Acotar Rant/Headcanon (Depending on how you look at it)

Personally, I think we should lock Rhysand in the Prison.

Don't kill him, let him rot for the rest of eternity. Let him slowly go insane while the wind whispers of how much better off Feyre and Nyx are without him. How much better the Night Court is doing without him.

Let him hear about Tamlin recovering his Court and slowly healing. I want Rhysand to be rotting in utter misery and insanity when he hears Tamlin and Feyre, on opposite sides of Prythian let out one sigh as they finally let go of their trauma. I want him to feel every bit of relief they have that he's not there.

He can listen to his son one day taking on the Court. Listen to his grandchildren and their children as they slowly forget he even existed. Not even a horrible bedtime story like he was hoping for, not even a whisper of his name. They simply forget he's down there and he has to continue on with that.

Maybe he'd lose his mind after a while, or become an old tale only remembered by very few. Maybe he'd turn to actual dust, or maybe he would become something like Lanthys. Something spiteful and full of rage all the time.

Maybe one day a girl like Feyre or Nesta will come down there on another mission and he'll be accidently set free, but like rest of anything that was accidently set free of the Prisons, he is turned to dust or quickly locked back up.

I just want him to suffer in silence, with only his mind to keep him company. Just remembering every single bad thing, he ever did to the people that used to love him, how he took advantage of them, and how they now know they are better off without him.

Who knows, maybe he'll come around and truly be regretful of what he's done. Maybe he would actually want to make it up and then and only then would be relieved of his sentence.

Or he'll become angrier and bitterer, slowly growing more insane as the centuries pass.

Either way, I think that's a worser punishment than death or any form of torture. I think for someone who can control minds the only way you can really get through to them is by fucking with their mind.

can we be casual now? pecco/luca this goes out to all my girlies with stress acne in these trying times </3 anyways i wrote this instead of studying for finals <3 pls enjoy!

Luca pulls his helmet off, scrubbing at the film of sweat on his face with the palm of his gloved hand, and tries not to let the fatigue settle back in too deeply to his bones. It had all blown off of him on track; the speed tearing it all away from him until nothing was there but for the weight of the bike underneath him, how it moved, he couldn't even feel the weight of the helmet on his head, how that and his gloves and boots boxed him in. Luca never had a problem with it before. He was used to working within limits, that had been his whole life--that the limits were the issue half of the time, and as for the rest it could be solved in terms of those declinations. Now though, everything was wrong. nothing could truly describe the sheer, staggering scope of malfeasance inherent to the Honda bike; Luca had seen Marquez and Joan wrangle the machine around track like it was a wild animal, yes, and lose, horrifyingly, but to ride it was an altogether different thing. Being slow in the straights was the least of its problems. What was really fucking Luca over was the fact that it never reacted in the same way as he shifted his weight to lean into a corner, the metronome of his person falling into an irregular tempo; arrhythmia. now when he went racing whatever overwhelmed him felt too big for his leathers and helmet to contain, it was as if he would explode outwards from the sheer feeling of it all. Everything about him hurt now. His whole body ached as it never had before on the Ducati, from trying to squeeze himself onto a bike that was too small for him. There was also the sharper pain from being thrown off the bike, and the blunter one that came from the refusal. Why can't you be nice to yourself, Luca wants to tell the bike once he's back in the garage, eyes still stinging with the suddenness of being thrown, the wheeling strobe of the sun. Watching as the mangled body of his machine is pushed back and propped up yet again, a macabre taxidermy, Frankenstein's monster from being patched up and revived so many times. It's--everything's a little bit too much right now. He does want to understand, which is why he went to Honda in the first place, but now here he is on the dirt track of the ranch, trying to figure out how to stop the situation from sliding out under him so quickly.

Luca sighs. He's breaking out into pimples again, something he thought should've stopped when he stepped into adulthood. Growing pains. There's nothing to be done about anymore so he strikes the kickstand back, is about to maneuver the bike in the direction of the garages when someone wheels up next to him. Luca turns and is surprised to see Pecco, the banner-red of his bike a figurehead. "I heard you were on track all day", he says, flipping up his goggles, and Luca does the same in greeting. "Yeah", Luca replies, "I was just about to go back". He shrugs a shoulder in the direction of the main complex. Nobody else is there. It's just him and Pecco, marauded in this river of dirt with the sun spilling the last of its brilliance across the valley. Everything is stained champagne bright, the light catching in Pecco's eyelashes the same way as it had, what seemed like eons ago. The memory hits like a migraine. Suddenly, appallingly, Pecco had become another one of Luca's bruises, one that was always tender because he poked at it constantly. It wasn't possible, to have what he wanted. They were both on their separate ways as factory riders: Pecco with defending his title, and Luca maybe hoping to be good enough for one point in the championship. There was no going back to what it was before, those days where Pecco and he could be casual; they had both been Ducati riders, they were all of friends. But it was different now. He had missed his chance, right here at the ranch where they had self seriously swapped critiques on each other's riding form; a slap of the shoulder, when one of them fell too deep into their own thought, laughter as a form of catch and receive. Pecco could no longer understand him like that anymore because Luca didn't understand himself now, and it was so strange and confusing, to have no one else as your guide. "How about a few more rounds?" Pecco asks. He's still there, one foot planted on the ground, the red of his bike still raw, gleaming. "Of course," he backtracks, "if you're up for it". Even after two world championships he's still, absurdly, bad at asking for things, and Luca feels this crazy exuberance well up inside his body. It's almost silly, really, how he would do anything for him. "Well", he says, turning the bike back towards the track: "if you say so champ". At that Pecco laughs, embarrassed. "You of all people should know not to call me that, cheap bastard", he replies. "Now you'll have to beat me, to keep my ego in check". "Try me", Luca returns, wiggling a bit closer to Pecco to shoulder check him. "I've been here all day, I have all the tricks". "You'll have to catch me first", Pecco says, then, he takes off in a cloud of dust, a blaze of red into the sunset. Luca curses; he hadn't even noticed Pecco flipping his goggles down. Pushing off he feels the bike wobble underneath him as he enters the track in pursuit, the wheels righting once he's exited the corner. This then, is familiar. So fine. If Pecco couldn't tell him how to ride anymore Luca could still be that for him, even as he lost more and more of himself to his goddamned dream. He'll stay, even when he had left all else behind. He'll stay.

been talking a lot on here about jill valentine and her potential as a character but another character i think is often underutilised and disappointingly written is actually wesker. I would love it if they explored the real relationship dynamics between him and STARS, especially Jill and Chris. like it would be so much more interesting if he actually really liked them and maybe even misses his STARS days in his own way, but regrettably has to betray them and move forward with his plans because he genuinely 100% believes he is in the right. it would be gutwrenching if he, Jill and Chris all felt the weight of responsibility over friendship and commradarie, if they had to choose between personal feelings of "but I don't want to hurt you" and taking down who they see as the bad guy.

I mean, in Lost in Nightmares, they find the stuff about Project W. It would be cool if they reacted to this, if they tried to make those connections. It would be so interesting to see Jill and Wesker's dynamic change once she throws them out of the estate - having to work together, begrudgingly trying again to trust each other despite the constant betrayal. If Wesker truly believed he was in the right, it would be easy to try and convince Jill that his plan is the right one after all she's seen (e.g. seeing the effects of chaotic infection, seeing how quick humanity turns on itself, and knowing Wesker may have a way to finally control that chaos and maybe even take the pressure of heroism away from her). It would be a really fascinating portrayal of villainy coming from (twisted) good intention, and it would be kind of cool to see Jill becoming more morally grey.

It would also be interesting to explore Wesker's self-realisation as he slowly loses himself to megalomania in the exact same way Spencer did. Does he feel self-hatred because of this? Would a part of him feel relief at his death once he was mutated beyond recognition? Can he feel anything at all, is there humanity in him??? when he looks at chris, does he feel resentment for the person he could have become, or hatred that he could never have been what Chris is?

cartoonishly evil villains are fun, but I wonder if they'll explore any of this as they try and make the remakes a bit more serious (emphasis on a bit)

i think nigel loves animals! i have plenty of images in my brain of nigel snuggling bunnies and kittens and puppies, and gently cradling baby birds :3

his idea of love is severely twisted from the actions of his parents, though, so he thinks love is taking the life out of something and shaping it to be yours by any means necessary.

hes severely frightened of someone he loves leaving him. his parents dont want him around and assumedly they were gone alot when he was younger.

he definitely did not receive any form of proper emotional support from his parents, meaning he kept all of that fear and everything in his head all his childhood and throughout his early teens leading up to whatever caused his parents to put him in a boarding school, and him eventually meeting alex.

scenarios under the line!

scenario 1: the film is as presented and nigel really was deluded to thinking it was all true.

after josh's death, nigel is convinced alex is HIS jack - he is convinced the two of them NEED to carry out the plan in order to achieve eternity together.

then, alex meets susan. yet another puzzle piece falling into place. he observes the two of them, then tells alex what hes thinking. he knows he has to do this, so he murders susan in a gorey display of [affection? dedication? jealousy? pick your poison] and cements her as alex's supposed maraclea.

alex is obviously heavily disturbed by this, but nigel presses forward. this HAS to happen, he needs eternity, he needs his jack.

the rest of the film plays out, and at the end nigel shoots himself having carried out all that he needed to. he successfully wove alex into the web of horror that he genuinely believed was eternity, and placed it into alex's hands to continue.

scenario 2: the film is as presented apart from the maraclea parts. alex deliberately misrepresents this in his interviews.

in all scenarios nigel knows alex is his jack after josh dies.

a spanner is thrown in his works when alex meets susan, he feels pushed away by alex and becomes severely jealous, taunting alex and going on to gruesomely murder susan in a display of possession over alex. in this interpretation, the person in the role of the jack also fills the role of the maraclea and due to such intense jealousy and possessiveness, nigel taunts alex with this.

alex is again heavily disturbed by this, but also by the reasons nigel had for doing it. once again, nigel twists his web further and further, pulling alex in deeper.

[i do not like looking at this segment of canon, but] the mourge is another taunt and display of jealousy for nigel. he pokes at alex's nerves, trying to find a breaking point which he never does find.

this is one where even alex is unsure as to who shot nigel, but probably wanted to. nigel died in his arms though, and thats what nigel truly wanted.

alex lies about this to the detective, either out of convincing himself nigel didnt really feel that or due to internalised homophobia. i truly think if alex was homophobic he would have weaponised it against nigel in the questioning.

scenario 3: alex was behind susan's death and used nigel's delusions against him. this turned sour between them and alex shot nigel, flat out lying to the police afterwards.

as it says on the tin. this is my favourite and least favourite interpretation cause i dont wanna think alex is a prick but eddie acts him like that at the beginning imo. its my favourite cause it means nigel didnt have to go through THAT.

alex was raised by his horrible dad and is an entitled prick. he thinks nigel is a weirdo and fully intended to kill him on the train, and failing this he decides to toy with him. nigel divulges his delusion about the templars, and alex takes FULL advantage of this, provoking him at every opportunity, even doing some research to use more against him. he deliberately asks to see a film with susan in front of nigel to provoke him into believing she was alex's maraclea.

alex kills susan. he just wants to kill someone. he then stages it like he imagines nigel would, invoking themes of religion with the crucifixion, and dissecting her corpse because it's what hes seen nigel do with the bird. this doesnt do what he thought it would, though, and fully snaps nigel out of his delusion. they do not visit his basement, they never go to the mourge. in fact; nigels parents are JUST emotionally neglectful. alex made up the abuse from his mother to further twist the knife. he planted the photos (taken by nigels dad, stolen by alex) to further push his agenda and killed nigels parents after stalking him home one night.

after murdering nigels parents, alex chases him to the traintracks. nigel begs to understand why he would do this, and alex refuses to answer, shooting nigel at point blank directly in the face. he stays with his body to watch the blood run to the ground.

he lies to the police and acts deluded like nigel did in order to spin it like folie a deux, embellishing the story heavily.

i have a headache so thags all i have the spoons to write rn lmao, i hope it makes sense :3

inspired by @laurelwen and @fingerprint-insurance and dedicated to everyone here 💔

Prompt: Mishanks + Bear | 290 words

Shanks loses an arm.

Mihawk does not pretend to be unaffected—Shanks will see right through him anyways. He mourns, quite openly, at the loss of a rival. He always envisioned his journey to the title of World’s Greatest Swordsman as one full of strife to overcome, but now that his rival is left to mourn the loss of his dueling arm, he can do nothing but mourn just the same.

He has encountered plenty of swordsmen, some weak, some strong, but none of them had been Shanks. Shanks exceeded expectations, soaring above and beyond his own capabilities to become a swordsman Mihawk could truly fight. Shanks was meant to be the man who could best him because it was never supposed to be easy to be the World’s Greatest Swordsman. 

There is no man who stands as tall as Shanks, not in swordsmanship, not in strength. The title is close within Mihawk’s grasp, but he does not take it, not yet.

They do not speak of it, not the arm, not the title, not the end of their rivalry. But Shanks offers him something in that silence: a dream. Shanks has plenty of dreams, all fantastical and idealistic—far too unrealistic for a man like Mihawk; yet, he accepts the dream, one of them.

Shanks thinks the title of World’s Greatest Swordsman is maudlin—not something he could carry with him—but he wants a great swordsman to rule the seas, one that curries strength and hope for a younger generation of swordsmen. 

Mihawk does not use his sword for others, but he accepts Shanks’ dream nonetheless. He does not like the weight of another person’s dream resting so heavily atop his own, but for Shanks, it is a weight he willingly bears.

this isn't a horny post but. has buck even... seen a hard penis before that was not his own? like yeah yeah porn but. that's not really the same is it. not when you're not even looking. not when you don't even know that you want to look. like for all intents and purposes buck is completely virginal here and that's. ummm. that's a lot.

I’ve been lurking in the 911 tags for only a week and I’m already exhausted of most b*ddie shippers holy shit

My 3 little cousins were baptized today. "Triggered" is kind of a strong word but being in a catholic church again... I'm a little fragile rn ngl.

LOOK. whatever you think of menelaus or agamemnon or whatever. this lil moment here (from icke's oresteia) is AGONY. because they did come from so much shit. from murder and scheming and freakin' cANNIBALISM. yet they MADE IT. before paris and the dominos that fell afterwards, they would have believed that they were different, that they were safe. they had wives that loved them and kids that loved them too (argue with the wall about it). they had MADE IT. DESPITE EVERYTHING. and most importantly they had EACH OTHER. they weren't atreus and thyestes. things were so good for them. and they did good!! we know that myceneans LOVED aga as their king. and menelaus got a kingdom he NEVER expected to have.

to be descended from TANTALUS you are already losing. to then have ATREUS as a father and THYESTES as an uncle? it would have been so easy for greeks to write them off. for them to write themselves off. BUT THAT DIDNT HAPPEN. and they did SO WELL. it was all going SO WELL.

you can't change a narrative. you can't alter fate. and the reason tragedies are so is because it wasn't ALWAYS that way. but ... things could have been so different for them. i TRULY believe that.

@ardenssolis said ; "So, Jason, was the voyage worth it in the end?" [hi smol] / 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

❝ Was that voyage worth it? Let me put it this way; would you give everything in your life for one second of glory ? for not even a tangible future, just for one beautiful dream ? everything you have ? I did. That voyage... See it under any lens, you don't need to be a genius to come to the conclusion that it was not worth it. Did it make me learn anything? Hell, did that even matter ? To who was I even supposed to show my change of heart ? Was I even conscious of that ? Did I return as the same man I was when I left or was I so blind that I could not even tell any difference ? Before I could mourn this wreckage of a dream and gulp down my own despair, I was crushed by the very same ship that allowed this feverish dream to sail. The dead can't learn from their mistakes, I can only say I would do it again differently now because I now have a second chance to make things different. ❞

truly nothing on this earth is more foul than supernatural familial abuse discourse but specifically the discourse people have about if sam or dean "had it worse" like ok cool you have already missed the point of this show very hard.

spinning off of "winston being fantastically (literally fantastical (literally related to fantasy)) clairvoyant (he is also figuratively clear-sighted / figuratively preternaturally perceptive just like, in the show. which is where this all comes from. plus him calling himself cassandra, always seeing the future. he really has always / continued to be thusly) and taylor literally has a broadsword" type fun and games that are very loosey goosey b/c billions aus go spinning off into their own separate dimensions super easily when billions canon is so rooted in its specific Stage Settings of modern day US law n finance battles in the office, sidewalks, and eateries:

the thought of winston & tuk and winston gets to be a fairy. jokes, please. changelings are right there with the common theory of "was this to explain disabilities & go 'something could go Wrong and the baby's not a Person and get rid of that,' unlike nowadays where people do that but go 'b/c that baby's disabled'" and also one goes Thinking Emoji about how apparently New Mothers and New Brides were susceptible along with New Borns to become swapped out with a fairy and now something's wrong with them and get rid of that. had to be about Something given that people apparently did act on changeling lore and martin luther is taking a stance like yeah another thesis, it's important to kill them And okay to kill them b/c they don't even have a soul anyways. okay thanks martin luther....meanwhile also witchcraft and getting after anybody for that too. and fairies generally as Problems, the etymology going back to [fate], the range like "ooh hehe causing funny little inconveniences just because" to more so "yeah they could cause life-threatening illness for that" and "yeah they'll just kill you"....and i think fairy/fey as respective noun/adj re: being gay is of Unknown Origin, like "gay" also is. and you never know, if being fey is like, well something's not right and it's dangerous, whether this is the inspiration....though by the time this slang starts turning up, and even in the time of prior possible origins / the roots in other usages / potential inspirations, theoretical actual fairies are surely becoming more Fanciful, this being around like, the 18th century, rather than "here's martin luther telling you to immolate! that! baby!"

but that like, you can have it all ways out here. the Always Small fairies i think being a later kind of victorian deal, rather than "fairies are shapeshifters & can become animals e.g. & May have a 'tiny little inches or millimeters high mode' but that's just a mode & the fact that generally though they just look like people, maybe with some stylistic variations and tells, means watch out" and i think wings came up ever, across yknow the various centuries and regions of folklore out here lmao and possible origins / influences yet further across time & regions & cultures, but again "always small and always winged" being a very relatively modern victorian deal. but we can draw on that to be sure when, additionally, a Potential mutual [would prefer to avoid] between fairies and humans (as opposed to "if your house or some shit is on a fairy path bestie just build them another door to walk straight through cuz they're Gonna") becomes "no, fairies mostly avoid humans more than the other way around" type of imbalance of any threat means like, well hey sure, the Real Self could then become a tiny little magical guy having fun with wing designs who is shy and elusive but maybe another fun little guy can accidentally become aware but then have a secret little hidden friendship hmm....

but then also just thinking of the version where you just look exactly like everyone else and live amongst them, changeling style. and potentially don't Know you're different, or at least not Why, b/c this is a "from birth" thing like hmmm ya don't say. and the whole thread where in some folklore fairies Aren't nonhuman, the difference is only about the separate fairy Realm you live in, which is different, with like "yeah sometimes fairies come from people who died." and alongside / overlapping with everything like "yeah you could disappear for a few days to that realm and then be like 'don't wanna / can't talk about it'" and whatever all various like "watch out for the liminal and unknowingly wandering or being taken into the fairy world and Then watch out for communing with them b/c then you could be Permanently affected, or permanently continually affected or vulnerable, or just stuck there. and we wouldn't want that" like well don't let them know your name but maybe try to find out their names b/c you can get at them in turn that way, don't get in on any food, don't get in on any parties. though variations, sometimes people getting whisked away for particular tasks that apparently Only humans can do. or forever potential for helpful / sympathetic fairy interventions in life. like fairies raising humans b/c their human parents were awful

also, that some classic Tests for "is your baby a changeling?" were very like, "well i guess if we drowned or burned that person and they just died about it....our bad," in the way that like apparently the way to go could be "put them in the fire. where they'll either burn or fly out the chimney." or "start going tf beating them with objects. so that they go away" like and they never stop beating winston with hammers out here!! or the classic "idk abandon them in the forest so fairies can take them back" like well they do also like [i prefer to pretend winston doesn't exist / forget that he does] lmao. this isn't really related. just the ol "ballpeen hammers kind of goated when it comes to putting someone in a sack and beating them to death" factor out here for your local changelings

also sure thinking of like ohh watch out for winston and his gayass Realm he exists in which is wrong and not of our own and potentially will forever change you with its gayass ways. uh oh don't get corrupted into a whole other powerful magical mode of existence if you commune with him in some deep fundamental nourishing ways. oh nooo watch ouuuut....one of the "you might be a changeling if" moments being "when they think they're alone do they act up?? dance??" like yeah i'm stimming and bursting into motion and making noises and existing wrong when i think i'm alone. Old Souls (theory as well that newborn changelings were secretly elderly fairies)....existence in the Fey Realm just making you different and out of place huh. and it would just be a guy though like either [undetectable except by already trying to kill them] and/or [actually just a human, fairies are just humans, fairies b/c they're in/from the fairy realm] but uh oh don't let him corrupt you. don't go hanging out with him and talking with him and partaking in his activities and embracing his ways. you'll be changed. you'll never fit in around here and be able to do things right ever again. we'll have to start beating you with hammers. and all for what. your weird gayass little guy and a whole possible other dimension of existence? vs all This? smh

xunfeng having his slutty lil entrance with his slutty lil rock collar. meanwhile in the forest..............😳😳😳

i am also glad that going outside to kiss and get struck by lightning is just. a thing they do now. its just their thing. ppl even watch them, they don't mind. IT'S NOT WEIRD :V :V :V

UM THAT IS. A LOT MORE KISSING THAN LAST TIME THO. DAQIANG. DAQIANG WHAT ARE U DOING. THAT WAS VERY AGGRESSIVE CLAIM KISSING. might as well just piss on her for all that smh 😒😒😒 UPDATE: SHANGQUE GOOD BOY FOR LIFE ;A; 'ur the most important person to me. ur like my xiongzhang' IM GONNA CRY

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life has given me more sorrow and anger than i can possibly carry. i have to forge it into things that are beautiful, or otherwise let it destroy me.

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