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Apeiron's Numerical Categorization
All screenshots are from Villenthessis on Youtube and all web event results are from me and the members of Reverse 1999 server
Ahem! So I wanna try something new today, and it's about how the Apeiron's categorizes arcanists and humans with numerical meanings with the help of lorechat members. This was explained by 37. Remember, these categorization are not determined by one's lineage. Let's go read, shall we?
"Integers are living example of virtues."
I'm guessing Integers are categorized for arcanists that possesses great knowledge or seen as someone who you can look up to as an example. Sonetto, Vertin, and APPLe are the examples of this.
"You are well-behaved, proactive, have excellent morals, and work hard to expand your set"
2. "Fractions can be understood through specific means."
This one line really piqued my interest because Lilya and Ms. Radio are categorized as Fractions. I was enlightened that you have to have a way of thinking to truly understand why Fractions act the way they are! No wonder Lilya has never been bothered by Abraxases or are ignored by the Apeirons while she wanders around.
"You are internally stable, confident, skilled in everything, and have your own set of behavioral logic"
3. "Irrational numbers are free spirits,"
Like it said, Irrational numbers are free spirits. They follow their own rules and most likely stubborn. Regulus is the only prime example of this because she broke 2 rules in the main story and got fucking wiped. Poor girl haha! XD
"You are spontaneous, free and "untraceable", with an unruly heart that follows its own rules."
4. "while imaginary numbers are the existence which doesn't belong to this dimension of the number axis."
So, to put it simply, imaginary numbers are just ordinary people. Humans. They don't care about us. That's it. :P
Ahh... It's been a while I ramble something more "productive", let's say haha! It's thanks to the lorechat members of the server I'm able to make this post. You wanna join the server? then go to #1999-story-spoiler when you're verified!
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#reverse: 1999#reverse 1999#reverse 1999 lore#r1999#wow this got long#but i dont mind cuz it's a very interesting to analyze#also cant wait to see yall in the server!
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Sometimes self care is rewatching Dune (2021) and going on and on about ‘the symbolism of this or that’ or how ‘something here is a nod to the sequels’ or ‘look how the casting characterizes the house atreides’ or ‘the music here is phenomenal, it foreshadows gurney’s fate later on’ or ‘I think the difference in the vocalizing in the soundtrack here is deliberate’ until whoever you’re watching it with is ready to commit murder to shut you up.
But it’s just so phenomenal that you can watch it and catch new things each time, the visual and auditory storytelling in the background gives you so much! All these little things that go unnoticed until you see and want to jump out of your seat at them, let’s talk about that.
Let’s talk about how Jessica is always hooded when her scenes are associated with her Bene Gesserit powers and upbringing, how you can literally watch her out her hood down or up mid scene as she transitions from mother and concubine to an obedient disciple, how it foreshadows her struggle in the books all the way through Children of Dune.
Let’s talk about how well done the foreshadowing of the jihad is, how even this early on we can see the start of what is integral to Paul’s conflict in Messiah, how that feeling of helplessness about a destiny he doesn’t want will keep him frozen and unable to stop what’s in motion, how Messiah is such an incredible book because it ties into the dystopian trope wherein revolutionaries become like those they once revolted against, but how it’s so much more fascinating than some of the ways we see it in modern dystopias, because it’s the main characters who are following the pattern, not just watching in horror as those they fought with change for the worse, but actually experiencing it, horrified at what they’ve done and what they will continue to do, frozen and so unable or unwilling to do what needs to be done to stop it, how the movie is still in the stage where they are noble and valiant, but it makes sure to show the dread of what it coming, how it does such a good job of showing the burden of foresight that is so integral to Dune, the way that even as they see the future and can attempt to change it, they know that no matter their decisions, horrible things will come, how it shows Paul as scared hating the power he was given and blaming his mother and her aspirations, how the atreides family never wanted to be great, they wanted to be good, how Paul is coming to see that great and good cannot always coexist, how you look at this boy and you can genuinely see how he will become the man saying ‘Believers, all of them’ how Dune is such a hard story to get right because you watch someone devolve and stand by why horrible things are done without seeing him as a terrible person from the start, without the boy and the man seeming irreconcilable from one another, how the movie actually is on the right track even though the end result is unpalatable to the majority of society, how they are showing the white savior trope in a way that is thus far complaint with how it is deconstructed later on, how they have the epic notes of the beginning without going in a direction that makes the ending impossible.
Let’s talk about how they cast the Atreides family as beautiful people, but not soft, not tamed to modern standards, aristocratic in their looks in such a way that you believe they have been nobility for centuries, maybe millennia, slightly untouchable, dangerous, like those in power during the Italian Renaissance, how Paul looks young but also ethereal and formal, the balance between boy and duke and messiah in his appearance, how Leto’s hair and beard make him not only regal but worn by politics, cold and formal yet fatherly all at once, how Jessica’s ghostly pale complexion nods to her Harkonnen ancestry in the books and how she is beautiful in a way that seems not entirely human, how the other members of the Atreides house are each unique and full of character, not designed to fit a palette or aesthetic, whereas the Harkonnens have an eerie similarity that shows how little they value free will, how the Harkonnens are not dramatized to emphasize their characterization but rather understated, devoid of emotion save for rare explosive moments, how they echoed this in their design, making them blank slates, taking away rather than adding, leaving them almost human, but not quite, enough to trigger that ancient animal instinct in a person that says ‘something is wrong here, something is dangerous’ rather than making them fit in with the conventions of a time period or trend as to how to look evil.
Let’s talk about the soundtrack, how the epic music playing when House Atreides lands on Arrakis is echoed as Gurney and his men charge at the Harkonnens who so greatly outnumber them, how this not only ties you emotionally to the battle, hearing this dying cry of the Atreides, more so than the music continuing to be dark and foreboding through it all, but also how it foreshadows the survival of Gurney and the small group of men with him, living to reunite with Paul later on.
Let’s talk about how throughout the soundtrack we have women vocalizing, the emphasis on the power of the Bene Gesserit and how in Leto’s death scene we diverge from this trend, how he was so powerless against all these grand plans but he still took a stand, still ended things on his own terms.
Let’s talk about how Jessica doesn’t answer when Leto asks her to protect Paul as a Bene Gesserit. Let’s talk about the bull and the matador, the symbolism there. Let’s talk about the emphasis on medieval and renaissance headdresses on the Bene Gesserit, the significance of choosing attire from a time when the Catholic Church was in the peak of its power. Let’s talk about the nods to Gurney’s music. Just, look at all this stuff in the movie that you barely even notice, the first time. All the planning that went into it, how to fit in all these little nods, how to stay true to who the characters are in the present while also beginning to show who they will become. Let’s talk about it.
Though maybe not to the people I was watching the movie with. I don’t actually have a death wish.
#dune#dune frank herbert#paul atreides#children of dune#dune messiah#lady jessica#leto atreides#dune 2021#visual storytelling#soundtracks#movie appreciation#wow this got long#that part in messiah when he says ‘believers’ hits me like a punch in the gut
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um yall
i genuinely didn’t expect glenn to get to the finals (not bc he isn’t hot, i want that man to fuck me RIGHT NOW) We’re such a small fandom compared to many of these other podcast fandoms
And I’m a small creator within our small fandom and i had NO IDEA my one silly little post would spur glenn AND nicky making it to the finals and glenn making it to the final finals. So uh thank you so damn much, ya little freaks (affectionate)
we need our boy to win this poll. Glennfuckers? UNITE!!!
#wow this got long#srsly thanks for everything#I’m quitting after this /j#dndaddies#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dungeons and dads#glenn close
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Would it be crazy to ask for Rainstripe/Frozentangle hypo-kits? Frozentangle had an unrequited crush at one point, didn’t she?
Man, imagine if FrozenRain had been canon. Would Rainstripe still be dead? I mean, probably, that feels like the Canon Event in this timeline. I guess that would mean her antagonizing of Fogtail would be more justified...
BUT ANYWAYS, THE KITS-
Snailkit is her mom made over. She always, always feels like she has something to prove, and has a huge rivalry with her brother Thistlekit. She would probably mellow out as she got older, and one day might have been a Snailstar. Warrior name would be... Snailshell.
Thistle is a grumpy little guy with a sharp tongue and big ego. He and Ivyshine would absolutely despise each other, or they would want to date. It would probably depend on the day. His warrior name would probs be something like Thistlethroat?
Storm is a timid little baby, which irritates her older siblings to death. She's scared of everything, from bugs to the borders, and the very idea of fighting makes her sick to her stomach, but so does the idea of seeing sick cats with gross wounds. She might've become a mediary, like her mom? Her name probably would have been Stormsong, or Stormshadow?
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LMK Analysis: The Circlet Scene
"I've never let anyone dictate my destiny in the past and I'm not about to start now. None of us are! We can't change who we were yesterday or in a past life or a hundred lifetimes ago. We live with the choices we've made but what matters is the choices we make right now. Only we decide who we are and what we do with the power we have!"
"Nice hero speech bud, but you know better deep in your hearts, you don't believe a word of that."
So. That happened.
The circlet is some recurring imagery in LMK, but this scene hit really, suspiciously hard.
First of all, the ink clone emphasizes the concept of "role" when speaking to Wukong, all the while removing the circlet on its head and spinning it effortlessly. The same one he could never willingly remove.
The Monkey King, when on the Journey to the West, was forcibly inserted into a role that didn't fit. Any time he made a choice to step outside that role as defined by Tripataka, he was punished harshly with the headache/torture device strapped to his head that he couldn't get off.
That's some trauma.
Just as Wukong is finishing his rallying heroic speech about choice, he is abruptly reminded that more often than not, he had no choice in the matter for what he used his power for and who he was supposed to be. Be a good little monkey who takes the verbal abuse (because according to JTTW, often no one believed his words of a demon in diguise) and take the physical abuse when you try to step outside of that role and use your power against those against you.
His destiny was dictated from the moment he had that put on, and even now he is kludged into a role he wants to escape from without much control over it at all, always having to be what other people either want or need him to be.
Sun Wukong is stuck in the role of a Hero, constantly forced into being the invincible, infallible paragon persona due to his power, giving him little choice. He tried to escape that with retirement, but it caught up with him.
So in essence, he still has a metaphorical circlet strapped to his head that he can't remove without incredible pain and suffering occurring, but also actively causes him the same thing.
The thing is? Wukong was always trying to go at it alone.
Now? He actively has friends trying to help, if only he would learn to let them in a bit more.
#lmk analysis#lmk season 4#lmk#lmk sun wukong#lego monkie kid#wow this got long#i just wanted to explore a bit of trauma that seemed interesting and then it turned into this#lmk sun wukong needs a hug#i also hope he doesn't actually still have the ACTUAL CIRCLET still on under some glamour like AGGIHLIMFH#sun wukong#lego monkie kid sun wukong
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In your opinion, If there's a situation where there is no escape and Chevalier is forced to choose who will be the one to be saved between her lover Emma and Rhodolite his country, who do you think will he choose? For me I think he'll choose Rhodolite, I mean reading his route made me feel like he treasure's Rhodolite more than Emma, It's understandable because who doesn't love their country
What an intriguing question, anon. But I have to disagree with you.
I'm going to put everything under a cut, as I will discuss his Dramatic End, so spoilers beware.
In Chevalier's Dramatic End, as they prepare to go to war, Chevalier has a conversation with Emma in his office, where he agrees to let her join them on the battlefield.
He warns her that if she comes, no one will save her. But she willingly goes anyway.
As luck would have it, Emma does get kidnapped by the enemy (how many times have we seen this?), and given Chevalier's past (who can forget Bloodstained Roses Day where he allowed 1,000 people to be killed), Emma's future looks pretty grim.
(Hey, there's Bloodstained Roses Day, mentioned once again)
Up until now, Chevalier is acting like his usual self, ready to give up one woman for the good of his country.
But it's all an act.
The next time we see Emma, she is with Flandre and his soldiers, who are very eager to spend some time with her. But who shows up at the end, cutting down everyone in his path to save Emma?
Shocked, and not expecting him, she wonders why did he come?
This is a man who worth is everything to. He doesn't even bother to use names unless they have worth (which is why only Clavis is called by name). Chevalier, the genius that he is, predicted she'd be captured by the enemy. But he wanted her close - so that he could come save Emma. Emma, the person who saw he was human. His first hug. His first kiss. His first everything.
Emma had such a great effect on him, he started to change. One of these changes was seen in Ch 19 when he went directly to the anti-war faction, and used his words rather than his sword. He invited Leon there to witness this, to see that Chevalier had changed.
If Chevalier was in a position that he had to choose Rhodolite or Emma, he'd move every mountain to avoid having to make that choice. And if anyone could do all that, it would be Chevalier.
But at the end of the day, he's picking Emma. Because by not picking her, he is reverting to the Brutal Beast. And he doesn't want to be that person anymore.
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todoroki twin swap au where twins Touya and Fuyumi were seperated right from birth after Enji and Rei got a divorce. Years later, Dabi is still an established villain where the whole LoV sees Rei as their Mother FigureTM. Fuyumi is the only daughter of pro hero Endeavor and is very annoyed about all the media running after her all in an attempt to get info about her father.
The twins meet again behind a walmart. Dabi is very pissed because their resident bird spy has been extra annoying pretty that week and his poor heart needs a break. Hence, the big bad villain is hiding in the parking lot of a walmart. There, he sees a random lady who's car has broken down, cursing so hard that even sailors would blush. He was about to look away and pretend he didn't see anything when eyes exactly like his mother is suddenly gazing at him. Oh fuck. Is the psychotic lady his female doppelganger or something? Dabi can now proudly say that even as a woman, he looks hot.
Fuyumi smacked the random creep that kinda looks like a version of his dad if he didn't eat for 2 weeks straight. And also the eyes. No one has those turquoise eyes anywhere. The two officially meet each other when they're sitting side by side eating a mcdonads sundae scone, covered in cuts and bruises. Unofficially, they met each other by fist fighting in a parking lot after Dabi insulted Fuyumi's hair color.
Anyways, random shenanigans where they switch places because it seems like fun. Fuyumi is trying to desperately get Enji and Rei back together while Dabi is doing everything in his power to make Enji forget about his mom. By matchmaking him with Hawks. (the bird says he has a thing for blue eyes. maybe they the old man and hawks can work out after all? - said dabi, the most oblivious man to exist). Fuyumi spents her entire time with the League like an extended vacation where she finally gets a break from life and absolutely crushing the most dangerous villain at mario cart. Satisfaction has never tasted sweeter.
idk how its gonna end but here's a random list of their shenanigans:
Dabi using enji's credit card to buy all the things he ever wanted in life. The old man is missing years of child support anyways. Enji is just confused why Fuyumi would need the perfume to attract birds that is being credited to his account. Maybe she's into birdwatching these days?
Fuyumi meets Rumi in the street and completely forgot about the fact that she's currently dressed as her A rank villain twin, leading to her being pinned by the rabbit hero to the wall - muscled arms choking her. Strangely, all it manages to do is make Fuyumi discover a new kink.
Hawks meets Dabi while he's dressed as Fuyumi and is immediately confused why his bird instincts are going haywire. Yes, she kinda looks like that one villain he's been simping for for months but he's a loyal bird. Why is he suddenly crushing on Endeavor's daughter? He doesn't even like girls?!?!
Fuyumi adopting Toga as her new little sister. She never had a younger sibling before, and the image of Toga with her blood splattered adorably on one side of her cheek as she recounts her new crush on the brown haired hero student is just adorable. This is hers now. Touya can go die in a ditch somewhere as long as Fuyumi gets to keep Himiko.
#wow this got long#twin swap#dabihawks#dabi x hawks#touya x keigo#fuyurumi#togachako#todoroki touya#dabi#pro hero hawks#takami keigo#todoroki rei#todoroki enji#endeavor#todoroki fuyumi#todoroki siblings#todofam#league of villains#himiko toga#bnha#mha#imagines
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Damian's Father
Damian's father is mostly recognized as Bruce Wayne- aka Batman. However I feel like it doesn't make much sense in context to Damian's character. By the time he got to Damian it didn't seem like he wanted to adopt any more kids. While I don't think Bruce hates Damian, I don't think he pays attention to him very much. He obviously loves him but by the time he got to Damian he just didn't have the energy or the time. He also didn't really like Talia and didn't want to have a son with her in the first place. So when this admittedly pretty difficult kid is randomly dumped into his already very busy life, it makes sense for this emotionally constipated man to ignore him or just not care. On top of that his ideologies don't line up with Bruce's in the beginning. People will say things like "Oh but Jason-" but Jason's ideologies lined up with Batman's for the most part before his death. When he came back Bruce was willing to overlook Jason's new morals (eventually) because he loved his son. Even then he didn't take it well and Jason compromised a lot to be let back into the family. With Damian other than the biological connection, (which we know he doesn't really care about) he has no real connection with Damian and therefore no reason to overlook his differing ideologies.
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So in light of the response to nex's murder by republicans in Oklahoma are you still going to deny that trans genocide is a legitimate fear for us?
something can be terrible without being a literal active genocide! we don't have to water down that word in order to condemn other bad things I promise!
I think that republican senator calling lgbt people "filth that no one wants here" in response to the murder of a trans identified teenager by her peers is fucking vile. downright evil. so I fully acknowledge that there are conservative politicians who absolutely & unambiguously have violent intentions, & I do agree that some of the things they say sound very much like genocidal rhetoric (the dehumanizing of whole groups of people, saying they don't belong in their state/country, trying to pass all of this demented, discriminatory legislation, etc). trans people, same sex attracted people & gnc people all need to be on the same page about this. we can be against kids being medically transitioned, call out misogyny/homophobia from the trans movement, & point out when they're being overdramatic/alarmist (such as saying they're on like, state 7 of the 10 stages of genocide) while ALSO recognizing that there's a real threat from the reactionary right against everyone who doesn't fit into their conservative utopia.
of course the problem here is that a majority of trans people have fully bought into the propaganda about the Evil Terves & thus can't comprehend that we'd ever be on their side, since they think we want them all dead & blame us for what these fascists are doing, despite the fact that conservatives despise us for very similar reasons. we are a group of women who are pro choice, anti traditionalist, anti gender roles, anti organized religion & anti patriarchy, in addition to many of us being gnc, lesbians & bisexuals. they HATE us just as much as they hate you guys, I promise! they call all lgbt people pedophilic groomers who are orchestrating the downfall of society, they call feminist women baby killing manhaters, they want to regress to 1950s level gender roles & often will jist straight up say that they don't think women should have the right to vote. this is their ideal society.
I think one big roadblock in getting trans people to understand that we do not in fact want to lock them up in concentration camps is the fact that whenever they see a genuinely transphobic person they tend to just label them a "terf", even when the person in question not even remotely aligned w/radical feminism (often they're literally a man). idk what can be done about that at this point. they think bc right wing ppl & rfs both agree on things like "puberty blockers for kids should not be legal", that we must agree on everything when we truly aren't approaching this conflict from even remotely the same angle that they are. conservatives want to eradicate gender nonconformity, we want to normalize it without automatically pathologizing and medicalizing it the way many trans activists do. very different goals.
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september 6: heat 1,974 words @rosekiller-microfic
Barty and Evan finally go on a (not) date to the fair. They're so cute I hate them.
It isn't that Barty is nervous. No, very much the opposite. He's perfectly calm and composed about this whole ordeal.
He definitely hasn't spent the last 2 hours digging through his closet, panicking over what to wear on his date with Evan.
No.
Not a date.
Very much not a date, as he's struggling to remind himself. Just Evan, his friend Evan, who asked him to go to the local fair yesterday because, "It'll be fun!" he'd told Barty. "We can go on rides and eat fried food until we throw up next to someone's screaming kid."
And who was Barty to deny him that? Not when Evan's eyes had shone so brightly at the prospect, a lovely grin plastered on his freckled face.
The thing is, Barty knows this doesn't mean to Evan what it means to him. He knows this is just another way for them to fuck around and have fun for a night, which would be fine—amazing, even—if it weren't for the fact that Barty's practically been in love with him for the past 3 years.
Ever since they were 16 Barty's heart had raced a little faster and his cheeks flushed a little more whenever Evan got too close. It was inevitable that he fell for him—set in stone. Further and further, faster and faster each and every day.
But that's not important right now.
What is important is the harsh realization that Evan will be standing on Barty's doorstep in 5 minutes and he's just managed to get his shit together and pull on an outfit he deems acceptable.
He tries telling himself it doesn't matter what he's wearing. It's not like he'd be idiotic enough to try and impress Evan...maybe.
Maybe not.
Barty shoves on his best pair of shoes and grabs his wallet as fast as possible before wrenching open his front door to find Evan, his hand raised as if he were about to knock.
Barty's breath catches in his throat at the sight of him. Evan is wearing the forest green jumper Barty bought him for his last birthday and the dark hue brings out every strand of gold in his blonde hair. He looks fucking gorgeous.
Barty clears his throat. There's no time for this. "Beat you," he grins down at him.
"You were staring, B." Evan grins back, but his eyes hold a similar intensity that makes Barty's stomach squirm.
"Was not."
"It's okay, I know I'm pretty," he jokes.
"There was a bug in your hair."
Evan sighs. "Come on," he rolls his eyes and tugs Barty out of his flat by his shirt.
Barty doesn't miss the way Evan checks his hair in the car.
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The fair is loud, is the first thing Barty notices when they finish paying for their tickets. There are children screaming and laughing, tired parents at their wits end, and a scatter of couples trying hard to win prizes at game booths. The lights are bright and colorful against the setting sun—it's all a lot to take in.
Barty looks over at Evan to find him grinning wildly, life and excitement clear in his wandering eyes, and decides then and there that he would do just about anything to keep that look on his face.
He nudges Evan with his shoulder. "What's first Ev?"
Evan shoots him a wicked smirk, his features sharp in the blinking lights yet soft in the glow of the sunset. He doesn't give Barty a response, just laces their fingers together and drags them towards the row of games.
Barty isn't sure what to do—isn't sure what he can do now that Evan's hand is clasped tightly around his own. Warm and steady, grounding him to the earth.
He doesn't want him to let go.
To Barty's delighted surprise, he doesn't.
Evan's hand soon becomes a comforting presence in his own, neither of them unlacing their fingers even as they try to pop balloons and play ring toss, Evan failing miserably as he attempts to utilize his non-dominant hand. They spin lucky wheels and manage to break the claw machine which earns them a dirty glare from a teenage employee who they quickly run away from, laughing loudly into the night.
At some point well after the sun has set and they'd gone on at least three ridiculously fast rides, Barty buys them a bag of cotton candy to share and Evan steers them to the ferris wheel.
"Didn't strike you for a ferris wheel kinda guy Ev," Barty muses, squeezing his hand lightly. Both their hands are getting a bit sweaty but Barty can't find it in himself to mind, he's enjoying this far too much.
Besides, if Evan wanted to let go he would've. Right?
"I dunno," Evan shrugs. "I thought it might be fun." He looks worried, Barty thinks as Evan's brows knit together, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth.
Barty nudges him with his elbow. "Hey." Evan looks up at him. "I never said it wouldn't be. Besides, I think I might actually fucking retch if we go on anything fast right now."
Evan laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corners. "I'd pay money to see that."
"Of course you would, asshole." Barty shoves a piece of cotton candy in his mouth before he can get another word out.
They board the ferris wheel in comfortable silence, their hands never parting, and it's only when they begin moving that Evan finally breaks the silence.
"I've been thinking..."
Barty turns his head to look at him, waiting for the end of his sentence that never seems to come. Evan's brows are creased again and Barty has the sudden urge to smooth out the wrinkle on his forehead.
Which, no.
He cannot do that.
"Hmm?" Barty urges, not wanting to push whatever is clearly plaguing him.
Evan huffs a soft laugh but it sounds strained, his smile tight. "Nothing, nothing. Forget it, B."
"You can't tell me to forget it, I wanna know now," Barty whines. He shifts in the small seat so his torso is facing Evan's, their knees knocking together. The ferris wheel continues to move slowly, stopping every now and then to allow the exchange of passengers.
"It's not a big deal or anything. I've just—well I've—been thinking about...us?" The last word comes out as a question but Barty has to run his sentence through his head a few times, not quite sure what to make of it.
Did he hear that correctly?
"Us?" he asks, his voice embarrassingly small in the quiet that comes from being up so high.
"I don't know, B," Evan runs a hand over his face. "Fuck how do people do this?"
Barty laughs, a little uneasily as his stomach twists itself inside out. "Do what?"
"Do..." but Evan doesn't finish his sentence. His eyes meet Barty's and he swears neither of them are breathing. They're stopped at the very top now, the stars blinking above them where they can barely be seen over man-made light. Evan's eyes are blown wide and his face is all soft shadows dancing over smooth skin, a blush creeping up the side of his neck as their entwined hands sit heavy in the silence between them.
Barty doesn't know how it happens. Really, he doesn't.
One second Barty's staring at him like a love-sick idiot and the next Evan's eyes are flicking to his mouth, so brief that Barty barely manages to register it when Evan's other hand cups his neck and smashes their lips together.
Barty's sure he releases a sound so loud and unmanly that it could be mistaken for someone's little sister. But his brain, it seems, is working infinitely slower than his body because he kisses back without hesitation, pulling Evan impossibly closer, needing him everywhere.
The heat of his mouth is tantalizing, intoxicating—he already can't get enough of him. All Barty can think is, why the fuck didn't I do this sooner.
It's the first time their hands have unlocked the entire evening as Evan's thread their way into Barty's hair, grappling for purchase in soft locks and tugging, earning a soft groan from Barty's throat.
Barty's roam freely over the expanse of Evan's back, pulling at the green fabric without mercy. He bites Evan's lower lip and takes the moment when he gasps to slip his tongue inside. His mouth is warm and he tastes like artificial sugar and Evan.
Evan, Evan, Evan, his brain seems to chant as their kiss grows hungrier.
Barty starts to mouth along his jaw, nipping at Evan's skin with his mind blissfully hazy. Evan has his head tilted towards the sky with his eyes closed—both of them hold no grasp on reality. It isn't until Evan gives a particularly violent tug on Barty's hair, the latter releasing a sound not fit for PG television, that the ferris wheel starts back up and they break apart.
They're both panting heavily, cheeks flushed and lips successfully kiss swollen. They look properly debauched.
"Fuck," is all that Barty manages.
"Good fuck or bad fuck?" Evan asks, his chest heaving. They're still clinging to each other tightly, their noses mere inches away.
Barty stares at him incredulously. "A good fuck, obviously," he responds, clearly not thinking about how that sounds.
It only takes less than five seconds of them staring at each other before they're both howling with laughter, falling into each other's arms in a familiar sort of comfort. Their bodies shake with their raucous behavior, nearly causing the seat to swing with them.
Their laughter dies out soon enough and Barty's left staring into Evan's eyes much like before. Except this time his head is a whirling mess of holy shit, I just kissed Evan. Evan kissed me. We kissed. We just fucking kissed. What does this—
Evan leans forward to press their lips together again. It's softer this time, gentle and tentative and everything the two of them aren't. The warmth that floods through Barty's chest causes his eyelids to flutter and breath to hitch. The kiss doesn't last very long, both of them pulling back simultaneously. Barty thinks he could've let it go on forever and he wouldn't have noticed.
"I've been wanting to do that forever," Evan says softly.
"What?" Barty asks lamely.
"Shut up."
"No, really, what? Cause I've wanted to do that forever, and—fucking hell Evan why didn't you tell me?" They're at the bottom of the ferris wheel now, getting ready to make their second round. Some people shoot them weird looks at their position but Barty really couldn't give less of a fuck.
Evan rolls his eyes, "I practically just told you."
"Fair enough." Barty shrugs, one hand reaching up to brush a piece of Evan's hair from his forehead. The gesture causes the prettiest blush to heat his cheeks. He traces his hand down the side of Evan's face to rest on his cheekbone, thumbing over the smattering of freckles. Barty can't help it when the words slip out. "You're beautiful Ev."
"Didn't know you were such a sap, Crouch." Evan's voice is low, husky yet smooth as silk.
Barty scoffs. "Now it's your turn to shut up," he teases, brushing over Evan's bottom lip. Every soft touch shoots off signals of electricity straight through Barty's veins, each one more heart-stopping than before. If Barty from three hours ago thought Evan Rosier would be the death of him, Barty of the present doesn't know what to expect.
They spend the rest of the ride making small comments here and there, Evan tucked carefully into Barty's side with heat seeping through their clothes to warm the other. Eventually Barty reaches out to weave their hands together again, fingers gripping tightly in the cooling night air.
This time, he doesn't think he'll ever let go.
#THIS IS LATE I APOLOGIZE#like 2 days late omg#wow this got long#they took ahold of the wheel it wasn't my fault#I barely looked over this#hopefully it doesn't suck#rosekiller#rosekiller microfic#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#barty x evan#evan x barty#rat's silly microfics
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Hii can I ask for an headcanon for BG3? There are spoilers for Act 3 so if you haven't finished it don't read!
I was thinking of Tav finally freeing Lae'Zel from Orin and becoming an absolute emotional wreck because they feel guilty for leaving her there that long because of other quests. You can also do it for other characters getting kidnapped and freed (especially Karlach pls). If it's too complicated for an HC I understand! Also I love your blog, I'm browsing through it right now <3
You betcha my dude >:3
Cut just for the people who haven’t gotten to act three. Spoilers ahead! ^^
I do know that only certain party members can be taken by Orin in game… but we’re gonna ignore that shhhhhh. I will start with the ones who can be taken can be taken canonically though (Orin ended up taking Yenna for me, so I don’t know much about how the companions actually react to being kidnapped ddhdh- I shall try my best though)
Post-Orin Kidnapping
Lae’zel. She tries to be indifferent about it. You made the difficult choice to prioritize certain quests first, and she does nod and say she respects that. It was a logical choice. She’ll scoff slightly when you try to apologize at first, acting like it doesn’t matter, but she was a little shaken by the whole thing, even if she won’t admit it, and your apologies do help, as much as she deflects them. A bit of suffering makes her stronger, right? When you tell her about the quests you completed first, she’ll make little comments about how she ‘would have done it this way to be more efficient’ or other such things that not so subtly state how she would have been beneficial to have around during those times. One of those comments eventually makes you snap, and you just start crying and apologizing relentlessly and she just… freezes. Because yes, she was trying to make a point, but she didn’t mean to draw that kind of reaction out of you. Didn’t mean for tears. And though her instinct is to scold or mock a sign of weakness, she pushes it down, frowning slightly. You get a slightly awkward hand on your shoulder. “Chk… pull yourself together. I have seen you worry less over worse. I am strong, still. I will fight you to prove it if you must see it for yourself.” That gets a laugh out of you. Give it a bit of time, and it’ll be alright.
Gale is more preoccupied with making sure you’re alright. When you start trying to apologize, he lets you get it out, but assures you it isn’t entirely necessary. He’s fine, he assures you. His self-esteem isn’t great, though, so he takes that delay in you getting to him a little too close to heart, even if he logically knows he shouldn’t. Immediately, his focus is on other things. Asking how you all fared without his cooking, what you’ve managed to do in his absence, etc. He keeps himself occupied constantly, or, well, tries to. Keeping his mind on other things can distract him from thinking about it all. Being useful, because, well… if he’s useful, surely that means he was worth saving. He feels the need to prove it was worth “going out of your way” to get him back. It’s only when he crashes either from exhaustion or from you confronting him about it that he finally admits it might have been harder on him than he’d let on. Some words of reassurance and a good, long hug can help to clear the air. And if that hug turns into him pretty much falling asleep in your arms from exhaustion… well, he needs the rest.
Halsin doesn’t seem all that bothered, at least, in comparison to the others. When you apologize, he thanks you, and accepts it. If you think you require his forgiveness, he will not deny it to you, even if ye finds it unnecessary. He’s gone through being captured before, and yeah, it sucks, but he had faith you’d show. Dealing with the Shadow-Curse was harder on him than this; at least he doesn’t have years upon years of trauma related to Orin. His behavior shifts into making sure you know that he is his real self periodically throughout your encounters. He’ll tell you little things that he doesn’t tell most people, ‘just in case’ you need to interrogate him later, even with Orin out of the way. For your own reassurance, and also for his, so he knows you’ll he able to spot an imposter faster if there ever is another one. If the scene plays out where “he” (Orin) hurts Scratch, he feels guilt, even if it wasn’t his fault. He stays away from Scratch for a while, not wanting to make the poor dog uncomfortable, and makes sure to check in with anyone who’d witnessed it to ask if he needs to keep his distance from them for a bit as well.
((I know Minthara is also able to be kidnapped in-game, but sadly in my initial playthrough I wasn’t aware she could be recruited alongside Halsin and killed her in act 1. I am recruiting her for my second playthrough, but for now I don’t know enough about her rip.))
And onto the ones that can’t be nabbed in-game:
Karlach, without hesitation, hugs you the moment she is freed and won’t let go for a while. If you’ll let her, she’ll even carry you back to camp just to keep you close. She hated every single second of that, and will demand cuddling in consolation. She doesn’t blame you, though, and makes sure you’re aware of that when you try to apologize for how long it took. For the days following the rescue, she is pretty clingy with you, more-so than usual. She’s reluctant to be left behind in camp if you ask her to stay put, even if she will relent if that’s really what you think is best. She does not let herself be alone, though. If you’re not there, she finds someone else to be with. She’ll even chill with Withers if that’s who’s around at the time. She just needs someone there while her nerves slowly die down over the next couple days.
Astarion… doesn’t do great. Because when Orin takes him at first, he immediately assumes it’s Cazador’s doing, and is petrified. There had already been the first kidnapping attempt, and now this?! When you finally show up, he barely even speaks to you. Apologizing for getting caught up with other things gets you a mask of a smile and a ‘it’s fine, darling.’ He’s definitely dissociating a bit, and you can tell. Even if he’s acting off, though, he will not leave your side. Jumps slightly if he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. Generally is on edge. Even if you talk with him, try to console him, he won’t truly relax after it all until Cazador is taken down. When you two are alone, though, he will accept your consoling words and, though he acts begrudging, a hug. Being patient enough may get him to admit that he ‘wasn’t sure you’d actually show up, but he’s glad you did.’ The words are said with a chuckle, played off as less serious than they are, but you know they’re true.
Shadowheart isn’t as phased. Even as a Selunite, she’s still got an odd relationship with pain and such from her Shar worship, and genuinely doesn’t feel too much worse for wear. It happened, and she doesn’t really want to dwell on it. Your apologizing might make her feel a little awkward, just because she isn’t entirely sure what to say, but she just thanks you for your concern. She finds it sweet that you feel the need to check up on her and apologize like that, but really, she’s alright. But, y’know. If you really have to dote on her a bit and pay her some extra attention, then who is she to complain?
Wyll, similar to Gale, also immediately makes sure you’re alright. He doesn’t try to hide that the experience has shaken him a bit, but assures you that it will only be a matter of time before he’s back at his best. He doesn’t want to be dishonest with you, and answers honestly if you ask how he’s doing. He insists you don’t need to apologize whenever you try to, but if you wear him down enough he’ll accept it for your sake. In the days after, you may catch him spacing out a bit, or wearing a smile that looks a little too forced, but it’s mostly for his own sake. If he can convince himself he’s alright, then he has to be, right? He’d spend a bit more time by himself, not wanting to sour anyone else’s mood. He appreciates it if you spend some time just sitting there with him, silent company, even after he assures you it isn’t necessary. He doesn’t want to waste your time, but won’t protest too much. He wants the company. Doing some dancing with him can serve as a good distraction, and pick up the mood a bit.
#wow this got long#lae’zel#gale#halsin#karlach#astarion#shadowheart#im hoping this fufills the request lmao i think i ended up rambling for half of it#bg3 hcs#bg3 headcanons#baldur’s gate 3#askbox#bg3 spoilers#bg3 act 3 spoilers#orin the red#orin#wyll#tadthoughts
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Fandom creators self rec game! Choose five favourites from your own creations (and tell me why, if you like!), then pass on to at least five other people. I'd love to hear what you're proudest of.
Hello beloved! It’s always a privilege to see you in my inbox, thank you so much for this lovely ask and apologies for taking two centuries to reply lol this was a quite emotional trip down memory lane for me - I couldn’t decide whether to go with rec lists or single recs (oof I haven’t written one in so long 🥲) because they’re both so different and special in their own way. In the end I’m gonna do lists because I think they’re generally more helpful and popular! I’ve been going through a creative / fandom slump for a while now, so this was great encouragement as it made me look back at my own recs with joy and kindness. Thank you babes 💜
1. I actually still love the Drarry for Beginners series! Fun story, I wasn’t very confident about it at first - I was getting many requests for a classics rec list back then but I don’t really vibe with the “MUST read these or you’re not a valid fandom member” mentality so I tried to come up with a different format that felt more like an invitation than a lecture. I think I found a good balance of well known fics and hidden gems, so I’m very proud of that. Also, the banners looked really good! Especially the redemption arc and the Muggle!Draco AU ones if I do say so myself.
2. The Hidden Gems series is also one of my most precious babies - it took me a long time to plan it out, read all fics and prepare the small blurbs for each one and I really love how it came across, the authors I chose to highlight, and the fact that I was able to mix Drarry and rare pairs. I remember getting an ask back in the day that accused me of only reccing my friends (anon really overestimated my network size 🤣), they could have at least checked the hidden gem series before going for public embarrassment lol there’s so much to explore there, and I really wanna come back to it one day to finalize the second edition that I started posting in 2022. Hopefully this year!
3. 35 Romantic Shorts: my heart is so very soft for this one, not only because the ever generous @bluebutter-art has let me use her stunning art for the banner, but I’m also such a passionate champion of short form and I feel like this list really embraced the concept and delivered great recs. I’m not a fluff gal by any standards so this was a nice exercise finding the softest, most romantic and soothing reads that made my heart beat faster. It would be lovely to go back and maybe add a couple more lists with new shorts, or alternatively make new lists for medium-length and long fics. So many ideas, so little time!
4. It feels like a lifetime ago but I’m still very fond of my “smutty recs week” that I made to celebrate one of my first followers milestone. Ahh the nostalgia! All lists can be found here and include a wide variety of themes and kinks like voyeurism, dirty talk, gang bang and others. Those banners are some of my favourites too, they turned out very sassy and clever if I do say so myself. I had so much fun with them! I gotta find the time to sit down and update some of those lists with newer treats!
5. Now highlighting something more recent (from Feb 2023… LOL) I’m super proud of my Rare Pair Romance list for Valentine’s Day. It was a great chance to compile (most of) my favorite rare pair fics in one place and include different ships and tropes. I’m always looking for an excuse to rec het pairings which I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so this was the perfect way to do it.
#asks#wow this got long#my fave rec lists#15 years later but I’m finally posting this lol#ily tacky 🐯
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tommy giving wilbur a cup of water in ho16 was a perfect depiction of their relationship at the time, a perfect not quite right parallel of pogtopia. in pogtopia, tommy knew that something was wrong with wilbur, but was unable to help him. he didn't understand what wilbur was going through and couldn't correctly identify how serious wilbur was about blowing up l'manberg (or, really, committing suicide). tommy was sure that l'manberg would be saved, and wilbur was part of that by proxy. by the time ho16 happened, tommy had already attempted suicide himself and had been incredibly depressed. he knew what it felt like to be dead, and he knew what it felt like to be revived as well. he, at that point, understood wilbur on a deeper level, and was able to identify when wilbur was struggling, as he himself struggled in a similar way. so in ho16, tommy saw wilbur working mostly on his own in the hot desert, and got him a glass of water. tommy knew that wilbur was not going to save himself from dehydration, and he knew that he wasn't going to ask for help either. tommy saw wilbur self destructing and did what he could to help wilbur without babying him or overstepping. he just silently handed wilbur a glass of water along with the concrete he had asked for. and wilbur took it, not just because he needed it, but because he knew that it was tommy trying to help. they didn't have to say anything because they fully understood each other. like sees like, after all.
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TimKon fanfic starter/prompt:
Kon woke up, immediately whacked his head on <i>something</i>- he wasn't at the farm, but it took him a few more seconds to remember where exactly he was.
Which was kind of excessive, because it really shouldn't have taken him three whole seconds to figure out he was in a cramped metal box, hands tied behind his back and a glowing green collar around his neck.
Was this what a concussion felt like?
Weird.
He was gonna have to be nicer about shooting down the questionable plans Tim came up with while concussed. Honestly, it was a miracle they were even a little bit coherent.
...What was he doing again?
Kon shifted slightly, and the ropes binding his hands behind his back dug into his wrists.
Oh, that's right. He was trying to escape --
...Wait, they'd actually used ropes? Like, actual ropes?
Kon was a little insulted. He didn't rate handcuffs or zip ties?
He might not have been able to use his superstrength, but he was still pretty strong compared to a baseline human. Ropes -- even ones with five braided strands -- couldn't hold him forever, especially now that he was awake and raring to escape.
...If only he could get his body to cooperate.
His brain felt sluggish and foggy, like it was slogging through a swamp. His limbs weren't responding right, his fingers clumsy and numb as he tried to finagle his way out of his bonds.
Precise movements weren't happening, so he had approximately a cupcake's chance in a communal kitchen of untying the knots.
Next option: brute force.
Yanking his wrists apart and straining the ropes until they broke worked way better than trying to make his fingers cooperate. It took more effort than he was expecting, though, and there was a sting in his biceps that meant he'd probably pulled a muscle, which was going to suck in the morning.
He also had rope burns, which was a new and exciting experience for him.
Some of the fog surrounding his brain started to fade as soon as the ropes snapped and dropped to the floor beneath him. He shook his hands out, aiming some jazz hands at exactly no one just for fun, and tried to figure out what do next.
The walls around him were made of metal and seem to be screwed together pretty tightly, as far as he could tell. He didn't have super strength - the Kryptonite in the collar around his neck was suppressing it - but he considered punching it anyway.
Luckily, someone started prying the box open before he had to resort to probably breaking his hand.
Light broke through the widening gap, blinding him for a split second as the lid opened. He squinted and tried to shield his eyes (looked like they'd taken his shades, ugh), and a shadowy figure kindly moved to block most of the light, a set of lock picks dangling from their fingers.
"Hey, SB," Tim said. "How's it going?"
Kon could have kissed him.
"Oh, y’know." He shrugged (faux) casually, folding his arms together so Tim wouldn't see the rope burns around his wrists. "Just waiting for my Prince Charming to show up. What took you so long?"
"Rounding up my knights and the white horse," Tim said dryly, giving him a Look that told Kon he hadn't hidden shit but that Tim wasn't going to comment on it right that second because there was something more important. "Hold still, I'm going to get that collar off you."
"What, you don't think I look good like this?" Kon tried to shoot him a winning smile, but it felt a little shaky around the edges.
Tim rolled his eyes behind his whiteout lenses -- Kon could sense it -- and set to work picking the collar's lock. "You always look good, Superboy."
Kon definitely did not blush. His cheeks heating up had to be an effect of the Kryptonite. Definitely.
"You'll look even better wrapped in a blanket on the couch," Tim muttered under his breath, then tsked in annoyance when something in the collar clicked. "Hold still."
Kon held still.
...Being wrapped in a blanket on the couch sounded pretty good right now, actually. He could probably even wheedle Tim into making him some of his famous hot cocoa.
Tim was careful only to touch the collar, not allowing his gloves to brush against Kon's skin, and Kon was (pathetically) grateful for it. His skin was starting to feel too tight, like he was about ready to burst out of it, and it itched like there were ants crawling all over him.
Something else clicked in the collar, except this time Tim made a little triumphant noise and yanked it apart with extreme prejudice. "Ha! Got it."
Suddenly, Kon felt like he could breathe easy again. He hadn't realized he'd been having trouble -- and he didn't really know why, because the collar hadn't been restrictive or anything and Kryptonite usually didn't affect him that way -- until Tim was tucking it away into a lead-lined bag he kept in his utility belt for this exact purpose.
Kon swallowed.
"Thanks for coming for me, Rob," he said quietly.
Tim smiled, small and private. "I'll always come for you, clone boy."
He got to his feet and pulled Kon up with him, and Kon barely had time to blink with surprise before Tim was dragging him towards a hole that had been blown in the wall. "Come on, we need to find the others before they destroy the entire building."
Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.
#tim drake#conner kent#kon el#timkon#robin#90s superboy#superboy#red robin#yj98#dcu#batman#wow this got long#adding a read more#tumblr ask game#anon
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