FIG. 1: THE BRAIN.

Last stronghold, first breached.

This one was inspired by @quezify's work, particularly these pieces. They also have a piece called Embryology of a Wretch which feels very Victoria-core.

working on some character designs for neon glory 🤭

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YO.

INFORMANT JUST GOT A FACE REVEAL.

MY FACE FEELS SO WARM

israel has 'delayed' the ceasefire and intensified bombing to compensate for the following 4 days of no bombing. truly sick to the core

I was looking at my AO3 trying, once more to finish my AT mini series when I realized its been a year to the day I published where is it now, The glory and the dream? nicknamed Glory. Its a story I loved writing and have reread it multiple times and I got a bit emo thinking about that story - about that world.

I wrote a DGM fic in college over the course of a year that started as a speculative fic on past events and became an all out AU once more details came out in the manga. But I became so much more attached to my version of the characters and the story that it became hard to connect with the canon version. I feel something similar with BNHA and Road Not Taken verse. I love those characters who I took from early canon and molded and aged into essentially my own characters. I still get weepy reading rise up and writing glory kind of helped me deal with a bit of anxiety of turning 30.

This whole verse means a lot to me even though it was far from popular even when BNHA was dominating AO3 and is now so far out of vogue people aren't really reading stories much less wild AUs. But it lives close to my heart and is one of the things I think of when BNHA in any context is brought up. I will write the finale fic, it's lived in my brain fully formed since the last few chapters of TLWA. I will write it and it will hurt and I will sob and it will be one of the most satisfying stories because it will finally exit my brain and enter the page. And it will be utterly meaningless to 99.99% of the population and I will not give a damn because as much as I love sharing my stories and getting feedback, these stories are Mine. TLWA and it's sequels more than most.

"Happiness to those who accept their fate, glory to those who defy it" is such a good tagline because Princess Tutu is about BOTH defying and accepting fate. No character does one without the other. Princess Tutu is about learning when you need to accept your fate and when you need to defy it. And in doing so, all characters gained both glory and happiness.

Could you tell us about all the wips you have planned cus I can't keep track anymore 👀

omg i'm so so sorry i really do talk about a bunch don't i? i've always got a bunch of fics going at once so no matter what i feel like writing i have something i can jump into... which must make keeping track a nightmare. so yes! let me recap for you:

in no particular order we have:

shirt-sharing fic: this one keeps changing (and taking longer to write than i wanted lol) but essentially the bare bones idea is matty borrows a shirt from george before a interview with the whole band and it Doesn't Go Unnoticed.

new parents fic: a brief glimpse/collection of glimpses into the life & times of new parents george and matty!

the "if i believe you" fic: based on a line in a poem: "God did a very good job with you." it's in the country recording studio/abiior-era and matty just has a lot of thoughts about how God makes good things-- of course He does-- but he, himself, is not one of those things. but george is. george is divine, matty just is. (very prose/internal monologue heavy and i'm loving writing it tbh.)

non-famous!matty fic: george, ross, and adam are still (a version of) the 1975. waughy has this really nice officemate at the uni he's teaching at that's a TA/PhD candidate for the lit dept. george has to pick waughy up for rehearsal one day and the rest is history... we just get to see matty being The Biggest Fan of the 1975 and also, entirely by coincidence, being bespectacled and having hot takes on books (that i'm reading...)

the gatty ft. raughy fic: matty is apparently the last person to know that two of his closest friends/bandmates are dating and he's confused that 1. he missed it completely 2. everyone else (including his own husband) seemed to know but him and 3. they let him just Be That Oblivious for years. he starts paying closer attention and enjoys seeing his friends happy (with the correct context now)

camera roll collection: basically i found a bunch of candids (taken by the band/jordan) of matty and/or george and said, context be damned, i'm using this as a photo prompt like i'm in middle school and this is a timed essay. first picture is this 2019 pic of matty at the airport.

the hours of the left behind part ii: this fic was originally intended to be a standalone of the hours right after george drops matty off to fly to barbados. but now part ii is when george picks him up and tries to help matty readjust to being home. but also matty begins to sees how george was while he was away (having put on a brave smile every time matty called).

(be my) god and country ch 3/epilogue: not sure how i want to expand this universe bc i really love the foundations that fic has for timelines/ideas on certain aspects of their relationship that i want to keep returning to and building on (and not rewriting again and again lol) BUT i have ideas for a honeymoon maybe, a wintering-type fic where they go home for christmas, they talk about having kids... it's a whole world of possibilities!! open to suggestions...

i was not expecting hye jeong to just take that shirt off like that :'D

The shit we writers research for our fics. You know what this means, Hometown Glory chapter 2 is coming soon! This also means that we get a bit of Frankie’s backstory!

Scene inspiration:

Will: What the fuck are you doing, Catfish?!

Frankie: One of the gearboxes is blown.

Pope: What?

Frankie: I don’t want to go into a spin.

rough childhood headcanon qs / @clxscdeyes / no longer accepting !

╰┈➤ 7 . how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

||. one whole "today years old" post!ragnarok and hela's reveal. Except, even then, according to the movie, not really because Thor is still in heavy denial about all of it where Odin is concerned. I've spoken a bit (here) about how Thor adores his family; he idolizes them and views them through blinding rose-colored glasses, (especially when they're deceased) and that is especially true of his circumstances.

So, very often times when the truth clashes with the rose-colored view of them (namely: his father), Thor does one of two things: find a way to justify the words or action with the surrounding context of the time to make it make sense (e.g., well he scolded me harshly because i was talking back), or avoid it altogether. (this is his go-to. no talking about it; thor would rather not right now, so he does not.)

Key example being: he would rather focus on how his father changed his ways, and the Odin that he knew and grew up with was a man who had turned away from pursuing war for war's sake, and was instead one who valued peace and life. He would rather focus on that aspect of Odin, and take in the broader picture of Odin's life. REGARDLESS of the fact that what Thor is deeply, personally affected - not with the realization that Odin changed his ways once upon a time - but by the fact that he lied to him, manipulated him, and controlled and shaped every aspect of his being, for Thor's whole life, JUST to avoid another Hela. Someone who Thor is not, could not be farther from, and never knew about, because Odin (apparently) kept the matter of his true first-born a closely-guarded secret and seemingly would have continued to were it not for Odin's death, Hela's escape, and Ragnarok all coinciding at the same moment in time. And this, all because Thor rationalizes it as "well, I wouldn't want to be remembered and judged based on the person that I used to be. I should extend that same kindness to my father, because he too, changed." (x10 because now Odin is dead. And it's in poor-taste to speak ill of a dead man.)

The problem namely being: Thor only talks about things when Thor decides it's time to talk about things ; when he is ready. ...but as this is a topic that ripple effects down to Thor's core, good luck getting him to open up about it, even just with himself.

New speedpaint is up on my YouTube for the unlikely trio! :>

He was at West Ham, my dad was the manager and there was all sorts of nonsense about nepotism from some in the crowd.

How stupid must those fans feel now when they look at Frank? He's one of the best midfielders in the world.

When I watched him and played against him in the years that followed, he would run me all over the pitch. I can remember feeling knackered later in a game and thinking, 'Just have a breather, leave him alone this time… once won't hurt'.

You can guess what happened. Bang. He's in on goal and he doesn't rush or panic when he sees the chance.

Playing against him as a rival midfielder was like suffering a slow death. You'd try to match him, track him, keep up with him.

Maybe at the start you might be OK, get to the ball first, close down his space. Then try and get the ball and begin to play. 'I'm winning this match-up.'

Then, another moment switching off and he's into your back four and you're catching your breath.

...

If you built a robot footballer, Frank would be a good prototype; big, powerful, strong, athletic and scores goals.

the day they let Cousin Jamie write an article (x)

uhhHHHHH NOT SURE IF THIS IS A TEMP GLITCH OR IF 8TRACKS IS WORKING IN CANADA AGAIN!?!??!!?!?!?!

HI IM GOING TO RAMBLE ABOUT KINKAJOU NOW

TAGS :)

@mallowofmuses​ || Continued from here.

      “Thankfully, I believe such an issue should resolve itself, in time. Most occasions like this do so.” And yet her hand still touches over the opposing shoulder, pushing the pads under her fingers against the muscle and the ridge of bone it tethers to. It’s still sore, but sore in the repaired sense that she’s gotten used to, the unique sore to her people’s medicine. There are no bruises, not anymore. There is no damage. There is nothing under the skin to betray what had happened, and yet her nerves still tell her there should be something wrong, and so send warning signals all the way up to her brain, registering as an ache that she cannot place.

      Not that she can blame her body, one of the few times when she can offer that sentiment. It’s... It’s an uncanny thing, to look at herself, and not even see a scar as proof to what happened. No raw skin, no stitches, no bandages. Not even any misplaced scales, nothing different from how she already was, from the way her body already looked.

      Surreal doesn’t even cut it. She feels like she’s lying, even as she recounts the story to Oz, because she has no physical proof of any assassination attempt, or accident, or whatever the courts will decide this was. It’s functionally the same as her making it up, anyways, only her words to back herself up, only her memory, and her memory can’t even decide what it wants to do with this. Her mind keeps wanting to sort this as some strange nightmare, as something that she woke up from, but forgot that she had just been dreaming. Her guards can close ranks around her, the other royals can preen and bring it up and discuss international relations with her, her medical staff can fuss over her, but she can’t convince herself this isn’t merely another act in the play, that this isn’t just another scene that she has done and followed to every last word of the script, and she’s just playing her part as she should.

       “To be quite honest, I believe it would be normal, to handle... such things, poorly.” She grasps, pulls onto the first words she can think of, and continues without thinking too hard about what’s coming to her mind. “Not everyone can be alike to myself, after all. You require steady nerves, and a calm head, and a plan, and of course not just anyone could handle something like that. Anyone else would crack under the pressure. And to think about how often things like this happen... No wonder us Vanderbilts have been set apart from the rest!”