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[mistyresolve]

| Sunder - Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (Edited)

Word Count - 2.2k 

Summary - Y/n is caught of guard when they discover a stray soldier had stuck around after his mission. Curiosity piqued, they decide to stay and talk with Ghost to figure out why he never went home.

Warnings/Tags - Fluff, Angst, Explicit language and description, Mentions of death (including a child and his family), Ghost is morally grey in this one

A/N - sometimes writing about Ghost makes me sad :( also i don’t know if this is fluff or angst my apologies 

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You hadn’t expected anyone to be lingering in the 141 barracks with most of them having left for home after their recent assignment. You expected all of them to return home actually. But Simon Riley was slouched on the couch in the common area. 

He was still in his gear, save his bulletproof vest and gun. The zipper to his black tactical shirt was undone, the chain to his dog tags peeking out from beneath the fabric. His mask was lying on the couch beside him, and he had yet to wipe off the black paint, faded from wear and time. It still lined his eyes and smeared down his cheeks. Not a single light was on but you could still make out enough to recognize it as him with the help of the moonlight leaking in through the windows.

“Oh,” you jumped, the stack of mail in your hand flying up to cover your eyes. The mail you collected for both Price and Gaz as they requested, and you came here intending to just leave it on the table in the commons room for when they return. You were a close friend of Gaz’s and spent every Friday night at their barracks playing pool or cards with him and whatever other member wished to join in that night. You’ve met Ghost a couple of times and played a game of cards with him a handful of times. He won poker every single time, his ability to bluff and lie always floored you. He’s taken hundreds of dollars from you. 

Not a single one of those interactions has he ever removed his mask. 

You waved the envelopes in front of your face, your eyes squeezed shut for added reassurance, “I’m just dropping off some mail for Gaz and Price,” you told him. If only to make sure he didn’t think you were trying to sneak in thinking everyone was gone and snoop. This time when you dropped the mail from your face, your eyes were on the floor. 

He huffed a laugh, the sound deep and reverberating. There wasn’t a hint of humour in it, “You can look up. I’m not going to bite,” he lilted. He sounded exhausted like he was latching onto consciousness with a death grip, forcing it to remain with him. 

You hesitated, turning the thought over in your head. He knew that you knew if you so much as thought about revealing his identity he would hunt you down and string you up to use as an example. 

You dragged your gaze up the length of his body. He was pure muscle and long limbs. He wasn’t built with cosmetics in mind but with the need for unbridled strength and power. His broad shoulders and chest were on display as he rested his arms on the back of the couch. He devoured the space. He looked like he was made too big for this world. 

You lingered on his face for longer than you’d like to admit. He’s always caught your attention but you had your reservations as to why you never actively pursue him. He didn’t seem like the kind of man you’d take home to meet your parents for Christmas. He didn’t seem like a man capable of something like love. He always left you with the impression that he was a ticking time bomb. His humanity held together by sheer will and spite. 

But looking at him now, nil the mask, he looked so mundane. He wasn’t at all like his many nicknames and reputations. He wasn’t Azrael, an angel of death. He wasn’t the Grim Reaper. The scars on his skin were evidence enough that he was capable of pain, injury, and eventually death. 

He wasn’t Death because it was Death that stalked him; It followed him into his sleep and it hovered over his shoulders as both his ally and foe. 

Without the mask, he was just like everyone else. He was also handsome. The type of handsome someone has to grow into. Hard lines and dark features. The oily black paint and dark room made it harder to distinguish every one of his features but you didn’t need to see them. Now, a small part of you wished you had tried your shot with him. 

“I thought everyone went home?” you placed the mail on the table, sorting through them by person so you had somewhere other than him to look at. 

“They did,” he quipped. His patience was evidently thinned, not by you, but by something else. 

The inquisitive side of you perked up, ears turning in on him. You eyed him from your spot at the table and your attention snagged on the glass in his hand, the amber liquid inside tilted to one side, “Everyone including you,” you specified. 

He leaned his head all the way back on the cushions, his face pointed to the ceiling, “No. Not me. I usually don’t.”

“Hmm,” you moved the kitchen and opened the fridge to find the sparkling water you left at the bottom. The can cracked and fizzed and the faint smell of strawberries and pomegranates wafted up, “No one you want to see back home?” it wasn’t that uncommon for someone to not want to return home, some people joined just to get away from it. Maybe he was one of those people.

“Nope,” he popped the p, his head rising back up to look at you. He wasn’t much of a talker to begin with but this was different.      

“No movies at the theatre you were looking forward to?” Since there wasn’t any source of entertainment at the base most of the soldiers raved about the movie theatres once they got back from leave. Although, the thought of the man sitting in front of you going to a theatre and eating popcorn was laughable. 

“I’m more of a show kind of guy,” he followed you with his eyes as you made your way to the couch opposite him. 

“How was the mission?” you went for the elephant in the room. Gaz had stopped by your office on his way to the air stripe, he sat with you for an hour to discuss the mission. You knew the result of the mission, but you had a feeling that even Gaz was leaving bits and pieces out. Leading you the conclusion that something had gone awry.  

“A success.”

Okay. Not really what you were looking for.

“I would expect nothing less from you and the 141, and you don’t usually come back to base until you’ve done your job. That’s why I didn’t ask if it was a success,” you tilted your head at him, “And if it was a success why are you not celebrating? Instead, you’re sitting in an empty barracks, in the dark, drunk. So, tell me, How was the mission?” 

“I’m not drunk. I’m drinking,” he pulled at the syllables with his tongue, emphasizing each one. 

Temper.  

“Hang me on a technicality,” you deadpanned, he needed a little pushing, you just had to be careful not to poke any bruises when doing so.   

“I don’t need a psychologist to be psychoanalyzing me and writing ‘unfit for work’ all over my file,” His teeth flashed white in the dark as he snarled. He was never this volatile, not that you’ve ever witnessed anyway. He was like an injured animal back into a corner.

“I was a counsellor, not a psychologist. I didn’t make diagnoses, I just listen and give advice where it’s wanted,” you reply, referring to your old civilian job before joining the force and working with the soldiers here. You had shifted career paths to health promotion and providing resources to anyone who came and asked for them. You were passionate about it, and wanted to help every last one of these soldiers. The only issue was that not many of them wanted the help, and Ghost fell into that category, “Whatever is going on in that head of yours, I can assure you I’ve heard it before. If not worse. Besides, I’m off the clock. Nothing you say will be repeated or recorded. Nothing anyone ever says is.”   

“Have you cornered anyone else from the 141?” he looked at you from beneath his brows, suspicion creeping in on him. 

You shrugged. The truth was that every member of the 141 has visited your office at one point or the other. All except him. He was on your radar but you were going to wait until he came to you. For now, you were extending a hand towards him. Whether he took it now, later or not at all was entirely up to him and you’d back down the moment he expressed that he had no desire to open up.   

You waited, folding your legs underneath in a show of, I can wait for you all night.  

He was completely still, his gaze glazing over in thought, in remembrance. There was a long moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that was making room for something else, something heavier, “They killed a little girl. She couldn’t have been older than eight,” he finished the last of his drink, “Didn’t want her to talk, so they shot her in the head and left her body for us to find. I stepped right over her and I still couldn’t even look at her face. Seems like the world’s greatest sin, right? Killing a child like that,” his gaze dropped to his feet, “But I’ve been thinking…I would have done the same if it meant protecting a mission. Seems like a pretty good trade to me, a single life to protect the rest,” He poured himself another half glass of whiskey in preparation to nullify whatever feelings were bubbling up, “I’m really, uhh,” he cleared his throat, “I’m really no different from the men and woman I’ve killed. We go out there and believe we’re doing the world a favour, but who’s to say we aren’t the villain in their story?”      

“You have to make some of the hardest decisions a single human has to make, and no, it’s not fair. Sometimes there is no right answer, no better option. You sacrifice every part of yourself for the sake of peace. So of course you’re going to lose in the end. Even if the mission was a success, you still lose. There are no winners in war, Ghost,” You pulled one of the decorative pillows to your chest. It was a harsh truth, but it was one that you wholeheartedly believed, and he didn’t need pretty or sugar-coated words. 

Devastation rang as you noticed his expression. He had been expecting you to hate him for his confession. Be disgusted with him. This man thinks he’s fighting this war by himself, that’s he’d completely alone in this world. To think he’s been dealing with these thoughts and feelings by himself. Ruminating over them till there is nothing left but self-loathing and abhorrence. 

“You’re not the monster you think you are. Maybe a little fucked up, yes, but who isn’t in this line of work?” 

He was quiet, his mouth a thin line as he contemplated your words. You could see he was listening, hearing you, but he didn’t necessarily believe you. That was okay though, you weren’t expecting him to. He’s tormenting himself for so long that cracking through that kind of damage would take time. Either way, you formed a metaphoric bridge to him, and gave him an alternative. 

His shoulders loosened after a long while, “I’m not going to become a regular,” he stated, meaning this kind of conversation was not something he planned on making a norm for himself and he wasn’t going to be showing up at my office anytime soon or very often.  

“That’s a real shame, I quite like your company,” you tossed the pillow to the side, stretching out your legs before standing up to leave. 

You were just picking up your can of sparkling water when he said, “Stay.”

It wasn’t a question or a demand, but rather a submission. He didn’t want to be alone right now. Knew that he needed someone else's voice to drone out his thoughts. 

You slowly slid back into the couch, understanding what he was needing at this moment. Inside your head, you jumped into the air and clicked your heels together, “And do what?” 

He sighed and his eyes fluttered shut, “Just talk. About anything. Not this, but anything else.”  

You pondered for a second, “You know, I’ve always wanted to see what you looked like under that mask. It’s been one of life's greatest mysteries.”

His eyes popped back open, a smile tugging at his lips, the hint of a dimple appearing, “Not a word to anyone else, you hear me?” 

“A word about what?” you feigned ignorance.

His smile grew the slightest bit, “Exactly.”

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[theapocalypseisonlythebeginning]

Of Daughters and Bonding - The Ghoul & Lucy MacLean

Fandom: Fallout TV Show

Characters: Lucy MacLean, The Ghoul (Cooper Howard)

Relationships: Platonic, friendship, father daughter

Summary: “What’s that grin fer?”

“I knew there was good in you. I mean… I really really really doubted it, but no one is completely bad.” She stood up, collecting her belongings with a spring to her steps. “Thanks.”

Now travelling companions, the Ghoul and Lucy bond as she reminds him of his daughter...

Warning: Under the cut there are major spoilers for the Fallout tv show. Please use caution when reading 🖤 this is set after s.1!

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His daughter would think him a monster.

He distorted his own mirrored image by thrusting his cupped hands into the small puddle of water. Slurping loudly, he pretended not to be listening to Lucy’s rambling. He was though. But his mind was also very distracted by other fears…

Other fears than the Brotherhood having Cold Fusion: unending Power both through electricity and control over electricity. People in the Wasteland wanted – no, needed power. With power comes food, water, shelter... And with people wanting it, the Brotherhood can take control of people. As if they didn’t already. Anywhere they went, they seized everything in the name of their so called brotherhood.

Lucy thought this was a pretty good thing but-

"Ain't nothin' good gonna come off of the Brotherhood in charge." The Ghoul stood up with a groan, wiping his mouth dry with his sleeve.

"Maximus is a good guy."

He began walking with a roll of his eyes, the girl following him quickly. "A couple good guys don't stop all the bad."

Lucy had wanted to keep arguing, to keep defending those knights that seemed to be nice and helpful to the people from what she had seen so far... but that was just it, wasn't it? She'd only really met Maximus, and briefly that Thaddeus guy. She didn't actually know what the Brotherhood was. Her silence gave that much away. He smirked a bit, but didn’t turn his head to check on her. That might make her keep talking.

But that wasn't what had silenced her. It was the Ghoul's tone. Lucy had travelled with the man for quite some time before their current deal of companionship, and now it had been a couple of days. As mysterious as he tried to be, he really wasn’t. It was easy to read him. When he meant something deeper, it was obvious in his voice. There was an intelligence behind all that gun wielding aggression. He knew things. And it was obvious to Lucy.

…

"Were you speaking from experience?"

Cooper offered her one confused look, then went back to his own things.

“Earlier when you said those things about the Brotherhood and ‘one good thing’… Were you speaking from experience?”

The Ghoul looked up at her from where he was setting up camp. Setting up camp really only meant tossing his bag down and telling CX404 to go hunt for her own food. But he'd gotten comfortable resting against a boulder, seconds away from tilting his hat to pretend to go to sleep...

The Ghoul never slept. Lucy wondered if that was a Ghoul thing...

"Mind yer own damn business, little lady. Or you'll get into trouble I can't save ya from."

Lucy lifted her chin at those words. "Well, I'd argue I've proven I can handle myself, thank you!"

"When?"

Lucy stayed quiet for a bit. "I've survived up here for a week."

The Ghoul laughed at that, muttering out a ‘surviving?’ to himself.

Much to Lucy’s relief, though, he rested back and tilted his head to "go to sleep". Miffed, Lucy laid down on her spot in the dirt, her bag for a pillow. They’d only been travelling for a little over three days. The trauma of finding out about her father’s deeds, and her mother… well, it was present. But she was keeping it suppressed. It wasn’t a healthy approach to it, but what else was she supposed to do? Have a breakdown in the middle of the Wasteland? Prove to this Ghoul that she couldn’t handle the surface world? Find a therapist?

Were there therapists up here…?

Ugh… She hated the surface.

....

Lucy awoke with a start in the middle of the night to a loud BANG.

Scrambling up to a sitting position, she grabbed her syringe pistol and aimed it at the sound. The darkness of the night made it all even more disorienting, not to mention CX404 was barking like crazy next to her.

Slowly, though, she came to her senses. An explosion somewhere far away. A large cloud burning orange filled the sky, illuminating Lucy, the dog and the Ghoul with an eerie light.

"Ain't nowhere near us," the Ghoul said out loud. If Lucy didn't know better, it sounded almost like he was trying to calm her down.

Slowly, she lowered her pistol. The orange cloud was illuminating their surroundings just enough for her to be able to tell that the Ghoul hadn't moved from his boulder. But he was looking up at the sky too, just like her. It was, briefly, like a sunset. But it wasn’t quite as soothing as one.

Her pip boy began to peak, alerting her to radiation.

Great.

Slowly, she lifted her thumb up to the cloud-

"What're ya doin'?"

Lucy didn't notice the Ghoul snapping his gaze over to her like he'd just seen a Feral sneak up on them. He stared whilst the light slowly dimmed around them again…  

"Just something my dad taught me. I think we're good." With that, she smiled at him before the darkness completely encompassed them again, then laid back down. She was expecting the Ghoul to ask more questions about her action, but instead:

"'S what I said," the Ghoul muttered under his breath... but he was still staring at where he'd last seen her.

Damn... that brought back memories...

...

"Daddy? Is it mine or your thumb?"

With a start, Coop awoke from the nightmare. Didn't matter how many centuries had passed. That always returned to him in his deepest, darkest nightmares. The boom. The power of the aftershock. The strange smell in the air. The sight of the entire city crumbling…

And his poor daughter, clinging to him: her lifeline. The one person she thought would keep her safe no matter what. The one person who should keep her safe from anything and everything…

He stopped his memories before they could get worse. Because worse they got. He instead tried to bring himself back to present times: pain, fear of turning Feral, MacLean…

Lucy.

He watched her sleep, innocently with her mouth slightly ajar. His daughter used to look like that sleeping too, hell… she even had her mouth slightly ajar. Especially when she fell asleep in the backseat of his car, all snug and strapped in safely…

Would his daughter have become like Lucy? Would she have tried to beat this ugly world with kindness? Like she used to do as a child?

Or... had his daughter become that? Had he missed her entire life? Because…

No- Don’t bring back those memories…

What sort of a father could he be now anyway? He was a Ghoul. Slightly more smooth skinned than others, thanks to all those years of cutting at him… but still a Ghoul. A monster.*

Shit…

“Are you okay?”

The Ghoul snapped out of it.

Dammit.

He’d not managed to shake the memories after all. Lucy had awoken to find him staring at her, wordlessly.

“Why wouldn’t I be, sunshine?”

Lucy watched him with that sympathy no one in the Wasteland had. Especially not for a Ghoul.

He scowled at it, almost scoffing, as he stood up and grabbed his bag. CX404 sniffed at his hand. He offered her a pat on the head.

“We should get a move on.”

“You said…” Lucy didn’t move to get packed. Instead, she continued to watch him with that goddamned sympathetic look in her eyes.

There were no therapists in the Wasteland.

“You said you had a family? That my dad might know where they are?”

Coop bit down hard as he eyed Lucy with harsh eyes. He desperately tried to warn her off from trying to talk about this. Not because he’d lash out though. But because he’d not be able to keep his emotions at bay.

“Maybe.”

“Do you have kids?”

Coop stared at her. Was she telepathic? No. that’s not something they did to Vault dwellers, right? Or..? “What’s it to ya?”

“Maybe this is going to sound crazy but… Sometimes, I feel like you do this thing only a dad would do. Like… Calm me down when I’m not even aware I’m freaking out. Just with a couple of words that would… that would be enough to calm a child down that depended on you. Like last night.”

What had he done last night?

“I just mean…” Lucy sighed, something in Cooper’s silence making her uncomfortable. Good. Maybe she’d stop talking about this. “If you have kids, I’ll try and help you find them. That’s the deal, right? We’re working together because our targets are in the same location. But I can help more if you need it.”

That… was the opposite of what Coop thought she’d ever say to him. “I’m sorry, ain’t I the one that sold ya fer drugs?”

“Yeah,” Lucy agreed with a nod, “but I’m sorta starting to get that this is what you have to do to survive in this world.”

“So yer gonna trust me now? Then ya ain’t learned nothin’.”

Lucy shrugged. “And…” She glanced down at her hands. She had this awful habit of picking at her nails. For someone who had smooth skin, she was awfully intent on making sure it wasn’t smooth.

He’d never noticed her finger was back. Though it wasn’t hers. Necrotic. Rotting.

Curious.

 “My dad did horrible things just to get to my brother and I so… I get it. I guess. I don’t condone it. But I get it.”

Coop didn’t like that. He couldn’t exactly point out why, not consciously, but he knew he got a strange taste in his mouth from those words, even if she hadn’t meant anything bad by them. “Now, listen to me, little lady.” He pointed a gloved finger down at her, stern, serious: “There do be a whole lotta shit I’d do fer my little girl. But it don’t involve blowing up an entire civilisation jus’ ‘cause I ain’t getting my way, or whatever the hell his problem was. I was divorced. It’s ‘bout talkin’. Not…” Well, could he really say his divorce had been like others’? Not really. So he couldn’t really preach on that end. “I wouldn’t kill innocents. I’d kill a whole lotta bad people, though. Your dad is just trash, got it? Don’t be deserving yer kindess no more.”

Lucy stared at Cooper after those words.

“What’s that grin fer?”

“I knew there was good in you. I mean… I really really really doubted it, but no one is completely bad.” She stood up, collecting her belongings with a spring to her steps. “Thanks.”

Cooper stared at her with narrowed eyes. “Did ya hear anythin’ I jus’ said?”

“Yeah, I did.” Lucy beamed up at him. It almost annoyed him. Almost. “My dad’s an asshole. It’s not normal. I kinda… needed to hear that, in all honesty. It makes going after him a little easier. And you are nicer than you let on.”

“I ain’t nice.”

“Yes you are,” Lucy said with a wide smile. “So come on, big guy. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover today.”

She began walking, but Cooper was quick to reach out and stop her. He wasn’t done with this conversation. “I’m sorry I sold ya.”

Lucy offered him a gentle look. “I know.”

With that, Lucy started walking. Cooper waved for CX404 to follow along, and walked after Lucy. It was silent, which was when Cooper’s mind always began to do that damn thinking of his. Lucy was gentle, truly. And if such a gentle soul, someone like his own daughter’s, could accept Cooper for what he’d become…

Maybe his daughter wouldn’t think him a monster after all.

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[ozimaniac]

[A Character Analysis of Zen]

Now that we have Zen’s birthday date and know that his zodiac sign is cancer, I just want to look at some characteristics. (Because I’m guessing that these dates were picked for a reason and not just random.) I Also want to talk about his past and why he is so avoidant about it. Even if I just end up pointlessly rambling about it, with no clear conclusion, because we just don’t know yet.

I will now infodump. A lot.

So a main characteristic of cancers is that they are closed off or seem distant at first. Cancers hold back on revealing their thoughts, therefore they come off as mysterious and not easy to approach. They also try to avoid confrontation. They retreat into their “shells” if they are uncomfortable and they like to brood.

Nonetheless they are very caring and protective about their family and friends. They might put the comfort of others before their own. They have the tendency to be self-sacrificing.

I think this description fits Zen well. His character seems calm and at peace with himself at first, but slowly you realise that there are underlying insecurities and you don’t really know what he is thinking. Ow2 actually gave us some voice lines that make it more clear that he isn’t a perfect individual, that reached complete inner peace. He has struggles of his own.

I also saw “dislikes revealing of personal life”, which is really accurate. He has always been really mysterious, especially about his past. This is noticeable in the interaction with Rein and Genji, where Rein asks him “What did you do? You know, before the Crisis?” And he will give different responses, that are kind of short, silly or underwhelming, and it’s implied that he isn’t telling the entire truth. Let me list the following responses:

“I served coffee.”

“I collected payments at a laser tag arena.”

“I was a lifeguard at a water park.”

“I drove a tractor.”

These are pretty ordinary jobs, and I don’t doubt that he worked these jobs. (Except for the lifeguard one maybe, he doesn’t look very waterproof.) So I don’t think that he is lying.. but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t hiding something.

There is also a line, that I think has been cut out of the game, because I only found it in one video.

“I massaged sheep on a free range pasture.”

(Now that’s a dream job. But seriously.. I almost thought I went insane and made it up, because it was really hard to find.)

Then Rein asks “Is that true?” and Genji says “He won’t tell me either.” (Ram also says something similar.) So although he has a close relationship with Genji, he still won’t reveal what happened in his past. And this obviously makes me think that something bad happened, and that he is uncomfortable talking about it.

He also has a line that goes “My memories before the awakening are blurry, but I do remember some things.” and he doesn’t elaborate further.

It could be that he legitimately doesn’t remember a lot before the awakening, and this makes him feel really insecure. Gaining sentience as an omnics and trying to uncover those memories from the past, is probably like thinking about your first memories when you were a child. You might only remember snippets, and you might not be able to recall memories from a certain age. It could also be that some trauma has caused him to repress certain memories about his past and he feels subconsciously uncomfortable about it, which leads to avoidant behaviour, which might be his coping mechanism. Or he does remember his trauma and he is purposefully avoiding it, to not make the people around him uncomfortable or bring the mood down.

Zen’s current self is introverted, wise and sometimes witty. He went through a journey of self healing to get where he is now. So if I had to imagine what he used to be like in the past, then I’m picturing a quiet, oblivious and maybe anxious character. In the story with Symmetra he said that he used to have difficulty understanding certain phrases, which has some parallels to an autistic experience, like Symmetra’s.

His insecurities also shine through in some other voice lines. Like when he talks about his favourite animal, ants. He says “I envy ants for their clarity of purpose.” Although Zen seems quite accomplished, he still lacks purpose in his own eyes. There is also an interaction with Zarya where she asks if he dreams, and Zen answers with “I dream of peace. And, sometimes, falling.” Falling in dreams represents a lack of control over a situation or your life. Also feelings of anxiety or helplessness. 

Tw: trauma and bullying.

Ok so, what was his past like before the crisis.

First I want to look at Zen’s model. He is just an average, humanoid looking omnic. What we saw from Genesis, is that omnics like him were created for various odd jobs. We saw them being cooks or caretakers or servants.

And it’s not hard to imagine that those omnics faced a lot of mistreatment if they made mistakes. It would have been easy for humans to blame omnics and just treat them like objects, and bully them verbally or physically.

If you get bullied early on in your life, it’s likely that this will affect you throughout your life. So even if Zen wasn’t “awakened” yet, he still states that he remembers some things, and that mistreatment could explain his current, closed off self. When he is approached or asked things, he doesn’t say a lot and that could be learned behaviour, and a self defense mechanism. He also uses a lot of wisdoms and phrases that might seem impersonal, at least to strangers. (This could also be a masking behaviour.)

I can also imagine that omnics worked isolating jobs, which humans might avoid. (I’m picturing working in a closed off small space with repetitive tasks or no social interactions. Maybe a factory setting.) And this kind of job could get really lonely and boring. Once again, this could have led him to be more closed off, if he worked in that kind of environment.

Why would he keep this a secret though? Well, maybe it’s just not worth talking about. Sometimes the truth is boring, and the biggest fear is to disappoint. (This is less likely though, because he seems very intent to not tell anyone the details. So it’s probably something more serious that happened, like I mentioned before.)

Instead of being a victim, could Zen have been the aggressor? I think that’s unlikely, because it’s about his past before the crisis. Before the awakening. Most likely he did as he was told, because he didn’t have that level of autonomy yet. This also means that people were able to easily take advantage of him. If people mistreated him, then he had to just accept that, because that was his programming. Also I just don’t see Zen as being aggressive.

Well, anyway that was it!

I got sidetracked a lot on other thoughts, but I wanted to write about Zen’s past for a long time. His zodiac sign just gave me some confirmation about what I was initially thinking.

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Hi Betts, what was it like querying your novel? Do you have any advice on finding an agent?

querying agents...is not fun. it's the worst part of the publishing experience because you're on the precipice between "i've finished a manuscript" and "what if there's no one who sees the same merit in it that i do?" it's a very lonely time, and for me anyway, after a while it started to get kind of humiliating.

i initially queried with a novel that needed serious developmental revision that was beyond my capabilities at the time. there were several agents kind enough to give me feedback in that regard but i didn't really know how to implement their suggestions and ended up giving up on the project. i queried with my short story collection instead.

i found my agent through a twitter pitch event called DVpit. by that point i'd queried i think 60 agents and received 10 full MS requests on the novel. i'd queried 15 with the short story collection and didn't receive any response from anyone. i got one like on my DVpit tweet, followed up with that agent, and she read the MS and offered to sign me. i've been very happy with her. although we were unable to sell the short story collection, so we're working on first run revisions of a different novel right now.

i think getting started can be rough, because there's no cohesive database of agents yet, only pieces of databases. from my understanding, a lot of agencies are starting to use QueryTracker, so that might be a good place to start. there's also the #MSWL tag (manuscript wish list). what worked for me was finding one agent on twitter, then clicking through the recommended accounts, checking out agency websites, and finding which agent would be the best fit for my work at that agency. it was kind of a chaotic process and i didn't really know what i was doing.

my biggest tip is that somewhere on the spreadsheet or database where you track your queries, indicate whether a rejection is a rejection from the agent or the agency. for small agencies, they tell you a rejection from one of them is a rejection from all of them, because if you're a good fit for someone else, they'll send over your MS. however with bigger agencies where there are dozens of agents, a rejection from one means that you can query other agents at that agency.

another big tip is to make sure you're ready. i went in half-baked and i really regret that. make sure your manuscript is as far as you can get it, and you're confident enough to send it straight to print if you had to.

i can talk about query letters in a different post but the main things in your query are:

personalize the query to the agent

find good comp titles and use those titles to indicate a gap in the current market that your book fills

don't take risks

that last one may be controversial because i've heard people have had success with gimmicky queries, like writing the letter in the voice of the book's narrator. but unless you're a gimmicky writer, you're not going to sign the right agent with that method. it's important to show you understand the genre of the query letter and you've done your research. the agent you sign will have a huge stake in your work for years or maybe decades; they want to sign someone who is kind, patient, and professional.

once you get an offer, find a way to tactfully figure out the agent's likelihood they'll remain an agent for a long time. i know a lot of good writers who have lost representation because their agent retired, or became an editor, or just straight-up quit. ideally you want to find someone who is really passionate about putting good books in the world.

also, you'll want to find someone who loves the same things about your work that you do, and has the same vision for it. if you write what you feel is literary fiction but they want to market it as YA, that's not a good fit. if their critical feedback is hurtful and insulting instead of solution-oriented, that's also not a good fit.

and lastly, if you're young, say under 30, there are a lot of people who will try to exploit your youth and potential. they will try to overpower you and take your work in directions you don't want it to go. they'll make you feel powerless and bad about yourself. it may be hard, but if you get a big name agent who wants to sign you but they make you feel like shit (manipulation, backhanded compliments, judgments, etc.), it's better to walk away. from my experience this is a rarity, but it's still possible. look for someone who makes you feel understood and proud of your own work, who is excited to work with you, and whose critical feedback inspires your revision and doesn't hurt your feelings.

#there's a lot more to say about agents but this is the big stuff #that i took away anyway #i am by no means an expert #publishing #writing advice

[sawrinwrites]

Sawrin does Bumbleby Week

I know I said I was going to use this month to focus on OC content, but I am a recklessly impulsive dumbass, so when the prompt list for Bumbleby Week went up and I realised I was accidentally completing the prompt for day 1, my brain went “Welp! Might as well do all 8!” and I agreed.

Some of these are based on concepts I've already been developing for future multi-chapter fics. I've marked those ones with a * by the title so you guys can let me know which ones you want to see the most.

Here’s what you can expect to see over the next 8 days:

Day 1 - Bumblebaby

Title: Expecting

Summary: A new story in the As Told By Ember collection. This tale follows the best girl as she helps her humans prepare for the arrival of their first child.

Author’s Comment: You can thank @reeves3 for this one. Without their suggestion, I wouldn’t have had the inspiration to build out a collection of Ember’s adventures.

Day 2 – Jock & Nerd AU

Title: I See You*

Summary: Weiss knows Blake and Yang are in love, she just hasn’t figured out a way to get them together yet. When Blake accidentally submits the wrong poem to her class and Yang ends up writing an essay on it, Weiss finally finds the opening she’s been waiting for.

Author’s Comment: This fit the prompt better when it was from Yang and Blake’s POV, but the story worked better from Weiss’ so that's what I wrote. Bees trauma-bonding through literature (a concept that is very near and dear to my heart).

Day 3 – Soulmates / Reincarnation

Title: And Every Time I’ll Find You

Summary: As another one of Blake’s lives draw to a close, she and Yang return to the place where it all began.

Author’s Comment: My beta reader banned me from writing soulmate stories because of this. It’s a sad one.

Day 4 – Nomad Blake & Farm Girl Yang

Title: Maybe This Year

Summary: The Kuo Kuana dragon riders make their annual visit to the floating island of Patch. For most, it’s a chance to relax. For Blake, it’s a chance to reunite with Yang and wonder how many more times she’s going to be able to leave.

Author’s Comment: Pretty sure the last time I wrote about dragons was when the years still had 00 in the middle of them. My inner child had a field day with this one. A more fun and light fic than the summary might suggest.

Day 5 – Evil Yang / Blake (or both)

Title: A Weak and Foolish Heart*

Summary: Sequestered to a keep in the middle of the Vacuo desert, the blood mage Blake leverages her skills and her history with Yang to try and ascertain the location of Princess Weiss Schnee.

Author’s Comment: This one’s the reason why each day is getting posted as a new piece of work instead of chapters under one project. Tags for blood, gore, graphic violence, and depictions of torture. I spent hours researching tendon names and positions for this. It’s also the fic that most closely resembles my preferred writing style (make of that fact what you will).

Day 6 – Comfort

Title: The Way It Feels*

Summary: Blake and Yang attempt to be intimate for the first time since Yang’s accident but the loss of sensations in Yang’s arm triggers a panic attack instead. Blake comforts her wife in the aftermath.

Author’s Comment: I’m sorry, it wouldn’t be a Sawrin fic without angst before the comfort.

Day 7 – AU Day

Title: Double Date*

Summary: After Weiss accidentally accepts an invitation to be the third wheel at a dinner date with Pyrrha and her girlfriend, Yang, she begs her best friend, Blake, to join as her fake girlfriend. An easy ask, if Blake didn’t find herself attracted to the blonde on the other side of the table.

Author’s Comment: I was going to put up a vote on which AU to do but the second I added “Fake Dating” to the list my brain went “What if the Bees weren’t the ones who were fake dating?” So here you go, fake dating monochrome with (assumed) Greek fire. Bees & Schneekos endgame. Also an excuse for me finally write Blake into that dress.

Day 8 – Bonus / VA Appreciate Day

Title: Downtime

Summary: Blake and Yang discuss the lives of their VAs, as well as their own budding relationship.

Author’s Comment: The shortest one of the lot, this is really just a small love letter to the Bees and to Barb and Arryn.

I'll be posting a link to each fic under the Bumbleby Week tag as they go live.

[smolfangurl40]

So I was curious

Most fandoms I've been in have had "the fanfic", AKA the one fanfiction that most if not all fans know about.

Examples of this are: Like Father Like Son in the ROTTMNT fandom Repeated Consequences in the LMK fandom and For the Forgotten Ones in the UTMV fandom

So I wanted to know if there was a fanfic in the Sun and Moon Show fandom that everyone knew about, but I didn't want to just ask on Tumblr or TikTok since my content doesn't get too popular on either platform unfortunately, I wouldn't get the responses to know.

Instead, I went onto AO3, and looked through the tag, completely unfiltered.

Results are based on the number of hits the fanfic got, and I'll be linking them. Also, all fics listed will be from when I see them and when this post was made (September 20th, 2023), some of them are incomplete at the time that this post was made. Now here are the top 5 fanfics under the Sun and Moon Show tag on AO3.

Kill Code, You Are the Father by I_See_Four Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 92,063 words Chapters: 38/42 Hits: 7,485 Summary: "An Alternate Dimension where KC tries to build his family and connect with his sons. Due to miscommunications and general Kill Code shenanigans, it's a rocky road but attempts were made. Lunar gets caught in the middle. Just when things are looking up, old conflicts and threats of alternative dimensional possibilities come back to haunt them. Diverges from the Sun and Moon show lore roughly around "Bloodmoon and Killcode TEAM UP?!"." https://archiveofourown.org/works/48245161/chapters/121668802

According to Plan by TheDeadBread88 Rating: General Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 38,786 Chapters: 13/? Hits: 6,898 Summary: "What if Eclipse made yet another mistake? Would he learn from it all?" https://archiveofourown.org/works/44699914/chapters/112465711

Stress Relief by DotPixel Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Language: English Word count: 15,383 Chapters: 5/7 Hits: 6,435 Summary: "Dealing with his overflowing emotions, Sun seeks out to kill Eclipse once and for all. He wasn't expecting to make a deal with the other in the process." Personal warning before you read this: The creator doesn't view Sun and Eclipse as being related at all, but they added the incest tag for whatever reason. Maybe because most people who read it will see them as siblings? I'm not sure. But warning for that. https://archiveofourown.org/works/45441583/chapters/114331249

Archives of the Celestial Fairies by Meg_le_Shark_Bean Rating: General Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 57,499 Chapters: 18/? Hits: 6,220 Summary: "Do you believe in fairies? If so, come along and take a peek into the magic-filled lives of the Sundrop fairy and the Moondrop fairy! This is a collection of one-shot stories following the many adventures and shenanigans of the celestial fairy twins! A majority of these come from prompts received on tumblr. Needed tags and warnings will be applied in notes but each story is relatively safe and readable for most audiences." https://archiveofourown.org/works/46332712/chapters/116652244

Daycare Nommin' by Sephypsychologist Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 22,501 Chapters: 17/? Hits: 5,709 Summary: "a collection of cute fluffy vore stories (unconnected) with Sun and Moon as preds" Personal warning before you read this: It's literally just vore. It's not even sexual. It's just vore. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37929703/chapters/94723831

#sams #tsams #the sun and moon show #sams fanfic #tsams fanfic #the sun and moon show fanfic #sun and moon show #sun and moon show fanfic #longer post #this took so long

[herecomesjoon]

Swipe Right

Pairing Yoongi x Reader Rating 13+ Genre/Tropes Fluff, non-idol!AU Warnings Dating apps and Min Yoongi’s Hands and fluffy hair WC 947 Crosspost AO3 - herecomessatvrn Summary You went along with it just to make your sister happy, but you accidentally made a friend when you matched with someone living in your city. AN Another drabble for sprints on my network @bangtan-oasis​. Min Yoongi is coming for that top spot on my bias line with his recent pictures. I can't get him outta my head.

Unbetad and unedited.

Master List | Tag List Form* *No emails are collected

It had been a couple of months already, since you had connected to him on that app. When your sister had jokingly made an account for you, you rolled your eyes. Complaining that a good and real relationship couldn’t come out of those stupid hookup apps. 

You ate your words soon when his first message popped up. 

You couldn’t remember when you had clicked that little thumbs up on this guy. AgustD, whatever the fuck that meant, seemed interesting enough. A picture of long fingers strumming at a guitar. A picture of him in profile, playing the piano as he looked out of a clear window. The skyline of the city was barely visible, but it seemed familiar. 

He intrigued you because he didn’t seem to be the sort of person who wanted a one night hookup, or even a regular booty call. He proved your right when he messaged you first. 

AgustD: Not really looking for a hookup.

You blinked at your screen, biting your bottom lip, wondering what you should say. 

Y/N: Me neither. My sister put the app on my phone.

Y/N: I just scroll through for the hell of it. Is that weird?

It took a little while for him to respond. You had set your phone down as you went through your night time routine. When you looked back before turning off your bedside light, he had responded. 

AgustD: Not weird. What is weird is that someone also put this app on my phone for me. Might as well use it for friends, if that’s the thing you’re looking for. 

Your lips twitched up into a little smile. That’s how this all began. 

Now it was months later, and you hadn’t looked at that app since. You and AgustD had exchanged numbers. He didn’t know your name, and you didn’t know his. All that you knew was that he worked in music, and he lived in your city. You could have lived in the same building, for all you knew. Though you doubted it since he seemed to be in the comfort of his own home when he sent you the video of him playing the piano with his eyes closed, and the lights dimmed low. 

You were strangers, yet he was a friend now. You confided in him. Telling him about your stressful days. The bright moments when you walked home, feet kicking through crunchy leaves as autumn grew colder and colder. 

Y/N: You would think that they would clear the leaves off the walking paths. Can’t say I’m too upset with it though. 

You sent a picture with the top of your beanie covered head just clipping into the bottom of the frame, and bright light filtered through deep red leaves of the tree above you. In the background, a hint of some of the large sculptures that were dotted along the path of your favorite park. 

And a video followed, capturing the color of the trees as they shed their leaves and then your boots shuffling through windswept piles.

AgustD: I picked the wrong day to take a walk. I was there yesterday. It was dreary and raining. 

AgustD: Also you weren't there. 

Why were you suddenly dizzy? The rush of blood was loud in your ears and your cheeks grew warmer. 

AugustD: Why haven’t we met yet? 

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, unsure of how to reply. You wanted too. You wished for it with all your heart. Why had this man you started talking to randomly suddenly become someone you wanted to spend all your free time with? 

Y/N: We could change that…

Y/N: I’m still here at the park. I’ll wait for you. 

Three little dots popped up. He was typing a reply. Then it disappeared, and reappeared again. For several minutes that happened. Until it had stopped. 

Your heart sank, and you found the nearest bench. You should go. He clearly didn’t actually want to meet you. No, that would have been too much to hope for. 

You lost track of the time as you scrolled through your past chats. Looking at the pictures you had sent back and forth. You wondered what he would be like in person. Would he be tall? What did his voice sound like? You thought it would be gentle and warm. Like a summer breeze. Would his hand fit perfectly in yours? And you wondered what it would be like to be held by him. 

People passed you by as they continued their journey through the park. All the while, still no response. You sighed heavily and looked down the path from the direction you came. You should just go home. You could curl up in your blankets and let your heart ache in privacy while you mourned what never was. 

The shuffle of footsteps had been steady, but the crunch of boots in the crisp leaves was loud and then it stopped suddenly. Your attention turned to the person standing in front of you. 

He wasn’t as tall as you had expected, but from your spot on the bench, he towered over you, lit from behind. His soft long hair was tousled by the wind, brushing his face as it danced and moved. 

“You’re still here.” His voice was not what you had expected either, but it was so much better. 

He held his hand out to you. Fingers that you had seen so many times, and wished that you could lace them with your own. You stood and looked at him curiously till you smiled and reached your hand out for his. 

“Hi,” you breathed a happy sigh. “I’m still here.”

AN Thank you so much for reading! Comments and feedback mean the world to me! Come say hello to me, my ask box is always open! <3

#bts fanfiction #bangtanoasis #btshoneyhive #btscarnivalnet #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #fluff #strangers to friends #friends to lovers #non idol au #satvrn fics #swipe right

[snapshot-culture-is]

Hello! Welcome to Snapshot Culture Is! Below I'm gonna list a few things about this blog regarding boundaries and stances and a bit about me but for now I want to talk about the blog itself.

"Snapshot Culture Is" is a blog I was encouraged to make by my partner system since we both always see system blogs about roles or being a system in general but I can never really find one about snapshots. Which brings us to the next point!

What is a snapshot? Snapshot is a role in a system which just essentially means you are a former version of yourself of a person. Think of like if you went to go talk to a past version of yourself, that's like 13. They have the same thoughts, same interests, same personality, same general way they hold themselves that might not apply to you today. That's what we call a snapshot and the most important thing about snapshots is that many of us don't change past that point in time but not like truamaholders do. Many people consider snapshots and traumaholders the same thing but some snapshots, myself included, actually don't have anything to do with truama I'm simply stuck in the past with an attitude some of my headmates don't associate with anymore and beliefs they also don't believe in. Some snapshots are hosts and some hosts become snapshots but its kinda a minor role some people don't have and that's okay but this blog is here for the people that do and people that don't get posts they can relate to.

This includes snapshots with no truama, snapshots who are also truamaholders, snapshots who have truama but not the main truama, and snapshots who are hosts.

I was gonna see if snapshots had a flag but it seems like we don't so maybe in the future I'll make one if I get the change or if someone finds one let me know!

Under the cut I'm gonna be talking about boundaries/DNI/BYI things and a bit about myself

Edit: BTW I'm like dyslexic and autocorrect saves me more then I like to admit but just a warning I will mess up words in spelling and reading and I'm sorry if I read your asks completely wrong

Boundaries:

While I am 19 I don't want NSFW asks on this blog since I'm allowing minors to interact. Please be respectful about that.

If you wanna send in an ask that isn't about snapshot culture but just want to talk about something interesting like a fun fact about yourself go right ahead it just won't be tagged as snapshot culture, we can have fun here.

If you send in asks about general system stuff I probably won't submit it since this is a role specific culture blog but if you are questioning I'm perfectly okay with that too just remember this is a specific subrole blog.

DNI/BYI:

I do not have a dni. Straight up I don't care what you do in your free time as long as it's not on my blog. I'm not going into your house and telling you to take down your decorations because I don't like it. I don't want NSFW, discourse or hate on my blog but if your a heater in your free time I'm happy for you just don't come harassing people through my blog.

I'm EXTREMELY Anti Harassment of all kinds. I don't care you have no right to tell someone to kill themselves. Ever. Again not my house not my problem.

This blog doesn't care for syscourse or shipcourse or anything else discourse in the slightest. Anyone can interact forever. I've done my fair share in discourse and frankly I'm already done I'm a grown adult I got no time for that when I have bills to pay.

About the Owner:

So as you know my name is Rubik collectively and I'm a system myself as well as a snapshot host. As I've said I'm 19 as well as Nonbinary Transfem who's too pamsexual for her own good. My pronouns are She/It and we have a special interest in minecraft! We are specifically in love with Minecraft Story Mode and will talk about it all day if you give us a chance.

Some of our frequent frontiers are as followed

Jasmine - Ageless - Snapshot Host

Rewind - Ageless - Optimist Sponge

Roxy - 24 - Ex host Jack of All Trades

We have more frequent frontiers but these are our main trio. We do not identify with a system origin. System origins are unnecessary to us for many reasons we wish to not get into.

Thank you for reading this far I hope you have a great day and send in some asks! We love you systems of all types and hope you find our blog enjoyable at least!

#intro post #system stuff #plural gang #plural system #plurality #snapshot #snapshot culture is #culture is blog #endo safe #Mod Rubik

[mostlikelynothuman]

Heyy, I went thru your list of recs for Reveal Fics and loved it! I realised FF.net has a lot not on Ao3, but I genuenly don't know how to find stuff in there I wanna read ^^"

Do you have any Everlasting Trio Recommendations? I basically went thru everyone on Ao3 already but am not yet sated xD

Would be awesome, but if nit, that's also ok!

Thank you! 💜

I really don't, sorry.

The problem with FFN is that its search function really just kinda sucks. This is probably symptomatic of the fact that you can't tag fics on FFN, so you have to just cram as many related phrases as you can into the summary if you want someone looking for a specific type of fic to find it.

Everlasting trio has, at least as far as I'm aware as someone who doesn't keep up with ships, gained a lot more popularity in recent years. In the same time, the phandom has largely shifted to AO3 as its fanfiction site of choosing. Most of the Everlasting Trio fics are going to be there. You can search 'Everlasting Trio' on FFN, granting you a grand total of... three fics. There's almost certainly more out there, but you'd have to dig through the entire DP category to find them. As someone who generally doesn't read ship fics, I don't have any stored in my Super Secret Fic Collection™ either.

Sorry I can't be more help. Maybe some of my followers have recommendations?

#danny phantom #everyone moved to ao3 bc ffn sucks ass actually #its just objectively easier to find what you're looking for on ao3

[billiebeanhoward]

All eyes on me - Wilhemina Venable

a/n: been in my drafts for like 6 months. also apologising for any grammar mistakes and im awful at tenses. gif is mine

tw: end of the world?

word count: 2175

tag list: empty everyone left

Days off work spending quality time with your partner Wilhemina have always been your favourite. Either spending the day in each others company with a documentary playing on the television as you both sat doing some knitting on the couch, spending the day in bed or even going out on a nice walk around the lake around your isolated home in the outskirts of LA. But when Wilhemina dedicated todays day of time off to spend the day at the beach, you knew something was up. Something was off. She barely packed anything. The usually organised redhead would've packed a small basket with snacks and a bottle of wine and a blanket but she only insisted on you bringing only yourself. Nothing else.

As you watch her walking barefooted towards the ocean, the soft waves of water lapped at her feet you couldn't help wondering what was going through that beautiful mind of hers. You take off your shoes, roll up your jeans and follow her footprints in the sand, careful to dodge any sharp shells that lay there.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you squint one eye as the sun blares strongly behind your girlfriend as you look at her, waiting for her to speak. Honestly you don't remember the last time she has had a proper conversation with you. Something other than small talk about your day at work, how good the food is, how boring this show is. Never anything other than that. Never telling you how she's feeling anymore. You watch as her gaze returns to the horizon of the vast blue ocean. You watch her lips straighten as she thinks of how to respond.

"Lets just enjoy this day together," is all she says, taking your hand in her left you can feel her quickened pulse through her hand as she grips onto you tightly. "Come, lets sit." you both make your way over to where you laid your jacket down on the sand and sat down, still watching the redhead wondering what the fuck is going on.

-

Hours went by, you both lounging around in the sun, reading books, even grabbing yourselves an ice cream. You didn't even realise how long it had been until you see the sun slowly setting in the distance. "Y/N," Wilhemina's low voice snapped you from your thoughts as she hands you a paper cup with hot coffee inside which you take happily. "I need to talk to you,"

You roll your eyes letting out a chuckle as you bring the steaming beverage to your lips.

"What's funny?" her eyes staring at you as you watch her intently, bring the cup down before setting it down in the sand.

"I swear this is the most you've spoken to me in weeks," you say as you look into her brown eyes.

"I'm sorry," she apologises, snapping her gaze from yours "I've been busy,"

Ah of course, since her "promotion" at work a few weeks ago Wilhemina has been more busier than ever. Hardly ever home, even when she is she is more stressed out and angrier than usual although she tries not to take it out on you, sometimes she just cant help herself.

"Change is happening to the world and I'm apart of it." she says, a small proud smile tugging at her lips as she returns her gaze to you, your brows furrow slightly as you hold onto your coffee again.

"What sort of change?" Her eyes brightened, twinkled almost as if she has been waiting to tell you this secret of hers since forever.

"The world as we know it is ending." the smile on her face grew bigger and your eyes widen at her sudden answer

"what?"

"I know it sounds scary at first but take a moment to think about it." She turns her body slightly to look at you completely, wanting to see your full reaction to this. "The cooperative, a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer, also known as the illuminati, is planning to destroy the world, leaving only the most important people behind. I am leader of my own outpost in central California, I'm leaving tonight before the oceans rise, I will have people come collect you before the nuclear weapons launch tomorrow."

You take in the information, shock taking over and you can't believe it's even happening. Wilhemina takes your hand and you stare at it for a few moments before getting up and walking out towards the ocean again.

"Are you feeling nervous?" the redhead asks with a slight smirk, as you stare out at the sunset for the last time.

"Why? Are you having fun?" you smile at her, which she returns. You look out realising that this is all going to end tomorrow. You watch as the sun slowly hits the tip of the ocean. "It's almost over"

She chuckles deeply at your comment as she steps into the water, the waves slowly lapping at her ankles. "It's just begun"

"But what if -"

She turns to face you, "Don't overthink this, look in my eyes," she holds your face in her hands as you look deeply into her beautiful brown eyes, "Don't be scared. Now, don't be shy. Come on in, the waters fine." she smiles

You look at her remembering her comment from earlier, "But you said the oceans rising"

She chuckles deeply again her shoulders relaxing as she drops her cane to the floor, widening the space between her arms as she relaxes, "Like I give a shit,"

"The whole world's ending," Her words finally hit you, panic arising deep in your stomach as a wave of nausea hits you

"Honey, it already is,"

"Did you know about this before it was happening? You didn't tryto slow it?" you ask, your face turning slightly pale as you look back to her, she grabs your hands tightly.

"Heaven knows I tried. But this is it. Got it?" she looks at you tilting her head a little as you nod once "Good," she smiles "Now get inside."

-

Plans change, Wilhemina ushers you out of the house with her in a panic as soon as her ride comes parked at the door. Hastily, she pushes you through into the backseat as she scoots in beside you, a tall woman and several other people followed you out of your home returning with your bags before the driver began driving away.

"Where are we going?" you ask, the dark night seeping through the windows, thankfully California is quite a bright city so there were plenty of light so you can still see Wilhemina's face. Her lips purse as she takes her cellphone from her small handbag. "I thought you were getting me tomorrow?"

"I couldn't have. It would've been to late." she snaps, frustratingly, her gaze locking to yours as you take in her appearance. She looks stressed and so tired, she hasn't been sleeping well lately and rightfully so. She sighs before taking your hand in hers. "I didn't mean to snap,"

"It's okay," you say bringing your hand to her cheek, and she brings a gloved hand up to hold your hand there longer. She smiles contently as you rub your thumb gently. "We'll be okay,"

"Of course we will," she speaks softly, "We're the only ones that matter. We're going where everybody knows everybody. Everyone is important, but not as important as you and I" she smiles bringing your hand back down to your lap.

You begin feeling lightheaded and you shuffle in your seat as Wilhemina tugs you closer so you can lay your head on her shoulder. "That's it, sweet girl. You're safe with me."

-

You're not sure how long you were out for, not sure how much time had passed. But when you woke up you were laying on the tiled floor of what seemed to be a very large shower room. "How many times must I tell you to make sure the girl is alive."

"I'm sure she is Ms Venable, I'm sorry," a timid voice stutters as the banging from a cane can be heard as you slowly try sitting up.

"You'll be more than sorry if she is dead! And I will not hesitate on killing you myself!" the woman snaps before banging her cane twice and the door to the room unlocked and was quickly pushed open. "Oh Y/N, What have they done to you," the woman coos as she sees your fragile state. "Ms Meed!" she calls, the echoing hurting your ears making you squint. "Help me take Ms Y/L/N up to the purples chambers and get her situated."

It says here she's a grey, Ms Venable," Ms Mead admits as she hands her a clipboard, your eyes furrow as you don't know what the fuck that means.

"Those bastards," she mutters, tossing the clipboard back to the other woman before banging her cane twice again, "Must I repeat myself?"

"No, Ms. Venable."

What the fuck happened to my girlfriend?

-

You didn't see Wilhemina anymore since Ms Mead helped you out of the "quarantine" zone and up into the purple chambers. You look around the room in amusement as you spot the purple victorian styled dress hanging from the closet with a corset beside it. "God, Wilhemina," you shake your head. "Where are you anyway?" you hear the familiar sound of her cane slowly making it's way down the hallway so you quickly attempt at getting into your costume. Then the tapping stopped.

Three knocks rapped at your door and you stood behind it and turned the knob letting the redhead inside. She spots you as she enters the room, her hardened exterior quickly going soft when she sees you struggling. "Need a hand?" she asks softly and you feel a blush rise on your cheeks.

"Really not my thing."

"Well I like it," she smiles as she fastens up the ties, "And I must say, seeing you in this..." her right eyebrow raises slightly, "Is giving me a little tingle,"

"Oh, Wilhemina, you naughty girl," you say looping your arms around her neck before the door knocks again interrupting you. You break apart quickly and head back over to the closet to slide on the dress.

"Ms Venable, Introductions must be made," Ms Mead says as she pokes her head through the door.

"Quite right, Ms Mead. I'm on my way," you roll your eyes at the redhead as she leaves the room but with two bangs of her cane and a loud "I saw that" your eyes widened and you quickly finished getting ready.

-

A loud shrill of a bell was heard signalling it was time for a gathering and everyone sat around the table in the hall. You make yourself situated between a blonde woman and a gentleman who looks very much like Wilhemina's boss and you sat and waited until you heard the tap of a familiar cane.

Everyone abruptly gets up out of their seat except you and the blonde beside you, "Why is everyone getting up?" you turn and ask her, and she smirks as she shrugs her shoulders

"Get your fucking hands up!" You hear your girlfriends voice boom through the room before you could see her. "Get up out of your seats!" your eyes widen in confusion

"What?"

"Ms Vanderbillt. Do you really want to be punished again?" Wilhemina tilts her head as she punctuates her sentence with a tap from her cane.

"No, sorry Ms Venable."

"Jesus christ." you roll your eyes, still not getting up from your seat and Wilhemina turns her head towards you, her beautiful dark lips curling as she sees you.

"Stand up." she orders, "I won't tell you again Ms Y/L/N and you would not like the consequences of defying me I assure you" there was a slight twinkle in her eyes and you roll your eyes again.

"Please pray for me," you mutter under your breath as you stand up, your hands above your head. Vanderbillt giggles as she hears your comment but quickly becomes straight faced as Wilhemina bangs her cane twice.

“All eyes on me," Once Ms Venable seems content with everyone listening and doing as they're told she sits down at the head of the table.

All eyes tracked her as she nodded, "You may sit," You all slumped back in your chair and you put your hands down a light laugh escaping your lips.

"Something funny, Ms Y/L/N?" her head snaps towards you and you shake your head quickly, but you see her eyes darkening. The power getting to her. She loves the feeling of being in control, and the fact she is in charge with all these people bending backwards to her every whim, it's a dream come true for her.

She shakes a small bell by her right hand and a woman quickly runs in with a tray before placing a jelly cube in front of everyone. "Welcome to the end of the world"

#sarah paulson #ahs #wilhemina venable #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #american horror story

[age-of-moonknight]

🎉We’re caught up!!!🎉

We have officially gone through all of 616!Moon Knight’s published material (that I’m aware of anyway hahaha).  Thank you for following along, as there are a lot more of you than I ever thought would be interested in this little project of mine, and I’m so glad I got the opportunity to share this with you all!  For those of you who just started following (first of all hi! So excited to have you!) and for long-time followers alike, don’t worry!  This isn’t the end of the Age of Moon Knight by a long shot.  Administrative minutiae and musings on the future of this blog beneath the cut.

I’ll be keeping a sharp eye out for any new 616!Moon Knight material that gets released and I’ll be posting here accordingly.  Can’t wait to see how the current volume develops and whatever guest appearances they have in store for Moon Knight!

I have also been playing with the idea of branching out into other Moon Knight material.  I definitely want to go through and perhaps share any variant covers I can find, as I think that could be fun.  Furthermore, I might pop my head in and see what the heck went down in the Earth-1610/Ultimates continuity in regard to Moon Knight (or maybe even more non-616 continuities???).  Please feel free to share with me any Moon Knight content you’d like me to investigate and post about as I am definitely open to suggestions hahaha

For those of you who like my comic commentary in general (which???? still never fails to amaze me that some of you not only read the clownery I leave in the tags but actually look forward to them; can’t thank y’all enough and I’m incredibly honored), I’m already thinking about which comic book character I would like to read through next 😅, on a separate side-blog I’d be working on concurrently of course hahaha.  The list of possibilities is currently as follows:

Kaine: Scarlet Spider

Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider

Nate Grey: X-Man

Ted Sallis: Man-Thing

Tyrone Johnson and Tandy Bowen: Cloak and Dagger

Bob Reynolds: The Sentry

There are also some DC characters I’d like to tackle some day (namely Scott Free/Mister Miracle and Big Barda, Bart Allen/Impulse, Conner Kent/Kon-El/Superboy, and Cassandra Cain), but I’d first like to nail down some reading lists that span DC’s many continuity reboots, which my cursory research have yet to yield.

Just let me know if there are any characters listed here (or others? I’m amendable) that you would like to see me dive into on my next side-blog.  Right now, I’m leaning towards Kaine (and not only because he has close to only a quarter of the comic book appearances that Moon Knight does hahaha).

In conclusion, thank you once more for accompanying me on this adventure and I can’t wait to read many, many more comics with you all.

Also, I would just to like to leave this here, collected from What The --?! (Vol. 1/1988), #13:

Might I present to you...MooKnight

#just some housekeeping #ach I feel so bad for people who just started following as I wish there was more I could offer you #or maybe you might prefer that I don't unleash 20 posts a clip on your timelines #😅😅😅 #in any case I'm happy you're here for as long as you'd like to stay :DDD

[calamaorisadoraalvira]

Greetings, I am Isadora Alvira. I am the current host of the Calamaor system. I ask that you use the pronouns ce/cim/cir/cirs/cirself on me. Much of my identity is fluid, confusing, or untold. Please continue reading for this blogs DNI, BYF, about me, and any other information I deem necessary to share.

DNI

DNI is an acronym that stands for "do not interact." There are the blogs I ask to not interact with my blog for my personal comfort and safety as well as to respect others opinions, wishes, and boundaries. I ask that the following do not interact:

Basic DNI criteria. This includes but is not limited to homophobia, transphobia, xenophobic, islamophobic, misogynistic, racist, sexist, ableist, pedophiles, and those who support, justify, or tolerate any of the above.

Those who do not support xenogenders, neopronouns, LIOM labels, or MOGAI labels

Those who do not support therians, otherkins, otherhearted, copinglinkers, or other forms of nonhumanity.

Those who do not support self diagnosis or feel that one isn't valid until they acquire a medical diagnosis

Syscourse, shipcourse, heavily political, or any sort of controversial debate blog

Those who feel it is ever okay to fakeclaim another individuals experience

Those who feel it is ever okay to wish/threaten harm or death upon another individual

BYF

BYF is an acronym that stands for "before you follow." I ask that you read over this list before following as to avoid accidentally breaking your own DNI as well as to understand some of my personal stances and boundaries. Before you follow keep in mind that:

I am part of a nonverbal DID system that is very traumatized and disabled. We will have episodes of delusions, episodes of paranoia, episodes of erratic behaviors, occasional tics that limit our ability to type, manic episodes, depressive episodes, episodes of disassociation, and more. To summarize, please be patient when interacting. Tone tags are very helpful and feel free to ask us how we are currently feeling to avoid negative or otherwise uncomfortable situations.

I am nonhuman and ask that you avoid calling me a human. Instead I am fine with being called an elf, angel, or just a creature.

I have many (in sys) children who may interact through this blog. My children will never front alone and will always have me present with them. If you are uncomfortable with littles interacting with your blog please let me know.

I will interact with both pro-endo and anti-endo blogs as I do not feel my personal opinion needs to be shared. I do not wish to participate in any syscourse or to discuss my thoughts on endos. This beings said, I will respects others boundaries and will remove my interaction if asked to do so.

Please do not ever reality check us. While for some, reality checking can be a helpful tool to define the line between reality and delusion, it does the complete opposite for us. When made aware of our delusions it only triggers paranoia and even more questions or delusions.

Our collective blog is @v-system. We also have an archived blog that belonged to an old host @apstynsears.

About me

Here is some vital information about me that I feel I should share on this blog. My name is Isadora Alvira. I am part of the Calamaor system. I am part of the Vuldra T1 subsystem. If you are unaware of what the Vuldra are, please check out our old hosts archived blog @apstynsears or click here for the specific post.

While I am physically Vuldrakin, I identify as Nara'or kingender. While being Nara'or, I also identify with the terms transneutral, agender, autigender, angelbeing, angelgender, angelenic, asexual, aegoromantic, queerplatonic, and lesbian.

I use the pronouns ce/cim/cir/cirs/cirself. They can be used like the following: Ce went home. Me and cim are having a great time. Cir daughter is beautiful. I believe this is cirs. Ce can tell me cirself.

I am around 3,000 years old, as Calamaor elves live to around 20,000 to 25,000 years. I am quite young compared to most of my kind. I am also much more matured than most my age as well.

I have many roles within my system, some of which include being the current host, autism symptom holder, disciplinarian, emotional funnel, and protector.

My favorite food is orange chicken and white sticky rice, my favorite animal is a dove, my favorite color is ruby red, and my favorite emoji is the wine glass emoji 🍷

I try my best to use proper sentence structure but will sometimes have mishaps. Please feel free to correct me on spelling, punctuation, or any other type of grammar mistakes. I enjoy learning very much and appreciate others assisting me in doing so.

Pluralkit

Here is a list of my pluralkit dash profile, as well as others who may use this blog:

Isadora Alvira Thalia Alvira Legolas Alvira Seraphine Alvira Thranduil Alvira Ecthelion Alvira

#mogai blog #mogai community #liom blog #liom community #elfkin #calamaor #calamaor elves #pinned intro

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

navigation

the self explanatory

art - all the art i reblog comic - similarly, all the art i reblog that is a comic animatic - any animation video - videos music - songs creation - videos of people creating things, be it art, sculpture, chocolate guy, etc. poetry - poetry, using a loose definition of the term abcdefghijklmnop queue - my queue tag long post - posts that are long puns - puns :D cheesy jokes - cheesy jokes <3 polls - tumblr polls tumblr rp - when people on tumblr roleplay dancing - videos of people dancing!! fairytale rewrites - different takes on fairytales cats - cats current events - things that are happening in the world

the less self explanatory

fic recs - all the stories i reblog fic snippets - encompasses bullet point stories, story ideas, and bits of writing that aren't really a full story original story - the stories that aren't fanfics, whether that be original fiction or personal stories original work - the art that (at least as far as i can tell) isn't fanart tumblr famous - ranges from posts that i've seen at least twice to the truly iconic (for some reason on my blog this tag has a column running through the posts. not sure how to fix it) once a week once a month once a year - all the time-based posts, like thursday the 20th, saturday shorts, the Mar 10 Mario billboard, etc. humanity - people being lovely and good, actually <3 :^) - my smile tag! silly and delightful stuff here signal boost - kind of goes hand in hand with current events; less news and more just info i want to/i think should be share(d)? like, interest checks for fan stuff and commissions posts and petitions and so on liveblogging - this would be in the self explanatory bc it's exactly what it sounds like, but so far i've only liveblogged the enola holmes movie and salted about it being different from the books laksdjf;alj wizardry - wizard posting a good reminder - positivity/self care/genuine reminders à la 'turn over your laundry' 'it's okay to be sad sometimes' etc.

the personal

my fics - all my published stories my writing - includes my fics and various bits of writing (and, if you scroll back to late 2020, a choose your own adventure thing i did) meri monologues - my talk posts m mumbles - when i do a little storying in the tags of a post tk got tagged - tag games! this is a relic from when i went by tk for the first few months of having this blog, but i haven't switched it over bc alliteration it's a good good good good good good morning - sometimes i write about the good things in my day and then schedule it to post the following morning :] an ask & an-on ask - my ask answering tags! an ask is on all of them but an-on ask is for. anon asks kind words - a collection of nice things people have said about me/my writing (mostly on this list so i remember it exists)

all my friends are tagged with (one of) their names and that's it

the warnings*

reblog bait - those "reblog if/reblog for" posts. i usually don't reblog the "reblog within ten seconds for good luck" type posts, but it's there to block if you don't want to see those cursing - if there is profanity in a post it will almost certainly have this tag suggestive - the more nsfw posts i reblog. it's not very often, and it'll almost never be explicit, but this is my tag for that flashing cw & eye strain - the more eye hurty posts

*there's not really anything else that i reblog and warn for with any regularity, but i'm willing to go back and tag posts if you send me an ask requesting it! additionally, my warning tagging convention is [thing cw] or just [thing mention] if it's not depicted. so for example if there was an art post showing blood i'd tag it "blood cw", but a story that briefly discussed someone dying would have "death mention."

the references

reference - just general stuff i want to hold on to for reference baking reference - baking but also recipes in general art reference writing reference job reference ^ all fairly self explanatory

the religious

greek mythology - all the greek mythology related posts i reblog christianity - mostly memey christian stuff tbh judaism - happy holidays reblogs + info about it

the fandoms

my general tagging convention for fandoms is [media name] for any posts featuring it, [abbreviated media name + character name] or [character's full name] for any characters in the post, and [ship name] for any featured ships. so a prinxiety post would be tagged with "sanders sides," "ts virgil," "ts roman," and "prinxiety," along with any other relevant tags. or a post featuring phineas and perry would be tagged with "phineas and ferb," "phineas flynn," and "perry the platypus," because for the p&f fandom i tag characters' full names. exceptions include rottmnt, because i didn't want to type out the full show name, but the characters are all tagged [rise character name] & the mxtx fandoms like the untamed and svsss, they're all under "mxtx" bc i haven't actually consumed any of the stories

i have a lot of fandoms i reblog stuff for but the main ones are sanders sides, miraculous ladybug, mcyt*, dnd podcasts (the adventure zone**, legendlark, and spell check mostly) A:TLA, and dp x dc (danny phantom/dcu crossovers - those posts get tagged "dp x dc," "danny phantom," AND "dcu" (i might omit one fandom or the other if the post is, say, a fic that mostly only talks about one fandom, but it'll have the "dp x dc" tag still))

*similar to dp x dc, mcyt posts will always have the "mcyt" tag, and if there's an associated smp with it, i'll tag that as well. i think the only smps i've tagged are dsmp, qsmp, hermitcraft, and life smps. ngl, my character tags for mcyt stuff is a mess and i don't feel like fixing it legendlark is also similar - each post has the 'legendlark' tag and then the og campaign is tagged 'dames and dragons' and any hrose camp posts are tagged as such

**i don't have one unifying tag for all adventure zone content. each campaign has its own tag - so like "taz balance" is the main taz tag you'll see on my blog - and then the characters are all just [taz character name] (e.g. "taz taako")

#because four years in is the best time to make this post 👍 #i'm probably missing some stuff but these are the main ones i think #if i remember anything else i'll add it in 👍 #meri monologues #edit: okay fixed whatever glitch caused the links to ride up to the previous line !!

[lcurham]

Can we access Australian experimental film?

I’ve just spent the last 60 minutes looking through the National Film and Sound Archive database. I began by looking at the SynCity publication that accompanied the 2006 exhibition using the materials of the Sydney Super 8 Group/ Sydney Intermedia network and dLux Media arts. I consulted the Mark Titmarsh article about the Super 8 scene in Sydney and the list of works included in the SynCity exhibition of 2006 curated by Mark Titmarsh. I then went onto the NFSA website and searched some of the artists included in that exhibition: Gary Warner Catherine Lowing Alyson Bell to see how they are represented in the NFSA. Works are there and they are tagged in category as ‘experimental’. I then searched that category ‘experimental’, limiting my my search by decade. So I looked at the 50s (about 30 entries) 60s (about 120 entries) and 70s (over 300 entries). I compared what I found with the Cantrills’  summary of experimental film in the Oxford Companion to Australian Film which portrays Gil Brealey and Dusan Marek as the experimental pioneers of the ‘50s. That matches the picture reflected in the NFSA collections. I noted that Poem 25 is actually in the NFSA, that was interesting to me in particular. 

I noted names I had not encountered before: David Lourie, Tom Cowan, Chris Lofven, Zoran Janjic, Rivka Hartmann, Clemency Weight/Brown. I explored if works are actually accessible. There are access copies but they must be viewed on site for a fee (or copied for an even bigger fee). I can see that Alex Gerbaz has been there before. There are 59 experimental works with his synopsis added. The NFSA has been developing curatorial pathways through their collection to guide users to publicly accessible-digitised material. It seems a useful goal would be to do something under the banner of experimental to guide the public to this content.

I also noted the video cassette publication Off Air, that’s one to follow up in the NFSA collection. 

Title No: 480876 Title: OFF AIR : A VIDEO CASSETTE MAGAZINE NO. 2 Release Date: 1 December 1985 Produced as: Newsreel Media: Film Summary:  The 2nd issue of Off Air - a V.C.M', a video magazine intended to promote video artists and filmmakers. Compiled by the New South Wales Institute of Technology. Comprises a one minute introduction followed by various segments: from coverage of a film festival to music clips to 16mm film animation to Bad Seeds to experimental video to a very independent film director/producer.

Duration: 01:00:00

Not sure who this is who produced that , but here’s the blog: https://fadingmemoriesofanunderachiever.blog/2016/02/

My next move was to check my bookshelf. I have a copy of the exhibition catalogue for Recent Australian Art, AGNSW 1973. Any film or video in there?Yes Peter Callas and Mike Parr, Idea Demonstrations 1972.

I also check the Video Logic catalogue from c. 2008 at the MCA, an essay by Stephen Jones teases out histories to Australian video art and he does connect it to experimental and expanded cinema, but only just. 

I check the experimental art in Qld monograph, searching up Gary Warner entries. I see he was in charge of the No Frills Film Fund and he did some stuff with the AFC research arm on methods to transfer computer images to film/video. 

I check out Re: Live (Cubbitt and Thomas 2013) and another Stephen Jones article in there and one by John Conomos, both again on the video side of these equations. 

What did I learn from all this? I’ve learnt that there are numerous efforts at video and new media history.

Next I cross check the literature I know for experimental film, australia as a subject. I get 32 results. Useful are:

Senses of cinema 2013 - a special dossier on Albie Thoms

I check out the Poole and French article of 2009 and see a new Gerbaz article in the NFSA journal. Important here are some basics about the funding arrangements, eg EFTF switches from AFI to AFC. 

Zuvela https://www.realtimearts.net/article/issue107/10554

I also return to the Adrian Martin article in Zurbrugg, he scathingly mentions the John Cumming review of the 1992 Experimenta exhibition. I track that down in Artlink. 

Dirk sheds some light on the lending collection, at the National Library until into the 1990s before it was moved to the NFSA. Arthur Cantrill used the NFSA lending collection for his teaching and he would then show these films to his students at Melbourne State College.