#i wish i lived in this moodboard honestly

[vulpinedyke]

fox's platonic stobin moodboards - night in the woods au

It had been a long couple of days, and Robin felt as though she had lived an entire life within that time. Since Halloween, it felt like it had been one crisis after another. She, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan had all been trying to figure out what was going on in Hawkins, and it felt as though they were grasping at straws. But at least they were trying. At least... that's what Robin thought should matter? That they tried.

And now, here they were, she and Steve, laying on his and Jonathan's sofa in the dark. She thought back on life since she had come home from college. Dropped out. Steve was the only one to never question her judgement on coming home. To never ask why. She didn't even think it mattered to him. Not as much as having his best friend back. And that was honestly what Robin needed the most right now.

The rest of it... the bike riding, the target practice in the woods, breaking into the old abandoned Food Donkey out by the Interstate? That was all just gravy.

"Hey, Steve? You awake?"

He made a noise and nodded affirmatively. She didn't see him nod, but she felt it.

"Do you know why I beat down Billy Hargrove 6 years ago?"

There was a moment of silence before Steve finally responded.

"Back then, you said it was because you went all crazy, but I guess that's not really a reason."

"One day, I just. I dunno. Something broke. I felt like reality broke. And everything was just... shapes? People weren't people anymore. They didn't have lives, or feelings. They were just... shapes. And it felt so sad. That it was just... me alone, with all of those shapes. It felt like... all the stuff I'd felt about people before had just been... fake? And I cried. I dunno. Shapes."

Steve was silent.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. What could I have said? It was only the day before the softball game where it happened."

"I remember. I was in the stands. I was so scared for you."

"It was like... nothing, and then I was on top of him, beating his face in with the bat. And there was nothing but shapes. Red shapes, all over the grass."

"He's an asshole, Rob."

"And then I had to go to therapy. Dr. Hank made me journal."

"That guy is... not good at what he does."

"Oh, absolutely not. But it worked. The journaling. Kind of? It helps me hold onto things and keep them in one place, y'know? But then it started to happen again. When I went to college, I couldn't make friends or go outside, or anything. It was all just..."

"Shapes?" Steve said, quietly.

"Yeah."

"I wish you would've called me. I would've come and rescued you."

"I just thought... when I came home... I felt so safe here, for a few days. With you and Nance, and even Jonathan. And then all of this shit happened, and I just-"

Robin's voice broke. Everything was breaking. Again.

And then she felt Steve's arms around her.

"It's gonna be okay, dude. We're all freaked out right now, but it's gonna be okay. You need to sleep. I'll be here all night."

But Robin could feel it. As much as Steve wanted to hold things in place and make them work again, she knew it wouldn't be that simple. She had to go. She had to make it right in the best way she can. She waited. Hours. Until Steve was finally asleep. She crawled off of the sofa, still weak from her injuries.

She stood by the front door. Reached for the handle. Looked at Steve, hair disheveled, sleeping on the couch.

"I love you."

And then... she was gone.

#i know i JUST posted a snippet last night but i couldn't resist #stobin #platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #nitw au

[munsonsduchess]

The Healed Man

summary: it’s been two weeks since steve and dustin brought eddie to your door and two weeks since eddie has been awake

w/c: 1,486

warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of blood, unwanted physical attention (billy hargrove and tommy hagan keep insinuating that you should all be friends), swearing

a/n: welcome to part three of shadow of the moon, you can find part two here, i’m honestly really excited about this series and i can’t wait to share more of it with you all, if you see a typo then say nothing and have a drink of water to forget

dividers are by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard was made by me 💛

It had been a tense couple of weeks since Prince Steven and Dustin had arrived on your doorstep with a bloodied and mauled Edward Munson in need of your aid. You’d managed to bring the young man back to some semblance of stability and had moved him to your own bed to recover instead of laying on your kitchen table.

In the meantime you’d gone back to business as usual, creating your little spells and charms for the townsfolk, love spells for girls who were enamored with the Prince, a boy in the next town over, farmers wishing for a good harvest. It would disturb people to have a bandaged, sometimes still bleeding, boy on your work table.

You changed Edward’s bandages when you had the time. Reapplied the salves. Did whatever you could to keep his body healing.

During this time you’d also met Dustin’s mother, Will’s Mother, Jane’s father, Mike’s older sister Nancy and Lucas’ younger sister Erica. The latter two being a force of nature all on their own.

You’d also met the Prince’s friend Robin who seemed to be keeping a secret of her own if you had to guess.

All of these new people expressed their concern at you living so far away from town and alone. The parents in particular expressed this concern but you’d waved it off,

“I’m not welcome in town” you’d said, “I’m not usually welcome in any towns. People find out who I am and what I am and they tend to not want me around”

“Load of horseshit if you ask me” Jane’s father Jim commented, “lots of stuff going on in that town is horseshit”

You’d learnt later from Will’s mother Joyce that Jim had lost a lot. He’d fought for the King in one of his wars, while he’d been away his daughter had fallen sick and nothing could be done. Jim’s wife was overcome with sadness and had walked to the river, never to come back. He’d found Jane wandering around the woods by herself, she couldn’t speak and wouldn’t eat much except bread but he’d taken her in immediately and cared for the child which everyone thought was ridiculous but Jim had brought Jane up regardless of what other people thought.

Joyce and Dustin’s mother Claudia had promised to come up regularly and check on you and Eddie for whatever you might need.

Among your list of visitors was the Prince himself who came by regularly every night to check on Eddie. He would ask you questions, how was he healing? How long until he woke? Had he said anything even in his sleep?

You didn’t have the answers for his questions and it pained you to see his crestfallen expression each evening. Still the Prince returned, night after night with the same questions.

When you’d see Nancy and Robin during the day they’d tell you that Steve was looking worse and worse every day. He wasn’t sleeping, hardly eating, he was on a mission apparently to find out what exactly had happened to Eddie. How it had happened.

Apparently Eddie did a lot of odd jobs to earn money since he too seemed to be unwelcome by the general townsfolk of Hawkins in the same way you were. People called him a freak and he had been accused of consorting with the devil more than once by certain members of the nobility.

Eddie’s uncle Wayne was a good man and Eddie did all he could to help the older man and he had been returning from a job that evening when he’d been attacked though by what or by whom seemed to be the root cause of the mystery. One that Steve was determined to figure out himself no matter how much his friends offered to help.

Just past the two week mark since Eddie had come into your care you’d needed to leave him in the care of Claudia Henderson and Joyce Byers while you’d gone to the local spring nearby to fill some bottles. You’d hadn’t expected to be gone all that long but the universe seemed to have other ideas.

No sooner had you arrived at the spring than you heard the sound of hoofbeats and men laughing. You’d looked up to see Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan and Jason Carver riding your way. Having absolutely no desire to interact with any of those men you’d tried to gather your bottles and leave as quickly as you could but Hargrove stopped you,

“Leaving so soon? Here I thought you were a friendly witch” he laughed, jumping down from his horse, “we just want to be friends right fellas?”

“Yeah. Best friends” Tommy agreed as he dismounted his own horse, “just like you’re such good friends with Stevie”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you mean” you tried to play dumb hoping they’d find less amusement in your torment.

“I think you know exactly what we’re talking about” Carver’s lips were twisted in a cruel sneer. Of the three men he seemed to be taking the least pleasure in accosting you,

“So. How about it honey?” Hargrove had come up behind you and placed his hands on your hip, “let’s be friends”

“The best of friends” Hagan agreed again

You were looking around for a clear line of escape, of a way out of this situation before it went even more terribly, then you heard someone yell in the distance

“Get your hands off her!”

As you caught a glimpse of the Prince in the distance suddenly Hargrove and Hagan immediately backed off but not far enough for your liking,

“Awe come on Stevie. We’re just being friendly” Hagan grinned at him, “you guys are such good friends we figured we’d say hi”

“Maybe your little witch could help us with some problems” Hargrove laughed stepping closer to you again,

“I said get your hands off her” Steve commanded again, “leave her alone”

“You keep strange company Harrington” Carver snapped, “what would your father think if he knew you were visiting a witch each day”

“What would yours think Carver, if he knew you were so disrespectful to your prince?”

No one said anything for a while until eventually Hargrove just sighed and remounted his horse,

“Well that’s ruined my fun. Come on, I’m sure there’s girls who’ll actually be worth fucking in town”

Hagan snorted and remounted his horse, following after Hargrove without sparing a glance backwards at where you were standing. Carver however remained a free extra moments before following his friends.

You let out a sigh of relief and sagged onto the ground. This is why you avoided people, men in particular. Especially men like Hagan and Hargrove. Though it would seem as if Carver had no intention of following through with his friends plans but instead was working off his own agenda.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re assholes” Steve said, he had dismounted now and was walking over to you,

“How did you know I’d be here?” you asked him, no one but Claudia and Joyce knew where you were going,

“I had stopped by the cottage but you weren’t there and Joyce told me you were down here”

“You came to check on your friend” you nodded, “he still hasn’t woken up”

“I came to check on you. I know it can’t be easy looking after Eddie on your own and Claudia said you were sleeping on the floor?”

“I only have one bed your highness. I thought it best for your friend to rest in it rather than on the floor. I do not mind”

“I’ll have another mattress sent. You shouldn’t sleep on the floor”

You had opened your mouth to protest but the Prince had already moved and was gathering up your bottles,

“I’ll help you carry these back” the way he spoke brokered no argument so you simply let him and followed back to your cottage.

As you walked the Prince asked about your life, about your craft, what brought you to Hawkins. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you, which was a marketable change from what you were used to, especially from royalty.

As the cottage came into view you expected the Prince to walk off and leave you to your work but he followed you inside and placed your bottles on the work table,

He bid goodbye to Joyce and Claudia as they headed back into town but still he remained.

“Your highness really you - ” you were about to say that Steve could go on his way, that you would be fine but then you heard something else,

“Steve?” Your head snapped around to where a bandaged but awake Eddie Munson was standing in the doorway to your bedroom looking directly at you, “who the hell are you?”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #duchess writes #duchess.txt #shadow of the moon 🌙

[raijae]

Red Snow

Summary: Alice is controlled by another being and does the unthinkable.

Word Count: 651

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence

Tags: @flowerslut @twilight-secret-gift-exchange

Event: Twilight Secret Santa Gift Exchange

A/N- This is my fic account I enetered into the event with my other account @flesh--amnesiac I sincerely apologize for the late secret santa gift. This secret santa was ho-ho-horrible this year and should be put on the naughty list. For 10 plis years. Tumblr erased my original fic and moodboard that was queued and set to post on the 25 whilst I was on vacation. I came back this morning to find that nothing was posted. I had to rewrite it and honestly I wish I could've given you the long fic you deserved. It's a lot different and shorter than the original idea/work but nonetheless I hope you enjoy it. I am truly sorry.

He expected death to come for him at some point. Maybe in the form of Maria coming to take him back into her cold dead grasp. Maybe in the form of the Volturi trying to take his heart, Alice, away. But he never in his wildest dream thought it'd be by her hands.

Her beautiful delicate hands. The hands that once touched him so softly despite not needing to. The hands that comforted him at his worst instead of pushing him away. That touched him with such love and adoration. The hand that would tangle themselves in his hair. The same delicate hands that were now dripping a mixture of red and black onto the wet snow covered ground next to his head.

Nothing could have prepared him for this. Fate had finally decided it was time for him to pay for all that he had done in the cruelest way posssible. Alice stood above him drenched in blood and vemon. She was looking down at him, her eyes feral and as dark as vantablack. Her body was rigid like that of a wild beast it contrasted greatly to her normal carefree demeanor. The rage that radiated off her was thick and suffocating.

He couldn't do anything, for the first time he was at a loss. He couldn't bring himself to fight back not with the possibility of her coming back to him. There was always a possibility, he'd seen it happen before. Although, the chances of coming out of this alive were slim to none. Looking up at her, he couldn't help but think her rage was the most beautiful site he had ever seen.

"Alice... darling... please... hear me... come back to me..." he said his voice strained. She didn't respond it was as if he never spoke a word.

"Please, Alice, I can't fight you. I won't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I maimed you. Please, darling, come back to me." He tried again but this time she had grabbed him by the neck. He tried to move but she just kept catching up to him. Whoever or whatever was controlling her made her faster and stronger than ever. He grit his teeth as she began to squeeze slow and hard. He could feel each and every crack that formed on his pale scarred skin.

He knew this was going to be it. He wouldn't and couldn't stop her. He would let her kill him if it meant he was alive. He knew the rest of the clan would take care of her. Once he was dead the spell would be broken and all control would be obsolete.

"Alice if you can hear me..... just know that this isn't your fault..... I wouldn't have wanted it to end any other way........ You being the last thing I see is the only thing I want...... I love you with every fiber of my being.....more than life itself..... Please just live for me........ I'm sorry I couldn't stop this.... that I wasn't strong enough to-"

Five days later Alice awoke from what she could only assume was some type of sleep. Carlisle was the first to greet her. He wore his usual calm smile but his eyes held something resembling sorrow in them. She assumed it was due to her current state. She also noticed that she couldn't see. Maybe her powers weren't fully there yet? He checked her reflexes and asked her a few questions which confused her. It was then that she realized Jasper wasn't in the room and she couldn't sense him anywhere.

"Carlisle? Where's Jasper?" She asked as she looked out the window. She hadn't noticed his sudden shift in demeanor or that Edward and Bella had walked into the room. When she turned around it hit her and then everything went blank. The last thing she saw was Bella rushing at her.

#twilight #jasper hale #jasper #jasper whitlock #alice cullen #jalice #twilight fic #jasper x alice #secret santa #moodboard

[luv4fandoms]

Ok so I decided to go ahead and just post the answers to the ask to help me learn more about Libby lol.

(so here is Libby from the Modern!Marko story I'm planning)

𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿 〜 if your oc can drive, what kind of vehicle do they have? do they have a dream vehicle?

So this is her camper van Serenity, she still needs to paint the outside since it's just white (shaped like this pic but solid white) but the interior is very colorful

(picture this but inside the camper)

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗻 〜 what does your oc wear to sleep? do they have a dedicated set of pajamas or do they just wear whatever?

Answered here

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗮 〜 if your oc has a bag or a purse, what are five things that’d be inside?

1. Her Ipad

2. Her phone

3. Her makeup bag

4. Her fidget cube

5. Her wallet

𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 〜 what was one of your oc’s favorite tv shows/movies as a child? do they still enjoy it now?

Answered here

𝘄𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗼 〜 what’s their relationship like with their parent(s)/guardian(s)?

She has a really good relationship with her mom and stepdad. She hasn't seen her dad since she was about 16 but they still talk, and sadly her stepmother has passed. Her mother encouraged her to go out and find her path and always supported her art endeavors.

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮 〜 does your oc have any disorders or disabilities?

Answered here

𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮 〜 who are some of your oc’s best friends?

Jasmine, Maeve, and Lashay have become her best friends since moving to Santa Carla.

𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 〜 describe your oc’s personality

Libby is a very quiet person, she's not one to usually interact with new people, much more preferring to sit in the background and watch. She wishes she was more outgoing but her anxiety tends to get in the way of that. That being said, she tends to be more open when she gets to know someone and will often be more lively once she's comfortable.

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱 〜 has your oc ever made any choices they regret?

Honestly she would consider the guys she dated in the past as regrets but she sees it as learning experiences. Other than that, just not taking risks or chances that may have led to something good because her anxiety got in the way.

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 〜 post some images or a moodboard that fit your oc’s aesthetic

𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮 〜 post a song or a lyric that fits your oc

A combo of

Nelly Furtado-I'm like a bird

Due to past trauma Libby finds it hard to trust people enough to stay in relationships long. She always fears them leaving so she often leaves first, fluttering off to a new place.

And

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Because she knows that her story is what and how she writes it, and that alone brings her a bit of comfort and a feeling of control in her life.

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗶 〜 does your oc’s name or design reference anything? i.e. music, movies, etc.

Her style is a combo of a lot of different influences. Fairykei, kawaii fashion in general, anime/magical girl, Melanie Martinez, and just overall pastel cuteness.

𝗺𝗼𝗷𝗶𝘁𝗼 〜 does your oc have any tattoos and/or piercings? if so, what are they? if not, do they want any?

The moon stick and Eevee she has on either calf, the ribbons she has on her thighs. The planets she has on her spine, and the My Melody/ Kuromi tattoo is on her chest over her heart.

She also has her ears pierced.

𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶 〜 is your oc a smoker? (tobacco, cannabis, etc.) if so, do they plan on quitting?

No she doesn't like the taste, she has tried weed before just to sleep though. But she prefers edibles over smoking.

𝗺𝗶𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗮 〜 has your oc ever committed any crimes? if so, what did they do? if not, what would they be most likely to commit?

She hasn't committed any crimes and honestly she doesn't think she could, she has always stayed on the straight and narrow...though with certain outside influence she would probably break into some abandoned place or mess with someone's stuff...or possibly more if a dire situation called for it.

𝘁𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 〜 what kind of hobbies does your oc enjoy? is there anything they’ve always wanted to do but never had the time/resources to try?

Answered here

𝗺𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗶 〜 how was your oc’s life growing up? did they do well in school if they attended? do they have any awkward teenage memories?

Answered here

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝗶 〜 does your oc speak any other language(s)? if they didn’t learn to speak the language(s) when they were growing up, when and why did they learn it?

She speaks some Japanese simply because of watching subbed anime and being in love with Japanese culture. She has picked up a few things here and there of other languages, including some Italian that she learned from her neighbor who taught her how to cook and bake traditional Italian recipes.

𝗰𝘂𝗯𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗲 〜 if your oc wears any perfume/cologne, what’s their favorite?

She mainly uses anything that smells like peppermint or roses.

𝗰𝗮𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮 〜 what does your oc’s voice sound like?

I kinda picture her to sound like Alexa Poletti

𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 〜 what does your oc consider to be their best feature? alternatively, what’s something they’re most self conscious about?

She loves her eye color, as she has been told that having green eyes is rare. But she is self conscious about her belly. She knows she isn't fat per say, but she has always had a pooch.

𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗻 〜 what kind of people does your oc hate the most?

She hates liars, she sees no point in lying. She also hates people who hold their authority over others. Men who would target women for horrible things. Bullies. And overall rude people. She also hates disloyal people, this stems from her childhood and it has caused her not to trust people easily.

So there is Libby! I may do this for Jasmine, Maeve, and Lashay as well since they will also be in the story.

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb oc #the lost boys oc #modern!marko

[musingsofvenus]

⭐️!

I love To All the Monsters from infinity to infinity. Like absolutely obsessed with it. It was the fastest I’ve ever written a fic, and it’s honestly my favorite Jacob x Bella fic out of all the ones I’ve written so far. I made so many subtle and not so subtle references from canon. I wish I could re-live writing it all over again. Friends to lovers?? Fake dating?? Teenage romance and drama????? It’s my baby. Honorable mentions below the cut!

Thank you for the ask, and even bigger thank you for making the chapter moodboards when the fic was first released!!!! ILYSM 💕💕💕💕

Chapter 4

“Guys, I’m sure you know Bella,” Jacob begins. He tugs Bella forward. “But as of yesterday, she’s my girlfriend.”

They’re met with silence.

Bella glances at Jacob with worry. This is what she was afraid of. Did they think she was a spy for the vampires? Are vampires and werewolves really mortal enemies like they are in the movies? 

She didn’t want any of them to get angry with Jacob for inviting her. She tries to wiggle her fingers free to escape the blank stares, but Jacob’s grip remains firm.

“Freakin’ finally!” Embry yells, breaking the silence.

Quil jumps up to give her and Jacob a high five. “Welcome to the pack, vampire girl!”

I absolutely ADORED this part in the movie when Peter introduces Lara Jean to his friends AKA the “cool crowd.” It was easy translating this to the Twilight verse-- do y’all remember when Jacob invited Bella to the bonfire in Eclipse, and she was worried the pack would hate her? It just fit here so well. Writing this scene also really made me wish they all went to high school together for real. That would’ve been an interesting dynamic. But alas!

Chapter 6

Bella worries her lip with her teeth. “Dad, can you please be nice? And normal?”

Charlie grumbles under his breath, “I’m always nice.”

Liar, Bella wants to scream. She stomps her foot instead. 

“Dad-”

Charlie pulls the door open before she can get a word out.

Jacob stands on the porch dressed in a shockingly unripped pair of jeans and a light blue polo. Bella didn’t know he owned anything other than casual t-shirts.

He looks… really good. Bella swallows harshly.

This entire chapter was the cutest thing ever, but I just wanted to point out this opening scene. I took inspiration from the scene in Twilight when Bella asks Charlie to be meet Edward and be nice to him. That scene in the film was *chef’s kiss* because what can top the scattered beer cans, the cocking of the gun, and Charlie sarcastically drawing a halo over his head? Nothing. Literally nothing. Charlie supremacy!!

Anyways- when Bella answers the door (in the books), she described Edward as a model in a raincoat ad...? I thought that was the most hilarious way to describe someone’s attractiveness because all I could picture was Bella drooling over an LL Bean catalogue. I was tempted to write that Jacob looked like a walking LL Bean ad as a joke, but it didn’t make the cut. And Bella had the funniest temper in the books that we didn’t see in the movies, so I had to include the beloved foot stomp.

#to all the monsters #ask #twilight au #jacob x bella

[hiccanna-tidbits]

Say what you want Just don’t say that you’re leaving I hope this summer breeze Will last more than a season Will you write to me? In time, we’ll see Maybe spend your whole life with me

We’ve packed our suitcases We’ve shut up all the windows Hold tight Soon you and I flow anywhere the wind blows So make life to me Hold tight to me Stay awake the whole night with me

Can I keep you as a souvenir? Can I take your shirt to dry my tears? Can I meet you here this time next year? Can I keep you as a souvenir? We could take a chance and disappear We could run away, get out of here Can I keep you as a souvenir? Wish you were here

I taste salt in the air In your sweater that I sleep in I dream of us riding bikes At sunset by the ocean Those were giddy days, lazy days Sipping rosé, time to waste

Can I keep you as a souvenir? Can I take your shirt to dry my tears? Can I meet you here this time next year? Can I keep you as a souvenir? We could take a chance and disappear We could run away, get out of here Can I keep you as a souvenir? Wish you were here

And if I leave here, you’re coming with me If you leave here, I’m going with you

Can I keep you as a souvenir? Can I take your shirt to dry my tears? Can I meet you here this time next year? Can I keep you as a souvenir? We could take a chance and disappear We could run away, get out of here Can I keep you as a souvenir? Wish you were here

***

...so I guess I should probably post that summer-themed Moanida moodboard I made before summer’s actually over huh

Luckily, the songs that inspired this take place at the end of the summer anyways, so I guess it still works XD

Long story short, I finally got around to listening to the latest Avril Lavigne album a few months ago and for whatever reason both Souvenir and In Touch have huge Moanida vibes to me, so...I made a little modern AU about it!!! Fuck it, I haven’t made content for these girls in a while, so it’s long overdue.

Anyways, the basic story here is that Merida’s family, the wealthy heirs to some old, old, old money that supposedly comes from their Scottish monarch ancestors, often use the rather cushy funds to take lavish vacations. The summer after Merida turns 16, her mother sets her sights on the Polynesian isles, hoping for a relaxing three months of beach-lounging and daintily sipping classy drinks. Although Merida rolls her eyes at her mother’s lackluster vacation plans, she hopes that if Elinor is preoccupied enough in her suntanning quest (as fruitless as it is--Merida knows damn well their pale Scottish skin will go straight from pink to lobster-red), she won’t be paying much attention to her wandering daughter.

Then one day, after several hours of making sandcastles and then stomping on them to pass the time, Merida meets Moana Waialiki. Moana is a local, her family having lived on that very island for hundreds of years. Generation after generation, they’ve made a life right where they are, never seeing any reason to leave. Additionally, Moana’s people are wary of the dangers of the outside world--especially her father, who lost his best friend to a faraway accident that he didn’t get word of until months later.

Moana wants more. She isn’t content to stay cooped up on her town’s island, and dreams of one day being some sort of community organizer...or perhaps the captain of a tour boat. Anything that lets her meet lots of different people and gets her off the island. Merida can understand--she longs to be free of her parent’s strict rules and expectations, and wants to see and experience so much more than the small world they’ve built for her.

Before they know it, they’re sneaking off on adventures together. Moana’s parents are too busy with their town to pay much attention to where she is, while Elinor, bless all the powers that be, is also taking a vacation from micromanaging her daughter’s life, evidently.

Fergus, meanwhile, is honestly thrilled--his daughter finding someone with her same fire and stubbornness who she can truly be herself around is truly all he could have wanted. He loves his wife, but he knows how lonely Merida can be when she feels like no one really understands her. And Elinor’s sternness hardly helps matters.

They steal an entire summer together. Licking ice pops while meandering their way along jungle paths. Sipping cherry-pineapple cocktails smuggled to them by Moana’s rebellious cousin Maui. Sharing lavish fruit bowls, legs dangling into the fancy pool Elinor and Fergus blew tremendous funds to include as a resort add-on. Having beach picnics and biking across palm tree-covered cliffs. Feeding ever-growing “cool shell” collections. “Accidentally” straying off hiking trails and roaming uncharted parts of the island they’re definitely not supposed to be in. It’s full of mischief and hijinks and perhaps something just a little more than friendship sparking...and it’s the most magical summer either has ever had.

The end of that summer hits both of them hard. They hate the thought of being parted so much that they make a brief plan to run away together. It falls apart, of course--the island’s small enough that there’s nowhere to really go, and for all Moana’s boating dreams, no one’s ever actually taught her how to sail. So they do the next best thing--Moana gives Merida a sweater to remember her by, and Merida promises to do whatever it takes to convince her family to come back the following year.

Hope to make more content for these gals soon <3 I miss them!!!

Pic credits available upon request!

#moana x merida #merida x moana #aesthetic #moodboard #moana #merida #moanaxmerida #meridaxmoana #moanida #moarida #meridana #merana #moana waialiki #merida dunbroch #disney femslash #rotbtd #brave #crossover

[miracleonice87]

in case you missed it, I’m finally getting around to filling old winter holiday prompt list requests from 2021, so we’re having a christmas in July celebration! more details here.

quite honestly, we’re not off to a great start, because the draft I saved in response to the original ask for this one disappeared 🥲 and the ask is nowhere to be found. (but I have a sneeeaking suspicion it could be the same person who requested this Auston blurb because the ask for this one started the same way! here’s hoping they see this 🤞)

first up, a request for Kevin Hayes! this prompt was also requested for Brock, so I’m going to do an edit or moodboard for Brock with the same idea.

Baby’s First Christmas with Kevin Hayes

Last year at this time, you were snuggled with Kevin on the couch in front of the Christmas tree when your mouth was suddenly watering as you found yourself craving a peppermint chocolate milkshake — a flavor you had never in your life enjoyed before. It was only a moment after Kevin chuckled “wait, what the fuck?” that you both looked at each other wide-eyed, gasping simultaneously. Suddenly, as you remembered a recent romantic weekend away in the Poconos, the craving made sense.

And now, Poppy Shelagh Hayes was here, happy and healthy and four months old and ready to take part in her first Hayes family holiday festivities. The tiny girl was the source of not only your random craving a year ago but now the greatest joy you and Kevin had ever known.

Kevin cradled Poppy against his shoulder, bouncing her to the beat of the song playing through the house’s stereo system.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don’t care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree…”

From where you stood in the dining room setting the table for tonight’s Christmas dinner, you could see the sweet scene unfolding in your living room, Kevin singing to your baby girl, making her giggle and reach out to touch his bearded face. You beamed as he pressed a kiss to her chubby cheek, then continued to serenade her.

“I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

Baby, all I want for Christmas is yoooou!”

Kevin lifted Poppy into the air again and again, airplane-style, as she squealed with glee. Finally, you could no longer resist, and left your task to meet the pair in the living room. You offered a round of applause as the song faded, and Kevin turned your way, grinning.

“Well, if that doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, I don’t know what will,” you mused before sidling up to Kevin and wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled warmly and placed a kiss to the side of your head as you took hold of one of Poppy’s tiny hands.

“Best Christmas ever,” Kevin said, looking between his two girls with pride. “You’re a really great gift-giver, you know that?” he asked you as he bounced Poppy on his hip, nodding toward her. You giggled.

“Only the best for you,” you promised, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him. “Merry Christmas, Kev,” you whispered.

He nuzzled your nose. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

#christmas in july 2022 #requests #my writing #kevin hayes #kevin hayes blurb #kevin hayes writing #kevin hayes fanfiction #kevin hayes fanfic #kevin hayes fic

[symptoms-syndrome]

Syscourse (mildly?)

TBH I think that if "plurality" in the form of not-DID (or not exclusively DID?) was more? IDK if it was allowed to be more of a thing online. I honestly think it would improve my experience as someone who does not identify as "plural." I think it would allow people who have alter funtimes and anime introjects who want moodboards and fandom talk etc to have like. A space to express that while DID stuff could be more? Focused I guess? And more broadly applicable maybe? Hard to phrase it. I just think that like. I hear a lot of people feel excluded for either being like. Too "plural" (lots of introjects, want to talk about fun alter stuff, etc) or not "plural" enough (ppl who use exclusively parts language, ppl who are not open about their disorder, etc) and I think it's because, a lot of the time we're lumping a lot of very different expressions and perspectives on something that's vaguely sort of the same/similar and it's frustrating for everyone.

Like. Imagine if every LGBTQ event was just. Broadly LGBTQ. No more "LGBTQ in STEM" workshops or "LGBTQ student unions" just. "LGBTQ group." Like that would be frustrating. Gay drag performers don't have the same needs as gay rocket scientists. Yeah we have some needs in common, and those can be covered by broad. Gay events, but like the additional categories/labels can def. Help focus things to people's needs and wants. Like in this case it wouldn't be doing away with the entire idea of "LGBTQ" stuff it would just be like...adding those extra modifiers. LGBTQ scientists. LGBTQ craftspeople. LGBTQ students. They're all LGBTQ they just have diff lives and stuff.

And I think that smth like "plural" could be rly useful in that way. Like if someone has DID and identifies as plural they can use the plural label for, for lack of a better term, "fun stuff" while the DID label/tag/etc would be more focused on. The actual disorder I guess.

These are just ramblings TBH. Bc I just want. Helpful DID stuff and content and relatable whatever and I just. Get frustrated by what feels like an extremely different experience feeling like it's the only one talked abt online I guess. Like I guess I want a more "pure" online DID space. It's not that I don't think people should have those experiences and they're not "invalid" or whatever they're just not my thing? And not relatable to me? So I wish there was a way to gently be like. Not my thing but here's a diff place to do that bc I do think ppl deserve to express those things. I just don't want...all of DID to be just those sorts of things. IDK IDK IDK.

But on the other hand there's def ppl who are extremely annoying about "DID is HELL you are NOT ALLOWED to enjoy ANY part of DID!!! >:((( No fun allowed" and that's not what I'm trying to say either. Like I am of the sentiment that I don't particularly enjoy any part of my DID and would rather it be gone but I'm happy for ppl who don't feel that way.

Anyway. I h8 syscourse but I do want somewhat of a more. Clinical perspective sometimes and IDK where to find that.

[the-expose-on-girls]

21st Century Pharisees

First of all, let me be clear that I normally do not feel comfortable criticizing people from a Biblical standpoint. "Let he who is without fault cast the first stone" and "judge not lest ye be judged" and all that. Honestly, I don't know how pastors can preach "thou shalt not:_____" every week without feeling awkward, as a fellow sinner, in front of their audience. Thus, the criticism this blog focuses on is mostly in a non-religious context. HOWEVER, there are sometimes religion-based situations that peeve me to such a degree that I cannot look the other way.

(Warning: long religious rant ahead, continue at your discretion. Happy scrolling, if this isn't your cup of tea.)

During this morning's daily social media check, I was greeted by a reel/story/short/tiktok from a girl I used to go to church with that made me cringe then sneer in disgust. She sat on the beige floor in her beige romper in front of a beige crib, praying in dramatic "altar call" style with eyes closed over diapers and placing them carefully into a beige baby bag. A wall of cursive text over this video described the laundry list of things she prayed for on her newborn daughter's behalf, while an equally long caption/description detailed the other inanimate household objects she held during her daily petitions. Super emotional live worship music played in the background, a subtle underscore to the performance of it all. It looked like she had spent at least half an hour putting this thing together, taking time to carefully set up her iphone before sitting down to pray and far longer than the activity itself typing out all the cliche buzzword phrases like "comfort in the Lord" and "place of worship".

This is not the first time this week I have cringed over local (small town) acquaintances putting a ton of time and effort into attempting influencer-level videos of their daily lives... just for friends and family to see. First it was a "get ready to move with us", an attempted spin-off of "GRWM" that was almost fatal levels of cringe. Now, it's this weird Instagram-aesthetic-moodboard-meets-cheesy-Hillsong-music "peek" at this local girl's prayer habits. I wish these small towners, who are one clunky Romeo step above rednecks, would chill out with their "keeping up with the Joneses" influencer attempts on social media.

It disturbs me for a number of reasons and now we get to the preachy part, my least favorite part. Firstly, it's SUPER performative and attention-seeking. It's on the same level as anyone who goes to the trouble to set up their camera to film themselves crying, except worse because she's literally "performing" her religion for the camera, for the views, for the likes, for the validating comments. I'm no expert, but I don't know of any religion, Christianity or otherwise, whose doctrine places a VALUE on performative attention-seeking. Except for cults, which are often very performative.

"2 The Pharisees and the teachers of the Law are experts in the Law of Moses. 3 So obey everything they teach you, but don't do as they do. After all, they say one thing and do something else. 4 They pile heavy burdens on people's shoulders and won't lift a finger to help. 5 Everything they do is just to show off in front of others. They even make a big show of wearing Scripture verses on their foreheads and arms, and they wear big tassels for everyone to see. 6 They love the best seats at banquets and the front seats in the synagogues. 7 And when they are in the market, they like to have people greet them as their teachers." -Matthew 23:2-7 CEV

Secondly, in her grand, aesthetically pleasing performance, she is---intentionally or unintentionally---trying to paint a pretty picture to cover up or distract from her past actions. Things like participating in a super exclusive "cool, holy girls" church clique, backstabbing her friends, and leading guys of all ages on for fun. Sinful? Not specifically by the "letter of the law". Christlike towards the church family? Definitely not. But now that she's not a player anymore, and is settled down with a family of her own, she's a pure, wholesome, righteous housewife. Nobody look behind the curtain! Just watch the pretty beige "day in the Christian life" videos with sweet-sounding buzzwords smeared all over them and forget all about her past.

"27 “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean. 28 In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness." -Matthew 23:27-28 CEV

Thirdly, there are many aspects of one's walk with God that are meant to be personal, almost private, while others are fine to be public. Some forms of worship are public and others are private, so it's not a hard rule across the board. But this... daily prayer sessions for your family... just feels like something that ought to be personal and not shared with the poor fools who signed up to listen/watch. (“Who is more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?”) Somehow, posting it on the internet feels incredibly fake, insincere, and desperate for attention. It gives me an icky feeling.

"3 So when you give to the poor, don’t let anyone know what you are doing." -Matthew 6:3

Fourth, making religion, any religion, into an "aesthetic" like a tag you'd search on Tumblr doesn't feel right to me. Religion, no matter which one, is a way of life, not something to be picked up and enjoyed because it's pretty, until you get bored and find something prettier. First it was the hipster Christians who obsessed over cuffed jeans and Bible verses plastered on photos of foggy forests. Now it's the sad beige Christian girls (*cough*former bullies*cough*) putting cliche, righteous-sounding Christian phrases over videos of their sourdough bread project. "Aesthetisizing" religion just trivializes it. No Bible verse for this one, because I don't remember any passages that talk about #aesthetic. But I don't think I need scripture to back me up on this one.

FIFTH and finally, you know that idiom "if a tree falls in the forest and there's no one around to hear it, does it make a sound"? Translate that to 2023 and it basically equates to: "if something happens and you don't post it all over your social media, did it REALLY happen?" Many girls and young women have been conditioned to a point where they genuinely believe without even realizing it that moments in their lives aren't valuable, special, valid, or even happened unless it gets showed off on their social media for likes and comments. Unfortunately, that now carries over into their religious activities as well. It's not worth their time to sit down for a good reading/journalling session if they can't make an unrealistically aesthetic tiktok of it. If they spend some quiet time in prayer and don't make an Instagram reel with some inspirational worship music, HOW will everyone know what a Godly Woman(tm) they are??? It's both sad and disgusting that they think their worship time, charity, acts of service, and everything else about their walks with God aren't VALID unless people hit that "like" button on social media.

Before anyone tries to argue this one with me, saying that this content can teach and inspire other Christians... no. Just no. It's a night and day difference between teaching and showing off. There is nothing educational about these girls' photos/videos, which only serve to scream in everyone's faces, "LOOK AT ME, LOOK HOW RIGHTEOUS I AM!"

Narcissism is characterized by a focus on "me, me, me", while many religions are supposed to be a focus on their higher power. While they try to make it look like the focus of the videos and their activities are on God, it's very clear that the subject of the videos is themselves for the sake of flattering their egos.

#girl vs girl #instagram hoes #fake girls #bullies #social media #basic white girls #christian white girl #sad beige #former mean girl #retired mean girl #reformed bully

[phdmama]

Lilac! And I'm not a creator so thus have nothing to say but hope your hard thing goes well and quickly

Lilac- You make my dash better and I cherish you

First of all, thank you!! xox this is lovely to hear!!

After I posted the original question, I realized, while I absolutely LOVE hearing from people who are creating content (art, fic, moodboards, recs, whatever), I didn’t want to limit it and here’s why.

You are a creator because life, itself, is a creative act! This opinion comes from my deeply-held belief that humans are meaning-making creatures and we tell stories, and the fundamental story that we all tell is our own lives. Maybe you’re not making fic or art or whatever, but you’re creating a life! Yours! And that’s so interesting to me, all the ways we do that!

So, IF you want and NO pressure, but I’d love to ask you a question! What is a thing you do that you do because you love it? Because it brings you joy? (Also an open question to anyone who wants to answer it!)

One thing that brings me so much joy is listening to people (the wise @julcheninred pointed out that one probably does not become a therapist if one isn’t interested in people’s stories which, you know. Valid.). Honestly I just think people are so interesting.

Thank you also for your well-wishes. Hard thing is meeting expectations, and I’m really grateful to so many people being willing to indulge me and tell me stuff about them!!!

[shutupdevvie]

Tag Game To Better Know You!

Send this to people you'd like to know better!

thanks for the tags @gretavanfleetposts and @whollyfreeamongststars <3333

What book are you currently reading?

i’m about to start reading gods and monsters by shelby mahurin !! (i have to read the summaries of the first two books before i start because it’s been so long and i forget everything)

What do you usually wear?

usually just jeans and a random shirt or sweater. i usually switch between my vans, my converse, and my boots for shoes. and i almost always wear my weight of dreams necklace just because i have an attachment to it at this point :))

How tall are you?

i’m 5’7” or 5’8” i honestly cannot remember anymore

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

i’m a leo !! i know i share a birthday with one of the twins from teen wolf but that’s all i know about

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

both i think. there’s a good mix of people who call me my full name and people who just call me dev.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

well i don’t have a career yet but i can still safely say no because as a kid, i wanted to be a veterinarian and i am certainly not on track to doing that

What is something you’re good as vs. something you’re bad at?

i think i’m good at baking and i’m bad at most sports. and time management honestly.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

i guess one of the only things i’ve created this year have been like cakes and moodboards but one of my favorite cakes i made last year was a vegan cake for my best friends birthday and it was pink with little flowers and it was v cute

Dogs or cats?

both BUT i’ve never lived without a dog so i genuinely don’t know if i could go without one.

What's something you would like to create content for?

i have no clue <3

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

um iced chai lattes, caesar salad (i’m in my hyperfixation again), and the song choking by the velveteers (and josh ofc)

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

for last year, i guess it would be my trip to disney. it was still a good trip !! but things kind of fell apart and i was miserable for like three days which. wasn’t great :))

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

i genuinely do not think i have one :((

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

a caesar salad. specifically one from this restaurant down the shore that i love. and a nap maybe.

literally the only person i will tag is @highdefkiszka if you would like to but anyone else is free to do it also <333

[flordeamatista]

Hello!

idk if you know this, but I love you! You’re honestly one of the best people I’ve ever come across and I’m so glad i met you. I wish I had more words to describe how grateful I am to have you in my life. You’ve done so much for me by sticking around and listening to me that you have no clue. Thank you so muchhhhhh! You deserve all the love you get and so much more

HEARTS EYES SKYE 👑

You are the most beautiful skye.

I absolutely adore you.

You always know when to send me a message, and you always have the funniest gifs! In this Tumblr jungle, it's so rare to find someone who understands my sense of humor. 

On my side of the world, I always know every conversation we have will end with me laughing.

Our connection is the result of both of us living abroad during university and understanding the struggle that comes with taking risks for our own growth.

Whenever I see you, I think of the pretty clouds in the sky of the wind blowing and the way the sun kisses the clouds.

Here is my favorite fic from your daydreams:

none like you

This was one of my favorite series. You know you write like the wind because you tell me your ideas. Then I close my eyes and when I wake up the fic has already been uploaded. You are an amazing writer, always on the move with all your ideas. 

Your beautiful soul reminds me:

Floating in a sea of calm, still air, a beautiful cloud unfolds into a delicate fold.

I think of you when I see this Sebastian picture:

and this one of Chris:

and this tik tok is for you:

And lastly, this moodboard reminds me of the beauty of your soul.

#love letters 🦋 #sweet skye 🦋

[marshymallo]

my dearest mae,

i know i met you only yesterday, but i am so happy i met you. your presence brings me joy and you're sunshine in everyone's lives!!

how are you doing? please, answer honestly❤️🥺

Remember, you're so beautiful. Like your garden inspired theme. Like garden.🍂🌳🌾🥀🌹🌈🌷 You're full of sun, full of happiness and people just wanna go to you and love you!

I just decided to do you little moodboard based off of your beautiful theme. I really hope you like it🥺❤️

I wish you lovely day/night🥺🌈❤️

oh my gosh you’re just the absolute sweetest!! 😭😭

if i’m being honest i’m having a really bad day especially with a test in my next class that i’m not confident on whatsoever, but this ask made me smile so much it’s making me feel a little better about it

and the moodboard is so pretty!!! i’m gonna try and find somewhere to put it on my blog!!

i hope you’re having a wonderful day / night, my dear ❤️❤️❤️

#istg this gave me the biggest dopiest grin #literally out here making my day <33 #≡;- ꒰ ° mail! ✉️ ꒱ #˚✧₊⁎ moots ⁎⁺˳☁︎༚ #- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ dominika ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

[hydralisk98]

Imagination guide to 16^12 (3/?)

This is a follow-up to the following article, mostly aimed at providing further multimedia components for mindful visualization, reality shifting & speculative fiction purposes...

Also, simply appending that this Generative AI creative inspired me quite too, alongside my other sources (including upcoming sketches / drafts of mine...)

Affirmations, expressions, quotes, questions, inspirationals and wishes; Sub-liminal tracks, audio ambience, SFX, sound-tracker music & soundscape; Slide-y illustrations, animations, VFX and motion graphics; Multimedia, hypermedia links, intertextuality; Lively scenarios, filmic life scenes & transformational derivative works; Version control records, “Toybox theory”, “Playground theory”, “Second brains” documentation; Useful habits & routine, mindful imagination exercises, question-oriented paradigm, data visualizations; Journaling logs, common place, US paper worksheets, spreadsheet tables; Spellbook, book of shadows, theme-curated deques, grimoire; Collages, scrapbook pages, doodles, sketches, suggestions jar, keywords pile, pseudo-random OpenSimplex Voronoi Noise textures, moodboard-y charted character mystery gachapons, custom generative MegaOCEAN NPC agents;

Keywords: Soft, Warm, Dark, Natural, Harmonious Innovation, Neue GeoSyndicalism, optimism, curiosity, communal, Solarpunk, groovy conversation pits, Y2K Cartoons, Rollerwave, Laborwave, Neu-Vectorheart, Cassette Futurism, Art Deco, Bauhaus, Art Nouveau, Ukiyo-e, Soft Grunge / Tumblr 2014, Cyberfunk, Sovietwave, Europunk, Far far away future... Bronze Age historical period?

Scenes (Bookstore, Pools, Forested Park, Conversation Pit, Home, Van Roadtrips, Courtroom, Parliament, Communal Public Life Park, Mainframe Computation Room, Mall, Video Rental Store, Laboratories, Offices, "Aperture Science"-like Research Center...)

Agents (Kate, Valenz, Shoshona...)

Also, please remind me to revise the world setting details left to redo in order for you all (and me too honestly) to gain some decent historical background info and to further enhance the lively speculative short scenarios / scripts I encourage producing.

#maskoch #16^12 #maskutchew #customization #manifestation

[tavern-get-togethers]

I remembered that others did this so here I am, doing it. I kind of forgot we even have a tumblr to be fair. So greetings, I am Scott. I am most often just hiding in the inner world. I like my space. I like books and oversized sweaters, as well as sort of 'nerdy' outfits. I wear glasses but since our eyesight is good I don't wear those in the 'real world'. I'm a trans guy, I'm probably the one that struggles with dysphoria most out of all of us? I am known as 'the depressed one' but I honestly don't think that's all there is to me. I can be pretty chill I would say. I think it will be fun to show you a moodboard because I see everyone else has made one. Or well everyone that has done an introduction has.

I'll also share my music choices in the same format as the others. I am a huge fan of Gabrielle (norwegian artist) and music from thai BL series. I forgot to tell you I'm very gay and I vicariously live through BL content because I wish that were me. I also like kpop, especially enhypen and onlyoneof (gay). And as for enhypen I also love all the content from I-LAND because I watched the entire show and I love all songs and performances from that too! I also like the music from the SKAM series because again, living my life vicariously through that content. Anyway here is the actual music: x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x , x

#aboutscott

[bytedykes]

[ID: Four stickman memes. They are: a crying stickman laying on its back in a pool of tears, hands over its face. A stickman grabbing another's cheeks and screaming in their face. A stickman biting its own arm bloody. A red-eyed teary stickfigure grimacing and holding up a thumbs up. /end ID]

^ just finished twatf moodboard. my thoughts under the cut

genuinely so good. i am sick. i am wailing. i am going to throw up.

ok i lied it wasnt like, groundbreaking, but i did enjoy it! and it did give me new kinds of mental illness. im not typically into the "overpowered protagonist" trope at all but i feel like in this case it was more of a vehicle for the philosophy of the novel than the actual. point? im not a literature analysis person haha

i doubt i would have read this novel if it weren't by singshong. it is just generally not my thing. but im glad i did! i liked the character and i thought it was quite clever and funny, the world building was interesting (despite how overly complicated it is) and some parts made me so. oughhhbg. tearing my hair out

i also really enjoyed looking at this from a "how it compares to orv" standpoint (that's also the main reason i decided to read it). i liked seeing the "prototype" ideas in here that resemble parts of orv that were more developed/refined. and i liked the most specific messages that resembled orv's! there were a few bits regarding walls and connection that made me want to erm shrivel up and die

i guess i didn't really understand the ending but i don't think it was awful. those last 3 chapters are honestly what was worst to me, if i had stopped reading on chapter 244 i might have been happier with the openness of it. seeing all of jaehwan's friends dying and sirwen being left alone in the world was depressing as hell and didn't really feel necessary

orv is known for having everything in it and managing to pull off the most unhinged plots and details so i enjoyed seeing that same principle in twatf dsdjskks it threw a lot of things that i didnt expect at all and a lot of them were absurd but all together i think it made it work

goddd some parts just hit very close. maybe not the overall themes but some specific sections made me put my phone down and stare into space... the fall of time arc... the conversation jaehwan has with the long lived race after he's figured out the unclothing... what andersen tells him before she chooses to fight myad... many such cases

some of the criticisms for it that ive seen online are about the bad translation which is fair but i dont think that necessarily reflects the quality of the actual novel? idk the crappy translation and many typos did make it harder to read but i was still able to mostly understand what was happening and i got used to it pretty quickly. i do wish that the side characters were more developed, i was really interested in them and it felt like a lot of their development was dropped or forgotten, but i did love what growth was shown

i liked jaehwan!!! he is such a sopping wet silly guy. guy who is in the horrors forever. guy who is a billion years old but not actually but yes he is. guy who is so autism eyes incarnate. i liked him as a character and i liked following his journey even with his at times repetitive ideas and simple op solutions to everything. it was fun!

i enjoyed the characters in general, karlton grew on me for some reason lol... i liked anderson and runald a lot also... i liked how despite his identity as a lonely existence that works alone, jaehwan did actually forge so many bonds with people he met and did reciprocate them! him and yoonhwan, him hiring claire and meikal for govt positions when he became master of gorgon, him training with chunghuh, his care for runald and anderson, him verbally calling the fallbringers his friends when they reunite, even eventually his friendship with beastlain! i wasn't expecting him to make so many connections because of how set he is on doing everything alone, so i was really happy to see that he does consider them friends and isnt just coldly moving through the world alone, despite what his actions say

really liked the whole lore about [clothes]. i thought that was really cool. did not like the repeated instances of sexual harassment and pervy lines throughout the book

ive been telling people to read orv left and right, but in contrast twatf is a kind of novel that i dont think i would necessarily recommend to anyone (especially not to anyone who wasn't already an enjoyer of this genre and/or more "out there" plots in general) but i did enjoy reading it myself. however i would say that it provided some cool/valuable/fun insight into orv and singshong's writing in general so maybe i would recommend it to someone who has already read orv and wanted to expand on that

overall i did like it!!! i dont think ill be rereading it any time soon but i had fun reading and stewing over it :)

#twatf #oubghhhhh #this is not structured at all i have been writing it for an hour and need to go to bed #misc #blabbermouth tag #<- pls its been 10 months since ive used this. oh well. pretty sure its not even the right tag but im not finding the new one i never use