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viperwhispered · 1 month

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Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner.

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #woop it sure has been quite the burst of creative energy lately #especially since this has apparently been sitting in my drafts since last august #but now you have it #I certainly can’t promise to keep up with this rate of writing (in fact I can promise I won't) but hey let's enjoy it while it lasts #and yes I’m hopping on the “jamil using arabic terms of endearment” train #I’ve read so many fics doing that that at this point it feels more natural than english ngl #even if english would probably be more canonical #also is it a *good* way to go about it to just pretty much just force someone to rest like this? probably not #is it sometimes the only way to get stubborn people to stop for a bit? perhaps #and is it something I might do?#...possibly #also oh boy can you tell that I'm avoiding jamil's dialogue like the plague lately?#I really need to reread so much of his stuff to get a hang of his voice again #(also if you notice typos pls tell me because they always bug me)#(or other wonkiness because I'm not a native speaker and sometimes things just go silly)#anyways hope y'all enjoy!

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hwanswerland · 1 year

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ATEEZ @ MAMA 2020 (Inception + Answer) ↳ aka my second Atinyversary

Summary in case you don't want to read all this: it's been two years since I got into Ateez, I ramble about it, then I tagged my lovely mutuals. I can't believe it's already been two years since Youtube recommended me this video out of the blue and because I was bored and San and Honjoong looked sp pretty on the thumbnail I watched it. Instantly fell in love with Answer and decided that well, if they have one song this good, there have got to be more right? And so began my descent into the kpop (read: Ateez) madness. I didn't expect on December 6th 2020 that two years later I would run a tumblr blog dedicated to the one guy that I actively did not want to bias at first, spend who knows how much money on albums and other merch, go to one of their concerts and scream along with all those other fans despite me thinking I would never have a boy group phase in this life (lol), least of all one starting when I was 21 years old. Not that I regret anything about it :D I realise that these gifs are not actually the most giffable moment for some members, but as this is a very self indulgent set I chose to gif what are moments I still remember reacting to when I saw the first time. Honorary mention to Hongjoong shouting "1, 2, 3 lets BURN" into his mic. If I could gif a sound that would be the first I'd gif because Answer is special to me and I absolutely came to life when he did the same thing at my concert. I started giffing on this blog way later in 2021, around the end of Deja Vu promotions, and for the most part I did not feel very welcome here on Atinyblr lol, for reasons that have nothing to do with anyone I interact with these days. This only very recently changed when I finally joined the atzsource team and actually talked to the people on here. So thank you for being so cool and talking about some things that mean I can finally chill and not feel like an imposter on here anymore. So in no particular order tagging my lovely mutuals that I love seeing on the dash/talking to/admire from afar ♡

@sanchelinz (thank you forever for the file!) @woosansang @jonghho @jeong-yunhoes @jjongho @sanhwaiting @woosanhui @jngif @guerrila @yunhogifs @applejongho @xuseokgyu @blueberrysan @jeongyunho99 @chwejongho @strhwaberries @cruellajoong @song-mingi @hwatermelon @seonghwaminho @yukuz

#ateez #ateezedit #atzsource #fio.gifs #atz:other #so this is first of all a bit late #because turns out this stage is not easy to colour and even less to colour match #which brings me to my second point #colour matching this defeated me i'm sorry pls don't mind the relative crustiness #esp the jh gif i'm sorry ribos i tried my best #but the lighting changes were stronger than me #i'm too tired to proofread this ajhsdga i hope there's not too many typos #i am SO SORRY if i forgot anyone #if i've ever talked to you you probably know this bc i say it all the time but i'm just not good with words but i appreciate you all <3 #ALSO sorry for this messy formatting it was ok but then the links didnt work and then when i changed it there were huge breaks suddenly lol

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anosrepasi · 2 years

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So I said i was getting back into The Old Guard but also tumblr sandman content has infected me and this idea has been stuck in my head since i realized that i adored the character of Hob Gadling and thought, oh dude what a great character foil for another immortal character who goes through uhhhh, a lot of similar experiences but does no where near as well with it.

aka. What if Hob Gadling and Sebastien Le Livre became drinking buddies. Part two is here

Call it his age but Hob can’t help but feel that the world sends its boys to war now, rather than its men. The nations rally their youth to glory and service, in the name of queen and country, and ship them off to win the war on distant shores. Most come back in boxes.

He can only watch so much of that before he’s stopping by the nearest recruitment office and putting his latest fake name forward for the draft.

It’s a silly notion, that his presence can change the tide in what’s already being called “the great war.” He’s not looking to change the tide per say, but if he can save a few dumb kids who haven’t gotten the chance to live yet, well, then a few years invested in being a soldier again will be well worth it.

He’s got nothing pressing going on anyway, not for 76 years at the earliest.

So Hob Gadling fits the mantle of soldier back on his shoulders again, muddles through his training to neither fall behind or exceed expectations of a normal man his age, and gets himself shipped off to France to fight the Germans.

It goes as well as expected.

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He cycles through units, and ends up staying near Ypres more often than not. His name mysteriously never ends up on the list for the men who’ve done their time on the front line and are reassigned to support or leave. He sticks close to where the fight is and doesn’t get friendly enough with anyone to cause an uproar about his lack of leave time.

He can’t die, better him here than somewhere else.

That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t start to recognize his comrades on rotation though.

They’re young fools, the majority of them. There’s an occasional old-timer like himself, and he can see the moment of recognition across the trenches when he’s stationed with someone else who’s seen war before. There’s a slight nod and that’s that.

As the war progresses however, it gets far more difficult to tell the old guard from the new. War ages a man, this one especially.

One of the boys in his present squad, down to five until more reinforcements can be brought in, cracks a joke one quiet morning that he’ll head home and be mistaken for his uncle when his parents meet him at the station. Hob hears a quiet scoff, “Better old than dead.”

His eyes glance up to the man on guard, a man around Hob’s age or slightly older. He’s quiet, keeps to himself in the week since he’s been rotated into Hob’s unit. He’s vigilant, in a way that Hob can respect as a man who’s more aware of his surrounds than he lets on.

“Cheers to the words of Private Book, wisest man this side of the western trench complex.” Hob runs his mouth without thinking and Book’s eyes flicker down to him before returning to his watch.

“Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l'admire.” Private Book says quietly, and Hob can’t help but have his interest suddenly piqued by the quiet words.

The man quotes Doyle but with an accent far more perfect than any Englishman who had a primer in French. Maybe he’ll have someone interesting to discuss literature with out here after all.

—

The Germans get lucky and manage to aim one fucking shell near perfectly into the middle of their particular stretch of trench that evening.

Hob comes to surrounded by the overarching noise of active warfare and the contrasting silence of everything around him. The nearest allied trenches are occupied at the moment so he has a moment to collect himself and come up with a plan before he’s set upon by either his allies or trench sweepers.

His stomach twists and protests as instead he forces his lungs to cough up the blood and dirt mixed in his mouth and tries feebly to call roll. “Smith. Karlson. Book. Turner. Any of you make it?”

The dead do not answer and Hob sighs, cursing and shakily getting to his feet to survey the damage. It’s not good. He’ll have to move, but he stops by each body and gently closes their eyes or position them into some sort of posture of rest, rather than a tangle of limbs.

Its when he’s saying rights over Turner, bless the kid’s hopeful soul, that body next to him jerks and shudders back into life with a gasp.

Hob has failed to die many a time, but he’s yet to see someone else come back to life in all his years. Getting caught by surprise isn’t a necessarily ridiculous response. He falls back, away from the body- man?, on instinct and offers his own short curse when the body of Private Samuel Book sits up with a groan and sighs when it catches sight of its hand knitting the flesh back together on the side that caught the blunt of the shells explosion.

Samuel Book looks up and freezes when he catches sight of Hob, the next moment both men are speaking in unison, “How the fuck did you survive that?”

#my writing #Hob Gadling #sebastien le livre #Booker #will this become a fic? yeah probably #is it totally nonsensical? oh yes #but i think hob deserves more friends and would be a good influence on booker #will it change anything for either canon? oh no not at all #also woe is me i fucking hate war history and tactics and i had to google pretty much everything about the setting to write this intro #the sandman #the old guard #also! so many typos! I am heading to bed! I wrote this in an hour of hyperfixiation! I need to be up in like 6 hours form now!#please excuse the typos this is proof of concept!

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gayleafpool · 8 months

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Give me some Varian and/or Hugo related angst

Just rip my skin off with it

Go hard bestie

FUCK YEAH

-i think all interpretations of donella are fun, she’s not real so ppl can imagine her in any way they’d like. however my interpretation of her is that shes. kind of awful. she’s cold and distant and imagine she likely had a rough upbringing but she’s the type to think it made her stronger SOOOO she subjects hugo to the same things she went through to try to make him stronger. perpetuating the cycle type shit. i think he got his eyebrow scar from her. i think as he grows older is capable of physically overpowering her but he is so afraid of her that he would never be able to do it because she has so firmly cemented herself in his mind as someone he needs to fear and respect. i also think that donella does actually care about him but she’s so awful at showing it that it doesn’t matter. and when hugo finally is able to leave her behind she’s kind of shocked and it prompts her to try to make things right but it’s just too late there’s nothing to salvage

-building off what i just said i think donella would be very adamant about hiding weakness and pain n stuff. so when hugo gets injured on a mission he learns he has to hide it or she’ll yell at him for showing weakness. so he learns to either take care of his wounds by himself if they’re bad enough or just try to pretend they’re not there. fast forward to him meeting varian and he gets injured one day idk stabbed or something and nobody sees bc he hides it but he can’t get access to stitches or anything to clean it for a lil while so it gets infected and he gets ill and then of course varian finds out and helps him clean the wound (his hemophobia ran away for the day idk. or maybe the wound isn’t bleeding anymore so it’s fine. or he’s not looking too close) and hugo is like. pissed tf off because he hates that he needs help and hates how it makes him feel and varian is just so kind and gentle with treating his wounds and it makes him feel WEIRD and i think after that he has a bit of a moment bc being cared for after so long of not being able to show pain just kinda makes him realize how sick of this he really is

-when varian finds out how badly hugo had been treated by donella i think it would help him forgive hugo fairly fast bc varian understands how it feels to be used and manipulated by someone who has power over u. i think i’ve said it before but i think he had a real bad time in prison. why did they put him in a cell with a grown man. that was such a bad idea. i will not go too in depth abt it but i think he endured a number of types of abuse while there and i also think he would struggle to understand that it was a bad thing. he just lost all of his friends and his father he’s got nobody i think he would be so desperate for someone to care about him that it doesn’t hit him how fucked up the things he went through were until a little bit after getting out of prison. i think he ends having major issues with dissociation after prison bc of what happened to him and he’ll just kinda space out. i have soooo many feelings about this actually this is something very personal 2 me i could go on and on and on damn maybe i should write a fic. alexa play hard times by ethel cain but heed the content warnings

-hugo has major issues w food insecurity. he spent most of his life having to struggle to steal his own food bc donella couldn’t be bothered to take care of him. adjusting to a life where food is always readily available and free would be hard for him. i think it would make him angry. it’s just been this easy this whole time for all these people? why did he almost starve so many times back when he was just a kid? why did he watch the same thing happen to other kids around him? actually just in general i think hugo harbors a lot of anger and frustration towards royalty which again. makes living in the palace very tough. i think it’s at a level where he’s not even annoying and antagonistic towards most people in the castle it’s just like this quiet hatred bc it’s a wound that cuts so deep for him. he doesn’t even really wanna speak to them. doesn’t wanna be around them. i don’t think he really ever gets over this and i think the only person he ever really truly grows to trust (besides varian) is cassandra actually bc she very much understands how he feels

-varian varian varian my bpd king i think he is so talented at forming unhealthy attachments. he’s a weird little guy who spends all his time in his lab so he did not have any friends as a kid and probably got bullied tbh i mean he’s a tiny little nerd and basically for the longest time his dad was his only friend thus u have his first unhealthy attachment there which would explain him going off the deep end when quirin gets nerfed. i also think he got extremely attached to rapunzel eugene and cass as soon as they were nice to him bc again. no friends +ough the disorders. and he puts them on a pedestal. i think this also happened w andrew while he was in prison. and this habit of his makes him miserable bc he gets upset when he can’t be the center of their universe or when other people take priority over him or when he’s not getting the attention he wants but it also makes him more likely to endure being treated badly bc he can have a hard time differentiating between good and bad attention

-i think hugo is scared of becoming anything like donella and he’ll often catch himself doing things to other people that she used to do to him the cycle she perpetuated is so aggressively trying to suck him back in bc she’s literally all he ever knew. he had nobody else to look up to and all she ever taught him was how to be cruel and how to use others and hurt them when they didn’t behave the way you wanted to and it sucks bc he has seen that it WORKS. it’s awful and it’s cruel but it works. and sometimes his brain will tell him that it would be so much easier to just scare someone into doing what he wants but then he remembers that’s what donella would do to him and he just kinda. spirals because he can’t take the idea that someone who caused him so much pain is becoming a part of who is he and he can’t stop it because it’ll happen almost unconsciously sometimes

#asks #OUGH I EXPLODED SORRY #they have soooooo many issues #abuse #<- just in case #also there probably so many typos in this #varian

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iridescentoracle · 8 months

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Hello! I am here to ask about your Dior headcanons re: the political cohesion of Doriath. 👀

Oh man, I didn't expect anyone to actually take me up on that!

(Okay so I got partway into writing this and then realized I should probably note up front that I tend to stick to the Silm (& LOTR/the Hobbit where applicable, but they... aren't, here) as the most authoritative version of canon, and I can get into why and where the nuances/exceptions are there (I do say tend to stick, it's not hard and fast!), but that's mostly a side note here: the point is simply that I don't really factor other drafts or the poetic Leithian into my take on Doriath, Thingol, Dior, etc, just what we're told in the actual Silm. I also read the Silm as an in-universe history text compiled by in-universe scholars, who, being people, are going to have their own biases and blind spots, even when they're doing their best to be accurate!)

So, this is a two-part thing: #1, there's the political cohesion of Doriath before & at the time of Thingol's death, which i talked about in the tags of the post that prompted this ask but is kind of necessary as context for the Dior part to make sense, and #2, there's the actual Dior headcanons. Both of these parts are very long because I've never really seen anyone else suggest any of this stuff and I want to explain where I'm coming from thoroughly enough that it actually makes sense to people who aren't me, but the TL;DRs:

TL;DR 1: I think Doriath was probably a hot mess politically after Thingol died, with tensions between various groups of Sindar and Laiquendi in the leadup to Thingol's death & Melian's departure, and more political tensions afterwards between those who wanted Beren & Lúthien to come be the new rulers, and those who thought they should stay gone, with someone still in Doriath taking over.

TL;DR 2: I think Dior became Eluchil, potentially at the request of some portion of the Iathrim, hoping to help prevent Doriath from devolving into civil war, and saw dealing with the Silmaril-Fëanorioni situation as a lower priority than stabilizing Doriath's internal political situation until it was too late.

1. The political cohesion (or rather, lack thereof) in Doriath prior to Thingol's death

So, okay, the thing about Doriath is that we don't actually have any real idea of like... how much the Iathrim liked being the Iathrim? We're never told about any intra-Iathrim conflict, but a) the Silm was probably compiled mostly by surviving Gondolindrim or their descendants, so they wouldn't know about anything liike that unless surviving Iathrim told them, and after the Second Kinslaying I don't imagine many Iathrim would've been eager to talk about how things had actually been tense/messy/etc when they could remember everything as having been perfect until it was ruined by the Fëanorionrim, and doubly so after the Third Kinslaying, so why would anything like that make it into the Silm?

and b) what we do know about Doriath is that it wasn't really Doriath as we know it until Morgoth came back to Middle-earth, and everything went to hell.

At the start of the first age, you suddenly get Doriath (the fenced land!) being the one protected area of a continent that used to be totally free and open. How many Sindar actually didn't particularly care for Thingol's style of leadership, or simply preferred to live nomadic lives, going basically wherever they pleased, until suddenly that wasn't safe anymore, and you were only guaranteed survival if you were close enough to Menegroth to be within the Girdle when it went up? ditto how many Laiquendi had no interest in swearing loyalty to Thingol right after their own king had just been killed, but again, made it to safety and stayed there over taking their chances on their own in the outside world?

I think it's entirely possible that there were always potential political tensions under the surface in Doriath that just... never got written about, because they never boiled over into actual political conflict, and so it was never the sort of tension that had any bearing on the historical record.

Except then Beren & Lúthien happen to the world, and a few years later the Narn, and in the blink of an eye suddenly the only king Doriath has ever had is dead, and the only queen Doriath has ever had is gone and the Girdle with her—and more than that, the only rulers the Sindar had ever had for three thousand years before Doriath existed.

And where a few years earlier I think the Iathrim would probably have turned pretty universally to Lúthien, now she's abandoned them for her human husband—and while she's my favorite character in the entire legendarium hands-down and I don't blame her, I think that's another place there might have actually been some very mixed feelings among the Iathrim that nobody wanted to admit to later because how could anyone have been upset with Lúthien—and on top of her abandoning them for him, I think it's extremely probable most of Doriath did not actually get over their xenophobia about humans in general or Beren in specific when Thingol did (we know for sure at least some of Doriath didn't, cf. Saeros insulting Túrin's mother & sister to his face), but again, who's going to admit to having had a grudge against the holy couple of Middle-earth after the fact, you know?

Conversely, there could've been a sizeable faction of Sindar who had been totally loyal to Thingol until everything happened with Beren & Lúthien, but who found his actions towards them and/or Finrod to be where they drew the line, and while (unlike B&L themselves) that faction stayed in Doriath, there could've been a new, additional tension on that front.

Finally, for all we know there were multiple factions within the Laiquendi of Doriath, with political tensions stretching back to before their king died, rooted in who-even-knows!

2. Dior

All of that, of course, sets up a very, very messy political situation for Dior to walk into.

The Doriath stuff is arguably more speculation than actual headcanon, but here's where the unambiguous headcanons come in: I don't think "Dior Eluchil set himself to raise anew the glory of the kingdom of Doriath." Obviously that's how it got written down, but bluntly, I can't see Beren and Lúthien having a kid that stupid or, like, power-hungry and arrogant?

What I can see is a situation where the messenger that brought word of Thingol's death and Melian's departure asked Beren & Lúthien to come take over as the new king and queen, we promise we're not mad about you leaving and we won't be xenophobic to your husband anymore we swear it's fine now pretty please, Beren & Lúthien said no, and the messenger either asked Dior as a second choice, or said "okay fine none of that was actually true but Doriath is falling apart and we need a leader ASAP and there's about eight different contenders* (mostly kinsmen of Thingol or Laiquendi) being backed by various factions and it's going to devolve into civil war any minute so if you care at all—" and Dior said "would I do?"

(* Ask me about my Galadriel headcanon)

I don't think Dior necessarily wanted to be king of Doriath, and I don't think he saw the throne as his birthright or anything like that; I don't think anyone involved, from Thingol to Lúthien to Dior himself, ever considered the possibility of Thingol dying and needing an heir! I think it's possible he was asked, or at most that he offered, and either way, I think he saw becoming king as taking on a responsibility for the sake of others.

(Which, like, "well here's a potentially impossible task that I'm going to take up even though probably no one thinks I'm actually capable of it, but it's my duty to help others as best I can" sure does sound to me like an attitude one might develop when raised by Lúthien "I kicked Sauron's ass cast a sleep spell on Morgoth and persuaded the Valar to find a loophole in the fabric of reality" Tinuviel and Beren "I stayed by my father's side as an outlaw to give my mother time to lead the rest of our people away hopefully to safety knowing I would never see her or any of them again (and then spent several years being a giant thorn in Morgoth's side for good measure)" Barahirion, where "apparently my grandpa I may or may not have ever met died, guess that makes me the king of a place i may or may not have ever been" does... not.)

I also think he either took on the epithet Eluchil, or was given it by whichever factions of the Iathrim accepted him as king, when he actually became king. Obviously he's going to be referred to as Dior Eluchil even before that in retrospect because that's how he's thought of later, but that doesn't mean it was actually a name he always had, you know?

The final thing is, I think if Dior essentially walked into a political situation five seconds from devolving into civil war, it makes his inaction regarding the Silmaril prior to the Second Kinslaying make more sense: the Fëanorioni have been sitting around doing nothing about the Silmaril in Doriath / with Beren & Lúthien this whole time, the letter saying "hey that's our Silmaril give it back now" is probably just a formality, and Dior's only been ruling for a couple years, there's still plenty of people dubious about whether he should be king at all, he might well be subject to at least some of whatever xenophobia remains about humans in Doriath, and in general all the work he's done on stabilizing the kingdom will absolutely come undone again if he screws up; he's trying to keep a kingdom from falling apart, the Silmaril thing can wait.

Of course, it wasn't a formality, and it couldn't wait, but why would Dior have known that?

#shrikeseams #replies #doriath #the silmarillion #dior eluchil #lotr #lotr meta #i guess?#character: dior #jesus christ this is so much longer than i meant it to be i'm so sorry #also my lunch break was supposed to end twenty minutes ago WHOOPS please forgive any typos i have no time to fix #also there wasn't a good place to stick this in #but i also think everyone in doriath probably has PTSD about thingol's death #(many of them may also have had PTSD already esp the laiquendi or those of the sindar who had to return to menegroth in a hurry #when the first waves of orcs showed up #but anyone who didn't already almost definitely does by the time dior gets there #because holy shit our king is dead the girdle is gone none of us are safe now and he was murdered before the girdle even fell #so have we even been as safe as we thought all this time or were the last couple centuries a lie?)#but yeah those are my dior headcanons!! idk if that picture of doriath or dior in particular are to anyone's taste but mine #but if nothing else i like the idea of dior getting to be... an actual person? and someone i can see having been raised by beren & lúthien #and he doesn't really get to be either of those in the silm and i rarely see him in fanworks getting fleshed out like other characters do #and i think that's kind of a shame #you know?#also yes i am completely ignoring that dior's name theoretically means ''successor'' bc like. why would they name him that #that is from an early draft and there is no way to know if ''dior'' would even have stayed his name #if tolkien had gotten around to updating all the names in B&L/CoH etc into modern Sindarin #never mind if it would have meant anything remotely similar #this is mostly a first-draft post written in one sitting in the space of 45 minutes partially while late for work #i have Definitely left many points out and i am sorry if anyone has questions about things i probably have answers / can elaborate further?

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Hi Wawa, I have a question. What is the difference you noticed between what the American-dominant demography of tumblr vs what douyin users tend to fixate on?

Nothing specific coming to mind atm in regard to like, general trends. Maybe one thing is like, Tumblr likes to ask unimportant questions? "Why is THIS THING happening", "Why is THAT there?".

Anal-retentive stuff like that.

Tumblr likes to fixate on missing shoes, for example. It's always "where did her shoe goes", "why's he missing a shoe", "omg the missing shoe". Honestly, nobody on douyin noticed the shoe, or if they did, they didn't care to comment on it. Like who cares where the shoe is? This video is not about how someone's foot got busted up because they were only wearing one shoe. Like this is a silly goofy video, officer, why are you asking so many questions. Etc.

Douyin users like to play "yes and" in the comment section is another point of contrast, I guess. That is, if there's something that can be extrapolated and spectated on, it will be. Scenarios WILL be played out. POVs and thought processes of any character in a video (be it subject, passerby, inanimate object, or external reference) WILL be imagined and assumed.

I'm just spitballing here but I sort of feel like tumblr users don't do that because in general the evolution of the culture on this site makes it impolite to presume things about strangers or assert their POV, even jokingly. Or maybe this comes from IRL sensibilities, idk, seems like it could just be a general American thing (I say, speaking as one).

#text #answered ask #i caught like 14 typos typing this up so it could be incoherent but i'm not rereading that word vomit again so sorry anon #also sorry there are only 2 examples and one is just me ranting #but i do think tumblr demo as a whole is not very whimsical and bad at embracing the absurd aspects of comedy despite its self-image #or maybe im wrong and the truth is that tumblr users just share some sort of knee jerk reaction where they have to ask inane questions #which they couldve easily answered for themselves in the time it probably took to type it up in the tags #i don't mean this in a mean way btw. i genuinely ponder this #especially bc i never notice the things so many ppl end up commenting on and i see every video at least 3 times before everyone else

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i've gotten so used to my daily practice of reading french aloud that now when i have to read something boring in english for work i default to reading it aloud. which takes way longer and also i feel like i retain even less information than i would otherwise, somehow. the upside is that my oral reading cadence in english, even of dense scientific articles, is rather excellent nowadays. i could read scientific articles out loud for a living, if that was a thing people needed me to do. which they do not, because screenreaders are a thing. maybe i could read crusty PDFs out loud for a living? but anyway all this is to say shoutout to my man alexandre dumas and also my other man victor hugo for training me to read run-on sentences in my second language. after that, dry journal articles in my first language are easy peasy.

#this practice is giving me some insights that are relevant to my actual job though #i mean we already knew this but. try reading your sentences out loud. can someone understand them without seeing them?#if not...your sentence may be too complex and may need to be broken up into multiple sentences.#my clients have to write complicated shit in a readable manner and one of my coworkers had this whole #initiative for a while just trying to get them to write shorter sentences. but they completely ignored him lol #reading out loud also helps you catch typos. i caught so many in this published journal article just now (embarrassing for them)#i probably would have caught most of them if i had read it silently but you never know #it's really interesting to me that i think this skill of parsing syntax on the fly to modulate sentence-level prosody in french #seems to transfer to english. i mean that i've been practicing reading french aloud and it seems to have made me better at #reading english aloud too even though french and english have different syntax and punctuation conventions.#so that's convenient #french #syntax #prosody #my posts #i cannot believe i STARTED this daily practice with the count of fucking monte-cristo. way to start on hard mode. jesus #and then followed it up with les misérables of all things. am i a masochist??#don't answer that.

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strangerays · 9 months

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THIS JUNE

[wip introduction]

(originally known as the project Nothing in Particular and Everything)

start date: february 2021

stage: 4th draft

pov: first person, past tense

tags: #nip: inspo, #nothing in particular and everything, #this june, #this june inspo

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Story

Ray's friends are finally back home from college. But in the seaside town where they grew up, everything has changed. Madison is always distracted by work and her controlling parents. She's dating Oliver. Oliver doesn't know what he wants to do with his life anymore, but he knows he can't stay in Point Blink. Lonan has made a new home for himself in the city with his boyfriend, so nobody is quite sure what he plans to do next.

June in Point Blink isn't turning out as perfect as Ray planned.

Judith just moved to Point Blink.

A somewhat disastrous pair, Ray and Judith fall victim to an act of arson on a mysterious landmark in the woods. Whilst the girls uncover the identity of the arsonist on a dusty old camera, they develop a strong bond with one another and a connection to their mental health neither of them had before. However, as Ray gets closer to saving herself, she digs up damaging truths about her closest friends that threaten to tear the five of them - and Point Blink - apart.

Characters

Ray – 20, a somewhat optimistic college student who misses her friends but will do anything to keep them together. spends most of her time in alone her bedroom or in the woods with a camera.

Judith – 19, the energetic new girl in town with an enigmatic background and a savior complex. used to live with her brother but decidedly does not anymore.

Lonan – 20, Ray’s best friend who loves his friends dearly but struggles to put himself and his art first. struggling to live with past decisions while navigating a new relationship.

Madison – 20, hates the idea of college and is very set in her ways, which can be detrimental to her friendships. works at a local coffeehouse.

Oliver – 19, the last person to join the friend group; the first person to leave. known for his boastful grades and sour humor.

#this june #so yayay!! here is my new book!!!!#i love my book i hope you do too :)#as you can probably tell the story is pretty much the same except the characters have aged up a few years and are in college #im exploring the exact same themes in a more mature setting #also !! i am a second year college student now as well!!!!!#the struggle is real and i need a place to put everything if we're being honest haha #so i think this book is gonna do that for me <3 #technically i didnt finish draft three but i did get close before getting SICK of writing it #sorry if there are typos in here i just really wanted to post this today ;-;#i dont have many exceprts yet but i am about 8k words into this draft so i suppose i shall have something soon!!#my writing #creative writing #original story #writeblr

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hyperfixation-tangentopia · 9 months

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Good news! I got some of my writing ability back.

Bad news! WHY IN THE WORLD CAN'T I TYPE SHJSHAJSJSN

#I keep making so many typos and skipping words n stuff cri #also tic thingies whatever the f they are have been acting up so it's been harder to hand lately but mildly irrelevant #considering I'm still typing here #...probably not helping actually lol

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jacksintention · 4 months

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Concerning the conversation about love and hatred, I've compiled a few of the lines I've saved through these last two years that at times make me think of Jack when it comes to this topic

Estas manos, que son tuyas,

pero que al verte quisieran

quebrar las ramas azules

y el murmullo de tus venas.

¡Te quiero! ¡Te quiero! ¡Aparta!

Que si matarte pudiera,

te pondría una mortaja

con los filos de violetas.

¡Ay, qué lamento, qué fuego

me sube por la cabeza!

(...)

¡Ay qué sinrazón! No quiero

contigo cama ni cena,

y no hay minuto del día

que estar contigo no quiera,

porque me arrastras y voy,

y me dices que me vuelva

y te sigo por el aire

como una brizna de hierba.

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

It is sometimes said that the sword wears out the scabbard. That is my history. My passions have made me live, and my passions have killed me.

Stronger than lover’s love is lover’s hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

I adore you, but I hate you too. You’re a prison smothered in flowers. I can’t stand this enchantment anymore, I can’t stand being bewitched like this–when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I’ll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop seeing you I’ll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I’ll die.

Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?

Life is a series of obsessions one must do away with. Aren’t love, death, God, or saintliness interchangeable and circumstantial obsessions?

she is the only thing of importance, because I have a God-relationship to her.

it is not she who binds me, but I who have made use of her to bind myself.

The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation—a week’s, ten days’—what does it matter? Since my whole life belongs to you.

What have you done with me? he asks. I have repeated you.

But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived

Walking home, for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable

I clung to him as though only the one who had inflicted the pain could comfort me for suffering it.

I could be free … If I could pluck out the memory of him from my heart as easily as his heart was plucked from the fire, I could be free.

I am imprisoned by devotion. I shy away from people. I am alone. I fall into depression.

She was the world That he was losing; and the world he sought Was all a tale for those who had been living, And had not lived. Once even he turned his horse, And would have brought his army back with him To make her free. They should be free together. But the Voice within him said: “You are not free. You have come to the world’s end, and it is best You are not free. Where the Light falls, death falls; And in the darkness comes the Light.

I miss you like a knife in my throat.

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects?

My songs are filled with poison - Why shouldn’t that be true? My heart bears a nest of serpents And also, darling, you.

their love is like hatred

She did not yet love him enough to be cruel to him.

our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love

under the sincere guise of hatred I simply loved […], only in this type of love (repulsion) I loved him with greater strength than had I loved him in the simplest form — attraction.

Perhaps he was handsome, perhaps I found him attractive, perhaps he repelled me too.

Struck by the abstract nature of absence; yet it’s so painful, lacerating. Which allows me to understand abstraction somewhat better: it is absence and pain, the pain of absence—perhaps therefore love?

Eroticism is the brink of the abyss. I’m leaning out over deranged horror (at this point my eyes roll back in my head). The abyss is the foundation of the possible. We’re brought to the edge of the same abyss by uncontrolled laughter or ecstasy. From this comes a “questioning” of everything possible. This is the stage of rupture, of letting go of things, of looking forward to death.

Love is madness. Doesn’t everyone agree that you’d do anything, endure anything, to be with the ones you love? So either you’re willing to let them use you with any sort of cruelty, so long as they keep you—which makes you a fool—or you’re willing to commit any cruelty, so long as you get to keep them—which makes you a monster. Either way, it’s madness.

This madness is so deep-rooted and so useful that it is impossible to realize what would become of each of us if it were someday to disappear.

If I must die of fire, why not let me die of yours: knowing that you are the author of my doom will make it more endurable to me

His desire for loyalty was naive, he hadn’t understood that being loyal wasn’t so tidy, being loyal means being disloyal to everything else.

I have always loved you / Always dreaded you

You will betray me, as I have betrayed, / And I shall kiss the hand that does me wrong

Listen: the way I loved you / was like my palm over a flame.

If I have the destruction of something that I once loved to carry with me at all times, isn’t it like I still have a companion?

One can fall in love and still hate.

and I will kill thee, And love thee after.

Yet, other characters, namely Heathcliff, Catherine, and Lockwood, remain more actively at war with love in their adult lives. Some force, as inexorable as the wind sweeping over the moors, seems to have bent their lives into a pattern of frustration that their own struggle for relief only aggravates. Their need for love is expressed, not through loving, but through the anguish of loneliness. Paradoxically, though they do not know it, this loneliness is the one condition necessary for the fulfillment of their most profound fantasy concerning perfect love: a love, that is, perfectly protected against the threat of abandonment that in childhood these sufferers learned that love entails.

I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out — but you can’t prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I’m certain you hear mine.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love. Why do I do this, perhaps you ask? I do not know, but I feel it happen and it is excruciating.

#These were just the ones I had more at hand. I have so many lines linking to this kind of dynamic #and overall the paradoxical yet logical bond between love and hatred or resentment #I think Cathy's and Heathclif.f's relationship has a lot of this but in general Wutherin.g Heigh.ts is full of these dynamics #(I adore what is going on with Isabella when we last see her in that regard. How true‚ the fact that these loves get messy)#Charles and Adam and even Cal and Aron from Eas.t of Ede.n too #I think there's much of this explored in certain arthuria.n texts #Overall it's something I adore. The blurring of lines when it comes to feelings and relationships #To me it feels way more human and way more... realistic #How things blur into each other and get messy and dark even at times and hard to define #I don't know... I really think the fandom as a whole is always paying too much attention to that line without reading the entire text #I also dislike the claims about Jack ever only loving her and doing it all for her ✨💕 I also think it simples a lot what it's happening #But it doesn't bother me nearly as much because I don't see it that often #I talk too much #I should probably delete this later #'too much attention to that line' I mean the one about hating her #Full of typos but I can't bother to change them I'm feeling very lazy #Tumblr never implemented the tag modification for the app. A pity

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tears of the kingdom could have been so good if it were built around like, its story or its characters instead of being a clunky shell to show off the mechanic no one asked for that it forces you to use

#*#text #totk #mechanics #i had fun scuttling around in the depths for a while but that got old eventually. for obvious reasons #what i liked about zelda games was always the atmosphere and character interactions #like. one of my favorite games is twilight princess. which is. deeply unserious in many ways #bit it COMMITTED to its setting and what the writers went ham making sure #that it was still full of whimsy and affection.#totk doesn't have that. the characters are all 1) instruction manuals or 2) vehicles for what small and disparate semblances of plot #survived whatever disaster must have happened in development that made them cannibalize several different ideas #and stick them into the shell for the fucking. arm #totk plays like a gallery or again just an engine for the building thing.#it's pretty. the music is good. the building thing is well made. but as a zelda game totk Fucking Tanks #i HATE overinvolved mechanics. i HATE having to stop and rely on a Whole Process that i have to keep stocked #to get anything done. i've always liked loz again bc of characters and whimsy but also bc it's always been mechanically vert streamlined #and accessible to someone like me who is disabled and finds fiddling EXTREMELY tedious #you have one required tool per dungeon and they're QUICK they're SIMPLE they're A GOOD TIME #totk. to me. is just clunky and has no redeeming qualities outside of again being pretty and still sort of nominally letting you run around #collecting things. some of the side quests were cute. but even then the characters were very.#THE THING ABOUT ZELDA GAMES IS THAT IM used TO THEM BEING ABOUT. NOT JUST THE FUNCTION!!!!!!#there were things— many of them! sometimes most of them even!!!— there just for fun. again almost especially The Characters #totk is so goddamn UTILITARIAN on all levels ITS. CLUNKY and BORING i don't WANT to have to do 30 things just so i can do something else.#hey nintendo. if you have to force people to play your game. like if you specifically have an ''open'' game and then subsequently have to #manufacturer MANY blocks and caveats to the idea of ''do whatever have fun!!'' so that it's''but only how WE want you to''. maybe thats bad.#maybe you've done a bad job. if again. you have to FORCE players to go about things in the way and order that you want. it's no fun.#like even zelda games where you have less options and linear progression feel less restrictive bc like. they don't fucking punish you.#for. playing the game. you just can't do things. totk really punishes you for going off script. which like. why even do that.#anyway. this is all probably incoherent. i'm right tho.#wow there are so many typos. pretend there are not <3

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dawnofus · 3 months

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one thing about my new job is that they’re making me do anything and everything they can on the pretense that “it’s a small company and everyone does a bit of everything sometimes” as if my actual job isn’t already a lot most times

#i was hired to do graphic design and marketing (which that in itself are two very different things lmao)#but they’re also making me visit the 26 stores to check that everything is set in place #which i could get bc it involves making sure all the signs and posters are correctly set in place blablabla #and also know to then be in charge or somethings that have to do with the company’s computing system LMAOOOO????? bro wtf #and they’re also making me do a formation course this week as tho i’ll be a barista which okay it’s kinda cool to know this but #everyone keeps telling me it’s probably so i can go up and help in the kitchen and w the coffees when needed which makes sense lmao #amd there are being so many issues (not involving me) these past week and a half and i just kdjdjdd #the two baristas at the store where my office is located have resigned and i liked them sm fjdkkdd #rip anyway #i had to vent good day #ktp #sorry for any typos lol #also like the design and marketing stuff obviously (lol) include photography and social media mangement and video editing and��#man am i in for a ride…

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spacejammie-eimmajecaps · 4 months

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It was audacious of me, someone who can't remember 70 percent of my life, to think I could write (and remember the details for) a fic that will be the equivalent of 4-5 published books once finished

#surprisingly #as i read back over the chapters ive already posted #ive only found one little plot hole (so far)#(was probably/hopefully not noticeable) (fixed it by changing a single sentence) (plot holes begone)#have only found a single typo (so far) (missing quotation mark) (which felt oddly familiar) (as if i saw it before and forgot to fix it)#overall i very much am enjoying reading back over thos story #but am also filled with dread as i realize there are SO MANY details ive just completely forgotten about #im sure there will be more plot holes in the future #hopefully only small/unimportant ones

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padfootastic · 2 years

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i love prongsfoot because arguments can be made for both house husband sirius and house husband james.

like, i can see sirius just dropping tf out of public eye and only focusing on his james and their house and any potential children. he has so many hobbies, doesn’t need to limit himself to a single job, and his authority issues don’t get a chance to come up. also the sheer hilarity of him dressed impeccably, hair done up, looking sharp and dangerous—just to drop off lunch for james? give him a kiss on the nose and leave?

‘was that sirius black? no way’

but. at the same time. house husband james fits so perfectly because he !!! loves !!! his family so much!!! this gives him the ability to spend time with effie and flea, who’re old and unable to move around so much now. he can cook and bake and pamper his friends to his heart’s content, apparating all over the continent to where they’re working just to say hi or give them a flower. also like, making cutesy bento boxes? sirius black, terrifying in whichever profession he chooses, opens these adorable boxes where u have heart shaped sweets, and all of his favorites packed in neat little rows, and he just eats them with a fond smile and zero embarrassment because he’s equally in love.

(and i’m not even gonna touch on dad james bc we’ll be here the whole day)

#sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot #my typo changed house husband to gouda husband so uh. sirius black is cheese now?#ok but sirius as a HH subverts so many perceptions for me and i *love* imagining it #and james is fully built for this #i personally think both of them need constant intellectual stimulation so they’d use this time to work on 2537 things at once #just all over the place #sirius has an office that has everything known to wixenkind #the most niche topic and you’d probably find something about it there #and james has pickup quidditch matches on the weekend #he enters himself into various silly competitions during the week #like growing the biggest pumpkin or some shit #i’m making myself crack up here w the imagery lol #ALSO!! the stay at home dad thing—if they have a kid and they’re both working at the time #you just know they’re gonna fight over who gets to leave and stay at home #like both of them r like ‘no listen i don’t want ur career to suffer. i’ll make the sacrifice and be with the munchkin no problem!#in the end both of them give it up bc they’re rich bastards who don’t need to work a day in their life lol #pen’s notes #pen’s favourites

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cinder-rose · 6 months

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You guys ever reread your own fics like "this bitch knows ALL my favourite weak spots"?

#so many sexy angsty little treats #but also: TYPOS #its a rollercoaster #will i ever not be uncomfortable about writing rpf? probably not #am i gonna carry on writing it anyway? definitely

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lighthausen · 2 years

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I was sent by fakecrfan

More superhero au

Pretty please

(the superhero au this is referring to can be found here)

Hello, anon! It has been over a year since you've sent this... ahaha... I don't quite remember what I was going to answer this particular ask with, but I did find a bunch of thoughts on this potential au I wrote down. So I combined them, and now here they are, in all their disjointed glory, under the cut:

The Magnus Institute for Hyperanthropic Studies was founded in 1818, by one Jonah Magnus, who was fascinated by the range of impossible-seeming abilities humans were able to have.

The s1 gang used to work in the Magnus Institute for Hyperanthropic Studies's archives. Something fishy was going on of course, and their boss wasn't what he seemed. Some things happened, Jane Prentiss attacked, some more things happened, the gang received intel about the Circus supervillain organization planning something big, they followed Gertrude's footsteps and accidentally uncover some of the truth about their boss:

James Wright, the head of the Institute and Elias Bouchard, an influential city counselor are both Jonah Magnus, a centuries-old bodyhopper. With some time and effort, he's able to take over the bodies and minds of others. In the process, he effectively kicks out the original consciousness, leaving the body an empty shell that's solely his to inhabit. Once it's his, leaving and entering can be done instantaneously, but he can only actively inhabit one body at once. When he leaves one of his bodies, it enters a stasis much like sleep and will eventually die if he doesn't return to it and attend to himself. He likes to have two on hand at any time for several reasons: 1. Extra power— it's nice to have a position on the city council to advocate for the institute, get some government funds allocated towards its maintenance. 2. He's quite afraid of dying and isn't sure what would happen if he's killed in a body he's currently wearing. He feels safer having an extra one on hand to switch to if he gets into too dangerous of a situation. 3. That's the maximum number of bodies he can effectively take care of. Humans are high-maintenance! It's a lot of work to feed and water one's self, and he has to do that twice!

Anyway, one extra ability he seems to have is the inheritance of supernatural abilities from the bodies he steals. He's amassed a small collection over the centuries: Mind reading, image implementation/telepathy, and seeing things through CCTV (this one's his most recent, a gift from Wright.), among a few others. There are limits with this. Doing a complete bodyhop takes a lot of time and effort— he has to really get to know his target, get in their head the traditional, non-supernatural way— and he only wants to take on bodies that can be useful to him, those on track for government positions and people he can promote up in the institute. Also, taking new bodies too often is a good way to get caught so he tries to do it sparingly.

Then comes Jon. Jon came to the institute with rudimentary compulsion powers that he's not entirely aware of. Elias assumes he was probably born with them. But a couple months after Elias reads his mind to find this out, it appears that Jon had gained some extremely rudimentary mind-reading abilities. Interesting. One night, as an experiment, Elias decides to briefly torture him with the memories of a spider monster encounter he had as a child. Lo and behold, he gains rudimentary telepathy.

Jonah theorizes that he has some sort of power-absorption ability. Any supernatural abilities used against him can potentially be used by him in turn, if he so chooses. The spider encounter as a child— it mind-controlled him, forced him to come nearer and feed himself to it. But he survived, gained these mind-controlling abilities, and with his propensity for asking questions as a child, honed the ability into compulsion. If he practices in the right manner, he probably could perform traditional mind-control. (And he eventually does!)

Anyway, Jonah's plan is to expose him to as many supernatural threats as he can, have him collect as many powers as he can, and eventually take over his body, gaining all these powers (and another way to get more!) along with it.

Unfortunately, Jon finds out what's happening too soon, prompting Jonah to immediately attempt the bodyhop, far earlier in the process than he'd prefer. But it doesn't work. Jon was able to defend himself and absorbs the ability in the meanwhile.

Now Jon and the gang are on the run. As they've uncovered Jonah's plot, they've also uncovered stuff about the Circus, who are going to attempt something really big that could hurt a lot of people. Plus, they're the ones who killed Tim's brother, so he's got a stake in taking them down.

Aaaaand they're searching for more clues, Jonah/Bouchard is able to find a lead on them, and sets Daisy after him. Leading to that first post linked earlier...

Other plot points:

- Event parallel with the Unknowing occurs. Maybe the Archives team had a fine plan but Daisy and Basira interrupt? Maybe they've managed to work out their differences beforehand? Probably interruption.

- The Unknowing nearly kills Jon; he gets stuck in a coma and, once he wakes (maybe with intervention from Oliver?? Unclear), he's gained rapid healing. Good for him? I'm not sure whether or not Tim and/or Sasha survive. Daisy would probably survive, but maybe also something like the coffin happens to her? Maybe not? Basira and Martin (the getaway driver) definitely survive.

[ a scene: Martin is waiting in the van, any minute now, they'll get out of there and into his van and they'll light up the fuse and the Circus will be destroyed and Martin can drive them away, and it will be fine. The Wax Museum explodes. His friends have not gotten out. Martin is running, screaming their names, praying that he'll see them outside, but he doesn't, they're still in there, he needs to find them, and the smoke is so thick, he can't see anything, he can't breathe, it's so hard to call for them, it's too hot, it hurts, he hates fire, he's always hated fire, where are they, where are they, where are they.]

- but what does happen for sure after the Unknowing— Martin is all alone, on the run from Jonah, the remnants of the Circus, and other enemies of The Archivist. Until a mysterious, eerie man he met once before named Peter Lukas offers him protection. (Or perhaps Martin is injured when he runs into the burning building, passes out, Peter Lukas saves him.) (Or a combo of the two.)

- As for Jon, well, his body was never found (Martin knows this, clings to the hope he's still alive.) I think he was taken somewhere secret and out of view from Jonah, put into some advanced healing container to recover. Probably by Annabelle. Deus ex Web and all that. (Or would Web ex Machina be more accurate?)

-(Also Martin has powers! We'll get to that later.)

An Overly-Wordy Side Note on How Powers Work

Powers are weird. Sometimes they're obvious, sometimes they're not. I kind of imagine powers can be sorted into general categories (like "fire" or "telepathy") and then shaped into different ways by the individual. All powers need practice.

Practicing powers is like working out a muscle you don't necessarily know you have. If you use it, it gets stronger. How you use it is... more like a skill. Very simplified and probably imperfect metaphor: If you play baseball, you have stronger arms from swinging the bat. If you decided to take up archery, you still have stronger arms, which is useful, but it's not like you automatically know how to aim, how to take the environment into account, etc, you're not automatically good. Or perhaps it's more like moving from baseball to tennis, where strong arms and the ability to hit a ball are useful things to have, but they're still different sports— I don't know.

Okay, lets use fire/heat powers as an example. Here are two scenarios:

Abby had sparks shooting from her hands since she was a baby. Her powers are registered. As she grows up, she practices with them. Abby is the sort who enjoys taking her fires and spinning them into creative shapes, putting on shows with them. She could choose to start throwing fireballs at people, but she wouldn't be very good at it at first.

Bethany has always been cold resistant, always seemed able to warm herself up pretty well. Friends and significant others like to cuddle up to her in the wintertime. She likes being warm for them. Sometimes it feels like she can heat herself up on command if she notices someone she's with is cold. She continues life thinking she just run a bit hot, until one day she gets bored and wants to see how fast an ice cube melts in her hand. It melts fast. Can she make it melt faster? After a lot of practice, yes, she can, almost instantly. Wouldn't it be funny if she were hot enough to cook an egg, y'know, like that one phrase she heard somewhere online? Huh, she is, and the insides of her clothes are pretty singed. That's inconvenient. She'd rather keep the heat in her hands. She doesn't want her hands to be hot all the time though. But if she wanted, she could give someone a nasty burn by touch alone.

If Abby imagined the fire as heat in her skin, she could also do what Bethany does. If Bethany imagined the heat in a more tangible form, she could also do what Abby does. It would take a lot of practice for both of them to develop these alternate versions of these powers though. Neither of them would be able to, say, read someone else's mind.

(If Jon, with his power absorption ability, gets burned by one Jude Perry, he wouldn't be immediately able to burn people or shoot fire from his hands. But he has the potential to. He just has to use his new fire power in a weaker, more rudimentary manner, like heating himself up a bit in order to do more with it later on.)

Initially I thought the majority would go through life without knowing they have powers, that they could be ignored, it's all coincidental. However, if people are aware of powers and how they work, they probably pay a lot more attention to these coincidences in themselves. ("21 signs YOU could have superpowers!" Many a teen magazine, then later on, many a click bait site, have featured dozens of these articles. There are quizzes too, of course.) So maybe most powers don't go under the radar. It'd be weird Jon wouldn't notice his own question-type compulsion power though... hmm.. Martin on the other hand, would totally be unaware of his powers.

Okay, Talking About Martin, Now

Ever since he was a child, Martin has tried to be as unobtrusive as possible. He wanted to be unnoticeable, to avoid incurring the anger of his mother, to avoid bullying from his peers in school, to avoid attracting too much attention from coworkers and supervisors who might look too closely at his credentials. He fits in, he gets by, all with the barest minimum of attention. It's useful, but it also really sucks. He feels so lonely sometimes. Like, he'll try to talk with coworkers and it goes well but then a moment of shyness creeps in, he reverts to his default mode: polite, near-silent occasionally making meaningless small-talk, and they're not nodding at him in the hallway anymore. He assumes he's just naturally forgettable, good at blending in. He's right, but not in the way he thinks.

Martin has a mild form of invisibility powers.* He slips under the radar, others' gazes slide right on over him when he wants them to, he can be more forgettable. The less he wants to be noticed, the harder he, or anything connected to him, is to noticeable.

(*More major forms of invisibility powers include making one's self or others/other objects completely invisible. One could also make someone else (or themselves) Forgotten, erase them completely from everyone else's memory. Scary stuff! Invisibility is a poorly-regarded power.)

Anyway, this is what makes Martin such a good getaway driver. Once the team is back in the van, they're effectively hidden. He can still trip up alarms and sensors, but regular human eyes have a hard time pinning him down when reviewing security/traffic footage. He makes the archives gang very difficult to track.

(Note that neither Martin nor the rest of the archives gang have any idea about this, at least not at first. He was selected as the getaway driver as he's fairly good at driving, plus Jon couldn't stand the thought of Martin going on missions with them, the idea fills him with icy fear... this is obviously because he doesn't have powers like him and Sasha, nor experience like Tim and he's always been such an incompetent employee, yes, he'd be terrible in action, put them all into more danger, this is definitely the sole reason Jon is against Martin getting directly involved.)

Later on, Lukas teaches him more about his invisibility powers, helps him develop them further, teaches him how to become completely invisible. He has ulterior motives of course, not sure what though.

I've been ignoring Tim and Sasha. A blurb on them:

Tim, non-powered, lost his brother to the Circus, and his death was nearly pinned on him. He quit his job to hunt the Circus down, tried to do a bit of vigilante stuff. He had little success. He got a job at the Magnus Institute to try and find more information on the Circus. He has some break-in experience from his time in research with Jon and Sasha. I'm not sure whether he dies in the Unknowing.

Sasha is a non-supernatural hacker and definitely supernatural shape-shifter. She's able to take on the form of any other person, only caveat being she has to be able to clearly picture them. She mostly used this to prank people in her youth, later used it to sneak into places and access information she wouldn't otherwise be able to access. She was probably the most effective data-gatherer in her research days with Jon and Tim. She has a somewhat similar powerset to the Not-Them, right hand to Nikola Orsinov (aka, the Ringmaster, head of the Circus). The Not-Them is also a shapeshifter, but theorized to be able to completely take and warp the identities of those they shape-shift into. The Not-Them's original identity is completely unknown, the extent of their powers are a mystery. I'm... not sure whether I want the Not-Them to take Sasha. Probably not? I'm also not sure whether Sasha dies in the Unknowing instead.

Other bits that are even more vague

Maybe rituals/entities exist in this world, still, they just function a bit differently. I mean, Jonah probably has something else planned, right, now that he can't bodyhop with Jon? And why else would the Circus enact the Unknowing?

Perhaps the Unknowing is ... I'm trying to think of classic supervillain take-over-the-world plans... hmm...

If the Unknowing isn't a ritual as we know it, perhaps it's purpose could be to cause more mass-confusion the way it does in canon, except on a much wider scale. Everyone will become so scared and confused, only Nikola and her acolytes will be able to keep their heads straight, and therefore be able to guide the terrified masses to their will. Hmmm, maybe.

And Gertrude! Does the Unknowing have something to do with Gertrude? (She was like... an investigator if I remember correctly. Maybe a journalist, too, that's a classic genre staple. Though it'd make more sense if she also was connected to the Archives. I don't know... Gertrude should be relevant.

I have no clue where Melanie and Georgie might fit in...

Aaaaaaaaand that's all my notes on a very disjointed, half-baked, superhero au!

#ask #lmao #superhero au #i'll have to check later to see if that was the tag i used. don't remember.#this was fun!#it's also. a whole wall of text. yikes.#i hope this is legible!!#it is late so there are probably many typos that i will cringe over in the morning #edit: i misinterpreted the ask. thought it meant fakecrfan sent it. post has been changed to reflect this.

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