#just imagine him in period drama clothes

[undergrounddweller89]

Acylius sat quietly at his desk, the room lit with candles , casting a warm glow in his study, papers neatly stacked on the oak desk, his ebony feathers shimmering, showing tints of blue and green, a quill scratching across parchment.

His heart was heavy he hated today...he resented it.

He on this day would send the servants away, no one was allowed to make an appointment with him unless it was a dire emergency and even then , people learned on this day...his usual soft gentle demeanour was sour and blunt.

Or at the very least there seemed to be something dark and depressive.

The servants made their guess's, their rumors about today, but no one knew...he set down the quill....he couldn't focus on the important paper work Infront of him, the weight in his chest was too much. His body felt heavy, perhaps bed was best , he could sleep and just let this day be over with.

With a gentle breath the candles flickered out.

Today had felt like an eternity, with it's endless silence, Acylius pushed back in his chair and stood, making his way over to the window where moonlight poured in, his four black eyes glinting as if they were filled with stars, his white face glowing , looking up and just admiring all that vast beautiful emptiness within the night sky, he felt so separated from the rest of the world in this place of solitude, one of his own making.

Just for today, he needed it for today...he couldn't take being disappointed today...he couldn't take being let down on a day that was supposed to be happy....he'd rather it was like this, he would rather it hurt...turning away from the window he didn't notice the man who'd seen him standing there, who knew just enough about him...to know something wasn't right...even he'd been asked to leave on this day last year...he'd thought nothing of it but when it happened this year...

Jack knew where the back door entrance was, where the secret key was kept that could only respond to people who had been given permission to use it.

He hadn't been pulled back into this age old time without futuristic tech but full of magic just to stand back and do nothing, he wasn't going to ignore the being that had pulled him from that vault , all that fire and ash , who'd healed him from the madness and eridium poisoning...

He'd observed the world Acylius was in and at first he hadn't seen it but with more and more time he saw how people took from the bird demon, how happy they were to have his help and never ask if he needed something...no something definitely wasn't right if out of all the days this one in particular seemed to change Acylius's mood like this...

Down the hall Acylius's tail feathers dragged, he was already starting to undress , he didn't really need clothes for bed considering his body was covered in silky soft feathers. The windows turned dark as he walked by. Upon reaching his room his clothes folded in his arms.

Entering he set down the folded items and made his way to his bed, curling up and sinking into its softness, if only he could sink into it deeper, sink into that pain and just remember nothing else , nothing to contrast it so he didn't know he was in pain, so he didn't know his heart ached...his eyes closed he let out a few pained sobs only to be startled as he heard a voice, trying to forcefully wipe away his tears he finally noticed the man sitting from across the bed on his high backed chair.

"I'm fine Jack...I...wasn't you going to see your daughter ..."

Jack stared at him, again that was another thing this being had done for him, he'd saved her, healed their family...well it was a work in progress but still...and here he was alone crying ...and still not thinking of himself.

"Lulu shut up...you know she's out travelling at the moment, you're not fine."

He climbed on the bed next to him, he was so much smaller than the demon he was sitting next to , gently wiping away his tears and cradling Acylius's head as he stroked over his feathers.

"Come on Princess, tell me what's wrong?"

Acylius just curled up more for a moment, he said nothing, he didn't want to and when he felt Jack shift , a part of him felt terrified he would leave and pulled him down by his leg to cuddle close. He held him against his chest. Jack settled against the larger body and put his arm and leg around him, just to hold Acylius closer, hold onto him tighter.

"If I tell you ...don't pity me...just stay quiet and don't let go..."

Acylius practically whispered, his voice cracking again as an arm wrapped around Jack's back.

"Yeah...I promise..."

"I was born..."

After that Acylius said nothing.

It took Jack a moment to realise what he meant, oh it was his birthday...what the hell had happened to him in his life to make him reject this day so much...he'd let it go for now....but right now....he'd give Acylius what he wanted , what he needed.

He kissed his neck softly and nuzzled him

"Hey kiddo...."

"I'm hundreds of years older than you."

Lulu murmured.

"Yeah yeah...just ... I'm happy...you were... actually...more than happy, I'm thankful...I don't believe in all that religious god shit...but if there's something out there ...I'm thankful for you...I'm happy I get to hold you now ...that I got my daughter back..."

Acylius looked at him to show he was listening.

"I told you to be quiet Jack."

The bird demon pulled him just a little closer though , Jack just smiled and stroked the feathers on Acylius's back, the comfort of his warmth and gentle strength.

A another few moments silence passed between them and this time it was Acylius to break it.

"I'm thankful for you to... thank you Jack...are you alright with just staying like this tonight?"

Jack nodded and squeezed him affectionately and that was all the answer Acylius needed , closing his eyes, his listened to Jack's heart beat and the soft sound of his breathing, today...while it may not be perfect...today was a happy birthday.

#handsome jack #just imagine him in period drama clothes #Acylius Flug #bird demon #birthday #kinda angsty but also soft #borderlands 2 #au as hell #more for my own comfort

[houseofpendragons]

New Ideas for HOTD Alicent Fashion pt.3

So for this one, we’re going to be combining Rhaenyra in this again. The reason for this is bc I’m coving the nightgowns we saw/should have seen. The reason I say some of them are ones we “should have seen” is bc why was everyone still dressed that night on driftmark???? It was late af, why were Rhaenys and Corlys the only ones dressed for bed🤨

But to start, Alicent.

This:

We love this, we need this.

Idk what this is:

What happened, she was dressed so elegantly even if it was just for bed. Now she look like a spinster with a house full of cats.

I just don’t like the way the second dress is designed. The fabric is fine. I don’t like the buttons, I don’t like the sleeves, and I don’t like the bland embroidery around the neckline and the wrists and the waist.

The first dress is flowey, yet form fitting. I like the ties in the front, and the over dress that goes over the dress. It’s the same material and looks the same but the way it is positioned is very flattering and creates a more fanciful appearance.

So to firstly redo the nightgown we see in the picture above we need to take some things into consideration. Alicent has had a confusing interaction with Rhaenyra the night before, almost a ghost of their friendship in girlhood radiating around them, and she even says she will be a good Queen (previously having told Aegon that he is not her son). So, we don’t really know what’s going on in Alicent mind right now. Seriously, I mean this girl gave me whiplash sometimes. That being said, she’s still at the height of her Hightower propaganda kick.

Looking at nightgowns in other historical/period dramas, I’ve noticed that it tends to be the simple additions that you don’t even realize (a pop of color, the material of the dress, the way it hugs the body, a simple embroidered design place somewhere) that really give the dress a more fantasy appeal to them.

So considering her mindset and actions, as well as those design factors:

This actually isn’t too different from the original dress if you really look at it, only the high neckline is an overdress of sheer fabric, still allowing the (perhaps) less appropriate, yet more beautiful nightgown beneath. The overdress helps keep in tact that sense of modesty Alicent seems to be reflecting in her clothing after the time skip, whilst maintaining the more fanciful nightgowns of royalty we see her embracing in her youth. And it is a lighter shade of green as opposed to her usual darker greens, signifying her uncertainties or her wavering ideals.

It is true she also misinterpreted Viserys statement before she went to bed as well, thinking he wished for Aegon to succeed him. However, she is very against Rhaenyra being hurt in any way from the get go. Confliction, family vs. Old friendships

The one thing I would change is that the embroidery around the neckline, the wrists, and the waist would be a gold and red. Not quite Targaryen colors, but the small bit of red fabric on her nightgown could be like the small thought of Rhaenyra being queen tugging at the back of her mind.

Now for the redesign dress. Why is she still in her funeral attire🙄:

She should have been asleep, or at least pretending to be, so I at least think she’d dress the part.

Now I’m not gonna repeat myself with the yada yada yada about the dress should be bc royalty and style bc we been over that.

That being said, we combining again:

We’re keeping the long jacket from the first pick, and the dress in question from the second.

The darker green tone reflects the mood, and having been woken up I’d think she’d grab a coat as driftmark seems cold. The floral patterns add a beautiful design that takes away any simplicity, and I also imagine her liking to take strolls through the garden w/ Helaena so yeah. Just imagine this trailing behind her.

As for the dress, I love the white sleeves tucked into the belt, imagine this falling from her shoulder in her tousle with Rhaenyra, the fabric having ripped or simple fallen instead of the golden ornament across her chest in the original dress. It looks hella a lot more comfortable to sleep in that’s for sure. The simple shade of a slightly darker green making the designs subtle and elegant are just mwah. Just imagining her storming into the room half asleep with her messy hair is so pretty in my mind. No jewelry, no shoes, just messy curls, a nightgown, and an overcoat.

Now for Rhae:

This sucks😭 like it isn’t bad but idk I just don’t like the sleeves or the way the hair looks with the dress. I love the simple braid for bed, it’s literally just the sleeves and the way it hugs her that I don’t like. Okay maybe the shade it is as well. The bottom part looks fine from what I can tell, but the top is what bothers me.

Maybe something a little more like this:

The lighter red for her youth. She’s still been hanging around daemon, although he’s now been sent away at this point, he’s still heavily been influencing her since he’s been there and Daemon is big on Targaryen propaganda (though not Alicent level with faith of the seven stuff).

It’s again one of those where it actually isn’t too far off from the original dress. The color has changed, it’s more fitted, a little design was added, and the sleeves aren’t ruffled anymore. I didn’t care for those at all. And with this I feel I’d like the braid better, though perhaps have it resting over one should instead. It still holds a girlishness about it but has a little extra with the lace and the small design added to the top.

#house of the dragon #hotd #alicent hightower #team black #rhaenyra targaryen #helaena targaryen #team green sympathizer #asoiaf #fire and blood #house targaryen #hotd season 1 #hotd s1 #hotd fashion #hotd costumes #queen rhaenyra targaryen #princess helaena #princess rhaenyra targaryen #queen alicent hightower #lady alicent #queen helaena

[misc-obeyme]

Ok so I'm a Lucifer's fan wouldn't be cute If Mc and Lulu had like a lot of daughters together and they just come around Lulu jump at him asking for him attention.

"Daddy pick me up please🥺"

"No Is my turn! Daddy pick me uup!😡"

And the funny part is that drama never stops in the house when the daughters fight for his attention or for their own clothes or when their periods come and how emotional/chaos they can be.

When they get up in the middle of the night and ask to sleep with their parents of course being near daddy Luci- ahem.

Literally all of them are daddy's girls including Mc😂

Poor Lucifer. First he has to deal with the chaos of his six lil bros then he switches to dealing with the chaos of multiple daughters lol. Are there six of them, too? Because that'd be funny.

Lucifer is such Dad material, imo, but I think he'd be far more lenient with his daughters than he is with his brothers.

Not to get angsty, but I think a lot about how Lucifer would deal with having kids with MC. There's no question that he has daddy issues. I think it's easier for him to consider Satan his little brother than it would be for him to consider Satan his son.

Because look at who he has as a role model... I think he would struggle with the idea that he couldn't be a good father because he only had a crappy one.

But he'd also have MC and it's not like Simeon and Barbatos aren't right there being father figures, you know what I'm saying??

Anyway, back to the topic which is that it would be incredibly cute if Lucifer had a bunch of daughters that were very demanding of his attention. I think he'd be a big softie and give in to them constantly. MC would not help the situation at all.

I also see him helping them with homework and making them pancakes... what a guy. If they need a private tutor, he sends to them to Uncle Satan. If they want to play Fangol, he sends them to Uncle Beel. That is really cute to imagine lol!

#he wouldn't stand a chance #strict!Lucifer goes flying out the window #obey me #obey me lucifer #anon asks #misc answers

[btsgotjams27]

All Grown Up ~ JJK | 16

✨ title: all grown up | series (completed) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. Please continue this series on AO3 or Wattpad. Links below. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done.

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✨ chapter sixteen ~ you deserve everything and more | wc: 1.4k

The rehearsal dinner was a success. You were relieved that that part was over, but the wedding was only in the next few weeks. Then the real festivities would really begin. This was only a tiny piece of the bigger puzzle.

You began to clear out the décor sitting on the table and put them back in their boxes as someone approached you from behind.

"Hey," a voice chimed in.

You gazed up at the tall, handsome man with a soft smile. "Hey, Jin." He really did look dashing in a suit and tie.

Jin crossed his arms, leaning against the table. "I loved your speech, but I'm slightly offended that I didn't get asked to do one."

Along with Yuna and Namjoon's parents, you were the only one to give a speech. You laughed at his remark. He was a jokester, wasn't he? Imagine if you'd gone out on that date with Jin instead of going home with Jungkook.

"I'm sure they wanted to save your speech for the wedding reception. I think it'd make more of an impact," you chuckled, shaking your head.

"Ah–you're probably right. That's better for me so I can charm more people," he grinned, sending a wink. He uncrossed his arms, holding his weight on the table.

You stopped to look at him. "Are you always like this?"

Jin nodded. "Yes."

You continued cleaning, and Jin helped by picking up some things.

"So...how are things with you and Jungkook?" The handsome man was intrigued by your relationship with his young friend. He'd only known Jungkook for a short period, but he grew to care for him like his brother. Jin could tell Jungkook was utterly head over heels for you. The constant pouting and groaning at work was a good indicator of his broken heart.

"Oh--um, I don't know. I haven't spoken to him for a few weeks now." You weren't lying, minus the short conversation from earlier tonight. You had kept your distance for fear of your feelings growing deeper if Jungkook became more persistent.

"I see. You should talk to him. I'd hate to see you guys not have a chance to try and work things out."

You didn't know Jin well, but you were surprised by his sudden advice. You wondered if Jungkook persuaded him to say something to you. 

"That's sweet of you, but I don't know if things will work out between us." You'd thought long and hard about the two of you. The nine-year age gap, especially with an older woman pursuing a younger man, wasn't unheard of, but it certainly wasn't common. Your mind swirled at the thought of judgmental stares and whispers. You didn't think you could handle it.

He came over and handed you a handful of clothed napkins that he was collecting. "He's not a man of many words, but he loves his job and food and you more."

After most family and friends left, you hoped Jungkook was still around. You were searching for him and bumped into Yuna.

"Hey. Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I'm heading back with Joon."

"Okay. Have a good night," you said as you were ready to return in the other direction to find Jungkook.

The two of you had little interaction since dinner tonight. She and Namjoon were busy mingling with the crowd while you were running around like a chicken with your head cut off to ensure everything would go smoothly.

"Y/n--wait."

You stopped in your tracks, turning back around. "Yeah? What's up?"

Yuna tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Nervously, she said, "I, um, just wanted to say thank you for tonight and thank you for the speech. I know it was last minute, and I put you on the spot."

"Oh--it's fine. It was easy to whip something up about you and Namjoon. I just spoke from the heart." You loved watching your best friend fall in love. She and Namjoon were perfect together - cheesy to say, but they really did complete each other.

"...um, have you and Jungkookie decided what you guys are?"

After Namjoon knocked some sense into her, Yuna felt terrible about how she handled everything with you and Jungkook. She was too hasty and rash. She wasn’t thinking about you and everything you were going through. She was only thinking of her baby brother. So, she hoped that the two of you would work things out.

"It's been a while since I've spoken to him, but I told him I couldn't be with him because I respect our friendship and love you too much."

Yuna inched closer and took your hands in hers. "Y/n, I love you, but I can see how much this is hurting the two of you, and I can't bear seeing you guys like this. I'm sorry I overreacted and was a bitch about everything but you two deserve to see if this is worth fighting for.”

"That's what I'm scared of, Yuna. What if it doesn't work out? What if all of this was for nothing? What if I'm not everything he thought I was? What if I break his heart again?"

Your mind would always wander off to the worst possible scenarios. You had already broken Jungkook’s heart, and if the two of you tried to date and it didn’t work out? Then you’d lose both Yuna and Jungkook.

"Y/n, stop talking yourself out of it. You won't know unless you try."

"I love you. You're my best friend. I never wanted to come between you and Jungkook. I'm sorry I put you in a difficult position. I should have talked to you about it first. I was scared because I didn't know how you'd feel about us. And honestly, I'm still scared. I don't want to disappoint you or him."

"You could never disappoint me."

You looked over her shoulder as he approached you. "Jungkook…"

"I'll leave you guys. Bye." She pulled you in for a hug and whispered, "Go get 'em, tiger."

You smiled as you pulled back. Jungkook stood there with his eyes twinkling in the moonlight, his hair swooped perfectly to the side of his face, and a grin slowly spreading from ear to ear.

"Hi,” you uttered with a sheepish smile.

"Hi."

"Don't be so sure that I can't disappoint you. I think I've done that plenty recently.” You weren’t sure how many chances you’d get before you struck out.

He shook his head no and took a step closer to you. "Mm, I think you just needed some time away from us to figure out some things. Do I wish you would have kept me in the loop? Yes, but I understand."

"I don't deserve someone like you."

His hands reached to caress your cheeks, and you leaned into them. It had been so long since you'd felt his touch. You closed your eyes, savoring this sweet moment.

"Y/n, you deserve everything and more."

You softly chuckled and smiled. "You're too good to me."

Jungkook grinned. "I know."

"Never mind. I'll take it back."

"No takebacks!"

"I'm leaving then."

"That's too bad because I'm never letting you go. You're stuck with me forever."

"Forever, huh?"

He smiled and nodded. "That's if you want to."

"I guess if I'm stuck with you forever, then I should have some fun."

His eyes perked up when he heard you. "What kind of fun? Like fun, fun ?" he smirked.

"Oh god, Kook, that's the first thing you think about?"

"That's all I've been thinking about. Do you know how goddamn sexy you are?"

You rolled your eyes.

"What? And you haven't?"

"Um, I may have thought about it on occasion." You may have rubbed one out every night since he’s last touched you. He was too goddamn sexy not to think about his hands roaming all over you.

" Ohh --I see. So, should we do something about it?"

You were trying to push him away playfully, but he pulled you in closer, smiling as he locked his lips with yours. At this moment, you didn't care who was still around or who could see the two of you. You were with the one you wanted, the one you needed - encapsulated and enchanted with each other's presence. You never wanted to let go of him. Who would have thought you and your best friend's little brother?

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✨ next ~ epilogue

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook x noona #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook romance #jungkook smut #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n #fic: all grown up

[themultifandomgal]

Finn Cole- Red Carpet Interview

Finn and I exist our car together ready for our season 5 premiere and interviews. I smooth out my dress before taking Finns arm and we make our way down the carpet taking photos and doing interview

"Hi, how are you both this evening?" One of our interviewers asks

"We're good thank you, excited for tonight" I smile replying

"Watching the show it's about the Shelby family, but I get the impression you guys are actually a family off screen. You both seem to be with Harry a lot when your not filming"

"Yeah we're definitely a family, and I think we're lucky that we can say that" Finn says with a hand now around my waist

"Harry and I are the closest in age he's only like a year older than me so we have really grown up together from season 1. I always say that Harry is my annoying twin, Cillian is the dad, Paul the cool uncle, Sophie is my big sister and Jos like a brother to me"

"A real family then. I guess that makes filming so fun and easy for you guys?"

"Definitely. I can't imagine working on a set we're you haven't got these friendships" Finn replies

"I have to say in the last season we saw YCN toughen up a bit, will that continue throughout the next season?"

"For sure. We are going to see a lot of different things that YCN will struggle with which makes her really angry I guess and at times she will loose her cool"

We're then moved on to our next interview

"Hi how are you doing?" we're asked again

"We're well thank you"

"It's so lovely to see everyone coming out and dressing up. I've seen some people in period clothing"

"Oh wow I love that"

"That's brilliant. That's what we've, we've created a show we're people can get involved and can dress up and can enjoy it for the same reasons we can enjoy it and it's a really special thing in tv..." I see Natasha walk over to us smiling

"Oh hello" I smile interrupting Finn

"Hello" she smiles back

"Sorry babe carry on, I get distracted so easily" I tell the interviewer who laughs

"We we're just saying how nice it is to see everyone dressed up"

"Oh I love it, and the vibe, I wash just told that this is where they would stand to sign up for the war. And since the show focuses so heavily on PTSD it's really quite emotional" Nat says

"As actors what is it about Stevens writing that jumps out of that script when you first see it"

"Oh I only read my parts" I joke but don't last long because I start laughing "No I'm kidding. Erm for me it's how I'm kept at the edge of my seat. Like I can't ever predict what's going to happen"

"You can hear the music coming of the pages"

"It's one of those experiences reading something where it's so visual but every sentence is so exciting" I nods agreeing with Finn

"YN in season 4 we finally got to see YCN fall in love. Will that transpire into this season?"

"Yes. Unfortunately Jordan had brier engagements so wasn't able to film with us anymore so Daryl was casted and he's just slotted right in with all of us"

"What about Micheal. Will we get to see him fall in love this season?"

"Ah that you'll have to wait and see" Finn says making me chuckle because his answer basically was yes.

Move move on to another interview this time just Finn and I. This time it's an interviewer who has interviewed me since season 1

"It's good to see you both again"

"It's good to see you as well. How have you been?" I ask

"I really good thank you. You know I look back at my old interviews with you all and everyone looks practically the same, but then there's you and Harry who now look like actually adults" I laugh at her making the comment

"I know it's crazy. We filmed the pilot when I was 12 and now I'm 20 so it's crazy that nearly 10 years I've been with these guys"

"Well what is the dynamic like on set of a program of a drama like peaky blinders because it's very intense"

"Oh it's horrible" Finn jokes earning a nudge off me

"You know what's weird we would be doing a really intense scene but the moment we hear cut, we all burst out laughing" I say smiling "in season 4 I had to throw a drink at Lizzie but I only really had one chance so we did it over and over again with an empty cup. Then when we were ready we did it for real and I felt to bad. So as soon as we stopped filming I hugged her and kept apologising while Nat was just laughing the whole time"

Finn and I finish up with more interviews and some photos, watching the first episode of season 5 and then finally going to a little after party with all of the cast.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn cole #finn cole x reader #michael grey imagines #michael gray

[no-side-us]

Letters From Watson Liveblog - Apr. 23

The Boscombe Valley Mystery, Part 2 of 3

First "rat-faced," then "bulldog features," and now "ferret-like." I can't wait to see what animal Watson will use to describe Lestrade next.

The use of a "women's intuition" as an explanation gets funnier the more simple and obvious the action is. Last time, it was used to describe a woman being able to recognize her own brother, something men would obviously be unable to do.

Here, Miss Turner is already familiar with Lestrade, and since she probably knows he called for Sherlock, she's probably read about him and would have some knowledge of his appearance.

This is a funny line if you remember that in the first letter young McCarthy was going rabbit hunting. That's why he had a gun with him.

Sherlock Holmes giving a young, distressed woman hopes is an established motif throughout these stories, so take that Lestrade.

Poor Watson, but this is what you get for comparing Lestrade to an animal in almost every case he's involved in.

Look at that, Watson using his medical expertise to help in the case. Although he's only doing so because he has nothing else better to do, it's nice to see him apply his skillset to solving the mystery instead of just observing Sherlock's.

Is this the British equivalent of getting blackout drunk and waking up married in Las Vegas? If so, I like to think getting "into the clutches of a barmaid in Bristol" was as common a trope back then as it kind of is today.

There's a whole other British drama occurring in the background of this case. McCarthy gets married young and foolhardy, meaning he can't marry the woman he actually loves, only for it to turn out that his wife isn't his wife at all and was already married, so he can marry the woman he loves, but her father doesn't like him and doesn't want the marriage to happen.

And also his dad is dead and he's in jail.

Throw in some classism and period-accurate clothing, and you've got yourself a series on the BBC.

Damn, looks like Charles McCarthy isn't the only one getting killed tonight.

This reads less like Sherlock investigating the scene of the crime and more like he's turning into a werewolf. Has that ever been done before? Sherlock as a werewolf? Adaptations have made him a mouse, sent him to the future, be into women, but I don't think there's one where he's a werewolf, which is a shame considering how well it fits here.

Turning back to human, you mean.

So he was killed with a stone.

Now that I think about it, considering that the elder Turner and McCarthy came back to England from Australia, that the killing blow was to the back of the head, and the lack of any other weapon at the scene of the crime, you know what would have been a cool murder weapon?

A boomerang.

Or you could do your job and catch a murderer. The information Sherlock gave was so specific I can't imagine Lestrade would have that difficult a time catching the guilty party.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

#letters from watson #the boscombe valley mystery #sherlock holmes #john h watson #inspector lestrade #john turner #charles mccarthy #james mccarthy #alice turner #dr willows #arthur conan doyle #liveblogging sherlock holmes

[petrichorblue94]

I finally gave into booktok and started reading the cruel prince and I LOVE IT.

I’m after reading Jude get ready for her ball at the start of the book. She’ll probably meet that Cardan dude everyone is obsessed with there.

Just so you know I’m gonna imagine Marcus Lopez from Deadly Academy as him. I know everyone already fancasts him as Matteo riddle but it was either that or Richard from the white queen and I think Marcus is way more mesmerising.

People who have already read the book, who fits better? (just pls imagine Marcus in like period drama clothes and longer hair)

#the cruel prince #jude x cardan #cardan x jude #deadly academy #marcus Lopez #mattheo riddle #richard iii #white queen

[mishyoona]

Since the devs and creative minds behind the FFX -Will- have claimed they wrote the audio drama ambiguous on purpose in order for us to fill in the gaps using our imagination, I'd like to ask what your desire or vision of FFX-3 is! :D

Whether it be in fanfiction or fan art, speculations or whimsical thoughts, I'd love to hear about it!

Hi, Danko Kaji! Brace yourself lol:

I genuinely believe that the future of Spira, unless it's in a distant one, should be left alone. I think X-2 wrapped up the start of the Eternal Calm nicely, and there is no need to push it further. Continuing from where X-2 left off is an example of beating a dead horse.

Also, from what I've seen, going back to Braska's journey is a popular X-3 concept among fans, but that would be the worst, imo. I don't see how it would introduce fresh elements to the story. Essentially, it would be a rehash of X, but with no surprises. I think we should all appreciate how we learned about that time through Auron's recollections (from his personal stories and the memories we witnessed in the ruins), and I fear that a full game focusing on it would diminish that impact. It's an unpopular opinion, but I truly hope that never comes to fruition.

I have two ideas, and one of them is fairly stupid, but I'm sharing. In fact, let's start with that one:

01. Auron in Dream Zanarkand. Tidus once said that fiends were a rarity in DZ, and that it was a big deal when one showed up. It'd be incredible if we got to discover that Auron was the one responsible for keeping them at bay, and was also the one slaying them once they reached the city (a boss, even, which would indeed be a "big deal"). Not necessarily as a hero either, but specifically driven by his promise to ensure Tidus' safety. It's evident that he kept up with his combat skills during his 10 years there, since he wasn't at all rusty when the time for battle came. In fact, he was prepared. The Japanese dialogue hinted that Auron periodically checked in on Tidus. It's interesting to imagine him being away dealing with fiends during those intervals. Perhaps he even had some form of affiliation with a small group of people who learned to fight and are committed to protecting DZ and uncovering some truths. This group could have uncovered something odd that helped them understand there could be more to DZ than meets the eye. They'd be low profile to avoid being dismissed as wacko. Then comes Auron, a sensible man with a strong head on his shoulders, and his arrival in their lives would provide a sense of companionship. Yet he never says he believes them or knows something. Maybe he sees himself in these people who are driven by what they believe, and he knows their worlds would be shattered by the truth.

Since Sin was known to destroy anything/anyone who got too close to DZ, it's plausible that remnants from another world (Spira) would wash up on its shores. Maybr strange technology and trinkets, or unfamiliar clothing. Ideally something more creative than that, lol. Their group backstory would be that their discoveries presented a pattern that each of then began to notice at some point, thus rendering them "touched" by Spira. It would provide an opportunity to see how someone from a fayth's dream or summoning can transform into something more once they've been touched by Spira or Sin. Remember what Bahamut's fayth said:

"Both you and your father have been touched by Sin. Sin, the one whom all Spira—the spiral—revolves. You two are more than just dreams now. Just a little more."

Vague enough to have fun with, if you ask me. Exploring Auron's time in DZ (especially the period between his shattered beliefs and the end of his mortal life) could be awesome. It would allow for insight as to why he aged. Did he manifest it on his own, and if so, was it gradual or immediate? There's a scene in FFX where Tidus (talking to Yuna) revisits a memory that took place while he was still a kid, shortly before his mother's death. Auron was shown to have already aged by then. So, maybe the stress, heartache, fear, and grief (the immense emotional burden) manifested through his appearance, making him look as old and worn as he felt on the inside.

I can't see any of this being translated into a full-fledged game, though. Maybe a smaller game where the "big bad" is actually Auron's inner turmoil and dealing with his new reality—similar to Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 6, lol. But those are my unrefined thoughts on that jumble of dumb.

#inbox #rant jfc #how do you cut on Tumblr now omg #long post warning

[the-type-a]

Random Duncney Family HCs

Duncan has a huge immediate family. He’s the middle child of five children. He has two older brothers and his two younger brothers are twins.

Even though Courtney canonically has a younger sister, I can not picture her as anything but an only child. So to keep things kind of accurate I’d say she is the only child from both her parents but somewhere down the line her dad had another child.

Duncan’s family is super close. He might not like it because everyone’s constantly in his business, but he learns to love it as he gets older. He’s very close with his cousins.

Courtney’s family is not super close but they do know everything going on with each other. It’s like gossiping but in the family. If you do something wrong they all know about it and it’s the whispering that pisses Courtney off.

Duncan isn’t necessarily close to his siblings, but he does prefer his younger brothers because his two older ones are complete dickheads.

Courtney loves her younger sister despite not knowing about her for a period of her life. (Family drama times 100).

When Duncan and Courtney finally have a child together they have a girl first, it’s just the Duncney law. They definitely have more children though.

Duncan is from a boy family. But his own family?? Oh, Duncan’s a girl dad. But he finally gets his boys— his twin boys. (The youngest of the Duncney babies).

All the Duncney children are at most two years apart. After Duncney child #1 is born they buckle down on being careful. It’s not that they weren’t ready for a baby, they just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Courtney’s family has always given Duncan a hard time, despite their own problems, but when they finally start having a family of their own the loosen up a bit.

Courtney’s family sees how much of a great dad Duncan is and wouldn’t dare disrespect him in front of the little ones. If they have an argument they handle it like adults now, not the constant shots and belittling like when Duncan was younger.

Duncan’s family absolutely adores Courtney. They never had any girls so Duncan’s mom is constantly saying Courtney’s like the daughter she never had. They bond instantly. If Courtney’s having a hard time at home, Duncan’s mom is always there for her. Courtney will go to her for advice in a heartbeat.

When Duncan and Courtney have their babies Duncan’s family is swarming into that hospital room. There’s balloons, flowers, new baby clothes, and a whole lot of picture taking.

Being that Duncney child #1 is a girl you know just Duncan’s family is absolutely in love with her. She is the spitting image of Courtney but her eyes are Duncan.

Duncney baby #2 is also a girl, also Courtney’s twin minus the eyes. At this point it’s safe to say they expect girls from now on, all looking like their mom and having their dad’s eyes.

Imagine their surprise when they hear the news about twins. They automatically assume they will be girls and refuse to even get confirmation, which they should have because they definitely need baby boy things now.

Duncney babies #3 and #4 are Duncan’s twins. They have his hair, his nose, his lighter skin, but their eyes are Courtney’s. They now have their perfect little family.

All Duncney babies get their ears pierced after a few months. Thats the way Courtney got hers so she is definitely doing the same.

All Duncney babies are baptized before their first birthday. Geoff and Bridgette are Duncney #1’s godparents. DJ and Courtney’s sister are Duncney baby #2’s godparents. Gwen, Duncan’s twin brothers, and idk who else you can decide are the twins godparents.

All Duncney babies are quick learners. They are rolling over, crawling, walking, and saying their first words super early. They all walk before their first birthday, if not then on their exact birthday.

Courtney talks to them in Spanish as much as she can. She’ll say words in Spanish and then in English. Duncan does the same with Italian. By the time the Duncney children are going into preschool they know English, Spanish, and Italian. Then they learn French while in school.

All the Duncney children have very different personalities but their tempers and goal driven attitudes are 100% Duncney.

Courtney plans out every single birthday for her babies. They have themes, piñatas, games, you name it. Geoff helps her with the details because of course his little nieces and nephews are going to have the best.

All the girls (including Bridgette and Gwen + their girls— though I only see Gwen having a boy but she’s still invited) have little mommy and me days once a week. The boys have their own little thing too.

Once in a while the girls will want to go with Duncan and Courtney can’t say no. Same thing goes for her and the boys.

Duncan is forced to attend tea parties and he must RSVP in advance. He thinks it’s cute that his babies even know what that is because it just screams Courtney.

Duncan dresses up for the part too. Courtney has taken many many pictures.

The boys want to play sports in school so Duncan and Courtney are always there with the girls. Duncan has been asked to take Courtney home on multiple occasions because she will run out on that field if her babies get hurt or theirs foul play.

That’s what I have so far 😅

#duncney #td courtney #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama duncan

[maiji]

Reverse-engineering Hokushin and Otake

I am very very close to finishing part 3 of fight / flight! So close…!! I decided to take a break with what was supposed to be a quick drawing but ended up going down reference rabbit holes oops. This is modern day (actual Yu Yu Hakusho series canon) Hokushin and Otake alongside my imagined early Kamakura-era versions of them in North Bound.

More commentary below the cut.

To figure out their relative heights, it was the usual game of Measuring Stick Yusuke, i.e., relying on the fact that every single character at some point has stood next to Yusuke, or next to someone who has stood next to Yusuke. In this case:

Hokushin is a head taller than Yusuke.

Otake is about half a head taller than adult Koenma.

Adult Koenma is half a head taller than Yusuke.

Therefore, Otake is about half a head taller than Hokushin. Success!!***

This is assuming nobody changed in height between 700 years ago and now lmao

(*** EDIT: I reread this post and was like, wait, what I wrote doesn't make sense. Measuring stick logic outlined above actually indicates that Hokushin and Otake would be about the same height lol. My logic failed. However, I went back to doublecheck my notes and the manga panels and "Otake is about half a head taller than adult Koenma" is little more than guesswork because they spend most of the time crouched next to each other and leaning slightly forward, so he could be anywhere from the same height to even a head taller. Ehhhhhh close enough. Again, 700 years, who's counting.)

Reverse engineering character designs to different ages/periods is always a fun exercise. Aside from new clothes, one of the easiest and most obvious things to do is to change up their hair! Super easy for these two. Give Hokushin hair, and shave Otake’s mustache off and give him a closer-to-period hairstyle instead of his Western-style cut. Done! But of course, a challenge is that for most visual storytelling purposes, you still need the character to be quickly recognizable.

To me, the really distinguishing aspect of Hokushin and Otake is how Togashi renders their eyes. This is where I find it particularly interesting, because both of them have very fixed eye styles. I personally struggle a lot with making them more expressive without feeling like I’m going super off-model. I have a lot more flexibility with Hokushin now because I’ve drawn him about a bajillion times, and through North Bound I’ve stretched the comfort level of how I can depict him. This is only Otake’s second appearance in North Bound (though it feels like a lot more because it’s taking me a while to draw all these parts of a story), so it’s been more challenging. Page 7 in fight / flight part 1 was difficult in terms of making him look intense. You can see what happens if I tried too hard to convey intensity with his eyes by checking out the sketch of the page - it doesn’t look like him anymore. (Sometimes that can work though, for drama especially when conveying something going off the wall and pushing their limits or shocking others with an about-face.)

Working through their designs allowed me to reflect on the parallels in their design and nature. Hokushin and Otake are both envoys of sorts for extremely ancient and powerful non-human masters, and naturally bring a lot of visual gravitas to that role. Neither of them are the sort of people who’re here to just chill and hang out, and their visual appearance and presence need to convey that.

Hokushin I’ve talked about before. Togashi draws him with these really low eyebrows and flat, dark eyes that almost never shift. This makes him look very serious, to the point of glowering. But through the magic of characterization, context and other little facial details, he feels a lot “softer” - friendlier and more approachable. On the flipside, Otake has very thick bushy eyebrows and beady eyes. His eyebrows are definitely much more mobile than Hokushin’s in the manga, and the styling has the potential of coming off almost comedic, but we never get that impression from him unless Togashi is actually drawing him in a situation where we’re intended to laugh at him (e.g., his reactions to Yusuke pretending to turn into an evil demon). Instead, he feels really serious - much more rigid and inflexible than Hokushin.

Part of this is due to reader perspective as well. Hokushin is a demon who eats humans, which is typically terrifying nightmare material. Otake, on the flipside, is the head of the Spirit World’s Special Defence Force, sent out to save the Human World and also stop a powerful demon from awakening, which sounds like a classic hero. But of course, Togashi has flipped them on their heads, at the most basic level simply by sheer virtue of their associations. Yusuke is the protagonist we’ve followed since volume 1; by the time we get to volume 16, we know him very well and have been rooting for him for all these pages. We can quickly recognize and identify his struggles even in challenging situations. Thus, Otake intent on killing Yusuke (permanently) makes us quick to judge him as villainous - or at the very least on the “wrong” side. Meanwhile, Hokushin appearing in Yusuke’s court, understanding Yusuke’s concerns and even giving answers that clearly align him with Yusuke’s values, immediately develops more benign associations. It’s interesting to compare and contrast them!

#yu yu hakusho #fanart #hokushin #otake #character design #yyh north bound #art by maiji/mary huang

[hyperfixatinglove]

Hi Roe! Can I get uhhh... 🪽, ✨ and 💛 for Jacob plz (assorted ask game) <3

🪽 - imagine an au where your f/o is your guardian angel. what kind of relationship dynamic do the two of you have? are they the type to be more exasperated by your silly actions or protective over you?

Jacob would be very protective as guardian angel. I think he would show himself to humans a lot more than it's safe or even allowed to do so, as Jacob is romantic at heart & what could be more romantic than literal guardian angel falling for their charge?

He'd still be just as silly as in canon, as he would love to be source of laughter and for mortals to forget their troubles for just a moment. I also think he'd be curious about mortal world and how it would work, even if he wouldn't understand everything.

I think his halo wouldn't be golden but silver & he would have something about him that doesn't make him entirely an angel or different from other angels. Maybe clipped wing or accessory from past charge.

Our dynamic would mostly remain the same. Him being the teaser and silly one with vulnerable moments, with me being the quieter and serious. But he would be the one defending & protecting me, it comes with being immortal angel.

He would love to just float next to me when I'm doing errands and talk to me, as I bet only the person who's assigned to an angel can see that particular angel.

✨ - share some headcanons about your f/o! this can be visual headcanons, sexuality or gender, disabilities and neurodivergencies, etc!

Well considering his 80's outfit is literally sports jersey turned into crop top, I do headcanon he likes to dress sporty & collects sports clothes. He does also dress up more casual & bland, as his 50's and default outfit are gray & black.

For sexuality headcanon I must do something for Jacob as the game presents him as straight since his former love interest is Emma. As I'm not a woman and not a man either, Jacob has to put it mildly, crisis during the story I've created. This part is already over when Quar.ry as a game starts. Jacob does think of himself as straight but then unlabeled as Eden comes along and flips his thoughts. Perhaps he doesn't label himself at all or maybe he's either bi or pan.

Actually I think he'd like pan, as he can make as many jokes & puns before queerphobes can. And I think he'd like the flag colors & it would suit him more.

Given how clumsy he is & how he seems to be impulsive or not think about his actions having consequences I do think he could be neurodivergent but I don't feel that as confidently as I do for Ryan & Bobby who both strike me as autistic. He could just be naturally clumsy etc.

But I do headcanon he does end up disabled by the end of the night. In ch 6 of the game he will step on bear trap regardless of player input & if he isn't bitten he will have that ankle fucked up the entire night. He can still outrun Chris as Werewolf for a short time but it could be adrenaline working. I think getting your ankle fucked up by bear trap & then not getting medical help until morning, which is canonically at least 7 hours could end up making him disabled or at the very least have a limp for the rest of his life. Maybe the wound will ache like phantom pain occasionally?

Jacob loves romance movies & genre. He especially has soft spot for romcoms as it combines the two things he loves the most, jokes & romance. He is ashamed of this and hides it from other counselors expect of course Kaitlyn knows. He hasn't seen period drama romance before he gets together with Eden & survives events of the game but he's open to watch some and becomes a kinda of fan. He prefers more modern romance, but he won't say no. His biggest guilty pleasure are the bad romance christmas movies.

And now I headcanon Jacob as Barbie fan.

💛 - what is something most people consider a flaw of your f/o that you find endearing? why is it that you like that trait?

Let's see here. Clingy, possessive, clumsy, arrogant, careless.. There's a lot of traits people consider massive flaws of Jacob.

Many fandom people utterly despite him but considering how many thirst over Travis whom I consider to be way worse than Jacob, I don't put much weight into fandom opinions. It seems like tumblr fandom is dead anyway.

Clingy is fine to me, possessiveness is actually kinda hot, clumsy is just adorable & makes him doing sports much harder and he still tries so admirable since he has muscular build & is canonically jock stereotype and described as athletic.

Arrogant is mostly player determinant, the only ways it shows in canon is him trying to be brave about seeing werewolf in cage & taunt it & ask if it wants to fight him.

One could consider him still pining & trying for Emma's love who wants nothing to do with him but can't convey that as arrogant. But I can't exactly put all that blame on Jacob since it takes two to tango & Emma still flirts with him and sends mixed messages until the end of the game. I firmly believe Emma & Jacob bring out the worst in each other. Their theme song could very well be Unlike Pluto - Worst In Me

He's careless & arrogant when he sabotages the van at the start of the game, but honestly I can't bring myself to cast such harsh judgement most players do. Jacob could not have known about werewolves & if player chooses to steal tiny part the van is repairable. Besides it was Kaitlyn who gave Jacob the explicit details how to sabotage as Jacob did not know how. He just wanted innocent, one more night of fun & memories and hoped he could ''repair¨ his relationship with Emma. Selfish yes, but like he said, ultimately harmless. And yet he blames himself for everything. If anyone dies during the game you can fucking guarantee he will feel responsible. Most of the fandom already does, as this, this one act, is sited as the main reason why people kill him off, why they hate him, why he's the worst character.. The writers forced him to do it, without him we wouldn't have the game.

Some of the other characters have done worse, namely Laura & especially Travis. For fucks sake Travis has canonically kept two people imprisoned for two fucking months after drugging them.

No one blames Hackett family for having two werewolves, their niece & nephew running around at night killing people. The said niece & nephew being the reason why the original werewolf Silas is running around free and why they're werewolves. They have cages to keep them in, Chris himself is chained in their attic for fucks sake. Without Hacketts, the counselors would've spent one more night playing truth and dare, swimming & spending time together, without trauma.

But Jacob is the most hated character. Yeah okay.

@the-green-knight

#letters of love #and i went off again #we are hacketteers #sorry this is late i was distracted today ♥

[danothan]

plssss do kirashino

who’s the cuddler: god they’re both so touchstarved, can i rly put one above the other? i guess shinobu has been more open and obvious with her physical affection, but i also rly love the idea of kira giving in, gradually pushing himself to fulfill the “husband role.” ‘i can do this, it’s fine. this is what a husband is supposed to do,’ he thinks as he lets himself hold shinobu’s hand. it’s all abt the internal pep talk and controlled indulgence babey!

who makes the bed: kira normally would, but since he now has to share the bed, he can’t exactly make it while someone’s still sleeping in it, and unfortunately—

who wakes up first: —kira tends to wake up first. he doesn’t even need an alarm, it’s just his internal clock. i definitely don’t think kosaku was an early bird tho and he might’ve even slept through some alarms, but we also know him to be a diligent worker, so his morning routines might be more rushed than kira’s peaceful mornings. i wonder if this was smth kira had to adapt to. i know he’s careful abt keeping his identity hidden, but the small joys of having his mornings to himself and carrying out his routines are part of his ideal quiet life, so i don’t know if he would sacrifice this, even as a cover. he’d be quieter than kosaku as to not wake shinobu, and she wouldn’t even realize that he’d already made coffee by the time kosaku’s alarm would go off

who has the weird taste in music: kira likes queen, he’s as generic as it gets. shinobu’s isn’t exactly obscure either, but i feel like she’d enjoy haruomi hosono (i may be biased with my association bc an old kirashino mutual o’ mine told me some of his songs reminded them of me, so U__U)! i’m thinking abt shimendoka in particular

who is more protective: i’ve said this on an old shipping chart meme, but kira definitely worries more abt shinobu! for the first time in her life, she can be carefree and relaxed thanks to him

who sings in the shower: im getting deja vu bc i swear ive talked abt most of this stuff before but i can’t remember to whom or where. whatever, my specialty is repeating myself for fun <3 i hc that kira has vocal stims, singing included, but he stopped when donning the kosaku identity. but stims are stims, you aren’t even aware you’re doing them sometimes. i can imagine a scenario where he’s humming to himself in the shower and shinobu joins in on the song and it freaks him out bc he didn’t even realize he was doing it

who cries during movies: both of them but for different reasons. shinobu cries if a dog dies in a movie. kira tears up over cinematic romantic period dramas (every day i thank araki for making him a canon romantic 🙏)

who spends the most while out shopping: kira isn’t an excessive spender but he Does only buy the highest of quality items. not necessarily flashy rich clothes or anything, but he likes his ties tailored and his kitchen knives sharp. i do personally want to headcanon shinobu as a bit of a shopper tho, she might not buy the most expensive things but they surely add up. miss material girl absolutely NEEDS to add this teacup to her china collection!

who kisses more roughly: this is more of an early-relationship answer (i struggle to imagine their relationship in the later stages, but f0r has been helping me a lot with that!) but i think they’re actually rly gentle with each other? shinobu might be a little more passionate since she’s gotten no action for 10+ years + she’s in her crush phase, but i dont think she’s rough at all. kira is rough in a clumsy way, idc how suave and experienced he tries to act, he has never known the loving touch of a woman.

who is more dominant: shinobu is more dominant in the assertive, confident sense. she knows what she wants and she won’t hesitate to lead kira to that point. that being said, i don’t think she’s very interested in taking a dominant role. she wants to let someone else take the lead and take care of her. kira is naturally dominant but also has to exercise a lot of restraint as to not go overboard (and shinobu wants to see him go overboard 😔)

rating: 10/10, a top 3 ship for sure. very influential to the relationships i lean towards in media now

#danswers #danbles #💣 #part4 #kirashino #long post #sorry for being so late with this 😭 #moved it from my inbox to the drafts and my object impermanence made me completelt forget it existed

[supergito]

Fusion Revived - CH 10 (The Power of Two)

➤ This story is actually complete (finished Sep 2021) over on my Ao3 already; I'm just publishing it here on tumblr too for archival purposes. I hope any and all curious readers enjoy if they haven't checked it out yet!

SUMMARY: Majin Buu has been destroyed, and the Earth has known peace for close to a year now. Life hasn't been too peaceful for the person responsible for saving the world and the entire universe however, but when an ordinary woman meets him one day, things start to change.

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

Those were the longest four months she’s ever had to deal with.

There wasn’t a specific date when the dragon balls would re-activate, and the vagueness of it frustrated her further. She resumed her life, going to and from work while dabbling in some of her hobbies in the meantime, but the apprehension never went away. It clung to her, in the form of memories that kept flashing in her mind and molding her dreams. She swore his face was burned into her vision, even when she closed her eyes.

She missed Vegito, obviously. But this…even she recognized how she yearned for him. She’s never had anyone she considered a genuine friend before, and if this yearning is what most people experienced when they lost a friend, she genuinely debated if her recluse lifestyle was actually saving her from a lot of heartache.

There was something different about it though. As days turned to weeks, and weeks slowly turned into months, she examined the emotions she was experiencing. She even did some searches for advice on the internet, since she was largely clueless on the matter and had no one around she felt she could get answers from.

She liked Vegito, this was true. But the realization that she was infatuated with him, drew all the air from her lungs.

She had to have been crushing on him. There was nothing else that explained how much he was in her thoughts, and how much she desired for him to be by her side. What’s more, is that it also explained why she’s just started fantasizing about him with increasing frequency. The littlest things made her think about the Saiyan.

While she’s sitting down on her couch and watching TV, she imagined Vegito next to her. It was then that she realized she had no idea what his favorite shows or movies were. Or if he even liked watching TV to begin with.

When she was out on walks, she imagined him tagging along with her. She wondered what his favorite kind of plants were. What his favorite type of weather was.

When she sorted through her large dresser for something to wear, she thought about how much extra space she had with the drawers she didn’t use. She didn’t know how much clothing Vegito owned outside of his usual get up, but she imagined he filling in those spare drawers with it.

When she settled down for the night and went to bed, she imagined he slipping in next to her. She falling asleep in his arms. That particular daydream set her heart on fire, and made it quicken into a pace that made her have to sit down.

She wanted him back.

She needed him back.

So, she checked the dragon radar at least once every day, especially after the general four month period was supposed to be up. The scan continuously picked up nothing, leaving the screen blank and her apprehension to keep spiking.

One morning, during the week she had off from her job, she checked it again.

The scan went. There was a ping. Seven tiny dots appeared on the screen’s grid, encircling the outer edges.

She’s never ran to grab her phone faster than she did in that moment.

                                                                                                             ༻ ❁ ༺

“Goku should be over there in the blink of an eye. Literally.”

“Thanks Bulma.”

She was immensely thankful the scientist thought to exchange phone numbers. She would’ve called Goku, but she remembered that she didn’t know the number of his house phone, or if he even had a cell phone. Additionally, she and Chi Chi still haven’t interacted since that day. It was all too possible that she would’ve picked up the phone instead of Goku.

Calling Bulma to relay the message to him was the best decision. The woman didn’t mind it either, having seemed a little excited herself. How funny, that she was now looking forward to seeing someone she thought she hated.

As patiently as she could, she waited for Goku to appear. The dragon radar was held tightly in her hand, and she sporadically pushed its knob to zoom out to the nearest dragon ball’s location on its grid. She didn’t quite know how to read the radar, so she didn’t know the exact distance away the ball was from her location, but it was somewhere to the northeast. Internally, she prayed it didn’t somehow disappear.

The anxiety soon became too much for she to stay seated, so she begun to pace around her living room. Fortunately, that was right when she sensed the air around her change.

“_____!”

Goku’s eyes were sparkling, as he dropped his hand from his forehead. His grin was infectious. Over his shoulder, he carried a sizable bag.

“Ready to go find some dragon balls?”

“…About that…” Recalling her lack of abilities, her excitement was dampened. She should’ve brought this up to him much sooner.

“We’ll…have to travel around the world, right? I can’t fly or anything.”

And it would be very impractical for he to carry her. Even if she took her hover car, there was no way it would be fast enough to remotely keep up with him too. Not only that, the planet was large and there was only so much her human body could do in one day before fatigue made her stop. It would be for the best for she to stay behind, surely…

“Don’t worry! I have something you can use that’ll fix all of that. It’s fast enough to not lag behind either.” Goku giggled, and gestured for her to move.

“Let’s go! I’ll show you it outside.”

She had no idea what he was talking about, but if it was possible for she to join him in this quest, she’d gladly take it. Vegito deserved the effort, and then some.

The both of them went out the front door, and she made sure to lock it behind her. She turned back to Goku, who looked up at the sky and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“FLYING NIMBUS!”

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and his voice echoed into the air. Mystified, she observed with a tilted head. Flying Nimbus?

Nothing happened right away, and for a second, she silently questioned if Goku was messing with her. However, her ears picked up on a particular sound that steadily grew louder. Her stare moved upwards, and she witnessed something yellow zooming towards the both of them, leaving a trail in the sky.

The yellow thing zipped down and slowed to a stop in front of Goku. Now that it was still, she saw that it was…a cloud. It looked fluffy and cotton-like almost, though it emitted strange puttering sounds similar to the engine of a car.

“This here’s my Nimbus cloud!” Goku turned around to face her, smiling. “I can’t remember if Vegito told you about it, but it’s what I used to get around when I was a kid since I couldn’t fly. Master Roshi gave it to me.”

“He…didn’t mention it, I don’t think.” She also couldn’t remember if he did. It’s been so long since she’s seen him.

She started walking towards him, keen on getting a closer look at the ethereal cloud. “So, I can ride this? It’ll hold my weight?”

“Sure it will! I don’t think anyone can be too heavy for Nimbus. The only rule is that you have to be pure of heart though, otherwise you’ll fall through it.”

“Pure of heart?” This made her pause.

“…I’m not pure of heart.”

“What makes you say that?” Goku tilted his head, squinting. “You seem plenty pure to me.”

“I…” Self-consciousness reared its ugly head. She fiddled with her hands.

“I don’t know. I just thought I was too mean of a person to be pure.”

At an early age, she became far too tired of how foolish people on Earth as a whole could be, and it’s made her into the loner she was today. She’s mouthed off to and insulted many people for just looking at her in a way she didn’t like, or for saying something stupid to her, throughout the years. People who are pure of heart don’t do that, in her opinion.

“There’s a lot of things that make someone’s heart pure, I think. I don’t know how to explain it, but I do know that just being nice to other people isn’t enough or even required. You need to have a certain mindset…a certain understanding, of the world. Of life itself.”

This felt like a lesson of some sort. Goku himself appeared to fall into deep thought over his words, but his head eventually shook as he refocused on the matter at hand.

“I think you do, _____. You just give me that feeling.”

“… … …” She couldn’t find any appropriate words to say in response.

“Instead of talking about it, let’s see if Nimbus thinks you’re pure.” He stepped to the side.

“Try getting on it.”

She didn’t have any other options. Besides, though she was confident she’d slip right through the cloud and her ass would crash onto the ground, she still wanted to see it through anyway.

The woman walked to the cloud, but at a closer proximity now, she saw that it was levitating some feet off the ground. It was too high for her to climb up onto, but luckily, she wasn’t the only one who noticed that.

“Upsy-daisy!”

Goku’s hands grabbed her hips with a gentle force, and lifted her like she weighed less than air. The feeling of it, and the sight of his bright smile made embarrassment twist her features. The exposed skin of her legs first contacted Nimbus’ wisps, and she noted how feathery-soft it felt.

The Saiyan placed her on the center of the cloud, and released his grip. With bated breath, she sat still as a statue on it, feeling the slight warmth it emitted slowly pool into her body.

Seconds passed…

… … …

…And she didn’t feel herself move at all.

“I knew it!” Goku laughed, pumping his fists. “And you said you were ‘too mean’!”

She kept her head down, bewilderment making her speechless. She pressed her hands into Nimbus’ airy fluff, and the cloud felt as solid as a firm pillow. If she was going to fall through it, she would’ve done so by now.

Frankly, she didn’t know what to make of this. Should she be…happy? This was something to be happy about, right? At the end of the day, it shouldn’t matter if some magical cloud judged her morality, but…

“Now that you can ride Nimbus, there isn’t anywhere on Earth you can’t go!” The Saiyan affectionately pat the cloud.

“Where’s the nearest dragon ball? No time like the present to get started.”

Thankful for the distraction, she shrunk the radar’s map again so Goku could see it.

“Northeast…ok! Here, you can hold onto the bag. We’ll put the dragon balls in here as we collect them.” He draped it over her shoulders, then rose into the air.

“Hold on! How do I control this thing?” She adjusted the bag’s strap and looked down at the puttering cloud.

“With your mind. Just think about where you want Nimbus to go, and it’ll go. It’s real easy!” Goku grinned down at her.

“Ok…”

‘Up, Nimbus. To the northeast, follow Goku.’

She said the command mentally, and sure enough, it moved with no delay. Not expecting the sudden motion, she froze and buried her nails in the cloud’s exterior, seeing the ground quickly growing smaller. Immediately, she was brought back to the time when she first technically flew. Though, instead of on a cloud, she was in his arms…

“There you go! Just like that.” Goku praised.

His ki flared to life, and she witnessed the Saiyan jet off. Nimbus, heeding her earlier command, went after him at a similar speed. The lack of a warning and the wind battering her face made her hunker down more into the yellow mass, desperately not wanting to fall or faint from shock.

She did crack open an eye, and saw that Goku was just ahead of her. They both were moving through the sky, with the white clouds drifting about having become blurs. Despite the high speed Nimbus was flying at, there was a surprising lack of disturbance outside of the wind ruffling her hair and clothes. The cloud stayed level, unaffected by whatever turbulence it encountered.

Curious, she peeked over Nimbus’ edge, and resisted the urge to flinch away at the sight of the far away ground moving. She had to have been miles up in the air. Having never flown in a plane or any other flying vehicle, this was an entirely new experience. It was almost dream-like.

Feeling more calm, she directed her attention back to the radar. The symbol that indicated her current location was now moving, and the dot for the dragon ball they were going after was getting closer to it. They were heading in the right direction, and this further calmed her down.

She was content to sit back and enjoy the flight. Spacing out, she thought back to the time Vegito carried her into the sky so they could watch the sunrise.

Hindsight told her that it was an…awfully romantic moment. Did Vegito intend for it to be? She wanted to think not, but judging by how intent he was and how soft he acted with her after the fact…there had to be something there. Especially because something snapped for him, and he left her alone and cold that same morning. Later when she discovered him at Capsule Corp, he told her it was because he realized whatever existed between them was changing, and he wasn’t sure if he could continue to stay at arm’s length…

He initially didn’t want to grow close to her. That didn’t offend her, as other than tolerating his presence, she had the same sentiment in the beginning. It seemed both their minds changed, after that day.

Was…it fate? Or was it nothing, that become something? Who could say. But here she was now, doing all of this for him, so he could have that chance to live the life he wanted. Whether she could be included in that life or not, remained to be seen.

She could only hope that he truly did feel the same way.

“_____!” Having been in a reverie, she missed how Goku moved to where he was flying alongside Nimbus.

“How close are we now?”

On the radar, the dot was now almost on top of her cursor. She zoomed in to get a more accurate view.

“From the looks of it, we’re within a mile of it. I think it could be down there?”

She urged Nimbus to slow down, and pointed down to a valley they were approaching.

“Let’s go down and get a better look then!”

She followed Goku’s lead. The valley was exceptionally beautiful, composed of a lush green field parted by a river with many mountains looming about. If only she brought a camera.

They slowed down to better follow the radar’s map. It begun beeping at a rapid pace when they neared a group of trees, signaling that they were virtually within feet of the dragon ball. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the scenery, though she didn’t see an orange orb anywhere.

Goku thought to search the treetops, and it proved to be the correct decision.

“Found it!” He hovered down to the ground, with the object held in his hand. The sunlight reflected off of it, highlighting its orange hue and the red stars within it.

“It’s the four-star ball too.” Goku stared fondly down at it. “My grandpa used to keep this, as a special treasure.”

“Your grandpa?”

“Yeah, Grandpa Gohan. He raised me, after I came to Earth when I was a baby.”

Vegito did mention something about that, but not in a lot of detail. She knew little about the old man, but it was clear that Goku cared a lot about him.

“Sounds like he was a nice man.”

“He was great. If he was still alive, I’m sure he would’ve loved to meet you _____.”

The reminder that a loved one was dead would’ve surely put a damper on someone’s mood, but his smile didn’t lose any of its strength. Quietly she scolded herself; Goku must’ve come to terms with his grandfather’s passing long ago. If he didn’t dwell on it, then she shouldn’t either.

It was very sweet of him to say that Gohan senior would’ve enjoyed meeting her though. Goku apparently thought so highly of her…but, considering he and Vegeta used to be joined as Vegito, should that come as a shock?

“Anyway, that’s one ball down. And in good time! If we keep it up, we can gather the rest before the day’s over.”

Goku handed the dragon ball to her, and she took the opportunity to study it. This was the first time she’s seen one of these things up close, and because of what they – or Shenron rather – was capable of, part of her was surprised that the orbs weren’t more popular than being simple legend.

But, Vegito told her why. Bulma’s dragon radars were the only devices on the entire planet that could sense them, and she was extremely strict about not revealing the blueprints on how they were made to anyone; not even her close associates at Capsule Corp. Plus, many people in different parts of the world either didn’t believe or didn’t know they existed. That was definitely for the best.

She tucked the orb into the bag, as Goku asked where the next nearest ball was. Minutes later, they were flying off into the sky again, going west.

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The sun was near the horizon, when they finally collected the final dragon ball. With all seven in tow, she and Goku traveled to Capsule Corp. On the way there, that anxiety she was brimming with earlier in the day returned with a greater intensity. When West City came into view, nausea made her stomach turn. She wished she had the enthusiasm Goku had.

“This’ll work _____. Don’t worry!”

One of his hands slammed her shoulder in an attempt to give a consoling pat, but because of his strength, it made her almost fall over onto the magical cloud.

“Whoops! Sorry.” Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. She huffed, sliding off of the cloud and fixing the man with a half-hearted glare.

“Thanks for all your help, Nimbus.”

Goku dismissed the cloud, and it soared away, disappearing into the sky’s changing hues.

She moved to walk into the Capsule Corp building, but was stopped by the Saiyan.

“I wanted to let you know, that you can ride Nimbus whenever you want. Just shout its name, and it’ll come to you.”

“Really? Uh, thanks…” She blinked, feeling heat creep up her skin. “Why grant me that though?”

“Why not?”

Goku asked in return, beaming in a way that screamed innocence, before he made his way into the building. She was greatly flattered, and grateful for his kindness. Having access to something that could fly and required no fuel of any sort was useful, though she doubted it would be a good idea to use Nimbus to travel to work or anything like that.

When she caught up to Goku, he was speaking to Bulma near the front entrance.

“Great job. You can summon Shenron out in the back, whenever you’re ready.” The scientist addressed her when she approached. Her grip on the bag tightened. Within it, the dragon balls were flashing slowly in a rhythmic pattern, and it spurred her to get the show on the road.

“I’ll do it now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I understand.”

Bulma nodded, and they all started down a hall to where the summoning occurred last time. The spot where the wish was made to undo the fusion…this wish would be made to bring him back together. It was poetic.

…Speaking of wishes, there was something she was honestly confused by.

“By the way. Bulma? How do you get away with summoning the dragon here, right in the city? Doesn’t it attract attention?”

“It does. But I came up with the excuse that Capsule Corp is working on developing a hologram of a dragon for a cinema project, and the public ate it up.” The bluenette shrugged her shoulders. She stared, in disbelief.

“Seriously? People believed that?”

“You’d be surprised, at how many people are easy to fool. It helps that hardly anyone alive today knows what the mythical dragon of wishes looks like. Shenron’s basically hidden in plain sight here.”

“Hm.” That was painfully convenient, but she would let it go. She heard Goku snicker, amused by her skepticism.

When they turned a corner, they were met with Trunks and Goten, who skid to a stop before them.

“Mom! …_____? Did you get the dragon balls?” The purple-haired boy asked. He and Goten held similar expressions of curiosity.

“Goku and I did, yeah.”

“Cool!” Goten grinned, and ran over to cling to his father’s trousers.

“Will we get to see Vegito again for real, Daddy?”

“We’ll have to wait and see.” He ruffled the boy’s hair.

They all resumed walking, with each of the boys chatting with their respective parent, leaving her to ruminate.

As much as she tried to fight it, fear slowly crept up from the pit of her gut. It was entirely possible that there wouldn’t be anything Shenron could do. The last time she was with him, when he told her that he would see her later, could’ve been the true last time she would ever see him again. Until she spoke her wish, she was caught in this state of unknowing. She hated it. She wanted to go forward, but at the same time, she was…terrified of what lied before her.

What if it actually didn’t work? Vegito…he was gone, for good as far as she knew. That felt so surreal, so cruel, that it couldn’t possibly be the truth. But, she’s gone through surreal, cruel events before. Perhaps this wouldn’t be any different.

She felt like throwing up, when they reached the outdoors area. On auto pilot, she took the dragon balls out of the bag and put them onto the pavement, as the others watched. Stepping back, she breathed in and out, attempting to quell the unease shaking her hands.

It’s now or never.

“Arise…Eternal Dragon.”

She spoke the command, but in a hushed tone. It worked nonetheless.

The orbs ceased their flashing and lit up simultaneously, before a massive burst of light shot from them and up into the sky, that grew darker than the nighttime that had already started to fall. Having never observed the dragon emerging from the orbs before, her worry was temporarily forgotten as awe washed over her features. The trail of light writhing and twisting around like a dancing serpent was such a stunning display.

When it ceased movement, the light dispersed, and left a green, antlered dragon floating in the sky. His glowing, stark-red eyes zoned in on her.

“You who have summoned me. I will grant you any three wishes that are within my power.”

His voice echoed, igniting the fear in her and setting her nerves aflame. With a quivering arm, she wiped away the sweat that welled on her forehead. An inferno burned, and she felt as if she would crumble into ash.

“S-Shenron.” She voluntarily raised her voice until she felt she was shouting, but even then, it sounded too quiet to her own ears. Face-to-face with the dragon like this, she felt incredibly small. Insignificant. The void within Shenron’s gaze was a grim reminder of reality itself, and she was entirely at its mercy now.

It didn’t stop her from announcing her desire, with about as much conviction as she could muster.

“I wish for Vegito to be brought back to life as his own person, separate from Goku and Vegeta, with his memories intact.”

Her words faded away into the air. There was silence.

… … …

… … …

… … …

“…Your wish is within my power.”

The breath she was unconsciously holding in, rushed out of her lungs with the force of a small gale. The blaze within her petered out. The atmosphere that befell the area dissipated, as vocalizations and expressions of relief sounded off from those behind her.

“However-”

Shenron resumed speaking, and her attention was completely re-captured.

“To essentially recreate and give a body to the Potara fusion of Goku and Vegeta will take all of my power. You will not be able to have a second or third wish granted.”

“That’s fine.”

She responded with no hesitation. It was such a meager consequence, that it was utterly dwarfed by what mattered the most here.

“Very well.”

The glow of his eyes heightened into a powerful radiance that made her draw back. She detected something intangible around herself change.

The air was shifting, and behind her, she caught the ki that had started to shine from Goku and Vegeta – the latter she just now noticed had joined them outside. The two Saiyans looked on in silent confusion, before they winced, as if they had been stricken with an unpleasant feeling. The aura stretched from their bodies and reached in streaks in front of her, before Shenron, and met to begin forming a mass of energy.

It was like the Saiyans’ essences were feeding it, as it grew larger and larger. Minutes passed, before the aura left the two and became completely integrated into the mass, as it stretched and twisted to form a humanoid shape.

Sparks danced and shot from it in a display that made her shield her face, but she took in how unmistakable features of it materialized.

Spiky hair…

Bangs…

A tail…

The chaos calmed, and in its wake stood the person who plagued her thoughts.

His expression was blank, soulless, but the spark of life immediately shot through his eyes and had him become animated. He rapidly blinked, and brought a gloved hand up to his face.

“Your wish has been granted. Farewell.”

Shenron departed, and the new figure turned to watch him fade back into the dragon balls, that flew upwards and shot into opposing directions in the brightening sky after.

He turned back to the group of people that stood before him, appearing absolutely perplexed.

“W-What…what is this…?”

Vegito’s eyes darted from Goku and Vegeta, instinctively zeroing in on them. Her heart lurched when he spoke, as he sounded different from what she remembered. There was no longer the voices of the two who made up him speaking in unison; instead there was a singular voice that struck a balance between them. He sounded ordinary.

“This woman here,” Vegeta began, gesturing towards her.

“Used the dragon balls to revive you.”

“Yeah!” Goku joined, flashing a grin full of wonder and excitement. “Welcome back Vegito!”

He stared at them, confused beyond belief, but he did turn his gaze towards her. Their eyes met, and water sprung up in her own. He maintained his shock, but seconds later, recognition flooded his stare. His face shifted in a way that made tears streak down her cheeks.

“_____...?”

He asked in sheer disbelief, and her initial response was to run towards him.

“Veggie!”

The nickname shot from her mouth without she thinking about it, and her face was buried into the fabric of his gi on his chest as her arms flew around his torso to hug him tightly.

“I missed you!”

She sobbed, though it was muffled. There was a pause, then she shivered when two muscled arms returned her embrace and pressed her more into his warmth. The tips of his fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt, and he nuzzled her head, burying his nose into her hair.

Peace she’s never known until now blanketed her mind, in that exact moment. She bathed in his presence, and got fleetingly lost in the sound of his heart beating. It grounded her, but also sent her spiraling into a trance where she felt like she was floating skyward in bliss. All of her previous fears melted away.

It took a gust of wind to bring her brain back to full focus. She wondered how the two of them appeared to everyone watching them right now, but the thrill of the moment swiftly got rid of that concern.

“It’s good to see you, Vegito.”

Bulma spoke, and while she couldn’t see her, the genuine delight in the woman’s voice was a good indicator as to how she was feeling.

“…It’s good to be back.” His breath blew past her scalp, voice taut with a mix of emotions. It made more tears fall, especially the one emotion that was stronger and more easily discernable from the rest. He sounded so happy.

“…Now…if you’ll excuse us.”

One of his arms moved to press under her rear and hoist her up, so her chin was resting on his shoulder. Sensing what was coming next, she held onto him, as he rose into the air before blasting off in a burst of speed with she nestled against him. The exhilaration of the act had her involuntarily laugh, as Capsule Corp and West City shrunk into the horizon.

He touched down in front of her house, and placed her onto her feet. She fixed her hair to get it out of her face, just as she was staggered by Vegito removing a glove from one of his hands and cupping her cheek. The callousness where smooth material would normally be had her intake a deep breath of air, as Vegito looked deeply into her eyes.

He was smiling, unrestrained. Taking in his handsome features once again, after so long, made electricity shoot down her spine and pool in her abdomen. Before she could say a single word, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. His bangs curled against and stroked her skin, leaving it tingling.

In her shoes, her toes curled. Her fingers dug into his blue gi, not wanting to release it anytime soon.

It was quiet. Night had fallen, leaving the surrounding area dark and bathed in a peaceful atmosphere. Eyes closed, she relished in the feeling of being with Vegito once again. Her Saiyan.

“…So. You missed me, huh?”

She huffed, both amused and not surprised by the teasing question. Yep, this was Vegito alright.

“Yes, I did.” She was in too far of a good mood to try hiding her sentimental feelings, and not give him more ammo he would use to tease her further. He could have all the ammo he wanted, and she was put more under his spell as she felt his hand leave her cheek and travel to the back of her head, where his palm rubbed her scalp.

“How long was I out for?”

He referring to his erasure as something casual like he merely being unconscious, really pushed home the fact that he was truly here.

“Around five months in total.”

“Sheesh. That’s almost half a year.”

Vegito was being so light-hearted with this, that she wanted to cry again. She couldn’t resist allowing a few more tears to slip out, but he seemed to sense this, as his hand dropped from her head.

She opened her eyes in time to see him slightly pull away, so he could wipe her tears away with a level of delicateness she was surprised by. He regarded her with the same soft smile he had back on that special morning, but this time, nothing disrupted it. The warrior didn’t speak again, but just by what his eyes were revealing to her, she could tell that there was a lot more he wanted to say.

She wanted to say more as well. But, all of that could wait. She wanted to enjoy this peace, before just what the two of them were now was brought up for discussion. That likely will require serious consideration she was too content and tired right now to be capable of.

Vegito tugged her closer, and they embraced again. When she felt his tail come up to brush against her lower back, she had a good feeling about what was in store for them both.

#story: fusion revived #selfshipping #x fem reader #canon x reader #canon x oc #dragon ball fanfiction #fanfics #fanfiction

[russeliarat]

Any headcanons for Wild?

I don't actually think about Wild as much as I prob should tbh considering his game is the first I've played to competition multiple times lol, but there are a few rattling around in my brain mostly based on how I played him and the little details I picked up from BotW.

Wild keeps writing in his adventure log as if it were a diary and keeps the eating habits of the Chain in there too. It usually helps because of how fuzzy his memory can get from a bunch of factors apart from his amnesia. He usually makes a bunch of silly comments in his diary and puts stupid captions for the pictures he takes of the Chain.

He is indeed loaded with clothes and items, so I imagine that the other Link's must think that Wild is monetarily loaded and is merely being humble when he says he isn't. Good quality clothing is incredibly hard to come by in the world if you didn't visit say Hytopia or live with a skiving merchant (coughcough Legend) as textiles in the medieval period wasn't cheap, especially as ornamented as it is in Wild's time. The most you'd usually get is embroidery and maybe some decorative buttons or stitching if you're really looking to be fancy.

If he gets into an argument, he's very petty about how he goes about interacting with said person who argued with him if he's convinced he's right. And because he's a lot more reckless than the rest of the Chain, he kinda just scares or freaks them out. Like why did you put so much Goron Spice in my food, Wild, holy shit- I imagine he made food only with tomatoes exclusively for Four for a week after that whole argument.

Admittedly I'm ashamed I don't think ab Wild as much as I should. He's such a cool underrated character, he's got so many interesting dynamics and all the juicy drama from the most recent arcs, but unfortunately my mind has latched onto other boys and it's hard for me to dissect any aspects of their characters that are a bit more subtle without help lol.

#ask russ

[reviewsbymadamelowkey]

Stranger Things Season 1-4 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I've been wanting to write a review about this freakin show for quite a while now (because twitter isn't enough for all the feels lol) but I always don't know how to start. Might edit this post sometime, but here are some unstructured feels:

I like this show. Period. The first non-sitcom western series that I really followed.

The anatomy for me of a good drama is when every single character, including the villains, is well-thought of. I'm also into problem-solving and coming-of-age type of stories. And all these is basically Stranger Things.

The chemistry among the casts is overflowing - romantic, platonic, familial, squad, trio, duo -- name it.

The balance between (a) the very humorous/nerdy/quirky atmosphere when they're in the normal set-up, and the (b) thrill when they're in the Upside Down, is spot-on.

I'm in love with the overall aesthetic (music, location, clothes, etc.) of the show. Who would've thought that sci-fi + 80's setting would be a good combination???

It's sentimental cause you get to see the casts get old from being kids in Season 1 til they become teens later on. As I mentioned a thousand times in this blog, character development is an essential element for me. Reminds me so much of Harry Potter.

My fave character has to be Dustin. He's always the one to crack the code and he's so hilarious. Apart from him, I also love Steve (and the DustinxSteve duo!), Nancy (except for her tendency to two-time), Robin and Max.

Yesterday, I just finished Season 4 Volume 2, and I was a total mess. That two-episode release was too jampacked to process. Imagine wanting to linger on one emotion (say kilig Jopper scenes), but then the Hawkins scene enters, and suddenly fear becomes the dominant emotion, and so on and so forth. But thankfully, I wasn't the only one. As Jamie Campbell Bower tweeted, "Ya'll broke the internet!". Some even made memes that they needed their psychiatrists after watching the show, because SAME. Anyway, it's gonna be a long wait again til the release of Season 5.

Hopefully, a heartwarming Kdrama or anime comes along while waiting. Or maybe, it's time to start watching Sex Education 3.

[mscoyditch]

"Indian Fishing". N C Wyeth. 1882-1945

"Last Saturday was the birthday of Newell Convers Wyeth. He was born October 22, 1882 and lived until October 19, 1945. Wyeth was an American artist and illustrator known as N. C. Wyeth. He was the pupil of artist Howard Pyle and became one of America's greatest illustrators. During his lifetime Wyeth created over 3,000 paintings and illustrated 112 books, 25 of them for Scribner's, the Scribner Classics, which is the work for which he is best known. The first of these, Treasure Island, was one of his masterpieces and the proceeds paid for his studio. Wyeth was a realist painter just as the camera and photography began to compete with his craft. Sometimes seen as melodramatic, his illustrations were designed to be understood quickly. Wyeth, who was both a painter and an illustrator, understood the difference and said in 1908, "Painting and illustration cannot be mixed—one cannot merge from one into the other."

N.C. Wyeth was born in Needham, Massachusetts. Wyeth was the oldest of four brothers who spent much time hunting, fishing, enjoying other outdoor pursuits and doing chores on their farm. His varied youthful activities and his naturally astute sense of observation later aided the authenticity of his illustrations and obviated the need for models: "When I paint a figure on horseback, a man plowing, or a woman buffeted by the wind, I have an acute sense of the muscle strain."

His mother encouraged his early inclination toward art. Wyeth was doing excellent watercolor paintings by the age of twelve. He went to Mechanics Arts School to learn drafting, and then Massachusetts Normal Art School, now Massachusetts College of Art and Design, where painting instructor Richard Andrew advised him to become an illustrator. He then went to the Eric Pape School of Art to learn illustration under George Loftus Noyes and Charles W. Reed.

In 1902 N. C. began studying at Howard Pyle's School of Art in Wilmington, Delaware and Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania. Pyle was the "father" of American illustration and Wyeth immediately meshed with his methods and ideals. Pyle's approach included excursions to historical sites and impromptu dramas using props and costumes, meant to stimulate imagination, emotion, atmosphere, and the observation of humans in action—all necessities for his style of illustration. Pyle stressed historical accuracy and tinged it with a romantic aura. But where Pyle painted in exquisite detail, Wyeth veered toward looser, quicker strokes and relied on ominous shadows and moody backgrounds. He probably picked up his glazing technique from Pyle.

In 1904 The Saturday Evening Post commissioned him to illustrate a Western story, and Pyle urged Wyeth to go West to acquire direct knowledge. In Colorado Wyeth worked as a cowboy alongside the professional "punchers", moving cattle and doing ranch chores. He visited the Navajo in Arizona and gained an understanding of Native American culture. When his money was stolen, he worked as a mail carrier, riding between the Two Grey Hills trading post and Fort Defiance, to earn enough to get back home. He wrote home, "The life is wonderful, strange—the fascination of it clutches me like some unseen animal—it seems to whisper, 'Come back, you belong here, this is your real home. On a second trip two years later, he collected information and brought home costumes and artifacts, including cowboy and Indian clothing. His early trips to the western United States inspired a period of images of cowboys and Native Americans that dramatized the Old West.

He married Carolyn Bockius of Wilmington and settled in Chadds Ford in 1908 to raise a family on 18 acres near the historic Brandywine battlefield. By now he had left Pyle, and commissions were coming in quickly. His hope had been that he would make enough money with his illustrations to be able to afford the luxury of painting what he wanted; but as his family and income grew, he found it difficult to break from illustration.

N.C. Wyeth created a stimulating household for his talented children Andrew Wyeth, Henriette Wyeth Hurd, Carolyn Wyeth, Ann Wyeth McCoy, and Nathaniel C. Wyeth. According to Andrew, who spent the most time with his father on account of his sickly childhood, N.C. was a strict but patient father who did not talk down to his children. His hard work as an illustrator gave his family the financial freedom to follow their own artistic and scientific pursuits. Andrew went on to become one of the foremost American artists of the second half of the 20th century, and both Henriette and Carolyn became artists also; Ann became an artist and composer. Nathaniel became an engineer for DuPont. Henriette and Ann married two of N.C.'s protégés, Peter Hurd and John W. McCoy. N.C. Wyeth is the grandfather of artist Jamie Wyeth and musician Howard Wyeth.

By 1911, N.C. Wyeth began to move away from Western subjects and on to illustrating classic literature. By 1914, Wyeth loathed the commercialism upon which he became dependent, and for the rest of his life, he battled internally over his capitulation, accusing himself of having "bitched myself with the accursed success in skin-deep pictures and illustrations." He complained of money men "who want to buy me piecemeal" and that "an illustration must be made practical, not only in its dramatic statement, but it must be a thing that will adapt itself to the engravers' and printers' limitations. This fact alone kills that underlying inspiration to create thought. Instead of expressing that inner feeling, you express the outward thought… or imitation of that feeling.

In 1945, Wyeth and his grandson (Nathaniel C. Wyeth's son) were killed when the automobile they were riding in was struck by a freight train at a railway crossing near his Chadds Ford home.

Significant public collections of Wyeth's work are on display at the Brandywine River Museum in Chadds Ford, and in Maine, at the Portland Museum of Art and the Farnsworth Art Museum in Rockland. The Brandywine River Museum offers tours of the N. C. Wyeth House and Studio in Chadds Ford. The home and studio were designated as a National Historic Landmark in 1997."

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