#rather than “uses fire and rips out hearts” “doesn't use fire or rips out hearts” “rumpelstiltskin and whatever the fuck he's got going on”

[the-trinket-witch]

TWST Signature Spell Effects on the Body

Because I'm a wordy, purple-prose kinda bish, I thought about what each Unique Magic might actually feel like on the body (at least the ones that affect other mages when cast). (SPOILERS FOR BOOKS 5 ONWARD)

(CW: Loss of motor function, scopophobia, senses being messed with, forceful sleep)

Off With Your Head:

The moment it slaps around your neck and shoulders, there's that deafening rush of blood to one's ears. If you and your magic were lightning, the collar just became your glass bottle. Outside of the momentary dulling of senses, one may  have a general difficulty breathing, either from the collar fitting itself or the lack of support without one's magic. Lightheadedness and an internal hollowness make the collar leave you feeling like after a flu.

Bet the Limit:

His magic literally amplifies and pushes back your magic, but to do that he has to rip control of it from you. Bet the Limit gives one that jerking tug on the shoulders, a jab of pain that burns into your neck almost. Sometimes if one resists or tries to wrench control back, they're left feeling like their shoulders have been dislocated. They haven't of course, but the feeling is still enough to keep one from moving them for a while.

Doodle Suit:

There's a metallic, fruity Sichuan peppercorn-like numbing on the senses before it's replaced with what he decides. Pretty straightforward.

(Legit tho: I think his is kinda scary in terms of utility. The possibilities o_o )

King's Roar:

Burning. King's roar doesn't have fire but there's still a dry burn. Rug or rope burn, an allergic reaction, or being splashed with hydrogen peroxide, it all makes the nerves curl away like shriveling plants. Skin on downwards begins flaking like baked mud, falling off into sand like chunks of slate.

Laugh With Me:

Laugh With Me at first feels like the pinch of nerves. But pulling against the bindings is like hyena teeth biting and yanking your muscle and bones; you're not in control. That tugging hurts much less, more of a firm mouthing on your body in whatever direction he wants.

It's A Deal:

Much like his flattering words, his magic leaves one feeling glittery. But there's a cold tentacle-like grip on the heart for a quick moment; a reminder of what lies in the undertow. It's not a memorable sensation, but memorable enough to know what happens when it returns upon failing to fulfill your end of a contract. The resulting Anemone doesn't feel like much until one touches it, like a large zit.)

Shock the Heart:

The sudden wash over you feels like the splash of cold water after getting dumped out of a boat. Pharyngeal jaws scrape and tug on your tongue to reel you in, truth dripping off of you like seawater. 

(Truth is a lot of times subjective so why nerf it further? HC he can use it multiple times but lies cause it works on those unaware)

Oasis Maker:

Rain that's always the perfect refreshing temperature. Never frigid but never feeling hot. A relaxing shower of jasmine and chai, without the stifling steam

Snake Whisper:

A burning cobra bite to the skull. It's venom sears every wrinkle in the brain as you feel yourself get pulled along by the collar of proverbial tail coiled around your neck. Resistance feels like hot sand filling your brain cavity. Eventually the oppressive weight of said sand makes one submit. 

Sleep Kiss:

 Sleep Kiss seems pretty straightforward. It probably feels like sitting in a soundproof glass box, with cold air filtered in. Every chilly inhale acts like anesthesia, or the tug of exhaustion by hypothermia.

Fae of Maleficence:

His 'Blessing' feels like being laid into a patch of semi-prickly twigs; a dragon's nest or roost. It hurts slightly, but the diligence is paid to lay you gently in so they don't prick. Eventually you can somewhat relax, but adjusting or moving reminds one of the thorny poking all around you. It just becomes preferable to sit still, rather than try waking or even attempt at getting comfortable.

Meet in a Dream:

Many mistake Silver to have soft hair, but the only downy lightness about him, I think, is Meet in a Dream. Whatever sensations one feels when dreaming of flying, that fills you to buoyancy as he leads you along the Dream Corridor.

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #unique magic #signature spell #twst silver #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts #epel felmier #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #deuce spade #jade leech #kalim al asim

[nerdofthecentrey]

Hi hi! So the lack of Sang-wook (sweet home) ficts on here is insane! So I was thinking if you could write something x GN reader (if possible) maybe something where like, sang-wook finally breaks after putting up that cold facade he always has and reader just comforts him (maybe reader being the only person in between the survivors that doesn't find him weird or scary? (Maybe a confession) take your time and feel free to ignore if you don't like this! (Just answer to it so I know if you don't want to write it I understand!)

I’ll Be There | Sang-wook x GN reader

Genre: Fluff, A bit of Angst

Summary: Sang-wook’s walls finally collapse and your the only one who understands him.

Warnings: Mentions of Killing, Normal Sweet Home Stuff

Unedited ( Will be editing tomorrow)

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Sang-wook was dangerous. There was no denying his hard cold demeanor and his fearlessness to stand up for/ to anyone in the group. Everyone though he was a criminal but you knew that underneath that had to be someone that cared. Everyday you watched as he groaned and grumbled at everyone. You tried your best to make sure he was always taken care of because he was important more to you than anyone. Maybe it was a petty crush or perhaps it came from a place of understanding.

Everyone treated him as an outsider. Yet you would offer him food. He at first reacted like he didn’t care just walking away every time you tried. Slowly things changed. He would answer by shaking his head no sometimes he would take one piece before walking off as he started to warm up to you.

On a rather gloomy day rain fell hard outside, everyone already seemed to be in a terrible mood. But than a monster broke into the first floor. It tore through walls and damn near killed you all, luckily Hyun-Soo was quick on his feet to light it on fire before it could reach where everyone slept.

“ This is ridiculous we aren’t safe! That thing got down here!” Woo-Hyun shouted out. Making practically everyone jump beside Sang-wook who stood next to you.

“ Ya, I mean what if we were sleeping a-and it snuck down here and killed us all!” Gook-hee added pulling her dog closer to her. They had a point, but the way that they bitched about it didn’t help any.

“ Let’s all just take a breath-“ You started trying to regain some form of peace you’d all just lost.

“ Don’t tell me to breathe!” Woo-Hyun said walking up to you. Sang-Wook stepped forward as if he were protecting you. But Do-Hyun spoke before a fight could break lose,

“ The problem has been fixed we’ll have everyone check over certain spots so we can-“ Woo-Hyun cut him off grabbing his collar practically almost ripping Do-hyun’s white t-shirt in the process.

“ Your trying to kill us first you hold food from us and now this you-“

Sang-wook lightly pushing Woo-hyun back. His face turned to pure shock.

“ You dare put your hands on me! You thug!” He yelled pointing at him. “ Why is he even still here he’s a danger to us all! He killed a person!”

Sang-Wook face fell for second before harding back up. He stepped back as Woo-Hyun continued.

“ He’s a murder a psychopath-“

“ Stop it!” You shouted making everyone go silent.

Sang-wook shoved his hands in his pockets while walking away from the scene.

“ Walk away killer!” Woo-Hyun yelled point at him.

“ Would you stop!” You shouted smacking his hand down Woo-Hyun face turned in shock.

“ Did you ever stop to think that maybe he did it for our own good? Maybe that man was out to kill us or take our only things we have left.”

Woo-Hyun looked at you with a slightly deflated expression. “ Whatever nobody cares what you have to say! You don’t even speak half the time..” He muttered before walking away his wife trailing behind.

Everyone else followed their lead going off on their own. You decide to go after Sang-wook you weren’t sure what you’d find. But you saw the look in his eyes almost like someone had poked his heart.

As you turned the corner you heard the sound of breaking concrete and grunts. You saw Sang-wook standing over concrete blocks slamming them with a sledge hammer. Little piece scattering across the floor.

“ Sang-wook?” You said softly.

“ Go.” He muttered as he dropped the hammer on the ground his back towards you.

You start taking slow steps towards him asking, “ Are you okay ?” He didn’t reply instead he stayed silent you noticed his shoulders starting to shake by the time you reached his side you saw tears streaming down his face. It made your heart hurt to see him like this. You felt bad like you were seeing something you weren’t meant too but you weren’t going anywhere you wanted him to know that.

“ It’s okay.” He practically jumped on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close gripping your shirt as he sobbed into your neck. His grip was tight like you would disappear if he let go. You wrapped your arms around his smoothing his hair as you whispering.

“ You can cry, it’s okay.” That he did. You practically watched as his walls came down you let him crying till the sun was setting by than you both found yourself sitting on the dirt near the window in a comfortable silence.

“ Thank you..” He muttered. You could help but giggle at his embarrassed tone, He gives you shocked look.

“ It’s okay.” You grinned. “I’m not judging you.”

Sang-wook’s eyes widen a bit at your statement like nobody had ever showed this type of care for him. Maybe you were the first in a while.

“ You don’t have to be strong in front of me.” You reassured him. You just wanted him to be okay to know that even if the whole world judged him you wouldn’t.

“ I don’t know what to say..” His eyes trailing down to the dirt.

“ Then don’t say anything, Just promise me you’ll let me be there for you.”

He nodded his head in acceptance of you and an acceptance of letting someone special in. You made him feel like there was more to this world than constantly having to watch your own back now he could watch what was right in-front of him.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I wasn’t sure what kinda of ending I was gonna do. I was thinking about having Sang-wook tell the reader he didn’t kill them for a dumb reason. Or this ending where Sang-wook just tries to leave it in the past and move on with the reader which is this end. Anyways That’s all Much appreciation ❤️💚!!

#Sangwook #Sangwook x reader #Sangwook pyeon x reader #sweet home fluff #sweet home angst #kdrama x reader #kdrama #sweet home fanfic #sweet home x reader #Sangwook Pyeon fluff #Sangwook Pyeon fanfic #Fanfic #oneshot #Kdramaoneshots #gender neutral reader #Sweet home x gn reader

[suremango]

Has anyone ever thought about how young chip looked? Like yeah he struggled all his life and probably physically wilted, his skin riddled with scars. But he's still 19. So what if whenever his body was covered all they could see was a boy? A young man, youthful and ambitious and abit of a bastard. A crooked smile on a baby face. He never seemed that old, a future ahead of him, a future painted by a raspy and pitched voice, eyes haunted but looking for all the world. Greedy and selfish, heart full of more gold than he ever could want. Mischievous and clever, energetic and witty, selfless and brash, young and alive..

And now, now that his heart had been ripped from his throat. It leaves his chest hollow and his voice hoarse, deepened like an echo spoken through magic alone. No hope or life in a voice that lacks a proper tone. And he tries to use it. To spill out that future but the echo just gets louder as he grows further. He looks at his skin and misses how his scars looked healed, how his skin beamed with color even in them and how he could feel its warmth. His fire tattoo so faded it looks more like smoke and his skin so pale and grey like it belongs to same pallet with the black dripping from his mouth. He doesn't taste blood. doesn't taste at all. He feels empty. He yearns for breath with no place to hold it. His body didn't even get the chance to fight before it lost. Dead and decaying by the second.

And he looks at his friends. And for once, he sees nothing in their eyes, no reflection of him because they don't see him.

In their eyes, they see him break and shatter. His image a million pieces on the ground. And as he gets up before they could process, the pieces reformed in an instant but there's something wrong. They see him get up and fight, yell and joke, laugh and comfort. They don't miss that sliver of echo in his voice. How it changed just enough it's unsettling. How his eyes look no longer haunted but rather lifeless. These are the eyes of their friend and it scares them. His body is losing it's life so fast. He gets thinner than he already was and his skin ages, malnourished and lacking, his face looks disgustingly older to the point they don't recognize him. The color in his hair fades so fast. And then it falls, eyes sinking and skin practically melting and tearing like it's some old fabric weakened by age. His chest sinks and his fingers wrinkle and tear to bone. His smile torn by something that's more akin to their flag. Even his bones are scratched and withered.

And yet they still hug him, still love him. They don't recognize him. Almost fear him. See him in the hollowed they kill. Worry for a second it's him that they killed. When his whisper quiet footsteps are behind them, when a sharp, cold touch grases their shoulders they force themselves to not look panicked. You think jay, with all the fear instilled into her, once turned around and almost shot him in the skull? he'd barely withered at that point and she could see his eyes so full of hurt. Maybe as gillion ruthlessly cut through the crowds of hollowed had almost struck him, stopped by his friends yelp, his eyes and mind lagging behind before he remembers. And chip is just left to dwell on how he's no longer the boy that arlin knew or loved, how he probably won't recognize him. And since that's the first person to make him feel human, feel alive, then that would mean he's back to being nothing at all.

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi show #jrwi chip #fuuuuck #angst #THIS HIATUS IS ACTIVLY MURDERING ME- #AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH #I felt inspired #suffer

[happyk44]

Stayed up until 3:30 envisioning my daughter of Zeus OC from childhood that I crafted into an original original character having a nervous breakdown because the sky is loveless and law is loveless and order is loveless and at some point the love she has in her heart won't be enough

"the ocean is a possessive bastard that never wants you to leave, and the earth loves you so much it provides so you can live, and the dead are coated in love from grief, and homes are where love first sprouted, the warmth of the fire, and what is the core of family and marriage if not the love between people, but the sky?

the sky doesn't love you. you jump and it doesn't catch you, it will watch you plummet to the ground. the higher up you go, the harder it is to breathe. the sky does not want you, it does not love you. and the law does not love you. it doesn't care about you, who you are, how you are, the why's behind the rule you broke. it will structure itself how it sees fit, based on its own feelings of what is and isn't correct, and it will throw you away for the slightest infraction. it will kill you for not acting the way it demands.

and I am the daughter of the sky, I am the daughter of law. at some point love won't be enough to stop me from executing every person who so much as breathes wrong. my love is superficial. it is not authentic, it is not genuine, it is a thin, thin blanket covering my cold empty heart and I will not get to the point where it is ripped away! I will not be my mother, and I will not be my father! I REFUSE!

so please just let me die"

Naturally I tried to figure out how to sculpt this into a Jason monologue because who gives a shit about OCs, esp ones they've never heard of, lol, but it was 3:30 and I needed to sleep, and I was like meh it's not possibly for jaybird anyway, he's got that wolf in him

But Jason has also been continuously abandoned by every family he's ever had - his mom, the wolves, camp jupiter when they didn't go looking for him, leo and piper, probably more and so on, and I HC to be suicidal and actively self-harm himself

and you know what, I think it would be neat if everyone was like "Jason, you don't have time for friends, you need to learn to be a leader, you need to focus on training, blah blah blah" and he's desperate to see if he can have both and somehow someway he summons dead siblings to ask advice from or maybe he prays for advice and receives a dream from my stressed out baby girl who's basically like "I had so much love in my heart, it was slowly killing me every single day because my rules were small and stupid but they mattered so fucking much and people broke them all the tim and the intense need I felt to hurt them as punishment for their wrongdoings made me want to kill myself and the only reason I couldn't is because my friends kept catching me. don't befriend a child of Pluto or Mors, they're annoyingly adept and weirdly stubborn about you dying when they don't want you to"

ofc Jason is desperate. He wants people, he wants community. But she just shakes her head. "you're the oldest child of Jupiter here. You're the only child of Jupiter here. You have no choice. I was the youngest of my siblings. If I were in line to be praetor, if I were in line to be charge of my cohort, I would've tried so much harder to die because love and leadership are incompatible for us. Maybe it works out for other people, but not for us.

Abandon your affections, Jason. Crave friendship but never seek it out. It will hurt you less when it comes time to discipline those who break the rules. You are a tornado waiting to happen, you are a lightning storm. Your discipline will not be gentle and it will not be light. Do you want to be feared by those you love?"

and he shakes his head, wishing he was a softer person, one who shocked rather than electrocuted, one who didn't bear their teeth, and played with the breeze instead of manifesting gale.

"then love no one. because the fear will come no matter what, but love? that's what you have to work for. and it has no place with us"

#jason grace #happy talks pjo #okay im going back to sleep. woke up to feed cats take meds and write this out. bye

[imkylotrash]

I used to get lost in your eyes

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader (first person).

My hands are shaking. Any minute now, he'll come walking through that door and I'll have to break both of our hearts. Any minute now, I will have my last moment with him, and my bones are threatening to break under the weight of that knowledge. Keys rattle on the other side of the door, and I take a deep breath to stabilize my thundering heart. It does not do the trick.

"Hey, how was..." His voice trails off when he sees my packed bags by the door. There's no reason to try and hide the tears making their way down my cheeks. He'll know soon enough what will happen tonight.

"We need to talk." The four worst words in a relationship. My voice remains steady despite the cold making a home in my veins.

"What's going on?" He still has one foot out in the hallway as if not fully entering the room will change the outcome of tonight. It won't.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't keep waiting for you to let me in, because I don't think you'll ever be ready. And I definitely can't continue to be shut out when you're struggling. It hurts too much." I feel my bottom lip quiver as I try to reel back some of the feelings threatening to rip their way out of my heart. For so long, I've managed to keep them contained, but I can't do it anymore. I am tired.

"Please, don't. You know I've been working on this. You know I'm trying to-to-I don't want to lose you." Finally, he enters the room to walk over to me and get on his knees in front of me. For once, I can read him as an open book. The fear of losing me, the broken heart already demanding to be felt even though I'm still here. I see it all, but it's too late.

"I can't keep clawing at your walls, darling. My nails haven't even managed to make a single scratch." Nothing on this earth could prepare me for the feeling in my chest as I watch all hope evaporate from his face. I have to consciously remind myself why this is necessary. How many evenings I've sat waiting for him to come home, to tell me what troubles him. How many times I've gone to bed alone because he'd rather stay in his study and ignore the world. Once, I was naive enough to think that I might one day become his world. That he'd trust me enough to let me see the sides of him that were less than perfect. I did not harbor such sentiments now.

"There must be something I can do," he argues but I've made my decision. It will do none of us any good to dwell on what might have been.

"I'll stay with Lily and James for a few days until I find somewhere to go." It's selfish to bring his best friend into this, but I have nowhere to go and Lily is my best friend. It's only natural to seek her comfort right now. I tell myself it's only for a few days. And it's not as if James won't be able to come over and see Remus. I'd never get in the way of that.

"Please stay." With unsteady legs, I stand up and step to the side to pass Remus still on his knees.

"Please," he whispers so quietly, I almost miss it. If there is something smaller than a quark, I believe that would be equivalent to the size of the broken pieces of my heart lying shattered on the floor. He grips my wrist to keep me from taking another step, but I cannot stay. I cannot destroy myself to make him whole.

"Let go of me, Remus." It comes out as a plea rather than an order, but I cannot bring myself to cause him any more pain than necessary. Fire spreads where his skin touches mine and I curse how weak my body becomes by his touch.

"Don't make me do it myself. Please just let me go." I don't want to have to pry his hand off of me. I can't have that be my last memory with him. After a full minute, he finally lets go of my wrist.

"You are worthy of love, my darling. I'm just not the right person to give it to you." I lean down to press a kiss to his forehead as a final goodbye. The sight of his tear-streaked face will haunt me from this day forward, but I still walk out the door. And he doesn't stop me this time.

#remus lupin x reader #young remus lupin imagine #young remus lupin #remus lupin #lupin hp #hp marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #hp writing #lupin x reader #harry potter series #harry potter #hp fandom

[he1ian]

masked chimes au master post

(by boatem, convex-solos and me)

[convex centric superhero au where everyone other than joe hills suffers, is evil or both]

[disclaimer: this au is divided into 3 acts, as far as act 1 is kept light-hearted, act 2 and 3 bring up dark topics (manipulation, strong violence, death unhealthy relationships, etc.) so if it's not your jam, proceed with caution! or don't proceed at all]

[it also has elements of shipping (cubscar, bigren, biggri, solidaritimes) so, keep that in mind]

[also grian uses she/her. cause why the hell not]

designs (so far):

• jingler & (act 1) jangler

• stress, (act 1) scar, joe

• (act 2) jangler , cub, grian

• bigb, ren, doc

• cleo

• vault busters (iskall & mumbo)

• false, jimmy, pearl

• mother spore

• jingler & jangler (act 3)

• gem / dawnbreaker

• etho

the world is kept in modern times ableit not realistic, some people have hybrid body parts however it doesn't majorly affect their life, they're mostly just design choices

character roles (act 1):

- jingler: cub's persona, an undefeated supervillain, terrorizing the city for fun

- cub: scar's roommate, studied medicine but works retail, tired

- scar: cub's roommate, works at anything as anyone (barbie LOL) hence has money to support both him and cub, childhood best friend of mumbo and grian, extremely full of himself

- grian: a detective working on the case of the jingler, childhood best friend of mumbo and scar, crushes on bigb

- jangler: scar's hero persona, created for the sole purpose of fighting against the jingler, offers his help to grian (who in desperation, accepts)

- ren: in a day to day life he's the owner of the shop cub works at but has knowledge in spy gadgets, gets called for special jobs - currently working in espionage helping grain, has an unofficial thing going on with bigb

- doc: tech guy, met ren when he was tasked to create his prosthetic after an accident in the past, currently working in general tech helping grian, (later creates weapons for jangler to use)

- pearl: grian's boss, should've fired her on probably 5 different occasions

- iskall: villain (retired supervillain), currently focusing on robbery rather than causing chaos and violence

- mumbo: villain, iskall's sidekick, childhood best friend of scar and grian, was NOT made for the role of a villain but is scraping for money (rip), has no interest in harming anyone, he's just in for the cash

(they don't really go by any specific names and are rather seen as a complete duo of vault busters)

- stress: retired supervillain (who worked alongside iskall), currently living a peaceful life as an owner of a flower shop

- bigb: owner of a bakery, has an unofficial thing going on with ren, like the only genuine fan of the jangler

- false&jimmy: sheriffs (as in, police level) assigned the case of vault busters

(jimmy and lizzie are blood related and grian is their adopted sibling)

important events (act 1):

- scar and cub didn't know each other before living together. cub met scar one evening when the latter was going home after one of his many jobs, they briefly talked. scar spiked cub's interest as despite clear signs of a crime committed on his clothes were visible, scar didn't mention them at all. he later found out that scar was looking for a flatmate and offered himself.

- grian is overworked, not even close to revealing the identity nor capturing the jingler, without thinking too much about it she rambles about the case to scar whenever they meet for a friendly chat. that's when scar gets the idea to become the jangler ("someone would have to be insane enough to face jingler in combat") but not really because he cares about the greater good of the city - he sees it as an easy opportunity to get fame. [🟣][🟠]

- jangler would've easily lost to the jingler if it wasn't for the fact cub recognizes his roommate (it's painfully obvious really, he doesn't understand how no one else sees it, cartoon logic) and after some dodging he flees the battlefield leaving scar behind. for the first time, someone has survived a duel with the jingler.

- even though he never actually comes close to harming or even scathing the jingler, grian's new companion sparks fresh hope into her and the future of the case. her and her team of doc and ren start working on more complicated tech and weapons. (the success also makes grian not even consider scar to be the new hero. she greatly undermines his abilities).

- [ending of act 1]

jangler is awaiting the arrival of the jingler when the vault busters stumble upon him. past urges awaken in iskall as he senses a perfect opportunity to fight the only undefeated enemy of the jingler. long story short, they fight, mumbo messes up scar's face on accident (which leaves the left side of his face covered in burn scars), cub arrives and saves scar. [here's a fic of the scene written by our friend!]

character roles (act 2):

[if someone isn't mentioned, their role stays the same][the vibe turns a whole 180° from now on]

- cub: scar's boyfriend with no genuine feelings of love towards him, treats scar as his science project

- scar: cub's partner, borderline obsessed with him, craves all his attention

- jangler: now a supervillain working alongside cub, loves playing with fire

- ren: fucking dead (the jingler kills him 🙏)

- grian: a detective throughout the first half of the act. after jangler leaves and ren dies, the case is in shambles; gets demoted to vault busters' case and false with jimmy take her place

- mother spore: grian's vigilante persona, created after her demotion and finding out the identities of jingler and jangler. decides to take matters in her own hands and forms the resistance

- joe: silly character with massive plot armor [best explained here], film uni student who wants to make a movie about jingler and jangler for their thesis, best friend of cleo

- cleo: film directing student at the same uni as joe, accompanies him in his observations and recordings, admires jingler's ability to unnoticeably lead a performance, best friend of joe

- stress: accidentally gets roped into grian's resistance, reveals her knowledge of heroes and villains

- mumbo: the wettest rag of a character, gets his leg chopped off by the jangler (😢), retires as a villain after that

- iskall: after mumbo gets injured he blames himself for it (it's the second time his companion suffers meanwhile he leaves unscathed) - he turns himself in

- jimmy: now working on the main case, convinced there's a thing between him and scar - scar however uses jimmy's infatuation to gather information that might help him and cub [🟠]

- bigb: ren's death takes a huge toll on him, grian gets closer to him

important events (act 2)

- after the fight with vault busters, cub saves scar and takes him to his hiding spot. he reveals his identity and offers scar to join him instead. cub tells scar how actually weak he is and that people don't consider him great. he also offers that beside him, he will get a taste of real fame.

- scar and cub burn the old outfit of the jangler together. it awakens scar's love for fire meanwhile cub showcases and offers the new suit - revealing his plan has been in the making for a while. [🔵]

"Scar treats being the Jangler as a performance. He doesn’t really treat all the atrocities he commits with the seriousness they should have."

- in the meantime while scar heals, jingler keeps on the down low but isn't restless. during one of his shifts cub messes up and while chatting with ren, mentions information about the latest doings of the jingler only classified people would have access to. he's forced to and murders ren.

- grian is the person to break the news to bigb. they become closer.

- scar makes sure to make his return and reveal a big thing. the jingler calls grian and doc to announce he's holding the jangler hostage. upon arrival, they reveal there's no hostage. scar only craved an audience. after this scene, grian loses the case.

- the jangler takes mumbo's leg just basically as a revenge. lol. he didn't want to kill him but wanted to make him never forget.

- joe becomes one of the victims of jingler and jangler. or better said, was supposed to. the guy doesn't seem to be able to die and after a while the duo becomes so fascinated by him they just let him live. he offers to make a film about them, thinking of them more of as actors than threat. cub out of curiosity and sheer ridiculousness agrees and scar considers what he's doing to be a performance anyways. (joe never finds out their identities though)

- scar and grian end up in an argument over jimmy and cub which results in scar revealing to be the jangler. he promises grian that he will kill her. you can read a fic of this scene here!

- after finding out about mumbo's injury iskall feels incredibly guilty and turns himself in. he's judged only for his present crimes and gets a community work sentence (grian figures out mumbo must've been the other vb member but stays quiet. how she isn't fired is anyone's guess).

- cub and scar go into hiding and grian decides to take matters into her own hands, directly this time. she forms the resistance and mother spore.

[a great fic of one of the fights between mother spore and the jingler and jangler, by vexcraft our beloved]

- [ending of act II]

once again, a big fight, jingler and jangler are against the resistance (yet again)

this time the resistance comes out as victorious and the fight ends in cub getting gravely injured and scar turning himself in, considering it the better option than letting cub die.

act III (general info)

[this part is still a big work in progress so not many things are settled on]

- the main premise is basically that scar and cub end up in jail (losers). cub loses an eye after the fight with grian (both him and scar losing what matters more to each of them - cub utility and scar, appearance).

- scar doesn't cope well with being away from cub and not knowing his state

- false and jimmy interrogate them

- they manage to escape but as i said, it's only a brief outline, no details on when and how yet

[the post will get progressively updated]

#VERY long post #masked chimes au master post #masked chimes au #convex #uhhh if you read this you deserve financial recompensation

[theferal-possum]

hey so nobody knows this blog but i got out of control while telling my friend about a writing a prompt i thought of and so now im giving it to you fire emoji (below the clip)

au where lance had his schoolbag for some reason (he doesnt know why he grabbed it, he likes to think it was the universe letting him have things from home to remind him that yes, he will make it back) and as they reach the edge of the solar system, his bag starts to ring, his familiar ringtone playing throughout the lion.

he's not quite sure why he decided to go on a hunt to find a charger to get it's battery up, maybe fate playing with the strings a bit to get it to happen, he's not sure.

it's what the paladins have deemed as "night-time," around 9pm back on earth. he was nearly asleep but is now clambering for his bag, worn from the years he's spent using it in space. he rips the phone from it, staring in disbelief that he was able to get a signal from all the way out here.

the words are clear on his screen, though his eyes are blurring them, tears threatening to fall.

MAMÁ

his hands are shaky as he clicks the accept button. the heart threatening to beat out of his chest the only thing assuring him that it isnt a dream.

it's quiet for a moment, before his mother's quiet words ring through his ears.

"..mijo?"

she sounds as if she's aged 10 years in only 5, but her voice was still heavy with that slight spanish accent, worn from years of english, that used to scold him and tell lance how much she loves him. but it's everything he's missed. and he can't helps the way his voice breaks when he says,

"mamá. oh mamá we're coming home."

----

lance doesn't know why, after the call with his mother ends, he calls keith. sure they're friends now but he hasn't been sure if theyre that close yet.

but he does anyways.

it only rings for a second, the image of keith appearing on his screen. pajamas on, and kosmo laying their head in his lap, with his comm pad held lazily in one hand. the screen lit up with one of the crosswords allura had given them to help with their altean.

"hey man, what's up? you alright? you look like you've been crying."

he leans forward in the chair, much to kosmos dislike, his eyes squinting and brow furrowed in concern.

lance suddenly feels concious of how he looks, eyes red and puffy, but just wipes at his eyes, looking at the side of his controls rather than the screen.

"yeah, it's just uh. i got a call from my mom, from my old phone. and i just, i don't know."

keith sits up fully in his seat, although knocking kosmo's head off fully, and clicks his comm pad off and setting it onto the floor.

"dude, really?! i'm surprised you got signal all the way out here. but i'm glad for you! how was she doing?"

keith looks genuinely happy for him, not something lance often had the privilege to see.

"she's uhm."

he takes a moment to steel himself. taking a deep breath as he reminds himself that he won't have to talk about only memories of her the next day. it won't hurt to talk about her.

"she's doing good, she was uh. really happy to hear from me. says she called me every week just to see if i would maybe pick up."

and lance's heart can't help but break, as he thinks about his mamá, face creased with worry, sat with her phone in hand, hoping her son would pick up. hoping that he would come back. that he would come home.

"she uh, only starting calling once or twice per month after the first year, so i guess i got lucky. it was really nice to hear her voice again. i almost forgot."

(his face falls, as he thinks of the countless nights that he'd try. try to hard to remember what she sounded like. how she rolled her r's, how she sounded as she yelled at him to do his chores faster, how she said i love you. he could never get it just right.)

"it's funny honestly, i used to hope for the day that i wouldn't have to hear it as much. i'd mock her voice from behind my door after an argument. but now i can't even imagine that. i guess, you don't know how much you'd miss something until you lose it.

and i know it seems silly to miss her this much considering we were gone only 2 years. but for her it was five. and at some points i wasn't–"

his voice begins to crack, his hand gripping the edge of his seat so hard that his fingers were white. the tears in his eyes threatening to fall.

"–i wasn't sure if i'd ever see her again. if i'd be able to tell her that i was coming home."

lance gives a watery laugh, rubbing his hand on the back of his head as he realises that he just dumped that all on keith.

“sorry that was, kind of a ramble.”

he finally looks back up at the screen, tears pricking the back of his eyes as he tries not to cry again. keith is staring at seemingly nothing just behind the screen, face drawn up in an expression lance can't decipher. thoughtfulness? he's not quite sure. but he doesn't have time to figure it out before keith speaks again, his gaze falling down to the floor as he starts to fidget with the string on his sweatpants.

"i understand what you mean. and im not trying to make this about me but, after spending two years on a space whale, i learned theres a lot of things you don't realise you'll miss."

he looks up, his face almost determined as he looks at lance directly now.

"but hey, you'll get to see her tomorrow, you won't have to miss her for much longer."

lance nods, smiling as a warmth spreading through his chest. he feels a renewed hope for the next day. he was going to go home.

(little note but the idea that theres a big group that surrounds the lions after they land, which the paladins get lost in immediately

and so lance is desperately searching through the crowd trying to find his family, before seeing keith waving and pointing almost frantically, but a smile on his face.

and as the crowd moves his mamá comes into view, standing next to keith

she calls out to lance, and he immediately runs over, engulfing her in a hug that lasts, definitely more than 20 seconds, and once he pulls away she starts tearfully rambling about how much she missed him, how she always knew in her heart that he'd come back, etc. etc.

but after a moment wipes the tears from her eyes and cheerfully exclaims that she was struggling to find him before keith had helped her, saying how nice he is, mother stuff yk

and keith is looking away blushing slightly from the compliments, and lance just looks at him and thanks him with such a genuine tone that keith cant help but smile fondly at him)

#i went insane and wrote all 1.2k words of this in under 40 minutes #might continue it/flesh it out more in the future #i have a couple more ideas that would work really well with it #who knows! #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #voltron

[weenwrites]

Can you do Predaking Skylynx and Darksteel with S/O with terminal cancer (sorry if this theme makes tou uncomfortable)

Cancer

Summary - When your time is finite, how do your lovers spend their time with you? Characters - Predaking, Skylynx, Darksteel Content - Angst, Hurt & Comfort Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - Terminal Illness Mention, Cancer Mention

✎ A/N: It's fine! I'm sorry this came rather late but, I hope you enjoy what I wrote.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Predaking

He understands well that your time is limited, so he tries his hardest in order to see every wish of yours come to fruition, no matter what he has to do in order to make it come true. If you've ever wished to see a certain part of the world, he'll bring you there in a heart-beat. Or if you just want to be in the company of your loved ones he'll bring them to you or you to them, whichever is easier and faster. He'd rip the stars down from the sky and serve you the moon on a silver platter even if you did so little as mention the notion in passing.

He's tried to learn as much as he could about your condition, whether it be from asking you or doing research of his own, so he's somewhat familiar with the side-effects that come with terminal cancer and he's always on the lookout for them. He encourages you to take care of yourself and drink plenty of water, and if you ever begin mentioning signs of pain, he's quick to ask where to take you. If it's to the hospital, he couldn't care less about being seen if it means you'll be alright. Or when you get cold he tries his best to warm you up, whether it's by curling up around you, or setting up a little fire.

If you do any activities outdoors or away from your home, he'll personally be there to accompany you whenever he can.

Whenever there are difficult nights where you're brought down by the gravity of the situation, Predaking has made it clear that you could come to him for support whenever you experience times like these.

Skylynx

And when he already thought your life was short enough, it had to be cut even shorter... As opposed to the other two, he opts to take a—for lack of a better word—more "mental health-centered" take to this. That is to say, he doesn't try to make you feel happy all the time or he doesn't try to make every day better than the last, but that doesn't mean he just lets you be sad either.

He'll be there to listen to you talk about how you feel about this whole thing, and if you have nothing to say well he'll do whatever he can to comfort you if you come to tears. And whether you just want to sit with your emotions for a while, or distract yourself from them, he'll go with whatever you want to do.

And as per usual, he does try to keep you company whenever he can. Even if it's doing something very simple and mundane, he's willing to sit there and be with you for as long as he can.

Darksteel

He's upset that something like this is going to take you from him, and there's nothing he can do about it, but he tries not to linger on it for too long. He doesn't want your final moments together to bring nothing but tears when he looks back on them in the future, and besides... Things are already depressing enough as they are, he's not gonna rub any more salt in the wound.

He goes out of his way to make you laugh or smile however he can and as much as possible, even if it warrants Skylynx hitting him over the head for being annoying. And especially if you start to feel depressed, he's completely ready to bend over backwards just to hear your laughter.

If there's anything you're unsure about doing while you still can, he'll try to urge you to do it, especially if you think you might come to regret it. But if you tell him that your decision is final or that you really aren't sure, he won't try to push it anymore.

He tries to see to it that you get to do whatever you want to do no matter what that may be. Even if you want to do something simple that you enjoy, he wouldn't hesitate to crush anyone who tried to interrupt you.

#tfp x reader #tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp predaking #predaking x reader #tfp skylynx #skylynx x reader #tfp darksteel #darksteel x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #tw terminal illness #terminal illness tw #terminal illness #tw cancer #cancer tw #cancer #weenwrites

[cleolinda]

Tyrannosaurus Rex (Zoologist, 2018)

(Zoologist Perfumes)

Zoologist Tyrannosaurus Rex is a gargantuan scent that sinks its teeth into the world of delicate fragrances and rips it wide open. Primitive woods and florals seize you and snatch you away to an ancient era. Smoky, charred wood warns of the danger of smouldering fire, setting your senses on edge, while droplets of metallic rose oxide offer a chilling premonition of blood-lust. The mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex is sometimes menacing, sometimes fascinating, but never, ever ordinary.

Perfumer: Antonio Gardoni Top Notes: Bergamot, Black Pepper, Fir, Laurel Leaf, Neroli, Nutmeg Heart Notes: Champaca, Geranium, Jasmine, Osmanthus, Rose, Ylang Ylang Base Notes: Resins, Cade, Cedar, Civet [synthetic], Frankincense, Leather [synthetic], Patchouli, Sandalwood, Vanilla

As is my wont, I read user reviews across various sites first. These reviews described Horrors. The word "barbecue" was used more than once. But once again, I look at this list of notes and I think, all of this sounds fine. Civet musk can be a little hard to handle; I haven't worn or smelled it much. But I actually like the scent of black pepper, that's fine. "Cade" seems to be smoky distilled juniper tar, and the Parfumo listing replaces the word cade with "Canary Islands juniper." Love a juniper, sounds good. Not sure what "resins" we're talking about, but I enjoy some incense, and "resins" are frequently in that ballpark. Let's give it a whirl.

For some reason, I opened the sample without gloves or even a tissue in my hand, which is what I usually do. I get perfume headaches, after all, and if I get one from just opening a vial, we're putting it back. So I wasn't really ready to wear it, but I was curious. Tyrannosaurus Rex got on my fingertips—

(Troubled Birds)

—and there was nothing I could do about it.

T-Rex does not wash off. It doesn't. I went back to the notes to figure out why. And also, to figure out HOW it opens with a huge belch of slaughterhouse.

Like, I knew, I KNEW this was going to happen, I keep saying that I did my research and I knew what was going to happen when I put this or that fragrance on and then somehow I'm still left reeling when that's exactly what happens. The first thing—well, let's skip to the second thing right now. The Fragrantica note listing specifies "kyara incense" rather than "resins," and that's a precious Japanese incense that—ohhhh, it's oud. You have to follow this linguistic chain of kyara to aloeswood to agarwood to oud, but that's what it is.

Raw materials such as agarwood are becoming increasingly rare due to the depletion of the wild resource. [...] The highest regarded wood, ranjyatai, dates back to at least the 10th century and is kyara wood from Laos or Vietnam, and was used by emperors and warlords for its fragrance. It is said to contain so much resin that it can be used many times over. (Wikipedia: Incense in Japan)

If patchouli is the funk of kings, oud is the odor of emperors. It's not going to wash off, and perhaps more to the point, it would be an extravagant waste if you tried. Oud is valued in Indian perfumery, but it's particularly loved in Arabian fragrance—and I'm talking about both ancient traditions and modern industries here. It's been getting more popular in European and American fragrance for maybe the 10+ years or so, softened for the Western market as "the new patchouli." If I'd known that T-Rex was going to lead me here, I would have scoped out some oud fragrances and planned a whole deep-dive post; instead, we'll do that sometime in the future. For now, I'm aware that oud is—"polarizing," that's a good word:

Maybe you've had a whiff of some popular fragrances featuring oud, like Tom Ford Oud Wood, Byredo Our Immortel, or Maison Francis Kurkdjian Oud Satin Mood. They're distinctively different compositions that all share telltale qualities that oud offers. For one, they last a long time. Even after an oud fragrance dries down on the skin, you can still detect a trace of it radiating from one's body heat — musky, earthy, woody, and a bit smoky, like an incense. It's difficult to describe, but once you've smelled oud, you can most likely recognize it anywhere. On its own, it's quite polarizing, but when combined with a fragrance's note composition, it can add depth and complexity to any kind of scent. (Allure)

To be blunt about it: what this article dances around is the fact that a lot of people think that some ouds smell "sweaty" or even "fecal." I've personally seen this over and over in English-language user reviews at Fragrantica, Basenotes, that kind of all-encompassing database site. And I think there could be a cultural lack of appreciation at play there; it’s also true that some things just do not work with some people, biochemically, no matter how open-minded they are. I wanted to fistfight some European aldehydes. It happens. It’s also true that oud genuinely contains indole, a chemical that also makes some jasmine, ylang ylang, and gardenia flowers smell unpleasantly animalic or, yes, like shit. (Notice that jasmine and ylang are also in T-Rex.) I've never had a problem smelling white florals as unpleasant—and I’ve had jasmine and gardenia plants in my yard—just strong as fuck. I’ve also been lucky enough that the "urine" note in Mitsouko doesn't come out on me. Maybe, in trying T-Rex, the chemistry odds will actually be in my favor.

And I have to say, as a disclaimer: "kyara incense" isn't the official wording on the Zoologist website; I don’t know where this information came from. But after smelling the perfume—I'm not very experienced with oud, but I'm going to say, it tracks. Especially if your goal is to make a—let's say, "confrontational" fragrance.

But I don't think indolic notes are really the big news in T-Rex. The first thing I got was the rose: "Droplets of metallic rose oxide offer a chilling premonition of blood-lust." Bear in mind that rust is iron oxide; T-Rex gives off a very similarly rusty, blood-coppery note from that rose oxide, rather like raw beef. And I can tell it's truly the oxide note, because I can smell actual rose kind of trailing behind it.

My first thought was, who the fuck has ever used rose oxide in a perfume before? Well, it turns out that it doesn't smell like an rogue episode of Hannibal broke out when it's used in a rose accord or a fruit context:

Rose Oxide is the perfect aroma chemical for [a] vibrating, elegant and pulsating rose scent. It is used in many fragrances and [has a] highly impactful high cis quality, fresh, radiant and powerful. It is ideal for all kinds of compounds, used as an ingredient in cosmetics, personal care products, fragrances, cleaners, detergents, home care, perfumes etc. [...] It also adds to the flavor of select fruits like lychee and Gewürztraminer [a wine grape.] Rose oxide is a flavor rich component and can be seen in some essential oils like the Bulgarian rose oil and in roses. Rose oxide is one of the important fragrance materials in creating rosy notes for perfumes. (essentialoil.in)

(That link includes a lot of actual chemical notation, if you're interested in that. Note: "Cis" in this context refers to the spatial arrangement of atoms, "all on one side," not in an opposing "transverse" setup. Today I learned!)

Along that line, the supplier Pell Wall describes their rose oxide as "Floral-rose, green-geranium, bright-clean, metallic, wet. Diffusive and powerful." You'll notice that geranium is also in T-Rex; I would imagine, to boost the rose note, but also to underline the green notes of laurel and evergreen that create a dark, earthy wilderness under the raw meat aspect. I'm guessing that the juniper tar (an interesting nod to the tar pits people associate, however incorrectly, with dinosaur bones) adds some volcanic smoke, although it doesn't actually blend with the "meat" for me. Animalic civet and indole notes must be what give some flesh to the blood. And then of course, you also have the leathery skin of the dinosaur, combined with that (synthetic) civet musk. I'm not sure if the black pepper functions as the darkness of the forest, the wearer's sensation of encroaching threat, or, uh, seasoning.

So, on my skin, I’m getting both a dark dinosaur habitat sort of foundation, and then also “bloodlust” lurching through, with perhaps also the indolic effluvia associated with an abattoir, and I am using fancy words to dance around how gnarly this is. I do not like the slaughterhouse accord. Somehow, who could have guessed, I do not like it. I don't get much leather in the drydown, but in my experience, my skin just eats leather notes, I never get them. The "habitat" base is not very Me, but I actually do enjoy it a little? I already had essential oils of half the notes; I’m down with a lot of them in theory. It’s mostly the oud, the black pepper, and the juniper tar that lend such a menacing tone, I think. It's kind of stony and green, but a very dark and trampled green; it reassures me that I could try more oud and be okay, probably.

And of course, The Funk of Kings is in there—a patchouli that may be as harsh and peppery as the one I got at the beginning of Coco Mademoiselle. Between the stay-funkt patchouli and the immortal oud, I never had a chance of washing this off. (In fairness to me, I tried it twice and I did ride out the second wear.) If you're going to try this, buckle up and commit to it. Tyrannosaurus Rex is the Fuck Around and Find Out of perfume, and I'm not sure who actually wears it for the sake of wearing it. Maybe that suits an extinct animal, on some level: it's stored in your fragrance collection to be exhibited now and then, a marvel of creation, but not given life very often on the skin. You know what would happen if you did—you saw the end of Jurassic Park, and this perfume did too.

Perfume discussion masterpost

#uh jurassic park spoilers I guess #perfume #perfume discussion #perfume: zoologist #gifs #note: oud #note: rose #note: indole

[kotalefanzu]

Pitch Pearl ATUS AU - Part 4

shout out to my homie, @dopefestsuit who commented that they were waiting for part four.

last where we left off, Sam and Tucker realize they have powers. they realize that if they have powers too then they should be able to reopen the portal. after coming up with a plan, they seek out their classmates.

"Are you ready to get Danny back?"

the second time they enter the portal, they kind of know where they are going. it was easier when they had Danny. he had drawn them maps and explained it in detail, but map doesn't compare to a guide. it becomes obvious when they waltz right into Phantom's throne room.

he was talking to one of his officials when he sees them. he merely laughs. it's infuriating. his guards surround them, but he calls them off. he'll hand it.

"After all, this meeting is personal, isn't it?"

while they are fighting him, star sneaks off with one of the map copies and follows it to where Danny's room is. when she gets there it's empty. however before she can panic, she hears a voice call out to her from the window.

"Star? What are you doing here?"

she quickly tells him that they managed to reopen the portal after Sam and Tucker turned out to have lingering powers from the circlets, but they got caught by Phantom and they are fighting him and they need to go now. Danny grabs her by the hand and rushes to the throne room to go help.

when they arrive, everyone other than Phantom is showing signs of fatigue. he cackles. "Ahahaha! This is so adorable!" He is cut off from his monologue by Danny shooting him in the back with an ectoblast. Phantom whirls around, enraged, but when he sees it's Danny, it turns into betrayal.

“Are you really choosing these weaklings over me? It’s obvious who is going to win. I thought you were smarter than this, Starlight, I really did.”

He shoots him again. "My name is Danny."

the fight picks back up again. Phantom is a brilliant fighter, the best, but even he can't handle an onslaught of attacks coming from every side, especially with the risk of hitting his Starlight is he haphazardly fires back in the same direction. he decides to remove the hazard and go for Danny head on. however he is thrown back into a wall by two unfamiliar auras. it's the humans he abducted. if he had known they would have manifested powers, he would been a less dramatic when choosing a lure.

"This is getting old Starlight."

Danny realizes that Phantom is getting annoyed which means he isn’t going to keep trying to preserve the castle or avoid Danny anymore. he needs to end this now. Dora’s words come back into his mind and he gets an idea.

“HOLD HIM DOWN LONG ENOUGH FOR ME. I HAVE A PLAN!”

they fall back into the same strategy they used before when taking down Sam and Tucker. redirect his attention and get him down. they managed to hold him for a few seconds but its enough time for Danny to get a direct shot at his crown and pick it up.

Phantom just laughs at him. “Oh, Starlight! Do you really think you can you just wear that crown. if you Don't have the strength you’ll go mad and die.” Danny sneers at him. “I rather die than be with you.”

he places the crown up his head the pain is blinding and the energy filling his veins makes him want to rip his skin off. the crown is overwhelming and it does kill him. just not all the way. just enough for the ghost energy to properly circulate. just enough to form a core along side his heart. just enough to become new king. Phantom's mocking laughter fades into fear and distressed cries of disbelief.

“STARLIGHT, YOU CAN'T! I AM KING! STARLIGHT, IF YOU KNOW WHAT/S GOOD FOR YOU WILL RETURN THAT CROWN NOW OR I’LL KILL EVERYONE ON YOUR STUPID PLANET! STOP BEING SUCH AN INSUFFERABLE BRAT. YOU'RE SO SELFISH YOU CAN'T EVEN APPRECIATE EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR YOU!”

he lunges at Danny and the crown but is stopped by an shot to the core and crumbles. a great king turned into a mad tyrant into a blubbering mess. its over. he won’t be causing anymore trouble.

Danny leans down to the fading corpse of Phantom and stares at the enraged expression on his face before shutting his eyes and taking a glowing green ring from the pieces of jewelry decorating his fingers. he slips it on and waits for his body to adapt to it before turning to his classmates and telling them its time to go home. nobody has said anything since Phantom started shouting. there is nothing to say anyways.

it takes a week for school to go back to normal. Danny did eventually have to deal with the consequences of becoming king and put an end to the ghosts harassing the humans. they could never seal the natural portals, but they don’t need to anymore. Danny’s ghost friends have been aiding him along with ruling and while the ghosts are still unhappy with a partially human king, they have all admitted to themselves it was time for a change. Phantom was a mad tyrant, slowly becoming more and more like the mad king he liberated them from.

things are not the same anymore. things have changed. but this time its a good change.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #pitch pearl au #pitch pearl #dark phantom #atus au #part 4 #i literally kept forgetting to post this lol #thank you for reminding me

[sonia-kate]

Dagded sus (theory for upcoming episodes)

Ok, so it's rather weird that Ohgers already had 3 of Dagded's jesters eliminated but he doesn't seem to give a shit

I mean, of course, he doesn't give a damn about their lives, but he still should give a damn about losing, right? Meanwhile he doesn't. Hell, when he came back after being killed, he rather seemed to be excited, as in "things just got interesting" kinda thing

Letting Minnogan go fight in person might have been because when he's defeated, he just spawns another Dagded, so he might have not been concerned with that one, but still he seems to be falling behind

Or is he?

We could think that he's just dumb villain, but writing in King-Ohger has been phenomenal so far and even when we thought that Racules or Deznarak did something stupid, it would then turn out to be part of their plan, which leads me to believe that Dagded is too calm for someone without a plan

So of course he must have one! Maybe Kamejim was the one who came up with it, I don't know, he seems like that type, but they still most likely have a plan

But what could it be? So far, in the recent episodes we've seen basicly just Ohgers flexing more and more power ups of theirs

Does Dugded just want them to step up their game for them to be "worthy opponents" so when he freezes them they'd be such a good addition to his collection?

Probably, but I think there's still more to it. After all, he needs the power to fight them back enough so he can freeze the planet, but he's been losing people in recent episodes

If only he had some other servants he could exploit, some that would have more power than just one fancy gimmick, but rather more destructive fire power instead

If only he could turn Ohgers' power against them and at the same time weaken their team...

Oh, wait

He can control Gira and all the Shugods

Gira and King-Ohger wrecking havoc? Nah... still not that

Gira, with the power granted to him by King's Proof, with Crown upgrade and with the power upgrade that Yanma unlocked in OhgerCaliburs and all the Shugods? (And maybe they'll unlock even more in upcoming episodes, who knows) Yup, that's more like it

What's more, we've seen the Jesters passing their power between each other, like in the Battle of N'kosopa when or after Dagded's death when they empowered Minnogan

Maybe, Dagded is purposefully gets rid of his generals, so he can take back the power he once gave them, so he can just pump more of it into Gira once the time to possess him comes

On top of that, I think that Racules mentioning that King-Ohger ZERO can't be controlled by Dagded because it was man-made, was just a foreshadowing of what's to come. After all, if Gira takes King-Ohger, then the kings would need a mecha to defeat it... That's where King-Ohger ZERO comes back into action (restored by Yanma and his crew)

Ok, but ZERO was wrecked by Extreme King-Ohger. What now? That's right. That's where Tarantula Abyss comes into action, to prove it wasn't a mere toy showcase, but that it's actually relevant to the plot and necessary to win

Of course, now that OhgerCaliburs have a power to kill immortals, so fighting Gira with those will actually pose a threat to his life this time, so of course, everything will be very dramatic and the show will rip our hearts out by forcing Gira and others to fight each other

Neither us nor them want Gira dead, though, so of course, they'll most likely try to restrain him, but as we saw in recent episode (45), Gira can just summon Kuwagon to fly into everyone, so that wouldn't hold him for long, I'm afraid

He could possibly be frozen by Rita and Kaguragi until it's okay for him to return. Another possibility is that part of the team (most likely Racules, to hurt us more) will keep fighting possessed Gira until the rest will defeat Dagded, releasing Gira from the mind control

Also, I saw this on twitter

#kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #super sentai #gira hastie #gira husty #racules hastie #racles husty #racles hastie #racules husty #theory #speculation #they'll rip my heart out i can feel it #drama upcoming #dagded dujardin #dugded dujardin #dig dug

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Intertwined and Worlds Apart

Note: This is probably going to be a series. Alien x human to be specific, a little different from my usual hero x villain. Doesn't mean I'll stop doing hxv though!

TW: Blood, some gore, dismemberment, death mentioned, gross fantasy monster is described, weapon usage, violence (i swear it's not too horrible)

When Human had first joined the Intergalactic Crew, they were everyone's new favourite topic of conversation.

It wasn't about them being a different species; the teams prided themselves on harbouring a vast and diverse array of species. But none, not even the most powerful of said species even had half the formidable reputation that humans did. They were the stuff of legends, defying limits the others had deemed inevitably unbreakable and turning what most saw as a literal hellscape into their home.

So naturally, when one arrived, most, if not all of the Station's inhabitants were itching to get a good look at them.

Supposedly, Human was tall and well-muscled for their species, in spite of their somewhat overall slender frame. Some of the aliens were easily taller and much larger, but that only served to increase both the fear and awe factors. If this being, with a measly total of four appendages, that wasn't the biggest around and had a significant lack of a tail, quills or any logical defense mechanism was still capable of dealing out all that damage, then they were truly a force to be reckoned with.

Strangely enough, Human's allure quickly faded, revealing what most of the crew considered a rather lacklustre image. They completed the basic training, and they all soon got used to their ability to consume poisons everyday for breakfast. Something they called "coffee" that they claimed to "be a zombie without." Whatever a zombie was.

The human was fairly quiet and kept to themselves, never speaking unless addressed, rapidly earning them the reputation of a snob. They were expecting some kind of mythical hero, something to do justice to the epic tales woven about Earth's fearsome inhabitants. Ironically, no one was interested in Human anymore.

No one except Alien.

Their colleagues and friends would continuously make light-hearted jabs about Alien being infatuated with Human, but they'd just wave them off. They certainly were intrigued by the foreigner, but they honestly didn't know if they felt anything more than that for them. Love amongst aliens, specifically the romantic kind, although not non-existant, was somewhat a rarity. Marriage was usually for convenience, whether to start a family, (as in the case of Alien's parents), a union between two races or just marriage for the sake of it. It explained why they lasted longer, and if the relationships came to an end it was usually respectful and clean-cut.

But Alien had heard that with humans, it was a whole different story. Love for them had a powerful, iron-like grip only attributed to a force of nature. It started wars, it ended them. It pushed people into trance-like states of madness. It was a lot like fire, beautiful and mesmerizing, but also destructive and untamable when allowed to be out of control.

Their curiosity had finally overcame their shy nature, and they decided to go talk to Human about a week ago. They'd been told that they were just a snob, but that's exactly how Alien was labelled before others discovered that they were just an introvert by nature, and it had taken them years to make friends. Maybe Human was like that too.

Their heart hammered in their chest so rapidly, they thought their heartstrings would get ripped apart from the effort. They were grateful that their clothes covered the stripes along their arms that changed colour based on their mood. They didn't need Human to know that they were scared out of their wits.

"Hi. It was Human, right?"

The human looked up from their food, seemingly a little taken aback. They cleared their throat, "Yes, I'm Human. Is there something required of me?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. Not about anything in particular." They bit their lip nervously.

"Oh." Human shifted in their seat, fidgeting with the straps of their dark hoodie.

"It's okay if you're not interested." Alien's voice is laced with just the tiniest bit of disappointment.

"Wait! It's just that no one here was ever interested in talking to me after the first two weeks. I seem to have disappointed them somehow."

Alien whipped around, gesturing to the bench in front of the table Human was sitting behind, and the newest Crew member nodded their approval. They sit down, surveying the human with an almost inquisitive gaze. "Do you like it here?"

Taking small sips from their drink, the human shrugs. "I mean, I like being in space, I'm passionate about my job. Maybe it's not ideal that everyone thinks I'm too haughty to talk to them, but I'm used to it. It's a lot like that on Earth too. I don't fit the basic "cute" description of an introvert."

Alien's teal eyes widened, a little confused by Human's statement which earned them a light laugh from their companion. For some reason, they decided that they rather liked the soft, musical sound.

They gesture to their figure. "I know this might not be a big deal here, but on Earth, this is considered intimidating enough. And this doesn't help either." They traced one, long finger along a jagged, pink scar drawn across their left cheekbone.

"I do not think it is scary," Alien stated rather bluntly. Always honest about everything was how their friends would describe them.

"Do you?"Human laughed again, but it was much softer and shorter than the first time.

"Yes I do?" Did Human not think they were being sincere?

Human did not laugh this time, instead choosing to let the corner of their lip twitch up. A smile. They had been told it was horrendously scary, but instead it just looked nice? Even when their sharp fangs were bared, it didn't look at all predatorial.

"That was a rhetorical question. Meaning a question you don't expect an answer to. It's just sort of there for effect. Ugh, I'm crap at articulating my thoughts into words," they groaned, taking their head into their hands.

"I apologise." Alien's clothes come to their rescue once again hiding their stripes that they were sure were glowing a bold, embarrassed crimson.

"It's fine. Culture gap between species. I'm sure I've got a lot to learn too."

Human and Alien conversed almost everyday when they got the chance. Alien grew to find that the human had one too many things in common with them; introversion, a love of astronomy and a sweet tooth just to name a few.

But in the process, Alien keeps experiencing a set of strange, nonsensical symptoms, especially when they were around Human. A racing heartbeat, a fluttery feeling in their digestive tract, a warm flush through their body and the strange sensation that they're in a trance, Human being the only thing that wasn't foggy in their mind.

"There is nothing wrong with you," the medic reassured. "Physiologically. Your vitals are fine and you appear to be in excellent health. There is, however, a rise in neurotransmitter levels. It could just be stress. If so, then try your best to calm down. If the symptoms persist, then it may be time to ask the Captain for a few days off maybe?"

The alien thanks the doctor, but they're not exactly sure they're stressed. What they do know is that they catch themselves thinking of Human unprompted. Was all this some sort of bizarre side-effect of being in contact with a human for one lunar rotation? They'd never know. . .

Speaking of Human, the foreigner taps them lightly on the shoulder. "Hey!" they chirp with a smile. They hand them a small, glossy, royal blue box with a sliver lid and a matching blue ribbon.

"Go on, open it!"

Inspecting it carefully, Alien slowly slides the lid off with their long, slender fingers. Inside, there is a hard sort of mineral with a smooth surface in all the colours of the galaxy, striking shades of blue, violet, pink, turquoise and even black all woven together on one stone in a sparkling array of beauty, much like a painting on a canvas. The mineral hung on a polished metal chain.

"It's for you to wear around your neck. It's a geode from Earth. Mineral formation. Oh, and happy birthday! I don't know if you celebrate in your culture, but us humans do. I hope this isn't too presumptuous."

"How did you know about the day I was born?" Alien's voice is barely above a whisper, too surprised to be able to speak clearly.

The human shrugs. "I asked the Captain. Is this offending you?"

"No! Quite the opposite. Thank you, Human. This is beautiful. I promise to take wonderful care of it." Alien's heartbeat accelerates dramatically, and their whole world seems to have come to a halt. How is Human so effortlessly thoughtful? They'd known Alien for such a short time and were already keen on finding out about their birthday and getting them a gift. Whatever they feel for Human just keeps getting more intense.

*

There were no alarms sounding or a rumbling of the ground or any warnings of the like. The Silent Wraith hadn't gotten its infamous nickname without reason. So no one knew it was among them until deafening screams filled the Station, and the once pristine floors were slick with blood.

"Everyone, cover your mouth, nose and skin if you breathe through it and evacuate! The Wraith produces deadly gas and can easily rip the strongest of you to shreds," the Captain yelled over the alarmed screeching.

The monster, with its many, many limbs and horrendous-looking maw, stacked with rows upon rows of sharp, yellowing fangs, now covered in blood attacks without mercy, creeping up on its unfortunate victim and leaving them nothing but a mess of bloodied flesh, scales, wings and bones. It thrashes around with its tail, covered in sharp spikes that released the toxin into the air, choking some of the Crew members.

They all try to flee from it. All except for Human.

"Human! Have you lost your mind? The Silent Wraith is no laughing matter!" Alien cries, voice breaking with desperation.

"You wanted to know where all those legends about my kind came from? Well, let me show you!"

The alien's desperate pleas fall on deaf ears. Human completely ignores them and saunters forward. They pick up a long chain from their locker and jump atop one of the tables and use it as a makeshift springboard to throw themselves off of and they successfully land on top of the creature's back. They wrap the chain around its neck, puling hard, obviously straining with the effort.

It seems to work, until the chain snaps around the creature's neck. The human lets out a stream of profanities as the creature throws them onto the ground. They pull out a knife and try their hardest to jab it into the beast's thick hide near its chest but to no avail. It's too fast. It scratches Human's shoulder with its metre-long sharp claws, making them hiss in pain.

Alien, no matter how terrified they are right now, can't just leave Human like that for dead. They rush forward, paying no regard to the warnings screamed at them by others. They attempt to distract the Wraith, to divert their attention away from the human and to try and use one of the quills rolled up in their back to attack the creature. But instead, the beast sinks its fangs into the alien's leg viciously.

It burns like fire and acid mixed into one to deal out a harrowing sensation of absolute torture climbing up Alien's leg. They can barely move themselves away from the creature as they cry out in pain.

If Human was wild a few moments prior, currently they are feral.

They scream, running up to the beast and swiftly tear one of its fangs straight out of its mouth. They use it as a makeshift blade, stabbing it into its hide so many times, they lose count. The creature in turn mars the human with its own attacks; riddling their body with scratches and burns and trying to gas them.

None of that deters the human. Fueled by some kind of ferocious rage, they ruthlessly attack the beast, finally tearing off its tail with its own fang.

The Silent Wraith was dead at the hands of a single human.

"Human? How did you do that?' Alien asks weakly.

"It hurt you. That's all I could think of. The rest was hysterical strength. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's only my leg that's been hurt."

When everyone else shuffles back in, seeing the Wraith's corpse and dismembered tail and the human's bloodied hands, all they feel is a mixture of fear and awe.

Alien, on the other hand, is in a completely different world. Seeing Human with blood streaked across their cheekbones and jawline, their short, raven hair mussed up, clothes ripped to shreds, exposing battered skin, but also the human's taut muscles knocks the air out of the alien's lungs, but not in a bad way. The most entrancing of all is that fierce, passionate look in their stormy grey eyes. Human, in their disheveled state, has never been as alluring as they are now.

Gingerly, Human scoops them up, holding them against their chest. Alien's now completely exposed arm stripes glow a bold magenta, a colour they'd never seen before on their body.

And they are certain, more than ever in their life that they are in love with Human, their heart alight with the bright flames that this ultimately consuming feeling brought.

Notes: I am going to be honest. I am exhausted. This is not edited because I finished it late at night and I still have homework to do. Also, I apologise for the horrendously written fight scene you had to bear through. Sorry for not posting for so long, I blame high school. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed reading this ridiculously long fic. Love you guys! 💙💙

#snippet #super long prompt #alien x human #alien/human #fantasci tumblr #romance #writers on tumblr #female writers #a little gremlin's writing #sorry guys I'm just tireddddd #so I apologise for any weird experiences #angst #fluff

[lunargrapejuice]

Fic Rec: https://www.tumblr.com/kaeffeinee/714268979420708864/h

Headcanons:

When he's too exhausted to braid his hair before bed Diluc wakes up in the morning with an absolutely unruly, tangled rat's nest of hair and every morning that happens he's basically stuck in his room for at least an hour brushing it out. He wishes he could have the nerve to just take the hairbrush and rip through it to get it sorted in 20 minutes or less, but he's sensitive to his hair being pulled and doesn't want to cause himself any undue pain. Plus, pulling his hair is your job 😏

Diluc smells like barbecued fruit. It's sweet but with a touch of char.

I think he gets sentimental sometimes and likes to look through old scrapbooks and family photo albums to see his dad playing with him and Kaeya when they were kids. He longs for those days.

Diluc would be a... complicated father. He'd be kind, of course, but how are you supposed to tell your kids that their father is essentially Mondstadt's Batman??? He'd try so hard to follow in his own father's footsteps; praising and training your children in all the ways of life and combat to make sure they can stay safe, should he ever fall himself, and making a point to keep his children as close to him as possible.

He'd relish at the thought of hearing little footsteps running through the dawn winery, but he'd also be scared to raise a child. He knows what lies in the darker parts of the world. He's quite sure he could protect his family from it, but what if he couldn't? What if he's wrong? He's hesitant to discuss a future he wants oh so badly, but with some reassurance to calm his anxieties, he's more than happy to raise some brats alongside you should you want them yourself.

Diluc feeds cats outside of his winery. He personally makes sure they always have some fresh fish/chicken/meat/eggs and clean water. Not only are they great pest control, but he can't help but absolutely adorable. He'll put on a macho façade if anyone asks about them, saying they're only for pest control, but somehow you can't help but wonder if he allows them to stay around for other reasons, especially when you come downstairs after a bath on a rainy night and find him sitting in front of the fire with a mother and her kittens all cuddled up in the warmth of his lap and purring their fuzzy little hearts out.

Diluc is absolutely a man who loves to cuddle. He won't be bold enough to ask for it often, and normally, he doesn't need to. All he does is hold out his arms with the expectation you'll fall right into him, and you do. He's so warm, and the muscle of his arms from wielding his claymore so often provides an irreplicably sturdy barrier from the cruelty of the outside world. The only downside is getting up in the morning. On days when Diluc doesn't need to wake up early, he likely won't let you go any time before at least noon. You're confined to the bed with him and stuck in his arms. Hungry? He'll summon Adelinde. Thirsty? The same. Sleepy? You're already in bed. You have work to do? It can wait. He'll only let you go if you need to use the bathroom, but even then, he's expecting you to come right back to bed for more snuggle time as soon as you're done.

If you don't have a cryo or hydro vision, hot summer nights are absolute HELL with this man. He's always running hot and loves to cuddle. The summer heat and his furnace of a body pressed right up against you has made some nights so unbearable that you've had to resort to sleeping on the couch in your shared bedroom. He's always rather saddened by it, but he understands why. He's sweating quite a bit from the heat as well.

When Diluc first starts catching feelings for you, he tries to brush it off as simply enjoying the presence of a friend, but the stutter in his voice, the tightness in his chest, and the red adorning his cheeks and ears when he sees you make those feelings hard to ignore. It's especially difficult by the time Kaeya catches on and uses every trick in the book to shove the two of you together. He'll even go as far as to enlist the help of Klee, Jean, and as many other Knights as it takes to get Diluc to come out of his shell for you. Kaeya also teases Diluc a great deal whenever he goes to drink at Angel's Share. He laughs up a storm whenever he sees Diluc's ears turn red every time he mentions your name. Diluc occasionally swaps out his wineglass for one filled with grape juice in revenge.

i know ive been hoarding this for myself for a while now hehe but im literally sobbing over him today & wanted to finally share MARSH PLEASE IVE BEEN JUST REREADING THIS SINCE YOU SENT IT I LOVE HIM & I ADORE YOU SO MUCH 😭💖🥺💖💖💖 thank you for sharing these with me🥺💖💗

#crying over dad!luv everyday of my life #why is he perfect #& not real 😭 #garden-variety-skeleton #diluc #🌙asks

[staringatsleep]

Musings

I have so many things to say

But I don't know how to say any of them.

At least, I'll try.

I.

How things have moved along

and yet, not changed at all

I remain here, writing

half-baked, single draft

discordant poetry for an audience of none

an audience I'm not even sure I want to grow

an audience I'm not even sure I want to

read, try to dissect

any of what I say

who knows? maybe

a few of those old friends

from high school might read this

pity me, maybe

be ashamed of ever knowing me?

Possibly.

Even though I do not know

Even though it's inadvisable

I'll continue, as

I've never been good at

being principled, self-disciplined.

II.

You make me crazy.

I think I am crazy, actually.

It's just that our government

doesn't have the resources, or drive

to help me adequately

or even make the process accessible.

You tell me I seem 'chill'

if only you knew how

painfully manufactured that was.

I think they call it 'masking'?

Regardless,

You're now yet another

mishandled relationship in my life

Another obsession I let run wild

And now the only thing

good from all of this mad year

Is going to fall through my fingers.

III.

I thought it was normal

To have as much love to give as I do

Now I know it as

hyperfixation

obsession

one that distance seems the only cure to.

But what if I need to see you

every damn working day of the week?

You're unavoidable

in fact,

you keep inviting me over

for whatever goddamn reason.

I can't believe you can stand my presence.

IV.

I am a predator.

my internalised homophobia is very real

and very hungry.

It feeds when I fall for my friends.

You trust me, think I'm safe

because I don't see you like men do.

But I'm an imposter,

a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I stare at the hole in

the back of that button down

you use as pyjamas

I can't help but

catch glimpses of your face

in the student office

those clingy long sleeves you wear

make you look incredible

I'm a filthy fucking liar

to pretend to be your friend

allow you to feel vulnerable

when I want what I do.

If I could stop myself from liking girls

I'd take it in an instant,

rip my heart and lungs out

hand you over my

dripping circulatory system

sacrifice a part of me

to get a chance at normal.

I'm not a homophobe

I don't think it's wrong

but all it's caused me is

pain and

unbearable suffering.

In this moment,

I'd rather be a loveless shell

than the monster I am today.

V.

Why can you stand me?

I've never been good at

the social thing

I've always been oblivious,

inattentive,

bad at reading between the lines.

You wanting to hang out with me

must be a sign you like me.

I keep taking drugs with you

hoping it'll smooth things out

or make me brave enough to say the truth.

Instead, I'm always left in

another room.

It's almost like

you know.

You laugh at me

even though what I say is

contrived, tailor-made

to suit what I think you'll want to hear.

You hug me every time we part

I wish you wouldn't,

it's paralysing

If I squeeze too tight I

think about how small you are

how monsterous I am.

VI.

How can you be so nice?

Your compassion emanates

from your every word,

every action

The cleaning ladies gush after you,

Everybody knows your name.

You make beautiful art

You write so eloquently

You always know what to say.

You're so beautiful

in every sense of that word.

I can't turn away

I'm sorry that I stayed.

VII.

Am I doomed to sacrifice

everyone I've ever loved?

I lose interest

in people who I've forged relationships with

relationships hewn from rock and iron

tempered in fire

sharpened in blood

it matters not to me.

These people have real feelings

but I'll cleave them in two

shirk my responsibilities

for a chance of being with you.

I don't even know what I'd do, if I got it.

I'd probably know you

like the back of my hand

discover your flaws, idiosyncrasies

Travel far and wide.

Then, I'd

meet someone slightly more interesting

spend more time with them

and you'd stop mattering completely.

#poetry #spilled ink #rant #thoughts #spilled thoughts #unrequited love #sapphic #sapphic yearning

[ofcapers]

– i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy .

( sophie thatcher / cis woman / she/her / caper ) did you just see LILITH “LILI” MADDOX walking through the halls? they’re a TWENTY TWO year-old THIRD YEAR PSYCHOLOGY student from SAG HARBOR, NY. rumour has it they’ve been a member of praeditus since they were in their SECOND YEAR. i’ve heard they have a tendency to be IRREVERENT and VOLATILE, but ADVENTUROUS and WITTY, too. well, anyway, you’ll know if you spot LILI again because they always seem to remind me of AN EMPTY NEST AND A BROKEN WING, RED WINE SPLATTERED ON PRISTINE SHEETS, SPARKS FROM A FIRE DANCING IN THE AIR & YESTERDAY’S MASCARA BECOMING TODAY’S EYELINER. just like the rest of us, they have something to hide.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 . 

full name:  lilith jade maddox . meaning: ghost / night monster . precious stone . nickname(s): lili , lils . age: twenty-two . date of birth: tba . zodiac: cancer sun , tba moon , tba rising . hometown: sag harbor , ny . gender: cis woman . pronouns: she / her . orientation: bisexual . relationship status: single . education: third year psychology major . occupation: ur local dealer . living arrangements: lives on campus so "her aunt can keep a better eye on her" .

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𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 . 

a red stain blooming upon white sheets, damsels can become the distress, icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, drowning your struggles in whiskey bubbles, the last pomegranate seeds, happy little pills, making shapes with sparklers in the dark, always a few steps ahead as though being chased by ghosts, sweet bourbon runs through your veins, all those who wander can never be lost, the shift of the temperature as a storm approaches, an eternal crossroads and you chose the wrong path .

faceclaim: sophie thatcher . hair: long , dark hair . slight curl to her hair, which only adds to the Messy, Grungey, Textured Look™️ that she swears she isn’t going for. it’s typically left loose, until she gets annoyed with it and throws it up in some half assed messy ponytail. two braids if you're being spoiled . eye colour: blue . height: 5’6 . style: her & her aunt often butt heads at the way lili presents herself. " it's a reflection on your family and on me! " as if that would make her care at all. they have reached a very interesting compromise. she leans into the dark acadameia style, but her skirts are short & her tights are ripped. she's a mess but she's sexy abt it and makeup: dark eye shadows, black liner smudged around her eyes. she doesn’t often wear lipstick ( does make exceptions but they're rare ) and would die before wearing lip gloss. the best you will get day-to-day is a tinted lip balm. think clinique black honey. signature scent: cherry, but not the artificially sweet cherry syrup/candy notes. more of a bitter cherry. specifically lost cherry bc tom ford bc she Does have money even if she doesn't always act v classy usual expression: resting bitch face ; a smirk rather than a genuine smile ; rolls her eyes without even trying to hide that she’s doing it .  

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 . 

label: jerk with a heart of gold . lili kind of sucks. she's got her guard up, she pushes people away, she's selfish. lots of bad things on the surface. deep down, however, she's not a bad person. she just does a lot of bad things. the few that can slip past lili's defences have a loyal friend for life. the desire to find out what happened to professor dupont, even if it means tolerating buckthorn, despite claiming she doesn't care, etc tv tropes: anti-hero, dark-haired aloof girl, the bratty teenage daughter, the rebellious spirit, lady swears-a-lot, good bad girl, deadpan snarker, wildcard, hard drinking party girl, mood swinger . positive traits: brave , adventurous, decisive , witty , resourceful , assertive , spontaneous , protean , adroit , direct , observant . negative traits: abrasive , reckless , bad-mannered , bitter , disrespectful , freewheeling , aloof , fickle , irreverent , cynical , argumentative , moody , irresponsible , destructive . mbti: enfp . alignment: chaotic neutral .

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𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 . 

christopher maddox had always been the black sheep of his family. every night was another reckless adventure, and each morning another hangover laced with regret. a direct contradiction to his hardworking, straight-laced sister – the dean. real “she’s everything, he’s just ken” vibes. but if ken was a raging dickhead

chris met rebecca on one of his benders. a one night stand turned into a friends with benefits situation. they were just as bad as each other, giving in to every impulse, and encouraging the other to take what was already a bad decision even further. 

the apple didn’t fall far from the tree with their daughter lili. she was an unplanned child, her parents not even bothering to hide their disappointment. with pregnancy came sobriety, for rebecca at least. chris would continue to stay out until late. coming home smelling like liquor, if he came home at all. 

despite being checked out of the family before it had even started, chris got down on one knee when rebecca was six months pregnant. a courthouse wedding just so they could say they were married. 

when lili was born, she was pretty much immediately shoved on her aunt for babysitting. a bender disguised as a honeymoon seemingly more important. 

unfortunately for everyone involved,, they Did come back to collect her eventually. 

growing up, lili quickly learned her parents were not as strict as the other peers’. she could get away with a lot more than the other kids. apathy or intoxication; whatever the reason, she didn’t question it. sneaking out for parties, sneaking people in – it was all too easy to get away with. 

the label of ‘wild child’ came naturally. 

lbr this is probably a cry for attention. she won’t admit it!! as she got older, she started to hang out with a “bad crowd”. her actions getting more and more reckless, skipping school, drinking & smoking more. this will get fleshed out soon soz 

she was sent to meraviglia (and her aunt) as punishment, hoping it would straighten her out. something, unfortunately, not happening. she plays the part well enough to keep the dean off her back, but it's amazing how much you can sneak under the nose of a woman with a million jobs.

her relationship with professor dupont is a tricky one. she finds it amusing to watch him go head to head with the dean, but that’s still her aunt. he knows her secret, but he didn’t tell. every time the professor pushed lili, it was a flip of a coin as to whether she’d take his advice or argue with him. 

she had never asked to be a part of praeditus. didn’t want to be there, and she knew they didn’t really want her there, either. they wanted the dean’s goddaughter but they didn’t want lili. 

navigating the group now that dupont is gone? it’s tricky to say the least. it was easy to pretend the apathy was all she felt when he was alive, but now he’s gone and she can’t cling to that aloofness. he’s not inserting himself into lili’s life anymore, but she can’t let it go. 

though her godmother seems content turning a blind eye, lili has made it her mission to find out what happened. even if that means dragging buckthorn along for the ride.

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#praeditus.intro #🧨 ― musings . ╱ says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm ; says it was poison

[warsofasoiaf]

Who said they’re owed your viewership? And isn’t it a little bit early to make statements regarding Rhaenyra’s character and/or arc? I don’t really see the issue with Rhaenyra beginning the series as a relatively normal girl, who eventually slides into moral decay - I seem to remember that was the direction Fire and Blood went with her character as well.

You said that deciding not to watch the show because of Beinoff and Weiss's incompetence was doing myself a disservice. Isn't that saying that I'm either prejudging them unfairly or that I am actively detracting from my enjoyment, either way owing the show a chance to change my mind by watching their pilot episode rather than expect demonstrated learning from their past mistakes before I take the plunge? And again, they're not demonstrating any of this - I already don't like the source material and nothing they've given demonstrates to me that they're going to change it in ways that I would find better. I've already written multiple times how I'd improve this particular story. The first (making it a lower decks series about good people in service to bad kings) they're not doing, given the casting, and the second (making the characters regress over the course of the story to symbolize how war consumes) is one that if they're doing, they're going to do poorly, if what I've heard is any indication.

There is no problem with Rhaenyra starting the series as normal, but that's not her character. Rhaenyra doesn't eventually slide into moral decay, she's actively selfish before her teenage years are out. Remember, she's the one actively pushing the lie that her bastard children are trueborn with inheritance rights, and using her relationship with Daddy Viserys to demand that anyone who disagrees have their tongues ripped out. This is well before the Dance of the Dragons - by the time the war starts Rhaenyra has already regressed into a thoroughly awful human being. What worries me is that given this new motivation, these things will be retroactively justified as brutal but necessary when they clearly aren't. This isn't "the human heart at war with itself," this is "I'm the Chosen One so I can do whatever I want and you plebs have to eat it."

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

#rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon