#this song actually gives me nightmares but unrelated
Text
enchanted: q. hughes
blurb: what taylor swift said. / word count: 2.4k / pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader
The first time you met Quinn Hughes, you cried. No, literally — the moment you were introduced to the brunette was also the moment that some random person at the party you were at decided to throw his drink on the floor, where it was shattered into a million little pieces, some of which had ended up in your leg. Suffice to say, Quinn saw probably a lot more than he thought he would that night — including what you looked like when you were in pain.
Quinn hadn’t even hesitated when he realized ditched his friends and drove you to the Emergency Room, and he hadn’t left when he saw what a mess you thought you were, as he ended up staying with you until the early morning. He stayed cramped up in the seat next to your bed, soft breaths evening out until 7AM, where he all but had to run out in order to make it on time to his morning skate.
From there, your meetings were a bit serendipitous; only happening at the points in your life in which you least expected it. Since the entire debacle at the bar, the two of you had remained friends; it was hard not to, when, over the course of too many “accidental” meetings at different events, the two of you had realized that you were friends with a pair of siblings who, even in their obviousness, were trying to set the two of you up together.
While he was friends with the older Norris, while you were friends with the younger (and less annoying, according to her,) sibling — so when you found yourself living in Vancouver to finish up the rest of your graduate degree, both she and Josh had one thing in mind — getting Quinn a girlfriend. And who else would be perfect for their longtime family friend than the person they trusted most?
So, it was decided — before you or Quinn even knew, the two of you were being set up from across the country, while both Norris siblings stayed near Ottawa, they planned to have both yu and Quinn seemingly meet by chance — even going as far as to set the two of you up on a blind date.
By the time the two of you caught on to what was happening, however, neither of you could even sum up any anger; instead, the crushes the both of you harbored on each other were much too obvious to ignore the fact that you had fallen in love over the span of six months of “chance” encounters put together by meddling siblings who only wanted the best for each of you.
Unbeknownst to them, however, both you and Quinn — despite being aware of the fact that you had a crush on the other — were still on the fence of starting a relationship. On your end, you didn’t want to pressure Quinn into a relationship where he’d get bored of you, and you didn’t want a repeat of the last time you had dated a hockey player, in which you were left in the dust, and in which your relationship always consisted of you putting in more effort than he did. On Quinn’s end, however, it was different — he didn’t want you to get hurt in case he disappointed you; he didn’t want you to feel neglected when he couldn’t be the version of his that you were thinking of in your head, and he also didn’t think you had liked him in the first place.
It wouldn’t be until a few weeks later, however, when these feelings came to an abrupt halt. It was the middle of the week, and while the two of you were still in Vancouver — you finishing up your thesis and Quinn finishing up some promotional shots for Bauer, you found yourselves reaching out to the other for dinner. Of course it was as friends, but you both spent more time at Quinn’s apartment than you did on your own, so it wasn’t out of the blue to show up with a pizza box, and even an overnight bag.
As you both practically devoured the food you brought, the subject at hand changed to your upcoming plans. Quinn had been asked to be a groomsman at the Tkachuk wedding, and before you knew it, he was asking you if you’d want to go, too.
“Your last class ends the first week of July! And besides, I’ll take care of everything! I know my brother’s would love to meet you, and you know Brady by now,” he reasoned. And, to be fair, he had a point. You had met his brothers over FaceTime a few times, and had even said hello to them during one of Quinn’s home games briefly; but being his date? His official date?
Almost as if he could tell you were on the fence about the topic, he quickly tried his best to put your anxiety at ease. “It doesn’t have to be official or anything, but I’d really like you to meet my friends. As more than just a friend, if you’d like that,” he said quietly, looking at you with a hopeful look. The thing you had come to learn about Quinn was that, even if his face didn’t change that much, his eyes told you everything you needed to know about how he was feeling — and right now, he looked hopeful; like he wanted you with him, as more than just a friend. He wanted you to be his date, and introduce you to people he cared about.
Before you could see the hope turn into sadness in his eyes, you sat up straighter on the couch and looked straight at him. “I would love to, Quinn,” you whispered, before you reached out your right hand, and Quinn, picking up on the action automatically, entwined his fingers with your own. Now he smiled, his eyes not leaving yours as he picked up your hands and put a kiss to the back of your hand.
“Good. Good, yeah,” he said, his face hunting at a small smile reserved only for you. “I’ll take care of everything, you just gotta show up and look as beautiful as you always do, ay,” he said. You could only blush, laughing quietly as he tried flirting with you. “Wow, Mr. Smoothtalker. First you ask me to be your date, and now you’re trying to butter me up? You’re a real flirt, huh?” you asked with mock sarcasm. He only laughed and winked, as the two of you turned back to the film you had forgotten about, your hand still firmly in his.
It wasn’t until a few weeks later, the night before the two of you were scheduled to fly out to meet the rest of Quinn’s fellow groomsmen and join the family for the wedding’s rehearsal, that you stayed over at his place. Quinn had picked up dinner this time, and as you arrived at his apartment carrying your suitcase with you, he met you by the door.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered to you as you closed the door. While the two of you were sure in your relationship, you were also still a fresh couple, and so Quinn hesitated kissing you right off the bat. Making the decision for him, though, you grabbed his nape, and brought his lips down to meet yours. “Hi, handsome,” you said back.
Quinn smiled at you, before his eyes lit up a bit. “I have a surprise for you, pretty girl. And I think you’ll like it,” he said. It wasn’t that you hated surprises, but you were concerned about how much Quinn had already spent on the trip, and even more that you saw he had rented a hotel room for the two of you.
As he led you to his bedroom, he handed you a blindfold, which was really just one of his ties. “Getting kinky here, aren’t we, Mr. Hughe? Is the surprise that you’re gonna tie me up and finally bend me over your bed?” you whispered. And wow, where the hell had that confidence come from?
Quinn laughed as you mouthed off. “No, but it can be part two if you’re good,” he said, the hand holding yours traveling up your forearm and up until it was cupping your jaw, where you then felt Quinn’s lips ghost against your own. If the tie hadn’t been covering your eyes, you’re sure you would have jumped his bones right then and there.
As he continued leading you into his bedroom, you heard the rustle of some type of plastic, and before you knew it, your blindfold was being untied, and you were face-to-face with a gorgeous gown the color of lavender, which then melted into a darker purple in certain parts. It was beautiful; the dress of your dreams, if you were honest.
“I— Quinn, what is this?” you asked as you spun around to meet his gaze.
“It’s for you. For the wedding, and for whatever you want to use it for,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. For a moment, you couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Quinn had gone above and beyond of what you had expected him to do; now, as you looked closely at the dress, you could see the bodice was almost sheer — the skirt having a slit up your right leg, and tiny flowers embroidered over the hemlines. It was beautiful.
“And before you say that I didn’t have to get you anything, I wanted to. You deserve to be given pretty gifts, and that dress is for me as much as it is for you. You’re gonna look amazing, and I’m gonna be fighting off every other man while we’re there,” he said, now smiling at you. God, if you weren’t in love with the man at this point, you would have been.
“Well then. It’s only fair you’re the one that gets to see me in it first. And hopefully last, too,” you said, trying to seem as seductive as possible. It was interrupted when you laughed, unable to keep serious, but Quinn kept his eyes on you — they were soft, and there was something you hadn’t seen before — want.
By the time the actual wedding came around later that week, after having to get Quinn’s tuxedo dry cleaned one more time after he spilled something on it, you found yourself back in your hotel room getting ready — you had gotten your hair done by a stylist, and makeup done by a friend in the area — both of which Quinn had covered, and wow, if that man wasn’t spoiling you this week.
Putting the last touches on your outfit, you heard the door to the suite open, and in came Quinn — freshly trimmed beard, his hair cut, dressed to perfection, and he looked, for a lack of a better word, soft. He looked happy, and you couldn’t help but blush — hoping you were part of the reason.
“I — wow, you look — wow,” was all he could say, his throat dry and all the words he wanted to tell you suddenly caught in his throat. You looked enchanting — a vision in your lilac dress that showed off your curves, showed your tanned skin and the remnants of how much you loved the sun. He was enchanted, just by seeing you.
“I— thank you. Literally, for all of this. I feel like a princess,” you laughed. Quinn only smiled back, and before you knew it, he was asking you to turn around, facing the mirrored vanity set.
“I have one more surprise for you, pretty girl,” he whispered, before he retrieved a box from his suit pocket. It was small, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think it was an engagement ring. Almost as if he could sense your peaking anxiety, however, Quinn explained what it was, while opening the small velvet box.
“I was going to wait to give this to you, but I can’t anymore. This, Y/N, is a promise ring, and in giving it to you, I’d like to promise you a few things,” he started, as he grabbed your left hand, and slipped the ring over your finger.
“I promise you that I will be there for you, for whatever you need, and to take care of you. I promise that I’m going to love you until I can put another ring on that finger, and I promise that you will always be the only woman for me, ever.
I came up here with you because, in all truth, I love you. You’ve shown me the best parts of myself — parts that I didn’t even know existed, and you make me so happy. Seeing you now, you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and I am so lucky to have you; so, so lucky, Y/N.” he finished, and god if you didn’t want to sob.
Not trying to waste anytime, you grabbed Quinn by his lapels, pulling his lips down to meet your own. His right hand cupped the back of your neck, while your hand went up to cup his jaw, where he angled your neck a bit to give him better access. Quinn’s kisses weren’t like anything you’d ever experienced before, and you wanted them — all of them.
As the two of you pulled away, Quinn rested his forehead on yours. “Did you really mean that?” you whispered. He only smiled down at you.
“You are the most enchanting woman in the world, Y/N, and I will spend as much time as I can proving that to you. You came into my life when I needed you most — you’ve turned my entire world upside down, since the first moment I met you. Even when I would have rather been anywhere in the world that night at the party, I’m glad we ended up in that hospital room. I’m glad Norris never stopped trying us to get together, and I’m going to be honest with you — I spent that entire night and day and all of the days up until now enchanted by you.”
“I’ve gone every single day wishing you were at my door, praying that it was our very first page, and that we wouldn’t end there. I’m wonderstruck by you, every single day — even when I thought that you were in love with someone else. I was — and I am, enchanted by you, Y/N. Utterly and devastatingly enchanted,” he said, and kissed you once more.
#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#qh43#vancouver canucks#brady tkachuk#matthew tkachuk#hughes brothers#weddings#taylor swift inspired fic#this song actually gives me nightmares but unrelated
203 notes
·
View notes
Text
Antoine’s job at Abraham’s ranch was more difficult than city life had prepared him for. Most days he spent hours on end shoveling hay or cleaning stalls while Abraham trained the horses. For three generations, his family had bred and raised the finest horses to sell to the region’s cattle ranchers and farmers. Antoine found him, and his ranch, surprisingly comfortable despite the constant heat and warm smell of animals that permeated the air.
The work itself left him sore and exhausted, but at peace. When he had first tried wrangling or taming any of the horses, it had been a nightmare; but slowly Abraham explained to him how to tune his movements to their cues, and he learned how to respond to them as though by second nature. Every day and every attempt became easier, and Abraham allowed him more time with them. Then as they learned to trust him, the horses seemingly came to love Antoine just as much as he had always loved them.
Only for all his weeks at the ranch there was one horse who had never let him come near. She preferred to spend all her time in the darkened silence of her stall rather than outside in the sun like the other horses. Each day when Antoine entered to spread hay, she whinnied from the distance as soon as she smelled him, kicking her feet and backing into a corner until he finished his tasks.
But compared to the unrelenting sun at noon, the hostility of the darkened barn was peaceful. So any minute he had free, Antoine sat there with her, whistling quietly and calmly, as he looked into the distance so that he wouldn’t frighten her with his gaze. As the months went by she gradually became calmer in his presence, eventually coming to sit peacefully on the ground as he whistled for her. He couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like his whistle was the only thing that calmed her, and the songs overpowered the initial fear she held for him.
He had been sitting there month in and month out during the height of the noonday sun, when he heard the soft rustle of hay that meant she had risen to her feet; but there was no scratching or angry neighing afterward, just the quiet clacking of her hooves that told him she was coming nearer.
She poked her nose over the curve of the gate, signaling to him that she had finally grown to trust him enough to come to him on her own. He moved forward slowly, still whistling the same tune that he did every day. To his surprise, she didn’t move away at the sound of his boots. As he brought his hand close of her face he eased his whistles into words, “Hey there, girl. Abe told me you don’t much like anyone, huh?” He laughed quietly, blending it into another soft, whistled tune so that the sudden sound wouldn’t scare her, “Can’t say I blame you, you know? Knowing what I know about some folks in the world.”
His quiet speech was interrupted by heavy footfall and an impressed whistle. At its sound the horse retreated back into the shadows. “Silver, huh? Must say I am impressed. Only person she ever liked was my granddaddy.”
Antoine turned toward Abraham, following him to the stools facing the stalls and grabbing the cigarette he offered, “She’s the only horse here who ever actually met my granddaddy, God rest his soul. Her breeding days are past her, so I suppose I shoulda sold her long ago. Probably not worth a cent anymore, but I just can’t do it to her, not with how long she’s been here, when she was granddaddy’s favorite horse. I wouldn’t push her, but you get her to let you ride her and you’re welcome to, anytime you like. Promise me you’ll be cautious though, huh? I’ve seen her buck off one man too many to try myself. But then again, she never let me pet her the way you just were.”
He took another drag off his cigarette and then rose to go back outside, giving the horse in the corner a sad look, as though she knew more about his life and his family than he wanted to share with Antoine that day. Then he tipped his hat at her and walked away, telling Antoine that their brief moment of respite was over and there was work still to be done.
#1931#sims 4 historical#ts4 decades challenge#ts4 historical#sims 4 decades challenge#the darlingtons#sims 4 legacy#ts4 legacy#sims 4 story#ts4 story#1930s#Antoine Duplanchier#abraham hines
119 notes
·
View notes
Text
What I think is the ACTUAL meaning behind the movie Nightmare before Christmas:
I was googling the meaning behind a Danny Elfman song today and something unrelated popped up. It was a Tor dot com article about the "Meaninglessness of Nightmare before Christmas."
It seemed "profound" as far as online articles go but obnoxiously it was clearly an opinion piece dealing with someone's personal interpretation that the movie has no meaning. And Google had sucked up as a valid source of information and "facts."
And it was mostly just this pretentious author insisting that the whole thing is "beautifully meaningless." and there's no moral and no one grows and there's no meaning at all. Yeah... No. I disagree.
I do NOT think The Nightmare before Christmas is meaningless. Though I don't think it is the deepest thing ever.
"Or perhaps it's really not as deep as I've been lead to think. Am I trying much to hard?" - Jack Skellington quote from the song Jack's Obsession by Danny Elfman.
And no, I don't fall in line with the popular interpretation that it's a big metaphor for cultural appropriation. That sort of thing never mattered much to Tim Burton as a film topic and he has said he was just inspired by seeing a store window display change over from Halloween to Christmas.
So what do I think it's actually about? ...Love.
Let me explain.
We begin with Jack finishing a successful Halloween but he feels empty inside. For all the praise and cheer, he's lonely, isolated. He's the big celebrity everyone fauns over. He knows he's popular but he's always separate, always alone. He has his dog but that's it.
He's lonely in that crowd of cheering fans. He feels a longing and he doesn't know what that longing is for. He aches for someone to just understand and accept him, not idolize him. An equal. A companion.
When he discovers Christmas that "Empty place is filling up." Christmas spirit is all about love. The Muppet Christmas Carol even has the song "The Love we've Found."
The joy Jack associates with Christmas is akin to love.
He wants others to feel this happiness, this desire to give and bring joy to others. What he is experiencing is something David Bowie once decribed in his song called Soul Love. "All I have is my love of love. A love that's not loving."
Jack tries to share this wonderful feeling with the rest of Halloween but they don't understand it. Most of them don't crave love the way he (and Sally) do. And Christmas is all about love. Not necessarily romantic or carnal love but a love, just the same. A love for others, a love to give. A love of making others happy. Jack substitutes love with Christmas.
And he wants to share it with his people.
"Well, at least they're excited but they don't understand that special kind of feeling in Christmas Land. Oh, well..."
Through the story Jack goes through an identity crisis, partly out of boredom and partly out of this child-like craving for love he doesn't fully understand.
Sally gets it though. "Jack, I know you think something's missing..."
First Jack has to come to terms with himself and self-acceptance. He does that. He comes to a new appreciation for who and what he is as he talks himself out of despair in the song "Poor Jack." when he exclaims "I am The Pumpkin King!"
And then at the very end of the movie he finally connects with that thing he had been missing all along. And it's fitting that it's on Christmas that he discovers that thing he's been longing for - love, combined with a new reinvigorated appreciation for who and what he is. He finally finds that love that fills the void in both himself and in Sally because she has already told us that she feels the same way as Jack (*Whispers* She's just smarter than him...).
Though Sally didn't exist in Tim Burton's original children's book / poem that became the film, he did approve of the creation of the character Sally and provided the early concept art. He even modeled Sally on his then girlfriend, Lisa Marie.
And the book The Making of Nightmare before Christmas tells us that Sally gave the film its heart. She gave substance to the thing Jack was longing for and had never known- the love of another that wasn't idol worship.
I know Henry Selick was the director and Caroline Thompson wrote the script but Tim Burton created the characters and he told the story bit by bit to Danny Elfman, who composed the songs before there was a script. So they conceived of Sally before anyone else and I think Danny Elfman caught on to what an important keystone Sally was for the story.
Also Tim Burton is a romantic at heart. All of his films have a love story in there somewhere. And he tends to prefer that the couples get their fairytale ending "And they lived Happily Ever After." He even managed to turn Washington Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow into a romantic fairy tale with a happy ending in his 1999 film, Sleepy Hollow.
So there you have it. I feel that the real meaning behind Nightmare before Christmas- the thing Jack was longing for and ultimately realized was right there waiting for him- was love.
69 notes
·
View notes
Note
Have you seen Tetris (2023)? Unrelated: what music do you like, or listen to?
-R
I have seen Tetris, yes! Just a few weeks ago, sometime in March, matter of fact, so your timing is particularly incredible. It first haunted me in music form, believe it or not, I kept getting songs from its soundtrack recommend on Spotify.
While I usually really don't like the KGB is in your walls stuff that the Western films always insist on showing, I'll make an exception for this movie because it's pretty fun. I actually liked the Evil Liar KGB had going on, I thought it was very funny. I do have one complaint about the whole thing, though. I wish the pixel animation was utilised throughout the whole movie, not just in That One Scene... :( Just small, little bits (ha) would have been fine...
Fun (not really) fact: I was first introduced to the character of Robert Maxwell through this movie (you have to forgive me for not giving many fucks about the aristocrats of Britain). I have then immediately learnt that his daughter is Ghislaine Maxwell. The Ghislaine Maxwell. Jeffrey Epstein's partner (in crime). How delightful...
What music do I like... That's a terrible question to ask me because I'm very passionate about music... I have playlists for everything I like, even Chernobyl related one... there's not a free minute in my day that I'm not listening to something. I associate music with everything.
I mean, judging solely by the fact that my wardrobe consists of one too many Sabaton and Rammstein shirts, I'd have to say I'm particularly fond of metal. And punk. And rock. I occasionally listen to Hollywood Undead because I discovered it when I was a... young teen, much too young to be listening to that kind of stuff lmao, and so I feel oddly nostalgic about them.
I really like the... weird and experimental stuff? If it has some kind of a connection with nature, I will probably like it. I've been a long time fan of Cosmo Sheldrake - and he just released a brand new album Eye To The Ear on the 12th of April AND a new single just a few days ago... it's everything I could have expected and more, truly. His brother, Merlin (whimsical names is the theme) is a biologist and he wrote a book about fungi, which I really like, but haven't finished because I didn't have the time nor brain capacity to take in all that new information.
And continuing with the theme of slighly weird, I also enjoy video games/movies OSTs. The creepier the better. Little Nightmares (I&II) soundtrack? Perfection. I talk a lot of shit about HBO's Chernobyl but that show's OST is phenomenal (and that's the last nice thing I have to say about it 🙄). From not horror-esque soundtracks: stuff from DOOM.
I've also been mesmerised by the Polish folk music used throughout The Peasants and have been regularly listening to the whole soundtrack. I need to rewatch that movie ASAP... more on movie tracks, I also really like Mad Max: Fury Road's and Moon (2009)'s OSTs.
I also like older, classic bands... Pet Shop Boys, Soft Cell, Bronski Beat, Depeche Mode... Kult, if we're talking local... And because I AM beating the toxic masculinity allegations: MARINA, Paris Paloma, Caro Emerald and sometimes even Lana Del Rey and Mitski. Other than that, I'm rarely attached to one particular artist or band, I usually like two or three songs and hate the rest haha
I'm gonna add a bunch of songs I like under the cut as a little treat, just because:
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
hiii it’s snub vs shark nosed BMW anon here again, actually in love with you for literally checking the fucking books to see if snub-nosed had been used. that’s fucking Commitment and i feel so vindicated it’s not even funny. bro was driving a snub shark nosed BMW ig. gay people really have no sense of style huh (im punching up, i wear camo hunting pants that i put studs on. as an everyday item 👎)
also completely unrelated but i need external approval of this: born in a rut by testament is so adam coded if he’d gone off the rails/become a villain in the story. this has been haunting me for like two months and i need it to be a discussion. ALSO bruised and bloodied by seether is a ronan song prove me WRONG‼️ peace n love <3 awaiting your thoughts
OMG hi anon, glad to have you back!! also happy to get some trc related homework, hehe
alright, so first of all i completely agree with you on born in a rut. if adam had gone off the rails it would totally have been out of fucking frustration with his whole situation and i can absolutely see all that pent up anger resulting in a sort of "i don't give a fuck what i'm turning into and what you think of me, this is justified" kind of energy (understandably so), so yeah. "the day i die, no tears be cried/cause this what i choose/this tragedy is my destiny/there's nothing i can do" is very fitting. also makes me think of how adam himself thought he'd become a villian (aka kill gansey) because he misread his worst nightmare as a vision of the future.
as for bruised and bloodied, i once again have to agree, what with all the frustration in this song and ofc the religious undertones. this is a ronan song, if i've ever heard one. like "i’m not asking to pray about/parade around/or save somebody/lost the courage i’m craven now/you’re way too proud/all bruised and bloodied" feels incredibly on brand for him. (i'm sure i could have said something more profound than that but i'm drawing a blank rn lmao. i'm taking a study break rn and my brain is goo)
anyways, take care and thank you for the ask :)
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
For the past week or so, I've been logging in to Disney Dreamlight Valley again (after a 2 month hiatus 😅). They have a "Haunted Holiday Star Path" event going on right now. When it comes to games I genuinely like, I do actually have fomo and I hate it, lol. So, here I am 🙃
I've been playing a bit of catch up. Like, they added Beauty and the Beast! That was my favorite OG Disney movie growing up. And then Mulan came along and I was like !!! Okay now those two are my favorites (because I couldn't decide between the two).
I also finally watched the live action Beauty and the Beast for the first time. It's been out for a while now, I know... I'm just slow when it comes to watching movies or anything on tv. In my opinion it was very well done! I'm not a harsh critic though.
I also watched the live action Little Mermaid and I really loved it. It gave the characters so much more depth, and displayed more marine creatures than I thought they would have. The actors put so much life and emotion into their vocals in their songs, I was very impressed.
And I touch on this a bit below, but being an octo-nerd, there were things about Ursula that they added to the movie, that was not in the original, and I was like holy crap! I wonder how many people are going to catch onto that? It's when she's shuffling through her ingredient cabinets to create one of her concoctions and her 'arms' (she refers to them as 'tentacles', probably because younger audiences will be like ??? if she says arms, but the correct term is actually 'arms'). They are acting independently from her because octopuses have nine brains. One brain in each arm and one in the mantle (head). So each arm thinks for itself. When she says she can't find anything, everything always gets lost, it's probably because her eight arms are putting things back on the shelves however they please and her main-brain (mantle i.e. head) isn't paying attention to keep track of it all 😅
Okay- weird thing that I complain about often to my friends cause we all play this, and unrelated to the live action movie. Eric, in this game, stalks me, and it's flippen weird. I think everyone who plays this has a character that stalks them though, as if it's in the programming and it's RNG of who it is. I say that because I'll go to Twitch and watch it happen to streamers, and they'll make comments about their 'stalker'. It's just somehow my 'stalker' ended up being Eric 🤷🏻♀️. For some, it's Kristoff. Others, it's Maui. I dunno... it's weird.
(For the record, I know they're all programmed to come and find you, but I mean- in this case, there's ONE specific character that follows you WAY MORE than usual.)
Anyone who knows me, knows I have this obsession with the Ocean (also space) and octopuses, and jellyfish... hence why I have the Ursula attire (she's the Octo Queen!). Her quest line, should you put out the moonstones and buy her bundle, is worth it imo, but I'm also biased as heck. I just find it ironic that I'm literally dressed like Ursula 2.0 and Eric stalks me more than half the time I'm in-game, lol 😓. The sound of his flute puts me in that state of like 🙀 -startled cat, eyes wide, looking everywhere, ducking behind furniture-
Ariel, go pay more attention to your man plskthx. I will give it to the live action production for the movie. The actor who plays Eric is handsome and plays the role well 👌🏻 (doesn't make me wanna hide any less though in-game 😑)
I totally veered off course of why I'm writing this post. My rambling is getting worse, akjdhjs.
SO. The star path...!
Last year when we got the first Halloween star path, if memory serves, I recall it not having any Tim Burton, The Nightmare Before Christmas items at all and being really bummed out about it. I figured it was because they couldn't get a contract signed, permission, copyright something or other. The game was still very new afterall.
There's a biome in DDLV named the Forgotten Lands and it's mostly purple hues. I knew the aesthetics would be perfect for The Nightmare Before Christmas if I just waited for it... and now this year a handful of items are in the Star Path event. I've been so ready.
Oh, and we also get... !!
😄
With the new items, I totally remodeled my biome. It's looking cute~
Here's some better shots of a couple Nightmare Before Christmas outdoor furniture pieces (just a couple but they're big pieces). The notorious Skellington's Hill and the popular Frightful Fountain. 👇🏻
And the great thing about this game is, we're just going to continue to get even more fun items and grow as the game develops. We also have the Christmas Star path coming up, at some point. Wonder if there's going to be some interesting items in that 🤔
Oh yeah, I got a cutie Pirate Parrot from this Star Path too ❤️
One Final Edit: On Twitter they mentioned that they added an "AUTUMNBUNDLE" code. If you're playing and missed it, you can copy and paste that in for some furniture pieces.
Should be in the Settings menu > Help > Code box (under 'import avatar') > hit 'claim' after typing it in.
#teku.blog#teku.ddlv#ddlv spoilers#ddlv#disney dreamlight valley#dreamlight valley#ramble ramble ramble#this is one of the few games I like to play when I'm feeling burnout from FFXIV#it's also a really cute and chill game#it has quests- housing decorating- gathering- crafting- cooking- fishing...#I need to stop writing such long posts x_x
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
spring awakening for the direction thing please
this is another long one please hit read more
i sort of have two answers for this one because for a while i’ve been thinking about how i’d direct the spring awakening play so i have a bunch of ideas for that but you probably meant the spring awakening musical so i’m gonna do my thoughts for the play in bullet points and then i’ll go more in depth for the musical.
the play:
the time i wanted to seriously do this irl was mid-pandemic and i was losing my mind so a lot of my blocking ideas were fully socially distanced and every character would wear face masks matching their costumes.
on the note of costumes i really wanted to have the actors able to choose their own costumes. the style would be the nonspecific time period most productions go with w the girls in dresses and the boys in like suspenders or whatever. i think it would give the actors more of a sense of connection to the characters, especially considering how strange the text can be to modern americans.
it would be performed either outdoors in a field or in a blackbox theater. the set would be fairly minimalistic. i would love to find a set motif like the falsettos revival’s foam cube but i haven’t put too much thought into what exactly that motif would be.
i’m not sure how legal this is but i think it would be a fun reference to get soft instrumentals of the musical songs to play behind their corresponding scenes.
any scene where actors would need to be closer than six feet (touching, kissing, etc) would be prefilmed in a silhouette style and projected onto a white sheet. this way actors would only have to be physically close once and not every night. during the show, actors would go behind the sheet for the scene. metaphorically this would also be an indication of the concept that while the children generally aren’t afraid of sex or kissing, they still have the knowledge that it’s an intimate act and still have some sort of inherent shame attached to it.
unrelated to my ideas specifically for this because i just thought of this but on that note i also think it would be really interesting for a production where the actors act behind a white sheet and all the audience sees is silhouettes. i think it would be a really cool way to play with shapes like that, and a bit of an extra challenge for the actors to try and be emotive and expressive when no one can see their expressions. it would also add to the idea of the children in the show not being understood despite their best efforts.
now in terms of the musical, i’m jumping around a lot for this one because with spring awakening i’ve seen it so many times and everyone’s done it a million different ways and so i don’t have exact ideas for the show scene-by-scene like i did with alice by heart. i do have an overall concept i’d like to follow, as well as a few specific scenes that i’d like to address. this is also going to focus more on my mindset while directing rather than the blocking and concepts itself, because spring awakening is much more clear with its stage directions than alice by heart is.
i know this is cheesy af but hear me out: a les mis dallas-style modernized production would hit so different. i’ve seen a lot of spring awakening productions and a lot of them try modernizing it but the directors don’t understand that putting a modern outfit on a period piece isn’t going to change much in the grand scheme of things. however i do think a lot of the problems in spring awakening can and should be addressed under a modern lens- these are real issues that still plague today’s youth, albeit maybe less dramatic than death by botched abortion.
this is also why for the song of purple summer, i’d make this connection between past and present much more clear by making the final costumes historically accurate (or at least historically accurate to the extent that most productions go for) in a similar color palette to their everyday wear. this is kind of an inversion of what spring awakening tried to do when it was off-broadway / in previews on broadway, but hopefully less……bad?
i think in order to be effective, some spring awakening scenes need to be done a certain way and most productions don’t do them correctly.
the first of which is the beating scene. in most productions, wendla and melchior enjoy it too much. i think this needs to be the exact opposite. wendla is a young girl with no concept of bodily harm and this leads her into some much less than ideal situations throughout the show. in this scene, we need to see wendla’s regret as soon as the beating starts, and yet her stubbornness and naïveté prevails. for melchior, we have a young boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing, either. in the play, we find out one of melchior’s worst nightmares was a dream where he started punching his dog and couldn’t stop. while the musical doesn’t include this but it context, i still need to see that bit of backstory in a melchior. contrary to wendla, melchior’s regret begins to kick in more at the end. in this scene, their emotions directly foil each other. we need to actually be able to see that.
also while i adore otto and georg and their woyb reprise, i really don’t understand why it belongs to them and i think just the instrumentals itself should be a taunting reprise, or wendla can quietly sing it to herself as the scene fades to black.
the next vital scene is the hayloft scene. quick trigger warning here for discussions of rape here so feel free to skip to the next chunk of text if you don’t want to read that sort of thing! i also want to apologize if i misstep in my description of this scene in any way, and if i actually directed this, i’d like to talk to some survivors to see what would actually be an appropriate way to perform this scene in a nonromantic way. these are just my immediate thoughts with the scene presented.
in the text of the musical, the hayloft scene is heavily romanticized, but i still think with the right direction, it can be played as how it is in the play. in the play, it’s more clearly rape, and even though in the musical wendla says yes, i would like to emphasize the fact that wendla doesn’t know what she’s saying yes to. a very important point of emphasis of this should be the climax of i believe. as the rest of the ensemble comes to their final harmony, we should cut to a blackout and hear wendla scream in pain overtop of the music.
the vineyard scene needs to be performed much more tenderly and sensitively than written. i would ideally like to work with queer actors for this scene and ideally have hanschen and ernst’s connection be much more genuine.
i think it would also be neat if there was a big set piece that looked like a tree branch and this scene can take place sitting on top of it.
overall my ideas for spring awakening are a lot less cohesive than for alice by heart because i’ve been thinking about this for a longer time and therefore everything is all over the place and i have concepts in my head for literally three different productions of it i guess, but i think it would be so much fun to work on no matter which way i do it!
#spring awakening#answered#anon#sorry this is a lot less cohesive than the other one#and sorry this took a long time to respond to it took a lot of time to get my thoughts out#i just think it would b neat to direct spring awakening
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sonally Celebration, Year Three, Day Five: Fading
Sonally Celebration Week, Year 3, Day Five: Fade
Well Day Five is already upon us. Dang time flies XD. This day’s prompt had me mulling for a time, as it’s potential thematic resonance could align with the ideas I have for the final days; prompt theme. Outside of episode continuity (if I’m not deciding on a completely unrelated one shot like one episode from last year), I usually avoid theme overlaps unless they can make for a good two-parter, so I wanted Fade to be different from Rest. What am I talking about? Well, you’ll all see on day eight. ^_^
Day Five: Fade.
Foreword: This takes place one-to-three-ish years after Crossroads, and a return to the more domestic slice of life.
Two sets of feet march toward the couch in the spacious ‘living room’ area, where the two bodies belonging to said feet flop down onto the sofa with matching tired sighs. Each slide an arm around the other and lean in, cheek-to-cheek. Tired, bloodshot eyes meet, as a tired voice mutters. “Kathy and J.C. tucked in bed?”
“Check.”
“Monitor set-up if they wake up from a nightmare and need consoling?”
“Check, we have one of Nicole’s new A.I. ‘kids’ watching their room. If either J.C. or Kathy wake up, or both, they’ll help them unless they ask for us.”
“Us tired as all hell?”
After a beat, both sigh and utter. “Mega check!!” Groaning as she rolled to curl against Sonic, Sally sighed again. Her body and mind woefully tired from the day. “I love our angels, but they can be so exhausting.”
Grunting in agreement, Sonic gave her a squeeze from the arm around her waist. “Doesn’t help they’re both already getting the hang of their speedy-abilities. Is it wrong I’m wishing they didn’t inherit my speed now?” He really didn’t, (his pride soared when it was clear they had his speed). However moments like these, he was considering how nice it would be for them to not have his super speed would be? Or the speed simply kicked in at puberty… or would that be worse?
“We wish it weren’t so today, but we’ll change tunes when that speed is sorely needed for them.” Muttered Sally, sharing his thoughts, but her ever-present pragmatism won out over in-the-moment whimsy. A thin smile emerged from her tired expression. “That said, I'm rather proud that they’re starting to understand that running around the palace is a no-no. Starting to, being the key word.”
That elicited a chuckle from Sonic as he smiled back and made a pleased sound as she moved her hand up his back to rub the back of his neck. He leaned against the fingers rubbing the sore area that had bothered him most of the day. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and that early maturity you had will kick in.”
“Mmm, I’m sensing a ‘but’ somewhere in there my love.” She murmured, making her own soft ‘murring’ as Sonic began to return the neck rub after moving his hand from around her waist to her neck. “Out with it Sonic.”
“Heh, got me pegged huh? Weeeell, you were mature for your age, but I don’t want our kids to be fun-kill-joys either.”
“I was a fun-kill-joy?” She raised an eyebrow, applying a bit more pressure to the spot where neck and shoulder met, causing Sonic to yelp and twinge from the application of pressure. “I call it knowing some of the stuff you wanted to do would wind us in trouble.”
“H-hey, heeeeeeeey, you had your moments of sly ideas that did just that!” He wiggled to avoid her grip, now shifting his hand back to her side, but with tickling intent as his fingers shifted and wiggled about.
Snerking, and then breaking into several laughs, Sally let go, and squirmed. “Pffft- n-no fair! T-two can play!” It was one and Sally sat up and pounced her husband, pinning him to the couch and letting her fingers fly over his body. Grinning widely, as tiredness gave way to playful-energy, Sally enjoyed herself thoroughly as she watched Sonic, her beloved, start to wiggle and laugh from her efforts.
“Hahaha, ahaha! C-crap Sal, you wanna throw d-d-down don’t you?” His emerald eyes gleam as the same burst of energy giving Sally a second wind coursed through him. Wiggling his fingers, his hands moved to strike; and with his super-speed applied: naturally he was able to cover more ground, much faster. As laughter erupted from Sally and she writhed and squirmed, his glee intensified. “You were saying Sal-MMPFFH?” Sonic’s boast was cut off as Sally mashed her mouth to his. The surprise kiss threw him off, but only briefly. Letting out a low, needy moan, Sonic ceased tickling Sally and proceeded to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer as their kiss intensified.
A low, purr-like sound uttered from Sally’s throat, muffled as her lips were still thoroughly mashed against her husband’s. The squirrel-chipmunk hybrid rubbed herself against him. Ruling a kingdom, being a loving-attentive spouse, and a parent was a tall order. They made it work; but quality, private time became more of a premium. Even tired as Sally felt, the burning need to feel Sonic’s loving embrace and ‘skilled hands’ hit her like a freight train. How long had it been since they last had a moment like this? Actually feeling the urge, the need to make love? Maybe that was why, but truly who cared what the exact reason was? The moment was here, seizing it was key.
As the kiss broke, Sally’s breath hitched as Sonic’s mouth trailed down to her neck, and his hands rested on her posterior, before one hand grasped at her tail, which had been wiggling quite giddily as if to entice him. “S-Sonic, bedroom-ngh..”
“Why not here?” He murred against her neck, giving her a squeeze with both hands.
She licked his ear and nipped at the tip, whispering in a throaty voice. “I don’t want a repeat of last time; bedroom, door locked, you, me, on the bed, no clothes, ‘now’!”
Instead of his usual snappy retorts, Sonic processed her request, recalling ‘last time’ and only a big blanket prevented a truly awkward moment when one of the children woke up in the middle of the night. Hands move to scoop Sally up like the old days as he got off the sofa with her. It was a break of the rules, but he used a very-very small burst of his super-speed to zip to their room. His foot pushed the door closed, while Sally quickly hit the lock mechanism on the doorknob. A quick toss sent Sally onto the bed, and Sonic quickly joining her, both eagerly helping the other disrobe.
(Sorry folks keeping this PG-13 XD so fade to black!)
Once their bodily and spirit-rejuvenating needs were met, Sonic and Sally lay on the bed, tangled together. As they tried to catch their breath, each would out of parental-paranoia, check the monitor to the kid’s bedroom. No notifications, which meant the kids hadn’t woken up even once to go to the bathroom. A good sign they were sleeping through the night without ‘nightly accidents’ occurring. Even after a quick (for them) bout of love-making, being a parent never strayed from their minds.
Satisfied they didn’t need to redress soon, and attend to any nightly needs, the two sigh in content bliss. “It goes without saying Sal, we ‘needed’ that.”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She practically purred as she nuzzled against his upper chest as she draped over him partially. “Still got it.” She smirked, trailing a finger in a circle around the circular belly-fur of her husband.
“Ha, boy howdy!” Cackled Sonic as he lifted a hand tiredly for a high-five, which Sally gladly reciprocated. “Whoever said after 30 your love-life with kids dries up is an F’ing idiot.”
“Clearly someone who didn’t have a successful romance with their marriage.” Mused Sally, before a yawn tore from her throat. Curling into Sonic’s side, and pulling the covers over them. Sally felt the siren song of sleep, and was ready to greet it. “We should sleep while we can.”
Yawning himself, Sonic slipped an arm around Sonic, planting a kiss to her forehead, he twisted his body to better meet her own as they got comfortable. “Yeah, g’night Sal, love ya.”
“Love you too Sonic, *yawn* sleep well.” As another yawn left her, Sally closed her listening to Sonic’s heart-beat, and breathing. She could tell he was already out from the sounds he made, he didn’t snore, not really or fully. His breathing just became more ‘free’ if such a word could describe it. His heartbeat also steadied, still paced but clearly at ease. Such a rhythm helped her slowly fade from consciousness and soon, the warm embrace of sleep took Sally. Leaving only the sounds of both Sonic and her own breathing filling the darkness of their bedroom.
#boundforfreedom#Sally Acorn#Sonic the Hedgehog#Archie-Sonic Continuiity#Pre-SGW Sonic#fanart#romance#sonally#sonsal
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oh my god. I just had a thought.
I know that we tend to HC in fandom that Maglor studied songcraft and music in Alqualondë with the Falmari. Presumably because the Teleri are a very musically inclined people.
But there’s another person in Tirion that’s also very musically inclined and could have taught a young Makalaurë how to sing. Someone that Fëanor would have been reluctant to consult but knowing that his son was still too young to study at the Conservatory in Alqualondë and finding tutors that met the Crown Prince’s exacting expectations was probably a nightmare in and of itself.
We’re told that Indis was a singer and a composer.
I like to think that Míriel was a fairly decent singer/musician and that Maglor came by his gift honestly. She had a lot of finger dexterity due to her own craft and embroidering is a time-intensive task. So she probably sang little ditties and nonsense songs to herself to pass the time.
Míriel wasn’t as good of a singer as Indis. I could easily see Indis being hailed as the Minyar’s finest singer and composer. Indis would have sung and played music by her friend’s side and just kept her company. A high lovely voice that could be likened to shining silver. In comparison to the voice of gold that Míriel’s grandson was gifted with.
Fëanor was a jack of all trades and very very good, if not the best, in most of the subjects and crafts that he’d studied. But singing is very much a skill that you can’t really train. You have to have the vocal ability as well as an ear for music. The talent and inclination has to be there as well.
It would be absolutely tragic if Fëanaro didn’t quite have an ear for music. It would have leant itself towards people calling him Marred after the Statute.
But I also like the idea that he just didn’t have the talent or temperament for song-writing and once his little son started showing signs of leaning towards that craft in particular? Fëanáro would have started scouring the city for a tutor that met his exacting standards.
Which would likely have been a nightmare for the music instructors of Tirion. The Crown Prince wants nothing but the best for his children. If he can’t very well instruct Makalaurë in this? Well. The boy will want for nothing and will have the finest education that his father can get him.
Nerdanel, I suspect, would be the one to eventually suggest that Makalaurë could study under Indis. She tactfully avoids calling her step-mother-in-law the Queen and likely kept Finwë from interfering. Because Fëanáro would absolutely have not taken it well if his father were to suggest that his step-mother would be happy to teach her step-grandson.
It’s true. Indis would be very happy to see him and to have a solid reason to have Makalaurë in her presence that Fëanáro can’t argue or ignore. But it would not be a good thing to actually tell Fëanáro that.
Indis would likely also be the one to teach Finrod later on. Maybe Finarfin too if he showed an inclination towards music. She would have been disappointed when both her son and Makalaurë decided to study musical composition and songcraft at the Conservatory of Alqualondë rather than the Valmar School of Music or the Valmar School of the Arts.
On an unrelated note, I like the idea of a young Arafinwë meeting Eärwen at the Conservatory. Maybe she was studying poetry.
Give me Eärwen coming to Tirion ostensibly to study but really to continue meeting up with the youngest son of the King of the Ñoldor and becoming friends with a student of Tirion’s School of Architecture, a young woman named Anairë.
Back on subject though.
It really would be interesting if Fëanáro had to admit that Indis is the best choice here and the most capable musically inclined person in Tirion to teach his son. Especially if he was forced to consider his own feelings about Indis and the quality of education Makalaurë would be receiving if he decided to go for a less knowledgeable or skilled musical and singing instructor.
I suspect that Fëanáro would probably view his children’s education as something well worth having to put up with Indis. And Indis herself? She would, I think, be very happy indeed to have the chance to spend more quality time with one of her step-grandkids.
It’s a win/win situation for everyone save Fëanor, really.
#Esme's Musings#Fëanor#Indis#Maglor#The Silmarillion#I kinda just rambled here#but yeah#it's an interesting thought!
70 notes
·
View notes
Note
ALLLYYYYYYY CONGRATS AGAIN ON 1K!! :D 🌈✨🥂🤩 i wanted a matchup bit i get super duper self conscious typing them out aisnwkwkns is it 🐾sible to get one based on how much u know abt me? 😳👉👈 it’s ok if not!!
Io!! Yes of course! I’ll do my best with what I know about you :>
I match you with...
Hizashi Yamada!!
Chaotic? yes. Loyal and loving? Also yes!
Hizashi would be a very fun partner. He’s playful and loud, but he’s also very considerate and caring. His love for you runs deep and if anyone tries to hurt you, they have to go through him first! He has a good sense about people and could tell from the start how amazing you are.
He’s a DJ so he knows all the best music and would love to make new playlists for you to enjoy. He doesn’t mind branching out to other genres that he may not be totally familiar with, but honestly its hard to find any music that he doesn’t enjoy. Instead of asking you out forthright, he actually made you a mix tape that basically got his message across for him. Of course you accepted.
Not only does he know his music, he also loves dancing! This is perfect because he could dance all night with you! Similarly he also enjoys just watching you or helping you come up with choreography. He’s just a well rounded guy when it comes to the music industry.
He’d also find creative ways to help you study or motivate you to get your work done. If you have a creative block then he does anything in his power to help get your creativity back!
Perfect date would be going out on the town, dancing and enjoying each other’s company. Maybe even a bit of karaoke if you’re feeling brave enough! Well Hizashi definitely feels brave enough but he won’t force you up on stage if you don’t want to.
Akiteru Tsukishima!!
Plus that makes Kei kinda like your little brother too, right?? What a nightmare.
Akiteru would definitely make for a great boyfriend. He’s devoted and kind, and isn’t a total ass like his brother. He’s also really perceptive so he knows if you’re feeling down or need a little cheering up! He’s great at making you laugh and loves making you smile.
He loves that you’re multilingual and have a multitude of creative talents. Really he’s very proud to show you off and definitely feels like he has the best girlfriend out of all his friends. He enjoys letting you do tarot readings on him and makes it a habit of asking what his horoscope is every morning. He could just look it up himself but he prefers you to tell him.
Though he will poke fun at you, it’s never in a malicious way. It’s simply a way to get you to laugh. If his brother says something he thinks is out of line though, he is quick to put him in his place. His jokes are good natured while the same can’t always be said for Kei. Still, Akiteru won’t let his brother bully you.
You both are kind and caring and have a deep emotional connection as you’re both water signs. He’s also good at hyping you up and encouraging you to complete projects or hone your craft. He’s your very best personal cheerleader which is always nice to have. A bit unrelated but he could give you all the cute stationary you could ever ask from from his work.
The perfect date would probably be going to one of Kei’s volleyball games after a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant. You can both cheer on the brat from the sideline, much to his chagrin.
Edgar Allen Poe!!
Not only a good boyfriend but also a great editor!
Poe is a bit shy, but he definitely asked you out via poetry. It was a bit convoluted and really long, but you definitely appreciated the sweet sentiment. Hopefully it didn’t get too dark for you, sometimes he doesn’t realize that not everyone is into the macabre.
As a writer himself, he definitely loves that one of your hobbies is also writing. You would definitely take turns editing each others works and giving constructive critiques. Of course, he’ll ask if you think his latest mystery is unsolvable enough to send to Ranpo but you’ll be honest with him which he appreciates. You also both help each other when you hit a block, usually by going out on dates or providing some sort of distraction until the creative juices can flow again.
Your creativity definitely is one of the things that first attracted him to you. He believes that your ideas are limitless and it is always fun for him to bounce off new plot ideas with you. You also help him to write realistic woman characters which a lot of male writers tend to falter on. Overall this makes him a better, well-rounded writer and he enjoys the positive reviews he gets on his characterization.
Also he has a pet raccoon! Karl and Cutiepie would make for such cute companions together. Poe loves and cares for Cutiepie just as you do for Karl. It’s really cute how your pets can get along just as well as you do. Perhaps Karl could teach Cutiepie how to ride on your shoulders....
The perfect date would be mystery theater! The interactive kind where you have to figure out who the killer is. The food will be great and the entertainment is even better. Poe would definitely figure it out first, but only with your help. It would be very memorable and fun!
Akitaru Obi!!
His a big beefy captain, what more is there to love?
Obi is such a dedicated and loving partner that anyone would be lucky to have him! He’s a natural born leader just like you and has a keen sense of justice. He also has a good sense of humor and doesn’t mind joking around to lighten the mood. Though he is definitely the type to be serious when the situation calls for it.
He love working out and sees dancing as a great cardio routine. He’d definitely ask you to teach him so that you both could enjoy it together. While it’s not a traditional workout, it can definitely get the heart rate up and sweat flowing. Plus it never hurts to be limber, no matter how big you are! Especially when doing active and dangerous work like battling infernals.
While he’s definitely more of a rock music fan, he doesn’t mind listening to pop. Plus It can just be fun to listen to somethings. He’ll let you pick a new song or artist for him and he’ll give his honest opinion on how he feels about it. He’ll do the same for you. It’s a bonding experience you both share that he truly enjoys.
Obi prefers dogs to cats but he’ll still be a great cat dad to Cutiepie. Though if he falls asleep on his workout equipment, Obi definitely wouldn’t have the hear to move him and would resign to doing something else. That can frustrate him a bit but only because he cares.
The perfect date I think would probably be a concert of your choosing. He would gladly pay for the tickets, not really caring who the artist was as long as you were happy to see them. He’d definitely lift you up on his shoulders so you could get the perfect view from the crowd, though the people behind you aren’t so happy about it.
Megumi Fushiguro!!
He can kind of be an enigma sometimes but he’s very devoted to you.
Megumi took a while to open up, he tends to keep his thoughts and feelings private, but through time you were able to crack through that outer wall of his and see him for who he really is. Because of this you can read him fairly well which means he doesn’t have to worry about being overly expressive. His kind heart makes him an excellent partner and he’ll fight anyone that tries to lay a hand on you.
He has a clear sense of good and bad, but you do help him see that the world isn’t necessary black and white like he tends to view it. This does help him grow as a sorcerer and challenge his initial perception of people. His cold demeanor against people he feels aren’t worth saving is a bit thawed out, enabling him to help more people in the end.
Also he has his arsenal of adorable shikigami to play with! If you’re feeling down or maybe need your spirits lifted up, he’ll deploy his divine dogs to devour you with love and affection. Their playfully puppy-like attitude when not on the battlefield makes them super fun to play with and be around. They will also be respectful of any other animals in the area and won’t chase and harass them. There’s also Rabbit Escape where he can cover you with a pile of fluffy bunnies.
Megumi isn’t very creative himself so he really enjoys the fact that he has a partner who is. He also quite enjoys reading, though he prefers nonfiction he would definitely read anything that you write and tell you how he feels about it.
The perfect date would entail Megumi cooking for you! He’d make all your favorite foods and you could eat by candlelight before snuggling on the couch with a good movie. It’s simple but sweet and he enjoys the comfortable laid-back atmosphere you bring.
Event Page
#bnha matchup#hq matchups#bsd matchup#fire force matchup#jjk matchup#tag: io#ally.1ke#1ke.matchup#this took over an hour to write for some reason#lol i kept getting stuck
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
[ID: Oddly Specific F/O Imagines/Situations || Choose a prompt from the list below and reblog with a story, a speech, or an imagine list of you and your F/O in that situation!]
OPEN FOR THE WHOLE WEEK!
for @selfshipping-port 's self ship con! visit their page for more details. also, feel free to use specific situations for other f/o' s too (like a romantic f/o situation for a platonic f/o). have fun!
All Types Of F/O's
When they meet you for the first time
When they have to help you for your studies/work
When you finally go out shopping
When you're having a sleepover with a friend they're not really familiar with
When they have to prepare for your birthday at the last minute
When they give you a present on valentines day but it was actually the wrong gift
When you're just minding your own business until they suddenly slam a pillow on you (pillow fight)
When they suddenly come up to you and speak in your native language (or a language you're interested in)
When they finally get a taste of the dishes from your home country
When they instantly get excited if you show them your talents
When you're supposed to be asleep until you meet each other in a video game
When your f/o has a voice crack and you end up as a laughing mess
When they have to give you extra layers of clothing when going out in winter
When you have to go on a beach for vacation
When you open up to them (either about sexuality or gender and etc.)
When they find out you've been doing self-harm (make sure to put a warning)
When they find you crying alone in your room
When they get teleported into the real universe and has to go on a hunt in finding you
When your all your f/o's meet and fight over who gets to keep you
Romantic F/O's
When they invite you to cuddle
When they find out you like them too
When you catch them staring at you
When you shower together for the first time
When they have to figure out where you're supposed to go on your first date
When you like to tease each other under the table while eating
When you finally see each other after being separated for so long
When you're getting flirted by another person and they get overly jealous
When you accidentally bump foreheads when kissing
When your hands keep slipping past each other while walking
When you FINALLY hold hands and appreciate the feeling
When you laugh at your hands' size difference
When they catch you singing your theme song and smile in the background
When they propose in public but ended up embarrassing themselves
When they're so awe-struck seeing you in a dress/tuxedo/astonishing outfit
When they can't stop smiling while they stare at you, "What did I ever do to deserve someone so precious?"
When you see their extremely red face after sharing affection
When they give you a pendant with a picture of you and them
"What do you mean I'm sleeping on the couch? WHAT DID I DO??"
Soulmate AUs.
Platonic F/O's
When you're drunk at a party and they have to drag you home
When you talk about your crushes then they suddenly walk past you
When they have to set you up with romantic f/o
When you're childishly debating about something you both disagreed on
When you have to get their consent before dating (as if they were your actual family)
When they tell you "advice" when it comes to romantic f/o
When they need to make up an excuse for where you've been after being outside at such a late time
When they have to keep you updated with every little thing (like how they just took a dump minutes ago)
When they see you're crying and immediately ask, "WAS IT ROMANTIC F/O?!"
When they have to follow you while you're on a date
When they're either the "gives actual good advice" or the "let's burn the factory tonight"
When you're playing pranks by knocking on hotel doors
When you have to race each other with rollerskates/rollerblades/skateboards
Familial F/O's
When you finally introduce them to romantic f/o and they get "threatening"
When you find out you're having another sibling
When you accidentally call them "dad/mom" (for those who have unrelated parental f/o's)
When you have to babysit/keep an eye on your sibling f/o but you two actually end up messing the house
When someone makes your child f/o cry
When they catch you sneaking out of the house
When they see you smiling at your phone and suddenly start asking questions
When you have to decide who will cook lunch/dinner when none of you knows how
When your parent f/o's share stories about how you (and your sibling f/o's) grew up
When your sibling f/o's won't stop annoying you and you end up the one being scolded
When you have a nightmare of losing your family and have to sleep with parent f/o's for the night
When you freak out after losing child f/o when they were in the ball pit the whole time
When both you and your parental f/o has to deny that you're not related in any way (but still considers it)
When your sibling f/o's jump on you just to tell you that they need someone to come with them to the bathroom
When they can sense that someone else is in the house (especially if you leave shoes outside)
if you have more ideas, don't be afraid to tell me! i'll add it if i can!
#this was supposed to be a booth but i'm too lazy to redo all that editing again aaaa#anyway have fun!!#self ship con 2020#selfship con 2020
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
nonnie is enabling me.
Do you have headcanons for your NGE muses?
ABSOLUTELY. THANK YOU!! [ soft hc’s answer for them here! ]
[ shinji ]
getting the Mental Illness out of the way- boy struggles with anxiety/depression/ and a big dose of ptsd. for canon, the source there is pretty obvious, but in aus he still has it, but typically less severe and stemming more from his mother’s death and his piece of shit excuse for a father.
funky little bisexual.
has a disorganized/fearful-avoidant attachment style. he wants closeness with those around him, particularly those he trusts, but he’s also positively terrified of it.
similar vein, he really struggles with vocalizing his emotions explicitly. a lot of it is tied to the PTSD - but it means his love language comes through in gift giving/acts of service since physical touch can be a struggle as well. one that’s most common for him is mix tapes/playlists. music is a huge comfort for him, and composing a set of songs that conveys his feelings is easier for him.
in the vein of music - plays cello! it’s also a huge comfort for him and on bad nights, he can play until his fingers are raw, into the early hours of the morning until he’s too exhausted to keep going and can finally sleep.
additional shit relationship with sleep. prone to depression naps, but also prone to inability to sleep due to anxiety. throw in a dash of stress dreams/ptsd nightmares and he’s ready to get off this whole ride.
[ asuka ]
giant asuka meta on her trauma + being a lesbian here
her arrogance is big ol front. she pushes everyone away so that it’s her choice to be alone, and not that no one wants her.
in less heavy thoughts, though, she has a huuuuge sweet tooth, even if she won’t always admit it. and a weakness for cute pink things -> she loves cute strawberry flavored sweets/snacks.
extremely smart and quick witted - in aus, she’s the person taking like 22 credit hours at her university, and double if not triple majoring. she doesn’t like to be held down to one thing, and is often interested in the intersection between seemingly unrelated factors.
extremely prone to overworking herself both physically and mentally.
a lot of her aggression towards shinji is just jealousy (which is canon i know lol dw), but in aus, she has a much easier time being close with him, and having that jealousy under control. over all, having him stick by her and not just scamper away when she gets prickly means a lot.
also an extremely loyal friend. often falls into the she can bully her friends but absolutely no one else can, and she will tear them limb from limb if they try.
[ kaji ]
whore.
HASDKJFDFS SORRY I HAD TO okay anyway: we already know kaji has a serious case of Sneaky Bitch disease. i see him going into govenment/intelligence/science fields no matter the au
i’ve also decided that he was both a theater kid and a speech team/debate kid. both contribute to his ease of acting/saying what people want to hear/etc etc
walking commitment issue. he doesn’t like to stay long in one place tied to one thing. at some point does realize this has more to do with being poly than with actual commitment issues - allowing him to settle a little more with misato and ritsuko.
always a big traveler, and a polyglot. he likes to explore new places, meet new people.
in college aus, he does TA work as a grad student, and eventually becomes a professor. he likes teaching, and has a good rep with students as being firm but supportive. while he’s far from an easy grader, he’s more than happy to help guide students to the help they need to succeed.
not the best relationship with his parents and is generally estranged from his family.
extremely vain about his hair and general appearance. spends a good deal on skin care/cologne/hair products to keep his appearance up. depressive episodes are easier to pick up in his eating habits, and sleep patterns. a little too good at pretending he’s completely at ease, and everything is going well.
#i've been thinking about this since i got it#bless you#muse; shinji ikari#muse; asuka langley soryu#muse; ryoji kaji
5 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Once again, tumblr has hidden the version of this post that has links. (Clearly, weird fan fic where ghosts eat candy bars is just *too radical* for this website.) This story is also available on AO3, under the username w_k_smith.
Chapter Two is here of “Don’t Go to the Netherworld!”
In this chapter, Beetlejuice and Lydia make their way through Saturn, but are waylaid by Zagnuts, a boy band, and all the obstacles the desert otherworld has to offer.
Chapter One: “It’s a Wonderful Afterlife” (6/19/20)
Chapter Two: “Worm Welcome” (07/03/20)
Chapter Three: “Ghost to Ghost” (upcoming)
Chapter Four: “To Beetle or not to Beetle?” (upcoming)
Warning: This story contains depictions of, references to, and discussion of topics like suicide, untimely death, abuse, and body horror - you know, like the musical does (though this probably has more). Know your boundaries, and stay safe.
New chapter under keep reading!
“I don’t understand,” Lydia said, as they crossed from the midnight of the administrative area, toward the hot afternoon of Saturn, through the twilight in between. “What’s Saturn? Are we going to the planet…somehow?”
“Nope. Totally unrelated, and don’t ask me who named it. Saturn is the part of the Netherworld that acts as a trap for ghosts who get out of line, like if you try to leave the house you’re haunting, or jump the line in processing like someone I could mention. Going through processing would only take a couple steps, but Saturn is an anti-shortcut from the feverish nightmares of M.C. Escher. It’s a giant desert, and it’s full of sandworms. Those are snake monsters that eat ghosts. Foreshadowing?” he muttered to himself.
“This is so weird,” Lydia muttered. “I love it.”
She didn’t seem like she was being sarcastic. Maybe hanging around her wasn’t going to be too terrible.
Unfortunately, he saw trouble ahead.
“Keep your head down,” he whispered to Lydia. “Look dead. Deader than that. And don’t sneeze! Dead people never sneeze!”
“What?”
“Hello, Beetlejuice,” said five tenor voices in unison. A cluster of expressionless young white men was drifting through the shadows toward him and Lydia. The boys had died in their late teens and very early twenties, long enough ago that two of them sported frosted tips. They were dressed just differently enough to be distinguishable from one another, in dated pants and t-shirts with no personality.
“Hey, Boy Inferno,” he grunted.
“What are you doing out here?” they asked. They all floated six inches off the ground, in a formation reminiscent of migrating ducks.
He rolled his eyes. “Just running an errand for Juno. Miss Argentina find that living intruder yet?”
“Not that we’ve heard. Who’s your friend?”
“New hire. Juno wants her on border patrol. Her name’s Lydia, and she’s boring. Kids these days, you know, they think eyeliner and TikTok counts as personality. But them’s the rules: if you add to the work, you have to help out.”
“Do you want to hear the introduction song, Lydia?”
Geez, they didn’t back off easy. “Save that for people who’ve committed genocide or worse.”
“We were talking to Lydia.”
At his elbow, Lydia scratched the end of her nose. Boy Inferno caught the gesture, and as one, cocked their heads.
“What did you die of…?” they asked her.
“Um, I don’t want to talk about it,” Lydia said, which was the wrong thing. All newlydeads ever wanted to do was blather on about how they’d bitten it.
“OK, you got me!” He stepped between Lydia and the boys. “This isn’t an approved mission to Saturn. We were actually trying to, ah, hide out from Juno for a while. She is in a mood today, I tell ya. Just impossible. She wants me to take a statement from all the recently deceased who were in line when the alarm went off, and then pinch each of them really, really hard to see if they still have nerve endings. I’d rather swallow my own toenails. Remember that time Juno made me swallow my own toenails? You were there for that, weren’t you? So be a hive-minded pal and help me stay on the DL. This one already threatened to tattle if I didn’t show her my good hiding spot.” He jerked his head at Lydia.
Boy Inferno blinked.
“Alright, then,” they said, and each voice sounded suspicious. But they drifted back toward the administrative area.
Lydia stared as they went. “Who are those guys?”
“Boy Inferno is a dead boy band. They didn’t have enough brains or personality to be individuals when they were a living boy band, and when their tour bus crashed, the situation got worse.”
“Yikes. And speaking of yikes, what were you saying about sandworms? Are they going to eat us?”
He waggled one hand back and forth, and started walking. “Eh. It’s probably OK. You’re alive, so they’ll leave you alone. I’m half-ghost, half-demon, which confuses them more than anything. We’ll be fine if we don’t run into a sandworm that’s pissed off or starving.” They were crossing into Saturn proper. The terrain changed from dark gravel to rolling sand dunes dotted with twisted rock formations. Wooden doors hovered here and there, from three feet off the ground to 20 stories high. There was the light and warmth of a yellow sun, but if you turned in every direction, you would never see a sun or any other stars in the royal blue sky.
“Huh. Now I kind of want to meet a sandworm...” Lydia said, looking around like one was going to pop out from behind a dune.
“Yup. That’s definitely foreshadowing.”
“So…what’s it like? Being half-demon? How does that, um, happen?”
He waved his hands to turn them into sock puppets – one red and bearing a vague resemblance to Juno, the other a grey blob and as good a representation as he’d ever had of his father. “Hello, children!” he said in a screechy voice. “Let’s talk about the occult birds and bees. When a demon woman tolerates a living human male very much…”
She shoved him. “I know that, gross! I’m ace, but not completely ignorant. I just wondered if you were ever alive.”
He put his hands back to normal. “Uh-huh. I was alive. Looooong time ago, though. Long enough that we didn’t pay much attention to what year it was, and only bathed twice a lifetime, and drank beer instead of water. Hm. Or maybe that was all just me. Anyway, Juno only had me to see what would happen if you mixed demon magic with ghost abilities. Turns out, you get yours truly. She hated the result, and I never got any little siblings to chase around. But it’s fine with the just the two of us; my mom has this sweet thing she says to me every day: ‘I wish you had never been born.’ I think it’s a Swedish pet name.”
“How did you die?” Lydia asked.
“I asked a bunch of annoying questions that weren’t any of my business and someone stabbed me.”
“Ha ha,” she deadpanned. “How far is it, anyway?” she asked, shading her eyes. “I don’t see anything…”
“Distance doesn’t really work like that here, and we could move way, way faster if we were both dead. But it’s pretty damn far.”
She sighed.
*
He had to give Lydia Deetz this: she was a trooper. She was wearing a dress, and boots that were very much not made for walking, but she kept moving, eyes forward, not a single complaint. When her stomach growled like an angry guard dog, she held her head high and acted like she didn’t notice.
“OK, time for a break!” he said.
“No!” she said. “We have to keep going.”
“If you keep going like this, you’re going to collapse, and then you’ll die, and a sandworm will eat you, and that’s my whole day gone. Sit down.”
“I don’t need to.”
She was going to give him grey hairs, she really was. He shook one hand like he was shooing a fly, and she stumbled backwards until she sat on the closest rock.
Lydia’s eyes bugged. “What am I – what are you –?”
“You’ve never been possessed before?”
She stood back up. He waved his hand again, and she sat.
“No, keep it up,” he said. “This is fun.”
He flicked his fingers, and her expression brightened.
“Beetlejuice, you’re my role model!” she said, in a tone much more chipper than any that had ever come out of her mouth, he was sure. He released her.
Lydia’s face soured like old milk mixed with lemon juice, and she made the fingers-down-the-throat gesture. “I’ll sit for five minutes. Don’t do that again.”
“I always knew I’d make a great babysitter!” He settled on the other side of the rock. He folded his hands over his stomach, figuring he’d take a nap if she stayed quiet.
She didn’t. “My mom would love all this,” Lydia said. “Her favorite holiday was Halloween. We’d make our own haunted houses in the garage – but in the summer, when no one in the neighborhood was expecting it. She liked the weird stuff in the world. Or – she likes the weird stuff in the world. She doesn’t just avoid it, like most people do. Like my dad does. I think she’ll like you, even.”
He wanted to make a face at the idea of a well-adjusted person liking him (though it was a nice feeling, deep in his black heart), but Lydia couldn’t see him, so it would be wasted effort.
She was quiet for a while, and he thought he was free to drift off to sleep.
“Um…do you have any food?” she asked.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a handful of Zagnuts. He tossed the kid two. “Here ya go.”
“Why so many Zagnuts?” Lydia asked. “They’re good, but I didn’t think people ate these anymore.”
“It’s the only candy in the vending machines in the Netherworld.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because everything around here is at a baseline of low-grade crappiness. Haven’t you noticed?”
“Are you really supposed to spend eternity here when you die?” she asked, in a muffled way that told him she’d bitten off half a candy bar at once. “It seems like it should either be a whole lot better or a whole lot worse.”
“You aren’t supposed to spend eternity here; that’s the point,” he said. He popped a Zagnut into his mouth, and swallowed it wrapper and all. “You have to move on, eventually.”
“To what?”
“Do I look like a priest? Or a philosopher? Or a TV psychic?”
“The last one, a little. A bad one. The kind who gets tricked by reporters to help contact their dead kid, but it turns out the kid is really alive and just in the next booth over in the Denny’s.”
“Touché. The point is, nobody around here knows. You hang around the administrative area until you’re ready to go into the miserable nothingness of the Abyss, and then you swirl around in the Abyss until…I dunno, something else happens. Maybe you just stay in the Abyss forever. I don’t plan on finding out anytime soon.”
“Is that where my mom is?”
“Yup. If she didn’t come running when you first came through the door, she’s definitely gone through security. Don’t worry, though. You poke your head into the Abyss and shout her name a few times, and she’ll come right out.”
He lied easily. He always had.
“I’m just surprised she hasn’t tried to contact us,” Lydia said. “I guess she must be confused, because we moved and everything. My dad dragged me out to Connecticut, away from New York and all our friends and family, to work on this stupid gated community project he has in mind. And he took my annoying life coach with us. She’s friendly and positive, and keeps trying to make me fill out a star chart. I don’t know why he thinks she’s helping me. It’s not like there aren’t actual therapists in Connecticut. I don’t get it.”
He chewed another Zagnut for a beat, waiting to see if she was making a joke. Then he broke the news. “Your dad is boinking the life coach.”
“What?!” she said. She whirled around the rock to sit right next to him. “How can you know that?”
“Um, because I’m an adult with a brain.” He grabbed the top of his head and lifted his skull to show his grey matter.
“He isn’t…Dad’s not…” She slumped. “He’s totally sleeping with her.”
“Totally,” he agreed.
“How could he do that? Mom’s only been dead a few months. Well…when he sees Mom – if he just talks to her again – he’ll understand what an ass he’s been.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, non-committedly.
“How much farther do we have?” she asked.
“Long enough to aaaaaaalmost make you give up and collapse in despair.”
She groaned.
For a second, he thought her groan was superhumanly long and loud, and he prepared to be impressed. Then he noticed the ground was shaking.
“Looks like it’s our unlucky day!” he said. “Run!”
They both got to their feet, and made it about five steps before the sand exploded to their left. A sandworm rose from the earth, its black-and-white stripes blurring into grey. At the peak of its jump, its inner head came out of its mouth, eyes glaring, jaw snapping.
It dove back down toward them.
He dodged one way, and Lydia dodged the other. The spray of sand blocked out everything, and when it all cleared, the sandworm had risen from the ground again, undulating in and out of the dunes. Lydia stood in place, looking all around. But it was hard to know where to run when you were being attacked by a sandworm.
The sandworm’s chomping heads came out of the ground an arm’s length from Lydia. She yelled, and punched it in the closest eye.
The heads hissed and thrashed, knocking Lydia down. The sandworm dove down, and the sand around them whirled and roiled, until he felt like he was standing in boiling dirt.
When the sandworm rose again, it accidentally scooped up Lydia. She showed a little more survival instinct than she had before, and clung to the sandworm’s back.
“Knock it off!” he heard her say. She nudged the sandworm with her left boot, and the sandworm turned to the right. But it had had enough of its passenger, and whipped its body to throw Lydia like a beanbag.
She shrieked as she fell through the air. He stretched his legs, about 20 feet, and caught her.
As he dragged her back to the ground, he braced himself for another attack by the sandworm. Maybe if he transformed into something big and scary, showed some lionfish spines or extra limbs, the worm would leave them alone. Getting swallowed would be no good. Not only did he usually try to avoid getting eaten, but sandworms’ digested prey just wound up back in processing…after a wait of at least a decade or so.
The sandworm jumped over their heads, dove into the ground, and kept going. Its writhing body upset every dune it plowed through, but it didn’t double back.
He wasn’t going to look a gift worm in the mouth.
“And don’t come back!” he yelled. “G’on, git! Git!”
Lydia jumped out of his arms. “That was awesome! I thought I was going to die, but it was awesome.”
He was more tired than he’d been in a while. He was tired like Juno had been screaming at him for hours. Also, there was a lot of sand in his shoes. “You did OK But why the hell did you try to punch it in the face?”
She didn’t look ashamed in the slightest. “I thought it would be like avoiding a shark attack. That’s what the Discovery guy said during Shark Week: punch the shark hard in the eye so it leaves you alone.”
“Since when has punching something made it leave you alone?” he asked. “That has never worked when I’ve tried it with people.”
“Because then the shark – or the sandworm – thinks you’re too much of a threat and it ignores you. I made it go away, didn’t I?’
“I seriously doubt you’re what made it leave, Karate Kid. If a sandworm had its multiple hearts set on eating us, it would take more than your mechanical bull riding skills to dissuade it. I don’t know – I’m not so sure it was all that interested in us.”
“If it wasn’t going for us, why did it come over here?”
“I said I don’t know! I’m not a sandworm scientist.”
“Your hair is changing color,” she said, pointing at his head.
“Can you blame me? I’m pretty pissed off right now.”
She brightened. “It changes color with your mood?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I touch it?”
He grunted, and tilted his head. She patted some strands on the right side of his head, which were dark green at the tips, but probably working their way to red. The cocoon the caterpillar had made behind his ear popped open, and a death’s-head hawkmoth shot into the air and planted itself on Lydia’s nose.
“Augh!” she yelped, and fell right on her ass. He doubled over laughing while she tried to get back up with dignity.
“You’ve taken things too far this time, Beetlejuice!”
Once, just once, he’d like to go 48 hours without hearing those words shouted at him.
He turned to see Miss Argentina stomping up a sand dune, clipboard in hand, sash askew, which meant she was really really really upset.
“What have I done this time?” he asked, resigned.
“What have you done this time?” Miss Argentina pointed at Lydia. “Let’s start with child endangerment! And the fact that your disappearance has about given Juno apoplexy.”
“Ah, she loves me.”
“No! She just knows that if she hasn’t heard from you in twelve hours, it means you’re up to something! And that means the rest of us suffer! I’m just glad she gave me clearance to go to Saturn to look for your sorry, sagging ass, so at least I was able shoo a sandworm away from some newlydeads. I have a sneaking suspicion you bear some responsibility for that, too?”
“OK, that is both not fair and completely true,” he said. “And I’ll have you know I’m doing a good deed. I’m guiding this one around the Netherworld.” He jerked his head at Lydia.
“And why, in the name of all that is sacred, would you consider that a good idea?”
“Um…” He faltered. He may have been able to fudge a few details with Lydia, but Miss Argentina had been around long enough to know how the Abyss worked.
“Newlydeads…” Lydia said. “That must have been what attracted the sandworm. It wasn’t coming for us after all.”
“Why did you drag newlydeads with you?” he asked, happy to change the subject. “What, did you need help shouting at me? Anger backup singers?”
“Of course not.” Miss Argentina frowned. “But – that’s a good idea.” She clicked her pen, and scribbled on her clipboard. “I am actually writing that down. If Boy Inferno is free…”
“Excuse me!” came a woman’s voice from the bottom on the dune. “I’m so sorry – could you wait just a minute?”
“It’s very hard to walk on sand!” came a sexy, nasal male voice from the same direction.
“These newlydeads have a problem, you see,” said Miss Argentina, her voice icy. But something was wrong – she wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was fixed on Lydia. “Apparently, a living person used their Handbook without permission.”
Lydia became interested in the horizon. “Huh. That’s weird.”
Miss Argentina jabbed a finger in Lydia’s face. “Oh, don’t even try that on me, living girl. I am not in the mood today.”
“Whoof! We made it.” The newlydead couple crested the dune…and he was smitten.
The woman was white, a pretty blonde, in a green wrap dress and suburban-mom-at-the-nice-grocery-store boots. Her companion was a beautiful Desi man, with light brown skin and a lock of black hair hanging over his forehead that he immediately wanted to run his fingers through.
“Oooooh…” he said. “Hello, sexy…”
Lydia looked at him with a scientific expression. “Which one?”
“The Trader Joe’s guardian angels over here. Not that Miss A isn’t pretty easy on the eyes herself, but she’s a friend of Ellen, know what I mean? A patron of U-Haul. An adopter of shelter cats. Wrong tree, is what I’m saying. But she loves me platonically.”
“She doesn’t,” Miss Argentina said.
The couple pushed past him and bent over Lydia.
“Oh, thank goodness!” the woman said.
“Lydia!” said the man. “I’m so glad we found you. We were worried sick!”
“Adam, Barbara?” Lydia said. “What…what are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to go to the Netherworld.”
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card!
(Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. Green deltas are for requested prompts, which is none rn, as my inbox is empty.)
Sleep deprivation, written by someone who doesn't like being sleep-deprived.
This was a request I didn't expect to get, considering it's been literal months since I've gotten one (and longer since I've actually delivered on one... Sorry again, Hubert anon). Thanks for it, Nonnie! I hope you like what I'm delivering haha.
We're in the last 5th of the card, which is insane considering it took me a year to complete my first. I've recently gone back to it because wowie kazoowie it's fandom frenzy season again and SwSh has hit full-force with "I want to see more whump of these characters and I'm sure as hell gonna provide it". Nonie's alternatives made me wanna write stuff about Milo now, ah.
As to the story itself, I decided to make it kinda angsty because what's the point of writing Bede if it ain't to write angst about this guy being abandoned twice and a half? It's a slight canon divergence on what actually happened, but y'know, fanfiction has this cool thing that is "ignoring canon if it starts being inconvenient to me".
Also there's Opal because I love this fairy grandma with an obsession for pink and not wanting to be told she's 88-year-old. Hell yeah.
-----------
Journey Without a Destination
Summary: Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing to see when you are on a journey with no end.
Without a point to his life and without a place to stay, Bede journeys day and night, finding some sort of refuge from himself in a forced spell of insomnia.
Fandom: Pokémon Sword & Shield (spoilers for up to the 6th Gym, slight canon divergence)
Wordcount: 1.6K words
Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo
AO3 version available here.
-------
Keep going, keep going, for there’s nothing to see here.
Pointlessly wandering around the Wild Area, he has nowhere to go and nothing better to do than train and train until something happens or the sweet release of death arrives. There’s nobody for him to get back to, nothing for him to do, and no objective left for him to fulfil. Simply put, he’s stranded, alone with himself, with no Wishing Stars to collect and no Gym Challenge to complete now that he’s been stripped down from his endorsement and thrown away like mere garbage.
Nothing tastes the same, now. There is no pleasure in training when he knows he won’t be able to enter a stadium ever again, no spice to finding new creatures and see if they possibly match his team’s theme. There’s absolutely nothing but bitterness on his mind and salt to be spilled over the wounds he can’t be bothered to patch up, since there’s also no point in railing himself back up again.
And he supposes that’s his fault, in the end.
It’d be easier to blame Gloria and all of her little friends; but as much as he’d like to believe that, it’s not the case and he knows it. She happened to be there, her and that redhaired pigtail woman that’s apparently making research on… whatever she’s making a research on. Thing is, Gloria wasn’t the one who went to get the Chairman, wasn’t the one who called on him: she was merely standing there, contemplating whatever ugly doodle some kid had left on that crumbling wall. That somehow upsets him even more.
There’s also very much no point to mentally ramble about that now. What’s done is done: he’s been disowned, left to rot, with nowhere to go and nothing to accomplish. He’s, by all means, useless and nothing more than a waste of oxygen and resources; and yet he can’t bring himself to just vanish. It’s like he wants to suffer just because disappearing now would make the people who betrayed him right and his only wish, right now, is to either get back at them or regain their trust. He’s not sure whether or not he’d even get affection back (or if he even got “affection” in the first place back there. Not like he’s had much of a model to base himself off).
So, he’s been walking around, avoiding human interaction, with his sole source of social anything being his party. At least, as long as they’re his Pokemon, they won’t abandon him, right? Yeah. They’re always going to be together, between a rock and a hard place. Too bad they don’t seem to be able to tell him about their opinion on the matters at hand, because their telepathic abilities haven’t developed enough yet for that as far as he knows. Man, he wishes he’d be able to talk to them and get an answer instead of just throwing move names at them when he has to fight against the wild population and the couple Trainers dumb enough to fight him.
He still wrecks through their teams, but it has none of the flavour it used to have, and it ultimately only buys him some more money to spend on whatever he needs to continue fighting. Fighting for what other than futureless survival, he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know.
As such he’s been walking for days and days, seeing the same stones and weeds all the time, unaware of how long has actually gone buy. He has no ingredients to make curry for his team or himself, resorting to eating whatever he can manage to get his hands on, never settling camps because staying immobile means possibly dying out without having been able to avenge himself. If he stops, he may never resume his journey without a destination; so he never stops, always tries to keep himself busy, even if it means having as sole distractions his own breathing, the faraway cries from the creatures inhabiting the land and whatever the weather decides to throw at him while his team rests. Can’t fight for your life if you have nobody to fight alongside with.
(Pokemon are the only living beings that haven’t left him anyway).
He’s tired. His feet hurt as soon as he takes a step forward or backward, tired of being pushed around when they have nowhere to go and nowhere to rest at. His hands hurt from the cold and almost-frostbite he develops when he crosses across the snowy areas, when he has to gather the balls of his fainted partners whenever he gets assaulted by something bigger than any of them are, tired of having to move and hold things when none of them have meaning or weight to bring to the table. His head hurts from the lack of rest and the tears he can’t always keep to himself, upsetting the Pokemon who haven’t fainted just yet.
Yet, even if he piles on fatigue like he’d put on clothes during the harsh winters, he refuses to sleep. It’d be letting his guard down from dangers coming from both the outside and the inside. It’d be being vulnerable during the downtimes in his tent to vandals and thieves, and during his sleep to nightmares about what’s to come and what could have been, what should have been. He doesn’t want to cry himself back to sleep when he could just ignore it all and simply walk.
Life is simpler when you just walk, walk, walk all day and all night long so he tells himself the same song over and over again.
Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing to see when you are on a journey with no end.
But, like everything, even he ends up abandoning himself and his feeble principles: before he realizes it, he’s heading to Hammerlocke yet again, feet heavy and eyelids heavier. His eyes have stung for the past day and night with sand, snow and exhaustion, his legs barely move anymore, his balance has been destroyed and buried. The voices in his head most likely don’t exist outside of it, plaguing his thoughts with things he didn’t need to hear.
His thoughts are too cloudy for him to even function properly anymore. He can’t remember how he got there, or why, even less what’s the point of it all. He doesn’t know which day of the week it is, or even which month. Climbing the stairs is painful and drains too much out of his energy, but he then remembers his party is almost fainted and he’s out of items to nurse them back to health, so he has to get up there and do something about it…
He wants to fall asleep right here and there, on the steps, but he can’t.
Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing to see in the depths of a desperate soul in search for something it cannot find again.
He has to continue. For what, for who, how and why, all of that doesn’t matter anymore; he just needs to keep going. To keep going and never stop to think ever again.
He supposes the lack of sleep starts getting to him when he can’t focus his eyes on anything in front of him, vision swimming and eyes bleary from the endeavour they’ve gone through until now. There may not be any torrential rain, sandstorms nor snowfalls in Hammerlocke, but there is the blinding sun that gives him a lethal headache and blinds him enough for him not to be able to tell where he’s setting foot anymore.
It’s no wonder he doesn’t manage to rise back up when he eventually tumbles, loses what’s left of his sense of balance and falls to the ground, scrapping his palms and knees, hitting his chin on the pavement, before everything turns fuzzy and dark. Maybe his destination-less journey has finally hit a stop, a halt, or perhaps its actual end. Maybe he doesn’t have to keep walking, keep moving, with no energy and no determination aside from basic survival and vague plans of revenge he doesn’t quite know who to target at.
Maybe that, now that he’s tired enough, he won’t see how much of a failure he’s been in his sleep.
Keep going, keep going, for there is nothing left else to do for a soul whose purpose has been robbed from it…
----------------------------
Opal immediately gets surprised when, while in Hammerlocke for absolutely unrelated reasons, she finds an unconscious boy lying not far away from the stairs to the Wild Area. Aside from his pinks and purples, and his unlikely enchanted-looking hair, he looks less than stellar, weakened by the weather and the exhaustion that must be eating away at his bones, judging from the deep rings under his eyes and the feverish hue plastered over the bridge of his nose. She’s seen him somewhere before, she’s certain of it; but all she can remember from that is a sense of betrayal and a feeling of cold-hearted abandonment, so she walks up to him.
“Oh, such a fairy-like young man…”
How is an old lady like her supposed to let such a poor boy, moreover one who could become her successor, in such a dire situation? He seems to have gotten himself in quite a lot of troubles, even more than those she has heard about from the other Leaders and information broadcast in her theatre. It’d be too cruel to let him in the open like that. She has to at least get to know him, to discover if he is her true successor.
For now, thinking of the near future has little to no point, she’s better off calling for help before the boy suffers from hypothermia in the harsh winter sunny winds of Galar. Perhaps she can give him what he doesn’t seem to have anymore…
Keep going, keep going; for there is a purpose to everyone in this world, a purpose you have yet to find for yourself, waiting for you at the end of the seemingly endless journey.
#pokemon#pokemon swsh#pokemon bede#bede swsh#sleep deprivation#light angst#bad things happen bingo#bthb 2
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Inchworm
[Elliott Witt-Centric Fic]
AO3 Link: here
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: Sad feels?
(A/N): That tweet about Elliott piano playing for his mom? Yeeeah, I had to write something because the song on the piano is so sad and slow.
Song link for your listening pleasure: here
Summary: A song can hold a lot of different meanings to people, and this song just means safety to Elliott.
Two and two are four
For as long as he could remember, his mother always sang him to sleep from a nightmare. Elliott could recall waking up from a dream when he was young, maybe four or five, and having his beautiful mother rush into his room. He was crying, great heaving sobs shaking his body as he babbled through an explanation about a monster coming to get him when his mother swept him into her arms.
Evelyn Witt had sung him to sleep, fingers gently combing through his curls as Elliott tucked against her neck and fell asleep to the soothing voice of his favourite person in the whole wide world.
Four and four are eight
When Elliott was eight, he got hurt really bad. It was an accident, his brothers had gotten stuck with babysitting duty, and the youngest Witt was a mischievous kid. He’d snuck into his mom’s workshop in the garage, a place meant to be locked, but some days she forgot to, and this was one.
Elliott had tried to grab something from the tall metal work table, chubby little fingers tugging at the overhanging rag his mother used to wipe off parts she worked with and managed to pull it down.
He also yanked down the array of heavy metal tools laid on top of it, one of the sharper edges of a tool smashing across the bridge of his nose and slicing it open.
He’d fallen backward and screamed, feeling his wet and warm tears mingle with the blood pouring down his small rounded face and alerting his brothers to where he was. Emmett had been the one to get there first, seeing Elliott curled up on the concrete floor sobbing and sweeping him up into his arms with a bark at the other two to call their mom.
The drive to the hospital was a blur, Elliott sobbing about being sorry and having to be sat on his brother Everitt’s lap even though he was too old to be doing that.
They’d gotten him seen right away; the little boy terrified that he was going to be in trouble for getting into his mom’s workshop when he knew he wasn’t supposed to. Except as soon as his mom saw him, she rushed over, smelling strongly of burning steel and the soft undercurrents of cinnamon as she drew Elliott into a tear-filled hug.
He’d needed to get stitches, Elliott recalling how he’d been held on his mother’s lap because he asked while the doctors came at him with needles and scary instruments. His mother had laid a hand over his eyes, whispering it wouldn’t hurt and how he shouldn’t look before she’d begun to sing.
Emmett had sung along too, Elliott relaxing into his mother’s arms as he cried a little but focused on the voices blending together and making him feel safe.
Eight and eight are sixteen
When Elliott was sixteen, his brothers died.
He’d answered the door to uniformed men looking solemn, asking very politely if his mother was home and Elliott had known then that something was very wrong. It was like having a boulder push up from your stomach to your throat, Elliott could barely breathe past the lump there as he panicked and called for his mother.
As soon as Evelyn poked her head around the corner, she knew, oil smudged face crumpling as she saw the two men stood at her door, and Elliott had managed to take two steps forward in a bid to get into the safety of her arms when they spoke behind him.
They were very sorry about their loss.
The officials kept talking then, speaking of how the three men in their service had gone MIA on a mission. They spoke of their sympathy and how truly sorry they felt, but all of that fell on deaf ears as Elliott felt his world-shattering. His mother had joined him on the ground at some point, Elliott not even remembering how he got there, the two knelt there caught in the unrelenting waves of grief that seemed to drown them with every passing moment long after the men had left.
Three lives had been taken, in an instant. Elliott had seen his brothers as invincible; they were all so young. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair. Elijah was never going to marry his girlfriend and have that baby they wanted, and Emmett would never be a doctor. Everett wasn’t ever going to finish the bike he had sitting in the garage, and Elliott felt that like a tear in his heart. His brothers, the men who had taught him so much, were all dead.
Eventually, they got up, zombie-like in their mourning as the two climbed onto his mother’s bed to cry some more. Elliott wasn’t sure who started it, but sure as rain the soft sound of the lullaby his mother had sung to all the boys when they were feeling unwell sounded.
It was a duet, it had always been, and Elliott hadn’t realized it until he was older, and his mom taught him the song on the piano. It was the only song he knew, and the two of them sang it to one another between the tears.
Elliott wished he’d known how often he would sing it later on in his life.
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two
On his thirty-second birthday, Elliott did as he usually did, woke up early to eat breakfast alone in his small one-bedroom apartment before heading out. The care home nurse smiled when Elliott came by, waving him toward his mother's room with a comment that she was fairing well today but had not gotten much sleep.
It was a better day then.
Elliott rapped on the door sharply before letting himself in, smiling at the sight of his mother sitting on her bed with her hair braided to one side and staring out of the window. She barely reacted to his presence, just watching the birds outside as Elliott took his usual spot at her bedside table.
"Hey ma, you're looking extra beautiful today." Elliott greeted, lips curved up into a soft smile even as he was ignored. The steady drip of her IV was the only sound in the room for a while, Evelyn had been refusing to eat and drink, so they'd had to hook her up to a few things to remedy that. Elliott reached for her hand, feeling how cold it was and quickly stood to tuck a blanket around her.
Evelyn didn't even flinch.
"It's my birthday today, by the way. I know you sometimes forget it, but I thought maybe we could have some cake?" His mother doesn't respond, staring blankly outside the window and Elliott goes back to holding her hand in his. She's still cold, the doctor said giving her IVs for fluid would make it so, and despite the room being so warm, it doesn't help.
She used to reply when her sickness wasn't as bad. Some days they would have whole conversations, Elliott telling her about everything he could and watching as recognition flared in those hazel eyes. Then she slowly forgot more and more, asking him mundane questions over and over in the span of a few minutes, and sometimes she didn't even recognize him anymore. Now she kind of just sat there, coming in and out of her state, but those moments were few and far between.
Elliott still talked though, he told her about his day and what he had for breakfast. He spoke about funny bar stories that happened when he worked, talked about his training that was happening during the offseason of Apex.
He lied and talked about huge birthday plans tonight, saying that so many of his friends had planned something and tried to keep it a secret. He didn't mention he was going to go home after this, eat dinner by himself and go to sleep after he went to the gym.
No one had wished him a happy birthday.
When "lunch" arrives, the nurses bring in the cake Elliott had paid to have sent, two small pieces of chocolate sitting on thin paper plates with plastic forks. Evelyn doesn't react when they set up her actual lunch, the bag of artificial nutrition discreetly tucked away and leading to a tube that had gotten surgically inserted in her stomach. Elliott remains quiet when the care home workers do their job, waiting until the door is closed behind them before he perks up again.
"Hey, our cake is here! I'm not allowed a candle or anything because of oxygen or something, but we can pretend, and I'll make a wish." Elliott says brightly, tucking his chair closer to his mother as he moves the table hanging over her bed closer and starts singing happy birthday to himself. He makes it halfway through the song, voice cracking when the first few tears roll over his cheeks.
"...t-t-to me. Make a wish." Elliott rasps, shoulders shaking with the effort it takes not to just full-on sob as he holds his mother's hand. He pretends to blow out a candle, eyes slipping closed as he whispers the wish. "I wish you weren't sick anymore."
She doesn't react, and Elliott has to press his face against the bed in an attempt to compose himself. His mother needed him to be strong, he was her only living son. All they had were each other, and as badly as Elliott wanted just to curl up and cry, he couldn't. Not when she needed him.
"Inchworm, inchworm. Measuring the marigolds," A voice sounds softly, harsh from disuse but ringing clear in what was a deafening silence. Elliott jerks his head up, tears running down his face as his mother looks out the window but she sings. "You and your arithmetic, you'll probably go far."
He sobs openly then, hearing her voice for the first time in months, and Elliott breaks down. He shudders, trying to stifle his crying against the crisp white sheets of her bed and a small, frail hand presses to his head, resting there as his mother sings their song to him for the last time.
His final birthday present, before she was gone.
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
She-Ra and the Princesses of Power S01E03 - Razz
Uhm. Maybe “Razz” is a name? It could be the name of that buff woman in the opening. Other than that, I have no idea what the title could be about. There are a lot of things that could happen though, how is Adora going to be received? How is Catra going to explain what happened to Shadow Weaver? How's the horde going to react? Lots of questions so, let's do this!
Wait, wait, wait, where is the awesome opening song? You can't do this to me, She-Ra! You can't introduce a song I haven't been able to stop listening and just take it away like that!
Glimmer may be the one riding that horse but it's 100% Adora's. It _looks_ like she's leading the horse but she's just making sure no one steals it.
"MY HORSE"
This show has an incredible handle of comedic timing.
oh my god
you bet your life I'm singing along
So, is crab lady Razz?
How do they recharge? Is it just about sleeping in the right place, or is it more involved than that?
Huh. I don't remember her name being mentioned in the subtitles before. Angella sure follows the "name as transparent about its meaning as possible" rule.
Is this entire cartoon about teaching kids to charge their mobile phones before leaving home?
Narrator: She won't.
So... would Glimmer just die if she doesn't recharge? Are they bound to their charging stations like an old laptop?
Voice director: Think of a balloon deflating. Embody the ballon. BE THE BALLON, ADORA.
Also, well, that makes sense. Isn't the horde winning the war? At least that's what I remember, considering Shadow Weaver implied that one decisive attack (with Adora in charge) would be enough, but maybe she was lying.
1. This is hilarious.
2. I remember thinking that Glimmer knew something about "She-Ra," would transforming be enough to convince everyone that Adora is indeed on their side now if it's a known legend?
Makes sense.
So it _is_ like the Avatar state!
That's what I've been doing since I watched last episode.
"MY HORSE!"
This is just a love story between a girl and her horse, everything else is just incidental.
I'm sure this is going to turn out _fine_. What's wrong with a disguised horde soldier armed with a giant sword trying to steal horses anyway.
Imagine those beady eyes judging you and your entire life. "You're never going to be enough," he's neighs in my nightmares.
That's _definitely_ not her normal voice.
Welp. Can't believe She-Ra ended this way. Maybe Glimmer can now become She-Ra? There _are_ a lot of episodes left somehow
Exact same energy as this
So... the horse is She-Ra now.
I think this is the first time I see a magical pet being very not okay at being a magical pet.
If she transforms to catch her horse it's really going to solidify that the show is about Adora and her horse.
Welp. Time to make a killing selling pitchforks and torches.
"And my job here is gone, toodles"
And meanwhile Bow and Glimmer are outside the room wondering what's taking so long.
So, why is Angella the only one with an English accent? Is it just because of the VA or does it mean something in-show? Hm.
Aw, c'mon subtitles. She fled "with the help of a winged beast," that's important!
I like that the Queen instantly knew to blame the kids. Maybe how much dumb stuff they have done through the years.
Oh, they were there. Nice touch with that raptor helping his teammate. Just a team on the wrong side of the war.
Welp, direct hit to Catra's insecurities.
Oof.
What an interesting dynamic. I thought Catra would just be angry and feeling betrayed (and she is) but I didn't realize her team would also be a problem.
For some reason she looks like she's from a completely different show and was been rotoscoped into this one.
...I really thought Razz would be the horse.
Huh. So she can see the past and Mara was the previous holder? Maybe Adora's mom?
I thought the "First Ones" were incredibly old, how does Razz know about that kind of thing? Is she the last "First One," still alive somehow?
Is Adora a reincarnation? Hm.
IS SHE SUPERMAN
My heart. It's too early for this.
Exactly what Glimmer was angry about. I like the idea of the new generation being the one pushing towards a more active way of thinking, to protect those left behind.
That's just standard main character procedure when lost.
I thought the light may mean the sword had finished charging but maybe it reacted to Razz? Or the Horde? Hm.
And she really is going to transform to help her horse.
I just realized what was going on with Ma-Ra.
No one has looked more fabulous while possibly murdering a child soldier.
Okay then, that was informative. She-Ra has limits in what she can take and she only seems able to transform to protect people (or horses.)
Can't believe Razz named Adora's horse, that's like against the law or something.
Holy crap that stare from Swift Wind.
"Just follow the moths"
The intense dead stare has to be intentional, right? It's killing me.
Zero emotion whatsover. It's too early to tell but I think that horse is a sociopath.
I'm not sure if it's because everyone else is really expressive or if it's a directorial decision to make limit her range but Angella's voice is probably the one I like the least so far.
Okay, she can transform to protect people and horses and to make absolutely striking entrances.
I wasn't absolutely sure before but She-Ra really is like a foot taller than Adora.
That didn't work out great for the last group that had a prophecy about someone bringing balance ~~to the force~~.
The subtitles omitting "vouch" makes it sound like Glimmer needs to promise to clean the litter box before Adora is welcomed.
"uhm, I'm actually adora now?"
Aww.
I _love_ that they keep giving depth to Catra. She already had a couple of valid reasons to be angry and to make her attacking Adora not feel like it was coming out of nowhere, but they keep building her up. Maybe she doesn't like Shadow Weaver but she just received validation from the most powerful being in the Horde.
---
Another great episode. It's all still mostly set-up for the world, but the characters are so charming and the writers are doing such a good job at keeping the pace that I can't complain.
I'm not sure how to feel about Razz. Including a weird, old lady that knows more than she's telling as moral support/compass is not... unexpected, but I'm worried about what her existence does to the story. I bet Razz knows most of the answers to the current and future mysteries of the show but with the way her character is written I'd also bet that no one is ever going to ask her until it's too late. It's not an uncommon trope but it can be frustrating if it's not handled well.
Other than that slight worry about the future, this episode had a lot of interesting lore and world-building drops.
Who's Mara? (Was it actually Ma-Ra?) Was she Adora's mom? If that's the case, how would that work with the flashback being what I assume was Adora's crash into Etheria?
The flashback has
Light Hope, which could be either from the past or from her touching the sword
A quick zoom to a planet (Etheria?) which could be a spaceship crashing into it
Bright Moon, which looks _exactly_ like it currently does. So, either Bright Moon hasn't changed in... how old is Adora again? Or the vision is not exactly a flashback.
Something crashing into the desert. I thought it was a meteorite or something similar, a disaster to avoid, but it probably was Adora crashing into Etheria. Was it there where Shadow Weaver found her?
A temple, which seems to be where Adora and Razz went picking berries but many years in the past.
A portal, in a place with crystals growing out the ground.
A baby looking out... a pod? To a planet that looks a lot like Etheria. Especially considering there's another moon in the sky.
So the timeline would be: Adora is born in that moon, something happened (the portal?) and to help her survive she's sent to Etheria, her crashed spaceship being found by Shadow Weaver who "adopts" her into the Horde. This doesn't explain the Temple or Bright Moon but it's something.
Another alternative would be that the flashbacks are not Adora's, but someone else's. Maybe Mara? And Adora is getting them because of the sword. This would explain how Razz knows Mara, since if Adora was the one who escaped the moon, how would Razz know her predecessor?
For a second I thought about a third alternative: "maybe the Adora finding the sword is an accident, Adora really was born into the Horde and her past is not really a mystery, she gained her destiny only after touching the sword," _but_ I checked the previous episodes and Light Hope calls her by her name so I kinda doubt that's the path they are going to take.
So, Adora was special from the start. We just don't know how yet. She either escaped a doomed moon(?) or maybe she's the child of whoever escaped the doomed moon. In any case I'm intrigued.
But, I'm more intrigued by Catra. No matter the mysteries behind Adora's past, she's the hero of the story. She may waver or doubt herself but there won't be any radical changes in her path. But Catra... Catra can do and be anything.
"Brave, loyal but afraid" is how Razz described Adora, but that description fits Catra just as well. She may be _really_ afraid of the Horde considering she chose to stay with them instead of going with Adora, and she may be feeling incredibly betrayed by her best friend and almost sister but even then she refused to tell them where and what Adora is now. But after a life of being in the shadow of Adora (because Shadow Weaver obviously prefers her) there's finally someone that believes in her, enough to make her Force Captain. It's a great origin story and there's so much potential in her character and where it could go that I hope it doesn't stop here.
Some unrelated final questions:
Angella never addressed Adora by her name. That's... worrying. Is she just using her to have She-Ra?
Something that has been nagging me since they revealed that the princesses charge by sleeping under a magic light: What happens if Bright Moon is destroyed? Do they all die after they run out of charge? They have been putting a lot of emphasis in the limits of their magic and how it works so it really feels like it'll be a problem.
I think that's all, until next time!
34 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
fuckyeahpipesofpan
Pipes of Pan
gncrevan
where all my limbs can become trees
tailorsanonymous
Hi. I'm Avery and I'm a Hartwinholic.
eldrichthingy
the ancient. the land.
amethystina
Amethystina