#nathan fact core

[wheatley-imagine-scenarios]

Portal Theme Songs

I’ve been thinking of songs that fit each character (some moreso fitting ships that involve them) and while I don’t really have enough for full playlists, I thought I’d list some here.

Wheatley:

Somewhere Only We Know (Keane)

The Scientist (Coldplay)

Control (Halsey)

Complicated (Avril Lavigne)

Wouldn’t It Be Nice (Beach Boys) (Might elaborate later)

Introducing Me (Nick Jonas)

Are You Bored Yet (Wallows)

Mr. Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra) (ofc)

Other Side Of Paradise (Glass Animals) (Saw an animation meme of the chorus and couldn’t unsee it)

Video Killed The Radio Star (The Buggles)

Super Honeymoon (Owl City)

Treehouse (Alex G)

Deer In The Headlights (Owl City)

Forest Fires (Lauren Aquilina)

Birdhouse In Your Soul (They Might Be Giants)

GLaDOS:

The One Who Laughs Last (Downplay)

Immortals (Fall Out Boy)

Everything Stays (Rebecca Sugar)

Shatter Me (Lindsey Stirling)

Gasoline (Halsey

The Sign (Ace of Base)

My Nocturnal Serenade (Yuhio)

Chell:

Ordinary Girl (Hannah Montana)

I Was An Island (John-Allison Weiss)

Heart Attack (Demi Lovato)

Night Changes (One Direction)

God Knows (The Melancholy Of Haruhi Suzumiya)

Rick:

Mambo Number 5 (Lou Bega)

Renegades (X Ambassadors)

Team (Lorde)

A Million Dreams (The Greatest Showman)

Boys Will Be Bugs (Cavetown) (Probably the most accurate of the list for my own headcanons)

Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better (Annie Get Your Gun)

Nathan/Fact:

Nerds (Bo Burnham)

Oh No! (Marina)

Season’s Greetings (Linneah) (headcanon based)

Pluto/Space:

Red Balloon (Charli XCX)

Lost Boy (Ruth B)

Fireflies (Owl City)

Tomorrow (Annie)

Nigel:

Bang! (AJR)

Zero (Imagine Dragons)

Virgil:

My Whole Family (Bo Burnham)

Boom Clap (Charli XCX)

Get Stüpid (bülow)

Bonus Rainbow Core:

Somewhere Over The Rainbow (Judy Garland)

#wheatley #glados #rick #rick adventure core #nathan fact core #pluto space core #virgil portal #nigel portal #chelley #rainbow core #portal #portal 2 #portal stories: mel #aperture tag

[sekirwcekipy]

Finally feeling good after a year of being suicidal, anyway I just finished Craig/Aaron/Nathan lmao

Hope you like it as much as I do ♡

Defs not my favorite, but still proud after all that hard work eoeeoooeoeo

#my art #portal 2 #portal #fact core #Craig #Aaron #Nathan #This didnt take up my much time as much as i expected #took only 3 days ** #human fact core

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

One of the few pet peeves I have about One Tree Hill is the obsession they have with comparing Keith and Lucas’ relationship to Lucas and Jamie’s relationship. 

I want to preface this by saying that both relationships are so special and important. Lucas was so lucky to have Keith and Jamie was so lucky to have Lucas. That being said it really gets my goat when they try to act like those two sets of relationships are at all similar. 

Lucas and Keith was like a father and a son. Straight up!! Lucas had no dad just a biological father who wanted nothing to do with him and said horrible things about him... like how he should have been aborted or he didn’t deserve the Scott name. Keith took Dan’s place. Keith noticed that his brother was not being a dad to Lucas so he stepped up and pretty much fathered Lucas. 

Jamie’s situation is so much different and I feel like when people compare those two relationships, it almost feels like they are throwing Nathan under the bus or comparing him unjustly to Dan. And I know that’s not necessarily the intention of the show or the fans. But it’s just untrue. Jamie has a father. He has a present and loving father who cares for him and loves him and would give up his life to save him (if need be). Even when Nathan and Haley were on the outs, I still took issue with the comparison because--- let’s play devil’s advocate and say that Nathan and Haley had divorced (which would never happen) but just go with it. Even if they were to have divorced Jamie still wouldn’t be in the same position as Lucas. Nathan would have financially provided for Haley and Jamie. He would have had some sort of joint custody of Jamie. I 100% believe that Nathan and Haley would have been amicable with each other. Nathan still would have loved Jamie... and Haley honestly, but he still would have been an amazing father figure to Jamie. 

I like the comparison of Lucas and Keith on a basic level because I think it’s cute and I’m sure that Lucas loves to be compared to the wonderful man who raised him and treated him so well. But Jamie and Lucas have their own unique relationship and it doesn’t have to be compared to Keith and Lucas... it can stand on it’s own as a unique relationship between a uncle and his nephew. 

#i really feel like with how dissimilar those two dynamics are... they cannot possibly be compared #they are just automatically so different #they can similate some of the same events #like for instance how keith karen and lucas went on a roadtrip and keith let lucas drive #and you can compare that to when lucas haley and jamie went on a road trip and lucas let jamie drive #but that was a forced parallel #lucas specifically planned the road trip to give jamie that experience #but it still doesn't change the fact that the core of their relationship is still way different #the difference is lucas didn't have to do that because jamie had a father who would have been ready eager and willing to do the same for jam #...ie #One Tree Hill #one tree hill rant #lucas and keith #lucas and jamie #nathan and jamie #the scott family #one tree hill: favorites #lucas scott #jamie scott #keith scott #nathan scott

[thedeal-if]

what are like 3 facts of each ro?

👁️ so many possibilities lol I'm going to sprinkle some itty bitty subtle details that may or may not be relevant later on.

Dante

I don't want to reveal too much about Inferno because it kinda defeats the purpose of exploring the place yourselves lol but let's just say that somewhere… there's a certain area… where people can like... fight… and Dante is pretty good... There's a ranking... He's among the top 10 in that list...?

Dante smokes like a fucking chimney but always insists he isn't addicted. Will most likely avoid doing it in front of people if they were bothered by it tho

As an Aeshma (warrior Demons of Wrath) his body temperature is pretty high. When he gets really mad there might be a slight risk of fire.

Lilith

They are one of the managers of the strip club Paradise Lost (which is very girlboss of them imo).

One of the highest rankings Succubi, also one of the few who care the least about social rankings. As a Succubus, their power is mostly revolved around their voice and how convincing they can be.

Insanely good with numbers.

Josh

He's the youngest of three siblings. Josh's older sister also has the same ability as he does.

Josh is often considered the golden child (of the Guerreros and of Blackburn) but he really hates that title.

He would've liked to be a nurse but his parents gently swayed him towards a doctorate instead.

Villanelle

She has had two sets of foster parents. The first couple who adopted her weren't really the best.

Villanelle realized she was a witch when she was around eleven-twelve. Funnily enough, most witches and wizards live their entire lifes and never come to know of their nature.

You've already seen it in the demo but Villie has visions of the future. Her power though is more like... having Earth's timeline shoved into her face.

Victor

Aka Nemesis, the number 1 Demon Hunter in Entity. Let's just say he only joined in the first place because the highest higher up is… pretty convincing. That was nine years ago (if my math doesn't fail me). None of his partners survived lol let's hope Alekto is different 🤞

He likes card games 🥺 and wearing very expensive accessories (mostly watches)

Victor would actually want to have children but has kinda accepted that's kind of... complicated given his situation.

Aliyah

Aliyah claims to hate humans but there are a few very obvious exceptions. This Genie has a soft spot for a certain kind of people.

She surprisingly loves sleeping. She loves it so much she's spent more than a few years straight napping.

As Genies go, her abilities are quite limited to the whims of those who own the lamp. In the meantime, all their power goes as far as being smoke and mirrors (illusions, or plain nothing).

Nathan

Nathan is a guardian angel so he's basically at the bottom of the social ladder (at least prior to falling lol). He's also pretty young things considered, most angels are old old.

He wasn't all that good at being a guardian either? I mean personally I wouldn't trust him to take care of a goldfish

Don't let him trick you! He knows jack shit about actual philosophy (reference to a sneak peek)! Nathan likes having many interests and broadening his horizons tho, to keep conversations interesting. He could literally chat you up about anything.

Eden

He's living my dwarfless Snow White cottage core dream and I'm so jealous fr

So good with his hands, Eden really likes woodcrafting and crafting in general. The life of isolation is pretty boring despite its very attractive appeals (pls me too)

King Solomon lore but he used to have very powerful ring! In their family line (and in my story lol) those rings are their white irises. Yeah very powerful.

#the deal if #the deal #inferno #ask #josh #dante #lilith #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden #ros

[benicebefunny]

I’m just so not comfortable with Nate’s desire for praise and attention, mostly coming from some very reasonable places/requests - a nice table at an empty restaurant, not being mocked out of nowhere for wearing a suit he received as a gift, his father congratulating him for winning a match - being conflated with his actual character flaws. Rebecca mentions being rich even in her anonymous dating profile, Roy acknowledges that his desire for a lowkey life is relatively new, Colin is explicitly a terrible driver in a ludicrously expensive vehicle, Jamie is terrible to everyone because he’s the one that scores all the goals, Sam’s becoming a leader on the team is linked with him moving from being on defense to the more attention grabbing scoring goals, Keeley vocalizes the fact she’s amazing at her job. All these characters have and want attention. Nate is a flawed, angry man. But I really don’t think “enjoying attention” is on the list of things that make him so.

Right fucking on, dude. You put into words one of perhaps the most troubling aspects of Nate Hate: he gets villainized (or, if people are feeling generous, pathologized) for having basic human needs.

Recognition, respect, love, belonging, safety, control over one's life and body - these are all core human needs. All of the characters want these things. And yet Nathan's needs are treated as unreasonable or evil.

To be fair, there are plenty of fans who don't demonize Nathan's needs--because they do not see Nathan as having needs or a complex inner life. These are the fans who are like, "Why would Nate be so mean for no reason to these poor, defenseless white people?"

And then you and I and Nick Mohammed explain that Nathan's actions are his (admittedly harmful and not ideal) response to being trapped in environments (his family, his workplace, society as represented by A Taste of Athens) that deny him his basic human needs.

And then a few people will be like, "Oh, I didn't realize that. My bad. I'll take down that post threatening to drown Nate."

But too many people are like, "Well, actually, his need for love, validation, safety, etc.? That's what makes him such an evil little ingrate. He needs to accept his lot in life, worship Ted and Roy for saving him, and not dream above his station."

If Nathan's basic human needs are illegitimate and unreasonable, then we can't fault Ted and Rebecca and the team for creating a work environment that denies him those needs. "It's not my fave's fault that Nate doesn't like being ridiculed by people who used to beat him. That's just Nate being arrogant."

That kind of thinking isn't constrained to fandom. As an autistic self-advocate, I fight against the term "special needs." When someone's basic human needs are framed as "special," that makes it easier for those needs to be denied.

Everyone has needs. Scapegoating people for having needs is one of worst aspects of racialized capitalism.

I discourage people from dipping their toes into the pool of pathologizing human needs. A lot of terrible, hateful people have shit in that pool.

#ted lasso #nathan shelley #long post #nathan shelley is idd coded fight me

[pancake-lovy]

Doris Hecat's facts

original by rypnami

(I can't tag this person, I'm sorry)

About

Full Name: Doris Louise Hecat Nickname(s): Dory, Iris Age: 17 Date of Birth: 22 March 1874 Birthplace: London, England Blood Status: Pure-Blood House: Gryffindor Wand: cypress, unicorn hair core, hardened, 12 1/2 inches Sexuality: hetero Height: 5'6/168

Personality

Traits: charismatic, honest, loyal, adventurous, impulsive, extrovert, brave, funny Likes: Creatures (especially those 'dangerous'), watching the snow fall, going through the forest, sneaking out, spending time with her friends or family Dislikes: rude people, hurting others, making plans, cooking Patronus: lynx

Family

Parents: Nathan Hecat, Emi Hecat Sibling(s): Roy Hecat Extended Family: Dinah Hecat, other (unimportant) grandparents

Relationships

Partner: Garreth Weasley Friends: Natsai Onai, Nellie Oggspire, Lucan Brattleby, Poppy Sweeting, Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Everett Clopton, Amit Thakkar Enemies: Victor Rookwood, Theophilus Harlow, Ranrok, their loyalists, the Gaunts (except for Ominis), Solomon Sallow

Future

Career: Herbologist Spouse: Garreth Weasley Residence: London Pet(s): Ro and Princess (kneazles), Star and Snow (thestrals), Sky baby - niffler, Rain - owl Children: -

Other Facts

- She's a werewolf and a metamorphmagus. She's also the only one, who has the ability to control ancient magic out of the Hecat twins/her family - She's obsessed with graphorns, and during her school years she had multiple of them. But that has changed once she became an adult and moved to her and Garreth's home. - Her and Roy's patronuses are related to each other's creature forms. Roy's is a wolf, since she's a werewolf. And hers is a lynx, because Roy turns into one as an animagus. - Her Boggart is either Garreth, or Roy with a werewolf's bite on their shoulder. Because she's terrified of hurting them during one of her full moons. - During her first ever class with Professor Kogawa, she went to fly along with Everett. But as they flew back, the girl lost control of the broom and fell to the ground. Right in front of Professor Kogawa.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy au #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fic #main character #doris louise hecat #pancake stories #my stories #my fanfiction #my writing #creative writing #writing #wattpad books

[hannahmanderr]

DannyMay Day 14 - Seance

Words: 3,482

Summary: Valerie is being haunted, and none of the usual methods are working to pin down who's behind it. Time to try and commune with the dead to get some answers! (FFN)

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Valerie had never been one to believe in superstition. Even after ghosts started showing up in Amity Park and she began hunting them, she viewed them more like the Fentons did: products of a natural process that just so happened to have otherworldly powers (that could generally be explained by physics). She’d never bought into the more mystical side to ghosts.

Danny tried to explain it to her once, telling her how while yes, much of who and what he was could be explained by science, there wasn’t necessarily an explanation for some of the things he experienced. Science couldn’t explain the way his core grew stronger when he sang a specific song from the Scorched Lands, or why he couldn’t stomach emotions of gratitude specifically on the third Thursday of the month. Still though, she figured there was just some explanation that science hadn’t been able to find yet. She was a woman of rationality.

So then why was she allowing herself to even entertain the thought of something mystical happening in her apartment?

She scowled as she set the candles on her coffee table, around the spirit board she’d borrowed from Nathan Davies (even three years after graduation and multiple refusals for dates, he was still way too into her. All she’d had to do was bat her eyes at him when he came into the Nasty Burger to get him to let her use it). The fact that she was getting ready to use it made her even crankier. She couldn’t believe it had come to this. 

But her apartment was haunted, and the usual methods of extracting ghosts were failing her. So Plan B it was (although it was more like Plan M at this point).

It had started in the bathroom one evening after her shower. Someone - or something - had written “hi” on her bathroom mirror, and it appeared in the steam from the shower. It had been so stereotypically silly that she’d literally laughed when she first saw it, assuming Danny was in one of his prankster moods. 

Except Danny had denied doing it, and Tucker had confirmed they’d been in the Ghost Zone the whole day. So that meant a ghost had somehow snuck into her apartment, past all of her detectors, and left the message. For what?

Despite the frustration of a ghost slipping through her defenses, she quickly forgot about it until a couple days later, when she found another message, this time written on the back of an envelope for a random bill, but this one was scribbled out entirely. She couldn’t decipher what had been written before being scratched out, but she thought she saw words like “remember” and “cool,” both of which told her nothing.

And then the next day, there had been a red rose in her freezer, coated with frost to preserve the petals. No message had been attached to it, and so she confronted Danny about it again, knowing his skill with his ice powers.

Again, he denied doing it, citing the fact that he was still working on perfecting his ability to frost plants over without killing them as proof. He speculated that another ghost was behind it, but she explained that it was impossible, since her detectors still weren’t being triggered.

The disturbances continued to ramp up as Valerie started finding things like rumpled blankets on her couch that hadn’t been there before she left for work, the faint whiffs of her perfume lingering in the bathroom even though she hadn’t sprayed it that morning, and a box of chocolate PopTarts shoved in the back of her pantry despite never having bought PopTarts in her life. More and more messages appeared in random places, some scribbled out, most others saying simple things like “hope you’re doing well.” A few more red roses appeared too - one on top of her steering wheel, one in her medicine cabinet, and, startlingly enough, one in a drawer where she kept most of her smaller blasters. 

She began to lose sleep as she stayed up at night, scanning her apartment thoroughly for signs of ectoplasmic activity, but her scans never turned anything up. Every time she opened a cabinet or a drawer, she’d tense up as she’d wait to see if something else had been moved or added. Never taken away, interestingly enough. An ectogun and a thermos were openly carried on her person when she wasn’t in her hunting gear.

Danny stayed over a few times while she was at work to keep an invisible eye on her place and see if his ghost sense could pick up something her detectors weren’t. Even with him and his knack of tracking ghosts down, nothing turned up. 

“Whoever it is probably knows I’m there,” he told her one night as he stayed for dinner, “and so they’re staying away too.”

And so it came down to tonight - her last ditch attempt to figure out what was going on and who was haunting her apartment. She, Valerie Gray, was going to host a seance.

She still refused to buy into some of the more serious stuff that Sam had been more into before leaving for Berkeley (although she was still probably into it, all things considered). It had been hard enough bringing herself to walk into the shop on Sixth that touted all things dark, occult, and mystical, and seeing all of the paraphernalia made her hate what she was going to attempt to do even more. The clerk had been met with a very firm “no” when they tried to sell her on a few additional items.

Everything she knew about seances came from the wikiHow article that had popped up //when she’d searched “how to have a seance.” She didn’t want to do any more in depth research than that. Still though, because she was so desperate, she made sure to follow its instructions as closely as she could.

Step 1: Choose a quiet room to use.

That had been easy enough. Usually her apartment was quiet aside from the TV when it was on, or if the window was open and the neighbors were being loud. She’d made sure it was firmly locked and the TV was unplugged before continuing the setup.

Step 2: Invite people who believe in the spirit world.

Well that would qualify just about every person in Amity Park, but this was already embarrassing enough. She’d do it alone, thank you very much.

Step 3: Prepare basic questions for the spirit.

The article recommended the use of yes or no questions and to keep them more generalized if the target of the seance was unknown. She wrote down a list of a few questions to make sure she wouldn’t forget or accidentally ask the wrong question. No sense in driving the ghost away because of a silly mistake.

Step 4: Set your table with the candles and ritual supplies you plan to use.

Candles were great for lighting the room and attracting spirits, the article said. She’d bought a few plain white ones at the shop she’d visited, along with some incense. A pentagram might help bind the spirit once it appeared, the article also indicated, but she refused to draw one on her coffee table. Hopefully one drawn on paper would be strong enough.

The next steps talked about different methods to use to contact a spirit. She eyed the spirit board in front of her with a wary glance again. So long as Nathan didn’t expect her to actually go out on a date with him, this would be fine. No pendulums or mediums necessary (Amity Park was a bit of a desert for mediums, anyway. Most were phony, and it was hard to pull a scam on people who were all too used to the presence of ghosts in the first place).

The article recommended setting up recording devices to make sure to capture all parts of the seance. She’d already planned on doing so; the Fentons had already proven that audio and video recordings could pick up on responses from a ghost that normal human vision or hearing couldn’t. It was one of the benefits to having a built-in camera and microphone in her suit.

Her phone sat to the side for audio purposes. She didn’t have a camera, but Danny lended her one that his dad had tricked out for the intention of recording ghosts. It was set up in the corner, and her laptop’s camera was rolling in the opposite corner as a backup.

Sighing, she checked back over the setup steps one more time. It was a stall tactic more than anything; the next steps involved the actual seance itself, and she was not thrilled to get to that point. 

Only there was no delaying the inevitable. 

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her lighter and quickly lit the candles and the incense. The scent of lemongrass and candle smoke quickly permeated the air. She hit the record button on both her phone and the camera from Danny and settled into a cross legged position on the floor.

Make sure everyone is relaxed. Focus on the point of your seance to help you make contact.

She took in one, slow deep breath. Was her stomach fluttering because of nerves or simply anticipation? She hoped it was the latter; the idea that she was somehow nervous about this nonsense made her balk. She hunted ghosts daily. She’d faced the likes of the Fright Knight, Vlad Plasmius, and the Ghost King. She’d been the closest hunter to catching Phantom back before he’d revealed himself as Danny. She didn’t do nervous.

Recite an opening incantation, the article said next. The clerk from the one shop had tried to offer her a few summoning spells, but she’d declined those as well. She was more than capable of announcing herself to a mischievous ghost.

“I’m looking for the spirit who’s haunting this place,” she said, feeling stupid even as the words left her mouth. As if it weren’t already obvious what she was doing. 

She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be feeling, if anything. The clerk had warned her that a skeptical attitude would likely result in a failed seance, and her attitude definitely qualified as skeptical. The fact that she wasn’t feeling any changes in the environment only reaffirmed her suspicions that she was sabotaging her own efforts. 

Except if she chose to believe that, then she’d be admitting a belief in the plausibility of seances in the first place. So which was it?

Focus, Val, she told herself. She needed this to work, or at least to give her an idea of who was haunting her. Having her apartment constantly messed with and not knowing what she was going to find next was driving her mad. 

Steeling herself, she asked, “Are there any spirits here tonight?” A yes or no question. Simple enough to answer. She put a single finger on the planchette and waited.

And waited. 

And waited.

Valerie huffed. She should’ve known this was all a ridiculous ruse. Ghosts didn’t respond to things like seances. They were relatively logical creatures who followed reasonable behavior patterns based on provable phenomena. 

She was about to call it all off and call up Danny again for any more possible advice when the planchette moved.

She stared, dumbfounded, as the planchette inched its way towards YES. Her detectors, of which she’d made sure several were present in her living room, remained silent. Danny, the only one who ever managed to make it past her detectors, knew how much this whole situation was bothering her. While a little turd he could be at times, he wouldn’t be so mean as to mess with this. And no one else was touching the planchette besides her.

“I knew it,” she whispered under her breath. 

The flames of the candles flickered.

Valerie took another deep breath as the planchette finished its journey to YES. “Okay then, can you tell me who you are?”

The planchette began moving again, this time towards the letters. First I… then D… then…

“What do you mean you don’t know?” she said, trying to keep the angry screech out of her voice. Then, remembering some ghosts had trouble with their memories, she asked, “Do you know your name?”

YES.

“So when you say you don’t know, you just mean you aren’t willing to tell me?”

YES.

“Right,” she muttered. “Will you tell me why you’re haunting me, at least? Like, I don’t want to be rude, but I think I have the right to know.”

The letters again. W… A… N… T… 

T… O… S… A… Y…

H… I.

“Hi.” The first message that had appeared on her mirror a few weeks ago. The temperature in the room dropped.

She found herself at a loss. “So all this… leaving me messages and flowers, messing with my stuff… it’s all just to say hi?”

S… O… R… T… O… F.

The half-answers were beginning to frustrate her more than the haunting itself. An inexplicable breeze drifted through the room, causing the candle flames to flicker again. 

To another person, they might just take the signs as being indicative of the presence of ghosts. Valerie was not any other person, though. Her eye was well trained to notice slight disturbances, and she always kept herself acutely aware of her environment. The ghost was moving, it had to be. Her hand not on the planchette crept towards something hidden under the edge of the couch. 

“Why me, then?” she asked. She didn’t want attention drawn to her moving hand. “There are tons of other people you could say hi to, so why pick the ghost hunter of all people?”

Y… O… U… R…

C… O… O… L.

Her lip couldn’t help but quirk upwards as she watched the grammar mistake unfold. In a way, it was oddly endearing. Made it seem more like a Danny type ghost than some mystical presence. Still though, she kept her hand moving.

“Well, I don’t know why a ghost would think a ghost hunter is cool, but Danny still thinks his parents are really neat, so that’s something,” she said. “But why flowers? And PopTarts? It’s all just so random.”

D… O… N… T… 

W… A… N… T…

T… O… L… E… A… V… E.

Her brow furrowed. “You do realize I’m far less likely to kick you out if you actually tell me who you are, right? I know I have the whole huntress reputation, but I’m not nearly as bad as I was.” Says the girl who’s about to turn the tables.

A thought occurred to her. “Okay, tell me this: are you a ghost I’ve met before?”

The planchette didn’t move right away this time. She wondered if she’d scared them off, but the room was still cold and the flames would occasionally flicker. Her hand closed around the object under the couch, but she didn’t bring it forward, especially when the planchette finally did move.

YES.

Another impossible breeze brushed across Valerie’s face. Thinking quickly, she whipped out the net gun she’d hidden under the couch and aimed it in the direction she was (mostly) sure the ghost was. “A-ha!” she cried as she fired.

The net hit true, ensnaring its target. The ghost shouted in surprise as it was thrown back from the force of the net, causing it to crash into the wall and lose its invisibility. Valerie stood quickly, net gun still aimed at the ghost. 

She looked it over. Black and white outfit. Wide, acid green eyes. A familiar logo stitched onto the chest. Perfectly white hair. A ghost she had, most definitely, met before.

“Seriously?” she said, her voice pitched far too high for her liking. “It’s been you this whole time?”

The sheepish face of Dani Phantom grinned up at her from under the net. “Uhh… surprise?” she said, lifting her arms to shrug.

It didn’t take long to remove the net. Soon, the two sat across from each other, still on the floor. Dani elected to remain in her ghost form and allowed a spectral tail to drift lazily into the air.

Valerie didn’t know where to start. “I don’t understand. The last time I saw you was -”

“When you and Danny stabilized me, I know,” Dani interrupted. She played with the fibers of the carpet absently. 

“That was like, years ago,” Valerie said. “And that was the one time we ever really interacted. I haven’t even seen you the few times you’ve come around to say hi to Danny.”

Dani’s face flushed green. “If it helps, I was only really passing through. His portal is so much easier to use than random natural portals, you know? I’ve been trying to learn how to make my own, but it’s… definitely slow going.”

“I’m still confused, though. Why now? Why haunt me?”

The green in Dani’s cheeks burned brighter. “I… well, it’s just - I was back in town, you know, I - I wanted to stick around Amity Park a little longer this time, but Danny was really busy when I got into town and all, and I didn’t want to bother him, and - and I knew you were still here too, so I kindasortamaybe looked you up and came to say hi?”

Valerie’s brow knitted together. “Dani, it’s been nearly four weeks since you left that first message.”

“I know!’’ the hybrid said, throwing her head back in exasperation. “I’ve just been… shy, you know? It’s - I mean, like you said. Back when you stabilized me was really the only time we ever interacted with each other. I didn’t know how to… I don’t know, approach you, I guess? And not make it all awkward?”

“Not to be rude, but I think haunting me for weeks on end definitely makes things more awkward than just knocking on my door and saying hi,” Valerie said. She shifted her position. She didn’t have the heart to tell the poor girl that she was definitely feeling awkward right now.

“In my defense, I haven’t exactly had the most social interaction to learn from.” Dani’s tail flicked anxiously. “And I was just - I got so nervous, ‘cause I didn’t want to freak you out, or - or mess it up, and… Ugh!” She paused, took a deep breath, then continued, “I freaked out that first day, and then the second time… and every time after that. Soon it just got to be easier to talk to you indirectly, you know?”

“But why me? I still don’t get why get all nervous in the first place.”

Dani buried her face in her hands. “It’s ‘cause - ugh, I mean, the whole reason is embarrassing in the first place!” Her green blush was creeping towards the tips of her ears. 

“Valerie,” she said. She visibly tensed, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “I… I never forgot what you did for me. Er, what you and Danny did for me. But… but you especially. If it hadn’t been for you, I’d be a puddle of goop in Vlad’s lab still. Just the fact that you… put aside things to work with Danny, put aside things for me, it…” she trailed off.

Valerie’s gaze softened. “I guess I didn’t know how important that was to you,” she said, feeling her own face grow warm. “It’s not such a huge deal, I don’t think. It was the right thing to do.”

Dani cracked one eye open. “Saving my life? If anything’s a huge deal, it’s absolutely that.”

The huntress rotated her foot on the ground. “Is… is that why you think I’m cool?” she all but whispered.

“Ancients,” Dani said as she buried her face in her hands again. “You’re cool. How lame am I?”

Valerie let out a little laugh. “If it makes you feel any better, I thought it was sweet. And the roses were kind of nice too, even if them suddenly appearing in my apartment was a bit freaky.”

This time, Dani’s intangibility glitched from embarrassment. “Stars above,” she whispered. “I swear, it worked on this one show I saw once. Then again, it was in Hungarian, and that’s definitely a little rusty for me…”

“Hey, it’s okay, really. I ended up liking them a lot! I even still have the frosted one in my freezer.”

“Oh please tell me Danny doesn’t know about that one, I’m never gonna live this down!”

This time, Valerie laughed for real. “Alright, tell you what: I’ll make sure he forgets about it, but you have to do something for me first.”

Dani popped out of view and reappeared in the next instant closer to Valerie. “Pleasepleaseplease!” she begged. “I’ll do anything!”

Valerie’s grin grew mischievous. “You gotta actually ask me out for real.”

Dani fell through the floor.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #danny phantom valerie #valerie gray #danny phantom fanfic #hannah writes #dani phantom #vengeful babes #what is it with me and flustered romances lol

[dolly-macabre]

⚙️ 𝕶𝖑𝖔𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝟐𝟓 ⚙️

ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡

After that final battle in aotd

Thank you for letting me include Ceelie, @gointothevvater

Dolly lays on her stomach, surrounded by snow and ice, her cheek pressed into the cold.  Her body is in shambles. Salacia had swatted her right out of the sky despite her intimidating offense. The things she’s witnessed today are hard for her to wrap her mind around.  Between her nemesis’ transformation and his demise at the mouth of the water god. And the fans! They came through for them. Without them, the battle would’ve gone much differently.

“We did it,” she gasps, a rough cough following, blood spattering across the white blanket below her. 

She lifts her head enough to see the sun is shining bright once more and she can hear the fans cheering.

“We really did it…” She feels the tears begin to well up and roll down her frozen face. 

Just then, she can hear Nathan’s voice speak over everyone, “I, uh, have something to say.” 

But the crowd continued to chant for their saviors.

“Shut the fuck up for one second!”

The crowd is still now. 

“Well, he’s still as eloquent as ever,” Dolly says to herself, just barely audible. A chuckle rumbles in her chest, but she can’t seem to catch her breath. She can feel herself fading, she has no clue to where, but she wasn’t going to miss what Nate had to say.

“I wanna say… Thank you. I mean, you’re not just the fans, you’re… My God, you are the Army of the Doomstar!” The revelation must have just come over him. “Holy shit! I’m just putting that together. I mean, you were always the Army of the Doomstar, and you were always right in front of me. And I just didn’t see it. I mean, sure, our relationship can get tricky, but you were always there for us. I mean, holy fucking shit!”

That earns another giggle from Dolly. Nathan is such a sweetheart at his core. She’s always known this, but the fact that the fans get to see this side of him in this light brings her insurmountable joy. 

“And I’m sorry I tried to break up with you. But you came when we needed you most. And I just realized something else. Oh, boy.” Nathan could hardly contain himself. “My family, my band, all of us. This! This is the Great Reuniting!”

The crowd begins to erupt into applause once more. Dolly coughs up a huge clot of blood, but all the while she’s smiling, sobbing at this point. This was everything they’d been fighting for. It was finally over. She rests her head back down on the snow and begins to drift off in peace.

“Thank you! What a fucking day! Right?” Nathan adds.

“You’re right about that, bud…” As everyone delights in the reverie of their victory, Dolly’s eyes close, and in that moment, she swears she feels her soul leave her body.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

Limping her way across the battlefield, St. Cecilia looks out across the casualties. So much bloodshed in the name of their saviors. She catches a glimpse of pale skin and black hair blowing in the winter breeze up ahead.

“No! Not her. Please not her.” She picks up her pace as fast as she can muster, tripping over bodies here and there. As she approaches the body, it becomes more and more obvious that it is her. Her dear friend, Dolly. St. Cecilia kneels, gently turning Dolly over so she’s on her back. The tears begin to build up as she stares down on Dolly's gaunt face. “Dahlia,” she whimpers.

Just then, she sees a puff of warm breath exhale from her nose.

“She’s alive!” St. Cecilia rejoices, loading her friend on her back to carry her to shelter. 

“For a tiny thing you sure are heavy, love,” she teases as though Dolly can hear her “Let’s get you out of the cold, yeah?”

#kloktober2023 #mtl oc #dahlia birkett #dolly macabre #st. cecilia jameson #dethklok #aotd #my mtl #dollym.writing

[othmuses]

darkness scattered through the dim view of the dingy solo level apartment window. the blistering pelt of rain ricocheted off the glass in tandem. the cacophony echoing in rhythm with each thunderous roar of his heart pounding against his chest. nathan scott was in love. more than in love. each fiber of his body was made up solely of haley james. each waking thought, sleepy daydream, and consuming conversation had some inkling of her in it. yet how could he admit that he was falling for his once well acquainted tutor who fell under false pretenses? his plan of a takedown to his half brother didn’t necessarily go without a hitch. it had it’s hiccups, of course. payback for all he had worked for — or should he say, his father worked for, as he so liked to recall — that was soon foretold to be taken away. his plans of being tree hill high’s shining basketball star with all others faltering to the dust. the relationship with said brother was knowingly nonexistent in the small town gossip train grapevine. middle aged mothers flocked at the chance of assessing old, matured wounds with their sharp, twisted words. all his life, nathan had been told of the tow headed subject that paralleled his world in every single way. the only difference is dan scott was a driving force in his life, where as lucas had the shockingly fair life from the younger sibling’s point of view. it was anything but a cake walk navigating the self centered point in the solar system known as his dad. and if there wasn’t compliance, there were consequences. it was all details that were collected into the wider picture. the praise and satisfaction that lacked in the scott family.

and yet, here he was. breath to breath with the honey haired beauty whom he had entrusted with his heart. it hadn’t always been this way. prior to meeting the five-foot-four-inched best friend of his half brother, nathan was anything if not a self proclaimed jerk. his exterior had hardened as his father before him, unabashed to do much other than take the easy road. a jock to his core, he carried himself with the fragile ego that most were painted with when looking to anyone labeled an athlete. and with a sport to spill into his cup, it left next to nothing for his academics. a loophole, or so it would seem. it was nearly a match made in heaven that lucas’ best friend was one of the smartest individuals in their grade. as he sauntered into the tutoring center, feigned bewilderment followed in the crease of his eyebrow as he called out, “hey, you must be haley,”

and that, was the beginning of the rollercoaster his emotions had taken him to now. she had been his aid in mathematics, english, history; and when it came down to it, love. many months in the past half year he recollected the dawns memories of entangling with the bleach blonde curls, cherry chapstick, curved jaw of one peyton sawyer. if there was an award for the boyfriend of the year, he would have won in spades. on opposite day. two years of a catastrophic relationship that ended just how is started. a failure. the knowledge of his battered ways has weighed heavy on his heart as of late. how in the hell did she put up with his pungent ways for so long? nathan wasn’t sure. what he was sure of, in the very least, was how he felt for haley. confessing the love to her that was paired with kisses shared in the rain. the cool edge of the raindrops simmered the flames that were ignited in the depths of his chest. i want to be somebody worthy of being with you, he said. not a single syllable of a fib uttered. somehow, within the matter of minutes they had migrated from outside to the four walls of his apartment. which led to the present. eager hues drank in his opposite like a tall glass of water, within the boundary that was set of no return. nathan scott wasn’t a virgin. that was a known fact. it seemed every student at tree hill high school had knowledge of such. and with that knowledge was also that of not pursuing haley in a manner she didn’t consent to doing. the tanned teen was crafting certain perspective that entailed obeying the wishes of his tutor. no pressure, no impulse.

there he laid, hovering in delicate fashion over the silhouette of his girlfriend’s stature. the harsh light of the pitch black sky was scarcely lit with the thrum of lighting that crackled in the sky every so often. but he didn’t need the gift of sight to know how stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful haley was. drips of residual raindrops trickled off the fringe of his hair, popping into the pleats of the covers on his bed. they were wet from the rain, soaking even. and still, the teen couldn’t find a single flaw found in her. the best of brokenness between kisses led him to gaze with euphoric stamina, each breath he inhaled as dark eyes fluttered open to meet what he knew to be her own pair. rotund fingertips spread along the flush of her cheek to the bend of her ear, tucking wet strands of hair behind. his nose brushed carefully along the tip of her own, the lightest of touch before the words that flooded through his conscientious shattered into the atmosphere like a bang of a gong. “i could love you forever, haley james…” it began, forehead to her own now, the warmth of each breath she drew hitting his cheek in an intoxicating force. so this was love. where every morsel of mind body and soul swirling together like the bleat of rain now ignored in the background. where everything felt right despite the outside world had no influence of what was had in the right now.

#hey baby i think i wanna marry you.

[wheatley-imagine-scenarios]

Hungry

Rick: My hungry ass could not be a brain surgeon.

Nathan: ... What do you mean?

Rick: ...

Nathan: What do you mean by that??

#rick #rick adventure core #fact core #nathan fact core #portal #portal 2 #incorrect quotes

[zvlkxi]

I couldn't find your Twitter. Will text here.

You have no idea how much I love your bots, at least Ithaqua one. When I was disappointed in my favorite bot author, I had a very sad or mad aftertaste and I was looking for something worthwhile and canonically for a very long time. I had a whole list of bots and almost all of them disappointed me, and then I found two of your bots.

Your bots? Your writing style?

Holy Lord, it's magnificent. Perhaps, I may sound like I'm exaggerating, but in creating bots I see as much work as in creating a book or a character for a book. I don’t want to sound... weird, but I have a way of vividly feeling the atmosphere of things (autism core). And your bots just perfectly convey the necessary atmosphere. It's like I'm reading a very good old book when I roleplay with my oc and your bots.

Without wanting to sound even weirder than I already am, Thank you for your work.

If it's possible, may I ask for Nathaniel Norwell bot, not Nebu one, but Nathan from Ithaqua canon lore?

Thank you again.

I hope you don't mind me answering with a post! But thank you a lot, I appreciate the support and this actually made me really happy.

I've been busy with school lately so I didn't make any new bots for almost a month. Since my break is coming soon I might publish 3-4: a Helel one, Fredrick COAVII, a Luca one and the Nathaniel one. Anyways my twitter is @zvlkxi, just like here, but if you can't find it I could always add you first. It should be linked in my bot with socials though.

The whole reason why I started to make bots was the fact that I would always find... rushed bots? Like they were probably badly coded and/or they were just a mere phrase as a greeting. I wanted to find bots that would write a lot and would stay true to canon, so I started making them. I haven't really written before so I'm still learning, I'm so thankful for all the support I've received, even if it was a few people in my google doc or some people that dm'ed me on here. It really motivates me and helps me a lot!! So thank you again. ♡

[romegaketh]

ceelia & jessica being equally inevitable products of the fairborn state is sooo good. like you have this nice(ish) lady who feels really bad when she sees bad stuff happen! and then you have this unrepentant monster who only makes things worse! and they are, guess what, the same. there's no good product of the fairborn state (only annalise, who steps outside it, because she rejects it wholly and utterly from the first possible moment; and she's able to do that because of privilege and power, but that's a whole other story). to me it really feels like... fascism is the violence enacted on the colony enacted upon the metropole, lol.

like... the nicest possible version of this police state produced weapon still put a kid in a cage and tormented him for eight months based on ????? (white supremacy), was still the face of the constant surveillance that wrecked nathan's childhood (and probably jessica's if ur being generous to jessica). her redemption is inextricable from her death. bjorn and ceelia both make such desperate appeals to order/authority - they're so sure that there is a due process, that civility can make a correct narrative out of horrific violence. ceelia has real and understandable trauma! but the slaughter she witnesses as a child is, unbeknownst to her/not present in her memories of the event, marcus' counter to the cultural murder that the "peace accords" demand from the blood witches as a people. ("assimilation declaration" is not subtle stuff, lol.)

ceelia's ability to thoughtlessly murder blood witches locates itself outside the people she knows and cares for. when she's asked to spend time with nathan - when she grows to love him - it falls apart. but, crucially, and unlike a lot of these shows, ceelia isn't excused for the cruelty she participated in. before the final fight she explicitly tells nathan that the fairborn battle was worthless and evil. she dies knowing that the person she thought was building a world worth living in was a genocidal maniac with zero respect for life. she dies implicitly telling nathan that blood witches were always good.

jessica is to me such a fucking great and compelling character because without ever excusing her actions or the fact that she chose to commit to them (and they are BONKERS, and she ALWAYS has another option) it is always excruciatingly clear that every. single. thing. she does comes from the way the state made her. instead of finding solidarity in her relationship with nathan, that relationship is corroded and tarnished by his construction as monstrous, which is supported/codified by every aspect of her society; she identifies with the ~ruling class~, literally changes her shape to get away from the association with nathan and marcus. (and the class connotations of this are also zippy - jessica is poor! her "way out" is the military!) her fucked up relationship with soul? replacing the "step-dad" who prevents her assimilation into the fairborn corps. even her relationship with kieran is assimilation - both sexual (contra her dead mother) and social (a path into the upper class).

jessica freaks everyone out not because she's violent but because she is willing to enact that violence on their people, in their home. her core beliefs are ceelia's core beliefs: that the blood witches are an existential threat to the fairborn, that anything that you have to do to stop them, you do it. she's ceelia with less leather on.

#the bastard son & the devil himself #the bastard son and the devil himself #it's such a great show about systems baybee #and why it bangs and bangs and bangs that annalise's power is to blow systems the fuck up #tbstdh spoilers

[fioras-resolve]

I started Zero Time Dilemma! Here are my notes.

-So like, up front, this is a very different game from VLR or 999. Its intro starts not with an escape sequence, but with a choice. This sets the stage for what this game is Really about, and it's definitely a shift. It might turn out to be a lot for me, as someone who's not used to decisions as core gameplay

-The fact it's all an autoplaying cutscene gives ZTD a very different vibe from previous Zero Escape games. Not sure if I like it, but I might like it soon.

-So like, okay. After doing some cursory research, this game was inspired by Telltale's "The Walking Dead." It's a more cinematic experience, to appeal to the West. The thing is that Telltale had been doing games like this for a decade, and also clearly had more of a budget. So while Zero Time Dilemma being able to have actual shot composition is cool, the characters animate less than characters animate in a Telltale game, or in previous Zero Escape games for that matter.

-SHE SAID AMONG US, SHE SAID ZERO IS AMONG US LET'S FUCKING GO

-God the redesigns of pre-existing characters for this game are so fucking funny. ZTD!Phi feels fucking engineered to be hot, her design shows less skin than Alice or Lotus but manages to feel so much more horny. Although maybe that's just my tastes.

-Oh my god the choice to remix songs from 999 as well as VLR is inspired. VLR already straight-up reused songs from 999, but there's some songs remixed from 999 that didn't show up in VLR. Love that! Genuinely, it's cool.

-Wait so is Diana actually American? Or is she just a redhead with blue eyes for aesthetic reasons?

-Oh my god Carlos is the most Nathan Drake-ass White Guy to ever be put into a Japanese game. He's got the face, jacket, the voice, the Blonde White Dude Haircut. I love that Zero Time Dilemma's new wacky creatures after VLR's GOLM and Zero III are just white people. (Please ignore this if being a Latino turns out to actually be part of Carlos's character)

-So the big thing is that even though this is cribbing from The Walking Dead, its time travel mechanic means that I'm exploring possibilities more than living with my decisions. Although I am VERY early on still, I haven't even gotten to an escape room yet! Speaking of,

-I have not gotten to an escape room yet. What the fuck? That's usually the start of the game! Instead the game starts me off with the decision mechanic and the fragment of time stuff.

-Oh my fucking god, titty physics? In a game where the characters are animated this little? Mira is this game's scantily clad big-breasted woman, and this game immediately services the fans.

-I mentioned Phi's design earlier, and I've gotta say it feels like these character designs were all intended to be either relatable or titilating to a western audience. Like yes, Mira, Akane, and Phi are all different brands of hottie, but there's also Carlos, aka the most Video Game Guy ever, there's Eric, who's just some dude, and also Sigma is also looking incredibly Mid-2010s Western Game Protagonist too. And Diana is the first playable female character in Zero Escape so I feel like she is designed to be at least a bit relatable to femme audiences.

-I love how this is literally just Saw. "Each of your rooms has a small yellow button. Pushing it will let you escape, but send a shower of hydrogen flouride to the other rooms, killing them. The early bird gets the worm." This rules.

-I remember playing 999 and VLR and feeling like they were kind of bloodless, despite all the blood and death. The thing is that in those games, I almost never had to live with the consequences of causing someone else's death, in a way that wouldn't also be causing the death of the entire group. You know, a Game Over. But here, living with the consequences of causing someone else's death is the entire gimmick of the narrative. It's horrifying! I love it. Since this is Zero Escape there's prooooobably gonna be a relatively bloodless True Ending, but the fact that I don't know if that's true here is definitely worth commending.

-I also love how extremely straightforward the gimmick is here, there's no Ambidex Game or Digital Root to deal with here, you just decide who to kill and when.

-Okay I know that fact-checking is anathema to Zero Escape's mystique but I refused to believe that the Sleeping Beauty Problem wouldn't be solved at this point, that's a mathematics thing, there's no way they just don't have an answer yet. So I check on Wikipedia, and apparently yeah, it's still open for debate! Shit! Wonder if this'll still be true in 2028 when the game takes place!

-…Yeah, this is definitely a game I'm gonna have to play in spurts. I'm kinda surprised, for a series that's always been about deadly games, just how much darker this one is. I kinda like it a lot, but it's definitely a lot to have to go through.

#zero escape #zero time dilemma #ztd spoilers #zero escape zero time dilemma #angie's notes

[aeronics]

thank u for the tag @fizzy-watches-dps :)) this is the first time ive been tagged in one of these sorry about the wack formatting it needs to look good to appease my little monkey pea brain top 5 books: lord of the flies, wuthering heights, cant think of any others rn

top 5 shows/movies: dead poets society, midsommar, little miss sunshine, the batman [2022] [are you seeing the paul dano theme yet], there will be blood, dont hug me im scared

fav movie genre: idk the weird slice of life ones that have no point like little miss sunshine or just psychological horror

top fandoms you're in: dead poets society, south park ig, some of the og lets play youtubers (markiplier, jse, etc.), life is strange 1+2, metal family

top fandoms you’d like to join: scp foundation stuff, the welcome home arg

top artists you listen to: abba, ghost, gorillaz, la dispute, crywank, wilbur soot's old music, msi [i dont support their actions at all]

top songs currently: to be alone with you - sufjan stevens, voulez-vous - abba, tous les mêmes - stromae

a song that describes you perfectly: iris - goo goo dolls

top music genres currently: [according to spotify stats] rock, pop, permanent wave, indie, modern rock

favourite music genre: oh god idk uhhhh id just say rock if i had to pick

love language you're most comfortable giving: acts of service

love language you like receiving: physical touch, quality time

favourite aesthetics: liminalcore?? grunge, gross boyish boy things idk how else to word that [maybe transmasc-core]

characters you kin: stephen meeks [dead poets society], kinda charlie dalton [dead poets society], ches [metal family], richard cameron [dead poets society, listen i have my reasons], red guy [dhmis], nathan prescott [lis], max caulfield [lis], dwayne hoover [little miss sunshine], todd anderson [dead poets society], scott tenorman [south park, idc he listens to radiohead too], michael/tall goth [south park]

fav colour and why: grey, nice n neutral and chill or red bc it looks good on everything

interests i would like to talk about: just random obscure facts i have collected [..whales sometimes explode when they die], also the dark web, also morbid history things, also dead poets society and how we were robbed of the deleted scenes, also the 4th dimension, also philosophy and politics

fav animal/s: raccoons, cats, basking sharks

favourite season: summer or winter i can never decide

favourite weather: sunny with a breeze or violent thunder and lightning

sixteen personalities type: intp-t

mtg colour quiz results: planeswalker of the jeskai way, a combination of blue, red, and white apparently

kinda not serious fears: baby birds opening their mouths to be fed [its fucking horrific]

random tags [sry if u have already been tagged!]: @elistudies @springlikesmile @taciturnpoet @pinkobsessedfreak @dpsthinker and anyone else who wants to

[avelera]

Well I'm finally caught up on all of Ted Lasso. There were many, many puzzling writing choices and really the only question in my mind is what behind the scenes drama led to them. It was a beloved ensemble piece in dire need of a central story spine and/or plot to actually attach itself to and I remain incredibly puzzled as to why it never found one. I will likely never think about the show in any great depth again, which is a shame, because after season 1 it was one of my most anticipated. It's not bad. It's just, in my opinion, too in love with its own legend.

As for people who feel jerked around by all the "clues" that never materialized, alas. I get you but I also feel bad that the audience got strung along like that, because there was never any "there" there.

The fact is, most mysteries in a show aren't a scavenger hunt to the extent that you need to compare how certain frames were shot to "confirm" a romance.

In a standard mystery, there's really 3 (or 4, if you count re-watchers) audiences that are being written for. 1 is those way ahead of the curve - those are the ones being rewarded by close attention to detail like comparing frames side by side or color symbolism or what have you. The second is the core audience, people who are following the signs such that they're usually one step ahead of the characters in-universe. As a writer, this is your sweet spot, the people you want to please the most, the attentive good-faith viewing audience. Then 3 is people who are just sort of there for entertainment, they're not trying to solve your mystery, they'll figure out who the murderer is when you flat-out tell them.

The problem with trying to say that this or that subtle "sign" was secretly hinting at a certain ship becoming canon is that part 2 of the audience was never addressed. There was no, "This frame matches the first time they met!" "This scarf secretly spells out his name!" follow by actual longing looks or an actual date between the two characters. Stories aren't scavenger hunts. Such pleasures might be added as flavor, but even a mystery novel will eventually tell you who the murderer was. And frankly, by the time we got to episode 8/12 (or much sooner, to be honest) the pacing just didn't work anymore for all the anticipated actions to happen, unless they happened in one big blowout in the final episode, but even that pacing was lacking.

Frankly for me, more that Tedbecca, the greatest disappointment was a complete lack of Nathan Shelley arc. Seriously, what the fuck? So many beats of the show seemed crafted to be part of Nate's arc, yet we never saw him coach? We never saw anything but his odd B plot redemption romance, but there was no A plot villain act for it to follow. It was so very odd. I don't understand if it was behind the scenes drama, or budget, or they just decided Nate didn't need a villain arc before he could get a redemption one? It was so odd because he felt like the actual A plot of the season, the rivalry of the prodigal son vs. Ted. But it never materialized. I was puzzled and rather disappointed and deeply confused as to how a whole show season could be written without an A plot. It was nothing but sequel scenes and emotional beats. It was so very, very odd. I'm assuming by the end it was just an ego vehicle for Sudeikis or something. Probably the loss of the second showrunner played a big part. But it was a shame.

Now I want to go watch Spider-Verse again just for a tightly crafted script.

#ted lasso #probably my last ever ted lasso post #ted lasso spoilers

[citadelofmythoughts]

if yang is an indiana allusion, make weiss lara croft. rich, troubled family life, good at solving puzzles and an iconic ponytail. put her in the modern lara outfits tho no tiny shorts. ruby can be nathan drake from the uncharted games, a killer parkourist and "quick-witted and immensely lucky in the face of danger" according to his wiki. i know you have an idea for blake already but i also like her being a combo of both rick AND evelyn from the mummy. i just like the fact that in rwby they all are representations of famous fairy tales but in this au they could all be representations of famous fictional archeologists.

Not saying this is a bad idea (because honestly it's an AMAZING one) but probably more ambitious than I'm trying to be. This is at it's core a Bees fic with Rubes and Weiss showing up in support roles.

I think a globe-spanning quest for ancient artifacts while fighting off Nazis and their allies (and rival, less ethical treasure hunters) is going to be more than enough to keep me busy.