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octopiys · 3 months

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Please please elaborate on the 141 x OldGuardau!reader

Oh my God hello OK I got u

The Old Guard is a Netflix movie about a group of people who are essentially born in different parts of time, and can die but get resurrected and stuff like that like the original post said, except the movie has more than one person. All of these people are born around historical events (dawn of time, witch trials, reign of terror) and are drawn to find each other and work as a team to not get caught by scientists or governments or anything like that, all while doing what they believe is best to protect the world.

Now for Reader, it's no small feat. If it's only themselves as an Immortal on this team (there's so much red tape around these operations including them) then it's okay. Reader is an asset to the military, and a powerful one at that.

Or maybe the reader is a newer immortal. Maybe they don't know they're immortal until an op goes bad, and they've been shot, bleeding out into an alleyway, their blood mingling with the water. Maybe their Lieutenant is aside them, doing everything within his power to keep them from bleeding out, but the wound is too bad. And in the rain, maybe they even die.

But with a gasp, they're awake again, and the young Lieutenant John Price is shocked. Baffled. No, there's not even a word for how he feels. His sergeant's wounds are knitting together after they died, and he knew they died because he witnessed it himself. He felt their pulse give out.

Now both Reader and Price are terrified. If Reader can't die, what'll happen then? He wants to radio it in to their captain, or the general, but Reader begs him not to.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a war is brewing. Most top governments have heard whispers about a man called Kingfish, one who was so battle worn, so ruthless, so victorious, that he could topple governments by just stepping foot into their building. Rumors spread of no bullet able to pierce his flesh, like he was the Roman God of War himself.

Now, the United States doesn't believe in rumors until they've witnessed it firsthand. Little do they know, they already have.

Kate Laswell may only be a Station Chief, but she's damn good at her job. She knows her kind when she hears it, and recently there's been a shift. Like a sixth sense, she calls John.

And just like that, she knows. The next immortal is here, and with them, comes war.

Years pass, and tensions are rising between the East and the West. Price has even become captain, and scored himself a team and an odd one at that.

Of course, there's Reader. They've always been there first. A little more frazzled as time goes on, but still good. Yeah, still good.

Then joins Simon Riley. They call him the Ghost. This is reader's best bet for another immortal. Laswell has a few arguments against it, but has never outright denied the claim. But how metal is it that he clawed his way out of his own grave? That's immortal material if I've ever heard of it.

Then Kyle Garrick. They call him Gaz. Don't ask why. He's a bright thing, and a wicked sense of humor. He used to be on another force, but after an event, Price handpicked him to be on the task force. He's one of Reader's best friends. They wish he was immortal too.

Finally, came John MacTavish. He was younger than Gaz by at least a few months, making him the youngest on the 141, and Reader always held it over him. He had a fancy for pyrotechnics too, and a hell of a swear to him.

Maybe a few missions go by. Maybe more than that. They still can't get used to seeing Reader lifeless with a bullet in between their eyes, or a knife to the gut, or a grenade blown too close. Wounds heal quicker, but not if they're lethal. Yet the scars never show on their skin by the time the boys are able to pull them out of there. Reckless, maybe, but Reader's saved their asses more times than they could count.

The war rages on.

Kingfish's power grows in the East, and the task force grows wary. Even with Laswell's advice, there was still a guarantee that they'd be sent out to the front when it got bad enough, take out the threat. But the rumors have grown.

Kingfish cannot die.

And Laswell knows.

Kingfish has gone by many names throughout the centuries. His first, Emperor Nero, causing the fall of the entire Roman empire. After he faked his death, he worked from the sidelines. He slayed the last Byzantinian Emperor, he broke through the walls of Constaninople. The Reign of Terror: an advisor, and a trusted one at that. Now, the urge had resurfaced, and he took on a new name once more.

Vladimir Makarov. Kingfish.

Or, the entire team is immortal. Laswell knows about all of them. Ghost knows enough. Reader knows... Somewhat. But nobody else does. Frankly, nobody's given a thought to dying to find out. And until that tunnel, no one had even tried.

The scream is tearing out of reader's throat before Soap even hits the ground, Price still incapacitated, concussed. Reader does not care about the bomb. Ghost doesn't either. They're both there, checking for vitals as they panic, blood spilling out of his wound, as Gaz hoists Price to his feet and they go to disarm the bomb.

They find nothing within Soap. Absolutely nothing. Reader feels cold washing over the room, like they can't breathe. Like a numbness that consumed everything. Soap- If Soap went now... then it could be Gaz, or Price next. Ghost, Reader couldn't even think about. It seemed impossible. And it occurred to Reader that they didn't sign up for this. No dying, compared to anyone and everyone around you perishing in the blink of an eye. They used to be okay with it. And Soap was gone in an instant.

They're dragging him out in a hurry, and the faintest sound is pulled from his lips. It seems Laswell knew more about them all than she let on.

They get caught up in other enemies as Soap peels himself off the floor. They weren't gonna just let Makarov escape, they couldn't. They knew what he could do.

Price told Reader not to go after him. Not alone.

But Reader can't risk losing any more friends. Even if Soap did end up being okay. If something happened to Price or Gaz, they wouldn't be able to live with it.

But they would have to.

So Reader runs. They tear after him like a bat out of hell, taking bullet after bullet, felling each person who fired one. They reach the top of the stairs and launch themself at him, before a gun goes off.

Reader felt it go straight through their side in a searing hot blaze, knowing that this time, something was different. Something was wrong.

The comm was yanked out of their ear and smashed beneath a boot.

The wound they sustained wasn't that bad, in the grand scheme of things. Their vision darkens at the edges, like it does when these things happen, and before reader can close their eyes, a face fills their vision.

"Not as strong now, are you, little one?" The thick curl of Makarov's Russian lilt finds its way into their ears, as the sharp pounding fire in their side grows worse. Despite the woozy fight they put up, Reader is restrained, unable to call for help. The van comes into view as Price bursts out of a window behind them, barreling towards the group, Ghost in high pursuit.

They disappear behind the van's doors as they close, and as Reader's vision dampens more, they wonder why their bullet wound hasn't healed yet.

im so down to completely info dump on this, whether it be more details towards the story, or individual characters like reader or ghost or laswell or anything like that I fucking love the old guard

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vannahmontannah · 2 months

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~flowers in the rain

Rest of the story on Wattpad @ VannahMontannah

We were intimately involved, the kind of connection that transcends the mere physical, delving deeply into the emotional and spiritual realms. It was a bond cemented by shared secrets, whispered dreams, and the silent understanding that comes from truly knowing another's soul. Our worlds intertwined so seamlessly, it was as if we had known each other from a time before this life, two spirits destined to converge. The intimacy we shared was not just about the moments of physical closeness but about the late-night conversations, the laughter that filled the air, and the comforting silence that spoke volumes. It was in the way our eyes communicated everything our lips dared not say, and how a simple touch could express more love than a thousand words. Each day, we peeled back another layer, discovering intricacies and vulnerabilities, yet finding more reasons to love each other deeply. This intimacy was our sanctuary, a sacred space where we were our truest selves, unguarded and unafraid. It taught us the strength found in vulnerability, the courage in being seen, and the power of a connection that could weather any storm. Even in moments of disagreement, our foundation of intimacy allowed us to approach conflict with empathy, always finding our way back to each other. It was a profound, all-encompassing intimacy that transformed us, a testament to the beauty that arises when two souls are

A week has passed and here she is, lying side by side. I had my arm around her as she was still sound asleep. I figured since she was back in town for a minute, we can see each exclusively. I know it's sudden and Justin just got out the picture, but I think we're meant for each other. I know Zuri and I's relationship can excel more than what it is.

"It's such a bright day outside..." Zuri said in a raspy tone.

"Yep,"

I yawned and stretched and took a look outside. My blinds wasn't all the way closed, but I could still see a little bit of the way.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm much better now," she smirked.

"You gone tell me what happened with Justin?"

"I told him how I felt...he didn't like it and had a huge fit and started crying. I wasn't gonna calm him down though. But I think I dodged a huge bullet because he was still having his fits and he would get so angry. I knew it was a mistake. My friend and I talked and stuff and then she helped me move my stuff down here,"

"Do you still love Justin?"

"Like still in love or just in general?"

"Overall,"

"I'm not in love with him anymore, however, I still care about him. But I don't wanna be with him anymore. Gave him the ring back and everything. Half of my shit is in storage ready to be put in my house. I'm done this time,"

"So you have room for me?"

"I mean, I'm here with you, am I?"

"You know what I mean," I chuckled.

"I have all the space in the world for you,"

I kissed her cheek and pulled her in closer. I was still kind of tired so I was still dozing off here and there. That didn't matter though. All that mattered to me was that she was here with me and keeping me sane. From here on out, she's the only thing on my agenda.

#duke dennis #romance #love #18+ content

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quodekash · 1 year

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good morning, friends! im exhausted and only got like four hours of sleep, but at least im (kind of) mentally prepared to revisit the episode, so (you probably know the drill by now), here’s all my commentary and thoughts and stuff from the episode!

i feel like its important for everyone to know that i made myself an ice tea at 11:30pm because i knew i wouldnt be able to survive the episode alone

(and dont suggest that the ice tea is the cause of the lack of sleep, if anything it’s the only reason i got to sleep)

i was very nervous in the beginning cos i was pretty sure photjanee wouldnt be homophobic but also what if she is

props to her for not asking tinn cos he was visibly nervous/afraid

and gun told gim and she didnt even say anything at first. she just looked so freaking proud, then hugged him and said “whoever you love, i love” and i love her so much she’s a freaking perfect mother

PHOTJANEE’S NEURODIVERGENT AND AWESOME HUSBAND who is still nameless IS SITTING NEXT TO HER SO HE’S GONNA SAY SOME HELPFUL AND SUPPORTIVE WORDS

“were you afraid to hear the answer” im sensing a recurring themeeee (if youve forgotten and somehow havent rewatched the show over and over again, in episode 6 gun kept saying he was afraid to hear the answer of who tinn liked)

“i think if he’s ready, he’ll tell you himself. give it time. time for tinn and yourself.” I LOVE THIS MAN

also side note: she’s really pretty

i smell a sponsorship

a canon printer sponsorship

theyre so subtle with their sponsorships

“by the way, this printer is so convenient, it can be used with any operating system, right?” NICE ONE GEM, REAL SUBTLE, NO ONE WILL KNOW

TIWPOR TINNGUN DOUBLE DATE STUDY DATE ONCE AGAIN

AND SOUNDWIN BEHIND THEM (and also yo and pat i guess)

tinngun are always reminiscent of patpran, but so much throughout this episode it literally felt like i was watching bad buddy

GUN FINALLY KNOWS THAT TIW KNOWS AND GUN IS LIKE ‘wait did you tell him’ AND TIW JUST GOES

“do you think this nerd would succeed in getting your love without my help”

AND HE’S SO ICONIC AND HE’S SO RIGHT AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OH MY GOSH

also rip four and tinn’s homosecuality, they have to pretend to date for this music video

also also WE GET TO SEE FOUR AND HER GIRLFRIEND AGAIN OMG I LOVE THEM

THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY

LOOK AT THEM AND THEIR IN-LOVE-NESS

cant wait for the homophobia this episode /sarc

“we just have to wait until the dinosaurs are extinct and humans rule the world” TIW LITERALLY JUST SAID WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR ALL THE BOOMERS TO DIE OUT AND THEN GAYS CAN RULE THE WORLD THIS IS FREAKING HILARIOUS

I CANT EXPLAIN IT, THEIR FACES ARE SO REMINISCENT OF PATPRAN AND MORE SO THAN USUAL

does- does this count as a first kiss

that was so sudden

help???

theyre so cute tho i love them

PROM DAY (looking back, how does so much happen in this one day)

✨gotta love being outed✨

GUN JUST TOLD THE BROSKIS

and por is, naturally, very excited

but also somehow very oblivious

i had a feeling yo knew already

apparently sound told win ages ago (when? idk man)

pat having a suspicion about it is actually very surprising

“you and you, what’s going on? you’ve been weird”

FINALLY THE SCENE OF THEM HOLDING HANDS AND SHOWING THE GUYS IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR WAY TOO FREAKING LONG

AND THEY BOTH LOOK SO FREAKING HAPPY

IM DYING

i need to ingrain every soundwin scene from this episode into my brain cos there’s so much of it and i want to see it all forever please

tis raining and theyre under an umbrella and soundwin did it first

okay so. it sucks that they were outed. and people shouldnt take photos of other people and then post it on social media because they can, cos thats an invasion of privacy and is not cool.

on the other hand, everyone seems thrilled by it and tinngun aren’t hurt by it happening so i guess its okay

in general tho people should not do this cos it could go very badly

but this is a bl drama not real life so its fine

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE A NEUROSPICY GUY

they did the happy arms

and theyre sitting cross-legged on top of a table

i love you random side character

PAT AND POR BEING ALL HAPPY AND EXCITED IS HILARIOUS I LOVE THEM

“no one cares about people’s sexual orientation these days. its a new world. right, pumpkin??” GUI4HERIH4IIGU (note to past me: it gets worse. you’re gonna progressively die even more)

EW PEOPLE ARE MESSAGING PHOTJANEE SAYING TINN’S GONNA RUIN THE SCHOOL’S REPUTATION AND STUFF

...what series was it

did- did you watch bad buddy, photjanee

did tinn’s parents watch bad buddy

ive decided they watched bad buddy until proven otherwise

‘its down to us whether we’re as kind to our son as those in the series’ THIS MAN HAS THE WISEST KINDEST WORDS AND I WANT TO GIVE HIM A BIG HUG

tiw and tinn are actually really sad about kajorn leaving the student council which is slightly confusing (not cos i hate him, im finding it increasingly difficult to hate him, i just didn’t think tiw and tinn actually liked kajorn)

‘people are arguing whether it’s guntinn or tinngun’

...

im gonna say it

i have to say it

you cant stop me from saying it

soundwin did it first

(technically it was satangwinny vs winnysatang but thats not the point)

there i said it

hah

babes she’s known for months

(but yes absolutely if you’re comfortable telling her and you think you should, go right ahead :] )

i hate this teacher

i would like to punch him please

luckily i know, thanks to the preview last episode, that he does, in fact, get punched, so it’s all good

KAJORN IS IN THE ROOM WHILE GUN IS DISTRESSED

I REPEAT, JORN IS THERE

yay tinn is there with gun while he cries

thank you tinn for existing

GO AWAY TEACHER

DON’T ENTER THE ROOM

"im sorry, i was just joking around with my friend, i didnt mean to insult you" yeah, okay, well thats only part of the problem. other problems are: a. the fact that you had to say such a horrible thing in order to joke around with your friend. if that's the kind of humour your friend has, that person should not be your friend, unless it's also your humour, in whcih case, that isnt a sincere apology. b. it's not just that you insulted gun. you also insulted an entire community of people, of students, of human beings, who just want to exist and live as people doing what they want to do. you cant say something homophobic and then only apologise because it hurt one person close to you. you say something homophobic, and then you apologise - in a way that you GENUINELY MEAN - and say you had no intention of hurting so many people, including gun. or, alternatively, dont say the homophobic thing in the first place. c) you’re a freaking TEACHER. a TEACHER is there to SUPPORT and CARE for ALL of their students. a TEACHER should not be saying terrible things where ANYONE could overhear. if a TEACHER cannot be supportive for ALL STUDENTS, then they should not be a teacher. (im a huge defender of teachers cos theyre human beings with lives and families and hobbies and theyre more than just the adult human that tells you 2 plus 2 is 4. but i am also a huge defender of students cos theyre human beings and also children and theyre still developing. and i am especially a defender of students and an offender of teachers when the teacher clearly hates children or isnt a good teacher or should not at all be a teacher. so this isnt me hating all teachers, i love teachers, i could talk about how unappreciated they are for hours. but i cannot stand it when a teacher behaves the way this teacher did. i hate it so freaking much.)

THE TEACHER WAS “SHOCKED” COS GUN IS A “ROCKSTAR” SO THE TEACHER “THOUGHT YOU WERE MANLY”

THATS NOT AN EXPLANATION NOR IS THAT AN APOLOGY

GENDER AND SEXUAL IDENTITY ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FREAKING THINGS

AND EVEN THEN, GENDER AND GENDER EXPRESSION ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FREAKING THINGS

LIKING MEN DOESNT MAKE SOMEONE ANY LESS ‘MANLY’ SO STFU AND GET FIRED ALREADY

FREAKING YES

GOOD

HELL YES

KAJORN PUNCHED THE TEACHER BEFORE TINN COULD

THIS IS EVERYTHING I COULDVE ASKED FOR OR NEEDED

I LOVE IT SO MUCH

I LOVE KAJORN SO MUCH

IM FINALLY ALLOWED TO NOT HATE HIM AND IM VERY GLAD ABOUT IT

DAMN SOUND

I MEAN I AGREE BUT WOW I WASNT EXPECTING THAT

‘i HoPe YoU giVe A fAiR jUdGeMeNt oN tHiS cAsE’ bro its not court

and absolutely she’ll give fair judgement

shes freaking awesome and i love her

also what does probation mean

“don’t use violence to solve problems. do you understand?” okay, yes, im 100% on board with you, i completely agree, but, hear me out here: homophobia.

I LOVE PHOTJANEE SO MUCH

COLD AS ICE SHE GOES “if you’re not satisfied with my judgement, write a complaint. but dont forget to add every detail truthfully”

SHE’S SO ICONIC

TRULY A SLAY

“LET GO OF MY SON. as principal, all i can do is submit a report regarding your behavior to those in authority. but as a mom, MY SON CAN LIKE WHOEVER HE LIKES. STAY OUT OF IT. if i hear anything filthy from you again, your penalty will go far beyond this” I FELT HER ANGER

I LOVE HER WITH ALL MY SOUL

SHES FREAKING AWESOME

and kajorn looks so happy and content

i love him

PROM TIME AND THE STIMS ARE STIMMING REAL HARD RN

WHY AM I CRYING WHILE LISTENING TO YOU’VE GOT MA BACK? THIS ISN’T A SAD SONG

C O M E C L O S E R

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH POR

OOOOO NEW SONG

SOUNDWIN CHEEK KISS

IM LITERALLY CRYING THEYRE SO CUTE

(note to past me: it’s gonna get worse)

aww gun’s in the audience singing directly to tinn this is so cute

GRBRHKBGRIUBJROBUR

I WOULDVE BEEN CONTENT WITH JUST SOUND KISSING WIN BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING

I AM THE OPPOSITE OF COMPLAINING

GIREBVIRUB

TINN AND GUN ARE GOING ON THE STAGE TOGETHER HAND IN HAND

HOW IS THIS SO FREAKING PERFECT

AND SOUND’S GOT A GUITAR SOLO COS HE’S AWESOME LIKE THAT

HAPPINESS

BIG HAPPIES

MUCH OF THE VERY HAPPINESS

their hugs always look so comfy

someone in the audience asked if theyre real and gun said nothing but hashtag #MySchoolPresident and it’s still so funny to me

its like theyre telling us the watchers

like USE TEH HASHTAG, PLEASE

and we’re like WEVE ALREADY BEEN DOING THAT, CALM DOWN

ew old teachers

shut up with your judgy faces

no one cares

YAY FOR YOUNG PROGRESSIVE TEACHERS WHO DONT CARE WHAT THE BOOMERS THINK

cos, as tiw said, the boomers will die out soon and then gays can rule the world

can the episode just end here

i dont want to go through the emotional turmoil of whats coming

cos i know its coming

there’s gonna be a graduation scene

and im very scared

my mentally ill butt can never be okay for graduation scenes

and yet my mentally ill butt keeps consuming media set in the senior year of high school

DAMN THIS ENDING IS GONNA BE LONG

31:48 MINUTES

STRAP IN YOUR SEATBELTS COS WE’RE GONNA BE IN FOR ONE EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER

WAIT NO LET THERE BE MORE

JUST ONE MORE

OR TWO

OR AN ENDLESS AMOUNT

DON’T LET IT BE OVER

PLEASE

“its the last day of our high school lives.” ACK SHOOT FREAK FRENCH GUSTAV AND SHOELACES AND TURTLES AND FREAKING SHOOT NOODLES WHAT THE FLIP

AH SHOOT I FORGOT ABOUT KAJORN BEING A YEAR YOUNGER THAN THEM

HE HAS TO CARRY ON THEIR LEGACY WITHOUT THEM

HES FREAKING ALONE

IDEK IF HE HAS ANY FRIENDS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ooo we’re gonna get another pool scene soon

NO STOP IT WITH THE SIGNED SHIRTS I CANT TAKE IT

‘no one ever asks if i can sign their shirts :[’ ‘sign my shirt’

‘ILL WRITE DOWN WHAT I FEEL THAT IM TOO AFRAID TO SAY’ I FREAKING LOVE THEM

WAIT

SHOOT

I KNOW I ASKED FOR IT BUT I DIDNT EXPECT THEM TO ACTUALLY DO IT

IM IN SHOCK

LITERALLY CRYING

WHAT THE FLIP

HOLY FREAK

NO WAY

THIS IS THE END

THAT’S IT

IM DEAD

GONE

DECEASED

THEY FREAKING KISSED

RIGHT THEN AND THERE

PROPERLY KISSING

BEFORE TINNGUN

WHAT

IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

OW I PINCHED MYSELF

I LITERALLY CANT BELIEVE IT

“i wont let you kiss first you barstool” HOW ARE THEY SO- GJRBGIKRB

BUT ONCE ISNT ENOUGH

OH NO, THEY HAVE TO KISS AGAIN

JUST TO MAKE SURE IM DEAD

THEY ALREADY STABBED ME A COUPLE TIMES

THEN THEY KISSED AND THEY SLICED ME IN HALF WITH A REALLY COOL SWORD

AND NOW THEYRE SLICING MY HEAD OFF JUST TO MAKE SURE IM DEAD

‘STOP TRYING TO LOOK HANDSOME IDIOT BECAUSE ITS MAKING MY HEART SO WEAK’ I CANT WITH THESE TWO

I LITERALLY CANT EVEN PROCESS THAT THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED

SURELY IM DREAMING RIGHT NOW

THERES NO WAY THEY ACTUALLY FREAKING KISSED

AND TIWPOR RIGHT AFTER??? IT’S TOO MUCH POWER

AWWWWWW NOOK AND YOOOO

BUT POOR PAT IS COMPLETELY LONELY

PLS LET PAT NOT BE LONELY FOREVER

THEY BETTER GIVE PAT SOME HAPPINESS

NO?? THEYRE JUST GONNA CHANGE THE SCENE LIKE THAT??? OKAY THEN????????

no but why wasnt tiwporpat an option

they couldve gone down the polyamory route

as much as i love poking fun at pat being lonely, i want him to be happy, and tiwporpat makes sense

(i must also say that patjorn also makes sense and i wouldnt have been mad if they went down the tiwporpat route or the patjorn route. theyre both amazing. but no, they went with pat is lonely forever and its really freaking sad. thanks guys.)

OH TINNGUN POOL SCENE

POOL SCENE NUMBER... IDEK AT THIS POINT

they should kiss btw

GUN WROTE #MYSCHOOLPRESIDENT ON TINN’S SHIRT AND TINN WROTE ‘APPROVED BY THE SCHOOL PRESIDENT’ ON GUN’S SHIRT AND ITS SO FREAKING PERFECT

IT COMES FULL CIRCLE SO BEAUTIFULLY

THEY LITERALLY COULDNT HAVE WRITTEN ANYTHING GREATER

I FREAKING LOVE THIS SHOW

tinngun still have not kissed

NO PLS I CANT TAKE IT WITH THE HEARTFELT SPEECHES

HOW DO YOU CRY SILENTLY

NO THEYRE PLAYING ONE LAST SONG TOGETHER

STUFF YOU

I LITERALLY DONT KNOW IF IVE EVER CRIED HARDER THAN I DID WHILE WATCHING THAT FREAKING FINAL SONG

tinn’s father is so neurodivergent i love him

OMG GUN IS ACTUALLY SITTING AT THEIR TABLE AND HAVING A MEAL WITH THEM

IT’S NOT IMAGINARY GUN

IT’S REAL GUN

THIS IS CRAZY

PFFFFFFT TINN’S DAD HELPED HIM WRITE THE SONG FOR GUN

THAT’S FREAKING HILARIOUS

OH MY GOSH THEYRE ABOUT TO KISS-

darn you gun and your bloody hand in the way

too many times

this has happened far too many times

just kiss

please

YES

GOOD

EXCELLENT

but also soundwin did it first

ANYWAY THAT WAS PERFECT

OH MY GOSH

IM NOT OKAY

(the funniest thing about me constantly saying ‘im dying’ or ‘im dead’ is that my fitbit hasnt been able to pick up on my heartrate for literally hours. like, since i started watching the episode. it just stopped working. and if your heart isnt beating, you’re quite literally dead.)

final thoughts / main takeaways from that episode (and therefore the whole show)

tinngun are very cute

tinngun are patpran variants (we already knew this but still)

tiwpor havent been dating the whole time but there was definite crushing for a very long time

pat is sad and lonely and pls let there be tiwporpat or patjorn at some point in the future

we need a sequel please and thank you

soundwin are freaking perfect

this show is perfection

im mentally ill

that teacher sucks

tinn’s dad is neurodivergent and i love him

photjanee is amazing and awesome and i love her

gim is the greatest mother and i love her

i love all of these characters way too much and, last but not least,

soundwin did it first.

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marvelandponder · 2 months

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💖 🖊? Maybe these can go hand in hand! (Unless you want to keep your favourite parts for when they come out haha)

Fanfic Ask Game! Hehehehe! I was hoping somebody would use the pen! I'll answer the first one in general, then give you a snippet from an upcoming story I just finished revising (off to be illustrated!) 💖 What do you like most about your own writing? Hard to say, but I really love writing and dialogue. I've had to read back so much of my own stuff since I try to edit it to a good point before it goes to Bevin - so I will admit a terrible sin: I laugh at my own jokes. I also cry at my own stories, but I cry easy! 🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP. (let's goooooo!)

Her knuckles clunked against the hardwood, resounding. Floorboards shifted and sifted dust until a chain lock clocked open, and the door stepped back to let a half-awake, swollen-eyed Timber Spruce work out how to parse the view. “Sunset Shimmer?”

Mud clung to her rain-filled boots as Sunset stood on his covered porch feeling like a wet rat in a sewer drain. “... Hi,” she said, soaked through. “I’m sorry. I know it’s late, and dark, and you probably don’t exactly want to see me…” Over her shoulder, the rain splattered on her motorcycle, pouring off the roof. What’s he supposed to think? Any sense of cool had abandoned her and a chill broke through her layers. “I’ve got something I need to say to you.”

All the sleep loitering his eyes cleared out, and Timber brightened as if a shiny new bus pulled into camp. Chest sitting higher enough for her to notice his musculature, he pulled the door open with all the enthusiasm she got out of Banana or Spike. “Yeah?”

She got one look down at herself. He seemed to do the same, and he elected to join her on the porch. As he did, she reached into the inner pocket⁠ of her jacket and pulled out what she came for: two tickets to the Fall Formal.

Once he locked eyes with the ticket stubs, the power of his intense brows shrouded over everything, trees fallen on the forest floor. Thunder rumbled somewhere so far off that it could’ve been a bend in the wind. “Oh, no,” Timber said, kind of smiling. “I gave those to Twilight. She should get a chance to use them with someone.”

Sunset only moved to nod. Her leather creaked like the rain.

The firm hold his brows had deepend, gutting a trench between themselves⁠ until suddenly, they let go.

“Get back together with her,” she said, blacker than the pitch outside of the porch.

“Sunset⁠—”

“You make her laugh. You’re the same kind of weird. You’re good for her.” She could hear the rasp of her voice working over that one. “Maybe she rolled her eyes a lot and things ended, but I was there. I know she loved you. And I can guess how you feel about her.”

Timber listened to her in the rain in his pajamas and bedhead-hair.

“I thought if you broke up, she’d be sad but…” Celestia, the sound of how she cried the first night. Twilight’s rawed out voice dragged out into shaking quiet before another blast like each breath was a new wave. Sunset’s hand gripped her own soaked shirt just the same as she’d gripped the shirt on Twilight’s back. Mist crested off the eavesdrops. “I want her to stop hurting,” she said, Timber’s edges blurred. “She’s my best friend in any world.⁠⁠” Dull-eyed, she shook her head, tickets raised. “So? What’s stopping you? Go on and ask her to the dance.”

The wind changed and Timber shook his overly fluffy head. “... You have to know I’m not going to do that, right? You have to know that.”

Sunset’s ribs cramped, stitches in her sides. She shoved the tickets into his chest. “C’mon! I know you still like her! You crazy kids deserve each other⁠—what’s wrong with you?”

Rubbing the spot where the mushrooms on his shirt distinguished him as a Fungi at Parties, Timber looked down at the tickets at his chest like he was expecting something else to be there. “I don’t know what she told you about our breakup but think about it for a second: You’re talking about Twilight Sparkle.” He turned his chin to slant his look to her. “You really think she’d ever make a big decision without thinking it through?”

#eftd #sunset shimmer #timber spruce

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justminawrites · 10 months

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Where The Stars Collide - Chapter 2: Cana

AO3

Summary: Cana makes a bet. tw: Implied/referenced alcohol abuse; also general creepy drunk man behaviour (nothing that didn't happen in the anime)

prologue | 1 | 2 | TBC

Cana Alberona needed a drink.

Something much much stronger than mead, and enough to really get her hammered. Cana had been drinking since noon– no she didn’t have a problem and it was just the lighter stuff really; that was until her dead friend returned and nearly sent her into the underworld with a bone-crushing embrace.

“Cana!” Lisanna had squealed before jumping her, “It’s been so long!”

Cana had never been closer to quitting alcohol in her whole life.

Visions were one thing but the friend she hadn’t seen in five years nearly choking her in a hug in front of the whole guild? Nope. She was never drinking mead, no— ale, rum, water– she was never drinking anything ever again.

Cana sighed and absentmindedly twirled the empty goblet in her hand round and round. She should be happy.

Natsu and the others rescued Lisanna from someplace called Edolas where magic was apparently non-existent, or something, Cana hadn’t been listening. She’d only managed to stomach about 3% of the reunion before putting aside her empty mead barrel, and hightailing it out of Fairy Tail.

The rain accompanied her as she aimlessly wandered from bar-to-bar, only to have the door shut in her face each time; although Cana had garnered a fearsome reputation as a Fairy Tail member, nearly every bartender within a five mile radius had other reasons to be distrustful of the dark-haired wizard – namely her alcohol not-problem.

She’d finally sought refuge in a homely inn just on the outskirts of the city– the old innkeeper took pity when she’d seen the wizard slicked with rain, shivering in cobblestone alleyway – and forked over whatever jewels she had on her for a bed and another unsatisfying drink, but Cana’s monstrous thirst was particularly unquenchable tonight.

Motioning for another refill, she stared into her sad reflection as the mead slowly rippled into the goblet; finally reaching the conclusion that her sour mood probably had more to do with what Gramps said that very morning.

The old man had pulled her aside to hand her a notice with the guild’s sigil stamped in the far right corner, and the unmistakable scrawl of Fairy Tail’s strongest wizard detailing his intent to return. Cana had dropped the paper in surprise.

Gildarts Clive was coming.

“I wanted you to be the first to know,” Makarov had said, giving the top of her head a kind pat as she’d scrambled to pick up the paper with one hand and hide her tears with the other. After seven long years, her father was coming home.

Cana spent the rest of the day in a daze, unable to read even her cards properly (though not for lack of trying) until she reverted to alcohol to take the edge off. But then Lisanna showed up and all the alcohol in the world couldn’t keep Cana’s world from falling apart around her.

Cana always thought she was good under pressure. Sure, she had her vices but who didn’t, right? She’d kept her worry for her guild mates during the Oracieon Seis debacle at bay, and even strong-armed her way through everything that happened with Laxus and the Thunder Palace. The only time she lost her cool was when–

“Wake up! Why don’t you admire your handiwork ya traitor! You’re patheti–“

Cana sucked her teeth guiltily, recalling Gray’s drooping shoulders, the hardness on his face as Daphne and her Dragonoid terrorised the city.

She should’ve trusted him, the boy she’d grown up with would never have betrayed his guild for any reason, but Magnolia had only just recovered from a certain lightning dragonslayer’s reckless threats weeks prior and Cana had been looking for someone, anyone, to blame. They’d never expected– she’d never expected to fight Laxus; Laxus was as much her family as Natsu and Erza. As Gray.

It was though the universe had quite literally flipped on its head; her family were becoming enemies at the drop of a hat, while their enemies were being treated like family – and though she would forever be indebted to Juvia for her willingness to fight with Fairy tail, Cana wondered what Gramps was thinking when he let Gajeel in– after all he did to Lucy, to Levy.

Suffice to say she’d been looking for an emotional punching bag to relieve her of all that betrayal, and Gray’s unwarranted alliance with Daphne was the icing on the whipped cream of crap that’d become her life. She’d tried to apologise, in her own way, but Gray just waved it off – somehow that hurt more than if he’d never forgiven her at all.

He had a right to be angry. After all, if anyone should’ve known better, if anyone should’ve trusted him irrationally, it should’ve been her. Especially after everything they’d been through.

Cana blinked to see her tumbler once again painfully empty, and the sour taste of mead coating the back of her throat. She sighed; dredging up the past wouldn’t do either of them any good now. And it certainly wouldn’t stop her father from returning.

“Why hello there, pretty lady.”

Ugh. Cana’s lips curled distastefully as a man pulled up a barstool beside her and the sickly sweet croon of flirting trickled into her ear. Normally, she would jump at the opportunity to stuff down her emotions with drunk sex but she was hardly drunk and with the sloppy smile her neighbour was giving her, she doubted he was any good at the latter.

“No thanks,” she grunted, shifting away from him imperceptibly, the creak of her wooden chain echoing into the empty bar.

“Now, hold on a minute,” He scooted closer, the sweaty musk of some undoubtedly cheap perfume-oil pinching at her nose, “Don’t tell me you intend to keep all that lovely mead to yourself.”

“Why not?” She retorted, clutching the barrel protectively, “I paid for it.”

“Haven’t you heard of the saying that a drink has never tasted sweeter than the one you share it with?”

Cana rolled her eyes and turned to face him. This was her first proper look at the intruding man, and if she were in any better mood she’d have to admit she’d have slept with him without a second thought. Broad-shouldered, well-muscled, dark-hair, significantly older than her; it was like checking off a list.

“I’m Bacchus,” he gave her another saccharine smile when he noticed her sizing him up, “Often compared to the god of wine in my hometown.”

Cana snorted.

“Is that right?”

“I assure you,” he moved closer and motioned to her mead barrel, “–no one’s been able to beat me at a drinking contest yet.”

Cana found that hard to believe- despite his reservations, the man looked like a lightweight if she’d ever seen one. All brawn and no brains; they were usually the quickest to fall.

“I’m a member of Quatro Cerberus,” Bacchus continued, “I take it you’ve heard of us.”

“Nope,” She retorted, shifting away again in the hopes that he would get the hint and just leaver her the hell alone.

“We seem to have got off on the wrong foot,” he refused to tale the hint, “–why don’t we make a bet?”

Cana had a pretty good idea where this was going.

“You want to try and out-drink me?”

The idea was so ludicrous she might’ve laughed in his face if she were any less wary.

Now there weren’t many things Cana was proud of, but her wild teenage years had blessed her with an ironclad liver and a tolerance so high she’d have to toe the line between alcohol poisoning and death to really have a good night out. She was the reason there was a law in Magnolia stating bartenders were required to cut-off Fairy Tail wizards after their fifth barrel.

“No,” Bacchus held out his hand for her to shake, “I want you to try to out-drink me.”

If it were any other night, she would’ve got up and left by now. Normally she had no patience for arrogant asses who seemed determined to make fools of themselves but the thought of going back to the guild hall and facing everyone, facing Lisanna – Lisanna who hadn’t been there for the last five years; who hadn’t seen just how much of her grief Cana had chosen to drink away; Lisanna who’d stayed the exact same, bright-eyed and beautiful while her own heart shrunk unto itself – seemed even more unbearable.

“Fine,” she held out her hand hesitantly, seeing the dark glint in Bacchus’ eyes, “–what’re we betting on?”

“Just each other’s company,” He grinned, squeezing it, “But there’s a catch.”

She raised an eyebrow as Bacchus reached into the folds of his shiny purple, beetle-esque armour to pull out two metal flasks of liquid and held one out to her. Cana looked at him quizzically.

“Lotus-wine,” He explained, uncorking one with the flick of his finger, “A specialty where I’m from. I find mead to be too light for my stomach.”

Cana knew her alarm bells should be going off right now but the smell of the lotus-wine was strangely intoxicating in its newness, and the restlessness she’d been feeling all night was momentarily satiated by the unfamiliarity.

“I hope you’re ready to lose.”

Bacchus only nodded, watching her hungrily. Fingers closing around the flask, Cana tipped her head back and swallowed.

She was floating.

The wine had a vaguely sweet, berry-like flavour but everytime she tried to narrow down the offending fruit, it slipped off the tip of her tongue and sent her careening into a memory she’d desperately been trying to avoid.

She scrabbled at her lucidity for purchase as her vision blurred and tilted, the amber glow of the bar lights and poignant purple of her partner’s armour bleeding into one another to create the reddish-brown hue of her father’s hair.

And suddenly, Cana was in a memory.

It was the winter of X778; she remembers it well because it was the day she’d decided to tell Gildarts the truth.

She was his daughter.

It was Cana’s most well-kept secret, something she hadn’t dared to say out loud even to herself (in case she might bring about a stray jinx), and not a soul at Fairy Tail suspected as much. The only two people who knew were the ones it was impossible to hide anything from, namely Gramps, and the one friend she’d chosen to tell in confidence, Gray Fullbuster.

(Natsu found out by accident but Cana managed to convince him that the reason she and Gildarts smelled alike was because they’d both been cursed by a pixie and he could at no point bring it up with his mentor or the curse would become permanent.)

Cana wore her best dress, and rehearsed her lines over and over: “Cornelia Alberona was my mother. She fell sick and told me to find you before she died. I came to Fairy Tail to find you, Dad.”

She’d even consulted the cards, and they guaranteed that today would be the most auspicious day to receive news about long-lost family. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Cana woke up bright and early, and waited in the guild hall at a quarter-past-ten: that was when Gildarts and Natsu usually returned from their training. (In hindsight, she was far more jealous of Natsu than she’d let on, after all, Gildarts may have been a great mentor but he was her father first).

Sure enough, the two burst in through a random wall, arm-in-arm, faces mirroring a devious grin, despite Natsu’s sporting a purple bruise that would disappear by lunchtime.

“Hello, there!” Gildarts greeted her the way he always did, one arm on her head to ruffle her hair, and a gentle smile. No more, no less. She often wondered wether it was wrong for her to ask for more.

“Uhm– I–“ Cana stumbled over her words, her mind suddenly blank as the most powerful wizard in Fairy Tail paused and looked back expectantly, waiting for to continue. The words Cornelia.. sick.. find.. Dad.. all tangled up in her throat and what came out instead was,

“I’m Dad– don’t become sick, you might find Cornelia too!”

Gildarts looked at her bemusedly, but before could open his mouth to ask what the heck she’d meant by that, Natsu tugged at his cape so hard, he ripped a piece right off and went flying into a wooden bench.

“Ow!” The pink-haired boy whined, rubbing his head before earning a sharp smack from Erza on the exact same spot and rushing to hide from the “Monster" behind his mentor. Gildarts picked him up, momentarily forgetting her blunder (forgetting her), and hoisted the little dragonslayer onto his shoulders, who for his part, spent the next ten minutes crowing about his newfound vantage point by taunting his redheaded adversary.

Cana sighed. Guess today wasn’t the right day after all.

“What’re you moping about,” a dark-haired boy interrupted her wistful mumbling, “I can see your sappiness from all they way over there.”

Cana felt her mood lighten as she looked up into equally dark eyes, now flickering with concern.

“And I can see your underwear,” She snickered, having the pleasure of seeing is face go from stoic to horrified in a matter of seconds. Once Gray had located his pants, and Cana had set up her impromptu fortune-telling booth on one of the bar tables, he joined her in keeping watch over the rest of the guild’s shenanigans.

The two of them had drifted together, against all odds, by being excluded from the rest of their guild since they were still children. They wouldn’t be invited to missions or after-parties and hence ended up around the guild-hall with nothing much to do. Cana hadn’t wanted to be friends at first, the clothes-stripping weirdo was the last person she’d seek out voluntarily, but over the years, found that she hadn’t minded his company. And it seemed to be mutual.

“So, did you tell him?” Gray asked, crossing his arms over his shiny, new guild-mark. Envy shone in Cana’s eyes but she tried her level best not to stare.

“How did you get Gramps to approve the guild-mark,” Cana said instead, “I thought you need to be at least 17 to be a licensed wizard in Magnolia.”

“Ah, this?” He puffed up his chest, pride shining out of every 12-year-old cell in his body, “He said I was ready to have mine.”

“You begged him didn’t you,” She suppressed a smile as Gray’s shoulders went taught.

“Did not,” He sniped, but watched quietly as she laid out the blue deck of oracle cards in front of her in neat lines.

“Did you steal the guild-stamp then?” Cana was only joking but when she saw Gray absentmindedly rubbing the silver cross necklace around his neck (a tell), she gasped, sending a few cards scattering over the wooden floorboards.

“You did!”

“Not on purpose! Natsu dared me to do it!”

“That IS on purpose, you idiot!” Cana groaned and put her head in her hands; when Gramps heard about this they’d all be in trouble. Natsu, Erza, even Lisanna! When one of them was in trouble, all of them were: Fairy Tail motto through and through. And Laxus would give ‘em all hell for it.

“Yeah, yeah, they’ll never know,” Gray shrugged off her nagging and bent over to pick up the fallen cards.

"Sure,” She rolled her eyes, “I bet you can’t keep your clothes on for more than 10 minutes!”

“My clothes ARE on!”

“For NOW!”

“What’s all this about clothes now?”

Cana only just kept herself from gasping out loud as Gildarts’ rumbling voice interrupted their tiff; the wizard then bent over to pick up the final card and lay it on top of the wooden bar table: The Emperor .

Even Gray fell quiet at the sight of the man, awestruck by the raw magical energy that seemed to fill the room with his presence even before he arrived. Gildarts knelt to be eye-level with the children and smiled.

“Now, I remember you trying to tell me something little-miss,” he said kindly, looking at Cana.

“Are you sure you have to leave so soon?” Master Makarov interrupted scurrying at Gildarts’ heels, before she could open her mouth.

“I’m afraid so, Master,” he replied, his face taking on a hardened edge Cana hadn’t seen before, “The beast is too cunning to be slain by normal means; only brute force will work.”

Master Makarov gave a deep sigh and squeezed his guild member’s shoulder.

“Remember what I said to you earlier,” Makarov’s voice took on an almost threatening tone, “–you will always have family here.”

Cana watched their back an forth in confusion, suddenly clapping her hands together as an idea came to her.

“I can read your fortune!” She said excitedly, reshuffling The Emperor card into the blue deck in front of her.

Makarov and Gildarts exchanged a look.

“I haven’t heard those words in a long time,” Gildarts said finally, turning back to her, “– tell me, little girl, was your mother a fortune-teller too?”

“Yes! Corn– uh– cornfields! She used to work in the cornfields in the countryside which is where she learned to read..”

Gray shook his head as if to say ‘smooth.’

“I- uh- I see,” Gildarts nodded awkwardly like what she’d said made perfect sense.

“Anyway,” Cana tried to move on from the hiccup, “Just give me a second.”

She closed her eyes and focused on the small, paper panels of the cards, the runes inscribed onto them and breathe in, breathe out, breath in...

Cana held in a grin as she heard Gray catching his breath at the new party trick she’d learnt specially to impress her father. The cards had begun to glow a faint blue, and float around her in gentle circular patterns with three main ones flipping over to tell the fortune.

She opened her eyes, pleased to find both Gildarts and Gramps clapping obediently, while Gray’s expression had already soured.

“What does it say?” Gildarts prompted.

“You’ll finish the mission very quickly and be back home in a jiffy!” Cana affirmed. The S-class wizard laughed then, gently ruffling her hair again, before taking his leave. A spark of what felt like panic seized her chest, all of a sudden.

“Let’s hope you’re right little–“

“Cana.”

“Hm?” He turned in confusion.

“My name’s Cana. Cana Alberona.” She said matter-of-factly, waiting to see a glimpse of recognition in Gildarts’s impenetrable gaze.

“Well, then,” He smiled knowingly, “Let’s hope you’re right Little Cana Alberona.”

And then her father was gone.

Cana felt herself drift back into the present reluctantly; that hadn’t been the entire memory, there was still more that happened after Gildarts left, but she found herself dipping in and out of the current like a leaf, until it completely swept her back onto shore, back into the ochre glow of the inn on the outskirts of Magnolia.

Cana found that though she’d regained consciousness, the lotus-wine had quite literally swept her off her feet; she was lying on the wooden floorboard, at the foot of her barstool, objectively and inexcusably drunk.

Her pride was more wounded than she was. This is what the great Cana Alberona had been reduced to? For shame.

The memory had left her feeling light-headed, so much so that she didn’t notice Bacchus leaning over her curled up frame in triumph, holding what looked like a turquoise-blue flag.

“Looks like I win,” he crooned, waving the flag in front of her eyes, “Guess I’ll be taking this as a trophy, pretty lady.”

Cana didn’t think much of it, the aftermath of the wine and memories demanded she sleep it off, even here, on the inn’s wooden floorboards; until she turned to fold unto herself and made the shocking revelation that her bra was missing.

Her.. Bra.. Was..

Oh that wasn’t a turquoise flag he was waving in her face, it was her–

Cana’s eyes flashed open, arms protectively clutching at her naked chest; just in time to see the door swing open and Bacchus’s big, broad-shouldered frame fly backwards and hit the wall with a sickening crack of broken bone.

Gray Fullbuster stood at the entrance, his dark eyes flashing with unbridled rage.

Next Chapter ->

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simcardiac-arrested · 10 months

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Im trying to do one of those iterator ask blogs, do you have any tips? Especially for getting it off the ground? Since I’m just kinda stumped about how to be interesting and reel people in, as I supposed to post at certain times? And what kind of things should I post if I haven’t gotten any questions. I’m sorry if these are kind of odd questions lol. And a lot in advance! :)

i swear i replied to an ask with askblog tips before but i cant find itttttttttt Falls to the ground. so i’ll just answer this as it is then (i managed to ramble for a bit so i put it under the cut)

umm. i wouldn’t say i exactly. have advice. for getting your blog off the ground. Because if you ask me how my own askblog got so much attention i would say I dont know . the only reason i even started it was because someone in the tags said i should and the concept of an askblog was appealing to me So i did that. and if you go to the very beginning of the blog you will see that most of the asks are just from my friends asking either silly or serious stuff. so i guess on that front my word of advice is just …. go to your friends. and be like Dude you will never believe what just happened to me (made an askblog) and let them get interested in it. just the same circle of friends can circulate the askblog long enough to attract new people. probably ?

i mean i guess the thing i also did was reblog the intro post to my main. once. and then never again. i reblogged asks sometimes if i liked them or if they were funny but i mostly kept my main blog stuff and askblog stuff separate (i suppose i did at that point have mostly rain world fans as my following so me reblogging it to my main maybe made them interested) you absolutely do not need to post at certain times. i mean…. you Can get a schedule if you wanttt. but like it’s literally fine i just answer asks whenever and ball

another thing about asks is that. Asks Produce Asks. so to speak. because everytime you answer an ask you get at least 3 more for it. so as long as you keep answering asks you’ll keep getting asks, though sometimes people will also send you stuff even if you havent answered in a month or something. But yeah i guess what im trying to say for this uhh …. if you don’t get any asks at first either try and get your friends to ask some questions. or if not that then maybe ask yourself stuff ….??? i dont knowww but like i said when ppl see an answered asks they get motivated to send an ask of their own. so

umm if you havent gotten any questions in a while you can just post. whatever. it’s your askblog. you can lorepost or you can just post silly images relating to your iterator oc The world is your oyster man

some more general advice is to draw asks however you want. you don’t have to fully polish and color all of them, you can just color certain ones or hell never color any asks, you can even not draw at all because i know some people reply with just in-character text. either way i promise you at least Someone will be interested so. good luck ? i hope that helped at least a little bit

#‘hope that helps’ i say realizing a second later that i have not really said anything helpful at all #but it’s because i seriously never planned for my askblog to get. big #i did not reblog stuff for it i did not tag it at all as Anything rain world related #i just did it for sillies and then suddenly. soemthing happened #i really dont know what #Maybe part of it is because wayback is kind of a unique iterator. in terms of both visual design and personality/story #ppl get interested in. new and interesting concepts. but like don’t feel pressured to make your iterator oc something outstanding or some #gay shit like that. Im just insane and i felt like if i made yet another serious emo iterator oc no one would like it and i’d get shunned #from the community for being unoriginal. So that’s why i made myself sit down and really think about how i could make an oc that stands out #but yeah anyways uhhh. i rly need to find that other ask i answered …#cramswering

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rianafying · 4 months

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was away from my phone for a day and it feels like i haven’t been on tumblr in ages.

it’s 2am rn, raining heavily, im enjoying this a lot. but i can’t help but feel overwhelmed by all the tasks that await me. just always, generally, in life. they’re not difficult to people, but they’re near impossible to me. i feel very scared very often. stability feels foreign and instability feels awful. cried a lot at the protest today, i can’t do protests they’re emotionally just too much for me. i’ve been daydreaming about falling in love. nobody in my mind, just generally, the idea of love. which is good i guess? it’s healthy to want it. i’m not as damaged as i had feared. but i really need to get a little more control over my life. drinking tea really helps with the nerves. gives me clarity. shuts down most of the chaos in my head makes it so that i can follow and complete one train of thought at a time. feels like a miracle drug but it’s just plain black tea, the cheapest most generic one i could find. crazy i know. i’ve been rewatching bridgerton. i really do love the show. and i have the fattest crush on jonathan bailey. embarrassing i know. it’s my guilty pleasure show. found some good music lately. new stuff. on repeat. added to my coming of age summer playlist. the age being 24. i can’t believe im going to be 24 soon and im so proud of myself not for anything i’ve achieved but instead for starting to let go of my obsession with achievement. there’s no good reason to torture oneself over never finding enough success under the horrible system that is capitalism. nothing is ever enough. makes me think of dc, when he said if you can, take my hand, i promise you’ll find love again, love again. very unrelated but also extremely related to my current situation. not soon though. i really hope it’s not soon. i’m enjoying my solitude. i swear the next time i do this whole love thing it’s going to be so different from anything i have ever experienced before. if there even is a next time. only time shall tell. i think time is the only thing can can be told and do the telling. i might be wrong, there might be a hundred other things. but. back to life as i know it today, i should sleep. i should shower then i should apply my medicine then i should sleep. i should also drink water. very very important. crazy how so much work is essential for the body to keep on living. and how it lets you know very aggressively when it has not had enough. food, sleep, movement, sun, medicine, and the list goes on. there’s so much stuff i need to throw out. so many people whose messages i have to reply to. i often forget because 90% of texting is just formality and roughly 10% is actual information exchange. i don’t think i’ve ever truly been missed by someone. my friends always say they miss me. i miss them dearly, but i can’t imagine being missed. like to think that they felt my absence and “missed” “me”. what a crazy world and what a lucky girl i am. at least in this regard. i wonder why hank and john have not spoken up about palestine. i wonder how anyone i have ever respected could stay silent while witnessing cruelty of this level. i’m not even a sjw or a particularly passionate activist. i don’t normally feel like everyone needs to care about something. but this? this is just. beyond. just beyond. everything. i worshipped hank and john. they taught me almost everything i know and i never thought i could ever be let down by them. yet here i am. learned my lesson about worshipping people. but what about god? god is so much worse, like asfsgshdjdkdldlflkkkl. it’s nearly 3am. i always do this. i always stay up too late the night before an important gig. it’s the over thinking that keeps me from peace. i’ll take some stevia w me to the studio so i can make my tea when im there! my brain.

i hope i don’t have to move back to bangladesh, because it is terrible over there. especially now that im seeing all the election season atrocities. i dont know what will happen in my life but i know that im trying my best. i’m always trying to prove myself, but to whom? who am i trying to answer to? pobody’s nerfect, i need to take it easy. goodnight for now.

#personal #journal entry

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evelhak · 6 months

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Old art #21: Four Colours

I love talking about this old project. We drew this exchange impro comic with the childhood friend my last repostober post was about, when we were 12-16. We sent the pages to each other with our letters, and that was our way of continuing to do art together after I moved away from my birth town.

Basically, it's our version of W.i.t.c.h. and Winx club type of magical girl stories. Except... we really didn't give a crap about the magic part of the story. We drew so much about the characters' ordinary life that it's hilarious how every once in a while it's like a side note... "Oh yeah, I guess we should do something about our magical mission, huh. Anyway, I'm really stressed about the math test tomorrow." Lol. I guess in that sense it resembles h2o more than it does those other series? They're mostly just living life. Except they don't really get into funny incidents because of their magical secret. It's really mostly just school, friendships, family, dating, for some reason a singing contest two of the characters win and become famous (LOL exactly what 12-year-olds would come up with), with some resemblance of a plot sometimes.

Yes, the comic's name was really just "Four Colours" and yes, the characters were colour-coded and their colour was in their name. They had colour related powers and with absolutely ridiculously over-dramatic names, like, seriously, I can't even say them, even now that I'm mostly endeared by the stuff I wrote as I kid. (My dear KnB's got nothing on these 12-year-olds. It was that bad.)

The magic plot was basically that there was this random village somewhere(?), where people were dying because of some magical disease and these four girls were chosen to climb a magical mountain and unite their colours at the top of it, and that's how the village would be saved. Sounds completely ridiculous, but when I think about it, I guess it's not completely uncreative from kids that age. (But the chosen ones sure let the village suffer for a long time.)

Obviously, as we grew, we just ditched the most ridiculous stuff, and some parts of the end of the story when we were 15-16 aren't completely horrible.

The story was full of generic and unexplained villains, weird anatomy, for some reason it always started raining and someone pointed it out for no reason, there was a character who was a real dramatic romanticised curse magnet, another whose breakup with a guy she'd only known for a few months haunted her for more than half of the 500-page story, another who was co-dependent on the dramatic curse magnet and made everything about her, and the one who both me and my friend had apparently decided was the least interesting character because she did practically nothing.

But these are the stories that make you grow into a writer, you know? And I still love these characters. I have plans to rewrite their story in a completely different way that brings out those interesting personalities that had to suffer from this horrible story.

And like I said, some of it is not that bad, and is interesting to me. Like, there's this character who sees everything magical that happens to them through a religious lens, and that is neither confirmed nor debunked at any point in the story, and none of the others ever argue about it with her even though they clearly don't see it that way, they never even say anything like "oh well, that's her", because that's just so her, that no one has to even mention it. It's just her way of seeing the world, and she never really pushes it onto others either. I like that. And there are some fairly interesting psychological consequences some characters suffer from because of their powers, which is something I always want to see in stories, and also is pretty clear unintentional exploration of neurodiversity from me when I didn't know anything about it. Some powers are also clear unintentional explorations of trauma.

I also experienced some of the first insane flow states with this story. One time I stayed up all night and drew 40 pages in that one sitting.

Anyway, this is just another story that will never leave me and probably explains part of my taste for writing about the everyday lives of extraordinary people.

#repostober #traditional art #original art #four colours

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icyfox17 · 8 months

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🛤️ 👻 🔥 ✋ 🌸 🏞️ 🛣️!!!!!!

Lonesome Dreams 🛤️ — What is your most frequent recurring dream, and what do you think it means?

oohh uhh hmmm i dont really have recurring dreams, like idk if i've ever had the same dream twice? I mean recently i had two dreams in a row about me meeting up with online friends so there's that?? i think it means i really want to meet up with my online friends LMFAOFDSKJK

The Ghost on the Shore 👻 — If you were a ghost, what place would you haunt?

OOOOHH this is such a cool question. i'd love to be a ghost that haunts a forest or not to like steal from the song but a beach. i just love the imagery the song provides, but i also love like. the place i feel most grounded in and stuff are forests. like i love digging my hands into the dirt and stuff, so i could totally see myself just haunting a random forest up north where not a lot of people go to.

She Lit a Fire 🔥 — Describe a stranger that you only met once but have never forgotten.

i feel like there are so many but now im blanking?? i love interactions with random strangers, it makes me feel hope in the world. i mean there was this really nice time where i was like . super into the music i was listening to lmao, i felt on top of the world, and i noticed this other person on the train staring at me LMAOSDFKJDKSJ it was kinda off putting but like . they just were smiling at me and stuff and i could tell that my enthusiasm was infectious and idk i just felt like that was a really nice moment we both shared

Dead Man’s Hand ✋ — What would be your reaction to finding a dead body by a desert road?

uh . panic LMAO i think my gut would drop and my heart would start to feel faster and i'd look around quickly to see if anyone else were nearby and i'd probably immediately text my friends being like "I JUST FOUND A DEAD BODY??!?!?!????" and then call 911 LMAOSDFKJDSKAF help i have my priorities straight

my hands would probably shake like i am not good with gore at alllll, i'd also probably find it kinda cool and probably analyse it (as much as i could without feeling sick) to see if there were any initial outside wounds and try to see if i could figure out the cause of death

La Belle Fleur Sauvage 🌸 — What flowers do you want in your grave?

honestly i love all flowers :D but my go to fav are lillies so... those?

Wait by the River 🏞️ — Where do you go to collect your emotions?

(pssttt what does collect emotions mean? HELP does it mean like . to remain calm, to get in touch with them, to control them?)

im gonna go with like . what do i do to calm myself down when i get overwhelmed and uhh, going on walks really helps. especially if it's raining or cold outside. if it's hot outside than that doesn't work and i'll lie down on the tile floor and help that cools me down. but yeah i'll go on a walk. there's a park close to my house that is really nice so i'll go there and just sit next to a tree and listen to the birds. it's really grounding. another grounding thing i tend to do is put my hand on trees. idk why but i've always felt... more stabilized when i do that. it makes me feel connected to nature which makes me feel more at peace and stuff. same with me digging my hands into the dirt as i mentioned previously. i dont know i just really like being one with nature lmaoadsfjkaskdjf (that being said i do not like getting muddy .)

When the Night Is Over 🛣️ — What is your favourite thing to do in the rain?

OOOH in the rain? as in outside? probably just stand in it. and let it seep over my body. i love getting absolutely soaked (when i want to LMAO if i have to be somewhere or whatever or i get caught in the rain then it is not fun. but when i go on a walk and i know i can be home relatively quickly, then i love getting soaked).

on rainy days in general? i love curling up on the couch, under a blanket, and drinking tea. now whether im writing, watching a show, or reading, doesn't really matter tbh. i just love comfy couch vibes with tea. it makes me really happ :))

#THANKS FOR THIS GRACIE !!!#this was really nice eueueue #grace tag #foxieasks #ask games

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fire-mage-719 · 2 years

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oh i am wildly interested in any god-related story, esp doing crimes (^:< if you're comfortable sharing, could you tell me more info on your oc story??

Oh, absolutely!

It's one of my MANY oc stories, but this one is close to my heart for a few reasons.

This started off with one of my DnD characters whose campaign promptly died, and I decided I loved the little bastard too much to let him never see the light of day again. So, with some reworking, I incorporated him into my main story world.

His name is Hodr of The Dark, a dark elf rogue. His fucked up backstory TM is that he was abandoned as a kid and picked up by some Wood Elves who were traveling the continent. So, he grew up on the road with them, learning to be a selfless, nice, and respectful person. Eventually, they get to this destination that seems totally normal- and Hodr lives there in this big community with everyone else. Once he's old enough, him and the other kids about the same age learn that they are, in fact, in a torture cult! The Goddess of Selflessness, Others, and Protecting the Weak has a little-known cult that lives in the middle of nowhere, who has been trying to use a loophole in the Goddess' selflessness policy by taking the torture that is cult-ordained for someone else yourself. So, generally in pairs, they take the other person's torture, and get a little bit of power because they're taking the suffering of someone else. Hodr is paired up with his best friend at the time, and refuses to let her take his part of the torture. So he takes double torture, and because he's not following cult rules, gets put in the cult slammer for "crimes".

Now you might be thinking. Hey, this is a bit fucked up! Yes, it is. But it's the only way this all works out so hold on just a hot second.

Now, eventually, Hodr has been taking on WAY too many torture things over the years, and gets sick. So the cult pulls his friend out, and finally manages to get her cult-ordained torture in, just with a new partner. But funny thing: she doesn't actually get hurt at all. And neither does the other person. The cult figures out that she's meant to be the vessel for their Goddess of Selflessness- so she is to be revered and treated well. The only reason they never found out after all this time is because Hodr has been protecting her for so long. The cult manages to convince her that, hey, this is a good thing! You can actually join the cult proper now!

Since the main reason she didn't go through with the torture stuff was A) She was a crybaby about getting hurt and was very afraid of it B) Hodr said he would protect her, she was totally fine with this way of entering the cult proper without having to get hurt.

When Hodr wakes up he's reasonably pissed. And decides, fuck it, I'm getting out of this shithole.

But, for his best friend to ascend to the cult proper, they do need one final sacrifice in her name. And who better to do it than her best friend, who has been doing it this whole time for her anyways? So, they leave Hodr alone to heal for a few months, to prepare for the big ceremony. And, during the ceremony, he manages to get out of the grips of the cult members, light a lot of shit on fire, and run. Not without getting a nice bit of his face burnt and smashing his head into the floor, but besides those few injuries, he's doing ok. Ish.

While he's running away, it's raining hard as hell outside. He's hearing things all around him, and a voice in his head, and he thinks at this point, with everything that's happened, he's gone crazy. Reaching the edge of a cliff, he falls off to avoid getting captured by some cult members, and falls into the ocean.

I realize this is taking really long lol so I'll start to shorten it down.

But Hodr wakes up on the shore a long ways away, hungry as hell and tired as hell. The voice in his head is still talking to him, but at this point, he just thinks he's crazy due to all the torture stuff. Little does he know (or care) that the voice in his head is the God of Self- the twin and opposite God of the Goddess the cult worshipped. But at this point, after years of being tortured, and never getting any help, Hodr is completely atheist and just thinks that his inner voice has an ego.

He starts to steal little things around the town he wound up in to survive, as he was pretty good at sneaking around and being quiet. However, he does eventually get caught, but by a member of the thieves' guild. This guy takes him in, teaches him how to be a rogue all proper like, and becomes one of the best members of the guild. His focus is on information and political things.

Hodr earns the moniker "of The Dark" because every person he's robbed info from, whatever, has never actually seen him.

The story itself is a bit complicated, but essentially a bunch of different things happen to establish Hodr as a character, his work, and the sort of things he does outside of that. He foils a few royal plots, gets a run in with some other magic people, and figures out who the real next heir of the kingdom is. This whole time it's been alluded to that as he's been working as a member of the thieves' guild, that the cult has been looking for him for some reason. So, he has to finish his normal, rogue theft jobs, while also making sure that the cult doesn't capture him- since he thinks that they're going to just try and kill him like last time. He doesn't know that they want to extract what is essentially the most allusive God in the pantheon out of his head to give them more power.

That was SUPER long. But one of my friends I talk to about my stories with says that all my stories are overly complicated anyways. But I love my boy, he's great.

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Okay lets do this. Lets find out who the person behind ffjj5 is 😃

Thank you to @onthecuterside for tagging me in this game. Lets put some information about little old me, out into the world.

Name: Caroline. Family call me Cal, but the majority of people stick to Caroline, except one very dear friend who calls me Fudge Fairy ( its a joke from a very drunken teenage night out, and it has stuck for 24 years!).

Sign: Libra, October baby, not too many days away from Jimin, but a good few years away. I am considered the caregiver among my friends. A typical Libra trait. I am always Mum when we go out, rounding up the drunken women on their 40's who should know better 😂 and wiping away the tears when the wine has kicked in.

Favourite band/artist: Other than BTS who are a whole different level of fandom to others, it would have to be, P!nk, Elbow, Prince, Halsey, Billie Eilish, Troye Sivan and then a complete curve ball, The Prodigy. They were my first gig back in 1996 and they blew me away. P!nk is my hero, I love her honesty, her unwavering strength in saying what needs to be said and her song writing is special. Empowerment, heartbreak or fun she has a song for it all.

Last Movie: Top Gun Maverick. I know the original film word for word and it is very beloved so I was sceptical but seeing it in IMAX it didn't disappoint.

Last Show: We Own This City (I love me some John Bernthal). Elite, which is a Spanish show on Netflix. My absolute favourite genre of show is true crime and I have just finished watching I just killed my Dad.

When you created this blog: January 2022 I joined just to learn about Jikook and find like minded grown ass people to have grown up conversations with. Then in Feb 2022 I decided to dip my toe into blogging, and here we are 6 months later.

What you post: The majority is Jikook, their dynamics, their moments, their history and their love. I also post about Jimin and Jungkook individually .Occasionally Jiminie Kitty will make an appearance as will general life stuff.

other blogs: No, this is my one and only. Its my first venture into the world of blogging.

Followers: 321. I never thought for one moment I would get that many. I appreciate each and every one of them for reading my ramblings.

Do you get Asks: I do but I am very particular with the ones I will answer.

Average hours of sleep: 7-8. I am lucky that I am a good sleeper, it hasn't always been the case, I went through a tough time with anxiety and insomnia a couple of yrs ago, so I thank my lucky stars I can now get some quality sleep. Those early morning hours are lonely when you cant sleep.

Instruments: Not one😢. I love music but I have never had the opportunity to learn an instrument. I always wanted to play the saxophone.

What I'm wearing: PJ's as I am in bed writing this when I should be doing some study prep.

Dream Job: Criminal profiler (Criminal Minds style)

or forensic psychologist. I am starting a degree in October in Criminology and Law with view to enter the police force as a Civilian investigator.

Dream Trip: New Zealand, Italy, Bali, South Korea, so many places. I have never had the chance to travel but I recently got a passport so now the world is my oyster, I just need to find the funds from somewhere.

Favourite songs: The majority of BTS songs. Elbow-Perfect weather to fly, One Day like this, Grounds for divorce. P!nk-Try, Dear Mr President, Raise your glass, Glitter in the Air. Sophie B. Hawkins-Damn, I wish i was your lover. Prince- Beautiful ones, Starfish and Coffee, Purple Rain, The Morning papers. Halsey- I am not a woman, I'm a god, Without Me, So Good. Troye Sivan- Angel Baby, Strawberries and cigarettes, Happy little pill, Animal, WILD.

I love learning about people so I am tagging @rosasusannah, @spankpjm,@queer-and-qute, @theschizotypalsolilquy

#getting to know you #bloggers

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i’m actually like Very Upset that my excitement for new episodes is starting to get watered down by the anxiety of hunt/low becoming canon. it genuinely sucks so bad. i absolutely hate when shows try to force in (especially m/f) ships way too late into both the character’s development and the show’s actual lifespan. we literally DO NOT HAVE the time to do ship stuff between anyone other than luz/amity and raine/eda, because their stories have been intertwined for so much longer that it’s inherent to the actual plot!!! if they actually try to go through with it when they only have 5 episodes left, it’s going to be somehow Even Worse than if they dedicated entire episodes to a romantic relationship

hi you’re like the only other person i know who hates that ship as much as me LOL so just let me know if you want me to stop anonymously complaining but. god. wow i despise it.

NO NO NEVER STOP ANONYMOUSLY COMPLAINING ILY I ADORE UR ANONS.

But seriously same, it’s been happening to me the past few eps to the point of my gf telling me to like just completely block TOH tag for a bit bc i get so worked up anxious over it. It really REALLY fucking sucks because toh is big time special interest rn and very personal to me. So being distressed abt new episodes really fucking sucks. I feel the same way about forced in ships (especially het ones) and it’s very out of left field for the shows whole vibe. Especially when way back before lumity was even hunter as Dana said she wasn’t all the interested in writing romance in general. (Other than the main ones you mentioned.)

(From Dana’s ama after season 1)

And yeah. When ppl get mad about lumity or whatever it’s just. Exactly what you said. It’s PART of the story & plot. It’s NECESSARY to properly tell the story of these characters. When we only have 5 actual episodes left and more story to crunch in it would be a disservice to toh itself to cram that in. It wouldn’t fit and it wouldn’t make sense. It also would do a disservice to Willow’s character arc imo too. We’ve seen her go from a shy, bullied kid in the wrong track at hexside to being totally confident and a badass who sticks up for herself and her friends. And she did it all for HERSELF. It would make it cheap to tie that off with a romantic relationship. Same for Hunter, i.e. his storyline being very much about self discovery in a very different way. Finding out your history, who you are, and having to come to terms with that. Along with coming to the realization that you’ve been abused your whole life and now you get to take control back for yourself and maybe help save the world from your abuser in the process. And not to mention the part of his storyline that is just learning how to be a person, opening up to people, and discovering what it feels like to have people there for you at all. I have a lot of strong feelings abt Hunter’s storyline and I’d just be really REALLY devastated if they threw romance in.

#toh #asks

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austennerdita2533 · 2 years

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we generally overlap on a lot of ships. actually maybe all of them but one. phoebe x cole. they had chemistry but i always felt that there was inherent balance there. it was enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers... a real rollercoaster. what is it that speaks it you? what is it that you love about them? i am 100 open to changing my mind 😌

Hello there!

I might not be able to change your mind about Phole on the whole, nonnie, and that's okay if I can't! I am always good with a difference of opinion, especially when it comes to shipping because we all gravitate toward characters/couples for a variety of reasons based on our own subjective preferences and experiences. However, I can try to elucidate for you why it is I love them so much. Why I still root for them no matter how many times I re-watch.

The first, and most obvious, reason is their chemistry is electric. It draws me in, buzzing with an undercurrent anytime they share a scene together. I have no qualms admitting that I am a sucker for heady, intoxicating - hell, perhaps even a little dangerous - tension between two characters. That's the good stuff right there! Keeps me hooked and invested! Theirs' bursts forth in the first exchange they have and lingers like a delicious infection until the last.

That said, the bigger reason I ship Phoebe and Cole is because they fit tropes and archetypes I enjoy in characters as well as in relationship dynamics. They're an an amalgamation of so many good ones! Witch/demon, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, light vs. dark, good vs. evil, opposites attract, Hades and Persephone etc. But it’s the way that these tropes intersect and manifest, I think, that makes their dynamic sexy, spirited, and stirring to watch.

I've always been a big fan of the enemies to lovers trope. I gravitate towards it in almost every medium, but am particularly fond of it in paranormal/supernatural settings because there's bound to be higher stakes and more skewed morality on all sides. Things cannot be as black and white as they are in real life when there's magic involved, or supernatural slaughter happening, or plots to overturn the so-called "natural" order of the world. I think that leaves more room for convoluted and problematic conflict. The gap widens for me between who/what is salvageable and who/what is not. It also makes the rollercoaster of emotions the characters experience - all those heavy ups-and-downs - all that life-crushing angst they're put through over and over again - more palatable, more believable, and even, in my opinion, more excusable in a lot of situations.

Phoebe and Cole have a pendulum-like complexity to their romance, to their internal makeup as people, that is heightened by their supernatural roles/status/perversions and I think that, as a consequence, it makes sense for them to have a broader moral ambiguity they must learn to traverse together as a couple. Because traverse it they do.

Both of them toe the line between good and evil, between light and dark, as they hover in this beautiful but labyrinthine in-between space, and I really resonate with that. I mean, who among us isn't a compilation of mismatched, contradictory parts? I know I have 'em in spades! 😂

I'm also a firm believer that love is more than just connection, or compatibility, or fate; it's a conscious choice that has to be made over and over again, every day. It's a decision you make to continue to work for the love you have or want with another person, to fight for it, to find a way to protect and preserve and endure through it, no matter how many obstacles life throws in your way. And Phoebe and Cole fight so hard for the love they have for each other! So. Damn. Hard. I can't help but root for them for that fact alone.

Not only do they fight foes, but they fight friends, they fight family, and they fight uncontrollable circumstances that rain down on them determined to cleave them apart. It's actually quite tragic to me how hard and how often the Charmed universe tries to yank them away from each other, but they're like magnets, they're like planets who cannot stop orbiting back toward each other because their love is that powerful, it's that important to them. They won't give it up to a black hole's gravity. They refuse to let it be erased or discarded or destroyed. It's embedded in the very fabric of who they are. It's is a part of their DNA, and they'll cary it with them always.

I also think it's important to note that Phoebe and Cole usually find a way to compromise. Their imbalances aren't unbreachable; in fact, they often find a middle ground that allows them to enhance their weaknesses without necessarily sacrificing their strengths. They believe in each other, too. Build each other up. Cole constantly reminds Phoebe how smart, powerful, and capable she is in the same way that Phoebe acknowledges and nurtures the good in Cole. She encourages him to lean into his humanity, to express it in a way he never could before he met her.

Overall, I think they make each other better, more rounded people. They complement each other like yin and yang and that's extremely satisfying for me to watch.

I know and acknowledge that there's a lot of Source!Cole drama later on in their relationship with him growing more possessive, controlling, and power hungry, but I give him kudos because he does push back against it as much as he's able. He battles against the darkness. Goes to war with it, really. As much as the "evil" overtakes him when he becomes The Source, it still cannot manage to expunge his love for Phoebe. She's his one weakness. The one remaining light the darkness of the Underworld cannot stamp out completely. The reason I say that is because, although it takes him time and many unsuccessful plots to get there, he does let Phoebe go. He surrenders. He doesn't make it all about him in the end, doesn't keep her from moving on.

He loves her enough to place her happiness above his own. Not only does he help her find love again, with someone else, might I add, but he sacrifices himself to protect Coop because he knows it'd devastate her if she lost him. His love for her supersedes everything else - even his own life - even his own freaking immortal power - and I think that says a lot about the virtuous depth of his feelings. Love of that magnitude can only come from a pure sliver of heartspace somewhere, you know what I'm saying?

Cole's unconditional love for Phoebe is the one glimmer of humanity he refused to surrender to the Source's total eclipse of evil. Nothing in the universe could or would take that away from him. And guess what? It didn't.

That takes a tremendous amount of courage and self-will from anybody, and I'm awed by it. Absolutely gobsmacked! It literally opens me up from neck-to-navel any time I try and imagine the profundity of that sort of love and devotion.

All of this, to me, is reason enough to ship them. And you know...to cry about them into my pillow for years to come. 😭

Anyway, I have no clue if I managed to sway you at all but I hope you had fun listening to me try and explain my reasoning!

#anonymous #replies #the loveliest of lovely people #ashlee bree talks phole

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happy worldbuilding wednesday!

how do people mark the passing of time in your world?

Seeing as Empty Names (for the most part) takes place on a version of normal, modern day Earth (just with supernatural stuff running around outside the knowledge of the public), so marking time there is the same as it is here. The only part where it gets a bit tricky is when people start traveling between worlds whose flow of time may or may not be entirely in sync with that iteration of Earth's. I don't expect it to come up in the main story as more than a passing reference, but there are people who make entire careers out of doing the cosmological math to let travelers know if they risk leaving for two or three weeks their time and returning to find that a whole month or even year has passed at home. But that's an extreme case. Most of the time it's a fraction of a percent off at most that's only going to be noticeable over the course of years. Like with Ashan leaving his Earth as a child and after coming back a bit over a decade later resulting in it being ambiguous if he's technically of legal drinking age in the US yet or not, but even that's a question of months rather than years.

Meanwhile in the world of The Archivist's Journal, the world appears to be operating on the same day and year length as the Archivist remembers of Earth, but the Village is oddly absent of clocks or calendars so it's hard to exactly verify. In general if anyone needs to arrange something they just go by rough positioning of the sun. "A bit before noon," "a while after sundown," etc. Any references to hours, minutes, etc. are just estimates/translations by the Archivist. That said, most people fall into a rhythm over the months and years such that if one where to hypothetically bring a clock to the Village they'd still find regular schedules being operated on.

Also, while one might expect the impossibly tall Tower just a day's boat ride north of the Village to function as a giant sundial, well... it technically does but that sort of sundial doesn't work particularly well when it is exactly on the equator. Perhaps if the Village were on the north end of its island instead of the south the Tower would be more useful in that regard. Six months out of the year anyway.

The three periodic events that do however mark the rhythm of life an flow of time in the Village are solstices and equinoxes, market days, and moon phases.

The solstices and equinoxes mark the transitions between the alternating wet and dry seasons. Equinoxes are accompanied by Village-wide festivals as a sort of last hurrah before the next few months of daily heavy rain make being out and about more difficult and generally encourage a significant portion of the population to spend more time inside. Solstices are also times of celebration, but they are quieter, more intimate affairs meant to be spent with family or, in some cases, very close friends. Birthdays are reckoned not by days since the start the year but by days since the last equinox or solstice. For example "the seventieth day of the fist wet season" or the "tenth day of the second dry season." Although for certain reasons outside the scope of this ask/answer, birthdays tend to be clustered near the end of wet seasons and start of dry seasons. School for the Village's children is held during the rainy season.

If you're wondering how everyone is tracking solstices and equinoxes without calendars and when the equatorial latitude minimizes the difference in hours of daylight between them all... the Archivist is asking that same question and not getting much of an answer beyond taking everyone else's word for it.

Market days are a much more arbitrary human contrivance, but arguably the most regularly impactful on the rhythm of life in the Village. The Village's population of several hundred can be broadly split between the half-to-two-thirds that live in the Village proper and the rest that live in the "outskirts" spread throughout the southern half of the island. Every seven days (mostly) everyone from the outskirts comes into the Village proper and most regular activity gets either put on hold or moved to the Village's market forum. Market days are as much about socialization as they are about the distribution of resources, especially as weekly reunions for friends and families split between Village and outskirts.

Perhaps most relevant for the Archivist, market days mark both the start and end of the rainy season's teaching semesters and serve as days off while children from the outskirts who have been staying with older siblings and cousins all season get to see their parents for a couple of days. Somewhat ironically, this leads to the Archivist spending rainy season market days away from everyone else as a chance to leave the library and get some time alone in a house that just barely counts as outskirts.

Moon phases are something that everyone keeps an eye on because on the nights of full and new moons ethereal shades that may or may not be spirits of the dead rise from the ground and attempt to drag away anyone caught outdoors after nightfall, never to be seen again. Which sounds horrifying, but on the days that happens a thick mist blankets the island, which also sounds creepy and is unsettling if you get lost out in it and can't see more than a few feet ahead of you, but in practice that means that everyone has plenty of warning to look out their window in the morning, go "Nope," and then stay inside all day cleaning the house or folding laundry or something until it all blows over by the next morning. Don't go swimming in the ocean during a storm, don't eat brightly colored frogs, don't go outside on a mist night. The sort of thing that you grow up getting used to until you develop an attitude of "Sure, it can kill you, but who would be dumb or reckless enough to put themself in that situation?"

The Archivist, that's who.

#writeblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #wbw asks #worldbuilding wednesday #wbw #ask #answered asks #the archivist's journal #worldbuilding

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