#Am I aware that I could have chosen a different scene to better show the bridge with the kuroada

[granulesofsand]

What would the differences in programming be in someone who was higher up in a group vs lower if you are aware? I have trouble finding info on this.

Also in some groups is there specific programming/abuse used to train certain children for the role of a programmer or handler or kind of more in charge? What could that look like? I know most people exposed to RA have been forced to abuse others so I am talking about if someone was specifically being groomed to specifically become a programmer or a higher up member of the group.

Differences in Programmed Roles

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, programming and deprogramming, torture, trafficking

This is going to vary by group, but I can give some examples from our cult of origin. I will also assume the group is programming a CDD as opposed to OSDD-2, which does not include alters.

There were/are three paths to get into leadership.

The first is being born into it: your parents are influential or important, there was a prophetic foretelling you fit, someone looked at you and went “that baby looks like a priest”, etc.

The second is growing into it: caregivers notice you’re crafty or cruel or showing signs of leadership qualities, you do well in competitions for power, your programming is well-suited for a particular group role, and so on.

The third is lack of successors: too many kids died before taking on a role, the group was small to begin with, you have traits no one else does at the time they’re needed, that kind of thing.

There are overlaps in the kinds of programming each pathway comes with, and there are places where they blur or become more distinct.

Early Start

A child born for or sorted early into a role will have different torture experiences. This could look like more extreme torture in early life, more use of fancy equipment, or more double binds and catch-22s to convince the child they belong in the position or have the desired trait.

The tricks used for these trainings include more coerced perpetration, intricate arrangements of the system and higher ups, and more splitting to keep trauma memories away from internal authorities.

Subsystems were extra common for these kids in our group. The perps needed higher ups who thought they were living the good life while still keeping them in check and adding more layers of backups. Inner children were present in many adult alters, but the shell of the subsystem rarely knew of any such others.

They got a lot of conditioning to stamp out empathy and encourage that creative cruelty programmers function off of.

Leadership roles intended to be used in ceremonies or in ‘knowledgeable’ positions would have more training to view themselves as above and continue learning, while those who arranged meetings or kept money might have more fear and self-preservation as a base.

The extremes were also more visible in those kids, and eventually the adults they became. Their cover alters could be absolutely clueless while their workers orchestrated large events behind the scenes. Higher ups would be either godly or almost naive, and the trauma-holding alters behind them were terrified and skittish.

Many children are told they are ‘chosen’ or ‘better’ in some way to keep them behaving, but the variations on how far a group goes with each child matters. Some of those kids are rebellious and being ‘tamed’, others are perfect candidates who stay long into adulthood.

In Childhood

Kids, or sometimes adults, who were routed in later had different bases. Some of them might have been intended to fill a different role and so undergo restructuring. Others have organic systems who are arranged for the abusers’ benefit. Some were programmed for one thing and ended up fitting better in this role.

These systems might be simpler compared to same-age peers. Often they are led on with praises and rewards to entice particular alters into loyalty. Tortures might be worse, harsher and longer-lasting to recover lost time.

Most leadership roles were filled by kids placed in around 4-7 years old. They usually had other branches started, some of them still in use, and were a safe bet for perps because they had time to get to know the system and program fine details.

By 8-12, children were taking on more practical responsibilities. They may have some branches still open, and each will be in active use, if a bit lower-risk in tasks. Rank changes were more common around here because children were becoming more cognizant of their surroundings. Some were placed lower for inability or resistance, others rose up through demonstration of skill.

Different ≠ Better

It’s important to know that every system was hurt badly to create their programming. Children with rank early on might have had luxuries, but that didn’t mean it was better.

They might have been guaranteed longer lives or only received punishment behind closed doors, but neither of those options are truly worth their cost.

Plenty of systems have this divide internally as well, the ones who didn’t suffer or didn’t believe they were suffering and the ones who did.

Alters in this stage may be told they are gaining higher knowledge, getting closer to a deity, or achieving power. Those things might have been true to the alter, but don’t hold up in safe environments.

It takes support for those wounds to heal, and the system can’t function healthily if internal programmers are still enforcing training or punishers are still doling out torture. It may take them longer, especially if they’re integrating with subsystem members, to get to a point of understanding.

Later Life

Age 13 was important for our group, some mix of fundie traditions and the satanic-pagan mix they created, and this was when formal inductions into roles began. They usually didn’t fully take over the position, but they became eligible to do so if the opportunity arose.

Few children were herded in at this point, usually only if there were no other options of any age. Adults or teens getting slapped into a role was more common, especially when there were no options or they had been a runner-up.

They were rarely given the same apprentice-role, instead moving in after a death or absence of the last occupant. If the previous system was only away for a short while, they would likely be substituted with their younger trainees. Longer leaves followed by return would fall to older members, as would positions with no young option.

Older members suddenly placed would receive intensive torture and programming for longer than a pre-trained member. They got neither the privilege nor the freedom from expectation, and accidental deaths were proportionally more frequent.

Across the Board

All these systems would be programmed with Delta-Zeta sets (violence-desensitization). Most would get some strong degree of Gamma (loyalty) and Eta (neverending abuse) keep them feeling responsible to the group. Our group used a lot of heavy Theta (ideology) programs to make higher ups feel important and imbued with meaning.

Less obedient commanding roles might have emphasis on Chi (callback) programming and Alpha (base/access) cues to allow a handler to switch in relevant alters.

The conditions and details are very different between roles, but they are all tortured and controlled to the extreme.

Our System

For us, we had pathways kept from around 5 up until we found ourselves out of the group for programming and ritual roles. We were lucky to have less visible damage to our body, but torture was still dangerous and left us permanently disabled.

There were more large ceremonies around us specifically, and we weigh heavy in programmer and priest(ess) alters. Most notable incidents of punishment were with the family group only, and our following absence was explained as sickness or a short trip even to the larger cult.

There was versatility in how we were used until we were 10, and even afterwards we were trafficked and taking other pathway roles. There was less of everything after 13, but still heavy programming that only faded after we moved away, and that isn’t completely gone.

Probably we’ll be stuck getting pulled in for reprogramming until we escape and deprogram to the fullest possible. The group we came from does harass ‘traitors’, but rarely continue physical attacks.

That’s All

I can think of some more differences, but most require details we aren’t willing to share currently. I hope that made some sense, even if your experience is far from ours.

This information is not private, but in the future I feel safer with some indication of common ground, even if only a ‘we’ or ‘couldn’t tell from my/my acquaintance’s group’. It is not required, but it provides background on how much we should explain and what information would be useful.

#ramcoa #tw ramcoa #ramcoa programming #ramcoa system #did osdd #osddid #adaptive system #polyfragmented system #hc did #tw tbmc #tw trafficking

[clownfire]

Spoilers for episode 14 of Prime Defenders, below cut!

I’m totally normal about William turning intangible as he goes into shock, as if he’s subconsciously withdrawing so that he doesn’t have to feel his body anymore, so that he can’t be hurt again. I’m totally normal- 

These last three episodes went for my fucking jugular dude, but I am really excited about the direction things are going! 

FINALLY MORE DAKOTA BACKSTORY YES!! I’d love to learn more about the Doctor and why Dakota specifically was chosen for this. It seems like the -izlys have something cool all written out that they haven’t gotten the chance to bring up before, and trying that together with the Will angst(s) going on was I good segway into that.  It was nice to see the emotional intelligence that Dakota and Vyncent displayed as they tried to console Will, they both went about it in slightly different ways and I’m glad it wasn’t one contributing more than the other.

The statue talk was really interesting, talking about the idolisation of heroes, what makes a ‘hero’ and what are good motivations for being one. Mini-theory time, but I do think the PD are going to go down a vigilante path. Whilst Dakota is a lot more trusting of the hero system than Vyncent or Will, in season one he clearly showed frustration in how restricted their actions were: times where he ignored the warnings and instruction of pro-heroes because he so strongly believes in his moral obligation to save as many people as possible. I could go on way longer about this, but I’ll make that it’s own post.

Now for the GhostKnife confirmation, my first thought was ‘holy shit they’re actually doing this for real’. I have the same sentiment as a lot of people on here who’ve discussed this so far, but having ghostknife be slow-burn leading to an eventual end-game works better for this series (and honestly could tie into that theme Charlie mentioned he wanted to cover in the Just Rolled, but put a pin in that). Will’s got a stupid amount on his plate rn, so I think he’s going to compartmentalise his crush and push it aside for now (but that is going to be difficult with Cantrip around, hoo boy), as it appeared to him that his crush wasn’t reciprocated. The whole scene was the perfect way to canonise and incorporate the relationship into the story proper. Reiterating the status-quo: Awkward tension, Will’s perceived romantic rivalry with Cantrip, and everyone but Vyncent being fully aware of what’s going on. Dakota sending Vyncent out specifically to console Will, recalling the 10 months they spent together. A big dramatic gesture that pushes William to open up and allow himself to be physically and emotionally vulnerable again, mirroring the scene in season one where Vyncent fell in the gymnasium and Will tried to catch his fall. William reaches out to make the first move, and his hesitation and shame stop him from committing to the kiss. Progress has been made - William made a genuine attempt to make the first move - but this is totally in character for the both of them for where they are emotionally right now. However, while Vyncent is currently unaware of Will’s feelings for him, this scene makes it evident how completely he trusts Will, and how deeply he values him and their relationship. 

Getting back to that pin. In the Just Rolled for this episode, Charlie mentioned a theme that he wanted to explore with William that they haven’t covered in the show before. My best guess would be shame (or fear in general); William is ashamed of his powers, and his use of them is very limited, especially after Ashe’s disappearance. He doesn’t understand why and is abhorred by how his powers affect his body and make him different from other people. This shame could be extended to his crush on Vyncent. I don’t know if the crew would be willinging to discuss homophobia, biphobia, and potentially religious trauma in their silly-goofy superhero podcast to any extent, but William could be afraid of ‘ruining his friendship’ with Vyncent, or feel - with Will’s self-esteem as low as it is - that he doesn’t deserve Vyncent.

Anyways, that was an essay and a half. A lot happened.

#jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi dakota #jrwi william #ghostknife #jrwi theory #its like will was engineered in a lab to be painfully relatable #biphobia mention #homophobia mention #religeous trauma mention

[moontheoretist]

Andor starts small. To the point that the first 4 episodes may be even hard to get into if you didn’t have the resolve to push through. But it steadily becomes bigger and starts hyping you up pretty well around the middle of the story (almost like a movie). I have my issues with the show. One of them being the fact that there are still not as many women in the Galaxy as I would like to see, but the show definitely does better than any other one before it when it comes to the female representation (as long as you are willing to settle on not asking why there are not many black women there). By all means and purposes, I see it as a good thing that Andor tries to do better with representing people. It is a sign that maybe step by step franchise will change, but I won’t hold my breath, because one show that tries harder than the others doesn’t mean the next one will try to do the same. We have to always be vigilant and not let them think that giving people the bare minimum that should be there from the start, that should be at point 0 of the norm, instead of the point 100, is enough to satisfy us.

It’s ok to like Andor, but it is also ok to be angry that it pushes only to a certain point. Anyway, what I wanted to talk about isn’t that, but I had to mention it nonetheless, so people would stop badgering me that I am unfair to Andor when my argument is about the franchise as a whole, not one show specifically. Andor is just convenient to mention, because it is the most recent show we got, and it has useful visuals and scenes that can be used to illustrate the points of the argument that expose the issues that this franchise had since 1977.

What I wanted to point out, and which I saw online magazines like The Mary Sue already point out, Andor is different from Mandalorian or Kenobi, because it doesn’t just show us the glimpses of the fight against the Empire or very redundant vision of it rallied around one hero that is “the chosen one”. It shows us all the gritty reality of the rebellion and how Luke Skywalker was not some god that ended it all. He was part of the net of actions that were taken long before he even appeared. He had a task, and he did that task splendidly, and he lived to see the outcome of it, but many did not. People who put years of their lives and sacrificed everything to see the Empire fall, did not get that privilege, and Andor shows it in the Prison Break Arc specifically. Some of those people didn’t make it. They hoped to leave for so long, and they died trying, and we don’t even know how many made it back except Cassian and his friend (also can I point out that it was a friendship forged in anger, fear and pain? I never saw Cassian get on with someone so quickly as he got with his inmate friends, he was always the mistrustful and careful one, so you can probably guess how impactful that image is). Rebellions are not fairy tales. They are not some heroic stories in which everybody gets a happy ending, because heroes journey said they do. Rebellions are messy, and there is no morality to them. If anybody tries to tell you that there are moral and amoral things to do during the Rebellion, they are not aware of the reality of the Rebellion itself. There will be sacrifices. There will be heinous acts committed for the sake of justice and freedom, and all of it is needed so at the end there could be people who still live to see another day, the day without their oppressors. The day they can smile knowing it is all over, and not think about what was the price for that new-found peace. Still, as a franchise, Star Wars fails to do one thing constantly. It is true that Star Wars, is a "reflection of our world", but its commentary as a whole is often not visible and often comes off as reinforcement rather than critique. (Or at least did until very recently. Andor serves as a perfect example of a positive change, because I don’t know how to stress it, but some people need it spelled out and said out loud, instead of just hinted at with clever storytelling, that fascism is evil). Just look at all those Star Wars fans who fail to see that Star Wars was always political, and demand it to stop being "woke” simply because they don’t like the fact that there are more women and people of color in the picture now. Their perfect comfort fantasy about fascist regime ruined. Oh, my. How very sad for them.

Anyway, what I was trying to get at since the beginning of this post is that because this franchise is about fighting the baddies, every time it gets continued there must be a new enemy and a new resistance to fight it. It’s an endless war, because it is “Star Wars”. Times of peace are apparently not worth representing in a franchise that is build on showing war (which saddens me because the TV show in which we are shown how hard it is for people to switch from “fighting mindset” to “rebuilding mindset” would be really nice and maybe even helpful to former soldiers, if it showed the struggle and solutions to how to abandon fighting after war is over and put yourself to use in creating a better future). Star Wars as a franchise highlights the circularity of the issue, and lack of steps taken into the direction of progress for positive change that we all see in the real world. But in opposition to the real world where we can only influence the outcome of our future with voting and private endeavors, in SW we could write a natural and progressive change after all those wars, and show that it is possible to break the cycle. At least try to show that each time the Empire comes back under a new name, it is smaller, and needs to adapt to conquer and oppress people again, because each time we became smarter (however unrealistic that may seem to some people, we are able to do that, we just don’t, because we don’t put enough effort into eradication of harmful ideologies and allow them to fester).

Give us some hope for the future. (Is only Star Trek allowed to do it?)

So what SW franchise ultimately fails to notice is that Hitler lost and nothing was the same in history after what he did, to the point that historians declared “an end of history” right there, because it was so horrifying it was unthinkable. (Very convenient of them to blame it on one man and one regime, as if it was not an outcome of hatred that existed long before it. They focused on the scale of it, instead of the true issue - the ideologies of dehumanization that we should have eradicated by now, but still struggle with even in 2022). Regimes still exist, fascists still exist, but the scale is so much smaller than in the case of the Third Reich, which SW uses as their primary influence. We didn’t have any major scale war since WW2, because we started to do something, working to prevent it (with varying success, mind you). SW universe, however, seems like a place where people learn nothing from their own fights. There is no systemic change for the better. No lesson learned. There is just a constant come back from oppressive regime to faulty status quo that breeds another regime, and it keeps ongoing forever and ever, for thousands of years. With no hope at all, even though it could become better if only the story was allowed so.

Star Wars as a franchise is not even allowed to experiment. They are so obsessed with keeping the formula intact that it hurts everything.

#andor #andor spoilers #star wars #star wars critical

[btscarnivalnet]

Headliner Of The Month

Hello, Carnival Goers and Performers alike, please give a round of applause for our Headliner Of The Month: 

Our Wonderful Performer: Val @kookdiaries 

You are our Headliner of the Month!

During this month, we want to showcase your incredible talent and skill and share it with the Carnival! For this month, we want you to pick three fics of yours that you’d like us to showcase, and we also wanted to ask you some questions so we can understand how you write, why and what you want to get across with your fics.

Questions For You:

Three Fics:

Ten Out Of Ten

Just Dance It Off

Bound By Law

When did you start writing fics, and why?

I started writing fanfic in high school, my shared works began with tv shows & movies I was interested in like Teen Wolf, AHS, and HP before moving into bands/musicians like 1D, 5sos, PTV, BVB, etc. I took a break my senior year of high school and my freshman year of college and then one day while scrolling youtube I saw a music video trending of seven insanely talented dancers and singers and immediately picked writing back up again as I got to know BTS more. Writing for me has always been a way to relax after a busy day, it’s comforting and I hope to enjoy it for a long time!

What was your first fic? (provide a link if you want?)

My first fic & blog no longer exist, but the first one I’ve posted here would be Risk It All, a racing fic with Jungkook and Yoongi!

What is your latest fic?

The most recent fic I’ve posted is Bound By Law! It was a piece I wrote for an amazing collab that I was honored to be a part of and I’m super happy with how it turned out!

Why did you choose to write about the fics you have chosen?

Ten Out Of Ten - This fic is special to me, it got me out of a very long writing funk and pushed me through a lot. It started out as something totally different, and was even meant for a different fandom, but when the inspiration finally hit me it felt like a Taehyung fic. I wasn’t sure if I made the right choice by rewriting it, but I’m so glad I did because it turned out even better than I was expecting and I’ve appreciated and continue to appreciate all the love it gets

Just Dance It Off - I’ve always loved the art of dance, I grew up in a low income area and this was never a class or activity offered so I grew up making up my own dances and “performed” them with my cousins. I lived vicariously through YN here because I always thought the dance career could have been interesting life path.

Bound By Law - Lawyer Hobi was consuming my every thought and I knew I needed to write something filthy to satisfy my fantasy LOL. Plus the idea of a naughty little lunchtime rendezvous is delicious. Sounds like a great time to spend a break!

What was the most memorable line for you in each of the fics?

Ten Out Of Ten - Oh my gosh, it has to be the aftermath of the fountain scene, it’s more than just one line but it’s so awkwardly funny and you definitely feel the secondhand embarrassment LOL:

❝ “I considered heading to my class but I just felt too bad,” he says to you before turning to your professor. “It’s my fault her paper is soaked, I mean look at me. I am too. After an unfortunate turn of events - events that neither of us anticipated - it fell in the fountain and so did I. But you can see that…because I’m wet. Wet like water wet, not like the other kind of wet. That would be weird, considering… But probably more awkward than anything though. If I’m being honest. You know, my mother taught me that honesty is the best policy. So that’s what I’m doing here. Being honest…about me…and her paper being, uh, you know, wet…” ❞

Just Dance It Off - This short snippet is from when they’re working on lifts and Jimin keeps dropping her and YN has an attitude about it:

❝ “Get up.” He held his hand out for you and pulled you to your feet. “We need to get this number down, you know how important it is.”

“I’m aware of that,” you hissed, “But it would be nice if you weren’t letting me fall every two seconds.” You rubbed your aching side and tried stretching to see if that eased the pain.

“Just dance it off, you’ll be fine.” Jimin walked over to his stuff along the wall and reached for his water bottle.

You scowled. “Quit being ridiculous and hold me properly. I don’t have teeth anywhere down there,” you said motioning the space between your legs. “You can put your hand where it belongs without worry, you know.” ❞

Bound By Law - I’m a sucker for puns so the ending is one of my favorite parts!

❝ You chuckle lightly as you catch your breath. “If you thought lunch was delicious, just wait until you see what I have planned for dinner,” you say with a teasing wink. “You’ll be stuffed.” ❞

What was your writing process like for each fic?

If I’m being totally honest, all over the place. I wish I was the type of person who had a well-organized system or process in place but I am a wip hopper. I write a couple of lines on one doc and if I get stuck I either skip the scene and come back to it later, or I jump over to another tab and write where I left off with a different wip. I usually have three to four different docs open at a time, and whatever fic I finish first is what I end up editing to post. There’s not really a schedule or anything like that LOL.

What do you hope readers will take away from the fics?

I just hope that readers enjoy the time they spent reading my fics. Time is valuable so knowing that I have so many people that choose to spend time out of their day reading what I’ve spent so much time on means a lot to me. No specific takeaways that I’m purposely hoping for, but if a certain scene sticks with them or a dialogue line makes them laugh then I’m delighted!

Why do you keep writing? What drives you?

I keep writing because I have a lot to say haha, and why not share it? I’m driven by the ideas that wander through my brain and inspire me to write each and every AU that I can. Having my support system of good friends and amazing readers is so appreciated and does wonders for motivating me to write and post!

Any writing goals you’ve recently hit? Any goals that you are planning to hit?

A future goal is a secret project that something that I’ve been working on for two years now, but it’s no where near complete so I’ll have to wait to share more! I’m also about to hit another fic milestone so I’m excited about that, and I can’t wait to celebrate when it happens~

#bcn: headliner of the month #performer: kookdiaries

[tamedstray]

General: 2. 8. 9. 11. Story Related: 17. Romance: 2. 4. 7. (you don't need to do all, I just am obsessed sorry :,D )

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

So I divided this into two sections with a read more, as the story related ask is also romance related. Since I'll be mentioning canons, this is all with the caveat these are just ideas that can be used as inspiration or ignored entirely for something different.

TW suicidal ideation

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

I could easily see several companions mentioning how he is found (gathering ingredients as he considers poisoning himself), either because it shows initiative with handling the infection (Lae'zel) or out of sympathy (Gale). Wyll might see something familiar in his face, but can't place him.       Astarion might not approve of bringing along the private and paranoid man, who could really use a bath. Also, despite looking like a hermit ranger, his clothes are high quality, even if they've seen better days, implying they might be stolen.

What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp?  How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

Wait here: "Are you sure? Alright. I could train? Make sure I'm ready for next time..." Join me: "It would be a pleasure. Lead the way."

Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?

Nothing that severe (probably) but once the camp finds out that Gortash is one of the Chosen Three, there is a potential conflict between Vigor and Karlach over his decision not to attack Gortash years ago.

Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the bar fight after you save the goblin prisoner) 

After helping Oskar Fevras, Vigor will mention hearing about the artist, and possibly meeting him in the past. He will then go on to talk about a gallery showing he once attended in the Lower City, dedicated to a less famous artist who used an impressionist style. Their work moved him more than any displays he had seen in the Upper City, trapped away in manor houses, not as expressions of passion, but merely gauche displays of wealth.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?

If they're open about the urges, he will be concerned but understanding. He isn't hurt, so his own feelings of safety take a back seat while he focuses on keeping them calm, restraining them as necessary. If they do kill him, Vigor will die believing that their relationship was just a trick, all part of his punishment for his past. If he is aware of the urges when he dies, he'll pity his love, knowing their hand is being forced.

Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

The player can flirt with him at the tiefling party to start the romance. Otherwise, he will make a comment in Act II if approval is very high, opening up the opportunity again.

Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?

Someone tell me if this is too similar to a canon character scene, because I have done one play through, and I am not googling every single romance route to check like a methodical pervert. But yes, if he has high approval, Vigor will take the player to a quiet, beautiful spot not too far from the camp. He wants the player to enjoy the view of the river and meadows, share a blanket (completely wrapped up together), and maybe kiss if they feel like it 🥺

What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?

1. When is Vigor happiest? ("Sat by a fire, reading, sharing a blanket with me.") 2. What is his greatest regret? ("Not standing up for himself and doing what's right sooner.") 3. What is his deepest desire? ("To live comfortably with the one he loves." Or, "To wander the lands as a free man.")

#suicidal ideation tw #suicide ideation tw #hc. #thank you T T <3

[thisisafuckingassessment]

POST 21

I'm still sick, maybe it is a bit better, than the past few days. I am forcing myself to sit down and write the assessment, otherwise I won't be able to finish on time. So let's see!

1.3. Evidence The student presents an argument that is based on evidence to explain their design decisions. 

Now I'll talk about the design decisions of project S and how those were based on research and evidence. Our project was the one called "Rewilding disused bridges", the client was Animex International and we created a prototype of a VR experience to make awareness of the importance of the wildlife bridges. During the experience you can see 360 ​​degree photos of different locations where a hedgehog visit. You can see these photos of the human point of view and of the hedgehog point of view. While viewing the environment you will hear a voice over. At the human point of view you can hear a human telling a useful facts about hedgehogs. At the hedgehog point of view you can hear the hedgehog, Bernie telling about his adventure.

Goal: Be aware of the importance of wildlife bridges Our goal is that we would like to make the children/people aware of the danger of a road and the advantage of a wildlife bridge for an animal, to reduce the number of animals killed on the roads. To avoid misunderstandings, we have clearly told Animex that we are not going to redesign their current bridge and that we are making an experience to teach people something. Due to the time we have for the project and because no one in our team is experienced with architecture and not feeling the necessity to redesign the bridge to create an immersive experience.

POV: you are the animal We have chosen to put the user in the point of view of the hedgehog during the experience. This allows the user to reflect on the difference between humans and hedgehog in the areas of sight and hearing. We have learnt from the meeting with Hugh Warwick -expert in hedgehogs- that they have blurry vision and their hearing and smelling are stronger.

VR as a medium At the beginning of the project, we had a strong preference for VR because we thought it would allow us to convey the experience very well. We were all interested in VR as a tool to learn. We already had the plan of an animal's point of view and we think that through VR the 'user' can best experience this. Then after a conversation with our coaches it came out that it is probably not feasible to make a VR 3D built, due to nobody had ever worked with these types of software. We found it more valuable to make a good product that shows the impact well than to make a product that's quality is not quite right and therefore does not fully realize the impact. Therefore we went further with a 2D video and sound because we felt it would reach the same point as a 3D environment. Reflecting on it with input from teachers, we agreed that a video alone does not trigger children enough, because they have a shorter attention span. Together with Code d'Azur we brainstormed on different ways to keep attention and came up with a more feasible solution to use VR: VR imaging.

360 camera To make the experience feasible, we chose to work with a Samsung 360 camera. We could import the images of this fairly easily into the A-frame program and you can look around in 360 degrees in the environment without walking. We've read about the camera's features and rented it from the Hva shop so we could test, if everything worked as it was planned before shooting the scenes.

Storyline From our coaches we have been advised to have a story that attracts the children, what interests them and keeps their attention. We brainstormed with them and felt that a fun story will stick in mind. Lidwien is babysitting a lot, so she had the opportunity to ask the children about their interests.

Voice over Because images don't always say enough and we also want to teach the children something about the hedgehog and the environment we wanted to give some context, we decided to use a voice over. During this voiceover we tell the user a few facts about the hedgehog. There is a voice over during the human POV, where the user can hear useful facts about the hedgehog and the hedgehog POV, where Bernie talks about his journey. Due to the combination of sight, sound and language, the impact comes across very well and you can clearly see the difference between humans and animals.

Sound of highway To properly show the difference between a human and a hedgehog, we want to strengthen or deteriorate the senses of the hedgehogs that are different. Hedgehogs can hear much better and so we want to amplify the sound of the cars so that the impact on us is greater because the difference is greater. This can make the user aware of how scary is to a hedgehog crossing the road.

[gatesmccartney8]

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[zumpietoo]

Moar From Racist....

Ummm....she wanted her friend found and was concerned about her? So Tabs simply seeking results (while Jug’s there making it clear he’s only into HER) means she was mammy matchmaking? Wooooww, who knew? Plus, dude, Tabs was also involved in the investigation AND it played into finding ded Paulie....who knew seeking Jug’s help on something she and Slizzy were already involved with = “pushed together”?

Ummm....that was AA, Tabs wasn’t there, Jug admitted it was his survival fantasy from years earlier, she didn’t remotely save him (and makes no fucking difference) and their “relationship was a strong one”, like a decade ago....Tabi would also be aware that Jug was devastated by the betrayal, miserable and that Slizzy was now a violent, sociopathic cuntwipe who DGAF if he was hurt or ded.

The VM from again, years ago, while clearly wasted and upset at somebody choosing, yet again, to be a horrible person? Followed by a VM to herself (after hitting on her) saying he’s starting to move forward and wants to be with her?

Umm...like, girl, do you realice he actively pursued and chosen Tabitha? If anything, seemingly the “lack of reciprocation” in that moment could’ve been construed on Tabi’s side, NOT Jug’s as he announced she was his and they were gonna be together. 

Ummm.....she was in season five a woman who was always attracted to Jughead (and he to her), who helped him heal, find himself again and helped others? And while what you do or don’t like is irrelevant, now her being helpful is a bad thing? TBF, I didn’t like her helping Slizzy, cuz Slizzy is a dumb cunt (with an abysmal methodology for getting anything accomplished), but that’s different.

Dude, they knew exactly “what to do with her”, because she was cast entirely to be Jug’s GF, while offering the show moar representation....and they had her interact with other characters precisely so peeps would STFU with the “caretaker” bullshit...but, as we see, no matter what they have Tabs do, your racist ass is hellbent on hating her, because she interrupts your fic of Jug resuming Slizzy’s doormat duties.

Ummm....really, Jinkle? And no, it didn’t....also, Jabi are adorable, yet again....so LBR, you simply dislike them for see above. 

The rest is utter bullshit and noooo....dude, Cole dumped PP’s loony ass. He will no longer have romantic arcs with her. The end. 

SUCK IT

Also, LBR.....this literally translates to:

I live in the past, can’t handle that things have evolved past my fanfic world and am a racist. 

Oh and there is no “break up scene upcoming”

Cuz this is me, speaking in fake bad English to try and hide it...

Ummm....Tabs IS Jug’s first choice, I love how y’all ignore that’s canon. And pine for Slizzy to now be his second choice. Plus, currently? Jug’s supposedly slated to die. 

Oh good lord, how utterly disgusting you are....what you “hope” is the gross fic your racist ass wrote.....which, noooo....

A) again, currently Jug’s slated to die. If he wanted Slizzy, he’d pick her. He continues to not do so

B) It’s abundantly clear nothing fucking happens

C) So now Douchie is gonna gossip to Jug’s current GF about HIS current GF’s high school dating life? And somehow this will so horrify Tabi, she’ll run away? Even tho it’s shit she already knew about? 

You could be less of a racist. But I know you won’t. Because Jug deserves way better than Slizzy and has that....and, again, if he’s so “barely in this”, why did he choose Tabitha? Repeatedly?

[zucchan]

THE FAVORITE LOCATION FOR ROMANTIC GESTURES OF AKASO EIJI’S CHARACTERS (with slightly different results)

Adachi Kyoshi & Kurosawa Yuichi (30sai made dotei dato mahotsukai ni narerurashii)

Higuchi Takuya & Sato Ai (Kanojo wa kirei datta)

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[plus-size-reader]

Hack Job

Jerome Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2315 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Jerome comes back from the dead with his face stapled on and she needs to help him put it back

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You were bored.

Gotham was the kind of city where you could never really know what to expect, and you had to be ready for anything. There was always something going on, or going wrong, but tonight, that didn’t seem to be the case.

It was an unusually quiet Friday night, with nothing of note happening, and really, you were glad for it.

Having nothing going on was better than having to deal with the truth.

Since Jerome was killed, nothing had the same gusto as before. You didn’t find anything exciting, or worthwhile and that didn’t seem to be changing anytime soon.

You missed him.

So, rather than think about anything else, you decided to keep doing what you’d been doing all this time. You were going to spend the rest of your life on your couch with a bucket of popcorn and shitty news coverage.

Shitty news coverage all about Jerome.

Evidently, the rest of the world was celebrating the death of the man you loved, even though you were more miserable than you had ever been. You didn’t want to do this whole thing without him.

Even tonight, which started out fairly normal, was dull and dreary.

You had a pint of your favorite ice cream and a spoon, as well as the newest episode of your favorite show, but you couldn't have cared at all.

Nothing was going to make you feel better.

Unfortunately though before you could feel too bad for yourself, all that had to be put on hold when the doorbell of your apartment went off, echoing through the small space like the abrasive chiming of church bells.

“Coming” you groaned, standing from your couch with a groan, leaving the old blanket you had been cuddled up with in your place. You were desperately hoping they would just go away.

You weren’t in the mood for any company but you knew that whoever it was would just keep knocking. In this city, you were painfully aware of everyone who lived around here and they all sucked.

They wouldn’t go away.

...But it wasn’t like something terrible was going to happen.

You had no idea who could be visiting at this hour, but you doubted anyone would try to pull anything on you.

Everyone knew you as Jerome Valeska’s girlfriend so they didn’t dare inflict the wrath of his killer cult, who basically worshiped you as a goddess, even now.

The fact that Jerome was gone wasn’t going to change the way they felt about him, or how they felt about you by proximity. As long as you were alive, everything that Jerome had believed in was alive.

That was all they needed.

However, the moment the door swung open, you knew your ice cream would be long forgotten, left to melt without a doubt. 

After all, the last thing you expected to see on a Friday night was your dead boyfriend but in Gotham you had to be ready for anything.

“Jerome?”

The word came out as a single gasp from the back of your throat, your jaw slack as you tried to collect yourself. All that did, of course, was cause hot tears to spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.

It was weird.

You had never been super emotional, in all your life, but for some reason, this was really getting to you. You couldn’t handle the rush of emotion that hit you as you tried to fathom a million things at once.

Jerome was dead.

You had seen him die, and the coverage of his murder was all over the news. It wasn’t like you’d imagined the whole thing, or forgotten to take your medicine again.

It was real.

Though, before you could get too worked up in that, you pulled Jerome into your body as tightly as you could. You didn’t want him to disappear again, even if you couldn’t figure out how this happened.

It didn’t really matter as long as he wasn’t going anywhere.

You sighed, taking in his scent as deeply as you could just to make sure that he was really here. 

He smelled faintly like formaldehyde but buried beneath all that was his calming scent that a few moments ago, you would have killed to smell again.

Somehow, you’d managed to forget just how much it meant to you.

“Are you real?” you whispered into the crease of his neck. You were no stranger to the odd hallucination in the past, but this was much more than that.

Hallucinating Jerome like this would be far too cruel to handle.

“Course I am” he grinned, pulling you closer before letting go completely, heading inside the apartment as if he owned it, which technically he did. After all, you’d bought it with the money he’d stolen.

The scene that Jerome walked into was hilarious, it was as if he hadn’t even left and you had been waiting for him to return.

The blanket you had been cuddling with was the only thing that was out of place, it had come from his closet, not from your shared bed.

He picked it up and looked back at you in questioning with a smirk dressing his lips. “It smelled like you” you level, shrugging and making your way over to him, before crashing down next to his body on the couch.

It was just like it always was, like it should have been all along.

You let yourself melt into his chest as you crawled into his lap, letting him wrap the before-mentioned blanket around you both as you moved closer.

...but there was one thing that you’d yet to address, and one thing that you needed to talk about.

Jerome wasn’t completely the same as you remembered because as you snuggled into him and let your fingers dance over the skin of his jaw, you were met with the cold chill of metal.

That was certainly new.

You pulled your hand away quickly and looked up at him in shock “What was that?” you whisper, keeping your voice low so as to not disturb the peace. You still hadn’t gotten any answers as to what was happening, but you certainly should have noticed that.

In the dark, it must have skipped your mind. You hadn’t noticed, but now that you had, it was kind of hard to go back to cuddling as if everything was fine.

It definitely wasn’t.

Apparently, Jerome's had his face stolen and as best you could tell, had attempted to reattach it with a staple gun.

“Oh no J, what did you do?” you whined, naturally concerned that he’d made some kind of half-cocked choice that was going to hurt him. He was prone to irrational solutions and you were worried.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment or so as you thought about what you were going to do before you stood from the warm cocoon you’d created on the couch completely.

You had to do something about this.

“How did this happen?” you muttered, taking his hands in your own to lead him to the table where you could get a better look at him. You didn’t really want an answer from him, of course.

It was just more of that nervous prattling you tended to get up to when you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“I did the best I could with what I had” he shrugged, as if there was nothing wrong with the way he had chosen to attach his face. In his mind, he didn’t think that he could have done any better but you knew differently.

It looked like a mess.

“You might as well have super glued it” you teased, sitting him down and getting to work looking him over. It was an absolute chaotic solution to what had happened, and frankly, you weren’t even a tad bit shocked.

The edges of his skin, held together with a few thick staples, were jagged and ridiculous.

“Careful princess, I didn’t exactly have you around to put it back on for me” he chides, admiring your concentration as you studied him. Your tongue peeked out between your lips as you did your best to pick at the staples without hurting him.

They had to come out.

Anything was better than having rusty metal holding your lover’s face on, and you were sure it wasn’t comfortable. As unpleasant as it was to look at, you could only imagine it felt that much worse.

“Stop me if I’m hurting you” you suggested, knowing fully that he wouldn’t. No matter what he was feeling, he was never going to admit that he was hurting. He was never going to do that, not ever.

Instead, all you could do was smile as you looked him in the eye, continuing to pluck at the metal in his face.

“I missed you” Jerome hummed, moving on completely from what you’d been talking about. He didn’t care about if his face hurt or about the fact that he was literally back from the dead.

Nothing mattered to him any more than you did.

“I missed you too” you whispered, taking in the predatory look in his eyes as he looked at you. You found yourself admittedly taken aback by that because you hadn’t seen that look in almost a year.

You really had.

Jerome was your greatest friend, and the love of your life. Having to live life without him for so long was awful, and you never wanted to do it again.

If you could help it, he would stay by your side forever.

“Y/N” he sighed, catching you off guard. Jerome very rarely used your real name so at first you were concerned you had hurt him, or that something was wrong. 

However, all he really wanted was for you to give him the attention he’d been craving.

You were trying desperately to get his face cleaned up but he was already bored of that. So bored, in fact, that he slid his hands under your ample thighs to pull you into his lap, earning a heavy sigh from you.

This was going to take forever.

“Jerome” you scoffed, doing your very best to get away from his hold so that you could finish up here, but he wasn’t having any of it. In fact, the more you struggled against his hold, the more Jerome laughed.

This was one big game for him.

“I have to get you cleaned up J, you need to let me” you grumbled, doing everything that you could to figure this out. You were well aware of how difficult he could be but this was serious.

He could really run into trouble with this.

“But that’s no fun at all” he huffed, pressing a kiss to your face as gingerly as he could. It had been too long since he’d been able to hold you and right now, the last thing he wanted to do was wait for anything.

Especially not for you to sew his face back on.

Without hesitation, you stood from his lap and headed over to the medicine cabinet before he could argue with you over it. 

He wasn’t happy about it, of course, which you could tell because of the hefty slap on your ass as you did so.

Thankfully though, you didn’t have to care about that because you had a job to do right now and it was far more important than whatever he wanted to do. You had plenty of time to spend together now that he was back.

You didn’t exactly have any experience reattaching faces but you knew anything you could do would be better than the hack job he was currently walking around with.

At least if you took over, it would be clean.

After quite a bit of going back and forth, you decided that a spool of thread and a sharp, disinfected needle was going to be your best option. 

You practically soaked everything in 95% pure alcohol, and if it wasn’t clean, not was.

The last thing you wanted was for Jerome to be walking around with a painful, infected face, so you let the needle disinfect for a little longer just in case.

Once you felt it was good enough, you headed back over to the table where Jerome was now pretending to be dead against the hardwood, always the drama queen.

“Get up you goofball” you ordered, playfully smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand before setting everything you had gathered down in a huge pile.

You weren’t looking forward to doing this but it had to be done and you couldn’t exactly take him to urgent care to get it done.  After all, the man you loved was still a wanted criminal, even though some people didn’t know he was alive.

“Okay J, this might sting a little” you sigh, biting into the plump flesh of your bottom lip to stifle your own nerves.

Jerome wondered if maybe you were more bothered by this than he was, but he thought it was cute so he said nothing regarding it.

“That’s okay kitten, I’ve got something to hold onto” he smirks, grabbing onto you before you could even ask what he meant. 

Jerome Valeska was always a terrible flirt but considering you hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year on top of that, you couldn’t imagine how bad he was going to get.

It wasn’t until you felt his hands snake around your waist that you understood the meaning of his words, your suspicions were confirmed when he took two big handfuls of your jean wrapped ass and kneaded the flesh through the fabric.

This was definitely not how you thought your night was going to go this morning, but at least he was alive.

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[matan4il]

Buddie 401 meta

Alright, first thing that I need to talk about is the possibility that Eddie *might* have quarantined with Buck at some point, because Buck talks about Eddie and Hen having gone back to their kids months ago and while it leaves it ambiguous where exactly they quarantined before they went back home, it definitely is suggestive that it could have been with Buck as well. And since I am a simple Buddie ho, I will take that ambiguity and run with it. 

* * *

I’ve said before that I try to stay away from speculations, but I had to take one second to point out that the way Chim, Maddie and Albert all talk about the mystery woman as if it’s certainly romantic even though they know nothing about her and while dismissing Buck’s denial is precisely the proof that it’s going to, well... not be romantic. I’ve said cautiously that I think it’ll be a therapist and I think that’s pretty much a fandom wide consensus, but I wanted to point out the narrative tells here that give it away: unfounded insistence that it’s romantic? It’s not romantic. What is it? Most likely connected to the other stuff we see with Buck in this ep, which is him obsessively looking up facts about the Hollywood reservoir. We first encountered this tendency in ep 309 (of kitchen flirting fame), where Eddie explains Buck’s been doing this since the tsunami, so ever since his trauma, meaning this link raises the odds for the therapist guess. Eddie’s also here to remind us of this connection when he brings up the tsunami himself, although he’s obviously trying to make a joke out of it (which, in a previous meta post I’ve discussed how this is a part of Eddie’s mechanism to defuse a tense situation… evidenced in 309’s kitchen scene as well). So I’ll throw this in as a bonus at the end of the therapist speculation: look at how well Eddie knows Buck and how much he wants to distract Buck from feeling anxious, note how he wants to make Buck feel better rather than get a laugh, which is why he waits until they’re alone. I love a concerned husband!

* * *

Small shout out to the foreshadowing of Buck saying “I don’t have a secret,” when we know from promo interviews that we’ll discover there is some sort of a Buckley family secret with Buck at its center… Nice touch setting this up, show.

* * *

Okay, so we’re all gonna talk about the sexy leaning against the firetruck that Buck does while Eddie’s oh so close to him, right? Which is apparently a thing, as we’ve seen them do it outside the house they come to for a call in 310, as well (it’s a bit blurry and in the background, but it’s there and I love it). But then, I just have to point out that Eddie also allows himself to look at Buck’s screen. IDK if it’s just a different norm I’m not aware of, but even with friends who look at their phones while we hang out together, even with my own sister, I don’t look at other people’s screens unless they explicitly show it to me, because that’s theirs, that’s private. The way Eddie looks at Buck’s phone and Buck doesn’t mind it, it’s not just that they’re all up in each other’s physical space, they’re just all up in each other’s space, period. 

* * *

One more little side note… Last season, I pointed out that Michael’s new guy is Dr. Hale. Now we have a first name for him, which is David. First, as a name geek, let me squeal a bit over the fact that they matched them, so they both have Hebrew names! Second, the meaning of ‘David’ is ‘beloved’ and specifically, in the Bible, David was the character who was most likely bisexual and had a love affair with Jonathan, immortalizing it with the words, “your love has been more wondrous to me than the love of women.” I'm so here for a well chosen character name!

* * *

Throwback point, but hey, I gotta. Buck sees this huge explosion and we know how much Bobby means to him, how the Captain has a parental role in his life, we’ve heard him verbalizing it even (in ep 310). So no wonder he’s distraught when he sees that fire ball coming out of the bus. Yet, compare how he reacts here with the utter devastation he displays in 315 when Eddie’s underground. I’m never gonna stop pointing out that the way he reacted in Eddie Begins is more, more frantic, more desperate, more like his whole world collapsed rather than like one important person in it is in danger and the more scenes we get that show the difference, the more obvious that is.

* * *

I know I seem to be mentioning this in a lot of my meta posts, but… Buddie are being battlefield boyfriends again! I’m gonna continue mentioning this because (a) quick reminder that this was originally a homoerotic trope; (b) at some point I will do a summary and statistical analysis of how many times we’ve seen this. Because it’s not the same as other firefighters when they team up on OG or LS. Buddie have their own thing going, they’re a team onto themselves within the bigger 118 team, they even seem to have preferred roles that they take (this is now the third time we’ve seen Buck repelling down a rope while Eddie holds him… the previous two times being in 208 and 316). The amount of coordination and trust between them as partners always expands my heart! 

Thank you SO MUCH to the wonderful @bicepsie​ for making these amazing gifs for my meta post. You know I think you’re an angel and I’m always going to stand by that. This fandom is lucky to have you!

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[natewriteslol]

The Wonders of Magic Pt. 1

Non magical!Twisted Boys x Witch!Reader

A/N: This has been sitting in my brain for a while since I have Little Witch Academia brainrot and I love snooty rich boys asdfljsfaj

Characters: Keep reading to find out!!

Warnings: Language and Y/N goes by she/her pronouns 

Summary: Dealing with magical adventures and society deeming magic as “flashy but worthless” doesn’t deter Y/N L/N from reaching her goal of becoming a powerful witch. However, what will she do when she has to find a way to stop the selling Calypso Academy? 

~~~

All your life you had dreamed of being a witch, however there was a slight problem. You weren't a magic user.

And as magic use had started to become more oppressed and scarce, magic schools were starting to open their doors to all walks of life. Making the most elite schools fall to their knees.

Either you lose your elite status or fall into debt.

So this was good opportunity for you, you managed to make it into one of the most renowned magic schools in the country, Calypso Academy. But it wasn't all peaches and cream, you weren't exactly accepted among your peers. Your family weren't magic users, nor were they wealthy. Yet you still pursued magic, there was a fire burning in your heart that just drew you in all your life. And you couldn't let your dream go just because of some mean girls. But this is the story of how you met some of your greatest obstacles.

 ~~~

It was the night of the great Ball, Calypso academy was having it's 350th anniversary. And you unlucky for you, you still didn’t know how to ride a broom since you were learning from the ground up. 

So there you were, by yourself, in one of the open fields of your campus. Trying to make this broom fly. 

And in your flight teacher Ms. Flint’s words, “If the broom doesn’t leave the ground, you can’t step a foot in the ball.” And so far, your feet have been stuck on the ground.

You felt horrible. I mean, what witch doesn’t know how to fly a broom? And while you were incredibly dejected

 from your failures, you knew you couldn’t just let it go. 

‘The trick it to be determined, yet feel as light as a feather. Be one with the broom’ your manifestation teacher, Mrs. Fairi had softly advised. You had to do this for for her, she already put so much faith in you, she would be so disappointed if she didn’t see you at the ball. 

“Nubes Volant ro!” You casted, pushing your leg to lift. Expecting your legs to come back down and for your shoes to hit the softness of the grass... but it never came.

You opened your eyes and there you were, suspended in air. 

Your excitement was indescribable, but you needed to be skilled enough to meet the requirements for Ms. Flint. So you tried and tried again, and while a little shaky you still managed to fly and do a stable landing! 

“I did it! Screw everyone in this academy who doubted me!” You  squealed a little loud, doing a little dance. You heard  footsteps and chuckling, but you brushed it off as some of your classmates. Too excited to care, you grabbed your things and ran off to show Ms. Flint.   But there was one problem, the entire point of this celebration was to both celebrate the anniversary but... it was begging as well. It was no secret that Calypso was losing money to pay taxes, but they were being pressured to give it all up. So to persuade the buyers, they had invited their son's to be enriched in witch culture and tradition. To prove them wrong and show that magic has value. However the students of the academy weren't aware of the true intentions behind the invites of the son's of these rich men. Many whispered in the halls about the upcoming ceremony. Talking about how handsome the young men attending were. But the day of the party was finally here! The banquet was absolutely incredible with 25 foot tables of food on both sides of the ballroom. Crystal chandeliers with floating candles illuminating and creating a heavenly golden light. And the great ancient tapestries that surrounded the room. There was no way that anything could mess up your night. 

But then, you heard a shout from a classmate in the crowd. "The nobles sons! They're here!" You stopped stuffing your face for a moment. Everyone cleared the way for the grand wooden doors as they opened, a red carpet elegantly draping the piece of floor it laid on. Designer shoes clicked as they touched the ground. Every girl eyes followed as they walked, you snuck past some trying to get a glimpse of their features. They were five of them being escorted by one older gentleman, all incredibly handsome young men. One had a bright smile that was genuine and waving at some of the girls in the crowd. While the other had a smirk not paying anyone any mind, as if he was calculating something. One held a solemn expression, yet was incredibly poised and graceful. The last two however wore scowls, one that showed he most definitely didn’t want to be here while the other just looked strict. 

They sat down in their seats in the front table that awaited them. Each seat was just as fancy as a king’s throne, with gold embellishments and velvet seats. 

It was a cookie cut scene, they were made for this life of luxury.

~~~

It was an hour into the ceremony, showcasing tricks and theatrical dances from every witch culture from around the globe. But it was almost as though nothing was satisfying them, besides the one with white hair. While he adorned a smile, there was something behind his eyes, as though he was doing some critical thinking. 

Nothing was enough for them. 

But it was toward the end and the noble’s sons were promised a tour. Every witch in the school was made to study up on knowledge of the campus. So that if you were the “lucky winner” you wouldn’t look like a complete fool. 

As you snacked on your chocolate filled croissant, Ms. Flint with her booming voice had called everyone’s attention to the center of the stage. Raising her wand, a split of golden light had displayed random names. 

Knowing your luck, you knew you wouldn’t be picked. I mean this was probably a tactic to get people to study the school’s magical history. It did work, as if there was a slight chance you were chosen you wouldn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of people like you usually did. But, Principal Hendrix wouldn’t be so irresponsible as to let a random student represent the school, right? 

Exactly. But even then, you sure did feel sorry for whoever was to give the tour-

“Y/N L/N!”

...

Remember what you said about shitty luck? 

Shocked was an understatement. Even though you had your two best and only friends Silva and Miete patting you on the back telling you congrats and to do your best, the hammering of your heart was too heavy for you to handle. 

Whispers broke out for a moment, a lot of girls were incredibly disappointed but cleared the way for you to go up the stairs and talk to Ms. Flint and Principal Hendrix. 

“Good job, Y/N. Now if you wouldn’t mind, please give these young men a tour of Calypso, would you?” Principle Hendrix said gently with a smile.

“Ha, ha, of course! But surely there’s been a mistake, I mean Lydia could probably recite the information without having to read a single book-” 

“No way, L/N. You were chosen, now do the tour please, the latest you can be back is at 9pm,” Ms. Flint replied, cutting you off sharply. 

“You’re an incredibly charismatic student, Y/N. Just keep them entertained,” Principle Hendrix whispered as you walked toward the table.

Be charismatic, not awkward! Got it!

“Alrighty then! Who’s ready for a tour?” you said, almost giving finger guns as a mechanism. 

“Oh, I am!” 

“Yes,  I’ve been wanting to see the range of this property in person.”

“Yes, I would like to get this over with. I have an appointment tomorrow and I would not like to miss it.”

Other than that, all you received was a nod and an eye roll. But it’s better not to pry and ask for more from them. 

Each getting out of their seats, you walked outside. Hearing cheers from the crowd and the occasional “Vil! I love you!” which made you a little embarrassed. 

Feeling the night breeze and seeing the stars poke through calmed you down slightly, it was 7:45 and all you had to do was blabber at them about the school until 9. 

Easy task, Y/N. Easy!

~~~

Once you got outside, the tour had been running smoothly for only a couple of minutes. But you couldn’t help but feel as though they started scanning you, as if they saw you from somewhere. Until unfortunately, the sunshine of the group’s lightbulb had went off. 

“Oh! You’re the girl with the broomstick towards the front of the school! You looked so happy practicing.” 

“There must be a mistake-”

“Are you sure? If so then I guess you have a doppelganger” the boy with glasses teased. 

“Didn’t you say, ‘Screw everyone at this academy’?” the short, red head questioned, persecuting your behavior. 

“Well some people here aren’t exactly the nicest. It was just an excitement of the moment thing, sorry,” You said, trying to get Mr. Non-Rule Breaker off your back. 

~~~

So... you had accidently overshared about your adventures on campus. 

It had all started when one of the boys looked shocked that the ancient Willow tree was thriving and looking beautiful as ever. When he looked at it from pictures given to him, it was completely lifeless and grey. 

“This tree, it looks completely different? It’s been sickly for years! How is this possible?” He asked, as his main piece of evidence the white haired boy gave to his father to buy this property was foiled. 

“Oh, that was me. They had willow worms in the roots that were ready to hatch and I accidently brought them out,” you said, a little prideful, yet it was quickly stomped out.

“That is highly irresponsible, you should’ve had a professional complete that task, not an inexperienced student,” the red haired boy scoffed, it seemed as though he didn’t respect this school at all. Yet the boy with grey hair and glasses paid him no mind, still incredibly astonished, but it was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a somewhat of a sour look. As though you beat him at some game he was playing.

“...Interesting. I never knew magic could do something of that caliber,” he remarked,  pushing up his glasses. 

“Magic is incredibly useful, Mr...” 

Shit. You didn’t get their names...

“My apologies, I didn’t catch your guy’s names,” you said, placing a hand behind your head. 

You had never in your life seen a group of people get so surprised, besides the other white haired boy, who was happy to tell you his name. 

“I’m Kalim, Kalim-Al-Asim!” he said, shaking your hand with a vigor, “It’s a little funny that you don’t know who we are, but I like that about you!” 

How was it funny? You’ve never seen these people in your entire life? The blonde man was especially offended as you glanced at him for his name. 

“Vil Schoenheit. Actor, singer, dancer, beauty influenc-” 

“Hmmm, Vil I can’t help but feel that you’re angry at Ms. L/N for not knowing who you are,” the boy with glasses remarked before taking your hand, “Azul Ashengrotto, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“I’m Riddle Rosehearts,” the short red-haired boy said.

“...Leona Kingscholar.” 

“Alright, I’m glad I got your names! Let’s get a move on! I have got to show you some more stuff!” you said before moving along, gaining more confidence as you talked to them. 

Maybe this tour wasn’t so bad after all!

~~~

Coming up:

“How did you not know who the noble’s sons are?!” Miette yelled, but her soft voice wasn’t exactly giving the shocking boom to emphasize her feelings.

“I’m sorry! Everything was completely fine after that, if this whole tour was such a big deal then I would’ve studied them more instead of the school,” you said, completely pooped out from last night. 

So much pressure on you made you very tired out, and all of these new details coming out made you feel even more guilty for your half-assed tour. 

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #kalim x reader #azul x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #twst vil schoenheit #twst vil #leona kingscholar #twst leona kingscholar #twst leona #kalim al asim x reader

[magnetic-rose]

Why Spones is a top-tier ship

AKA “the inherent homoeroticism of annoying the shit out of your co-worker.”

Spock and McCoy have a complicated relationship. A lot of their bickering and ideological differences lead fans to believe that they hate each other, but that’s an over-simplification of the truth. The reality is that Spock and McCoy are extremely close friends who care about each other deeply. Though sometimes their bickering turns serious during stressful situations, for the most time they seem to enjoy the banter. A common mischaracterization of their relationship seems to put McCoy as the bully and Spock as the victim. In truth, there are many times where Spock will say something specifically to get a rise out of McCoy. They fight. That’s how they show affection, not disdain. In fact, one could argue that some of their bantering have a flirtatious tone to it.

Kirk: Mister Spock, regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I assume, felt nothing.

Spock: On the contrary Captain. I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Doctor McCoy bending over me.

McCoy: ‘Tis a pity brief blindness didn’t increase your appreciation for beauty, Spock. (Operation -- Annihilate!)

Spock is a half-Vulcan, half-Human who has mostly chosen to follow his Vulcan heritage. As such, he is a being of almost pure logic. The truth about Vulcans are that they are secretly beings who feel things very deeply and intensely, and they feel the need to keep a tight lid on their emotions as to not succumb to them. McCoy, on the other hand, is a regular human. He’s a deeply emotional man who cares about others. One could argue that McCoy is almost too empathetic, as he lets his emotions rule him. Spock and McCoy are polar opposites; the brain and the heart, the logic and the emotion, the super-ego and the id.

Despite these differences, the two men are similar in a lot of ways. They’re both men of science, men of peace, and they both care very deeply for their Captain. They’re both self-sacrificing morons, to the chagrin of the other. Spock will prioritize McCoy’s life even when both of them know it’s not the logical choice to do so. Likewise, McCoy will take a hit for Spock even when they both know the Vulcan is stronger and better equipped to deal with pain than the doctor.

Spock: (In the middle of a blizzard) In this severe cold, we cannot survive much longer.

McCoy: Leave me here, Spock.

Spock: We go together or not at all.

McCoy: Don’t be a fool. My hands and face are frostbitten. I can’t feel my feet. Alone, you have a chance. Now do what I say. Go try to find Jim.

Spock: We go together! (All of Yesterdays)

In the episode, “The Empath,” Kirk, Spock and McCoy have to choose someone to be offered as sacrifice to be tortured by a group of aliens. Kirk obviously volunteers, but gets put to sleep by McCoy with a tranquilizer. Spock then states that he’ll offer himself up, as he has the higher chance of surviving the torture. McCoy then proceeds to sedate Spock as well, and sacrifices himself to be tortured by the aliens.

Spock: While the captain is asleep, I am in command. When the Vians return, I shall go with them.

McCoy: You mean, if I hadn't given him that shot

Spock: Precisely. The choice would have been the captain's. Now it is mine.

(McCoy turns away. Spock sits to carry on working. Gem puts her hand on Spock's shoulder, and smiles. McCoy comes up behind him and gives him an injection.)

Spock: Your action is highly unethical. My decision stands. (Spock falls asleep next to Kirk.)

McCoy: Not this time, Spock.

Underneath all the fighting and disagreements, there is a deep caring between Spock and McCoy that manifests itself into protectiveness towards each other. In “All of Yesterdays,” Spock is constantly showing concern for McCoy after he almost died of hypothermia. In aftermath of McCoy’s torture in “The Empath,” Spock is seen hovering over his body and caressing his face, worry written into his features. On the other hand, while McCoy constantly makes fun of Spock for his lack of emotions, he’s also highly aware of the Vulcan’s mental state and protective of it when others threaten to shatter his resilience.

McCoy: He's a Vulcan. You can't force emotion out of him.

Philana: You must be joking, Doctor.

McCoy: You'll destroy him.

Parmen: We can't let him die laughing, can we?

McCoy: (Watching as Spock starts to cry) I beg you! (Plato’s Stepchildren)

The episode “Amok Time” also demonstrates McCoy’s perceptiveness of Spock and Spock’s true feelings of friendship towards McCoy. McCoy is in fact the first person to notice that something is wrong with Spock:

McCoy: Oh, captain. Got a minute? It's Spock. Have you noticed anything strange about him?

Kirk: No, nothing in particular. Why ?

McCoy: Well, it's nothing I can pinpoint without an examination, but he's become increasingly restive. If he were not a Vulcan, I'd almost say nervous. And for another thing, he's avoiding food. I checked and he hasn't eaten at all in three days.

Kirk: That just sounds like Mister Spock in one of his contemplative phases.

Kirk doesn’t notice anything wrong with Spock, and initially dismisses McCoy’s concern, but McCoy immediately picked up on Spock’s mental turmoil. Despite his cantankerousness, McCoy not only cares about Spock but goes out of his way to look out for his mental state. Part of it might be because he’s his doctor, but how many doctors go so far as to monitor someone’s eating habits because they notice that person’s suddenly being fidgety? On Spock’s end, when it comes time for him to beam down to Vulcan to complete his marriage ceremony, he specifically asks for McCoy to be there:

Spock: By tradition, the male is accompanied by his closest friends.

Kirk: Thank you, Mister Spock.

Spock: I also request McCoy accompany me.

McCoy: I shall be honoured, sir.

One episode I find extremely fascinating in terms of McCoy/Spock moments is “Mirror, Mirror.” In this famous episode, half of the Enterprise crew get transported into an alternate universe dubbed The Mirror Verse, in which evil versions of the characters exist and terrorize space as a fearsome military force. McCoy is part of the team that gets transported in the Mirror Verse, while Spock stays in their regular universe. Mirror Spock immediately realizes that half of the crew, including Kirk and McCoy, are acting strangely. When he corners Kirk to question him, he does so by threatening McCoy: “I shall not waste time with you. You’re too inflexible, too disciplined, once you’ve made up your mind. But Doctor McCoy has a plenitude of human weaknesses, sentimental, soft. You may not tell me what I want to know, but he will.” This Spock seems to have a intimate knowledge of McCoy’s mind.  When the party decides to attack Mirror Spock, he fights all of them except for Uhura and McCoy, who he simply pushes out of harm’s way.

When Mirror Spock gets hurt as the crew is trying to escape back to their own universe, McCoy is suddenly unable to leave his side. Kirk allows him to stay to nurse Spock back to health, and McCoy risks almost staying in the Mirror Verse forever for him. When Mirror Spock awakes, he backs McCoy into a wall and initiates a forced mind meld onto the doctor. The next scene has Mirror Spock holding a disoriented McCoy up and bringing him back to his crew; he now understands what is happening and he wants his regular crew back, and thus he allows Kirk and company to make the switch back to their own universe.

Other Star Trek properties have gone more in depth on how a forced mind meld can be extremely traumatizing on the person receiving it. Star Trek: Enterprise has an entire story arc dedicated to the Vulcan T’Pol trying to heal from a forced mind meld. Unfortunately, because the nature of TOS episodes were episodic, we never got the chance to explore the emotional fallout of McCoy’s forced mind meld and how that might have affected his relationship with Spock. The franchise also never went in depth on Mirror McCoy outside of what Mirror Spock speaks of him, since Mirror McCoy died of xenopolycythemia in 2269.

Closing the list of evidence of Spock and McCoy’s affections towards each other are the Star Trek movies “The Wrath of Khan” and “The Search for Spock.” Towards the end of Wrath of Khan, Spock sacrifices himself to save The Enterprise in one of the franchises most heart-wrenching scenes. Moments before his sacrifice, he knocks McCoy unconscious, touches his face and whispers “remember.” What happened in this scene was that Spock, knowing he was about to die, transferred his Katra to McCoy. The katra being the Vulcan equivalent of a soul. This speaks to the amount of trust that Spock has in McCoy. For someone who keeps most of his emotions under a tight lid, it’s a huge gesture to entrust another with the essence of their entire being. The next movie, The Search for Spock, is a journey as the Enterprise crew fight to return to Vulcan so they can reunite Spock with his body. When they finally arrive, the Vulcans warn McCoy that the process is extremely dangerous and could even result in his death. McCoy calmly replies that he “chooses the danger.” He cannot fathom living his life without Spock.

McCoy: (Speaking to Spock) I'm going to tell you something that I... I never thought I'd hear myself say...But it seems I've missed you. I don't know if I could stand to lose you again.

So in conclusion, Spock and McCoy have a rich and complex relationship that is much more than simply just “they dislike each other because they bicker a lot.” Their bickering is more akin to that of an old married couple. There are plenty of examples not even included in this post of how deeply they care for each other. Despite their ideological differences, they balance each other out quite nicely. McCoy is finely attuned to Spock’s emotions, arguably better than anyone else on the ship. Spock in turn is protective and gentle with McCoy. Once you stop looking at their interactions solely on the surface level, you’ll be able to see the tenderness and years of love and friendship between them. This is why I think Spock/McCoy is one of the most underrated and misunderstood relationships of TOS. Don’t let the constant arguing fool you into believing these two dummies don’t adore each other.

Shout-out to Tempest for their extremely lengthy ship manifesto on Spones called “Spiced Peaches,” which goes even more in depth on why Spones is a great couple. Using their manifesto as a reference was key to remembering Spock/McCoy moments. Also shout-out to the site chakoteya for having full transcripts of TOS episodes, so I could easily find quotes for this. If you’ve come this far, thanks for reading!

#star trek #tos #leonard mccoy #spock #spones #this was... a lot

[sneezemonster15]

Calling bullshit on the opinion that Kishimoto doesn't know how to write romance.

The reason why this entire shipping business on Naruto has been going on for over a decade and still going strong, making fans go absolutely mindless, about a story which is not even about romance, about things that are so effective and impactful that the fans feel completely consumed with it, to the extent where they have almost completely defined their life and philosophies on its basis, is because Kishimoto can write a good fucking romance. And that's what he did. That's the reason why ships are fighting with each other, because it's not just about Naruto the manga or Naruto the series, it's about how they imagine their own romance, it's a deep, profound feeling. That's why they have strong motivations and convictions that drive their insight into the story. That's why there is so much polarity in Naruto fandom. They are ready to jump to protect their ship at a moment's notice because that's how much it means to them.

Are you telling me that it just happened on its own? Just happy coincidences and random factors?

No.

A lot, a lot of thought goes behind closed doors of the studios. I know this because I work in the business. The reason why I was so astounded with Naruto's story because it was actually a brave story. A brave concept. In a shonen. Because I am ready to bet a million dollars I don't have on the fact that Kishimoto knew what he was doing. Anyone who enjoys poetry, or literature, or drama can, if not approve, appreciate Naruto and Sasuke's story. Because it's that deep. Because it's that impactful. Because it's that dark. Because it's that tragic. Because it's that tender. Because it's that painful.

Because it's so...

(Applause.)

Romantic.

These are all the ingredients of a well written romance. This is the reason why I don't care about other ships because I know that SNS is not random or a projection. It's mindfully and carefully and even tenderly written and developed.

Kishimoto's projection? Oh sure. It stands to reason that someone from his real life affected and inspired his favourite character through and through. He did say that he based some characters on certain people from his own life. And he did base Naruto on his own self, if partly. And the reason why I am able to surmise that he could have had a real crush on someone like Sasuke in real life, is because how clearly and insightfully written and contrasted the two characters are. So nuanced. They are like poetry, that's why I am so dazzled with them. Their story is so beautifully shaped by their characters and growth that it creates a clear impression of who they really are in the story. Soulmates. That's the whole crux of the story. They are written out to be this literally 'once in several lifetimes' pairing that finally broke the bonds of hate with bonds of love and changed the entire world and as a result, grew themselves. This is reflected in themselves what with Sasuke being propelled with hate and Naruto with love and coming together finally in a world that they made happen, for each other. And all of their parts and counterparts with which they think and move and function are so well in sync with each other that they lock together perfectly, like two pieces in a two piece puzzle box.

To say that this intricately and intelligently and tenderly written story is just like, an accident, my lord no!

No. The content that is finally syndicated on screens all over the world, especially with the type of response Naruto has enjoyed, and believe me when I say this, everything goes through many levels of scrutiny during production; to the extent of why would this camera angle work better than all the other angles, here's a flowchart and analysis of all of them and let's spend three days on deciding it while the producers are going crazy frustrated with fanatic creatives. This is a very common thing to happen in most serious studios.

Naruto stood out at the time it came out and reached a much larger audience for several reasons. But one of them was that it got the right exposure and was shown to critics outside of Japan, who could appreciate and admire it's cinematic beauty and this reached a different subset of audience. This extra effort is not consistent but it shines at so many places, because it's just good storytelling technically and aesthetically. And the reason why Naruto and Sasuke stand smack dab in the middle of that storytelling, is because Kishimoto told their story with so much feeling, it literally shows. The nuance is just crazy. Note that I am saying nuance and not subtext, even though it's there in heaps. But I want to make a distinction clearly. Like I can write pages and pages over it. Anyway, their story stands out because the nuances are so well defined and mindfully drawn by Kishi, that one can't help but wonder if Kishi actually experienced them. And they are just small things but still get a lot of exposure in the manga and anime. And because they are so small but clearly noticeable, it makes us stop in our tracks and think. And the thing is Kishimoto could have easily done without them and it would have made everything still seem undisturbed but he chose Not to. That kind of decision is a direct result of deep understanding, feeling and thinking in terms of forming a certain visual approach and meaning. The visual language Kishi has used to show their chemistry, their bond, their need for each other, is so tangible, like you could cut it with a knife, that it makes one feel something is right below the surface, simmering and about to explode, but you can't put your finger on what it exactly is. Until you start to think. And it takes some time.

You think that kind of writing is random? Are you out of your mind?

No, Kishi is a maniac. He pulled something that was not easy at all. He is a genius. He is also sadistic because he knows he didn't give us a resolution. Resolution is cathartic to viewers and the reason that nobody got any with Naruto and still not getting any from Boruto is making everyone go crazy. Fifteen years is a long time man. And I can bet my other non existent one million dollars on it. He owns a lot of rights over Naruto franchise, I don't think he can be cowed down to such an extent even by the studio. Kishi fought studios for a few significant scenes of Naruto and Sasuke, he is not unfeeling about them.

Maybe I am being a mere deductionist but more often than not, deduction is right. It's a valid form of acquiring knowledge. Sherlock is right more times than he is not.

Anyway, my point is, Kishi can write romance. Kishi can write very good romance. He could have chosen to remove some tropes and make Naruto and Sasuke either just brotherly or friendly. But he chose not to. A lot of people think that they are platonic. And I think I know why. But I don't. They are not platonic. They seem like they feel physically aware of each other, acutely so. they just don't know what it is. Maybe Sasuke does, Naruto doesn't. Kishi used also such common tropes to show this element, but just because it is in shonen and between two boys, y'all won't believe it. Don't you feel that palpable feeling, the simmering tension and emotion when they fight at the valley of the end both times? And it makes you think maybe it's just you, and what you are thinking can't be true because this is shonen and it would mean they are gay, let me tell you, no it's not you. It is Kishi. And it takes skill to write. Something like this is almost always used as a trope of unaddressed sexual tension in media. Pick any romantic drama of this genre, where 'hate turned to love' or 'two unlikely people who fall in love' and you would find it in almost every single one of them.

Why do you think Kishi designed it that way? You think with all the detail (action moves are literally inspired by real life martial arts, lighting, sound, editing, dialogues that sound like out of a Bronte novel), that was him just playing innocent?

No. No. No. And No!

He wrote SNS throughout Naruto and Shippuden and is still doing something of an extension of it that has made Boruto a weird and uncomfortable to watch family drama.

#sns #sns in boruto #sasunarusasu #sasunaru #sasuke #naruto uzumaki #narusasu #naruto analysis #kishimoto why

[idkxwriting]

We’re Not Friends

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, mentions of Elijah x Hayley

Word Count: 2.5K

Request: Requested by anon - Hi! Can I request an Elijah x reader one-shot; the reader is jealous of Hayley, who keeps trying to hit on Elijah even though he’s taken? Oh, and maybe the reader is super clingy cause she wants to show Hayley that she doesn’t share? Hope it makes sense, haha 

A/N: 18+ smut  Idk if I did this justice - I’m just kind of running with these one-shots and not checking them that hard lol and I think I may have gone a slightly different direction? This one was a little tough, because I’m a big believer in playing it cool lol. Idk...vampire smut so hopefully you enjoy, anon!

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I am not a jealous person, Y/N reminded herself for the umpteenth time as Hayley tucked her hair behind her ears, flashing Elijah a bashful smile.

She watched them for a moment from across the room, Elijah saying something that had caused Hayley to laugh. He smiled in return, and Hayley placed her hand on his arm, leaning up and whispering in his ear. If Y/N wasn’t seeing red already, she would have lost it when Hayley leaned up on her toes, kissing him sweetly on the cheek before stepping away.

Y/N watched Elijah watching her walk away, growing more jealous with each second that passed and hating every moment of it. She shook the thought away, resolving to not let it ruin her night, and moved across the room toward him.

She was stopped by Klaus, pulling her effortlessly into his arms and moving across the dance floor. “I thought you couldn’t make it this evening, love,” he smiled knowingly at her.

She turned her head, searching for Elijah. “Well, I’m here….” she muttered.

He twirled her, pulling her in once more and forcing her eyes to meet his. “I’m sure your schedule miraculously clearing up would have nothing to do with a certain wolf being back in town…”

She glared at him before glancing away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grimaced. Was she that obvious?

“Well,” Klaus’ breath danced across her skin. “It looks like our little wolf is back and on the hunt.” He tilted his head and she followed his gaze to find Elijah, Hayley clinging to him as they swayed at the other end of the dance floor.

“He can do what he wants,” Y/N all but growled, her frustration growing rapidly - at Elijah, at Hayley, at herself. “We’re just friends…” she had said the lie so many times it fell from her lips with ease.

“You have many talents, Y/N. Lying is not one of them. Besides, love, green isn’t your color,” Klaus smirked and released her, gone before she could tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her.

She blinked, realizing she was alone in a crowded room. She knew she had no right to be jealous, Elijah was more than capable of making his own decisions. She had told him as much, refusing to put a label to anything they were, refusing to be his date so publicly to this stupid ball. He had wanted more and she pushed him away- and for what? So she could continue to build walls and not get hurt?

She scoffed at herself. She had worked so hard to keep him at arms length, and it hadn’t mattered.

She turned once more to find the music shifting into another song, Hayley leaning back to look Elijah in the eyes, as if trying to convey an old feeling.

She considered her options for a moment, no longer caring about the consequences and marching over towards them. She tapped Hayley on the shoulder, who turned with a shocked look. “Y/N, I didn’t think you were coming…”

Y/N smiled tightly at her, turning her gaze towards Elijah. “May I step in?” She asked politely, though she felt anything but. She clutched her hands behind her back, her nerves causing them to shake.

Elijah lifted a brow at her, and turned to address Hayley. “Forgive me,” he said. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation another time.”

Hayley looked between the two of them. “Yea, sure…” she trailed off, shooting Y/N a look before dismissing herself.

They stood and watched each other for a moment before Elijah held his hand out. She took it wordlessly, and they began to move across the floor.

“You came,” Elijah noted after a beat of silence.

She nodded, leaning back to look up at him.

His eyes searched hers and it took her a moment to realize the music had stopped, Klaus tapping a champagne glass to gather the attention of the guests. She hadn’t heard what he said, but followed everyone’s lead to their tables, dinner beginning to be served.

Another pang of jealousy and annoyance shot through her as she realized Hayley had taken the seat next to Elijah, immediately placing her hand on his wrist and leaning in to speak to him.

She took her own seat on Elijah’s other side, Hayley’s movements not lost on her. She shuffled her chair, squirming in her seat.

“Is everything okay?” Elijah asked.

Y/N shook her head. “No, the chair is wobbly…” she shifted again. “I’m sorry, would you mind switching with me?”

She was sure she saw Elijah smirk, and his sister, Rebekah, stifling a laugh from across the table, but she held her ground.

“Of course,” Elijah stood, pulling her chair out and letting her take his seat so he sat between his brother, Kol, and Y/N.

Hayley scoffed and Y/N made herself comfortable. “Much better,” she narrowed her eyes at Hayley.

Kol chuckled. “The chair seems fine now, darling…” he commented with a grin.

Y/N just shrugged, and she scooted in closer to Elijah, aware of everyone’s glances, but pressing forward.

Conversation carried on, which Y/N was grateful for, but as Kol got up to fetch drinks from the bar, Hayley moved to take his seat, asking Elijah if he remembered the time they had attended one of Marcel’s parties together.

Y/N wanted to groan, but instead she placed her hand on Elijah’s leg casually. She was sure she felt his eyes on her, but she ignored it as she continued to trace her thumb along his thigh, leaning into him as she continued her conversation with Rebekah.

She was aware she was laying it on thick, and it made her want to cringe, but she wasn’t about to lose Elijah to his ex without a fight.

Hayley intertwined her fingers with Elijah’s on the table. “We had some fun, you know,” she said.

Y/N had enough, her temper flaring as she turned towards her. She knew Hayley could kick her ass without even breaking a sweat, but she was beyond caring. “Hayley, how’s Jackson, by the way? That’s his name right? The guy you dumped Elijah for?”

The table went silent, all eyes on her. Elijah cleared his throat. “Y/N, a word?” He hissed into her ear, not waiting for a reply before standing and gripping her by the arm. He hauled her away from the table, Rebekah and the remainder of his siblings exchanging smirks.

“See, I told you,” Hayley laughed, leaning back.

“You’re a shameless flirt,” Rebekah remarked.

Hayley shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? Maybe now Y/N will come to her senses…”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “They’re both fools,” he muttered.

*****

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, trying to keep up with Elijah. He had stormed out of the ballroom, straight past the bar and onto the dimly lit patio. String lights gave the small area a soft glow, but he moved them so they were away from prying eyes, warm shadows dancing along their faces.

“What exactly are you doing?” He demanded, releasing his grip.

She shrugged. “You asked me to be your date…”

“And you refused,” he said, still angry at the rejection. He placed a hand in his pocket and shifted his weight away from her.

“I changed my mind.”

He shook his head, frustration playing on his features. “Because of Hayley?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “No….I don’t know, okay?”

His jaw clenched. “Y/N, I made it very clear where I stood. I told you I wanted more, that I wanted you…”

“I made a mistake! I just...I’m not good at this, Elijah. And I am sorry, I know I’m late, but I’m here.” Her chest heaved at the confession. “For you,” she added.

“You made it perfectly clear that you and I are nothing more than friends.” He sighed.

She shook her head adamantly. “I know. I messed up, and I’m sorry.” she breathed. “I know I told you that we’re just friends. I’ve been trying to convince myself the same thing for weeks because if I’m being completely honest, what I feel for you? It scares the hell out of me, because we’re not friends, Elijah. I don’t want to just be friends.”

His eyes searched hers for a moment, and she began to wonder if he was searching for a way to let her down softly.

The phrase ‘too little, too late’ danced around her thoughts. She turned away, deciding she wouldn’t survive hearing the words that he had chosen Hayley. “I don’t know why I came, I’m sorry,” she said, walking away before the tears could fall.

She felt his hand on her then, spinning her back to face him. His dark eyes bore into hers, and not for the first time she felt like he could see right through her. His gaze dipped to her lips, and she traced her tongue over them, her mouth suddenly dry as the tension rose.

She wanted to speak, to make him understand that she knew she was broken, but Elijah made her want to be better, to do better. Her words were lost in the haze though, and suddenly he was moving again, his lips descending upon hers.

She had shared several kisses with Elijah, and they were all incredible- she often tried not to think about the experience that came with a thousand years, but loved to reap the benefits of everything he had learned.

Still, this kiss was world-ending.

It was fire and fury, demanding and leaving her no choice but to give in. He spun them, pushing her further back into the shadows, her back hitting the stone wall beside them. She was vaguely aware of his attempt to hide them, to give them privacy, and though she should have cared she found she didn’t.

She only cared about the sudden need to feel him.

Her hands buried into his shirt, bunching the fabric between her fingers. His own trailed down to her hips, the heat seeping through her dress and grabbing greedily.

She trailed down, fumbling with his belt buckle, completely oblivious to the fact that they were still in public.

He pressed into her, and she felt him against her thigh, moaning softly into his kiss. His lips pressed at the corner of her mouth, nipped at her ear and sent shivers down her spine. The tip of his nose traced along her skin, dipping low so he could kiss her neck, bruising the skin until she felt a sharp graze.

She stifled a cry into his shoulder as his teeth sunk in, the pain twisting into pleasure as he drank from her, and she knew he was marking her as his.

He hiked up the skirt of her dress and pushed her panties aside as she undid his pants, freeing him. He trailed one hand down to her thigh, lifting her leg so he could meet her, pressing into her with an urgency she had never experienced before.

They were lost in each other, and there was a small part of her that reminded her she should be quiet, but with each thrust up into her she found it more difficult, her pleasure building. She felt lightheaded, lost in a dream as he continued to thrust harder and harder, his hands rough - a contrast to the way his lips pulled from her neck so sweetly, as if savoring every second.

She had never let him bite her before, and he had never tried. Rebekah had told her once what blood sharing had meant to a vampire, and she knew this was everything to him.

She locked her leg around his, pulling his wrist up to her kiss swollen lips and pressing against his pulse.

He released her neck then, leaning back to take her in, his eyes heavy with want as she met his gaze. His movement paused and she bit her lip, her walls clenching around him.

He groaned and pushed her hair behind her ears, cupping her face and kissing her sweetly before he bit into his own wrist, offering it to her.

She took it willingly, keeping her eyes locked on his as she tasted him. His eyes fluttered shut, pleasure washing over him. His free hand traced his thumb over the punctures on her neck, slowly disappearing as his blood coursed through her. He slammed his hand against the wall, bracing himself as she fed from him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck as he began to move once more, his breath hot on her skin.

He bit once more, and as he pulled her blood she felt everything. Everything she had felt for him, everything he had felt for her, euphoria rushing through her veins and making her skin come alive beneath his touch.

Her belly tightened and she released his wrist, crying out as his hand moved to her mouth, keeping her quiet as her orgasm ripped through her, his quickly behind.

They stood there, panting quietly and catching their breath, when suddenly Elijah moved them. Before she could register what was happening her dress was fixed and she stood, her legs shaky, under the patio lights. Elijah appeared as pristine as ever, as though nothing at all had happened.

“Ahh, there you are, brother,” Klaus stepped out onto the patio. “How was your chat?” He raised his brows innocently and glanced between the two of them. “I trust you were able to work things out?”

“Y/N and I are fine, thank you for the concern, Niklaus,” Elijah said dismissively.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat as Kol and Hayley stepped out onto the patio as well, so sure she had that ‘freshly-fucked’ look you could only get organically. She ran her fingers through her hair, her hand coming up to her neck that apparently Elijah had already cleaned.

“There you are,” Hayley said, her eyes trailing over Elijah. “You promised me a dance.”

“And since he’s preoccupied I thought you wouldn’t mind a dance yourself, darling,” Kol held his hand out, quirking his lips into a sly grin.

Y/N tried to act natural, like she hadn’t just been having the best orgasm of her life. She smiled politely at Kol, taking his hand, but Elijah stepped forward, his hand coming to lay possessively around her waist.

“Kol, perhaps your time would be better spent finding your own date.”

Kol shrugged with a smirk. “What happened to ‘just friends’, brother?”

Elijah simply glared at the younger Mikaelson, dismissing him with a look. Kol backed away, nudging Hayley on his way out.

She turned, addressing Y/N. “Took you long enough,” she winked. “Elijah’s one of the good ones,” her eyes held a heavy sadness behind them, but she smiled before turning and following Kol.

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. What was that? She pondered until Klaus stepped into view. He held his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

“If you expect any of us to buy your ‘just friends’ bit...” he said cooly, stepping into Y/N’s space. His hand came up to her cheek gently, and she could feel the tension rolling off of Elijah. His thumb swiped at the corner of her mouth, and he held it up for them to see, a crimson dot smeared on the tip. “...you’ll have to get better at sneaking around.”

He turned and began to make his own exit when Y/N called after him.

Y/N grinned, the blush crawling up her skin as she turned to look at Elijah. She leaned into him, intertwining her fingers in his. “We’re not friends…”

Elijah smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

Y/N turned back to Klaus. “You can fill everyone in if you want, we’re gonna need another minute…”

She could feel Elijah grin into her skin, his arms wrapping around her. Klaus rolled his eyes and excused himself, Elijah still wrapped around her. “Did I mention how lovely you look this evening?” He whispered against her.

She bit her lip and shook her head softly. “I don’t think it came up…”

“Come.” He grabbed her hand, leading her away.

“Where are we going?” She laughed.

He pulled her in, kissing her once more. “I intend to spend the rest of the evening reminding you just how lovely you are.”

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[sometipsygnostalgic]

..... She-ra characters as Homestuck music?

I haven't listened regularly to homestuck music for years, this is not going to be easy.

I will try, desperately, failingly, to stick to one song per character.

Adora: Red Disc. Adora and Dave strider are basically the same character  having been groomed as child fighters into a heroic destiny that they really don’t want. The difference is Adora originally falls for this grooming but Dave’s always aware that it’s fucked up. This theme also suits Adora for its intensity and wonder - it is oozing with Heroic Destiny and Self Sacrifice!!!  These poor kids need a hug.  

Glimmer: Aggrievance. Glimmer and Shadow Weaver (and Micah) have a lot in common with Rose, but for Glimmer, I’m using one of Rose’s earliest themes. Back when she was a rebellious teenager who overinflated her mummy issues, but also had a bit of a dark side. I think Rose and Glimmer also go through almost identical growth! 

Bow: Love You - Feferi’s theme from Volume 8. To be honest I was stuck on what I was going to give Bow, I couldn’t think of any relaxed guitar themes in Homestuck, but I bumped into THIS, and honestly? It fits!! Bow and Feferi are also misguided peacemakers. There may be better, but none of Jade or Karkat’s themes feel like Bow to me. 

Catra: MeGaLoVaNia. Okay, it's guitars, it plays when Vriska is making terrible decisions. What further explanation do you need? Alright, alright, I'll give her a second theme - Killed by 8r8k Spider. The complete CHAOS that happens during this scene in the comic, with Vriska facing off against Meenah in the desert while they get bombarded by what would become Vriska's army of ghosts, it's soooo Catra. I am happy with this choice!!!

Scorpia: Jade Sylph. You may be surprised with why I have chosen such a moody song for Scorpia, but like with the Unova Elite 4 theme I picked out, I think this suits her after she's awakened as a Princess. Kanaya is very powerful, the only character able to cut down plot armor, and the mom friend of the team, unafraid to annihilate people who harm her friends. An alternate Scorpia theme is my namesake: Pumpkin Party in Sea Hitler's Water Apocalypse. Like Roxy, Scorpia's a cheery girl who had her heritage taken from her by a tyrant.

Entrapta: Terezi's Theme. Because theyre both my faves Because Terezi's theme has two parts - the intimidating harpsichord of judgement, followed by a very hopeful "Alternia" rendition - intended to show Terezi with and without her scary mask. It fits Entrapta's bifurcated mad scientist presentation well, how she appears to be uncaring and evil but is actually the softest character. Also it shares instruments with her in-universe theme? Toby commentary on this piece:

Hordak: Eridan's Theme. Mostly this is because I've been joking about it with @kan-rezi for weeks, but honestly? It fits. As does any industrial music in homestuck.

But alternatively - listen to Ugly Story, a song about Eridan's heartbreak over Feferi, and tell me it doesn't scream of either Catra or Hordak in season 4.

Just a COUPLE of the MANY lyrics that apply hardcore to Hordak (but also Catra) from this fansong:

Shadow Weaver: Orchid Horror. Rose Lalonde's Act 6 theme. Rose being a power-hungry a mage who fell from light into the darkness of horrorterrors, only to lose that dark power and end up as a solid informant. I FUCKING LOVE Rose, so I suppose this is a high compliment to Shadow Weaver vs poor Hordak who I have given the incel Eridan song.  But yknow, if the glove fits... 

Horde Prime: English. They are both a terrifying, egoistic, manchild force far greater than our heroes could have imagined, unleashed on the world by their own actions. The song I’ve used here is from the infamous Lord English introduction flash. I think it fits the end of season 4 nicely in particular, where he zaps up Hordak, Glimmer, and Catra, and just trashes whatever war they were having before to invade Etheria, much like how the HS characters abandoned the conflicts in their session to escape the Scratch and figure out how to end English

I haven’t really got anyone else. 

#she ra #homestuck