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faeriescorpio · 19 days

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resisted writing my time travel peter maximoff fic for one singular day WIP

A/N: For the purposes of this fic i am ignoring Dark Phoenix because this is based off a really detailed dream i had

When Magneto had joined the X-Men (as coined by Raven) after the events of Apocalypse, Peter had thought “this might be my chance to tell him”. But as the weeks passed, and Erik stayed, Peter’s confidence plummeted. He stopped thinking, “is this the right moment to tell him?” and started thinking “what if he asks why I waited so long to tell him?”. Ororo and Raven both tried to nudge him into action, but their pushes only made him curl up tighter into his metaphorical shell. It didn’t help that Erik signed up to be a teacher, and help out with the children, and Raven must have told Charles something because Peter found his schedule included Erik’s class. He hadn’t even agreed to go to school there. As far as Peter was concerned, his days of school were over. He’s just a grown man living in his mom’s basement, occasionally saving the world. Except now he had a class schedule where his father was his teacher, he had a room of his own at Charles’s mansion, and someone must’ve told his mom because she actually called him to let him know that she was so proud that he was “pursuing further education”.

Great. Just great.

Having Erik as a teacher was surprisingly…. normal. Erik was teaching history, of all things, but Peter held back from cracking any joke relating age to knowledge of history. He was trying to make his dad like him, first. And Erik was a good teacher; he was encouraging, he didn’t lash out, though he rarely gave much more than a tight-lipped smile when anyone answered a question right.

Peter soaked up any time with Erik like a sponge. He didn’t attend the X-Men training, so all Peter had was class and the times after class, during mealtimes that Peter normally would’ve rushed off after cleaning his plate. Instead, Peter found himself even loitering outside Erik’s class during study hours, scuffing the ground with his shoe. If the wooden floor was worn down outside Erik’s door, no one would know it was because of Peter. Except, you know, Charles. And probably Raven. And maybe Hank because Raven told Hank everything. And Ororo. And Jean. And Scott because Jean tells Scott everything. And Kurt because Scott can’t keep his mouth shut. And-

The point was, if Erik had any suspicions about Peter spending a lot of time outside his door, he didn’t let on. He treated Peter almost like any other student, save for more tight-lipped smiles. It was probably because he remembered Peter broke him out of the Pentagon, or something, but the almost unnoticeable special treatment gave Peter hope. Not enough hope to do anything about it, though.

Peter kept loitering around Erik. Raven kept pushing him. Nothing came out of Peter’s mouth.

They were fighting a villain when it all came to a head. It was a dangerous mutant, more powerful than the average mutant, one who had been attacking other mutants in some sort of lashing-out moment, furious at their own differences and taking it out on their people instead of the humans. It wouldn’t have mattered who the mutant was lashing out about, as the X-Men would’ve come to save the day either way. But the mutant was strong, strong enough to take out Scott in a single hit, so Magneto and Raven were even on their side to help take down the villain. Or “A misunderstood, hurting individual,” as the Charles in Peter’s head chides. Not the real Charles, mind you, just Peter’s interpretation of what Charles might say in this moment. God, he must drive Charles up the walls every time the telepath takes a peek inside the speedster’s head.

They were fighting the villain, Scott was down and thus Jean was preoccupied. Ororo was cooking up a storm and Raven was planning something with Hank, but whatever their plan was, it wasn’t happening fast enough. It was essentially Erik and Peter alone against the villain.

“What a duo we make, huh?” Peter tried to say as he dodged the mutant’s blows with ease. He wasn’t really sure what the mutant’s powers were. Super strength, for sure, but there was something else there that made the telepaths useless.

“Less talking, more taking down the threat,” Erik snapped back, summoning metal to throw at the man with a curl of his fingers. Right. Right right right.

Peter threw a hit at the mutant and then bounced away as the mutant released some sort of force field that would’ve blown him backward if Peter hadn’t been out of range already.

“We’ve got something, just buy us some time!” Raven shouts into the earpiece over comms. What were they even doing before then, if not buying time? Peter wonders sarcastically, but keeps the snark to himself. He lands another two hits on the mutant, but it’s hard to get up close to the villain as Erik is shooting metal from all directions at the mutant.

“Got it!” Raven barks, and the mutant jerks his head in the direction of the blue duo. Peter takes advantage of the distraction to leap forward and land another hit.

“Peter look out!” Erik barks suddenly, and Peter turns to see Raven pointing some sort of mechanical contraption, no doubt built by Hank, at the mutant. Which means, by extension, it was pointed at Peter. He steps backward, alarmed, but he trips over some debris and goes down.

“Are you fucking kidding me-” Peter starts to say, just as the machine blasts a beam that surrounds him. It’s bright, too bright, and he closes ihs eyes against the blinding light as pain consumes him. He lets out a shout, and Erik lunges forward, but Peter is already gone.

#i havent written xmen fics in a hot second rip #cant tell fi my writing needs a brush up becCAUSE i havent written in a hot second #or if its ebcause i like to write Peter's POV in a rambling confusing style #either side its kinda ick but i can you know. go back over this and make some changes #x men #time travel fic #peter maximoff #erik lehnsherr #xmen fanfiction #me when i hate starting fics off already in a situation TM #i need the background. the lore. the summary of the situation at hand. i know some people write action first THEN backstory but i #physically cannot do that. you need a little summary lol #peter 'are you fucking kidding me' maximoff #la lalalalala i love ambiguous villains that only exist for plot #quicksilver #magneto #dadneto

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scullysflannel · 4 months

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I really do think having to watch the Doctor host a happy little backyard dinner party hammered home how uninterested I am in emotional stability on Doctor Who. Donna is my favorite companion and the Tenth Doctor era was the peak of my obsession, but the idea that this should mean I want to see them “happy forever” is so boring as a tv fan and so insidious in the context of this specific show, which has been built on the inevitability of change for 60 years. the thing about Doctor Who is that it’s optimistic and aimed at children and endless and therefore full of loss. it has to be both. and not to be presumptuous, because I understand that Russell T. Davies is grieving his husband, but in the long run I would think anyone who’s grieving will get more out of watching the Doctor carry on and find new people to care about than they will out of watching a fantasy where the Doctor regresses to an old face and magically gets a second chance with a friend he once lost.

in the language of the show, this happiness isn’t just narratively cheap but also kind of terrifying. this is the kind of thing we see in dream sequences that are killing the characters slowly. watching the show do it for real (unless we're really in for a surprise) is unnerving. it also asks us to forget something fundamental about Tennant’s Doctor: that no matter how human he seemed, he wasn’t. the tragedy that energizes his story is that he’s so close to the life he thinks he wants and he can’t have it. and it’s a two-way tragedy, for both him and his companion, because at different points they both believe the lie he’s telling himself (that he’s basically human), only to be hit with the reminder that he’s still so alien. he wants to not have to watch his friends grow old and die without him. he doesn’t want a mortgage.

what makes Tennant’s Doctor interesting is that his humanity also comes with a god complex: cruelty, pettiness, callousness, cluelessness, ego. he loves Rose, but he likes the idea of settling down with her more because it’s unattainable. and Donna — she was going to travel with him forever! he took her away from a boring life. it’s nice that she’s happy with the life she has now, even if it undercuts the tragedy that made her original ending so visceral, but I think making her so settled that she even domesticates the Doctor is overcompensating. it’s sanding down that tension again — that great tension between romanticizing everyday things like getting a taxi home and romanticizing running away from a life that makes you feel unimportant. again, the show has to be both. all the best dynamics in Doctor Who, at least new Who, are the ones that treat traveling with the Doctor as a kind of addiction; you have to feel the intoxication of it in order for the pain to hit.

on that note, I don’t get the suggestion that Donna could have given up her metacrisis energy this whole time and that Tennant’s Doctor just doesn’t understand that because he’s male presenting. Donna is the one who didn’t give it up 15 years ago. if she always could have given up that power, then the only explanation for why she didn’t is that she couldn’t bear to go back to being “ordinary,” and of course the Tenth Doctor, who can't let anything go (“I don’t want to go”), would never think to let it go either. it’s about personality. the idea that it all comes down to the Doctor’s current gender presentation is a bleak vision of regeneration, where everything one regeneration experiences, in terms of how their body affects their privilege, is immediately forgotten once they change. Fourteen isn’t exactly Ten, but bringing back Tennant as the Doctor and treating him like Ten (who moved through the world with the privilege of a white man) meant that the show didn’t really get to explore the aftermath of the Doctor presenting as a woman. am I meant to believe that their experience taught them nothing? rude to Jodie! and does that imply that everything Ncuti’s Doctor is about to experience isn’t going to affect how future Doctors understand race at all? isn’t that sad?

all this in an episode that doesn’t even mention Martha! the show’s first Black companion is now the only Tenth Doctor companion who doesn’t get her own personal Doctor, and they can’t even say her name. it’s been said on here before, but this isn’t about whether Martha would “want” her own Doctor (he’s her friend! I think she’d want to see him, although as this post puts it, she’d “rehome him within a week”). she’s a fictional character. it’s worth asking why Martha Jones was written in such a way that when she gets ignored, people will rise up to defend it as a sign of her independence.

and it's unfair that Ncuti didn't get the normal regeneration sequence. even his TARDIS is a duplicate. the bi-generation feels like it leaves the door open for people to treat Ncuti’s Doctor as less legitimate. granted, those people would probably take any excuse, so you can't write for them. but as fun as it was to see the two Doctors team up (they should kiss), and as much as Ncuti is serving already, he shouldn't have had to share the spotlight. at minimum the bi-generation should have resolved by the end of the episode. now David Tennant is just looming out there until who knows when. also, the thing about sending Fourteen off to “deal with his trauma” is that it implies that Fifteen already did that, and I don't want that. the Doctor has to be haunted. what is Doctor Who about if not running from your past at warp speed? yeah, Ncuti’s Doctor should be at the club, but regeneration always gives the Doctor enough of a fresh start to have fun for a few episodes before the horrors hit; I don’t think he needed to be fully healed before hitting the club.

when Jodie’s era kicked off we spent every week waiting for her to snap. full disclosure, I haven’t seen the Flux season, which apparently put her through it, but I don’t think her Doctor was ever allowed access to the full range of personality flaws that other Doctors have, which was unfair to her and also less fun to watch. I don’t want to see that happen to Ncuti’s Doctor; he deserves to be burdened, prideful, angry, rude, whatever. we can’t let the Doctor fall victim to the therapy-speak epidemic on television. he should get to be alien, and I want to see him snap.

#doctor who #the giggle #but i'm not mad please don't put in the newspaper that i got mad

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princessrosem-ry · 7 months

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Peter Pan characters and who I think their godly parent would be if they were in the pjo universe (mostly) based off vibes:

-Peter: Morpheus kid, I can go into heavy detail and I will, I will go into heavy detail. I get that Hebe or Hermes probably fit better but listen, he just is, he is the Morpheus kid. I like to think the minor gods/goddesses only have 1 or 2 kids in a time period and are closer with their kids than the Olympians are, so when Morpheus had Peter he was like: "You're my baby and I love you more than anything in the world", then used his dream powers (or sm idk) to create neverland. Morpheus didn't want to watch his precious child grow old and die so he created a realm filled with all the things children typically dream about. Pirates, mermaids, fairies, a secret treehous base, adventure, fun galore. He created an island of dreams for his boy to live freely and happily in forever. But he wanted Peter to be able to make friends yk like he didn't want his son to be lonely or to get bored of Neverland, so he gave Peter the ability to visit the mainland (aka the not dream world) and save other demigod children who'd fallen out of their prams and were being chased by monsters. A short adventure in the real world where Peter could see new things/meet new people. Peter brought his new friends back to the safety of Neverland and let them stay in his treehouse with him, sharing his dreams and adventures.

-Wendy: Daughter of Themis, honestly I feel like she'd be with Hestia but since Hestia isn't really an option I'm gonna say Themis. Ik Themis is the goddess of Justice and law and that doesn't really fit Wendy but again, literally just vibes

-John: I kind of also want to say Themis for him?? But also it doesn't feel right, so I'm gonna say Athena instead. Athena kid, spiders are his unhappy thought

-Michael: Hebe 100% idk he just is or maybe Iris?

-Mr. Smee: He's also Athena there's no reasoning behind these I just feel like he is

-Captain Hook: Hermes, I kind of wanted to say Ares but I feel like Hermes fits the whole "traveling the seas, stealing, swashbuckling pirate" thing better

-The mermaids: I get they'd all be sea nymphs but if they weren't they'd all be daughters of Aphrodite.

Tink: Same with the mermaids in being a nymph of sorts, she'd also probably be Aphrodite. Either that or Hephaestus because of the tinkering an building

-Tiger Lily: Hunter of Artemis, either that or Tyche. Again no reasoning the Tyche, just vibes

-The Lost Boys: Let's be honest the Tree House is basically just a Neverland version of the Hermes Cabin so they're all Hermes by default for now, or maybe adopted children of Morpheus? Can gods adopt other gods kids?? It's Neverland bro he can do whatever he wants ig

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walkman-cat · 4 months

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hands up tell me abt Your star trek au right now!! on the double bro. what are the tensions it all looks too kind & magical i don’t trust it yet

(if it is literally kind & wonderful i am grateful i am thankful i am honored i’d just like to hear more)

-@jack-kellys

i'm ngl my star trek au au is mostly running on vibes wbwbwb so it is pretty kind and happy and warm (i just really like how much everyone in the enterprise's crew has such a respect and care for each other yknow. found family and all that innit).

that being said, here are some funky things about the characters ive been thinking about lately (under a cut because i'm incapable of being concise):

the stars were essentially jack's santa fe. he grew up surrounded by stories of starship captains and space and it became his lifelong dream and ambition to captain a starship, something which he dropped everything to attain. now he is captain of a starship– one of the youngest in starfleet's history– and it's wonderful and fantastic and he's never felt more alive! but there's always something gnawing at the back of his mind (he's based his entire life up until this point around this moment, it was a driving force and a beacon to look up to when times were tough. what if the experience is nothing like his dreams and he ends up disappointed? what happens when the mission's over? what'll become of him?).

also starfleet's assigned him a galaxy-class starship with families onboard and he's having a Time because of it (what if they get hurt under his watch. what if he gives the wrong order and a child dies. starfleet officers know the risks of space travel and are aware of this but the families. the children). other than that he's having a great time !!

kath's half-betazoid on her mother's side, but she never knew her mother nor has she ever been to betazoid (i really went woe! being mixed and only connected to one of your cultures but still being unable to fit in even there because of the fact that you're mixed be upon ye!). she's trying real hard to learn more about betazoid and who her mother is even though she knows she won't really feel like she "belongs" in betazoid either. she's working on understanding and using her empathic/telepathic powers more.

oh also!! pulitzer is a notorious and not-well liked admiral, when kath joined the acedmy she officially had her name changed to plumber and has since told no-one that they're related (this surely won't backfire terribly on her in the future)

also because this is the spot (cat) show, kath loves spot (cat) and wants to babysit her and play with her but alas. she is allergic to cats

race cannot catch a break– he's got a massive losing streak at senior officer poker night, spot (cat) hates him, he can't grow a beard but every time theres an impostor/clone/mirror universe situation the other version of him always has a beard (this is half in jest but also it amuses me wbwb)

jokes aside, i've been having a whole bunch of race as first officer thoughts (and a lot of riker and race parallel thoughts but. that's another story). i don’t really know how to explain it other than the way riker acts in the last episode of tng season two (yes, the riker montage episode) when facing death (joking around and keeping up the appearance of flippancy and courage in the face of agonising death because he’s first officer and there are people who look up to him and he has to set an example) seemed very race and very kony to me, in a way. (youve got this to blame for riker beard race. im not sorry)

race is also one of the first people to advocate for les becoming acting ensign. he makes it very clear that he's in les' corner and makes himself responsible for his studies and sometimes his training (and he teaches him poker).

OH ALSO! sarah and davey didnt know les ws going to be onboard and only found out about his presence after they'd set off. did he sneak onboard?? mayyyybeee (he just really wants to be a starfleet officer). after the initial shock (and notifying their parents) sarah and davey start the Let Les on the Bridge campaign (letting him watch the bridge from the turbolift, helping out in sciences and engineering, etc etc) the that eventually leads to les becoming acting ensign. it reaches a point where most of jack's senior officers would probably mutiny all for this kid.

there's more stuff but i'll stop rambling now because, again, i have a problem with being concise wbwbw. thankyou soso much for the ask rizz once again i love your star trek au so much and am always eager to hear more wbwbw!!! :D

#is it obvious that i've been thinking about this au maybe a wee bit too much #i have no plot but i do have the idea that spot (human) has a (adopted) klingon uncle he grew up with #the plot's just shenanigans and everyones pals and theres a cat near the warp core AGAIN #kath's experiences being half-betzoid growing up on earth without any connection to betazoid culture and never quite belonging #is kinda based on my own experiences growing up as half-asian but only having cultural ties to my greek family and stuff #idk my brain latched onto this and now i cannot let it go #idk why i felt that was important to mention but im mentioning it anyway #its real obvious im a tng enjoyer from this isnt it wbwbw #i have many other thoughts but they are minor and also this was getting reallll long wbwbw #that is all for now wbbwbwbw THANK YOU RIZZZZ WBWBWBW #very bouncy moment #newsies #jack kelly #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #racetrack higgins #les jacobs #newsies star trek au #answered #jack-kellys #this is a beast of a post im so sorry #once again thankyouu rizzz i love your au sm and im real happy you like mine wbwbw

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literary-illuminati · 1 year

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Book Review 14 - The Best of Nancy Kress, by Nancy Kress

Okay, continuing to work through my backlog on these! And learning the perils of letting it build for a month because my memories of most of the stories in this are already getting a bit vague and scattered.

So, getting the basic details out of the way – my first short story collection of the year, 600 pages of the works of Nancy Kress, curated and selected by the author herself as all her favourites that would fit in one volume. Someone on here (can’t remember who and tumblr search is being its usual unusuable self, unfortunately) recommended Beggars In Spain to me a while back, and this was the only volume my library system had that included it. So, 500-ish pages of other stories as a nice bonus until I got to the end and remembered that that’s the reason I’d gotten the book out in the first place.

The stories run from less than ten pages to a novella, and Kress includes a little half-page afterward following each. Usually either a reflection on the meaning of the story or an anecdote about its writing or reception, and then where and when it was originally published and any awards it won. And there were a lot of awards You can get a lot of short stories nominated for Hugos over 45 years of writing. The little snapshots of a, like, SF/F writer subculture and the relationships therein were all charming, anyway.

The stories themselves were of pretty wildly varying subject matter, though all science fiction of one kind or another. Everything from post-apocalyptic ruins to spaceships studying the galactic core to the drama and intrigue of gene-modding among high class ballerinas twenty minutes from now. The quality varied – it would pretty much have to, for like two dozen stories written across a span of decades – but overall it was really quite good.

Tone was rather more consistent. Some were happier than others, of course, but even the most fantastical and high concept worlds were pretty grimy and compromised and full of petty politics and pettier assholes. Capital H Heroes were pretty thin on the ground, even (especially) among the various protagonists. Kress seems to have a rare love for women who aren’t just, like, spiky, but genuinely flawed and unpleasant to be around (easier to pull off with short stories than novels, I suppose).

Short stories are great for just putting people in situations generally, really – not sure how long you could really draw out ‘feeling awkward and shitty because the guy you’re having an affair with was on a ‘business trip’ to visit you when aliens abducted and/or killed everyone in the city his wife and kids were in. He absolutely blames you for this,’ but it’s sure a hook!

Familial relationships that are, lets go with troubled, are a whole other recurring theme, too. Sororicidal sisters, deadbeat dads, obsessive ex-wives, parents putting their children through experimental gene-therapy to make sure they grow up with the ideal body to vicariously live out their dreams, the whole set. There’s even some dubiously consensual clone incest at one point!

Though honestly the lack of capital-h Heroes goes beyond just morality – thinking about it, most of the short stories are told from the perspective of observers, survivors, sufferers of exotic diseases, journalists poking at a mess from the outside. People whose world is being acted upon by forces far beyond their control, if not beyond their understanding entirely, and either bearing witness or struggling to adapt and get by. The stories where the protagonists had real agency – the scientists exploring the galaxy’s core, the time-travellers taking an alternate Anne Boleyn hostage to prevent the English Civil Wars – are usually the tragedies. There are a lot of those – or, if not tragedies, then at least stories that end badly for almost everyone involved. I’m halfway convinced that short stories are just a more appealing format for properly bleak fiction, really – less investment in characters’ wellbeing, or narrative expectations pushing towards growth or happy endings.

And now, before I focus on discussing Beggars In Spain specifically, some call outs for the short stories that really stuck in my head

The aforementioned gene-moding scandals in New York ballet, partially told through the perspective of the engineered-to-be-as-smart-as-a-5-year-old bespoke guard dog contracted to protect a start ballerina. Nicely understated cyberpunk setting and also felt extremely realistic as the sort of thing we’ll absolutely be having scandals about in fifty years tbh.

A woman discovering that the aliens are here amid the ruins of postwar Earth because they started getting our television broadcasts and decided that the only thing we had worth taking was dogs, but are stuck here until they figure out how to train them to be as good and heroic as they are in the movies.

A disenchanted and nostalgic man in the 80s finding a specific cupboard that goes back to one specific day in 1935 (I think. Pre-war but Roosevelt administration). He uses this exclusively to make his social security cheque go further and buy little presents for his friend with what in the 80s is pocket change. The actual plot involves despairing over how cynical and bleak-minded his granddaughter the artist is, and deciding to go back and a Good Man to introduce her to.

An extremely short one – just a one-scene vignette, really – about a waitress in a vaguely ‘50s diner when one of the aliens whose been in the news so much escapes their minders and wants to try an apple pie.

(There were also, I must admit, a decent number of stories that left me cold or that I just didn’t see the point of including, but, again, pretty much inevitable in any big collection, isn’t it?)

But okay, so! Beggars in Spain! It’s definitely an interesting novella, and given the fact that it’s 30 years old and was by all accounts incredibly successful I do kind of wonder how many common tropes about the whole super-intelligent designer babies conceit I’ve encountered elsewhere first are downstream of it?

Because I mean, ostensibly it’s about children modified in utero to not need to sleep, but practically that cashes out to them all being creative productive polyglot geniuses. Which is certainly the fantasy of never having to sleep with zero downsides, though honestly I’m pretty sure I’d spend at least half the extra time fucking around online. That said, the sense of alienation the protagonist has dealing with a world where almost everyone around her seems to just be wasting a third of their lives laying down is really well done.

It’s the sort of novella that you could probably write a dozen a dozen different essays about, and would probably benefit from being analyzed with less than a month’s distance and quotes on hand, but for all the futurism (and really not the best story in the collection for that, honestly), the thematic throughline that stood out to me is actually just libertarianism? Or not quite the right word, probably, though it is our heroine’s ideology (she is, after all, the favoured daughter of a self-made magnate, amid a social circle of the golden children of the striving upper-middle class). But the specific idea of enlightened selfishness, that the contract is the basis of all society, that no one owes anyone anything, and you are only worth what you can produce to offer up in exchange to others.

It’s where the title comes from, after all – the eponymous beggars with nothing to offer except their need who are entirely superfluous and inconvenient to the lives of the Sleepless ubermensch; what are they owed? The orthodox answer of the movement basically every major character at least ostensibly ascribes to is ‘nothing’.

Not that any of them actually act like individuals interacting solely through mutually beneficial contracts, which I’m fairly sure is in fact the point – the Sleepless invent nationalism before any of them turn thirty, going to great effort to support and look after each other on the basis of Sleepless-solidarity and an assumption that each of them is the future of humanity. And on the other hand, the protagonist’s father is a domineering, overbearing ass of a partner, draining both of his wives’ personality and will to live in turn until they get tired of being bitter social secretaries for him and quit. Equitable, contractual relationships are thin on the ground – and of course the entire climax is the protagonist relying on friends and an estranged sister to rescue an abused child who surely isn’t likely to pay any of them back for the effort anytime soon.

I thought the hypocrisy was neatly done, anyway. Especially since it’s never really confronted – none of the Sleepless ever show the slightest awareness that the lengths they’ll go to for the sake of each other purely on the basis of their shared enhancements seem to contradict the ideology they treat as holy writ.

Overall not exactly my favourite book of the year, but a fair bit better than a lot of what I’ve read so far. So I’ll call it a win. Just for the time capsule effect of reading stories written by the same author across four decades, if nothing else.

#book review #Nancy Kress #the Best of Nancy Kress #sff #short stories

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twistedhxart · 2 days

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unusual hcs - multiples of 5 💙

5. how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed? - Usually just one blanket and one pillow. Whereas he is used to sleeping with what feels like ten thousand blankets and pillows from where he comes from. Just royal stuff!

10. what shampoo scent do they like the best and why? - He's a guy who doesn't really want that many smells on him. As he is used to using natural fragrances in soaps to clean his body and hair, he was quite surprised at what the modern other world has to offer in terms of fragrances. It's hard to find something that doesn't smell like black ice (the stuff men have to use for hair and body lol) 😂

15. do they know how to drive? do they like to drive? - He can't do it and has no intention of learning it. So far, he has always got on very well with bus and train travel

20. what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often? - As a little boy, he didn't like it when the other children declared him shy when he simply didn't feel like hanging out with them. They started teasing him about it, but it wasn't so bad that it had traumatic consequences for him. Luckily, his brother was always there to protect him from the mean kids! As an adult, he doesn't like it when others still point out that he tends to be quiet. Introverts just being introverts. Leave them alone!

25. do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them? - Pretty much everyone is startled by sudden loud noises, right? But Lian can take it, although he doesn't really like being shouted at. He can be very sensitive about it

30. is there something about their personality they want to change? - In his position as crown prince, he is expected to make grand speeches and simply be present. However, as Lian is not someone who likes to be in the limelight, he finds this difficult. He does it when he absolutely has to, so it's certainly something he would want to change if only he could. But he's just not like that. One reason why he doesn't actually want to be king

35. are they possessive over their things? or over other people? both? - Not really when it comes to things, but he can get quite jealous when it comes to people; not possessive though. Nothing he's necessarily proud of, but he can't do anything about it either

40. do they have a big family or a small family? no family? - As part of a royal family, he has a quite big family. So far, I've only managed to expand on his parents and his two siblings. I've never thought about aunts, uncles or cousins. Maybe I should catch up on that 🤔

45. what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one? - He is not chosen to pursue any profession except that of a ruler. So he is practically not allowed to have a dream job, although this thought does cross his mind from time to time. Especially in his time spent in the modern world, where he works as a barista but could much better imagine working in a flower store or perhaps even opening an art studio. But that is wishful thinking

50. where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years? - Above all, he hopes not to feel as lost as he sometimes does. If Lian could choose his future, he imagines it to be peaceful, with someone by his side he loves and with whom he can grow old. But thinking about becoming something he doesn't want to become makes his real visions of the future dark and gloomy 😓

#muse #about lian #reevezs #ooc #mun answers #thank you for sending dear!!

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hello! could i please request a ship from the hunger games, avatar the last airbender and the umbrella academy? i’m ok with being shipped w any of the adult characters in any of the fandoms also. my name is noelle & i’m a bisexual cis female (she/her pronouns). my fav romance tropes are arranged marriage & forbidden romance, and (i think) my love language is physical touch. i’m also an entp & gryffindor! i LOVE to travel & i value experiences over possessions. my family is very important to me and i also really want to have children in the future but not necessarily get married. i’m a people person but i enjoy having some quiet time to myself. i like think i’m pretty nice, but do not cross me 👀 also, my dream job is either a comedian, working in film or something to do with traveling <3 i’m also considered “the funny one” & the ‘wild child.’ i also struggle/have struggled with anxiety, depression, substance abuse & eating disorders. i love to read books and write (mostly scripts & poetry.) i love my job as a barista and i also enjoy going on spontaneous adventures! i love camping, swimming and anything to do with nature. i have a navel piercing, a sagittarius (my zodiac sign!) arrow tattoo below my neck and a fig tattoo on the back of my arm. my style is very 70s mixed with early 2000s. i thrift basically everything i own. i’m 5’3 & have dark blonde hair with blue eyes, i’m pretty chubby but i have a great ass lol. thank you so so much!! :)

Your Hunger Games match is…

Peeta Mellark

After the games he needs physical touch

His love language is physical touch and time quality

Peeta would also like to have children one day

He also prefers to have some time for himself

Likes your jokes and would try to beat you with his

Would fail

Peeta knows how to handle mental/emotional problems ‘cause he expirienced some of them himself

Takes you outside on a date 100%

He is a very observant person so he’d notice your tattoos

Asks if they have any meanings or you just took them because you liked them

Would need you to remind him what’s real and what’s not, sometimes

Your Avatar The Last Airbender match is…

Zuko

Zuko tried not to fall for you considering that being with you - someone who ain’t a firebender - would disappoint others

But he does fall for your personality and body

He ain’t much of a touchy type at first, but would “warm up” after few weeks

Zuko would to your suprise take you to travel on his boat

He ain’t really sure if he wants kids in the future

Likes your attitude

Doesn’t really get your jokes at first, but after a while he would start to understand

Knows exactly how to help you if you’d ever feel down or have your mental problems back

I mean he went through some of them himself

Jokes about your hight

Finds your clothing style funny and real good at the same time

You’re his comfort person and he’s very protective of you

Your Umbrella Academy match is…

Allison Hargreeves

Take in vain her childhood making her touch-starved

So she is seriously into physical touch

Would like to have children one day too

I mean look at her when she had Clarke

(or whatever her name was)

Seriously likes your jokes and puns

Allison has a truma and some other mental issues

She knows how to help you if you’re ever back at it again

Feeling upset in general? Let’s go out or whatever you wanna do

Cuddles 100%

Allison likes your clothing style a lot and would ask for your tips with hers sometimes

#request #headcanons #matchups #the hunger games #hunger games #peeta x reader #peeta mellark #peeta thg #avatar the last airbender #atla #zuko x you #zuko atla #the umbrella academy #tua #allison hargreeves x reader #allison tua

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perenlop · 1 year

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✨❤️✂️🧠 for all of team starfall!!!

KJDL:GJFDL:GJDFL:GJDFLGFDG EVE OMG YAY

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

-skylar: tbh i just thought skylar was a really pretty name and wanted it for one of my characters at the time. i coulddd change it to something that has more meaning that aligns with their character but uhhhh their original name within the story kinda does that anyways i think dfklsdf. im attached at this point

-asha: *hangs my head low* i saw it in wings of fire and thought it was cute. ok but for real i decided it for asha after looking up the meaning, which is "life" which sounds broad but considering her story is about how she and certain antagonists are not sure if she deserves life at all? is fitting

-valerie: another name that i just thought was cute. you can see a theme here. but the word valerie is often associated w fairies and mermaids, at least when i checked it was, and valerie is both! so on a superficial level it works

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

skylar: they would tell you that taking down their first ultra beast with little experience was one, or unlocking their psychic powers- it made them feel on top of the world- but their real best memories was one evening after a particularly harsh day- they and asha had been targeted again and struggled to find a place to heal- everything slowed down. this was earlier in their travels, and both were panicked children who didn't Quite gel at first. skylar was even planning on running off if it meant they wouldn't get attacked. but that night, they were prepared to sleep off their injuries until asha went out and got them food, and came back with that and a warm blanket they'd taken. asha put the blanket around them, making sure they were comfortable, and pat their head until they were nearly asleep. though it was still restrained since asha didn't want to get too close and hurt skylar, it was one of the first moments of intimacy skylar could remember. that was when they realized they wanted to stay with asha despite their differences and situation.

asha: castor taking them out to see the stars at around age 8 after a really stressful day where she shut down, almost glitched out and couldn't talk to anyone because they were just afraid they'd break. she felt humiliated and self hating because this happened at school. castor, wanting to help her feel better, flew her up to the clouds and they searched the night sky for all of the other planets and stars out of their reach. the whole time, asha was wrapped in his wings, trying to show her that he wasn't afraid of her despite her condition being contact-based, as well as give her physical comfort. it's part of why the night sky is so important to her, it's one of her core memories.

valerie: marlow deciding that it'd be good for her to know her water type roots around age 10 and taking her on a small trip through the ocean's edge and rivers through serenade falls, including letting her play behind serenade's popular waterfall. since marlow would often have to work hard to support them, it was a beautiful day where the two of them could just bond and be normal siblings for a day, and it was also when valerie could just explore and find new things for a day.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

skylar: it's hard for them to place. most of their memories are gone, and only a few vague ones appear to them in the form of dreams. but they would consider those dreams nightmares. the worst one they can barely describe, is of their own body being stretched and strained while hearing a voice crying in either anger or sadness, until they came apart entirely.

asha: being separated from her family. it was the first time she was really, truly, all alone. and not only that, she was trapped in an unfamiliar world with no guidance or comfort, and they were being hunted by... someone. multiple people. things. everyone was out for her. it's not a memory she likes to reflect on.

valerie: trying to perform on her own for some time without marlow's help, believing so hard- even with her condition, she could perform moves fine, so she'd be okay, right? and for a while, she was. but she wore herself out hard. she ended up being bedridden while her aura stabilized, missing the winter solstice festival that year. the guilt on marlow's face haunts her to this day.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

skylar- oh the main thing i love about them is a. big spoiler JLKSDJFLSDJFDSF but otherwise!! i really enjoy thinking about their backstory and how it's affected them to the present. they're very similar to valerie in a lot of ways (to a point i might have to tweak them further actually) in that they've been restrained for so long that they just revel in the fact that they can just... do whatever they want. be free. not hold anything back. it takes them a bit to realize, what with the amnesia, but by the time valerie enters the picture, they're a chaotic force to be messed with!

asha- oh i will project onto her so hard. ok for real i am just a sucker for characters that are stoic, blunt, and lonesome to a fault but have a kind spot that shines through, and theyre like that because of a wall theyve put up that has to be lowered with time. asha starts off the story as a very jaded person who hates herself to the point that if she didnt fear death so much, she would have just let it consume her. but their story is about them learning to love themself as they are and take control of their life and let them seek out things that make them happy, and realize how she's impacted the lives of those around her. idk shes very special to me and i love her sm...

valerie- BY FAR it is her optimism combined w her insecurities. omg. first of all her joyful personality is so fun to write, and it's not a front or anything, she's not inconsiderate like princely is in BoP's beginning, she's just someone who loves the people in her life, loves the world around her, and wants to be a positive influence for everyone. the problem that comes with that though... is that she's a doormat. she doesn't often get what SHE wants because she's just giving and giving and giving. she doesn't think she doesn't deserve to take, necessarily, but the opportunity just isn't there a lot of the time. the few times she's reached out to try and get what she wants most- an adventure around the world- it's been squandered somehow. whether she gets denied an escort request or someone in her life puts the idea down because "you're too frail for that! it'd be better for you and everyone to sit still". i don't like, LOVE that ofc but it just makes her feel very real to me. i think she's admirable and its understandable to me how she changes throughout starfall... and in the end, still decides to be a positive influence, now being able to stand up for herself and getting the aide she needs.

#i had to stop and charge my laptop at one point during this KSDLFJSLKF #moonscape #mail #i will go off so hard on my ocs. they are like a brother to me

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purplesurveys · 9 months

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How do you feel about tomato sauce with chunks of tomato? I mean I don't like tomatoes to begin with, so I feel like I'm just not gonna have a good time with this.

Do people think you look like either of your parents? Does that offend you? I look very much like my mom and no it doesn't offend me at all.

Do you prefer regular bacon or turkey bacon? Regular only because I've never had turkey bacon and it'd be impossible for me to compare.

Are you more of a talker or a listener? Listener.

Do you think it’s weird when people talk to their pets like people? No but for the people who find it weird I kind of feel sad for them.

Where do most of your relatives live? Ooh I don't know what the real answer to this would be. We're scattered across Metro Manila and our provinces, but there are many others who have permanently settled abroad too.

What is the last place, other than home, that you stayed overnight? Our Airbnb in Malaysia. I can't believe it'll be two months since then.

Would you ever buy a motorcycle? No, I don't know how to ride one.

What is the most unusual thing in your reach right now? I still have the deodorant I bought in Thailand and that's pretty unique. I don't know how to explain it...it looks like a crystal? Crystal deodorant, is that a thing? It was the only kind available at the nearby 7-Eleven.

Are you sitting by a window right now? Yes.

Do you have anything other than posters or pictures on your walls? My wall lamp right by my office space.

What is the furthest you have traveled alone? Alone...probably just Muntinlupa, lol. I'm scared to go into the expressways alone.

Have you ever ridden a train? Sure. What's funny though is I rode the train in Thailand more times than I *ever* have in the Philippines in 25 years.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you’d never do? Yeah, I'm not very good at keeping some of the promises I make for myself.

Are you tattooed? Or does it freak you out? You are correct in that getting tattooed does freak me out.

Are you attracted to or put off by people who are heavily pierced or tattooed? It depends. There are definitely some tattoo styles I'm not into. Excessive piercings are also a hit or miss with me.

Have you done anything productive today, anyway? I guess. I had to put in some work today because I needed to settle some decisions and confirmations with clients and it couldn't wait until Monday.

Eaten anything delicious today? My mom's spaghetti.

Have you ever taken in a stray animal? Not a stray, but we got Arlee from PAWS.

Do you have or want children? I don't want them anymore. I get really irritated around noisy children and for me, if I'm already impatient about everyday things like that I really don't think I'm cut out for parenting.

How do you feel about marriage? Ever been close? Marriage used to be the biggest dream I had for my future but my past relationship has entirely hardened me from it. I don't care for love and relationships much anymore.

Are you confident in your appearance? Fairly enough.

Do you enjoying taking pictures? Just of things I want to count as memories, but I'm not one to take photos or videos of every single thing I come across.

Do you take pictures of THINGS, or are you just a camera whore? xD LOL at the whore and the xD. How old is this survey? Anyway, yes I mostly take photos of things I encounter. Food I eat, funny signs, dogs spotted...

Do you believe in “the one” or “soulmates”? Sure, but I also believe that people can be perfectly content without their own.

Have you ever dated someone simply for their looks? No.

What about dating someone simply because you felt too bad to say no? Nope.

Are you eating anything right now? I just had dinner, so no.

Does it drive you INSANE when people chew with their mouth open? I can move past it. There are other more irritating noises for me.

Does any food always make you sick but you love it too much to not eat it? Not sick but it makes my stomach upset -- anything with milk.

How do you feel about alcohol? It's fun to drink but everyone who it does should be responsible with how much they take and know how much they're able to handle.

Have you ever been drunk? Yes. I'm pretty low-tolerance so I am also usually the first one in a group to start feeling giddy.

Do you like orange juice with pulp? I've never had that kind.

Do you scream for ice cream? Nah I'm not really into ice cream; I'm a slow eater, so ice cream always ends up melty and soupy with me.

Which orange came first; the color or the fruit? I wanna say the color? Surely some elements in the universe were already orange long before the fruit came about.

Are you in school? If so, for what? Not in school.

What is your dream job? To never have to work ever again in my life, lol. < This is very real and also very relatable. I'd have to say same.

Have you ever experienced a natural disaster? Yes typhoons are typical here.

Do you feel bad when bad things happen to other people? Or do you not care? If you don’t, do you feel guilty about that? I do feel bad especially when the bad thing was caused by things out of their control. It's definitely a case-to-case basis though. Some also deserve to have their asses handed to them.

Aren’t you a little nervous about posting photos online? Well, no.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness? I haven't.

What was the reason you washed your hands last? I just finished washing the dishes and I didn't want my hand to smell like sponge.

Is there something you should be doing? I should be sleeping earlier than usual but I'll kill some time first.

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ran-orimoto · 2 years

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Why are you the Junzumi CEO in this era but you’re also so negative about it happening in canon? Am I the only one who has no doubt they’d eventually get together? In the new drama Junpei understands she can’t understand when people go after her like the boy who gave her the belly belt. Isn’t it the hugest ray of hope for a Junzumi shipper when in the train drama she told him he should speak clearly to her? Can’t it be a connection?

Oh Anon, I’m laughing so much🤣🤣🤣. “Junzumi CEO but at the same time she will always specify there is no way for it to ever happen”. Ops, what a peculiar shipper I am🤣💕. And what a confident CEO🤣, most of all!

I know, I know, I know I’m made like that but I promise it’s not only about Junzumi. I’m like this in general.

From my point of view, Junzumi has always had 0 chances in the writers’ plans, even if they did accidentally turn it in the most meaningful relationship of the series (crucify me). The reason why I believe this is that Junpei isn’t just a character the writers care about. He’s the comical relief, despite him originally being a more serious character in the drafts, apparently. He’s the dude who had to embody the stereotype of “the fat boy hopelessly falling for the main girl but she goes for the thin, hot, amazing, cool mc”. And the writers also stated it: Izumi would exchange his feelings only if he got thinner, which is **** ********.

Yet, you know what, Anon?

I admit I’ve eventually revalued that drama after having talked about it so many times and I can actually suppose a little, veeeeery little change of mentality MIGHT have happened, after all, not only in myself.

Passing to your observation more specifically, I hadn’t honestly connected the dots because I read the recent drama once and, yes, I did laugh at Izumi being dense but I hadn’t taken it in consideration that much🤣. I kinda like that side of hers though? The main girl who was so straight forward when she was 10……Actually can’t understand boys’ feelings if they aren’t highlighted directly in front of her face? Like, you have to tell her you want to date her or she will just go ???????? She reminds me of Ash from Pokemon ( but he wouldn’t probably understand it in that way either ahahha).

I highly doubt there’s a connection between the two dramas in general, though, since they are also contradictions of each other smh (the Digimon can’t go to the real world; so how did they arrive there in the 2018 drama????? New technologies?). However, rereading them, I can really see what you want to underline, and wow, Anon? What can I say? It fits, I adore it.

What I can tell about the kind of character they have attempted to turn drama Izumi into is one who’s got a very childish (in a positive sense) and carefree attitude. I believe she’s not into love stuff yet and only cares about friendship, maybe also because that’s what she cares about the most after having developed social skills thanks to DW. Junpei…I can say my impression about him is that he has always tried going way too forward, and it doesn’t really depend on the fact he’s the oldest. I mean, as a kid, he already dreamed about marriage and children🤣. In that drama he seemed to be organizing an imaginary honeymoon ngl🤣: who would travel around the whole Italy in a normal holiday trip? So, I like seeing their relationship having developed in this funny way: her being the airhead (surprisingly), the one who wants to have fun as much as she can, the one who gets excited about presents (“Grazie! What do you want to give me????”), the one who doesn’t care about her future at all; him being the one who has already estabilished his future and just thinks about the way he wants to build it: in middle school he already knew he wanted to be an opera singer (God bless you, Junpei), in elementary school he already knew who he wanted to spend his life with (and I wish for the realizations of any dreams of yours, baby).

Listening to it again makes me see their whole writing under a new light and since the drama has got hope in its title, I just…Can’t help feeling like it gave a little hope to Junzumi, as weird as it may sound. If Junpei can wait for the right time to come, I’m not that against believing he actually could pull it off anymore. He should just slowen his pace, for God’s sake🤣🤣. He frankly reminds me of a former crush of mine who was so aimed at the future he could only talk with future tense, no joking.

So, my conclusion?

“If you want to say something, say it clearly!” can be perfectly matched with middle school Junpei himself noticing she can’t understand this kind of stuff if you don’t speak to her clearly, directly. So, Anon, my answer is No, you’re not the only one believing in this age they might actually have a chance🤣💕.

Thank you for the ask💕!

#junzumi #junpei shibayama #izumi orimoto #digimon frontier #junpei #izumi #that drama is the best Junzumi present I could have ever got in 2018 after decades #Junpei still falling like a pail of bricks for her #him having changed so much but at the same time not having changed AT ALL #him being in love with my country because of her💕#like Junpei? You know so many places.💕 I’m💕💕💕💕c #HIM SINGING NESSUN DORMA #the whole comversation about the spirits confirming they have the best heart-to-heart even after ages #that they’re still so comfortable around each other because they’re friends most of all #the unavoidable troll they had to give him #BLITZMON SIMPING FOR FAIRYMON #ok enough #let me forget that exists because it’s my damage #my hope is that someday he will be the one getting embarassed about Izumi’s carefree personality on a train because strangers recognize him #oh wow I’m also talking about so many topics I intend to put in my fic eheh #so cute Anon #zura rambles

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mrfippstuff · 2 years

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Mrfipp: I decided to write a little something.

Marcy gets closure. Or at least tries to.

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The last years had bee pretty great for Marcy Wu if she was being honest with herself. She had finally finished up her web comic, the final page posted online and met with much appraisal by her fans, all the words of praise and the fanart had certainly caused her heart to swell. Merchandise was certainly selling well and she was currently in talks to get physical copies of her comic printed, which would become available in the next few months. Her recent dabbling into animation led to her helping a friend with a pilot short for a show they wanted to make, and it got picked up they said there was a spot for a full time animator open for her. Between that, and ideas for a new comic shaking around in her head, she certainly had options where to take her life in the future.

She even managed to get back in touch with Anne and Sasha!

After she moved away, they stayed in contact, constant texts and video chats, her flying back over several times, but the further they got into high school, those contacts became more spaced out, until it reached a point where one day she realized that she hadn’t even talked to either of them in months. It hurt to think their relationship had drifted apart that much, but it wasn’t all bad. Despite her own fears and anxieties, she did make new friends in high school, and they liked the same books and games and anime as she did, and as much as she missed and loved Anne and Sasha, it was honestly refreshing to hang out with people who shared her interests, who would happily talk to her about the things she liked because they liked them too. Even today she’s still friends with some of the. Right now she’s the DM for an online game of Creatures and Caverns that they hold weekly.

When Sasha contacted her, asking if she wanted to get together for Anne’s twenty-third birthday, it didn’t take much for her to say yes, and when all three of them met up again, for the first time in years,she almost cried. Still, their dynamic was different, she couldn’t really describe it, but there was something different about the way they talked to one another that wasn’t the same when they were children. It wasn’t different bad, just different. It didn’t stop them from laughing and having fun and catching up, and almost feeling like it hadn’t been years since they've done this. Still, they’ve changed, they’re grown women now, so how their friendship forms will reflect that.

So when the time to go home came, she expected them to go their separate ways once more, but on that, she was wrong. They were talking more, they messaged one another and kept each other up to date on their lives and were all too happy to share; like her possibly careers paths, Sasha teaching fencing in her spare time, Anne admitting that her desire to get a doctorate is partially spite-fueled so she can rub it into the faces of the teachers who thought she would go nowhere in life.

It’s been pretty great for her.

Then the portal opened.

The original portal machine that Terri had built could only make a small rift, much to small to let anyone through, and it required an insane amount of power to do just that, only becoming usable when exposed to the power of one of the gems, which was no longer available. As far as anyone assumed, any returns trips to Amphibia were a dream at best.

But after over a decade of work, they managed to make another machine, able to create a stable portal the size of a door to allow easier travel between the worlds.

Of course, the three of them were contacted the instant they were sure it was safe.

Coming back to Amphibia was nearly overwhelming, almost like a dream, but she knew this was real, that she was actually back, and the changes were amazing. A council had taken rise, filled with amphibians from all walks of life, to allow better and more fair ruling over the land. The discovery of a new continent, one populated by reptiles had sparked the beginnings of a new industrial age, one separate from the old technology of Newtopia’s past. There were airships now! How cool was that?!

Then there had been the reunions.

Sasha and Grime had first tried to be stoic and professional, but it didn’t take long before they broke down into tears and they hugged.

There was no hesitation however when Anne met the Plantars, with everyone bawling the moment they one another another. Gosh, Anne looked so happy to see Sprig again.

It was honestly pretty funny to see Anne, the biologist, trying to figure out how a snail and a bird ended up having children.

She herself was happy to see Yunan and Olivia again, the latter having actually become of the more influential members of the council. They even adopted a couple of kids! That was great, and she was happy with them.

Still, there is one thing she had been avoiding since she came back, and with them leaving tomorrow, she knows she needs to do this now.

It’s how she finds herself here, standing in front of this massive tree, deep in a thick forest, with a simple headstone in front of her.

Andrias Leviathan, it read.

Well, she finally worked up the nerve to ask about him, but even as Olivia told her, as she guided her here, still had trouble thinking it was real, but now that she is, she doesn’t know what to think.

It’s small and simple, the morbid thought that comes to her is, it really undersold that the massive body beneath her feet was once a king who sat on the throne for one-thousand years.

“How?” she asked, her voice a bit more quite than she thought it would be.

For a moment, Olivia says nothing, maybe trying to think of the best was to answer, before finally speaking. “It was decided that as penance, he would spend his days replanting the forest he destroyed, and it was a punishment he readily accepted without any trouble. The forest you see around you were not here over a decade ago, so he did his job.”

Marcy looked around to the forest. It was an impressive sight, did he really do al this himself?

“As you recall,” Olivia continued. “That his battle with Anne left him injured and his cybernetics damaged, we offered to repair him, we knew that he had no intention of ever being a danger to anyone again, but he always refused. After four years, he one day just... stopped.”

“...oh.”

There is silence now, neither one of them saying anything. Only the wind and the animals of the woods spoke.

“Marcy,” Olivia said, after a time. “While we knew that your return was an unlikely event, before he died he asked me to give this to you, should you somehow come back.” From somewhere, Marcy didn’t know, Olivia pulled out an envelope, and with hands that suddenly felt too heavy did she take it. “I will give you some time alone now, to make whatever peace you want, but should you need me, just know I won’t be too far off.”

With that, Olivia was away, leaving Marcy alone.

She looks to the grave, and back to the envelope, thumbs tracing the edges of the message, debating what should she do with it. A part of her wants to throw it away, another wants to stick it in her bag and never think about it again. Another...

She opens it.

Dear Marcy, should this letter somehow ever make it too you.

During our time together, I lied to you, manipulated you, turned your fears and anxieties against you and your friends before nearly killing you, and serving you to the Core to be violated in both body and mind. You have every right to hate me, to look up my memory in revulsion, and to curse my very name from the deepest reaches of the earth to the expanses above the stars. You suffered greatly because of me.

Despite this, you still chose to say goodbye to me on that day, despite everything that had happened.

There was so much I wanted to say to you, but I knew that there would be nothing I could say that would right the wrongs I have committed against you. Even now, in this letter, do words fail to completely express how I feel.

Despite everything that followed, I did truly enjoy the time we spent together, you brought a happiness into my life that I had forgotten how to feel, and I wish, more than anything else in this world, that I had the strength and courage to listen to my heart instead of that parasitic amalgamation.

I know I don’t have the right to say this, but thank you Marcy, truly thank you for your kindness, and granting me the honor of being your friend, and how I truly sorry I am.

Sincerely, Andrias

PS This might now be the best time to talk about it, but during the invasion I had sent some frobots to try and collect the rest of the Cynthia Coven series, which they did manage to do so I was able to read the rest of them before my eyesight went. I only have so much paper to write on, so I’ll be brief about it, but I thinking beating the Queen of The Below with the Ring of Sealed Truths at the end was a bit contrived, but I really did enjoy how every characters’ arcs came to a close.

Marcy looked down at the letter, going over it several more times, trying to process how to feel and think about this. Until it suddenly came to her, so suddenly that she was surprised to see herself act like that.

“Really?” she said, a laugh escaping her. “Your last words, your dying words, and you spend them talking about a book?”

She kept laughing, laughing so loud because of how ridicules it was, so hard that she fell to her knees, clutching at her stomach and tears streaming down her face.

At some point, she didn’t know when, but the laughter turns into sobs as she found herself wracked with grief.

It was some time before she calmed down, composed herself enough to trust herself to say anything, before finally looking up at the grave.

“I... I want to forgive you,” she said, her voice hoarse from the laughter and crying. “But I don’t know if I... can? Should? I just, I just don’t know.” When strength finally returned to her legs, she pushed herself up and slowly made her way to the grave. “I get why you did the things you did, having that thing hover over your shoulder like that, I mean, I can relate to that to some degree.” There was a small, tired laugh. “You know, I never told you this, but there was a time where I thought you made a good father figure to me, but I-” She stops, what else could she say? “It’s not an excuse, but I get it, and I guess what I want to say is...”

What did she want to say? She didn’t know, she tried to think of it, but nothing came to. So instead, she didn’t think.

“I just wish things had been different too.”

Feeling drained, Marcy looked back down to the letter, crumpled in her clenched fist, before smoothing it out, before returning it to its envelope and placed it in her bag.

With nothing left, Marcy turned around and walked away, giving on last look over her shoulder.

“Bye,” she said, in a small voice.

#amphibia #marcy wu #andrias leviathan #lady olivia #fanfiction #fanfic

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drewoclock · 3 months

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Roller Skates Turned Into Silverware

Originally published April 12th, 2015

It had everything a kid could get excited about: A roller skating rink, an arcade, prizes, contests, a big jungle gym, multiple ball pits, hit songs blaring overhead. And one day my parents read something in the newspaper saying that the owner of that place was closing it. And instead, he was going to move somewhere else and open up a restaurant. That was somewhat of a shock. I initially pictured the restaurant being exactly like the last place, but they also served you pizza. Turns out I was wrong; it was going to be a fancy adult restaurant. Which meant there probably wouldn’t be any ball pits.

I was bummed that one of my favorite places was disappearing, but I wasn’t even able to focus on being upset. I was too intrigued by this owner. I couldn’t believe that somebody could want two totally different things. I just assumed people had one ultimate dream that they spent their whole life going after, and yet, this guy crafted a one-of-a-kind empire to stimulating the imagination and thrill of small children everywhere and decided that he also wanted to make a restaurant for adults that like to be fancy.

The world stopped being a place where people just had one dream; where they were either living it or had to settle for something else, and I would want to go up to that plumber and say “If you always wanted to be a yo-yo entertainer, you should go do that instead!’ and the plumber would cry and break his plunger in two and pull out from an old dusty box his sacred yo-yo and jump out the window and grab onto a bus that was heading to the world yo-yo competition. Now, people could have more than one dream. Somebody could like being a birthday clown AND a porn star.

This really changed things. It's awesome, but when you have more than one dream, it’s very hard to make time for both dreams. Sometimes, you have to pick between the two. And then you have one dream that isn’t being realized anymore. For a while, I just thought of myself as a drawing/painting guy. My parents, teachers, and peers all encouraged me to keep up with it, and I did. But I haven’t painted anything for years now, and you know what? I miss it. Sometimes I just want to stop what I’m doing (which may or may not be trasitioning into a bird person to be among my avian friends) and paint. It’s just not that easy, though. Birds don’t usually paint.

It doesn’t just affect you, either. Several creators on YouTube that I love have moved on to do other things. The lives of those creators are definitely changing, but so is mine. The type of videos I watch has changed. The things I’m being inspired by has changed. The things that I miss seeing? That’s changed. Will I ever get to see the last episodes of that web show about telekinetic cats?

With multiple dreams, you see a lot of things that end up getting abandoned for a while, and sometimes forever. All I want to do is watch these things grow and flourish when they often won’t. But isn’t that urge a sign? Having that urge means that something’s there. That somebody managed to put something out there for a while. And isn’t it cool, that I can have this urge in the first place?

Who knows where that roller skating owner is now. Maybe he’s making just the best salads. He owns the finest salad hut in Fancy Town. And right now, he’s thinking “It’s been a real wild ride galavanting with all this lettuce, but it’s about time I moved onto my true calling: saving people from quicksand. I’ve just always wanted to wait around quicksand in case some traveler falls into it, and then I’d rescue the traveler with my quicksand savior skills.” And maybe when the restaurant closes, some customer will go “What buttshit! I loved his salads and now I can’t have his salads anymore!” And I’m right next to him, and I go “Yeah, and I wanna cool place to roller skate again!” And there’s another guy that says “I can’t believe he stopped saving people from quicksand to go build a giant balloon castle in the sky!” but that guy isn’t able to say that because he’s in quicksand.

What a load of things to cause, huh?

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wily-one24 · 4 months

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100 questions: 15*, 42, 84 *I ask this even though (or because?) I start forgetting my dreams as soon as I wake up.

This is the liminal space between Christmas and New Years, time does not exist. I posted the meme, built a chair, rewired the screen on my security door, had an afternoon nap, then bought some dinner for my kids.

But I am back and ready to answer questions!!

And these are some good ones, @dahllaz.

15. What's the best dream you've had?

This has me thinking, because... what IS the best dream I've had?

When I was younger, I used to have this recurring dream of flying. I mean, maybe not exactly flying... but.. extended leaping? Extended hovering? I would be able to step up off the ground and cover streets worth of distance in the air without touching the ground. Those dreams always left me feeling kinda... free? I always liked them, they were joyous dreams.

Havent' had them in a while though.

Not so pleasant recurring dreams I used to have were losing teeth. Those haven't happened in a while. More recently, I've had ones werein I am choking almost on excess amounts of gum... which is weird, because I don't chew gum. But, in my dreams, I"m just... choking on it.

I don't know.

Lately, I've been having these weird purpose dreams. Like, on a mission dreams.

I end up in a group of random people, a mix of people I know in real life and strangers, and there's something we have to do.

For example, I had one recently were I was in a car with a bunch of people that were, apparently, my ex husband's work mates/subordinates... and we were going to pick him up... but then ended up on some strange errand to drop something off at a university to some university lecturer at night, and going up an elevator in a darkened building to the one floor that was still open... but the building was still fairly busy... and it's hard to explain.

Also, for some reason, a lot of my dreams happen in houses that used to be part of my life, like my grandparents' house when I was young. Or my parents house that I left when I got married.

OOOH.

There was one recently (and by recently, I say a couple of months ago), in which I was at said parents' house (which I left when I got married, but I spent my formative teenage years there) as if I still lived there. There were some extended family members either there or about to be there, there were plans for people to come over.

And I was sitting there naked. Living my life. (as you do in dreams, apparently).

But it wasn't an "omg, I'm naked!" dream, it was very much a "fuck it, I'm naked and if they have a problem with it, they can damn well leave" dream.

Which, probably says a lot about my state of mind right now. I am who I am and I am not ashamed of any part of that. So... take me as I am, or GTFO. Basically.

That was a good dream.

42. Favourite song right now?

Probably no surprise, but "Set Me on Fire" by Missy Higgins, it's on my D5 playlist and I sing it very, very loud. Sometimes on repeat. It's very singable. But I do tend to put a series of four songs on a row from that playlist... which is starting from "I Need An Island", "I'm Alive", "Silence Is Golden", and "Set Me On Fire", which I have termed by "Olivia's State of Mind" songs. I sing to them all. Loudly. But Set Me On Fire just seems to hit a bit more, you know?

84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?

I can't do both?

Perhaps the future. I would like to see how my sons turn out. There's a good chance that, if all goes well, I may just get to do that anyway. However, let's be real, I am severely chronically ill and I am on the waiting list for a multi-organ transplant. SO MANY things could go wrong. There is no guarantee here. So, that question would be answered, I want to see what their futures look like. Whether they have families, partners, and/or children, what they do with their lives, if they're happy.

I like to think they'll be happy in whichever way they choose to live.

HOWEVER, that said, there are some things I would like to do in the past. At least to know about the past.

I would want to meet my grandparents, they died when I was in my early twenties, but they lived rich lives. I want to meet them when they were younger. I want to shwo them pictures of their great grandchildren.

Plus, there is this huge big family mystery that will never be answered, because my grandparents never spoke of it after one night over fifty years ago. It involved them and their good friends. They never saw them after that night.

But it changed my Nanna, and by the time I was old enough to know her, she was mostly gone psychologically. My pop would never speak of that night or what happened, but she would always be paranoid about the police showing up to take us all away.

It was weird.

I kinda want to know what happened.

#look ma i got an ask #interesting stuff #wow i really went off on a few tangents there didn't i?#dahllaz

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fi4metta · 5 months

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Crowley's head canons from the fanfic I am writing:

(not all of them are mine, but I liked them enough to use them and I want to share)

he can't dream: He can fall asleep and he can sleep like a log, but he isn't able to have a single dream. He just go blindly into the abyss. As he didn't sleep when he was an angel (he learned this habit while on Earth) he isn't very sure what "dreaming" actually is, but he would love to try. All the demons in fact can't dream, it's the part of their punishment.

he can't cry: Not an expert, but as far as I am know, snakes can't cry either. His eyes aren't capable of producing tears. He can feel sad and his eyes starting to burn painlessly, when he is about to cry, and yet not a single tear coming out of them

he is poikilothermic (cold-blooded): So he is always cold, as he lives in London where it's always bloody cold. He has a small electric fire place in his apartament and he likes to lay next to it on. He has a lot of electric heaters, his AC in the Bentley is always at maximum heat and he takes long, hot showers. He also has a terrarium where he warm himself, especially during winter. He actually hates winter, as it's hard to cope for a cold-blooded creature, so he usually hibernates.

he is the only demon who can travel between dimensions: As the one who created (or help with creation of) the universe, Crowley knows all ins and outs of it. He can just pop out of reality into the celestial dimension (the one with Heaven and Hell in it) but also he is the only one who can be in the middle of those two, in so called Limbo. It's a hybrid of the two dimensions, where he can still see the reality (so it's not just a white void we saw in s1) but also see the real forms of other occult (or celestial) creatures - wings, for example.

he is extremely good with maths and physics: And intelligent in general. He invented maths and physic, while being in charge of creating space.

he is a snake himself: He can change into any snake form at any time he wants to, and he really enjoys being a snake, as he is small and can sneak on people and scare them.

he had an affair with Freddie Mercury: It's not really mine, but I love this concept. This is the reason why Aziraphale hates Queen and everything Queen related, as he hates Freddie for being Crowley's special someone back in the day. Crowley thinks of it as nothing very serious, just some old-school rock'n'roll love.

reading hurts his eyes: As he has poor vision in general. For him reading is like using your phone for two days in the row without any break. His eyes starting to burn after two words, so he doesn't read, but still buys books, because he likes their smell and colourful covers and remind him of Aziraphale.

he is a cinema freak: We saw Crowley in cinema alone in s1 and I really like the idea of Crowley rolling into the cinema in every second of his spare time. He likes the stories and the plots of the films, so he gets from cinema the things he could get from reading, but films don't hurt his eyes. He actually see them very well, as has a snake vision, so he is very sensible to light.

he lost his virginity in Sodom: He has never told it to Aziraphale but he was there with other demons to cause some chaos and he got carried away. He didn't like it, he just had too much to drink.

he loves kids: He is a kid himself, or more a brat, to be honest. He uses every opportunity to be around children and kids like him, because he is a weirdo and kids love weird adults. He used to take care of Maggie, when her parents worked in the record shop (Aziraphale was the one he was supposed to do it, but angel is terrible with kids, want them to read Pride and Prejudice or something).

I can't think of more, but I'm sure I'm forgetting some of them, so I will probably do a part two of this, I hope you like it...

#good omens #headcanon #crowley #fanfic #aziraphale #neil gaiman #go2 #aj crowley

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September 3rd, 2023 Sunday - 9:07pm

school starts on tuesday. what the fuck. i haven’t updated in a while, but man do i have a lot of shit to talk about. so…that dude i was friends with… yeah we dated. my entire work found out which was quite humiliating and annoying but for some reason, his ex was the least bothered by it, in front of me. in front of my other friends who work there…not so much. but hey less conflict and confrontational drama for me right? plus, i said dated, i broke up with him after 3 weeks. yeah. and i kind of feel awful but at the same time i don’t. after i broke up with him (over text btw), i went to the CNE in toronto and got to pay 20$ for a palm reading from a psychic and it felt like a slap in the face.

first of all, she starts off by saying that i need to stop being such a mean person. in other words, she called me a bitch. subtly. and she told me that she can see i have a softer and sweeter side to me and that i should be showing that much more often, but to not let others take advantage of it and let myself become a mother for others. “they have a mother, they do not need you to be a second or third one”. i almost threw up when she said that. she said that i have a lot of work to do when it came to self love and care, thanks. i’m aware. but then she added that i’ll be travelling around the world and i won’t be alone, but she couldn’t tell if i’d be with a lover or a friend. 🤷‍♀️. my step dad said there’s no way i’d travel with a man so i guess i’m either going with a friend or somehow switching sides in the next few years, but i can’t see that ever happening. but then after that she decided to go ahead and tell me that i’ll be happily married at some point in my life with four children. four fucking children. no thank you i like having a uterus that’s inside me not one that’ll fall out spontaneously by the time i’m having a midlife crisis. she also said something about business but i can’t remember exactly what it was she said but it was positive.

but fuck, this wasn’t even the worst part since the last time i’ve wrote an entry, this has just been sitting at the front of my brain since i got the reading. what’s been really important is the fact that i have most definitely been reborn. something over the course of this summer has changed me. i am not the same person i was before school ended and i’m fucking proud of it too. i’m sick of being that girl that just sat at the back of each class, behind the chaos and chatting and laughing that goes on in each of my classes. i want to actually be seen now, but only because i know i am myself now. these past few years of high school, i’ve been stuck. locked up after the disgusting lock downs. but that’s not who i am anymore. and now that i’m free from a boyfriend (i swear i’m not that much of a slut), i can do whatever the hell i want. and i love it. as toxic and stupid as it sounds, i’m literally embodying the manic pixie dream girl persona just because i feel like it. and who’s gonna stop me? that’s another thing i’ve adapted, the mindset of “why care? it’s my life not yours.” i’ve been thinking of changing my name for a while bc of course my real name is not roma, but i want it to be, and many people i know have told me that that’s a stupid idea. it’s cringy. it’s weird. okay… you expect me to care why? it’s my life, my name, why does it matter to you if i change it or not? it’s not like i’ll be treating my real name like a deadname or anything, people i know now can still call me by my real name, but once i’m in university, that name and version of myself is gone. i’ll be roma, and i’ll be whoever the hell i decide to be with each day that passes. and i don’t mean to say that in some kind of emo way either, like it’s some kind of depressive phase of “oh, i feel so trapped here in this stupid small town 💔🥀🫠, i just want to disappear and become a whole new person 😈🚬🪦”. like no. lmfao. i think that’s what a lot of people think when i tell them these things, but trust me, its not. my ideas are more along the lines of taking advantage of the freedom we are given but without crossing the line of “acceptable” behaviour. it’s really just the hippie life style ig. on another topic of being whoever i decide to be, i’ve come to realize how much power i actually could have if i just didn’t care so much. i have a tendency to overthink things, overcare about things, make things awkward because i overthink things way too much. but i’m done with that shit, who really cares? the only thing that matters this year at school is my grades, nothing else. after i graduate, what are the chances i see anyone i go to school with now for the rest of my life? probably extremely slim with my plans for the future including travelling and never fucking returning to bruce county. nothing fucking matters.

back to the topic of how i become a mother for everyone, i hate that. i’ve been researching a lot about it and the correct term for it is parentification and occurs when a child and parents roles are reversed. for example, the child is the one who listens to the parents problems while theres are pushed away or labeled as “nothing to worry about”. i hate that i went through that and i hate that it’s made me unconsciously become everyone around me’s mother. worst part about it is that after i saw the psychic and began thinking about it more, i realized that while i was in the relationship with the dude from my work, i was most definitely just acting like a mother he can touch however he likes which is absolutely disgusting. and i wished i had realized it sooner. hopefully, i can somehow change that.

but yeah, that’s how my august has been. pretty self discovering and yet somehow uneventful. lovely.

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