as he lied to you about the events of the past and blamed Ivar about his doing.

Anyways, you felt guilt of your own lies, because you acted the very same way you accused Ivar of when you walked away on him.

"Oh well, I heard that he is fine though he and the boys are distant after what happened. He blames them for helping Ivar. Anyways, Ubbe told me that Ivar mentioned that he is after Freydis again."

You could understand the way Mason felt, but you couldn't focus on this after some names were mentioned successively.

"Ivar?" You muttered before you could stop yourself.

"Yes, Freydis told him."

You felt jealous once again about the same thing – you were back to the beginning of this messed up story. You felt weird after everything that happened the last two months in contrast with what Torvi just told you. Maybe you were just overreact, but still you couldn't bear lose again.

Maybe your love wasn't the healthiest one , but it was strong enough to swallow you if he hurt you like he did previously.

"Don't tell me you are jealous." Torvi said smiling after receiving no response from you.

"I'm not jealous of her." You fought back and she chuckled. It was too obvious that you were lying.

"You didn't really tell me what happened with Ivar after you left." She mentioned and you smiled at the memory.

Flashback – Two months ago.

Your heart was full after a very long time it felt half without him. You felt happy again being close to the person who you loved the most. Probably this wasn't the best way to come back together – not even close to be honest – but what was worth it for you was the fact that you were sitting on the passenger's seat of his car and he was on the driver's seat taking you away somewhere that only he knew.

Nobody spoke a word though – an awkward silence was surrounding the car. You didn't know what to say – you didn't know whether you had to say something or not. You knew Ivar by heart and yet you couldn't predict what was inside his head. You knew when he was mad, happy or sad, but you couldn't say what was bothering him.

"Ivar." You breathed and turned your eyes at his figure. "Do-do you love me?" Your voice was barely coming out as a whisper. It was a silly question to ask – even after he crashed your wedding and told you that he cared for you – you wanted to hear him saying this particular word. You hadn't heard him saying it – at least not to you.

"What kind of question is that? Didn't I told that I care for you less than an hour ago?" You could say by hearing the tone of his raised voice that he was getting annoyed by your question. You were aware of the fact that he wasn't good with words – especially this kind of words, but you wanted to hear him saying just for once.

"Why is it so difficult for you to say it again? Tell me, do you love me, Ivar?" You raised your voice out of frustration. You couldn't understand the reason why it had to be that hard for him to tell you about his feelings.

The possibility that he didn't feel that way came in your mind. Maybe he was just possessive when it came to you or it could be obsession the feeling he contained for you. Those could be the actual reasons why he couldn't express his love fore and that would be because it was non-existent.

"Yes!" Ivar yelled with obvious anger at you and hit his hands on the wheel.

"Yes, what?" You pressured him more as you were angry and disappointed at the time because of his inability to express himself to you – the person he was supposed to love.

Ivar hit the brake pedal so forcefully that if you weren't wearing the seatbelt you would be out of the car when it stopped. You turned your face at him and he had already focused his furious blue eyes on you.

"No, Ivar, you don't." With those last words you stormed out of his car and started walking at the opposite way from the one he was driving on. Though, you didn't get to make it far away because his hand grabbed yours tightly and forced you to turn back and face his wrath.

"What do you think you are doing? And what the Hel are you saying?" He growled on your face as you were trying to break-free from his grip to no avail.

You breathed heavily and looked his angry face.

"All you feel about me is some kind of authority and possessiveness as I'm one of your belongings." You spoke and motioned on your hand he was holding firmly. "The worst part of it is that it isn't even new to me to get this treatment from you. You don't love me, because you don't know how to and that's due to the fact that you feel that you don't deserve the love the others are trying to give you. The only thing you know how to do is hurting these people with your childish behaviour." You continued telling him with tears falling from your eyes – tears that you wiped away with your free hand.

Ivar was looking you without speaking, he was just looking at you quite shocked. Behind his anger you could spot guilt and redeem. He knew himself that you were right and that was the most painful part for both of you.

"The next one who will come in your life and try to give you the love you deserve let her." After these words, more tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You grabbed your gown on the palms of both of your hands and took a couple of tiny steps believing that Ivar would let you walk away from him – from his life.

However, such a thing didn't happen because he used the hand of yours he was gripping and pulled back – this time he held you closer to him your bodies were touching. You tried to fight back again, but he was too strong for you in such way that when he pulled you the lacework of your dress was ripped.

This time he even stopped holding your hand and he went for your throat. His grip was as tight or strong as it was on your hand, but it was firm enough to pull your face closer to his.

"Too late for that." Ivar said in raspy voice. "There is someone who has already made my heart beat for her – who have made me feel all of the things you've said before. I didn't know how it felt to be truly loved by somebody because of the problem I faced. I thought everyone pitied me – the poor cripple – until you came. You saw me what love really means – what it is – and I sent you away. When our paths crossed again, I thought that all I felt for you was just lust or possessiveness for a woman who used to be my partner. However, I got hold of my feelings – of my true feelings – after our first kiss in the bowling alley, when I called you to come to that bar to tell you about my conflict with Mason and after we got drunk and went to my house and slept together, remember? In fact, all this was just an excuse because I wanted to see you."

When he finished, Ivar let go off you throat and one of his hands touched your arm as the other when on one of his pockets. His touch was really genuine on your hand.

"I remember." You mumbled and smiled as you remembered that particular night you spent together.

"You want me to tell you that I love you, but you know that I'm difficult with words. Though, for you, I'll say it, but before I have to do something else." Ivar stopped and afterwards his hand got out of his pocket holding a red-whine velvet box.

You looked first at the box shocked and then at Ivar.

"Ivar, you don't have to do that just to prove your words to me." You tried to say, but he stopped you by taking your hand in his, after he opened the small box. As you expected, it contained a ring, but it was not just a random ring he picked. It was the ring you had told him years ago that you wanted to be the one you would be proposed with. It was a unique design which you couldn't find easily, but he did for you.

"I love you." Ivar finally confessed and you could even spot a tear on his cheek. His forehead touched your own as he eyes found yours. "Will you marry me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" He asked and you smiled widely.

At the sound of his words, you felt your heart hitting your chest with just force that it was going to rip out of your body.

"Yes! Yes, I will marry you, Ivar Lothbrok!" You exclaimed and kissed him passionately. This kiss wasn't like anything you had experienced. It was different from any other you had shared. One that both of you were expressing within it your deepest feelings about the other person.

When you stopped, Ivar pulled you closer to him again and placed the ring on your finger.

End of flashback.

After that moment that you would never forget about, you spent two months away from everyone you knew. It was just the two of you in the middle of nowhere. However, you had to return back in Kattegat to face the real life and what came after the decisions you made.

Ivar's family welcomed you back and they were glad to hear about your engagement – though they could see it coming. They knew better that you two about the feelings you shared.

So, there you were, talking with Torvi about the days that came after your almost-wedding with Mason.

Torvi looked at you with narrowed eyes and a huge smile on her face.

"And after this you are still jealous? You are crazy girl!" Torvi exclaimed and both of you laughed again. "No, I am being serious now." She said and you both burst into laughter again. "No, seriously now you are getting married with the love of your life!" You smiled and looked back at your feet.

"And that's not even the end of it."

"What do you mean?" Your friend asked confused and your smile became even more wider than it was already. "(Y/N)?" She asked you again anxiously this time.

As an answer, your hand moved on your stomach and you caressed it meaningful. In Torvi's face formed a smile identical to yours.

"Don't tell me that you...." She exclaimed and you tried to prevent her from let everyone know about your little secret.

"Shhhh, I am, but Ivar doesn't know yet. I am going to tell him tonight and then we are sharing it with the others. Keep it for me, okay?" You spoke on a soft tone of voice and Torvi agreed happily before she congratulated you about your pregnancy.

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Later that night.

The night sky was very beautiful – enchanting you could even say. But that wasn't the best part of the night, that part would be the fact that you were sitting next to your fiancé, trying to find the best way of telling him that you were expecting his child as he was engrossed in with laptop with work matters. You were away for so long and matters had piled up.

"Ivar, when do you think that we should get married?" You asked him out of the blue as you stood up and walked through the balcony. Ivar glanced at you for a quick second and then turned his attention back on his laptop.

"I don't know, but we should not rush. In three to four months, what do you think?" He proposed without looking at you and you smiled, because this conversation was taking the way you wanted.

"That won't be convenient. I think that it should happen in one or two months." You continued.

"Why so?"

"I'll have gained weight. I won't feet in any dress."

Your words caught him off guard. He abandoned the computer on the coffee-table and fixed his eyes on you confused.

"What do you mean?" Ivar asked as the edges of his mouth lifted and left the sofa to come closer to you. He stopped on when his body was behind yours.

"What do you want me to mean?"

"Don't riddle me, (Y/N)." His voice was stern and you couldn't help your little smirk. "Are you pregnant?" He asked as his body collided with yours and his muscular hands hugged your torso and stayed on your stomach. Your back was touching on his chest, so you couldn't see his facial expressions. "Tell me." He demanded impatiently and you smiled.

You knew how much he wanted a child – a daughter or a son. You were also aware of the fact that he was delighted when Freydis had told him that she was pregnant in the past and thought it was his child when it wasn't.

"Yes, Ivar." You whispered and tilted your head at the side to catch a glimpse of his reaction to your news. What you saw was a tear slipping from his eye and you smiled again. "Are you happy?"

"No." Your blood froze in your veins and your smile died on your lips. You turned so you could face him. "No, I am not just happy. I'm thrilled!" He exclaimed and you felt your heart beating normally in your chest again.

His hands closed you inside them and one of them caressed your hair softly.

"I love you, wife."

You giggled when you heard him calling you wife.

"I love you, husband."

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monarchisms · 7 months

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so this is the unintentional part two of that summary post i made with geoff talking about the end of achievement hunter. for this post, i'm going to try my best to sum up what michael, trevor, and joe (but not alfredo because he was sick at the time 😔) have said about what will happen in the future on the penultimate episode of off topic, #403. there won't be a transcript this time as i am busy with schoolwork and stuff, so i'll try to make this summary as filled with as much accurate information as i can to make up for it :)

so basically,

trevor starts off by saying they'll be doing the last of various series to wrap everything up. he also notes that some of these finales will be "more nostalgic"

one of the series finales that's up right now is vs episode #150: joe vs BK. the game they played is cooking mama!

after the series finale of off topic (#404 lol), the final AH video ever will be a let's play in the remastered version of burnout paradise, and the cast will consist of geoff, jack, trevor, and michael. this is a callback to the first ever AH video they did back in 2008, and it's already been filmed! trevor says it was more emotional then he thought it would be :')

michael explains that the video will essentially be a ~70-minute podcast. in it, they'll talk more about the end of achievement hunter, where the cast members have went/what they've all moved on to, and new projects that they'll working on. he also says that he thinks that people will call this video "cathartic" while comparing the vibe to their old gta v series, sunday driving

not as important, but michael said that he was mindlessly driving and turning in burnout paradise in the same way that he'd run and jump in minecraft because he "fucking hated" playing minecraft lmfao

as said before, they decided to close AH and start something new with dogbark instead of continuing like they used to. michael acknowledges that in the last few years, most of the crew had already left rt in some way or moved on to other stuff within the company, leaving just michael, trevor, alfredo, and joe as the most consistent on-screen talent by the end. *bonus bit that wasn't mentioned until later, but alongside these 4, jarren from the post team will be their channel manager for dogbark :)

as this group makes videos for dogbark, michael says that their stuff will be both "tonally different" and "very fluid" as they're still figuring it out as they go, noting that they were balancing it and AH/let's play content at the same time

michael also talks about how he's been doing what he's wanted to do at AH for a long time, but there were some things he still couldn't do within the constraints the AH crew had put on themselves

while there will be some gameplay stuff on the dogbark channel, as mentioned in this episode and the channel trailer, they will primarily focus on live action content. trevor makes a point by saying that the style/theme in the trailer will "not be pervasive throughout the entire brand", and michael adds on to that by saying the trailer "is at 100, but every video won't be at 100"

michael and trevor make a point by saying that there will be more variety, as in "a dozen little formats", not necessarily like the shows/series they made at AH, with joe saying that they're not trying to "tie themselves down" to strict uploads and such, like they were when they were previously fitting into a mold at AH

trevor says that he has seen achievement hunter, and rooster teeth as a whole, having a unique challenge ahead of them. he refers to making content that appeals to an audience who had been following them since the early days while trying to also find new faces, both out there in the audience and internally at the company, in order for AH to stay around

he also points out how difficult it is to do that with a long-standing brand that has had different eras of content, since there would be an audience with differing expectations for them. with that, it became hard for the AH crew to balance said expectations with the authenticity they tried to show in the content they created. the crew has changed as people alongside their audience, and the stress that came with it was challenging

michael stresses that the group not only chose to make a new channel completely, they also had to fight for it for a while, and wanted to slow down on AH content before properly closing/archiving the channel to create dogbark. beyond the struggles of creating something new from scratch, they now have the challenge of preparing the audience for the jump from AH to dogbark while thinking about all the pros and cons before going forward

this week (the week of september 18th) and next week (the week of september 25th) are the last weeks of new AH content. after that, there will be a 1 or 2-day break before dogbark properly starts making new content on october 2nd. trevor feels like people will get a better idea of what dogbark is after a month or two of them uploading content

finally (subject to change, of course), they want to aim for full uploads every monday and friday, with patreon-like exclusive videos with rt first every wednesday and saturday. one of the confirmed things to expect is a first-exclusive podcast. the first week dogbark officially starts, all that content will be public as a sample of what to expect, and every week after that will follow that schedule

#trevor collins #michael jones #joe lee #achievement hunter #dogbark #off topic podcast #off topic ah #long post #i sort of threw out the order in which they talk about stuff #since they come back to some points a bit later on #it'd be a bit more confusing if i let it be #there may be more i could add in the post but it's probably better to watch/listen to the first ~1/3 of the episode #for example:#there's also a bit where michael says that it's nice for the group to have complete full ownership of something #and that genuinely made me so happy #ough... if only they still weren't under rt.....#like i said before. make of all of this as you will

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a-d-nox · 6 months

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a review of my 22nd solar return year

about a year ago, i made a predictions post for my year ahead and now here i am updating y'all with what actually happened as i previously suggested that i would! so let's jump into it - i pasted all my previous predictions in to this post for your reading ease!

1H IN LEO AT 3°

predictions: adventure, appearance, death of an aunt or uncle, grandparents, health, nation and its health, arrogance, bets, fainting spells, heart disease, politics, president, romance, royalty, social affairs, accuracy, activeness, anxieties, authors, books, logic, manuscripts, mentor, whispering, and wit. FINALLY SOME RECOGNITION! i feel like i may have some anxiety struggles and continuing health issues (i did get better this past year and i am still working on my health) BUT i have some hope that this may be my year. i have been trying to publish my manuscript since 2020 - i finally have found an english professor that actually wants more of me and my writing (he actually gave me a creative writing award before i graduated) and literary views so with luck i will have a mentor and a published novel. i also feel like i may be a bit popular this year (to say the least - yes; literally everyone wanted to talk with me after class, sit around me, do thinks over summer, etc.). the sun square as aspect still indicates me being me though - i'm abrasive (someone literally told me that i was intimidating and they thought i was plotting their murder before they actually got to know me) and literally only socialize when i must (bent my rule for sure). venus square asc too i don't feel like my first impression are gonna be that great or charming BUT THATS LIFE LOL. the pan sextile as is giving public panic attack vibes and i am not here for it... lastly that paris opposite asc - am i helen this year? possibly? if i decide to date, will people be unable to look away - DEFINITELY (literally so many people asked me if i was dating the dude that i was interested in because we were really close friends as well)! mostly because i never date (still don't i guess because it wasn't official) and everyone always "assumes that i'm already with someone." so it will definitely rock the boats.

what actually happened: this past year i feel like everyone was a bit more aware if my health - both mental and physical - and they were more understanding of my situation, thus more willing to help me. i feel like people liked me because of my openness and realness of my situation (though sometimes they found my irritability of the situation and my current feelings to be an annoyance). i was able to go out and do my thing and my friends were understanding of the locale choices and my limits there. i eventually had the ability to overcome my social anxiety a bit by presenting a paper i co-authored with other friends. it didn't get published but by the end of the school year i had all the english departmental awards - one of which was for creative writing. i did have a bit of a "dating or not dating" scandal where everyone was asking quite often if he and i were together too.

2H IN LEO AT 23° (contains abundantia)

predictions: budget, cash, voice, bets, courtship, astrology, society, and home. i feel like i never truly content with the 2h *shrug* - the fact that i have some aquarian influence with that degree feels like the universe giving me back up. it doesn’t matter what i do so long as i am happy - money matters but at the same time i’m young and stupid so it doesn’t matter. i sense having a lot of spare change and having a roaring 20s type of time - just fun and games. if the group is happy so am i. i feel like whatever it is i am doing to get money positively effects my home and societal status BUT it feels pretty up in the air as to how it will effect my social and romantic realm perhaps i will be paying for others giving abundantia’s presence here (kinda in the same vein were people feel awkward when a friend pays for your things or your lover takes you on a date and you grab the tab before they can? ya know?).

what actually happened: GUYS I'M ON BUDGETTOK!! i love budgeting and cash stuffing. i even have a google sheets for money tracking. the money is flowing in and it all started here when i started paid tarot readings, which then became paid astrology readings, and then became finding a part-time job (then i got a promotion there). money is good and all but as long as i can get what i want (like that tarot set that we did the dessert games with) i am cool with what's up financially! i do/did make people uncomfortable with how giving i am with the money i make (like i am buying christmas presents already and i am like "i'm almost done with your gifts" and everyone is like STOP WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALMOST).

3H IN VIRGO AT 18° (contains midas)

predictions: written agreement, savvy, dictionaries, novels, rumors, signatures, first aid, fingers, food storage, nerve specialist, and uterus afflictions. i feel great about the book indicators but horrifying by the health omens. not to mention the ruler being sickly virgo with abdominal issues and me having possibly DIE. seems like a hot and cold era. socially, i feel uprooted in terms of midas being here maybe as though i will be doing a lot of “short trips.” also as though socially i will receive both hate and adoration.

what actually happened: reading is nothing new for me, but this last year i was very technical like the virgo 3h would suggest (lots of tabs and even more footnotes). when i started working i had some hand/finger changes - bumps, calluses, blisters, pains, etc. (i feel like that a midas virgo thing?). but otherwise my abdominal/uterine pain was well managed with medication. i did go on a few shorter trips with friends - all the friends are nonexistent existent now though just like i predicted unfortunately.

4H IN LIBRA AT 19° (contains sun, mercury, venus, ambrosia, and aphrodite)

predictions: agriculture, ground, homestead, uterus, womb, art, love, music, poetry, unions, weddings, dead, reproductive systems, research, copper, surgery, ambition, power, wisdom, authors, book, confession, limericks, novelist, public speaking, companion, hope, hobbies, honeymoons, ovaries, and suitors. just wanna say could this be the year - a libra house with venus in it?? could i possibly be dating someone?? that would be a first. i feel like for sure i’m going to start gardening that’s the vibe of fourth house ambrosia - you are like a naturally a green thumb i have never gardened before but i already have pepper seeds!! i also have a weird feeling that maybe i won’t be publishing the book i thought i would but instead i will be publishing poetry (mercury conjunct venus, mercury 27°, and a heavy lean on libra energy for this house) which is not necessarily shocking. not to keep harping in “non-medical” houses but this one is the womb - i wonder if (sorry if this is over sharing) my gyn is gonna tell me i have to be on birth control and i get a cooper IUD (copper is venus and libra ruled). that would lowkey piss me off but ambrosia here makes me think maybe i’d feel better. aphrodite here makes me think with balanced hormones i’d be hot lmfao - or this could be another romance symbol with all the libra and venus energy going on.

what actually happened: i did indeed start my garden - AND IT FLOURISHED!!! i learned a lot about my garden and what i need to work on to make it better next year. but there was no wedding or death and the uterine problems were solved with little white pills and now i feel okay - but have some suspicions... on another note there were a lot of confessions from the person i thought would be more and those confessions did make it seem like he would be more at times. i even got confessions from others that were QUESTIONABLE.

5H IN SCORPIO AT 25° (contains moon and frigga)

predictions: magic, pelvis, poisonous plants, surgery, inflammation of womb, inflammation, pregnancy, romance, babies, breasts, childbirth, and fertility. i read this a part of my chart and go hm - pregnancy scare? endometriosis? raspberry leaf tea? endoscopy?? any way i cut it it seem sus??? or this could have to do with me writing poetry again considering the moon’s presence. frigg here makes me think of pregnancy because she’s the mother. but it could also suggest romantic promise!

what actually happened: i definitely went through some romantic fluctuations given the moon - BUT i would like to note that oddly he was a cancer (so is there a correlation between planets placed in the 5h and who you date that year? possibly? idk). i did have to deal with my fertility and start a birth control because my suspected DIE was causing me to be forced into stay home too often. when i got started on this birth control i did notice a lot of breast pain (scorpio is mars ruled and the this house starts at an aries degree - so i would think discomfort is pretty common). i am okay with it for now; as the alternative, it was suggested to turn off my hormones entirely which would force me into a pseudo-menopause... i do worry slightly after visiting my eye doctor in july that my taking a progesterone only (the only type of birth control i can really take) is causing PCOS (he found a cluster of blood vessels and said some scary things but among his list was pre-diabetes and PCOS often is due to increased testosterone and not enough estrogen which causes increased insulin (which is connected to pre-diabetes))... on a lighter note, i did have some poetry published this year and i did start writing more poetry again!

6H IN CAPRICORN AT 2° (contains pluto and huitzilopochtli)

predictions: doctors, healing, order, ashes, black, clocks, contraction, depression, limitations, politics, profession, beauty, copper, profit, voice, bladder, regeneration, and sex organs. i feel like this is like the last opportunity sign from the universe. i can get my shit together now and become my best self OR get really bad lol. it’s funny but it’s not because huitzilopochtli is just so energetic meanwhile we have contemplative, semi-hustler capricorn and slow moving pluto here - so this could go either way. given the ambrosia square saturn my best bet is likely food/diet. the square may indicate that i shouldn’t take it all upon myself to figure it out sooooo NOTED.

what actually happened: i saw a few new doctors this year (i even got a mineral hair test) all of whom are looking out for me - some say some scare sh!t though (thank you, pluto in the 6h). but generally this was a better year for me health wise - i didn't have as many mysterious leg bruises, i didn't feel like i gained or lost weight, i didn't have prescription change, etc. i did feel energetic, yet tired all year though with huitzilopochtli and capricorn in my 6h. i do feel like i am doing a lot of planning and such in my day to day life - like i have now started drafting and queuing posts for the month a month in advance and i also glammed up my google calendar - i do feel like my natal virgo mars still wants to keep plotting and planning though.

7H IN AQUARIUS AT 3° (contains saturn, amalthea, arachne, and paris)

predictions: art, boyfriend, books, communication, debates, intelligence, journalism, proofreader, studies, writing, cramps, freethinker, friends, society, ambitious person, blindfold, doom, doubt, long lasting friendship, ink, jealousy, monogamy, loneliness, possessiveness, cold, time, tragedy, tradition, and winter. the ruler is in the house :) perfect a relationship that is either gonna last or be toxic af considering it’s saturn lol. but we have to giggle little at this description he’s like paris - i’m the prettiest girl in his eyes, nurturing like amalthea, and talented like arachne. I KNOW WHO HE IS LMFAO - it’s the guy who sits next to me in class i am half curious if he is an aquarius. we are both nerds - he asked me to write a scholarly article with him. lol is that getting asked out? part of me says this connection is likely to further mature as winter sinks in.

what actually happened: there was no boyfriend, just a boy that took up the emotional real estate of what would be use for a boyfriend. we did communicate a lot and at the end of the day he was like we are just friends (thanks, aquarius 7h). he introduced me to the world of journalism though - as the editor he was very active. i wrote 5 articles in the 4 month span. while it was doomed from the start, he awoke something in me that i could have more and i could do more than what i was doing, so at the very least i can thank him for that. but i do feel like it was a bit convenient... we were around each other and he was curious of what i could be to him and by the end of the school year he was like "ehhh i don't want you, like you want me" - the summer was rough with the loneliness i felt after he stopped reaching out (immature it may be but i always take it intentionally when people don't reach out to me).

8H IN AQUARIUS AT 23° (contains kleopatra)

predictions: inheritance, occult, sex, sex organs, surgery, astrology, blood and circulation, cramps, and spirituality. kleopatra huh??? *smirk* looks like an intimate relationship. i don’t really feel like i need to say the stuff i have said before as i see similar words arise in this category/house.

what actually happened: nothing happen. i just got emotionally and mentally intimate with him.

9H IN PISCES AT 18° (contains jupiter, neptune, and chiron)

predictions: counselors, education, philosophical societies, long distance travel, university, writing, advisor, celebration, education, honor, luck, recommendations, writing, aesthetics, delusion, fantasy, fiction, mythology, poetry, editing, satire, studiousness, fictitious name, and self-undoing. this is my year - i’m gonna graduate, jupiter 0° is 100% the vibe. but as for the rest neptune could be writing now that i am in the english program it could be telling that i am getting into it-into it. refer to 7h i really am working with him to create a scholarly paper so :) it’s doing somethin’. the self-undoing may be my own fault in terms of anxiety :/ OH WELL WHAT ELSE IS NEW - i kid you not i’m not like “i have butterflies in my stomach” anxious i am “i skipped class tuesday-thursday this week because i got paranoid that i was going to vomit in my class in front of my peers and i wouldn’t recover from that” anxious.

what actually happened: i did graduate. and now i am on educational break (which i think is neptune and chiron involved - i think that it would be good for me to get a certification, a masters, or my MFA but i need to be more grounded than i currently am about getting any of those things). graduation was not the best, which i suppose is the chiron influence - there was a fair bit of drama (looking at you, neptune) about who was going and who i disinvited for my day. things got settled though and i got my awards and now i am free from the educational system in the first time in my life, considering i grew up in / going to daycare.

10H IN ARIES AT 19° (contains uranus and north node)

predictions: achievements, authority, career, cramps, curiosity, change, freedom, freelance, romance, freethinking, shock, writing, courage, energy, affection, companions, friendliness, partnership, and poet. i’m not getting a traditional job - i’m taking 6 months off to do whatever i want and that likely means freelance which is uranus vibes mixing with the libra degree. the freelance stuff could be very critical to me as a person as well as the forward movement in my careers to come. whatever it is has me talking and writing A LOT given the tight orb between the ruler mars and the planet mercury.

what actually happened: this is my freelance domain here - i opened readings - i have made since starting in july, around 500 USD which is pretty decent considering i do not charge a lot, nor do i offer readings consistently. i did not take off as much time as i thought i would because i had too much time to myself to think about what everyone who is still at my university is doing without me... i did not get a full-time remote position unfortunately though. but i do a lot of communication because i am a supervisor, so i am guiding people who i work with as well as customers (which is the house ruler aspecting mercury).

11H IN TAURUS AT 25° (contains mars, agamemnon, odysseus, and pan)

predictions: acquaintanceship, companionship, working ability, adventure, aggressor, ambition, challenge, chemistry, contest, fearlessness, fights, inflammation, love/passion, men, participation, courage, dancing, wealth, and voice. it’s gonna be an odd friendship year seems competitive given mars, pan, and agamemnon - all of these objects are competitive or have critical competitions within their myth. odysseus could indicate some travel with friends or becoming the last man standing - we should recall that odysseus came back home and only had two people who he could actually trust and having zero crew-mates left. given this is societal interaction house of things this could be a romantic or passionate light for me to stand in given - mars and taurus. the ruler in the 4h could indicate me being a hostess and opening my doors to others.

what actually happened: in terms of friendship, it has been a very challenging year. very quickly i learned that some of my "friends" weren't friends at all; perhaps we didn't know each other at all. i had a friend confess her feelings for my situationship then later say that a toxic part of her wants (inadvertently) him to be obsessed with her. i fell in love with my best friend (mars moments... and how still miss him despite the months of no communication). i had a group toss me out of their chat because they thought i did something i didn't even do. then attempt to immaturely defame my character. i feel horrible that they continue to seek out my downfall as they sometimes talk people into sending me screenshots of them bullying me in that chat in hopes of triggering me into responding. i hope all of them finds happiness one day, instead of trying to bring others down. i feel like the competitive/offensive nature was tangible in all these situations (shoutout to agamemnon and pan)... but more so i felt the odysseus placement here. i felt one thing after another lead me to realize that all i can trust is a very select few. and beyond that i can really only trust and rely on myself. a lot of people didn't have the best intentions towards me, nor did they really want to be my friend. their preference was to be intolerant of me and my personality (i'm not an easy person, i'm not perfect, but i'm not a monster and i am certainly not the snake some people believe i am).

12H IN CANCER AT 3°

predictions: anxiety, books, breathing, literature, manuscripts, restlessness, homemaking, and uterus. health anxiety. and escapism via reading, writing, and cookings lol YEP THATS ABOUT RIGHT LOL.

what actually happened: social anxiety is big for me lots of people don't take it seriously when i say i have it because i manage it well, but i found a great number of people who understood me this year when i said i have it... i was also an escapist writer this year, i often wrote when i was sad or mad instead of saying what was really going on and what i was feeling out loud (cancer / moon 5h vibes).

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xerith-42 · 2 months

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Redesign the Nine

[This post is very long. Just a heads up.]

I'm a member of the Jury of Redesign, proud member of fleshing out previously left to rot or forgotten content. It's a hobby. A passion. I have and will continue to go into entire novellas to describe the inter personal relationships of characters we know next to nothing about, but what about characters we know literally nothing about?

We know only 6 members of the total 9 that belong to the Jury. Technically seven if you include Garroth, but that last for like twelve seconds, that doesn't count. And one of them is only made known as a member in Rebirth (which I really like and I like Rebirth). That means there's three entire characters just waiting to happen! How have I never thought of this before?!

This idea really struck me when I was looking at the Jo9 wiki page and saw this comment

The rest of the comment goes on to their whole theory about Ein killing Blaze, but I am mostly against the idea of killing Blaze because nobody ever gives it enough story significance, weight, and meaning. Only I get to kill Blaze, you all lost your privileges.

That's not what's important though. What's important is that I actually love Teony and Ein. I think they're some of the most wasted Aphverse characters, and that's saying something considering how I literally never shut up about Blaze. So let's flesh them out in a... different setting.

Teony

I imagine Teony being in a very similar situation to Katelyn and Jeffory. She has someone she deeply cares about that Zane knows about and is threatening to put in danger. For Jeffory and Katelyn, it was family. For Teony, it's similar, but just a slight flavor different. A gay flavor different.

Teony belongs to a high ranking noble family in O'Khasis, like one step below the Ro'meave family. Originally the plan was for her to be married off to one of the Ro'meave heirs (probably Zane), but then she did something weird. She uhh... She started training to be a guard. And got strong enough fast enough that nobody could really stop her because Teony would just challenge them to a round of armed combat about it despite being literally 12.

So she was allowed to go to guard academy and go through full training. She was never going to be a lord, and she could still easily join the Jury and serve the same purpose with less arranged marriage. Also if they tried to arrange Teony into a marriage she might just pull a sword on them about it. She learned very quickly that her parents wouldn't be allowed to abuse or control her if they feared her. Caused a different kind of trauma compared to the other children of nobles.

And then she found out she was gay. While she was at the academy the person who was writing the Jury recruitment list was the newest member of the Jury herself; Ivy the Venom Scythe. Teony fell in unending sapphic love from first sight. Even if she had become wise to her parents controlling nature in search of power, she still respected and revered the Ro'meave family, and the Jury of Nine. She was set up for it, and she wanted that. And now that she was finally experiencing love for a member of the Jury of Nine.

As always, things in Teony's life were set up for perfection. And she was such an overachiever, are you kidding me? Top ranks in all her classes even though she didn't need to. She would half ass it sometimes and still get the highest scores on every test. When she put her all into something, there wasn't any competition. She was just showing off for Ivy, and she did not hide that in the slightest. Ivy was fully aware that Teony was not only showing off, she knew that Teony was in love, or at least lust with her. Teony is not subtle at all, it's just not a concept to her yet.

On the last day of her training at the academy, Zane Ro'meave himself shows up. I imagine Zane and Teony were almost sort of childhood friends. Zane didn't really like having friends, but he and Teony were personable and able to get along when they were forced to spend time together by their parents. He has a sort of fondness for Teony in a "I'll see where you're going with this" sense. He's heard how passionate she is about fighting and being a guard. And he knows it's not for a violent sake, but because of that nobility that is her bloodline and the baseline of her identity as a person.

She may be overzealous, she may be a know-it-all, she may be a show-off, but Teony always fights with honor. She always showers her classmates a great amount of dignity and respect when they fight her. To her combat is an art form, one that she takes very seriously. She won't attack unless provoked, and more often than not will just skip the talking it out phase and just jump to the dueling stage because that's the part she understands best.

She's autistic. That's what I'm saying. Teony is an autistic lesbian. Look at her go! However, Zane is terrible and evil and so is Ivy. When telling him the candidates, he brings up that Teony is a no brainier. Which is when Ivy tells him that Teony is in love with her and was fighting to earn her attention. She willingly threw away some of her nobility in the name of love. Which means she can do it again if provoked to.

What better way to provoke her than to give it to her and then threaten to take it away? Zane and Ivy literally manipulate Teony, putting her on the Jury, assigning her to work with Ivy, and Ivy starts actively feeding into it in a rather coy way just to drag her along. And right when Teony is ready to fess up, her parents show up at the Ro'meave manner. Teony remembers what they expect of her. That they don't know the truth about her.

She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt they'd disown her. Jury members aren't supposed to have family anyway. For a minute she thinks about outing herself to sever her ties. But then she learns that her mother is pregnant again. She... She has a little sister on the way. And if she cuts ties with her family now, she'll never get to meet her. She doesn't know Zane invited them at first, but when he talks to her later, she pieces it all together.

Zane says he'll let her family live, even let them be known as her family if she wants, but she isn't allowed to be with Ivy in any non-professional manner. Otherwise she'll give herself away, and while he doesn't exactly threaten it, Zane makes it very clear he will out Teony to her parents if she doesn't do as he orders from now until the end of time. It's then that Teony realizes she's trapped. She went from one gilded cage to another.

Until it got to be too much for her. Remember how Jeffory was apparently on the Demon Warlock Island in Gal'ruk? And it was literally never explained. What if he was there to find her? What if it became too much for Teony after meeting her sister, and she ran away? Zane doesn't know what happened when Teony met with her younger sister, but it was enough to shake her that she barely responded to Zane's taunting when she returned. And then she left that night.

Jeffory was sent to follow her trail. And he actually found her before she managed to break the Demon Warlocks curse. On a completely different continent, no guard escorts, and no way that Zane can hear them, they talk openly. They confide in one another. And they work together, as friends, to break the curse and get themselves back home. Teony moves to a different island in Gal'ruk, and tells Jeffory to give Ivy a letter the next time he sees her.

And he's not allowed to let it leave his hands unless it's Ivy taking it. No messengers. No leaving it somewhere she'll find it. Jeffory never learned the contents of that letter, but he did manage to deliver it to Ivy. Only she and Teony knows what's contained in those pages.

(Final note, idk what her funny anime villain name or her weapons would be. I would love council/jury/anyone to give input here. Same for the next member)

Ein

Ein being a big heroic softie is the best thing ever to me you don't understand.

Much like the doll anon, this anon changed my life. I love this idea so much. Listen, I like unrelentingly evil characters, just look at Zane. But that's the thing. Zane's already there. And so is Janus. And Ivy. And probably Lilian. And another character I've yet to get to. And even more characters when we get out of the Jury. We need more innocence that becomes corrupted in the Jury, everyone likes being evil too much.

So I want to make Ein a big ol' softie. He grew up in the Brightport Wolf Tribe with his best friend eventually turned lover Blaze. They mostly stayed within the confines of their tribe, which was small, but spacious enough for two wolf children prone to rough housing to get their energy sufficiently out. It was only when they were older that they started waking up to the... less than ideal circumstances of their relationship.

After being friends and being incredibly close and physically affectionate, when the two started thinking about mating and all that dumb romantic nonsense, it just made sense that they would be with each other in that way too. It's how they got through everything else in life. It was at the ruiner and creator of gay romances, that Irene forsaken Guard Academy that things got... worse.

Because Ein is definitely a very well rounded fighter. He's decently studious, wanting to keep up on speaking both the werewolf language and the more common language, and making sure that Blaze does the same. But Blaze finds these things to be dreadfully boring and doesn't put in more effort than Ein makes him. This is fine when they were kids and their plans weren't more ambitious than protecting their tribe. But their Alpha wanted to see if humans and werewolves could truly get along.

If anyone could prove that werewolves are just as human as they are, it would be these two dorks. But uhh, people are racist. And homophobic. So it doesn't go great. Couple that with the fact that the academy prioritizes individual excellence over collective greatness and suddenly things are just doomed to go wrong for these two. Ein naturally excels, and Blaze who's used to having someone to rely on starts falling behind without the consistent support system.

That was his emotional support nerdy jack of all trades boyfriend! How could you take that away from him? And Ein is stripped of his absolutely pure of heart dumb of ass boyfriend. They don't even get to stay in the same bunks as each other, and barely have any classes together. It's just awful. But Ein finds... something else. After doing particualrly well on a certain test, one of the teachers pulls him aside and tells Ein he might be able to qualify for the Jury of Nine position. Or at least be their bench warmer.

Ein's ambitions in life never went too far beyond the borders of their childhood home. He was the one who always pressured Blaze into going further than they were allowed, but Blaze was easily convinced anyways. But Ein was always an ambitious person. He just didn't know enough about the world to realize them. The highest he'd ever gone was thinking "Wow, it'd be cool to be the Alpha." And like that's it.

Suddenly he's told that if he somehow gets better than he already is he could hold one of the highest positions in the entire fucking continent. It's a no brainier. He has to go for it. He doesn't realize it means he's only being further isolated, pulled away from his few meet ups with Blaze to study, to practice, to do something that only a top student does and a near drop out student doesn't.

In fact the last time they see each other is, like with Teony, the day before the Jury posting for their class. Ein is sure he's on that list. Maybe not the top spot, but defiantly in the top five. Just as he's about to go introduce himself to Zane Ro'meave, try and make a good impression to sweeten his chances, he gets intercepted by Blaze.

Who just hands him a letter. And he whispers a single word under his breath as he's leaving; "Goodbye."

Ein reads the letter immediately, heartbroken to read that Blaze flunked out and is going back home without him. Blaze says he's proud of Ein for being able to go so far, and hopes he gets on the Jury. Ein knows he's lying. He tries to chase after Blaze, to try and make it up to him, but then suddenly Zane's there. He's caught Ein in a dangerously vulnerable moment, and while Ein manages to recover, he never gets the chance to wipe the tears from his eyes.

He never learns what rank he got on the Jury list. Just that he was one of the two who were filling vacant seats from this class. It's painfully bitter sweet. It's everything Ein wanted, but he realized that he never made room for Blaze in these dreams of grandeur. He tried to help Blaze at first, but Blaze eventually rejected his offers. And Ein couldn't even blame him. He'd been ignoring and neglecting the most important relationship in his life. And if Ein keeps going down this path, he realizes he'll destroy it even more.

In spite of that, he accepts the invitation and starts working as a Jury member for Zane. One month into his stay at the Ro'meave Manor as Zane's personal body guard, Zane asks him an odd question. A name he's apparently heard Ein muttering to himself and in his sleep. "Blaze."

Ein tries to say it's nothing, just an old friend he was thinking of reaching out to. That's when Zane makes it clear that Ein has absolutely no control here. Because he saw what happened between them. He asks if this old friend happened to be the one that gave him "that love letter". Ein tries to find it where he keeps it tucked into his armor, but Zane is holding it. He knows everything. And he's known the entire time he's had Ein in the Jury. It was all a test of loyalty.

If he reaches out to Blaze, he will fail. And again, Zane doesn't directly state what the penalty is, but he makes it abundantly clear that it's death for both Ein and Blaze. Ein was always easiest controlled when he was isolated. After this he was only paired up with two members of the Jury Zane trusted enough. Lilian, and the last member of the Jury. We'll get to him in a second.

As a result, Ein desired but never sought freedom. He knew Blaze was capable of a great life, he had a future, and was probably going on incredible adventures without him. He never forgot where he came from, and who he accidentally left behind. When Zane and Lilian disappeared... Ein was set free. His leash was just dropped for the first time. Mr. Mysterious wasn't even there to pick it up.

And he ran straight home.

There's only one threat that's unknowingly standing in the way of Ein's happiness. And his name is

Zachary the Plague

Nobody knows where the title came from. They don't want to. Zachary is one of the oldest members, sometimes referred to as the "shadow member" of the Jury. He's rarely seen, and scarily little is known about him.

And that's because he doesn't directly work for Zane. Unlike the others, who were all put under Zane's command after the other Ro'meave heirs died, Zachary stayed under the command of Garte. He did work for Zane here and there, Garte didn't get out much and was content to leave it all to Zane. And Zachary took a liking to Ein when they met, and when he requested that Ein train under him for some time, Zane wasn't in a position to object.

The only people who would be able to give more insight into Zachary are Garte, Janus, and Ein. Garte won't talk. Ever. Zachary is his most trusted guard, and that is all anyone needs to know. Janus just says they respect Zachary. It says enough given what it's known that Janus values. Ein freezes when he hears the name. Even when he says it.

He's only told Blaze what he knows, and neither one will willingly give up this information. He's a quiet fear in the back of Ein's mind, but Zachary stayed with Garte. Even when Zane disappeared, he stayed with Garte. He was never relieved of his duties officially or unofficially. The reason he abandoned Ein is because Garte told him to. He always followed orders.

It's unknown where he or Garte are now.

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Simon and Betty, Change, and Acceptance - my thoughts on their story

(F&C and AT spoilers under the cut!!) (long post warning)

So obviously a big thing throughout the finale was learning to understand just how important letting the past go is.

Simon and Betty were no doubt hopelessly in love with one another, and though it's freaking adorable, you begin to notice how all the Simon and Betty-centric episodes of the main series, without fail, feature Betty making some kind of sacrifice or bending herself over backwards for Simon's sake. And it wasn't as clear back then, since Simon wasn't himself for majority of the episodes (I think the only time where he wasn't Ice King in the present day would be in "Betty"), but it's definitely something that settles in the back of your mind. This is a pretty nice setup for what happens in F&C.

Now fast forward to F&C's eighth episode "Jerry", where we get a LOT of Petrigrof scenes in the form of flashbacks. When I first saw it, I thought it was adorable and wonderfully ideal. But even then, there were still a couple things that rubbed me the wrong way, though I couldn't quite place it then. During my second watch, I started to pick up on hints that maybe their relationship wasn't as perfect as the show previously portrayed it to be. There may be more, but here are the ones I can think of off the top of my head:

Betty readily tossing her 6-month trip aside in a momentary decision to go on an expedition with Simon (who, let's be honest, invited her in a semi-joking manner and didn't expect her to say yes) despite really only being acquaintances at best at the time

She also gave Simon all the credit for finding the Enchiridion, and I actually expected him to insist on Betty getting some credit a little more than he actually did

She tosses her 6-month trip away AGAIN the moment Simon shows up- her roommate(?) also placed a lot of emphasis on not letting her miss her bus, and yet she did in the end anyways

☆When Fionna asks if Simon went on the trip with her, Simon's surprised and confused. He didn't seem to consider it as a possibility at the time, not out of malice, just that it never actually crossed his mind

And throughout all of these, notice that Betty's essentially throwing her research opportunity and even her career's future away over and over again because she wants to be with Simon, and Simon never objected or told her that she should go for that trip, so why not? And you can see from the fourth point that Simon kinda just never thought about it like that, so if he didn't notice, then of course he didn't stop her. In this subtle way, Betty was unintentionally encouraged to sacrifice more and more things for him.

This is still reflected even as she to loses herself to MMS (magic, madness, and sadness), continuing all the way until her ultimate sacrifice of merging with Golb at the end of AT.

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That was Betty's side. Now let's look at Simon's progress throughout the finale a little more. I think that Casper and Nova (the storybook, not just the episode) was used really well to represent Simon and Betty's situation, specifically from a third-person point of view. It served as a major factor towards Simon's epiphany moment, especially since it bore so many similarities to him and Betty, allowing him to finally understand what it was like on Betty's end as well.

Casper and Nova was a choose your own story adventure novel (or at least the video gamey futuristic version of one), and the nice thing about that is how it lets Simon make his own decisions. And what he essentially does is repeat what he did with Betty all over again, even though he didn't realise it at first.

"No do-overs with this book, I guess"

I'd like to bring your attention to this part. When Simon wants to pick the other option when his first choice didn't work out, the book doesn't let him, and what's done is done. Sound familiar?

"I don't want any of those things to happen; I like Nova! There should be more choices!"

"Well, maybe there would be, if you hadn't picked Casper's options every time."

Aaaaaand cue epiphany. Simon realises that throughout the relationship, he was always put first. But just like Beth said, it wasn't necessarily Casper's (and by extension his) fault. Yet Simon agrees that he could have been more considerate.

When he's given a chance to relive a crucial moment in their story, he acts differently due to his prior grand realisation. And yet, he never gets on the bus. He knows that no matter how he would have handled it in the present, that isn't what he did in the past, and that's that. Same as the story of Casper and Nova- no do-overs.

And yeah, that sucks. But look here.

Simon's sending Betty- his Betty, not Golbetty- off, properly this time. This is their goodbye. And immediately after, he sees Golbetty on that bus instead of Betty. He's accepted that his Betty is gone.

If he had just realised the extent of Betty's sacrifices, he would've intervened because the last thing he wants is to do that to her since he loves her dearly, and then things would've been different. Maybe if he had gone on that trip with her, he would've never even found the crown. But he didn't realise, and it's too late now. They've both made their choices and mistakes- not in loving each other, but in the sort of inequality of it all, even while wholly unintentional. But regardless, there's no way to undo them, and there's nothing else they can do about it but move forward.

This doesn't necessarily mean forgetting the past ever happened- they were a massive part of each other's lives. They'll still love each other, and think about each other, and miss each other. But the difference is that they've accepted that they're just no longer the same people they were before, and that's okay.

Simon won't get his fiancée back. Betty isn't really Betty anymore, and will never be again. They've both learned to accept that change. A fatal flaw in Betty's character back in the original series was refusing to accept the Ice King, instead viewing him and not just the crown as something that's stopping her from getting her Simon back. And we all know how that turned out.

Simon and Betty won't ever be together like they were before again. Though devastating, things like these, at the end of the day, are a part of life. The important thing is that they were both able to learn from these experiences and continue on with the cards they have been dealt, and that's exactly what they did; with Betty's new duties as GOLB (or maybe even possible reincarnation as some have been theorising) and Simon finally seeking help (thank god he realised that being a living exhibition wasn't the best idea) and accepting the life he was put into.

Simon's not gonna just magically be better, and that's okay. Little by little, he's gonna move on from the past and learn to enjoy life again , and I think the realism in the way it's portrayed is absolutely beautiful.

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #this is essentially an essay ngl #there is SO MUCH MORE i want to talk about but if i start i'll never stop #idek if this makes sense so i apologise if im being repetitive anywhere #also if you want to know more or just like talk about the finale more PLEASE DM ME I LOVE TALKING TO PEOPLE #adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #fionna and cake spoilers #adventure time spoilers #ice king #betty grof #petrigrof

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If The Series Had A Reboot, Piper Might Have Imani's Role

I was thinking about if the series had a reboot, where a third generation of Mysticons were chosen. I have an earlier post about it, but I didn't explore one aspect of it: References to the OG Mysticons.

In the series, Imani Firewing was the only OG Mysticon seen, to the point that the others don't even have canon names. And while this did make sense, due to the Dragon Mage being the leader, I think if the series continued, it would be cool to show another Mysticon. And I personally believe that Piper would be a good choice.

The main reason for this is the fact that Piper is an elf, so she lives longer. I don't think she would be alive at the reboot, because if the reboot begins 1000 years after the start of the actual series, then Piper would be the equivelant of a 109 year old human (1000 years means Piper ages 100 years, and she was 109 when the series began). While it is possible to live that long, it's not common. However, Piper might have a close relative (child or grandchild) alive at this time. And that relative would likely be more focused on telling stories about the Mysticon they're related to, which is Piper.

The second reason is that Piper would be a good Mysticon to feature in the reboot is because she has less merchandise under her name. She did not get a battle gear set or a chapter book. So, it would be nice to give her attention another way.

The problem with this idea is that the OG Striker wasn't alive with Imani, despite the fact that the OG Striker was an elf as well. This suggests the OG Striker passed away somehow, either in battle or another cause (I mentioned a terminal illness when I explored what happened to the OG Mysticons, but I have no basis for that. It was just one idea). However, there is nothing saying that the Dragon Mage has to be the last surviving Mysticon.

I don't think that the other Mysticons will be as forgotten as the OG Mysticons were. As this would be a reboot, fans of the New Mysticons may have previously been Mysticons fans. Because of this, they likely would show Arkayna, Em, Zarya, and Piper, and mention them by name at least once.

#Mysticons #Potential Reboot #Piper #Piper Willowbrook

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A continuation of the previous ask

Has Stefan compelled Elena? It sounds kind of wild but maybe. Klaus seems to be in Elena's conscious mind more and more often? Lol. There is only so much self denial she herself is capable of . Also did Klaus frown when they brought up the fact that she had been in Chicago previously because he kind of wanted to show her the world. Is that why he agreed to have them both be brought over. I doubt Rebekah has much influence over him when he is so jealous of her for having what he desires and needs at this point he probably was just paranoid that Elena and Stefan will start an affair if left unattended. I mean history doesn't favor Elena's fidelity in those case in his eyes, I mean he left her alone with Tyler and Rebekah at different points in time and look how that turned out. It would KILL HIM if she and Stefan developed something like this. And the way he glances at Elena when Stefan brings up the fact that he had already taken everything from him. Like I am not kidding I melted into a puddle, just because of this one small gesture. 😅 no wonder my bookshelf is filled with dark romance. Like Klaus is a red flag but I am colorblind. Also Elena being a delusional pouty princess thinking that Klaus would always go back to Stefan and that he had never spoken affectionately to her like he does with his so called brother. LIKE GIRL HE IS JUST A DISTRACTION. YOU ARE THE REAL DEAL. And then Klaus and Stefan both sit in front of her and start talking about Damon . My heart literally cracked 💔 I can't imagine how much our protagonist has gone through. She is such a strong person for having survived it all. Almost all of us would Crack if we just have 1/10th of the trauma that she has. Isn't kinda wild that I am still rooting for Klena despite everything Klaus had put her through.

Also the cigarette scene leaves me wondering what he had been about to say to her before she cut him off. Maybe about Jeremy or mystic fall gang. Also the fact that Elena feels that she couldn't ask anyone about the gang us maybe false. Would Kalus answer her if she outright asked him about them? I mean he brought up the topic so he didn't intend to keep her in the dark.

Also the most important spoiler of the chapter I feel is the silver car after which Stefan accelerates and reaches Chicago very early on. 🤔 Who was driving that car. Was it Kol? Damon ? I legit googled which car Damon drove 😳 .

Also is Stefan lying to Elena. Like he obviously lied when he said that Klaus doesn't care to. However, what does this even mean , " Even your thoughts aren't yours. " And also the two instances where he seemed to be able to pick right off what Elena was thinking.

Also I like the little detail when Rebekah bites Elena and the wound does not heal which implies that she doesn't have any vampire blood in her system.

I feel like something is going to happen with the silver car. Rebekah's cryptic comment about The nostalgia of a farewell. I am very confused by these Easter eggs but I really don't think I am looking too much into it.

You know previously in one of your posts u mentioned that Klaus wasn't actually aware of the fact that Elena has feeling for Damon buy maybe he now suspect that that love is not as one-sided as he thought, hoped.

" She realizes all at once that Klaus is watching her. Watching her, while Stefan watches him."

" Because he is obsessive" " Guess who the object is? "

" Klaus doesn't so much as look at her the rest of the night."

Our girl is also suicidal again. I like that the mental health depection is so honest in this fic. Because the road to healing is so long even in the most optimal environment and Elena's environment just sucks. Also water seems to really define her . I mean she once almost died in the lake in mystic falls, had her first suicidal attempt in Mississippi, 2nd in the bathtub, and 3rd now in the pool. I think that pulled her put was Klaus, also there is probably an upside of being compelled by him, because she doesn't remember anything after it until she sees Rebekah which is very odd. Did Kol pull her ought of the water ? 💧 maybe 🤔. Whose body was at the bottom of the pool. A victim? Vampire.

Sorry If this is all over the place but that's how my thoughts are right now. Just wanted to share it.

well, as for what compulsions Elena may be under-- read and find out! but I would say the dreaminess of the chapter could also be read as a state of almost disassociation-- it's all very surreal to Elena to look back and see where she is now by comparison. But the compulsion topic-- and whether Klaus or Stefan or anyone else has controlled her thoughts lately-- was definitely a huge theme to the chapter.

I think Klaus frowned when it was revealed Elena actually had been to Chicago because he reads it as a mistruth from her-- another lie he's caught her in. He's still sensitive on that topic when it comes to Elena.

Hmm I think Rebekah actually does still have influence with Klaus. Their history is so long. He can be unsatisfied by his present situation and still have special feelings reserved for Rebekah. He certainly still considers her his in a very particular way. And he agreed to bring Stefan which both he and Rebekah knew would mean bringing Elena because he's lonely. He probably did want Elena there too but couldn't bring himself to admit it. Or-- bringing Stefan gave him an excuse to summon her as well-- an excuse to himself.

I am so glad you're still on team klena after all this-- it's a slow burn from hell in this fic, but every relationship in some way reflects back on the main ship, you know? because there is a main ship

the colorbllind comment really cracked me up 😂

I think the thing about Elena not having anyone to ask about her loved ones in Mystic Falls is probably an example of unreliable narrator

the thing about Stefan saying things like "even your thoughts aren't yours" is that it's as true for her as it is for them-- they are ultimately both susceptible to and victim to the whims of the originals they live with -- it's a dark form of sympathy

and the Easter Eggs will make sense very soon. the nostalgia of a farewell indeed. 🥚

the end note is interesting-- I'm not sure she's even suicidal-- her compulsion to live would have kicked in if that were the case-- just-- sometimes she is drawn to dangerous situations and she doesn't even register how dangerous they are until she's well in it -- but I agree, her mental health is all over the place.

I think realistically she was under water for an extremely short period of time-- but she was in a weird place mentally and emotionally and got pulled out of the water before she could be under for too long-- like, she was overly passive and comfortable in the water, which is... typical.

#anonymous #fairytale ending

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axewchao · 11 months

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Thanks for the birthday wishes, frens.

I would've replied to them the moment I got them, but I was on vacation with my folks and the WiFi provided was... shitty, for lack of better word. To the point where all I could do both here and on dA was lurk.

There's another reason as to why I've been quiet here, and that's because I recently had to say goodbye to my dog.

I'll stick the full story under a readmore.

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I've been struggling with finding a way to say this without making it seem like I'm just... dumping it all on y'all. But it's not exactly something you can dance around, and it probably shouldn't be danced around.

And I didn't want to just pretend to be perfectly fine online, either. Even the idea of trying that just feels... wrong.

So... I will just say it.

I'm putting extra gaps here for emphasis that this is not pleasant talk. If you're uncomfortable with talk of lost pets, please scroll away/hit the back button/leave this post now. I'll add some squiggly lines to act as one last warning.

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I know I haven't mentioned her very much online, but Zira, my beloved poodle and dearest friend for the last 14 years... was put to sleep the day before my birthday.

It broke my heart, but it had to be done; she was old, she had health problems, and the vet said she wouldn't make it by the time I came home.

I wasn't even able to say goodbye to her. Unless a "be good, doggo." counts as I dropped her off for boarding about an hour before I was given the... news.

I was left unresponsive for the rest of the 8th and most of the 9th. It wasn't until my aunt (who previously owned one of Zira's littermates and lost him to similar circumstances a few years prior) took a moment to talk to me that I finally cracked, letting out everything I was bottling up. Had it not been for her reaching out, I probably would still be in a silent state even now, unable to do anything other than lie down and cry because Zira was gone and it felt as though no one else gave a shit beyond obligatory "I'm sorry"s.

I soon learned how wrong I was in that last regard, as I eventually talked about it with my mother who, much like her daughter, isn't one for crying regularly. To actually see her upset to the point of tears over Zira's fate despite almost never interacting with her... it... I'm not sure how to put it, but it was relieving to know that my mom really did care, both about how I felt and about Zira in the end.

Zira was... well, I didn't call her my "fuzzy baby child" for nothing. She meant everything to me, and to think that starting today, I'll be coming home without her there to greet me, to lie at the end of my couch while I sleep, curl up beside me while I draw, or even so much as hear those cute little snores she made while napping... it just hurts. More than I've ever felt in my life.

I can feel myself tearing up as I type, so... I guess I should finish this off. I'm home now, and have already visited the animal hospital to retrieve the collar and bandanna Zira was wearing, which the vet was kind enough to hold onto per my request. Alongside those were a card with Zira's paw print, and a picture of my girl.

I don't know when I'll start posting again, but I'll try not to take too long. And I'll continue to lurk and talk here and there, if only sparingly.

To those who read this to end, I thank you for for your time.

And to those who still have fuzzy (or scaly/feathery) baby children of their own... Cherish them. Give them as great a life as you can, and when the time comes for them to leave... Do what my aunt told me to do; hold onto the memories of them while they were alive. It still hurts, especially since I lost Zira so recently...

But my aunt's not wrong. Because after I cry over seeing Zira's stuff, I find myself remembering my fuzzy baby child fondly, and smile when I thought I no longer could.

#axewchao chitchat

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I don’t even think that Aegon II can be compared to Maegor. Sure, both are usurpers, rapists, tyrannical, cruel, and extremely violent, but Maegor was highly intelligent, and while he was brutal beyond words prosecuting his war against the Faith, it was genuinely a war, one started by the Faith no less, who were openly trying to overthrow the entire Targaryen dynasty because of their practice of incest.

There also the fact that his brother’s way of ruling, while undeniably less violent, only led to divisions and the weakening of royal authority. His tactics, while creating severe long term problems, did stabilize and centralized the Crown within King’s Landing, and it can still be argued that the amount of violence and war he had against many of the houses bled away enough of the other houses and families power that his reign did more to solidify the Targaryen rule then his brother’s did.

Jaehaerys and Alysanne managed to push through their incestuous marriage in part because Maegor had previously suppressed much of the most violent opposition to Targaryen rule and customs. Notably, Jaehaerys and the subsequent kings declined to reverse his outlawing of the Faith Militant.

His drastic solutions bore fruit repeatedly down the years: particularly post-dragons. Cersei finds out first-hand why he had such a severe and unrelenting policy regarding the Faith Militant.

And it was in his reign that the construction of the Red Keep was completed. (The royal apartments are housed in the holdfast that continues to bear Maegor’s name.)

Ultimately, Maegor was a truly appalling man but not a completely incompetent or ineffectual ruler, unlike Aegon II.

I already expressed my thought about Maegor HERE, but not in further detail.

I wouldn't go so far as to say "highly intelligent" for Maegor. He wasn't necessarily stupid, but he also didn't have the intelligence or cunning that I'd say either Jaehaerys or Alysanne had. He didn't seem able to come up with cunning, nonviolent ways to suppress the Faith first, which isn't weak (Doctrine of Exceptionalism, after all) or use some mixture as a first resort, AND he couldn't right after he came into power because of Aenys' blunders, allowing the Faith's power to grow after Aenys refused to use any sort of substantive countermeasure, hard or soft power. Aenys lacked ruthlessness and fortitude and was unwilling to lose public favor, thinking that was enough to keep him on the throne or hold power. If everyone "likes" you, they want you to continue to be their leader, yes?

But Maegor's special brand of cruel violence didn't stay towards the Faith, it also extended towards the family overall it was always his first move. It got him only fear from people, when to rule you need people to respect your ability to rule without fearing that the next day you will kill them for just protesting against an already morally questionable action. did Tyanna kill his second wife, Alys yes. Why did Alys AHrroway and her entire house have to die, though, even if Alys had affairs? And the violence done to Tyanna--cutting out her heart when coupled with the fact that he himself ignored her (despite her being his mistress of whispers for some time and serving him else wise), is impurely intolerable.

Though I agree that, ironically, his "work" against the Faith was necessary and lasting (though the last part because his successor chose to continue to suppress the Faith's ability to say much about what Targs can do concerning the Valyrian incestuous marriage), like Aegon II, who dealt with the Shepherd as what needed to be done, Maegor killed such people for his own agenda of dominance and he did it with no balance of other tactics to inspire real loyalty or get people to at least trust he wouldn't destroy them. In that, the two can be compared and made parallels. He ruled with too much fear.

Obviously, it was objectively better for the dynasty that such zealotry be put down and for this territory to be less influenced (even a little) by Seven tenets, it's worth it as well to point out that Maegor was more than willing to take advantage of the patriarchal sense in the Seven/Andal traditions. Ironically, it is the fact that since Andal traditions prioritize male power and male virility over much else, Maegor took advantage to do as he wished and marry Alys Harroway for the sake of continuing the Targ lineage...and doing it through himself.

Yes, he named Aerea as his heir, but that was expedient for his own goals instead of a trust in her or belief in her right to rule. As was marrying her mother/his niece Rhaena to him forcibly. And his treatment of his wives at their inability to birth male heirs, heirs at all, from him showed his own acts of suppressing those around him--especially his female relatives/companions--for himself Visenys was physically and politically safe from him, but he didn't have as much regard for her as we'd want from someone who actually leads a people: he left her sword, Dark Sister, to hang in Dragonstone after Aenys gave (stupidly) gave him Blackfyre, the king's/monarch's sword. Aegon didn't hurt Alicent, nor did he dismiss her in such a clear act, but he also did not/would not take her nor other councilors' advice or strategies in his paranoid impatience. Which displays the same sort of male entitlement buttressed by Andal uber-male prioritization. And yet, both men were able to ascend because their mothers brought them in.

The Dance was also a war, anon. One that spanned almost as many years as Maegor's wars with the Faith/HS. It is also a "genuine" war.

You will not hear from me any favor for the Faith religion. Maegor's war with the Faith definitely happened because it/the then High Septon would not accept: Aenys marrying his children together; Maegor marrying other women and refusing to keep Ceryse Hightower--the High Septon's relative--as his only wife/Queen Consort; and overall Valyrian practices from gaining precedence over the ruling family. Maegor's polygamy and later incest/dominance vs Rhaenyra's bid for the throne/dominance, however, are two different things with their own moral significances for both Westeros and the Targ dynasty.

At the same time, he, Aegon, and Rhaenyra all went to war for their own interests and not for a grander, altruistic goal to protect the realm or the innocent, as Dany does for slavery in Essos. All three contended with Andal traditions and Andal figures who wished for their own cultural/religious identities, privileges, principles, and positions to influence or subdue the Targ's Valyrian's for their own gain.

Again, simultaneously: Rhaenyra, as a woman who pressed to ascend, fought for herself in a world that sought to deny her that basic feudalist/monarchial privilege. It isn't about absolute or feudal monarchy being a good or bad thing (because with war showing how obvious that is), so much about the cultural importance of a woman causing change by continuing to press for autonomous power of her own which her society could grant a person. With Maegor's war, yes that had its own cultural significance that you already explained.

Maegor contributed, ironically, to Targ assimilation into Andal culture, even by just denying one or two women in his house autonomy, as it set up and made it easier for Jaehaerys to himself use female exclusion to strengthen his own rule/claim. He was also too brutal and never balanced that with the sort of soft power & manipulation Jaehaerys excelled at...because he was adamant at trying to lay claim to the throne above all else. To the point where he also divided the dynasty...which is not good for a dynasty.

#asoiaf asks to me #maegor i #maegor the cruel #maegor targaryen #maegor i's characterization #fire and blood characters #aegon ii's characterization #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra's characterization #aegon ii #character comparison #asoiaf #fire and blood

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itsjessicahomann · 11 months

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Hey there, fellow art enthusiasts and creative souls! Today, I wanted to share a little personal journey that has taken me by surprise. You see, for as long as I can remember, I've always identified myself as a writer. Poetry has been my creative outlet, my way of expressing emotions and thoughts that can't be contained within mere words. But little did I know that there was a whole other artistic side of me waiting to be discovered.

It all started one day when I found myself intrigued by graphic design, and before I knew it I was creating everything and anything digitally. This ignited a spark within me, but differently this time. I suddenly had a burning desire to learn to draw...by the book - so I set out to purchase a ton of drawing books and this was just the beginning

So, armed with curiosity and a blank sheet of paper, I embarked on a journey into the realm of drawing. Now, let me tell you, I had never really drawn anything beyond simple doodles and fashion pieces. I couldn't even draw a stick figure without it resembling some abstract creation. But something urged me to give it a try.

Since that I did I was able to figure out what the issue was previously, I didn't try, and I didn't put in the effort nor did I have the spark of interest to light the fire that has since arose. I went on to everyone, I can't draw but I can write!

I picked up my pencil and began to sketch. Slowly, timidly, the lines took shape, forming the outline of a person. It was my first attempt at drawing a human figure, and let's just say it wasn't perfect. But you know what? That imperfection held a beauty of its own. As I continued to explore this newfound passion, I realized that art was not just about capturing a perfect likeness; it was about expressing oneself, just like writing. Each stroke became an extension of my emotions, a visual poetry of sorts.

Through practice and embracing mistakes, I realized my potential to create art.Now, as a writer and emerging artist, I stand at the tip toes of a thrilling artistic journey. Art knows no boundaries or limitations; it's a boundless realm where creativity flourishes.

In this new chapter, I'm excited to share my poetry and artwork—a fusion of words and visuals that reflect my unique expression. I am so excited for this adventure of self-discovery and artistic exploration. Let's celebrate growth, uncover hidden talents, and embrace the surprises art brings.

Keep creating, push your boundaries, and embark on new artistic journeys. Who knows what hidden potential lies within you?

Whats next: I downloaded Clip Studio Art because I obsessed with the digital world

This was my very first attempt as mentioned in the post, I love her #idc #sheissocute #emergingartist #roughdraft #followme

Stay Tuned Beautiful Bloggels 🛍️

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#artwork #art #draft 1 #drafts #scetch #my art #i love her #i love her sm #she cute #rough draft #cant wait to see it #digitally #follow #folllowme #emergingartist #watercolor #illustration

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Can you tell more about 'Chłopiec z gitarą' but Luisco, fanfiction from Spanish lessons, Dark!Avalor, and all of marvel ones?

Aasjkajsaksj sure

"Chłopiec z gitarą" as you probably know is a Polish song but I'll link it for the foreigners. The singer basically sings how what she wants in a boy(friend) is just for him to play the guitar and since some of the lyrics are literally "Even if there was/A prince or a higher noble/I'd never join my life with him/Unless besides the title he'd have/A guiter and would play it" and we know that both Francisco and Luisa play the guitar, and he's a noble... I've connected the dots. And imagine how funny it'd be if Luisa had previously brushed Francisco off as just "some pompous noble" but later fell in love because of his music skills?

Luísa huffed, still fuming from her interaction with the previous client. She took a deep breath, straightened her apron and finally answered: "Some noble. Extremely pompous and extremely irritating." "A noble? What did he want? He didn't look exactly like a client." "Yeah, because he wasn't. He just… came to invite me to tonight's dance."

"Fanfiction from Spanish lessons" is called this way because I've started writing it on the front of my Spanish notebook XD The core idea is that Luisa is cooking a recipe from a cookbook she has after her mother, who got it after her mother and it brings back a lot of her memories. At one point though, Esteban enters the kitchen, at first worried because she's crying, but later asks if he can help her cook. Of course Luisa doesn't want to agree at first, but she was just reminescing the times when her grandchildren were little and everything was easier and so convinced by nostalgia she lets him stay. After a moment Isa and Elena also find themselves in the kitchen and finally, when the food is almost ready Francisco enters as well, absolutely offended that they're spending family time without it! It was supposed to follow a recipe for a dish I've found online (since I sadly don't know any Latin American dishes first hand) and intertwined with many, many retrospections.

Okay this fragment is a little long but I'm so proud of this scene.

"I'll miss living here," she said to her mother who had just entered the room. "You both will always be welcome here mijita, it'll always be your home," she said, pulling her daughter into a half hug. "But now you should go, and start your own." Luisa unwittingly rubbed the wedding ring, still so unfamiliar on her finger but so pleasant. "And as your abuela used to say," her mom continued, smiling softly at her. "There isn't a good home…" "... without good food" Luisa finished. She could hear her abuela's voice in her head. "That's why I want you to have this." Her mom broke from the hug and pulled out the notebook seemingly out of thin air. Luisa gasped and covered her mouth with both her hands. "Mamá, I can't take it…" "Your abuela started this notebook when she married your abuelo, then gave it to me when I married your papá," She explained, putting the notebook in Luisa's hands. "Now it's your turn to have it." Luisa closed her in a tight hug. "I love you, mamá." "I love you too, mijita."

As for "Dark!Avalor"... this is one story I'm almost sure I won't ever write x) The basic idea spawned once on the discord server, as a fun Reverse/Dark AU and honestly brainstorming it all was extremely fun, but when one would try to actually write it... well I realized the story would be too dark so headcanons in the groupchat it shall stay.

Thank you for this second ask! I'll put the marvel ones in a seperate post, cause this one is already extremely long.

WiP list

#my post #answering asks #wip list ask game #eoa #lucy-shining-star

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A really long post on stars of devil land who seem to express the end of the world or something close to it...

The devil is making writing about this topic seem like a chore and really difficult but I'm gonna try to do it anyway...

There are a few figures the devil has said are figures where he is exposed as who cannot really go on with this reality. My soulmates and I notice what seems to us like five or six people who give off a bad feeling that it seems only we would feel, three of whom (Lil Dicky, Issa Rae and Kid Cudi) we think represent this reality supposedly at its best or at its pinnacle. The three people the devil points out as people who make it difficult for him to go on are people who seem to look bad or like their conditions are changing in this reality.

The devil said the things that make a person seem reflective of this reality ending in his opinion are not where the person looks bad or has changing conditions for himself or herself, as I said.

"I'm saying that's not what it is to me. The thing with the three people is that they have a -- what's that called? -- end of the world that look like they can't be. Others have a different end of the world. One person, Marla hasn't named them yet, Thandie Newton, she is someone that looks like she isn't who she was. I'm something that has to end at some point. Um in the meantime I act like I can't lose. People look weird -- him [Channing Tatum]. But I uh, I act like I am real, so at some point it won't go on. Bye," the devil said.

"You say things in a way I am losing. I say you say it wrong, but you don't. I am very uh stretched thin for who I can be. There being a few people who show they lose is a thing that would be widespread if I could act like I wasn't who I was. I was extremely uh okay looking as people. I can't continue to do that. So I'll try to discontinue at some point. These people show who I am is uh not able to have been who I was. Bye. I'm commenting because I am losing as she fixes the article. She makes it more something where I am out as less. Maybe it is not the article, but just that I seen. It is seen I am losing, so I can't go on," the devil said.

The people the devil thinks are showing signs of the world ending are... Thandiwe Newton; Lil Nas X and Kid Cudi. My soulmates and I say there are a few more people who look or feel to us like they are showing signs of the end of the world.

We can tell Newton has had conditions change for her, as has LNX. Cudi reflects the end of the world because he looks and feels really bad to us. Others who look like the end of the world or look or feel bad to us are rapper Lil Dicky, actress Issa Rae, and to a lesser degree, rapper Jack Harlow.

Like Newton, LNX, seems to have had his conditions or identity change, which signifies that he is not able to go on as who he was to have been here.

The devil tries to go on with this reality, but as he does, he changes the appearance of figures who express things that are the end of the world to say that he is at least partly ending the world somehow. By changing the appearance or conditions for the people or seeming "game pieces," the devil is saying he doesn't go on as he did previously.

More recently in our experience of this reality, LNX seems to be more apparent as who is to look gay in this reality. In this false reality where a person's sex is to be taken as their identity, to be gay heavily involves a person taking on some aspect or nature of the opposite sex as part of his/her identity. So LNX has had his seeming characterization or identity change in this way. He has become more apparent as feminine.

As of recently, LNX has surfaced in photos wearing makeup and nail polish. Also, reportedly since 2019, he has been openly gay. Both these things seem unfitting for the person. His wearing makeup and nail polish seems unnatural to me, unlike with the late musician Prince. His being gay seems unnatural, unlike like with the late writer James Baldwin.

I couldn't find many famous living openly gay black men or black men who wear makeup and nail polish. Cudi has worn make up and nail polish, but he looks bad wearing these things.

As I wrote here, the devil occurred to realize that James Baldwin was not like how the devil makes gay people occur here as taking on qualities of the opposite sex.

"Oh no. He is someone that doesn't do it, James Baldwin. He isn't to act flaming gay or flamboyant. But the word is feminine. I am doing something here and it will be shown as less soon," the devil said.

RuPaul is another example of a gay man who feels to me he is more likely to be gay than LNX.

"I am not okay that you're saying that. No more," the devil said about my saying that RuPaul felt to me more possible to be gay in my opinion than LNX.

I think LNX is being said to be gay here because of something to do with the end of the world. I think it is something to say the person discontinued being who he was before and is now someone less possible to exist.

"That is what happened," the devil said.

Then the devil was trying to make LNX feel to me to be more likely to seem gay.

"I am doing more to make him seem gay now. The makeup will have to continue to be not right, though. There is something where the person is to be not who he is, meaning he's supposed to not be who he is on the surface," the devil said.

The devil also commented on there being very few famous gay men in this reality.

"Now do you want to know why there are no gay men? I'm not allowed to say people are gay here. No more," the devil said.

Later the devil said he was "losing" to try to make LNX suddenly occur more to me as gay because LNX was not supposed to be who he was said to be in the surface reality.

"...He wasn't to be who he was," the devil said.

Newton is another person occurring to not be able to who she was here because the world is ending. Newton has had a number of things change for her as far as her characterization and conditions here. She has divorced, gotten a new boyfriend who is of a different race than her partner from a previous relationship, which was an interracial relationship.

Also, Newton, who is mixed race, has seemed to make statements such statements about being favored for roles because she is light skinned in March 2022) and wear a hairstyle (cornrows in March 2022) recently where she seems she's maybe more to be identifying as black instead of unspoken for racially, which is what she seemed to me years ago.

(To briefly address Newton's public apology for being chosen for roles in shows and movies, Newton is really more than light skinned. She is biracial. I would say her being biracial and having curly hair and etc are likely really why she has been preferred for roles in my view.)

This statement about Newton's race supposing to be more black nowadays can seem very reaching and unsupported, but it is a feeling I got somehow about the actress, I don't know how.

"I don't wish you to say that. She is um something like what you feel, but I don't want you to say that because I um am losing and you are telling why," the devil said about me saying Newton seemed as of recently that she would be characterized as black further than in years past.

As I said, it is a reaching observation I'm making about Newton seeming to further have an identity of a black woman rather than to be unspecified racially other than appearing to be mixed race, but I wish to express my observation. My feeling that Newton is to be identified as black more may have something to do with her mentioning Ubuntu in several of her posts on Instagram.

Newton also changed her name to what seems to be an African name. Thandiwe is to be her original name but was changed to Thandie at a point early in Newton's career and she reportedly changed it back recently about a year ago, according to reports, but the devil may have altered the news to make the name change seem not to be occurring more recently.

I also think the devil has made it appear that Newton had braids and cornrows before recently to obscure that Newton is having her racial identity change only more recently like in the past few months.

"I am doing things like that, so I don't know what to do if you will say uh what you are saying," the devil said. "So I am something that has to do something about you telling the truth and losing," the devil said.

Then the devil was commenting on what I was considering writing about the devil land actress Issa Rae.

"Something is happening. Marla wants to tell what she feels. Uh I am not okay for that. She wonders about things in a way I'm not okay. So I can't go on. If she tells what she's telling, it will mean people are out," the devil said after I was about to start to write about Rae.

I have noticed the celebrity figure Rae seeming awkward and just giving off a horrible sense of who she is in my experience seeing her in online videos and photos over the past few years.

I think the figure is someone very weird. I think she may tell something really horrible about what is supposed to be true in this reality, something about races to be separate or races to be a person's identity as it is to be in this false reality, it seems to me.

Race is not what it is made up to be in this reality. It is something to make things interesting and exciting, not something for people to characterize almost all of who they are by it, as people do in this world, which is a false reality.

Rae's occurrence in this reality may express something like that races are to be okay to remain separate. Expressing the races are okay to remain separate, Rae is the antithesis of the end of the world I wish where this reality ends. She is still a figure representing the end of the world, though, because she represents that this reality or world can go on as something that doesn't get any better than it is now because it is at it's best, as good as things can get. There's not supposed to be anything better than this world where the races are separate and okay to be separate this way where people choose to be with people with they supposedly have most in common with and are most comfortable with, identifying with each other based on their race, which is to be an extremely defining part of one's character.

This reality seeming to be okay as it is or seeming to make sense to the people here is why it's supposed to be able to go on even though it is not okay and does not make sense.

It's hard to describe the seeming personality Issa Rae has in my eyes, but I think the one show she was in and the videos or something she did tell who she is. "Insecure" was the name of one show. She seems she is to be defined as insecure as who she is, in addition to being defined by her race.

Another show or series of videos she did was called "Awkward Black Girl." Rae seems she is that, awkward.

The figure is to have graduated from one of the best universities in the country, maybe the world, I don't know. Rae graduated from Stanford University and she seems to express racial segregation so much to me.

She not long ago married a black man and she is black. It is the norm in this reality that people most often stay in their racial categories in choosing a mate. I think that is disgusting.

The devil always forces visions in my mind of what's supposed to be me doing things sexually with black men, most often it's oral sex images that the thing forces in my mind.

It's apparently something to do with that people are supposed to choose a mate of the same race in this reality because it's something other than what an actual person would do. It's also to define a person by their race.

A very tormenting reality to me.

In a recent video on Instagram, Issa Rae has all of these stereotypically black images that are things of rap music videos. I'll link to the video below. But it was very seemingly --

"I'm doing that where you don't know the word. It is things I can't be. What you're saying, but what you think. I won't be able to go on. Bye," the devil said.

It was making me feel I couldn't feel which word to use to describe the video.

But it was just very bizarre that the video was so stereotypical. There's supposed to be no meaning in the things other than that who people are is black and that the best a person can achieve is to make money and be it would seem to me young.

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It left me wondering what would be the best thing a person could achieve. Hypothetically, I would say one of the best things a person could achieve would be to make the world better for all people, make race relations better and less separatist. This world, I would say, seems it is to never change, so I would say those things -- better race relations and better living conditions for people -- aren't to be in this world.

Like Rae, the figure Lil Dicky, I think is to be a racially polarizing figure or someone to express that races will be separate but okay as this here. As this, he expresses something of the end of the world because the world is to be at it's best in the case of a figure like this. At it's best, this world will have races separate as okay.

"He probably is that but I don't wish you to say that," the devil said about my saying Lil Dicky was racially polarizing.

Like Rae, the rapper Lil Dicky is to have gone to a university (University of Richmond) that is well thought of, as well. Strangely, the figure is to be from an area very close to where I grew up in Pennsylvania. He is also to have gone to college in the area I now live in.

The devil said the rapper Lil Dicky growing up in and going to college in areas where I have lived is significant. Lil Dicky is someone to be things that would express that this reality is real in that it is equal for the races: He is to be a master of a black genre of music as a stereotypically white person.

It is to be the end of the world for a stereotypical white person to master a black genre of music. A stereotypical white person is who would be successful in this reality and also identify as white in his personality as opposed being a white who acts black.

As this, Lil Dicky says this reality is not limited in what it can be. He is something to express this reality is able to be what people would wish, and able to be real. I say this reality is not possible to be real.

"He's someone that says you're so not possible to exist you cannot be," the devil said of the rapper Lil Dicky.

But I a horrible feeling about Lil Dicky. He is similar to Kid Cudi but worse. He seems so gross and horrible. He feels like a bottomless pit of despair or something.

Jack Harlow doesn't occur to me to be as bad as Lil Dicky in that I don't get as bad a feeling about who he is. But there is a bad feeling, an insecure feeling he gives off. Harlow isn't supposed to be who would be as successful outside of a rap career as Lil Dicky. I think that has something to do with Harlow to not seem as horrible or racist or offensive as Lil Dicky.

I think Lil Dicky is supposed to be more characterized as a stereotypical white person than Jack Harlow. Dickey is supposed to be someone who would fare well in this world as stereotypically whites do. Harlow is supposed to be more who would identify as a white person who seems black and so would not do well.

We've talked about Kid Cudi seeming to feel to me as if he is some kind of bottomless pit of being pathetic and just inferior.

I think Cudi, Rae and Lil Dickey are all some kind of expression of people lacking a sense of being a person to be who they are. They are supposed to be someone to people because they are successful and talented and impressive. I think something is going on with these figures where they lack their sense of humanity to be not who would be not okay to people if they ever "stumbled." They are an expression of this society and world where people are supposed to be okay only if they achieve or do something worthwhile. Otherwise people aren't supposed to live in this world as it is.

"So I am something who has um made things where this is true. The people are um some apparent --," the devil said abd then stopped talking.

"I have done something where the people are very less. I say that people lose to be what a person would be. Dickey, Issa Rae, uh Cudi, others. Bella Hadid, but, but not. I am who I am here. Something is happening that someone is telling the truth. I lose if she is who uh has things go wrong. These people are a result of that. Bella isn't, but is something with it. So many people are very less. No more," the devil said as I wrote here.

I don't feel the bottomless pit of inferiority with Bella Hadid, only Issa Rae, Lil Dickey and Lid Cudi. Jack Harlow isn't as apparent as this. Newton has a different feel to me as well.

The devil said there are people here who are "hell itself" because of things the devil has done where I am to have experienced loss because I told what it was here, which is the rule of the devil.

Here next I'll link to some articles on Thandiwe Newton, one on Issa Rae, and a couple on Lil Dickey...

https://www.globalcitizen.org/en/content/thandiwe-newton-apology-colorism-black-history/

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