#I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE JEALOUSLY WELL AND IN CHARACTER LMAO

[abitofboth]

Prompt request for Lokius: how about Mobius finds Loki with New!Mobius. Jealousy angst that ends in admission of feelings and perhaps a passionate kiss?

thank u so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy <3

It had taken… a lot. A lot of hard work, a lot of searching, a lot of crying. But it was all worth it, in the end- everything was worth it, for him. At this point, it was scary the number of things Mobius would do for Loki.

It had taken a while for him and Hunter B-15 to figure out where the hell Loki had gone. After leaving Loki and Sylvie in that grassy field to go and battle whoever- or whatever- would be waiting for them, Mobius had gone straight back to B-15 to fill her in on everything that had happened. He wasn’t overly worried about him, at least on the surface, and kept telling himself that he’s a literal god. He was more than capable of keeping himself safe, especially when teamed up with Sylvie.

But the time had drifted by after Mobius had stared up at that screen watching an uncountable number of nexus events form right in front of his eyes, and the minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into something else, and Mobius knew deep down in his heart that his Loki was not okay.

He was in a different timeline. It seemed so damn obvious in hindsight, but the worry resulting in a thick head and the twisting nausea of dread settling in his stomach made his thoughts much less clear.

He felt like he was falling apart.

But Mobius knew that he had to keep a clear focus. He knew he needed to keep his feelings out of the way- he’s an analyst, for god’s sake! It’s his job to look at the whole picture and come up with an objective answer.

So, here was his answer: locate Loki, pinpoint his place on the Sacred Timeline, and fucking bring him back.

What Mobius could have never predicted was the pang of jealousy that hit him as soon as he stepped through the time door.

He’d half expected Loki to be locked in a cell somewhere against his will- that was why he still hadn’t come back yet, right? He was smart. He’d be able to figure out how to get home.

But instead, Mobius saw Loki and… and himself?!

Grey hair? Check. Uncomfy brown suit? Check. Crooked nose? Check.

Mobius couldn’t believe his eyes. There he was, his Loki, arms wrapped around his identical counterpart as they embraced in the middle of the archive shelves. He watched in disbelief as the second-Mobius pulled back from the god, running a hand down Loki’s arm and patting him before speaking to him quietly- Mobius strained to listen, but couldn’t hear a thing he was saying.

Loki laughed wetly, a halfhearted thing paired with a sad smile. “Thank you, Mobius.” He heard him say, the god’s voice incredibly affectionate. “We’ll… we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

Second-Mobius nodded, smiling up at him warmly. “We will. But I promise you,” he took Loki’s hand into his own, and Mobius had to choke back a small sound threatening to escape from his throat. Second-Mobius paused for a moment, looking around the room to find the source of the noise, but his attention was quickly returned to Loki. He squeezed his hand lightly, shaking it a little as if to get his point across. “It’ll work out. If everything you’ve told me is true.. it’ll work out.”

Mobius swore that he could see Loki’s eyes shining.

His heart was racing. Who was this guy!? Coming here and keeping Loki from him, holding his hand, making him cry. Why did Loki hug this other Mobius so freely when it took so long for the god to do the same with him?

Was this Mobius somehow better than him? Was he being an idiot for assuming that Loki would even wanna come back with him? Was this all some big fucking mistake?

First it was Sylvie, having to watch Loki fawn all over her, and now he had to compete with himself?! He knew he wasn’t much; he knew he was just a boring man with a boring life compared to the god. He knew there was barely any chance for him- I mean, look at Loki! Powerful, charming, attractive as anything. What would he want to do with an old guy?

But he thought things had changed. After that hug… that embrace, how Loki pulled Mobius into him, had clung onto him, fisted his fingers into his jacket, was Mobius being a fool for assuming there was a glimmer of hope in that hug?

“—catch you later, okay? Just… take it easy, for now, yeah?” Second-Mobius had dropped Loki’s hand and was pulling his blazer on, looking to Loki with a gentle expression. “You know where my quarters are. Go sleep if you want.”

How did Loki know where his room is?

“If you need me in the meantime, use the TemPad. Don’t make me regret giving that to you.” His tone was more amused than actually threatening. “All good?”

Loki nodded. “All good.”

“Alright. I’ll head off, then.” He patted down his pockets, making sure he had anything. Then he waved at Loki, stepping backwards before walking away. “I’ll find you when I get back!”

And just like that, he was gone.

Loki smiled at him as he left, big hand coming up to the air to wave him off. He sniffed, his fingers quickly coming to rub at his eyes for a moment, before he stood quietly with his hands in his pockets. He looked completely lost in thought.

Mobius’s feet were moving before his brain could come up with a rational thought.

“Oh! Mobius, you’re-” Loki cut himself off, confusion pouring onto his face. “...Looking awfully irritated. It’s been but a minute, what’s pissed you off in that little time?”

“Loki.” Mobius couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“...Yes?”

“It’s me. Mobius. Not whoever the hell that was.”

He watched Loki’s face for a moment, practically able to hear the cogs turning inside his brain, then his mouth dropped open and he was gawking at the shorter man.

“How the Hel are you here!”

“I don’t know, Loki, maybe the weeks of searching for you I’ve been doing! I see you’ve moved on from your girlfriend.” Mobius’s lips were moving faster than he could think- he didn’t mean to say all this. He really didn’t. “That was fast. Didn’t know she’d ever be replaced considering how much you apparently loved yourself.”

“What? Slow down, gods, Mobius--”

“And- what- you’ve replaced him with a better version of me? What makes him so different, huh?” He could feel his eyes pricking with tears. It felt so pathetic. “He’s still just some old man, Loki. You really make some strange choices when it comes to dating, your majesty.”

“He’s not better--”

“You really have a thing for variants, huh? Can’t get enough of ‘em, apparently. I mean, really, I can’t believe it took so little time for you to abandon us all at the TVA- our TVA, I mean- or should I believe it? You are a Loki, after all. It’s kinda in your nature.”

“I didn’t abandon--”

“You’re smart, you coulda figured out how to get back. Yet you decided to stay here? With him? What does he do for you that I can’t? I thought we were friends, Loki! I thought we--”

“Will you shut up for one second!”

Mobius snapped his mouth closed.

Shit.

Loki sagged forward with a sigh. Now Mobius could actually get a good look at him, he looked tired. His hair had been pulled back into a messy ponytail, bits and pieces sticking out in random places, and his eyes were… sad. That was the only word for it; sad.

Loki took a deep breath in before he spoke, his voice low. “I’ve been trying. Trying to get back to you. I couldn’t bloody find you. After- after everything with He Who Remains, with Sylvie, the timelines… Everything got too messy, okay? Too many damn versions of you flying around the Sacred Timeline and I couldn’t figure out which one was you.” Loki stuck a stern finger out at Mobius, prodding him in the chest. His shiny eyes were threatening to drip tears down his cheek. “Don’t you dare accuse me of abandoning you. Not after everything.”

Mobius didn’t know what he was talking about- He Who Remains? What happened with Sylvie?

He stayed silent nonetheless, letting Loki say whatever he wanted to. It was only fair after Mobius had word vomited at him just moments before. Jealousy was an ugly look on him.

“I haven’t replaced Sylvie.” He carried on. Mobius’s heart dropped. “She was never there to replace. She’s not my girlfriend, and I don’t want her to be. I thought I’d made that much clear. Love and I don’t get along, apparently.” Somehow, Mobius’s heart dropped even more.

Loki’s voice sounded venomous, sharp and dangerous and setting Mobius’s blood on fire. “I can’t believe that after all of this, after everything, this is how you greet me. Is this how friends act, Mobius? I made the mistake of thinking it would be a happy moment when we reunited.”

“I am--”

“You are? Gods, if this is you happy then I never want to see you furious!”

“I am happy, idiot! I never thought I’d see you again!” If Mobius felt like he was falling apart before, this was him crumbling into pieces. He’d royally screwed this up.

“Then why are you yelling!?”

“Because I love you!”

Fuck.

A silence fell over the two of them, Mobius practically panting from the shockwaves flowing through him. He felt like pure electricity- if someone were to touch him now, they’d be zapped to death whether he liked it or not. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest, and at this point he’d be more than willing to let it. None of this would have happened if he didn’t have a damn heart.

He turned around, not able to look at the way Loki was staring at him with eyes as big as saucers. Instead, he focused his gaze onto his boots, counting all the little scuff marks that he could see. It was quite a lot. He’d probably have to replace them, soon.

He could hear Loki breathing. That was all. He hadn’t walked away, yet, though. Mobius supposed that was a good sign.

After a few more moments passed, he figured that Loki wasn’t going to be speaking any time soon. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry.” That was the most important thing to say right now. That’s what he needed Loki to hear the most. “For everything. This- I didn’t plan to come here and yell at you. That wasn’t the plan. I- uh- ...I was hoping for something a little… Sweeter.”

He heard the slightest huff of a laugh come from behind him.

“I don’t know what happened after you left. With Sylvie, and- what did you say? He Who Remains? I don’t even know who that is, Loki.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “But you look tired. Real tired. So I’m sorry, if it was hard. I wish I coulda helped you.

“And- ah- sorry that--” He paused, his sentence falling from his lips. “I hope he’s been nice to you. And that he is better than me. God knows you deserve better than this.”

Another silence fell onto them both. It was the thick kind of silence, heavy and choking and squeezing all around them.

He was a love sick fool, at the end of all things. He’d fallen hard and fast for the god, and seeing someone else take the place next to Loki that he so desperately wanted felt like a punch in the gut. A million punches in the gut. And yet here he was, yelling and accusing the one man he wanted to hold gentler than a babe. He deserved all the kindness in the world after the shit he’d been put through.

Loki took in a breath.

“Do you mean it?”

Mobius blinked.

He looked over his shoulder at Loki with a furrowed brow. “Course I mean it. I was an asshole.”

“No, not the apology, you dope.” The god was staring at him, a sharp expression on his face but a tinge of hope in his eyes. Was he blushing slightly? “Did you mean it?”

Mobius took a second to figure out what he was referring to, then it hit him.

‘Because I love you!’

Mobius turned around, fully looking at the raven haired man now.

He prayed to any god that was listening that his answer was what Loki wanted to hear.

“Yeah. I meant it.”

Loki was kissing him before he could even take a breath in.

His pointed nose was poking into his cheek, their teeth clacking together, but Mobius wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was kissing Loki.

Or, rather, Loki was kissing him. Mobius could barely keep up.

He brought up a hesitant hand to cup Loki’s jaw, thumb running over his cheek and smearing wetness around. Mobius hoped they were happy tears.

Loki’s eyes were scrunched closed, all of his focus going into kissing the life out of the bureaucrat. That’s what it felt like; like Loki was sucking Mobius’s soul out, taking every last breath from him and killing him slowly.

It felt wonderful.

But he had to listen to his burning lungs. He pulled away, gasping for breath and leaning against the shelves behind him for support. His knees felt like they were gonna give way any second now.

Loki followed him, hands clutching his waist and his forehead falling to Mobius’s shoulder.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting into each other’s personal space, hot air puffing onto Mobius’s neck. It’d make him shiver if he had the energy to.

He felt Loki shift, pushing himself up until he was standing upright and looking down into Mobius’s eyes.

“You were jealous, weren’t you?”

There was no dancing around the topic with Loki. Mobius felt himself choke on a breath, face flushing with shame as he looked awkwardly to the side. Loki wasn’t having it, though, and a slender finger was hooked under his chin to bring his gaze forward again.

“That’s all the answer I need.” Loki leant down to murmur into his ear. “It’s not a good look on you, you know.”

“I’m aware…” Mobius mumbled. “Quit playin’ around. I know I was a jerk, you don’t have to--”

“I’m not.” Loki said firmly. “Playing around, that is.”

“Then why was he--”

“Oh, heavens above, Mobius.” Loki rolled his eyes, an annoyed lilt to his voice. “He was comforting me. He had no idea who I was, so I told him everything. I told him I- ...That I missed you, that in another timeline you and I were close. He said that we’d reunite sooner than I thought we would. I suppose he was right…”

It was Mobius’s turn to gawk at Loki.

“Oh.” He blinked. “So he was holding your hand--”

“--Because every Mobius in every timeline is incredibly touchy. It’s how you give comfort, evidently.”

“Right.” Mobius was pretty hands on, he’d agree.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him. “Still jealous?”

Mobius shook his head, hesitating for just a moment. “I just- ...do you..?”

Loki smiled down at him.

He pushed Mobius further into the shelf, crowding all around him and pinning him in place.

“I love you, too.”

All Mobius could do was kiss him again.

#I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE JEALOUSLY WELL AND IN CHARACTER LMAO #I hope i did ur prompt justice aaa <333 #lokius #wowki #loki #loki laufeyson #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki/mobius #fic #lokius fic #lokius fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #angst #fluff #millie talks

[puppetsoftomorrow]

Ava Sharpe for the character ask 🤗

nice thanks!! y’all know i love my gal

favourite thing about them

i guess i love it all?? how organised she is... how much of a dork she is about her interests.... how soft she is with sara... how she can kick ass... her adorable wardrobe... ava is just. the best

least favourite thing about them

i guess like on a personal level her jealously and protectiveness can be overbearing, but as character traits i think theyre Great. lets give our female characters some flaws lmao

favourite line

lets be real, sara, neither of us needs anyone. but you’re the one that i want

brOTP

s3 vibes with ava + nate, ava + mick as friends who can hang out and not say a word, ava + lita as the best aunt / niece duo the multiverse has ever seen

OTP

well i’m avalance forever but also zava?? the Potential?? i shld write more zava honestly

nOTP (if I’m feeling brave enough)

i mean like a man i guess? i really cant think of one lmao

random headcanon

oh so many. mayb that she has anxiety? that she manages with almost obsessive planning but that can lead her to being overbearing or excessively worried.

unpopular opinion

um i’m not that mad abt either her condolence card or her defending hank torturing creatures - i mean objectively bad obviously but again, ya gotta let ur female characters have flaws honestly

song i associate with them

ooh idk i like the idea that ava likes taylor swift songs. so probably smth like lover

favourite picture/gif of them

ava in a bun. bring back ava’s bun 2021

#phoebe lifeblogs #ava sharpe #thanks !! #puppetavasharpe

[pichitinha]

Fic Writer Questions!

I was tagged by @peter-covinskys, thank you!! 🥰

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

eighty-five !!!!!!!!!!! if only i remembered how to write so i could reach one hundred rip

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

exactly 337,220. not much but it's honest work

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

in total 6-ish

harry potter, percy jackson, doctor who (kinda), young justice/dcu, rpdr, to all the boys

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

747: It's what friends do - Young Justice (Birdflash)

626: Possibly, Maybe - RPDR (Trixya)

434: Searching, Waiting, Looking - RPDR (Trixya)

428: It only takes a taste - RPDR (Trixya)

338: When no one else was looking - To All The Boys (Covinsky)

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

always!!! responding to comments is one of my favorite parts of the fic process!!!

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i am a fluffy/happy ending person through and through so i was inclined to say "none" when i remembered i have this one sad (alternate)ten/rose fic that i just reread and while my english was atrocious back then and i truly intend on going back and fixing it, it's pretty poetic and angsty i think

So far we are... so close - Doctor Who

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

literally all of them except for the one above and "gone tonight" which is sort of open ended lmao. but i'm gonna go with SWL bc it's a multichapter and i wrote a whole epilogue of fluffy so

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i don't and i don't think i ever will but i do think about my favorite characters interacting a LOT. my most constant scenario is a hospital au with all of my main ships, i have everyone's specialties in my mind and i revisit scenes often, it's wonderful

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

full on hate, never, but there were two instances that were kind of funny:

- i was partaking in a fic forum contest with the theme "meta" so i wrote a meta fic (fics that mention the existence of that universe fanfic within it) and i tagged it and all and someone left me a lengthy comment about how much they hate meta fics and i was like??? ok???

- i have this cute little piece called glasses where percy "steals" jason's glasses and goes to the canoe lake and annabeth tries to retrieve them and they get all cute and kiss once (1) and someone left me a comment asking how dare i post such explicit content in a fic rated K? ASDFHDJSHSH

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

sometimes! it's difficult for me and not something that i find fits most of my stories, but sometimes it does and it flows well. i've written some, but it's in the lowest percentage of my writing

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

oh boy, have i. a few times. last two times were separate occasions, months apart, but by the same fucking person. wattpad is fucking hell. they changed the names and just posted it to another fandom.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

once but it fits better into the previous question: one time i was searching the percabeth tag (that was like years and years and years ago) and there was this little drabble in portuguese (my mother tongue) and i started reading it and it was SO familiar and i was like wait a minute this is mine??? so like i wrote it in portuguese, then translated it into english myself, and someone without asking for permission or crediting me translated it back into portuguese and posted it as if it was theirs. it was a ride

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no and i think im too controlling to ever do that

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

that would be mister perseus jackson and miss annabeth chase aka literally the best otp that has ever existed they love each other so much and they will live a full life of happiness and that's all i have to say

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

omg so many... im still in the hopeful stages for all the ones for my current fandom (tatb) so let's skip that and go to previous fandoms:

the trixya jealously one. i have like 8k of it and i liked it so much. it's so far from done. i wish i could finish it.

the hinny spy au. i loved when i had that idea. god that was such a long time ago rip

and the fake death yj au. god i wish.

16) What are your writing strengths?

right now i feel like it's nothing tbh, and i'm doing this to be dramatic or fishing for compliment, it's just been such a long period of writer's block that everything in writing seems weak to me right now. i am however much better at scenes with only two characters, the more people you throw in there the more likely i am to screw it up

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

as mentioned, any scenes with lots of people, but also may i say: ENDINGS. ending a fic is literally the hardest thing on the planet i don't understand how people do it smh

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i like it if it fits the characters/story but i absolutely hate not knowing what they're saying or having to wait for the author's note, so i'm a fan of putting the translation immediately after if you're gonna do that

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter.......... we've been there folks

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

how can a person even choose this....... i'm proud of so many of mine. if i had to pick one right now i'd say "Just fall into place (you'll fall into me)" bc i wrote the type of fic that i love finding in my other fandoms and it felt like such an accomplishment. but im proud of many of them

i'm tagging @promiseofthepremise @scarletenvy @xgoldendays @byima and whoever else writes fic i totally lost sight of that in here sorry folks!!!

#tag game #fanfiction #writing is hard #thank you so much!!! i love these #god i miss wr*ting 🤧

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, CHARLIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of DESDEMONA. Admin Rosey: There was a certain shrewdness that seemed to be underlying Delilah’s interview. A certain breath of life was given to her that showed in your writing. It was a little bit more romantic, a little bit more cynical, but still very frank with the voice that you gave her. Like you said, she has a different direction and tone to her that seemed very unique to Delilah. I am honestly so excited to how you will develop her. And I’m even more excited to watch the wreckage of Othello and Desdemona on the dash. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Charlie

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | 5-6/10. I’m a law student with a side job so my rl can be pretty stressful from time to time. In addition, I tend to write a lot and like to take my time with my replies so that I can actually be satisfied with how they turned out. I’ve learned in the past months that I’ve been in DV now that it works best for me to queue my replies so that one will be posted at least every few days so that I’m not struggling to keep up with your activity requirements but also don’t stress myself out too much.

Timezone | CET

Current/Past RP Accounts | may I introduce you to https://ofduvals.tumblr.com/ and https://ofdupont.tumblr.com/

In Character

Character | Delilah Bello aka Desdemona

What drew you to this character? | My interest in Delilah goes way back to a time long before I even applied for Katherine for the first time. I originally felt drawn to her because she’s one of my favorite Shakespearean characters and Othello is kind of my favorite play and the only one I actually knew a whole monologue from cause it was part of the House of Night books lmao. Anyways, a lot has changed since then and somehow I still feel drawn to her. In the beginning, I was a bit skeptical about whether I should really apply for her or not because at first glance she does have some similarities to Celeste. However, the more I thought about it and the longer I wrote this app, the more I came to realize how different they truly are. Whereas Celeste thrives on revenge and ‘hate’ to some extent, Delilah thrives on love. Love for others, but mostly love for herself. She doesn’t feel the need to make anybody pay. Does she want everybody, who’s currently doubting her, to realize that they’re wrong and that she’s never been anything but faithful and loyal? Definitely, but she doesn’t wish them any bad because they can’t see it yet. She’ll just continue proving herself until they’ll have no other choice but to see her for who she really is. I feel like Delilah will make it possible for me to approach the war and the characters from another perspective than Celeste and Katarina allow me to. Both of the characters I’m playing so far have found their place in the mob and life (even if Celeste isn’t necessarily as happy with it as she could be, she still has a place she’s comfortable) whereas Delilah finds herself at the beginning of a new episode in her life. This struggle really intrigues me and, to be honest, I can’t wait to see where she ends up? Not to mention that I’m always a HUGE sucker for characters who are misunderstood. The desperation she feels to finally make them see that betrayal isn’t in her nature is something that makes me so emotional and so eager to delve deeper into that and the overall situation she currently finds herself in. I feel like there are a lot of possible ways her development could go and I really want to be the one leading her through that. Delilah is capable of greatness even if most of Verona doesn’t see it just yet.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | PLOT 01 - Another person might have turned bitter after everything that happened to her. After everything that is still happening to her. And yet, she tries to remain positive and focus on the good things in life. Tries not to accept the blame everybody is trying to put on her, tries to leave his insecurities in his responsibility. It’s not her fault how everything turned out, she’s never done anything to deserve his jealousness and hate, has never been anything but a faithful, loving wife. It’s not always easy, however. As much as she tries to focus on the fact that she was a woman worth loving before him and has to be a woman worth loving after him, it’s hard not to let the mean comments and gossip get to her. I want to delve deeper into that, maybe see her breakdown after one terribly tough day. How does she build herself up again after that? How does she continuously focus on the good things in life, in herself?

PLOT 02 - I want to test and play with her loyalties. Neither Delilah nor her family has ever been involved with neither mob before she met Odin and even nowadays her family does their best to stay out of this war. She’s married into the Capulets and ever since her marriage came to an end they’ve let her feel how little she truly belongs with them on her own. I think it could be really interesting if somebody from the other side of the Adige would take an interest in her and promise her the acceptance and feeling of belonging that she doesn’t get from the Capulets. Right now she wouldn’t even consider turning her back on the Capulets and thus, proving them all right. However, she’s only human, after all, and if everything seems so much better on the Montague side of the Adige, she’ll definitely face a struggle of doing what is right and proving her loyalty and doing what feels easy and good.

PLOT 03 - Delilah is a woman with a big heart and a soft nature. The type of person who puts the well-being of others ahead of her own, somebody who wouldn’t ever dream about hurting another person for real if it’s not in self-defense. A trait that won’t get her far in the mob. I want to explore how she deals with the violence she’s confronted on a daily basis. Does she have a bad conscience because of it? Does she find a way to justify it for herself? And how does she deal with being the attacker and not just a more or less innocent bystander? I feel that would be something worth exploring in flashback threads, but I also think that it has become quite relevant again because now that she doesn’t have Odin’s support anymore, she has to prove herself once more. Maybe more than she ever has before. I’d love to throw her into situations that wouldn’t leave any sensible person unimpressed, that make her struggle with the values she’s grown up with. In short, I want to explore the struggle she certainly has between doing what’s ‘right’ and expected of her and what her conscience tells her. How far is she willing to go to earn her place in the Capulet ranks?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes.

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona? At this question, a sad smile sneaks onto her lips. The only right response to the question is on top of her tongue immediately, she can’t bring herself to say it, though. She can’t risk the memories of her happiest day being questioned and torn to shreds like her loyalty and her whole marry. She won’t risk it. The sad truth is that the Cathedral has been her favorite place for years and still is because it reminds of better days. It reminds her of her wedding day, the day she was the happiest woman in at least all of Verona if not the whole world. Whenever she’s in the Capulet headquarters she’s reminded of that day, some days it gives her strength, some days it makes here melancholic as well as nostalgic, yearning for past days when life seemed easier and better. These are the days she tries to forget about the location completely and tries to focus simply on the reason why she’s there nowadays, for professional reasons only. “I’m afraid I’ll sound rather boring”, she responds finally responds after a moment of thought, forcing the smile to take on a happier note, a slightly more playful one, “but my favorite place in Verona is my flat.” It used to be our flat, it still feels weird to say ‘my’ flat to her, but that’s simply how things are these days. “I mean they always say there’s no place like home, right?” It’s the one place she can truly be herself, where she can block out all the noises and voices doubting her loyalty completely. Even if it still feels off in some ways, simply because he’s still there and not there at the same time, his presence still lurking everywhere even when he’s long gone. She’s started to redesign the flat slowly but surely after work and on the weekends, but still, it still feels like theirs and not hers.

What does your typical day look like? “I’m afraid that once again the answer is going to be rather boring.” Opposed to what one might assume after all the rumors and gossip about her, she wouldn’t exactly describe her daily life as the most exciting one. As big as her thirst for adventure is, ever since he left her, she’s stuck in a rut, trying to figure out how to live on her own again. So she prefers a daily routine. Too much has already changed in the past months so any sort of new stability she can get is calming. “Usually I wake up way before dawn.” She doesn’t sleep as well anymore as she used to be, the bed feels too cold and empty without his warm body next to her. She’s thought about buying a new bed, but she can’t for that would mean accepting that her marriage is well and truly over. And she can’t do that, not yet at least. “I always try to do some yoga first thing in the morning to start the day right.” It’s something she’s started to do in college, but quit doing during her marriage because she always wanted to stay in bed with him for as long as she could, not wanting to leave his side before she had to. “Then I make myself some breakfast. Personally, I think it’s very important to start your day with a solid foundation so I like to take my time with it. Also, what’s really important to me is a no screen rule before I’ve finished breakfast. I neither check my phone nor my emails nor anything else really before I’ve finished breakfast and cleaned the dishes.” This is a fairly new development, she doesn’t want to hear anything about what’s going on in Verona anymore before she’s had some time completely to herself. “I leave for work at 7:30 am sharp. It’s always nice to be the first one in the office and get already started before the rest arrive.” Lips curled up into a soft smile, she shrugs. Her work as a paralegal is one of the few things that have stayed the same in the light of the recent changes. It was always important to her to earn her own income, especially after she’s seen what it had done to her mother to never have worked a day in her life. However, she planned on quitting her job the moment she got pregnant, wanting to stay home to raise and take care of the children. But alas, these children would never see the light of day now. “Another thing that is really important to me is having a freshly cooked dinner each night. It’s something I’ve grown up with and a tradition I’ve always wanted to keep for my own household. There’s nothing quite similar to having some nice, filling dinner with your loved ones sharing stories about the day, wouldn’t you agree?” Only that nowadays there was nobody sitting at the table next to her, it was just her, the food and a glass of wine. Quite depressing really. To be honest, she probably would have started to eat outside as a new tradition if cooking wasn’t something that calmed her down and helped her cope with things.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far? She knows what they want her to say, what they’re expecting to hear. She knows that they want to hear is that marrying Odin is her biggest mistake and it might as well be. They want to hear that she regrets deeply not having listened to her father. That she wished she left him sooner. But she can’t bring herself to say that. She just can’t. Even after everything she’s been through thanks to him, despite everything she’s still going through, she doesn’t hate him. If anybody believed her story, she knows they’d tell her that’s perfectly acceptable to hate him and that’s not what she struggles with. She knows she’s allowed to hate him, she just can’t. How could she hate the person who looks just like the love of her life even if he condemns her and is so much crueler than the man she fell in love with? She knows there’s still that man inside him, she just knows it. Even if it’s buried deep under the facade of the monster that he shows the world nowadays. Hearing the interviewer clear their throat brings her back into reality and a soft redness sneaks into her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought”, a sheepish smile accompanying her words she tugs a silky strand of her hair behind her left ear, “I can’t think of anything right now, however. I’m not going to say I haven’t made mistakes, everybody does it. It’s only human. After all, Seneca already said ‘errare humanum est’.” Having taking Ancient History in college as a class definitely has some advantages. “I just like to think that every mistake gives you the opportunity to learn something. Sure, sometimes it’s more painful than other times, but the tougher it is, the more you can learn? So I’m afraid there is no such thing as ‘the biggest mistake’ to me?”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you? “I guess the hardest thing is to move on when you don’t want to move on but have no other choice but to accept that sometimes things are simply out of your control.” A soft smile follows her words. “Something I still struggle with, to be completely honest.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what and who she’s talking about. “Another thing that isn’t always easy is unconditional self-love and yet, I don’t think there is anything that is more important?” She shrugs howsoever slightly. “I mean if we don’t love ourselves, how can we expect anybody else to love us? I know, I know, it sounds really cheesy, but the one person who’s always been and always be by your side is yourself. So you can either be your biggest enemy or you can choose to be the one who always has your back, the one who sees the good in you, even if nobody else sees it.” A short pause follows her words as a hint of defiance finds its way into her dark eyes. “And I plan to be that person for myself, even if I’m still working on it.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues? Only with quite some effort, she manages to bite back a dry chuckle. It’s a question she finds herself confronted with on what feels like a daily basis. Everybody seems to question her loyalty to the Capulets, seems to assume that she doesn’t give a shit about them, isn’t as involved and dedicated as they are. They all seem to assume that now that Odin turned is back on her, she’ll turn her back on them at the next best chance she gets. That she’s the snake in their rows patiently waiting to poison them all before she sells them out. The thought alone makes her angry and incredibly sad at the same time. Angry because what has she ever done to earn that suspicion? Even if she did cheat on Odin - which she didn’t, not that anybody gives a damn -, why should that automatically mean she’ll betray the Capulets as well? Has she ever done anything but her best to earn her place with them? Sad because it seems like there’s nothing she can do to make them listen, to make them believe her. It’s like she’s screaming from the top of her lungs, but no words come out. However, she just knows they’ll finally see the truth, eventually. She knows she can make them see that she’s on their side for good. “I think that war is never good, for anybody”, Delilah begins carefully, choosing every word with attentive precision, “however, I think that we should hope for a quick and soon win by the Capulets. A win and thus end of the war can’t come soon enough, I mean we all see what the war is doing to our beloved Verona. And quite frankly, even though some might say that choosing between the mobs is like choosing between the devil and the deep blue sea, I think that the Capulets take care of the city like the Montagues never could.” Maybe it’s stupid to support the Capulets so outspokenly and publicly, yet, she doesn’t feel like she has another choice, to be completely honest. She needs to show her support and loyalty at every chance she gets if she wants them to realize the error of their ways.

Extras: A Pinterest Board.

#accepted #accepted: desdemona

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Digimon Adventure tri. - Chapter 4: Loss | Thoughts

So . . . I thought it was pretty good? I did read a few spoilers and people seemed to think it was really, really bad. So maybe because I expected it to be so bad that when it wasn’t that bad, I thought it was pretty good? If I were to rank the films so far, from best to worst . . .

3 (Confession), 4 (Loss), 2 (Determination), 1 (Reunion).

I liked the opening. I didn’t particularly care for it (because my interest in Maki and Daigo is about -7), but I liked it.

Yokomon being a complete bitch to Sora because she accidentally stepped on her once . . . All the digimon were right to be cautious of the kids at first, but Yokomon acted like Sora was some axe murderer in hiding waiting to get her alone. It was just really weird and frankly felt forced (and lazy writing, just to give Sora conflict). Sora is the one who prepared all the food and made all the digimon happy . . . logically, you would think then, that out of all the digimon partners, hers would warm to her more quickly just for providing food. The other kids didn’t do anything, and yet the other digimon were more trusting of their partners. Logic fail. (And Sora tried so hard to get Yokomon to like her . . . seriously, Yokomon was written as a brick wall. So forced. I didn’t buy it.)

Tokomon warming to Takeru almost instantly was cute.

Tri. tries so hard to force the audience to like Meiko by Mimi and Sora’s sheer affection for the girl . . . and it just doesn’t work. I think Toei regrets making “Meiko”, because her merchandise really doesn’t sell. (I also think Toei initially wanted Meiko to be a “crush” for Taichi, but her underwhelming “popularity” has made them rethink that idea . . ..)

OMG I cannot get enough of the Takaishida brothers. That scene where Takeru is still hitting on his older bro is one of my favourites. XD I like this running joke. Give me more, tri.. :)

OK. The Taiorato scenes. The first scene I mostly liked. I had issues with some aspects of it (Yamato should’ve known what to do . . .), but I thought it was a good scene. It showed the dynamics between the three rather well. What I liked most (other than it being a rather intimate moment between the three), was that it was clear that Yamato was more in-tune and “aware” of Sora than Taichi was, who was completely clueless (as he always has been). It was the second Taiorato scene after that though that I really had issues with (man, Yamato’s characterisation really went down the drain, lol). But more on that in another post, ‘cause it’s very Sorato-y -- though it has to be said that you don’t have to be a Sorato shipper to have a problem with that scene . . . you just have to be able to recognise when Yamato's characterisation is “off”. Because it was.

Yamato asking if they should ask Takeru for help regarding Sora? In what world would a 17-year-old think a 14-year-old would understand a girl his age better? I generally really like tri. Takeru, but there’s a point when someone becomes too-good-to-be-true (and is almost always used as the picture of “perfection”). Takeru’s not a “perfect” person who can make any situation better, and is somehow supposed to have skills to be in-tune with girls’ emotions (that scene prior where Takeru says Meiko is a “normal” girl and accidentally offends Mimi and Hikari comes to mind). They need to tone it down a bit with the whole “Takeru is perfect” thing.

But . . . Yamato and Taichi were incredibly obtuse when it came to Sora’s problem, though. Like, incredibly. As in, forced writing. I also didn’t buy it. It would’ve been one thing if they just didn’t know how to handle Sora’s problem (although I would argue that Yamato should really be better at this than he was depicted in the film . . .), but the fact that they seemed totally clueless as to what was bothering her? I’m sorry, but when all the digimon are completely fine and then you have GIANT BITCH PIYOMON flying around, it defies logic (again) to have them be that obtuse. Weak writing is weak writing. I wish Sora had been given better material.

The scene between Daigo and Maki where he asks her if he could be her new partner . . . was so incredibly cheesy and made me laugh. It didn’t seem to fit in “Digimon”. Tri. turned into a love story between Daigo and Maki for a minute and . . . lol. It totally didn’t fit into what Digimon is. Odd scene.

I did like the reveal (albeit unoriginal) of Daigo and Maki being two of the original Chosen Children. It made them infinitely more interesting (which, because they weren’t interesting to begin with . . . just makes them OK characters now).

How incredibly odd was it for Piyomon to meet Meiko and warm up to her so quickly (A GIRL SHE JUST MET), and still be a total bitch to Sora (A GIRL WHO FED HER AND WAS NOTHING BUT KIND TO HER)??? Sora’s conflict is the core storyline of this film, and its foundation is just so weak. I know I keep repeating myself, but seriously. Some “good” came out of it (what it forces Sora to go through in the film), but it would’ve been so much better if the writers had actually attempted to come up with a logical reason for Piyomon to be a massive cunt to Sora for no particular reason (that is, a reason that isn’t forced as fuck).

Awww, Gabumon and the whole “Yamato-kun” thing was pretty cute. And Taichi’s jealously of not being called “Taichi-kun”, haha. :)

This film had so many parallel moments and homages to the first season. I quite liked the nostalgic throwbacks.

I really loved Yamato’s line, “I expect too much of [Taichi]”. So true. Taito feels, ON.

Meicoomon’s reunion with Meiko was pretty . . . weird. It just felt random (or just badly executed). And it was a bit funny with all her swipes at the air surrounding Meiko’s head (which is not the desired reaction, lol).

LMAO at Sora throwing rocks at “Gennai”. Also he used Meicoomon to boob-punch her . . . I know I shouldn’t find this funny, but I do. XD Funny in a am-I-really-seeing-this-over-the-top-shit-in-a-Digimon-series-way!?

Continuing with the inappropriateness . . . I also found it funny when he licked her. It just totally took me “out” of the whole film, like a jump-the-shark moment. “This . . . is Digimon?!” It was so weird and totally didn’t fit in with what you should expect to see in a Digimon series. I think the tri. writers were trying to be “risque” but instead it just made me think tri. really needed a better writing staff who knew how to keep to a tone. XD; (Also, Sora’s complete lack of reaction to the lick made it even weirder. Girl, some man who wasn’t Yamato just LICKED YOUR FACE. Please react to it to show that it was shocking/uncomfortable/disgusting for you. Again, tri. writers being incompetent, because Sora really should have given some reaction to it. A simple sound of disgust would’ve worked, to at least acknowledge that it was STRANGE. Sora took that lick almost like she gets licked every day by strangers -- and is pretty content to be licked. Her non-reaction was weirder than the lick itself.)

The scene was also getting to look pretty rape-y with him being on top of her for so long . . . and sorry-not-sorry, but get that shit out of Digimon. That shit stays in fanfiction for a reason. STOP BEING A FANFIC, TRI..

Sora pushes “Gennai” off her and he just goes down? Lol. How weak is this dude. Also, it was just weird to see “Gennai” act like a creepy dude. Again, it really didn’t fit what Digimon is.

LMAO at when Plotmon “puppy howls” at “Gennai” and everyone just runs. XD Was it supposed to be funny? XD THAT was their getaway??? XD (But Plotmon is cute as fuck. I want one. :3)

So after Sora tries to protect Piyomon . . . Piyomon decides to remove the giant stick up her arse and recognise how kind Sora has been ALL ALONG. Wow. Random, abrupt resolution there. WHAT IS THIS WEAK WRITING. Piyomon’s entire attitude changes in a blink of an eye. If you don’t have an issue with this, your standards are way too low when it comes to good writing and storytelling. Don’t get me wrong, I love how Sora got to shine and everything, but I wish the writers had backed it up with actual good writing. It really isn’t hard to get Piyomon to be weary of Sora without being an outright, illogical bitch.

OMG, the moment Jou charges at “Gennai”? HOW FUCKING GLORIOUS. It both shocked me and made me love Jou a lot, hahaha. GO HERO JOU!

Yamato can throw Gabumon into the air in water . . . DO YOU EVEN LIFT, BRO!? Apparently, he does. XD

Also, a tri. film where Taichi is in-character and I actually love him? Here, have bonus points, “Loss”. I loved all of Taichi’s interactions with Yamato in this film. Go Taito, go. But . . . that whole part where Taichi and Yamato were underwater and trying to go up for air? It made me laugh so hard. Partly because of the poor animation, but also just because . . . the entire thing was hilarious hahaha. It shouldn’t be, because they could’ve drowned, but . . . XD

Um . . . Machinedramon throwing Sora around – and especially AGAINST A CLIFF – really should have killed her. WTF. Yamato, you’re gonna end up with a woman who cannot die. Be prepared, son.

Sora literally clings to life because she wants to make meatballs for Piyomon again . . . LOL. Phoenixmon was born from a mutual love of meatballs. (OK, I’m just taking the piss. :P)

Why would Phoenixmon let Sora fall off of her without trying to swoop down to catch her? Weird. Also, Jou catching Sora was awesome, but again, totally defies logic that Sora didn’t crush his bones completely upon impact and killed both of them. :P And wouldn’t it have been awesome if Yamato and Taichi had joined them sooner so that Yamato could’ve caught Sora in his arms instead? *cough* (Jou was totally amazing in this film though. THE UNSUNG HERO.)

Patamon’s evolution to his Mega form was too random and easy, like they just wanted to get it over and done with and just stuck it in at the last minute. I personally don’t care that it was too easy, but it was. :P

The film’s ending made me interested in where the plot goes . . . and that’s a good thing!

Overall . . . I thought the film was pretty good, despite its weaknesses. If I seemed too critical for a film that I rank the second best so far in the tri. series, it’s because I really hate giant leaps in logic and poor writing. My criticism of this film basically boils down to the Sora/Piyomon conflict being entirely forced, and for having a few moments that really didn’t fit into Digimon at all.

The strength of this film though is its “action” and pacing, which makes it better than the first and second film. The first film was dull, even with good character interactions – its pacing was too slow. And the second film, though enjoyable, really was just filler. And I did like Sora’s character journey in this fourth film -- I just wish it had been for a better reason than Piyomon being a you-know-what. But Sora was amazing throughout this film and I love her. :P

Can the fifth and sixth film top this? I really hope so. I want to be able to look back on the entire series and think that it was good. That would be great, tri.. Do your best, please. ;)

#digimon #digimon adventure tri #digimon tri #sora takenouchi #yamato ishida #taichi yagami #mimi tachikawa #koushirou izumi #jou kido #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #meiko mochizuki #chosen children #tri thoughts

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I really need some cheering up, do you have any davekat, dirkjake, or rosemary headcanons on your mind today?

Okay I guess I was feeling meteorstuck shit tonight I put this under a cut because it’s LONG AS FUCK LMAO

Imagine the post-retcon trip, Karkat figures out what’s going on first because of course he does, and as much as he wants to resist this shit because his first crush on a human went over so fucking badly he just can’t help himself. We know Karkat is a pretty decent flirt from at least one red flirting convo with terezi and (arguably) one black flirting convo with sollux, but the thing is, Dave has no fucking clue how to process flirting let alone mercurial multi-quadrant troll flirting, and it all just kind of generally registers to him as “attention directed specifically at me that doesn’t make me feel awful, cultivate at all costs.” 

So for awhile they have this situation of Karkat just kind of spastically unloading confused teenage romantic notions at him, but Dave has no fucking idea that’s what’s going on, he’s just like. Red flirting? really bro are we playing gay chicken right now? that was a pretty overall not entirely heterosexual thing you just said. god damn man it’s like you’re writing a character in one of your books only the character is a teenager who is also written by a teenager, you need a beta reader for that dialogue bro??? Black flirting? lmao what the fuck crawled up this guy’s ass today, ok man, you want to throw down let’s throw down, you ain’t the only one with a wind sack full of grievance hurricanes, do you want to do this via rap battle because I will absolutely rap you under the table, mix metaphors and all. Pale flirting? wow karkat is feeling especially needy today which is hilarious because I’m way too cool to feel any genuine empathy and need to filter all my emotions through a comedic lens in order to express them in any way but hey speaking of anyway, it’s cool I secretly like being the person he chooses to unload all of this onto because it makes me feel special and like my company is valuable. 

And this drives karkat FUCKING BONKERS because he’s basically outwardly reacting the same way to every tactic and Karkat has no idea how to handle it, god damn blind obtuse bullshit aliens with no sense of social decorum!! 

So just as Karkat is getting genuinely frustrated, Dave starts contextualizing things and realizing things about himself and freudian things start happening with alarming frequency, and Karkat endures this until he literally no longer can and is like ??????? what the fuck is THIS all of a sudden??? Are you making fun of me??? I flirt with you incessantly for like half a fucking sweep and get nothing but vague smirking nonanswers and now that I’ve actually considered maybe I should just give up you start with this??????

and dave is just like whoa back the fuck up who was flirting with who and when please point out the flirting because you have never once flirted with me. and karkat painstakingly points out all the various things that have counted as troll flirting with his romantic lecturer voice on because that’s the only way he’s getting through this alive. and dave is just dumbfounded and karkat is like well???? 

dave has no idea what to say or how to process this information or what he thinks or how he feels and he just opens his mouth intending to say something at least vaguely positive – he thinks – probably – and instead he’s just like, man, karkat, holy shit, that’s the gayest thing just about anyone has ever said? 

Karkat’s face takes on this thunderous expression. dave absolutely cannot stop himself. This is a plinth jutting impudently outward in crudely phallic glory from a veritable ocean of bro on bro feelings sauce. a juggernaut of homosexuality that lesser vessels can only gaze jealously on in existential despair. this is as close as any living creature will get to achieving rose lalonde levels of purestrain gay.

ten thousand years later they will joke about how it’s really pretty lucky that karkat was able to resist the urge to murder him then and there because it probably would have been just as FUCK 

but at the time all that happens is karkat refuses to talk to him for a few days until dave sheepishly sits with his back at his door rambling in nervous stilted dialogue about how difficult it is to say what he really thinks and how much he wishes he could be more like karkat in that respect and how he really hopes that even if karkat doesn’t like, LIKE him like him anymore after that stunt he can at least maybe still platonically like him because the thought of not being friends anymore at all is sitting on the scale of terror squarely between “jack catches us and kills us all” and “jack doesn’t catch us and kill us all and I have to interact with the teen version of the dude who I’m pretty sure actually fucked me up in some intangible fashion, not that that’s an excuse or anything” 

and karkat sticks his head out and his brows are all crinkled and he’s like god damn it are you human gay or not what the fuck am I supposed to do with this??? and dave is like UHHH NOT EXACTLY I mean I don’t exclusively like guys or anything I’m pretty sure I’m still into girls just like not any girls present at this moment but uhhhh and karkat is just like 

oh so you’re telling me after all this fucking angst you’re fucking NORMAL??? 

ten thousand years later dave will tease him incessantly for being a binormative fuck, jeez karkat, #problematic much, but at the time he just starts laughing, and laughing, and laughing, until karkat worries that he’s actually broken him for real this time, holy fuck, I hope rose can fix him, what the shit, are you crying, please stop crying, oh my fucking jesus god don’t cry, oh no

#karkat vantas #dave strider #davekat #meteorstuck #text #asks #hc #op #anonymous