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writings-ofthe-heart · 4 months

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JUST FINISHED BES, GOING CRAZY JUMPING ON THE WALLS‼️‼️‼️‼️

I'll post my thoughts on it here ummm its gonna be very long sorr🤦🏽‍♀️

HUGE BES SPOILERS YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

Ok first of all can we talk about the ART???? THE STYLE?????? OH MY GOODNESS ITS SO BEAUTIFUL IT REALLY REMINDS ME OF THE OLD JAPANESE ART AND COMIC BOOK STYLE TOGETHER?!! i love the uprising of stylized animation its so nice and good

ok second, THE CHARACTERS?? I love how they really kept everything consistent, taigena character development is 🥰🤌 mwah beautiful, akemi i lub her badass attitude honestly its rlly good at showing every part of japan in the edo period the brutal honesty of how women lived back then is amazing, omg speaking about akemi, madame kaji and her girls‼️‼️ so lovely i hope we see them in season 2 omg the purple girl when she got fucking killed i was so sad omfg my poor girl dude honestly and pf course imma make one big paragraph abit Mizu

ok mizu i think omfg omfg let me just say SHE'S LITERALLY THE MAN LIKE MIZU THE WOMAN YOU ARE😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 i could not get enough of her, her voice??? her face??? her personality??? flawless😍🥰 the character development is precious omfg the way she was such a cold stone killer in the first episode and you could see her heart thawing while still keeping that revenge and anger alive??? AMAZING omfg props to the writers because they did so well. i really cant wait to see more about her backstory, ESPECIALLY ALL THE PLOT TWISTS IN THE LAST EPISODE???? WDYM HER MOM ISNT HER MOM???????? also im so curious about Violet? cuz she killed him but... honestly.... i saw someone theorize that it was her mom that was white and not her dad because in my head it makes sense i dont think the white father would be so hateful for mizu?? if the white parent was the mom then it makes sense for the dad to be ashamed of her,,,,,,, maybe its just me and violet is a man not a woman, idk i cant wait to see what happens in that storyline

the animation is so smooth its so satisfying and the colors??? the backgrounds of each frame is so detailed and wonderful???? oh mt goodness if i could pause it every frame juat to admire the art (and mizu) i would 100% god omfg

I just cant wait for season 2

ALSO THE LAST SCENE WHERE MIZU JUST WENT??? TO LONDON?? NOW EVERYONE THINKS SHE'S DEAD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 she looked soooooo good tho so I'm not complaining....

also there's def gonna be a triangle between taigen , takoyashi and akemi bro, like theres no way there wont be

tbh.... im kinda #teamtako because he's a cutie... maybe ill write for him.... idk Hes so cutie patootie like his little stammer is 🤌 u dont see it often and he's royaalty? great character designs

ringo i love you my favorite boy i hope he will be well

ok thats all

#bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #nelly--speaks #writers on tumblr #blue eye samurai #ringo blue eye samurai #bes ringo #taigen #taigen bes #akemi blue eye samurai #akemi bes

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orgablorga · 5 months

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Hey! Mama of a very creative 11 year old girl! She wanted me to put her characters online in hopes of inspiring an artist or two! I told her to not hold her breath, but we both agree it's worth asking! Even if no one bites, she'd love some questions!

Welcome to New Hades, a chaotic, crime-ridden city of crime families and fire. Godhood is impossible, but becoming a New Hades Legend is a close second. Here are a few.

Freddy No Nose: A sadist through and through, this skeletal robot is a veritable terminator with weapon augmentations all over his body, hidden...and glaringly obvious. Tactics be damned! This guy wants to scare and hurt people. A rare breed of sadist, this skull-faced bot with eyes burning red will even sacrifice money if it means he can shed blood or oil. His bomber jacket is fire tho B)

Viole/n/t: The youngest Legend of New Hades at 17, Violet Mendes is a small, frail girl with white hair caused by a rare genetic disease that does give her electric powers, but makes them slowly consume her. She is currently housed in a high security prison for numerous computer crimes. Some call her Robin Hood, given her habits of hacking rich folks dry and giving poor people a very pleasant surprise.

Scales: Some people are just born unlucky. Hans Bank is one of them. What do you get when you combine gigantism, super strength, a bioweapon that causes the skin to become scaly, hard, and sharp teeth to grow? You get one of the top paid fighters in the Erebus Crime Family. It's said that they haven't even bothered to come up with a plan for "when" he's beaten.

Whisper: Age: Unknown. Race: Unknown. Gender: Unknown. What is known about this hooded figure that introduces themself with a metal wire to your throat? Seeing them and dying are about identical. 151,300 people die every day, a surprising amount to the same shadow of a person. (Note: The word "person" is our best guess, their species is also debatable.)

Ronnie Sharp: Money can't buy happiness. You know what it can buy? Everything else. There's a price tag on all creation, it's all pocket change to this man-shark beast of a mafia don. A skinny, short, diseased runt of his brothers, Ronnie is a spiteful, wretched, fervid demon of a shark. But it hardly matters when anyone who calls him out on this is quickly shown how cheap their life is.

Pearly White: Years ago, Mayor Zeus Chandler fiddled with a little underground super soldier experiment. He had his scientists put together a serum that makes psychotic, devoid of empathy, astonishingly clever super soldiers with strength and a healing factor to boot. But as it turns out, kidnapping homeless people and torturing them into psychopathy, then giving them superpowers is a bit of a lousy idea. The pale skin and red lips caused by the serum is what gave The Clowns their name, and if you've met one, you've met them all. Pearly is just their leader.

Harold Finley: Ah, a classic if ever I've seen one. You know those RoboCop street punks? The unrealistically mean ones? Yea, them. Those guys would run screaming if they met Johnny. What does he look like? Good question! Ask the people who've seen him. I'll take you to the cemetery. Hope you're a necromancer.

Nyx: Reading file...pros: passion, literally magic charisma, encyclopedic knowledge of explosives. cons: passion, literally magic charisma, encyclopedic knowledge of explosives. Is this leather-clad, half-shaved, blindfolded lunatic your friend? That's a coinflip if ever I've seen one. Yes, even for her. Heads? Best buds, she'll never let you down. Tails? The Devil shivers.

Simon Shady: The Ministry of Shadows seldom sends out one of their own killers, but when they do, Simon is another word for death. This man is literally made of magical shadows, complete with a noir detective getup. He always kills his target within 7 days of them hearing his name. Each, day, the target loses something they love. More than once, he hasn't even had to finish the job himself.

Gabe Golden. A bear. A literal bipedal bear. In a suit, with golden hands. Actual solid gold hands. Number 1 boxer, huge crime boss. An actual bear with golden hands in a suit. :P

#art #oc art #my ocs #mama bear #trending #original character #writing #trendingnow #creative writing #popular #foryou #home #artists on tumblr #writing prompt #blorbo #worldbuilding #greek mythology

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fkevin073 · 5 months

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I kept wondering what would have happened if Rhaenyra Targaryen actually managed to have Laenor's kids and realized that it didn't really matter.

The rumor was enough. People wanted to discredit Rhaenyra, so they made up any rumor they could. In the show, it was true but in the books, it was a lot more ambiguous. But again, it didn't matter.

hmm. I'm not too sure I agree tbh, at least in show universe. Like don't get me wrong, I think Otto would have worked to usurp her bc he's a slimy jerk, but the legitimacy of Rhaenyra's kids do matter. There's a lot of arguments to be made that Jace, Luke and Joff are legitimate as they are because Laenor adopted them pretty much, but their appearances are important.

I think the decision the show made to make them so blatantly not Laenor's kids kind of shows Rhaenyra's lack of political insight? Don't get me wrong, the interest in her sex life is very sexist, but the reality remains that bloodlines and legitimacy matters very much in Westeros. Jace being so clearly born out of wedlock would always make his kingship and standing insecure. Even if such things don't matter to Rhaenyra, she's already on weaker standing because of her gender; having 'legitimate' kids matters to the rest of Westeros.

I'd also argue that in the books it's pretty obvious the kids are Harwin's, though mildly less so. But yeah, idk Rhaenyra having kids that look absolutely nothing like her husband was just not a smart move politically in my opinion, and I think it definitely did a lot of work to help others feel wary about her political acumen.

Also just from Alicent's perspective - rhaenyra's kids being so blatantly un-Targaryen would always prompt insecurities and comparisons between them and her own kids. It's a lot more likely that Rhaenyra would feel more compelled to kill Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, etc, to protect her own kids when it became clear that the realm would look to them as the more 'legitimate' option because of their silver hair and violet eyes. Do I think Rhaenyra was looking to kill her half-siblings? No. But I do think at some point she would have been convinced to get there through paranoia alone, especially by Daemon.

It's very complicated tho, because while I love her and acknowledge her faults, I'm also mildly aware that even if she'd done everything 'right', people still wouldn't have wanted her to be Queen. But yeah, her and Harwin having kids, as much as I love them together.... not a bright move at all.

#ask

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trickstarbrave · 6 months

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i will never turn down the chance to make nerevar sad

based on my idea from yesterday, which was inspired by shamat and riiju-lei from @mulberrycafe. dragonborn reincarnation of voryn dagoth out in the world, though so far it's really nerevar centric........ maybe that will change maybe not. (the db's name will be seryn tho i did actually name him)

Nerevar approached the statue of Azura cautiously, anxiety bubbling away in him the moment the ordinators told him the Lady of Twilight was summoning him.

He’d walked so long as Nerevar he became Nerevar in body as well, fully assuming his identity as chimer king once more. “A gift” Azura called it the last time he spoke with her and he held his tongue.

It was more of a curse as far as he was concerned.

Was it not enough that he lost everything? Assumed the role of Nerevar to slay Dagoth Ur? Then he was tasked with bringing back worship of the Good Daedra, taking control of the temple, never to return to the life he lived before he was arrested and shipped off to Morrowind. Now he couldn’t even wear this incarnation’s face and his dunmeri skin, all the while he silently mourned all he lost as Nerevar as well.

He had no friends or spouse after all. Closest thing he had was the wizard Divayth Fyr but well…. Time had warped the Telvanni mage as it does all things. He got harsher, cared less for people around him, more insular as he retreated into his studies. Nerevar didn’t really enjoy his company much anymore given he was only really interested in studying corprus or how his skin changed back to chimeri gold.

But there was no use complaining about it, especially not to Azura. The dunmer needed him, as she said, and he was the only one who could lead them. All he could hope for was that in a few centuries he could disappear quietly like Vivec did and die in peace.

“Ah, my champion.” Her voice was loving and overjoyed, as Nerevar found himself cloaked in violet light the moment he blinked, the statue now seemingly coming to life.

“You summoned me, Lady Azura?” He smiled back, willing the feeling of love to bubble away in his heart rather than despair and anxiety. Hopefully what she tasked him with now would be something simple, or even better--she’d tell him he did enough as leader of the dunmer and could finally leave to die alone somewhere quietly.

“Indeed,” She began, “It’s important news, one you should hear from me directly.” He waited with baited breath, unable to guess what she needed to tell him. There were too many options after all, and as kind as she could be when she played favorites, she was still a daedric prince one needed to show caution with.

“The sharmat’s reincarnation walks the earth again.” All of the blood in Nerevar’s veins froze in an instance.

“... What…?” Dagoth Ur was back? But Nerevar cut him off from the heart! Red Mountain erupted, burying the thing in rock once again!

“He doesn’t yet walk as Dagoth Ur.” Azura clarified. “But he carries with him Voryn Dagoth’s soul, in hope of redemption.” Azura continued, though it still didn’t settle well with Nerevar.

“You know what must be done.” Azura warned him now, stroking his hair affectionately. Nerevar in turn stared up at her in confusion.

“What must be done…?” She wasn’t asking him to kill someone just by virtue of being Dagoth Ur’s reincarnation, could she? Of the Three she was mercy, not senseless violence.

She then smiled even more lovingly, despite all the worry and pain on Nerevar’s face.

“I know what you must be thinking, and no, I am not asking you to kill him.” Azura stroked his cheek now. “His soul wants redemption, Hortator. See to it he does not fall to the heart’s influence again, and the two of you can make up for the past.” She then kissed his forehead. “This is my gift to you.”

And then he was in the temple room once more, empty with just a statue looking at him and a heavy feeling in his chest.

In the days that followed he thought over the conversation he had with Azura, trying to make sense of it with all he knew. Voryn’s reincarnation was alive and walking Nirn just like Nerevar did. Nerevar needed to see to it that he didn’t fall to the heart of Lorkhan’s influence once again and mantled Dagoth Ur to repeat all the strife and disease that the sharmat brought. And make up for the past….

It took several weeks, but Nerevar believed he finally understood what she was saying.

In the past, in his first lifetime, Nerevar was… Well, he was a good king, but not necessarily a good friend or spouse. He was headstrong, pushed until he got what he wanted, determined to a fault. At times he could even be quite cruel and ruthless, as that came with the territory of having to protect your position as king when someone came from as low of a background as he did. He kept secrets, lied, cheated, stole, whatever he could to get the throne.

For most of his life that he knew Voryn Dagoth, he considered Voryn his closest friend. More than that, he considered Voryn the love of his life, though he never had the nerve to pursue him. So many nights they stayed up late drinking, and he told Voryn so many secrets he’d never tell another soul. So many nights he spilled his heart to Voryn, being vulnerable with him, seeking comfort, everything except confessing the full extent of his feelings.

And Nerevar, fool that he was, thought on some level Voryn felt the same way. Maybe not that he romantically loved Nerevar in return--that was asking for too much--but he thought that, at the very least, Voryn considered him a friend. That the nights they shared secrets, Voryn was being just as vulnerable as Nerevar, confessing things to him and him alone. That when he greeted Nerevar with a warm smile, that spark in his eyes was genuine and true.

In hindsight that was rather foolish of Nerevar, but if he was anything it was a fool. Voryn was known for being secretive, lying, and manipulative. He cared about his house and his house alone. Why would Nerevar be an exception? The only difference Nerevar had from anyone else was that he was easier for Voryn to manipulate; all he had to do was act the part of a kind and loyal friend and Nerevar would unthinkingly spill all of his secrets and hopes and dreams. He helped Nerevar become king because it was advantageous for House Dagoth and nothing more. Only his ‘friendship’ with Nerevar got him more than he bargained for.

At times, Nerevar had to make deals and negotiations that weren’t advantageous to House Dagoth, because as king he couldn’t play favorites. Voryn had assured him there were no hard feelings, but resentment continued to bubble away inside him as he was giving more than he was getting out of their friendship. Then Voryn’s brother, Gilvoth, threatened Nerevar at a party and Nerevar had to make a big show out of it to keep his power. He had to threaten him and Voryn. He had to seriously contemplate what sort of punishment to give the older mer, if he should cut off Gilvoth’s hands and fine House Dagoth. Nerevar didn’t want to necessarily; Gilvoth had only threatened him because he believed Nerevar was taking advantage of Voryn and said as much, and as angry as it made Nerevar he couldn’t shake that what Gilvoth said was true. Voryn, however, assured Nerevar he was loyal to Nerevar and Nerevar alone and nothing the other could do could possibly be taking advantage of him. It was likely just a ploy to get him to go easy on his brother, but it worked. He let Gilvoth off with an exile of a few years, purposefully not looking into it afterwards to see if House Dagoth was secretly helping him out or not when he should have been suffering alone and fighting to survive.

And when they found the heart, all the lies were exposed. Voryn betrayed him, using the tools when Nerevar warned him not to. He was at least semi-lucid, no matter how mad with power he had become. And Nerevar, idiot that he was, thought that confessing his love for Voryn might bring him back. Might convince him to put the tools down and return to his side. That Nerevar had no intention of leaving him to rot, but that he trusted Voryn with the tools more than anyone because he trusted his heart with the other just the same.

And Voryn, no longer needing to use kind words and play along with Nerevar’s foolish selfishness, laughed loudly.

“You love me?” Voryn nearly choked on his laughter. “I’m surprised a man like you even thinks himself capable of love!” Nerevar’s heart stopped hearing that, crumbling in on itself as he felt cold and hollow despite the heat of the heart chamber around him. “As if I ever wanted your heart. As if I ever wanted that disgusting thing you call ‘love’.” Another sharp pain went through Nerevar’s chest like he was being stabbed. “Did you think of me as a lovesick fool? Did you believe I would rush to your side and beg for forgiveness if you offered me your heart?” Guilt hit him next as he tried in vain to swallow the lump in his throat.

“You are the fool here, Nerevar. A stupid, almost pitiful fool. As though using me for centuries and then leaving me here to rot wasn’t enough, you genuinely thought I would want the disgusting affection you offer me?” Nerevar opened his mouth to retort, but no sound came out beyond a broken sob at the cutting words. “The only thing you can offer me of value here is your death.”

Again, hindsight made it clear just how stupid of a decision it was to make. Why would offering his heart to Voryn make any difference? Voryn ‘betrayed’ Nerevar only because he was tired of being used and abused by him. Tired of playing along with his foolish plans and suffering the consequences. Even though using the heart was a fatal mistake that would eventually warp him into the monster known as Dagoth Ur, he had initially done it to protect his house. A house that fell alongside Voryn, scattered from persecution and having to give up their identity just to escape with their lives. In honor of Voryn he tried to spread the history of the sixth house so they could be mourned properly, but descendants were slow to come forward, terrified of the bigotry and violence they would face.

Azura told him of this reincarnation for a reason. Nerevar can’t truly undo all the harm he caused Voryn in the past, but he might be able to make right by him this time around. He could ensure he didn’t fall to the temptation of the heart all over again. And he could make sure Voryn was safe and well protected this time around without selfishly shoving his feelings onto him like he did in the past. Nerevar was doomed to his fate, but Voryn didn’t have to be.

Nerevar could make things right. He will make things right.

He had to.

“Are you certain it will work?” Nerevar questioned, holding the mask of Dagoth Ur once more. Powerful magic was cast on it, various seals stuck to it to keep the influence contained.

“Yes yes,” Divayth Fyr rolled his eyes, “I am positive.” He scoffed at the very notion it would fail. “More certain than even the potion I gave you could resolve your little corprus problem.” Nerevar’s eyebrow twitched at that, but he held his tongue. “I’ve done so much work with corprus I understand Dagoth Ur’s magical essence very well. The ritual will banish him and free any incarnation from the heart’s influence.”

He had been working on this frankly monumental task with Divayth for several years now, and it was a relief it was finally done. He resisted the urge to run his hands across the golden mask that looked so much like Voryn’s face, trying to bury the romantic feelings deep into the pit of oblivion that had made its home in his heart.

“Though I must warn you,” Divayth began with a sigh, “Given how long Voryn’s soul has been warped by the heart and taken in by Dagoth Ur, it will likely banish him as well.”

“What do you mean by that?” Nerevar question with a raised eyebrow. “You said the incarnation would be safe.”

“The reincarnation will be safe, yes.” Divayth clarified. “He will continue living on as whatever identity and life he made himself out to be.” He looked away briefly, not meeting Nerevar’s eyes. “But all of Voryn’s memories will likely be banished with Dagoth Ur’s influence all the same.” A heavy feeling settled in Nerevar’s stomach, as his grip on the mask tightened. “The man you knew as Voryn Dagoth will be gone with Dagoth Ur.”

“... That’s… Probably for the best.” Nerevar admitted with a sigh, tucking the mask away into his bag.

“Hortator,” Divayth began, but Nerevar interrupted him.

“My goal was to ensure Dagoth Ur doesn’t return.” He continued. “Making sure corprus doesn’t spread anymore takes top priority, as I’m sure you understand.” The mage’s mouth formed a firm, straight line. “And if the price is just the reincarnation’s past life memories… Well, that is relatively cheap, all things considered.”

“But Voryn was your good friend.”

“Was.” Nerevar clarified. “Voryn Dagoth has been dead for thousands of years.” It was the truth, however much it hurt him. “Voryn deserves a peaceful rest. All of the bad memories will fade, and the incarnation won’t even need to mourn losing any good ones. He’ll be free of the past, able to start with a clean slate.”

Gods know Nerevar wished he had been given that chance. That he didn’t have to become Nerevar entirely. What could the dunmer Nerevarine have accomplished if he was free? Able to travel and see the world? Able to leave the past that was haunting him behind him?

“... At least promise me this will be a last resort for you.”

“But Dagoth Ur--”

“Azura said the incarnation didn’t walk as Dagoth Ur yet, didn’t she?” Divayth countered. “The ritual might be very painful and difficult for him. It will force him to confront Dagoth Ur, and even though it will give him the tools needed to push him away, it will still hurt him.” Nerevar couldn’t argue with that logic. As much as he wanted to free the reincarnation, he didn’t want to hurt him either. “Only use it if you must.”

“... Fine.” Nerevar sighed, turning to leave with a levitation potion in hand. “Only as a last resort.”

#nerevar #nerevoryn #voryn dagoth #my writing #this is a rough draft #i just like making nerevar sad #seryn dragonborn

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spacedlexi · 5 months

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hey same anon from yesterday!

first off, good luck with your assignments, Killin myself out here too.

And thanks for the advice! I’m trying to make it canonical while in a modern au, so since this was a mainly S1 part of the series, Clem’s parents + Lee’s wife nonsense still happens, just navigated differently. Different dates obviously happen, some characters are less prominent and others are more (i.e St. John’s useless, or Larry + Lee’s family roles/created)

For the personalities, some characters are just easier to write I think. I’ll never understand the Violet southerner thing, a telltale sight for me is if someone messes that up. (Also basically every story has Minerva as a total asshole so that’s funny)

I tried to implement game lines too, while putting it in modern context! And the end of the day you’re right, it is MY choice, just want to have it look nice. Again, thanks and good luck!

using lines ripped from the game can definitely be helpful, especially if it feels natural in the scene, i would just be careful in not leaning on it too much. adding a twist to it definitely helps. but really try to pay attention to the cadence with which characters speak. theres a rhythm to Everything. do they stutter when theyre nervous? do they use a lot of filler words? do they hesitate at all or do they speak confidently? do they enunciate? stuff like that. if you can figure that out it makes it easier to write dialogue that really feels like its coming from that character. think about the different ways multiple characters may express the same idea. how does it get filtered through their heads and mouths. its less about What the character is saying and more How theyre saying it. believability and all that. to me it feels like pulling off a magic trick

it really is just a delicate balance of behavior and vocabulary. its why i try to cut a lot of slack to writers when it comes to fic. i know its a hard line to walk, and i'll give points for getting Enough right. especially for characters we dont see much of. thats why even tho it annoys me a bit i understand why so many people write minnie as being a possessive asshole and not much else. its why i end up going down the rabbit hole trying to figure out who she was before the delta. like we Know she was a different person, we just dont know much about that person, and the experience/thought process that she had that turned her from the "didnt even like killing walkers" never mind the darkness minnie into the minnie that killed her sister. i find her to be a really interesting character because its obvious she still cares about the ericson group in some fucked up way (sans clem she just sees her as an obstacle to getting them back) and i Do wish that depth was examined more in fics. but maybe im just not reading the right ones

ANYWAY i hope this has all been helpful and good luck with your writing 💕

#when it comes to southern vi i just kinda 🙄 my eyes now and look past it #ive seen it so much at this point im becoming numb to it lol (still dont understand why it happens tho)#i had to stop reading clemvi fic for a while because the way people were writing them #i felt like i was teleported back to 2014 reading johndave fic 💀 i wish i was kidding it was giving me psychic damage. like where am i #incognito #replies with lexi #twdg

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need1etail · 2 years

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I'm the Sleek anon: I'm glad to hear it and excited to read it, then! 😊 I was mostly just surprised, because nobody seems uneasy around Sleek except Violet, and all I keep thinking is "Dawn is...right there...not saying anything or giving off any hint she's wary around her daughter" 😂 I get a mother's love can make them want to forgive a lot of things, but...idk! I was also a itty bitty disappointed by Dawn's (and some of the other cats') reasoning for not going back sooner, since she essentially abandoned her kits as lost causes? :( I felt it was OOC, even if she thought they were now safe in RiverClan? since she was so overprotective of them to risk giving them to RiverClan, not to mention her canon self and how she reacts to Flame's death, I feel she would've done anything for them, including risking death to go back (or even join RiverClan to be with them), and she would show more wariness or discomfort around Sleek, as would the other cats who witnessed Sleek repeatedly help Dark kill cats willingly

Yeeaah I getchu. Once again, Dawnpelt's reaction to her daughter will all be shown in Needle's Light <3 trust me she is Angry at Sleekwhisker, and this will be shown in the next few books. After all, Sleekwhisker did try to kill her and her kits.

For the reason Dawnpelt stayed away so long, that group of cats is SMALL and they needed a leader, and most, if not all, of them thought that Darktail took over the Clans. They kind of just hunkered down hoping for a rescue team to come along and find them, unsure if they really wanted to return to the lake to find out all their kin was dead djebdhx. Plus, a lot of these cats have trauma surrounding the lake and it's not easy for them to return after everything Darktail put them through. Trauma is going to be a BIG factor in these books and the reason behind certain cats' motivation lol.

Still tho, expect these questions to be answered very soon :)!

#ask #anon

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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c3x20 a slice of death

I love this episode already. I've worked in family owned diners with rivalries, I love stories about italian new yorkers & I've definitely seen goncharov (tho that also had russian mafia).

Poor alexis, that is humiliating! This is so sad! Who has a live band playing? She's 17 cool. She was 15 in s1e1 & she's 17 near the end of s3. Cool

I love all the nicks & their names this is the life. It reminds me of that steven universe episode with the fry shop & pizza shop.

Not super funny, either of you. Nick Jr. Uh, authentic, not terrific. I love the new york pizza scene & how everyone knows who is whom but it's so confusing & I loved this episode so much when I first watched it

Oh but I kept her number! I don't think there's going to be a second date. So new york. So italian. This Is The Best Episode Ever. Exactly! Who wrote this episode??? It is amazing!

Maybe they did get it from a medical school, you don't know beckett!

They used the same audio already. I mean it's not a big deal.

Costumes: Rick: brown coat (gasp browncoat?) & violet/blue shirt Ryan: tbh he looks like he did in s1 a bit. idk why. So what looks like an aviator jacket, nice dark brown, leather looking, has the fuzz in the hood/collar, no lapels, dark brown tie, actually a good brown, & a plaid-type dress shirt (purple, maybe another shade of purple idk, probs black & white in there too, maybe grey & blue & pink... idk I'm not good with this... I think it's brown actually) Espt: Leather jacket & normal collared shirt underneath. It's like, safari style almost. Collared so it is fancy enough for work, but the put-together of the blocks is odd. Beckett: Detective coat. (double breasted light grey trench coat looking thing)

Castle: We should talk to the other Nicks. Ryan: He's right. Pizza is serious business in this town. (Remember that mafia family who used the pizza shop as a front but then became legitimate bc the pizza was so good?) Beckett: Ok you can talk to them. Ryan: wait; Me? no; why? (why is he upset at this...? I'm also rly sad castle didn't go with him)

Pottery kiln? Like Joy from the The Cat Who series! She made red ceramics & when I say she MADE red ceramics...

RM: I heard you found a body in the oven at terrific nick's KB: Authentic nick's RM: OH THANK GOD, the wife loves terrific nick's lmao full bodied flavour (btw yes I do indeed love his jacket)

Castle that's a heck of a leap & the audio reflecting the mood XD Gordon BURNS??? b'y the pic would have also been melted.

Oh. Poor man. Hugs to him. Oh not the pizza wars XD.

Terrific, authentic, & otherwise.

Sounds like u'r talking from experience espt. Did you survive firefights with gangbangers & then got killed doing a speeding ticket? & then came back to life to join homicide so u could investigat ur own death?

Nice handkerchief, murdoch vibes. KB: U ok? RC: Yeah no yeah... I wonder if he ever did that with alexis, had her colouring while he was signing books. Espt had that much information thrown at him in that short amount of time he was gone? Poor ryan, exiled to work talking to all the other nicks, & then exiled again to work computer stuff Wrong nick bro XD I thought he meant nick jr.

Hold the extra cheese wasn't funny.

Oh def steal the oven. Ah yes italian new york mobster money laundering in a pizza place? So the captions are willing to put nada in the captions here but put "speaking spanish" last episode when esposito said it? Seriously? Seriously?? You couldn't write "nada"? Like at this point it's a loanword & everyone knows what it means, but even so you should still write down everything that is said. Not translated, not "speaking [language]" but the actual words.

Like how he says "luds" for L.U.D.s I love his fake little accent he does "i'll kill ye"

True. You can't threaten to kill someone, it is not covered in free speech. It's the fat isn't it.

You can find out where things are from a phone call on a cell? That's sus af.

Tips the concierge even tho u'r not really here. Love it. Rick speedreading moments. Who would write nicely like that & then spend an entire page of notebook on two lines of writing? RC: *sees a cool new app* KB: no RC: Fine but you don't get to play my angry birds! Ok that was the funny one, the only funny one. I wonder if they had pizza!

Still do! (he's literally an author)

So WHEN were u in a relationship? fate <3 (except he withheld the information abt the story he was working on for a reason, if you've seen it before like me u can see why.)

Ryan with the financials! How big are new york blocks?

Woah a nice transition! Cool!

Nice heck yeah party crasher!

Woah language but martha is right. She's totally allowed to swear in this situation. It's like the kitchen. No swears at my catholic school unless you were working an event with the culinary program & physically in the kitchen. RC: Bitch! *realizes what he said & covers mouth*

Aw cyberbullying...

RC: Where's beckett? KR: Uh, Hall of Records. Tracking down what Burns was looking for. (Pink shirt : ) & also a vest, he looks pretty) RC: Great. *hands Beckett's coffee to Ryan* (we know time that ryan & esposito stole castle & beckett's coffee & then switched after one sip that ryan like beckett flavoured coffee & espt likes castle flavoured coffee) RC: Listen, if I gave you a website, could you have your friends at Tech hack into it and take some pictures down? (bribing ryan & not his friends at tech?) KR, taking the paper from castle with a little smile: Did someone find naked pictures of you again? (HOLD ON WHAT? & HAS RICK ASKED RYAN TO DO THIS BEFORE?) KR: *unfolds paper with a lighthearted little smile at castle's antics* RC: No. Not me. It's Alexis. KR: *stops* KR: *thinking someone posted castle's daughter's nudes & now castle is asking him to take them down* KR: *looks up at him with fear in his eyes* (also bc she is 17 her pics would technically be CP & this would be a bigger issue so maybe that's what ryan was thinking. He was thinking they needed to take this to Vice or smth.) RC: This is for Alexis KR: *eyes searching* KR: Uh, this just got awkward. What's this about? (his voice suddenly got hella squeaky) RC: Okay. Mean girl at school kiss ambushed Alexis's boyfriend (ryan nods & makes faces in sympathetic outrage) then posted the photographic proof on her website. Alexis is very upset. KR: Mmm. I-- I could have my friend Tony take care of it. You know, off the record. (Love a good "tony") RC: Thanks. And, uh, no need to mention this to Beckett. You know how she gets with these things (Castle and Ryan smile & start to laugh & go to sip their coffees. Beckett appears and grabs her cup from Ryan.) KB: Things like abusing police resources for your own personal agenda? RC: Whaat? That's ridi-- No, you don-- No. That's-- that's--- (Castle gives Ryan the OK sign as he follows Beckett to her desk. Ryan slips the slip of paper into his vest meaning he's still willing to help out rick & his daughter even w/o the coffee bribery) Yes yes yes castle yes ryan this is an abuse of power but that is so valid & I think it's funny & great & I love it Ryan, trying to act casual after this little thing: Yep?

Espt has a denim-looking dress shirt on what & then beckett has a nice green scarf & longsleeve

Yo the guy's alive??

Ooh I love a good noire film but why say noowahr instead of nwar. RC: I haven't heard the story... Oh... that sucks.. he couldn't even crawl over to hold her. That's got to be traumatic.

Neat, learning abt history. Cool. So Ryan was in narcotics back in '03, he went into homicide in '06 maybe, & then three years later (I might be mixing this up with Ike Thornton's (fake) death tho) as mentioned in I think that very episode, castle shows up: '09. 03 narco, 09 castle shows up & there is a mention of "three years ago" so, 06 ike dies ryan goes into homicide. idk I'm just trying to get a timeline. Anyway, I always love it when they bring back character's pasts before we knew them. & during this Ryan is also fidgeting with his file, point for the adhd ryan headcanon.

Castle never specified HOW to flip it so he could follow the movements. Glad he said to slow it down tho. Is the man left handed?

Alexis got into a fight? Good for her. Oh no castle & ryan & tony got alexis in trouble : ( but also XD Heck yeah girl! Tho yeah rick you're right violence is not the answer "& then one of you ends up dead in a pizza oven" & then he quotes beckett & hugs her. RC: Did u kick her ass? AC: I kind of did RC: Good girl. Good. Even when he tells her retaliation is not the way, he still lets her know.

Bro teenagers ARE criminal masterminds. High school bullies are NOT some dumb-as-bricks doorknob who beats you & but can't chew gum & walk at the same time, they really can be evil geniuses.

Costumes: Castle & beckett are normal, tho I don't like beckett's shirt. Esposito is wearing a boring not-fancy long-sleeve with jeans & ryan is wearing a typical dark blue dress shirt & dress pants, no tie this time, nice grey coat. Really fancy coat too. I like it.

How can you tell someone dialed the numbers for a call but never hit send...? Unless it was already on the phone & they didn't get erased for some reason. Mine closes every time I switch apps.

Esposito, breakin down the doors! Music is great rn! The boys just run out the window

Oh so she IS in with the drug dealers.

She's good. She's really good. I'm speaking from the perspective of having seen this before. It's obvious that he CANNOT be cavallo pretending to be his own right-hand-one. Poor R+E, out of breath from the chase So she DID know those names when castle asked her the first time!

OH MY GOODNESS HOLY CRAP THAT'S A LOT OF FIGHTING & POOR RYAN IN THE MIDDLE TRYING TO GET THEM TO STOP

Castle u really just went back on what u & beckett put ur money on? Whose tab? Whose tab did they put it on? What? Winner winner pizza dinner & wow that's a lot of smack.

He's a pizza man! He would never disrespect his oven like that! It is SO not his speed castle! Oh so you wanted to burn down authentic nick's? Girl if you can call him then that's helping!

See like this is what got my eyes on ryan in the first place, his movements are so weird, like he's walking too big for his body. Oh & again unassuming middleman is dumb

Is she limping? why is she in homicide? I thought she was in narco. also I can't use my question mark button on tumblr anymore for some reason & so it reloaded the page & got rid of a mini fanfictioin I wrote & I am fucking upset. I had added some notes to my liveblog. What the hell tumblr^/ why won't you let me use a proper question mark^/ at least my french é&É still work. Ηοwever, my greek keyboard does not.

Ok sweetheart, just Don't Use Easy-to-Catch Names Calls ryan & esposito the best detectives. Ooh une femme fatale

Love the music & oh no please don't be nick's pizza Oh thank goodness it's stephano's So mature of Alexis OH THAT IS A GOOD LOOKING PIZZA

& it seems like all the bonus features are deleted scenes which I have seen. Yuck tho I don't need to see this.

#castle 3x20 #castle 3x20 spoilers #castle 3x20 quote #the pizza episode

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so i noticed you have eridan as your icon... bro i have to ask if you have any blood color hcs for the phantom thieves + akechi lol

you have forced my hand, anon.

more info stuff below the cut

ok so uh. i added mishima, shiho, and hifumi bc like. i wanted twelve <3

it wouldve been easy to go along w their birthdays but thats sort of a disservice to their characters and what would fit them best,,, esp. considering akechi is a gemini and well. yanno. cant help being a gemini!! but i think being candy while pretending to be a teal is just. too hard to pass up.

also im not a fan of purples sorry :C (their music always f/cks tho)

so w/out further ado

Akira

Rust

Derse

Daggerkind

Thief of Heart

just a general rusty. people take him seriously though, despite everything.

Ryuji

Bronze

Derse

Bludgeonkind

Thief of Breath

don't let this line-up fool you. for being a bronze he is shit at communicating with animals. up to and including akira's lusus.

Ann

Olive

Prospit

Whipkind

Thief of Rage

should probably be derse but i liked the prospit sign better lol. the only, like, unbreakable/unchanging quadrant in this thing i can see is Ann/Shiho being moirails.

Yusuke

Indigo

Prospit

Katanakind

Thief of Space

you and i both know he would probably almost fuck up the session by selling the matriorb for paint and forgetting to grab the right frogs to breed.

Makoto

Teal

Prospit

Knucklekind

Thief of Time

tired of everyone's bs. 100%. she manages to set yusuke back on the right track. she's also very obsessed with the Njiima legacy sort of like Terezi and the Pyropes.

Futaba

Gold

Derse

idk eye lasers. she'd probably hit someone with a wii remote

Thief of Light

she would game the system soooo hard dude. she would probably advance the session into like. endgame in like an hour if akechi wasn't such a little sh/t.

Haru

Fuchsia

Prospit

Axe-Tridentkind

Thief of Life

definitely a benevolent fuchsia. but not towards akechi.

Akechi

Candy red Teal

Prospit

Lightsaberkind

Thief Prince of Mind

he's only in this session in order to enact his 108-step plan to kill akira. having a flush-pitch vacillation on him was not the intention. knowing he's lower on the spectrum than akira literally drives him up a wall.

also he would probably pretend to ascend to a prince and then turns out. nope. no he's just a thief same as everyone else.

Sumire

Violet

Prospit

Ribbonkind

Thief of Well. i think Tumblr Mobile Took me Out of the Tag for this one.

she is sort of going through the kasumi thing but. not to the same extent. she mostly has her sh/t together by the start of the session.

Mishima

Rust

Prospit

Hammerkind

Thief of Hope

why couldn't you have put the bunny . back in the box.

Shiho

Jade

Derse

Ballkind (shoots a volleyball. right at your head.)

Thief of Void

wanted a life outside of the caverns, so she took up volleyball. it's just volleyball on alternia. volleyball is love. volleyball is life.

Hifumi

Cerulean

Derse

Shurikenkind

Thief of Doom

pay no attention to the third eye.

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2dboysrsuperiors · 3 years

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Guys i need to talk about the manhwa "What it means to be you"

There's so much things to say about it.

First, let's start with how beautiful Violet is, she is so precious and deserves to be protected at all cost

Winter might be a jerk but he's hot goddamn it

Ok, now let's talk about Winter. This dude is a jerk, can't deny this fact.

But we can't say that he had an easy life. He has been through a lot, has been abandoned by his biological mother, been a slave, been adopted but his adoptive parents only see him as a source of income. But he strives so much for affection that he doesn't even mind. And that's what so sad.

He also has an inferiority complex, since Violet comes from royalty, he feels inferior to her due to his commoner background.

That's why he works so much to make sure that Violet will always have everything she needs.

His intentions are actually good when we think about it. But he's impulsive, rude, proud and lacks communication, so that leads to huge misunderstandings with Violet.

Ofc i'm not saying it justifies all his actions, he's still an asshole sometimes buuuut i can still understand where he's coming from.

That's the first time i'm analyzing so much the ml's character.

Can you guys see the difference when they exchange bodies??

I actually prefer when they switch bodies hahaha

He's softer and she's more impulsive, it's good to see.

It's kinda sad that he had to be in her body to understand her pain, how people treat her and how unhappy she can be. Well technically he still doesn't know that part because THEY DON'T COMMUNICATE FOR GOD SAKE

The fact that she tried to kill herself twice already is so saddddd.

After everything she been through i can understand that. Being neglected by her husband, by her family, by everyone.

The problem is that they both have assumptions about each other but they are not willing to sit and have a proper talk.

I want her to confide him about her attempts of suicide, her pain and her worries.

I want him to open to her too and talk about his past and all his fears.

The fact that they can be pretty cute together tho

Don't expect lovey dovey romance, it thought i would be more frustrated and angry because i heard that a lot of people dropped it because of the ml. He does frustrates me ofc, but i'm not totally mad at him.

I guess it's going to be a slowburn, i think it's interesting. With this kind of personality you can't expect him to change over a night just because he switched bodies with his wife once. It just gives more room for some character developement and i can't wait for it!!!!

#what it means to be you #Manhwa #Novel #Psychological #Fantasy #Historical #Josei #Romance

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dallonm-archive · 3 years

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july writing update

Hi friends! This writing update is me pretending I did Camp Nano and didn't kinda give up a week in! I had a proper goal and everything, but a lot of things got in the way that I'm not gonna talk about here because I already ranted about it in another update I'm drafting rn. Lets just say it's Disability Pride Month and being not neurotypical or able bodied in writing communities and their inherent focus on productivity is Hard.

But I did get some writing done and wanted to do a little Camp wrap up post regardless. And I'm doing it now because I'm cancelling the last week of July for some rest/self care and I do not want to think about writing for that time and if I write a tumblr post about July Nano being over my brain will think it's actually over <3 I will probably do updates like these for most months tho! Depends on how much I write lol! This one is not too long (by my standards) and has some Revelations, Revelations, Life Cycle of Massive Stars, Nocturne for the Holy and a new wip idea 👁️

excerpts under the cut!

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I'm also editing this in to say I only just realised that July is my writeblr birthday month and that is very weird to me! A year and a couple days ago I impulsively turned an old blog into a place to document writing for me and ended up meeting people who now mean the world to me and my writing blossoming in a way I never thought it would. And the funny part is it doesn't feel like it's been a year, ever since I joined it's just felt like life has Always been this way and I cannot fathom that it hasn't. I'm sappy bc it's 4am lol but ultimately the friends I made (you know who you are) and the community I found is what retaught me the value of writing and helped me unlearn toxic ideas and whilst the last year was tough I wish I could tell July 2020 Dallon (who did not realise he was Dallon yet </3) what July 2021 would look like.

revelations, revelations ;

Oh the absolute state of affairs with this book rn. Nothing bad but I don't know when I'm gonna update y'all because sometimes I do not know where to start when talking about this wip lol! Currently on a break with it (but also my thesis work is on late 20th century queer lit/history rn so am ever really free of RR? <3) but had a lot of fun with it at the end of June/start of July. Anyway here's Dorothy finally revealing more of herself to me after a year. Dorothy as a character is like, I truly believe she is capable of killing a man but the story she is in just does not allow that so I am trying to grow her unhinged side a little bit in other ways bc I know she has it in her but I also really cannot deal with the plot repercussions of her actually killing a man! I'm sorry Dotty but this'll have to do!

(cw for groping/a man being creepy as hell, death/funeral mention, drug mention, drowning imagery kinda)

There’s too much to tell Felix. That his sister lives on the fringe of Castro and has attended three funerals since September; that it’s January 11th and she’s already attended one this year. That his sister drives through sunsets and imagines parties: the amber dusk, warm mosaic tiles, platters of Greek salad skewers and shrimp tostadas, and sometimes Jolie joins her and they share a blunt on the hill. That his sister bought an aquamarine body-length dress for six bucks in a thrift store sale bin, so when her and Jolie broke up for the second time, she waltzed into a sunset party, locked arms with a CEO’s son and gave him a fake number and plucked strawberries out of champagne and blended so well nobody noticed when she left. That during the summer of ’83, his sister walked a neighbour’s Golden Retriever on Wednesdays, and on the sixth Wednesday he gave her a wad of tens with one hand and palmed the back of her neck with the other, so she walked his dog to the beach and stole another hundred from his wallet. That his sister bombed an interview for a Nursing school and didn’t get home until night and missed their monthly call, and Jolie heard the phone ring and didn’t take a message, so his sister snuck into the CEO’s son’s villa and floated in the centre of their heated pool like a cloud. A pause, a breath, an Opheliean threat.

life cycle of massive stars ;

Switched to LCOMS this month because I was burnt out with RR and it made such the difference! I really love working on two novels at once because it keeps me consistently creative but also both of these books are so different so its always refreshing to bounce back into one from another. I have a whole update in the drafts rn for this so keeping this part brief but still love this book, still the best thing that has ever happened to me, me and this book will have a glorious summer wedding etc etc. These excerpts are from chapters that summarise the first semester of each character's first year and have to say it. has been Very Fun to get into the mindset of Freshers Melodrama. Here's Junie having a crisis and an unhealthy relationship with her hetero flatmate :( (alcohol cw for both excerpts)

In October you are drinking double espresso and trying to breathe normally in lectures and you are trying to figure out your favourite colour because Fleur asked and you stumbled out an answer (Purple, I think. Violet? Lavender? Indigo?) and it didn’t match hers (I like yellow. I like sunlight). You buy mugs from IKEA to paint you paint cats and fireworks and constellations and moon phases and daisies. You try to scratch paint stains off your desk. You do laundry at 2am. In October you colour code your notes with pastel highlighters. You go to the library at 3am. You paint your nails sunlight and hate it. You finish an essay that’s due in December. You knock on Fleur’s door at 8am so she makes her 9am. You wear off the shoulder tops and you let a girl dab glitter on your collarbones and you are watching Fleur kiss a boy from the neighbouring hall. You bite your sunlight nails. You break the handle off your IKEA constellation mug. You leave your keys in a lecture hall and stand at the reception for forty minutes waiting for them to realise that the keys on the desk have the moon chain you mentioned - or, you are waiting to say it yourself. You are watching the rain trail down your window. In October you get a halo headband tangled in your hair you are sipping a vampire themed cocktail that tastes like acetone you rip your heels off and you go home early and do laundry at 2am and you are waiting for the courage to tell Fleur you don’t like clubbing - or, you are waiting for her to ask where you are. In October you are many things / a good student a dancer a painter an angel a big sister an alarm clock you are nocturnal and a lucid dreamer and confused about your sexuality / and it’s still October but it’s not because it’s November now and you are still Junie but not because you don’t know who Junie is. It’s November, it’s September October November December. It’s 2016 2017 2018 2019. You are fragments and you don’t know if you are a kaleidoscope or shattered glass.

And here's first year Tomas being like I Moved Countries For University And All I Got Was Homesickness And A Crush On My Flatmate And Resurging Autistic Symptoms And This Lousy T Shirt (cw: vomit mention, injection mention, parental death mention)

Kristen is seven months younger and five inches taller than you. He’s the last flatmate you met and the only one you talk to beyond kitchen greetings and passive aggressive texts about dirty dishes. He is too quiet and too loud and not the type of person you befriend. The first night, he lost Ring of Fire and downed the concoction of Echo Falls, Dark Fruits, Jack Daniels and coke, vodka and lemonade alongside a cigarette and said he’d let God figure out the rest. He held your hair back when you threw up amaretto and held onto your knee when you first self-injected testosterone. He taught you Yorkshire dialect and you pretended to understand the Yorkshire dialect. He told you he got diagnosed at four and you told him you didn’t get past the first assessment but sometimes you flick the bathroom light on and it’s fire: the orange on the orange towel is louder, the white on the white tiles are louder, the colours and light and sink and showerhead are prickly and all you can do is blink and breathe until it fizzles out. You reminded him to take his meds and asked if you were weak for wanting to drop out and hop on the first Eurostar to Rotterdam. He reminded you to take off your binder and asked if he was robotic for not grieving his mother. You spent inky nights on the kitchen floor, counting the dead flies in the lights and scooping crumbly coconut ice cream out of a maker you got for half price in TK Maxx. You spent dusk-dusted afternoons at the global street food markets, at the vegan markets. Spent student loans on raspberry lemonade in recycled cups, veggie burgers in beetroot buns, got him hooked on poffertjes and advocaat and could’ve cried when the vendor spoke to you in Dutch. Sometimes you didn’t buy anything. Just liked hovering at stalls ambered with fairy lights, writing down Etsy stores on your notes app; just liked Kristen’s impulse to trek forty minutes into the city for a market he didn’t know existed until five minutes before; just liked how he always invited only you, cancelling your other plans last minute, the feeling of being ambushed; just liked how he stopped to take photos of dogs and the sunset; just liked how he looked haloed under lampposts waiting for Ubers, golden on golden.

This is also nearing creative nonfiction because Sheffield truly is a haven for just. vegan markets and cafes lol! I experimented with veganism there and never struggled to find something and at this point I call myself a fake vegan because it's too easy to be vegan in Sheffield and too difficult to be vegan in my actual hometown. And the global street food markets!!! SO GOOD! I miss pre pandemic days

nocturne for the holy ;

Giving her a little shout out because she does exist actually! I've figured out a really good system for working on two novels at a time, so my plan is maybe to start properly on this after I finish either RR or LCOMS. Idk I got 3 novels to pick from haha oops! I did do some free drafting back in April though and found it recently and I Like It! And I edited it so it counts as Something I Did This Month :) Also have decided that I loathe this working title <3 Okay see you with an update for this novel in like a year, sorry for the absolute zero context for this excerpt hehe

The morning I was due back, I hadn’t yet decided that this would be my last visit. I wandered between rooms like an overstayed guest, like I didn’t know which crockery lived in which cabinet and which bedroom had the best view of the overlapped hills. Dad would wake for his run in an hour, plastered to his twenty-year-old routine. Mum would pretend to be asleep until breakfast. Until then, it was myself and the house, hazed by sleepy sunrise. Downstairs. The peeling paisley wallpaper in the lounge, the lilies in the middle of the kitchen table, the vases of candy floss pink peonies wilting on every windowsill, the desolate double swing-set in the garden. The mist-clogged mornings. I stood outside in my dressing-gown until my fingertips felt numb. Upstairs. The sage coloured bathroom. The bathtub I’d laze in with my clothes on and no water because it was the quietest room in the house. The dusty dance trophies on the top of my wardrobe. Wine-flushed Jeanette in my teenage bedroom. The stale grey mum painted my teenage bedroom after I moved out. Minus their room, I stalked the layout of the house three times before settling back into bed - teenage Nora’s bed. Nora who cared for peonies and pushed her brother on the swing set and flung her ceramic ballerina at the wall and jogged with her father and collected wine bottles and acorns and kisses from girls who were supposed to visit for dance practice. Before I left, I’d have cycled each room another three times. And in every room he was there, hovered in the corner like black mould.

love this update bc it's like i've got my third person, my second person, my first person! collecting all the POVs like chaos emeralds :)

eulogy for our burnings ;

-looks away-

girl help I did it AGAIN!!!! Apparently Camp Nano is just the perfect time for me to get novel ideas. I made this post specifically to talk a bit about this because I have no idea when I'll draft it but it's certainly not soon. This is not me trying to doubt my own skill but I feel like I am not in the place I'd like to be as a writer to tackle this project with the zest it needs, however I am v excited by the prospect of it! Don't know how I feel about the working title bc I'm like "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about this wip to dispute it" but the only purpose my working titles serve is to sound pretty lol! But here's the tea:

1991, UK.

2nd person present + past. Very flexible form. I can't decipher how yet but I'm feeling interviews, newspaper articles, receipts, grocery store lists weaved with actual narrative, that kinda vibe.

Best summary is we follow our nameless narrator, a stealth trans man, as he becomes unhealthily obsessed with a man who "hires" him to photograph the buildings he burns

Very,,, isolated? Minimal settings, minimal characters, minimal prose etc. Almost claustrophobic

There's basically only two characters and they are probably the most morally deplorable, indefensible characters I've created which just means most of you are gonna LOVE this /lh I do too I do too

Only comp title I can give is it has the vibes/tone of Boy Parts by Eliza Clark (just with none of the nsfw content lol if you've read the book you know what I'm talking about) (also that book is great for morally deplorable women protagonists but omg look up the content warnings because it caught me off guard! enjoyed it tho gave it 4 stars)

The pinterest board is the best visualisation of the Vibes also follow me on pinterest lol

And that's all I've got today! A bigger Life Cycle of Massive Stars update coming in the next few weeks. Might do a proper intro post for Eulogy For Our Burnings but idk!!! It's a surprise :) Thank you for reading this far!

#also i have LOTS to catch up on so if u tagged me in anything im gonna do a big queue of rb's soon!#promise im not ignoring anybody!#just barely functioning <3 #atlastracking #writing update #revelations revelations #life cycle of massive stars #nocturne for the holy #eulogy for our burnings

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teddybluesclues · 3 years

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Kay so apologies for the long post but I'm on mobile and I need to rant about Murdoch Mysteries for a hot sec.

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 13/14 BELOW:

Okay so... I know I've said this before but this season of Murdoch Mysteries has been a total hit and miss for me. Every episode (save for one or two) has absolutely wack pacing.

The side characters are driving me bonkers. I'm sick of annoying neighbors, secretaries, and acquaintances. I'm so tired of Julia's entire arc being dedicated to dealing with the same kinds of characters (ie annoying). Give her an arc!!! Give her something!! BRING HER BACK TO THE MORGUE.

The Dominion of New South Mimico episode very nearly made me quit the show completely. It took years off my lifespan. The pacing. The characters. The autumn aesthetic/coloring was poppin tho.

AND I'm pissed that in the season 13 finale they made Robert Parker's death to be some great change in tone or a larger mystery for the series and it just... never happened. I know with Covid restrictions they probably couldn't bring him back but WHAT was the point of his character if they brought him in, killed him off, and never mentioned him again. It's like they forgot him entirely when he was SO cool. I would have loved to see him continue with the series. It would have been great!

The chemistry between Violet and what's-his-face is awful. And maybe that's the point, but if it's awful because their characters obviously don't actually give a shit about each other or if it's because what's-his-face is obviously Not Straight I have no idea. But I hate it.

If Brackenreid leaves the show I will be upset. He's like the one consistent thing that I enjoy. I like how his character's developed and we GOT A FATHER-DAUGHTER HUG FINALLY but yeah.

Even Murdoch seems to just be bumbling along? Bumbling's not the right word, but like... he just seems very... Blasé?

It seems like the writers aren't short of ideas but fUCK, the pacing and side characters are going to run the show into the ground if things don't change.

Also if they kill off Jack or Watts I will riot. I will go feral. I will break into the writer's room meetings and present them a PowerPoint presentation of everything that needs to be fixed.

Anyone else feel this way?

#murdoch mysteries spoilers #murdoch mysteries #william murdoch #julia ogden #llewellyn watts #thomas brackenreid #george crabtree

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xiu21chen99 · 4 years

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hxh headcanon!!

/imagine ofc!! everyone expected another, i hope shhdjdkf

umm... my art?? I'll be transferring it to digi-art tomorrow or sth but uh be nice pls, im new to dis

the art is related to the hc,,, anYWAYS DARK CONTINENT ARC TIMELINE and... TW! blood, violence and death. this is what i envision the "battle for hisokas head" arc story thingey would go

ON THE BLACK WHALE!

Hisoka has killed most of the spiders already, all that was left were Illumi, Kalluto, Chrollo, Shizuku and Bonolenov (bc the latter three formed a group truce rmmbr)

he decides to save the Zoldycks for last so he hunts for the mf who mangled his face and literally killed him

Hisoka makes quick work of killing Bono and Shizuku (nooo my bby ;-;)

Chrollo and he have a sort of stalemate stance bc they're in a discrete room in the Black Whale, they're meters apart and they're literally just walking in a circle to see who'd make the first move

Bono and Shizuku's bodies are in the same room

Illumi comes in with Kalluto in tow and the two siblings stop dead in their tracks to watch

that's when Hisoka moves in for the kill

but Chrollo counters w a spell he pulled from his book- an explosion erupts, tho it's a small, kind of controlled one but still, everyone in the room are forced back

Hisoka's thrown to a wall while the other three skid back on the feet

the emergency alarms ring in the room, the automated doors move to close

Illumi and Kalluto make eye contact before Kalluto runs for it, Illumi goes to block the door when he left, making sure Chrollo doesn't follow suit before walking towards Hisoka

"what are you doing?" Chrollo asks when Illumi helps the clown to his feet.

"oh, did i not tell you?" Illumi pulls out a few needles from his outfit "Hisoka has also commissioned for your head, but only under the circumstance where he could see."

"no, you forgot to mention that." Chrollo humors, book in hand and a forced smile on his lips

"oh this should be fun," Hisoka adds beside him, cracking his neck with a sinister grin

"i take it you were serious about the... engagement ring you mentioned earlier?" Chrollo asks as he flips to a page in his book

"quite, yes. i have already told my brother to not contact our parents about it, hence why he was with me up until now." Illumi explains, pins glowing with violet nen

"how boring, i had hoped you'd at least introduce me to my in-laws before we get on with it." Hisoka teases, cards in hand

"disgusting." Chrollo sneers, and the tension in the room snaps.

There's another explosion, quite bigger and definitely stronger. Illumi blocks the stray debris from his eyes with a hand, squinted eyes taking in everything that was to see.

Hisoka was still beside him though his head was snapping from left to right trying to navigate their common target

There's whispering, then Chrollo's puppets appear behind them, seeming to have grown from the concrete ground

they were mindless pawns, Hisoka gladly kicked them all til they returned to dust

what came next were Bono and Shizuku, though Illumi could have sworn they were dead earlier

"it's a stolen power, they might still be able to use their nen." Hisoka warns, and as if to prove his point Shizuku attacks Illumi with Blinky

"cut off their heads!" Hisoka yells, disappearing into the still present dust cloud of the post-explosion

Shizuku was the easier target, death made her think that vacuum of hers was a sword. Illumi pins her to the wall and snaps her head off

Bono was more clever, he hid in the dust and used his whistle like body to distract Illumi from where he actually was

Then he attacks when he had his back turned to him

But Illumi soon gets the hang of it, whips back to his right to catch Bono mid jump, and crushes his neck like paper

He drops the twice killed body and wipes his hands on his pants

There's strong aura somewhere in the room, so he follows his instincts through the smog

Another explosion, but this time actual smoke builds up in the room, triggering the fire alarms and the sprinklers

"you fucking bitch!"

"you should have stayed dead, Hisoka!"

Illumi follows the voices and now obvious sounds of fighting

as the smoke clears, he sees multiple figures go after who he assumes was Hisoka. Logically speaking, he was the only target of those useless puppets

Illumi jumps to his feet to help him, throwing pins at the three running to Hisoka at stumbling speed

He lands behind Hisoka with grace, feet as silent as ever.

the smoke is nearly gone now, so when Illumi turns to see if Hisoka was alright he's shocked to find a rock figurine, roughly formed to Hisoka's shape and build

"Hisoka-"

"i can't believe you fell for that" Chrollo says behind him, but Illumi has already sent needles flying his way

"what did you do?"

unprepared, Chrollo's sent to the wall, hands pinned and spread. there were matching pins buried deep into the palms of his hands making him unable to move

"I just killed the bastard who shouldn't have come for my friends."

his hands needed to touch something to detonate. with two more pins each added to his hands (and two more to each of his feet), Chrollo's made to float with Illumi's Manipulation

(hc power here bc i think he could do this, but he only saves it for special occasions or enemies lol)

Illumi pulls forth a mind control needle amd jams it into Chrollo’s forehead, “answer my questions, and answer me truthfully"

"what did you do to Hisoka, you could not have killed him in that short amount of time. I should have been able to sense something if you did. he is not in this room, so where is he?"

Chrollo groans, "he's trapped in the room i laid out for him"

"explain."

"i stole some random passenger's teleportation ability. its' condition is to only be able to open a portal if the room's closed and only has one door. i opened the portal and left him in the in between."

"you have been planning this, correct?"

"i only came up with it when Shizuku encountered the man with this power. he's still alive of course, but if i kill him then his nen portals would cease, and Hisoka will be trapped in that limbo forever."

"and nen after death..?"

"he adores the spiders, he surely won't hold a grudge if i killed him for this."

"this is a well executed plan." Illumi complements despite the situation

"thanks."

"open the portal, bring him back."

"why should i?"

Illumi grabs another pin from his shirt, this time giving it a lick before jamming it into Chrollo's arm

"i am already annoyed at how everything has turned out, just pull Hisoka out of the portal."

life slowly drains from Chrollo's eyes, as he goes limp against Illumi's pins that kept him afloat and away from any possible detonation medium

Chrollo-puppet, now on his own two feet, pulls out his book and flips to a page. The wall behind him opens, the metal folding out as if crumpled then Hisoka walks out, in shock. The wall closes silently, as if it never opened to begin with

Hisoka snaps out of it quickly, lips curving into a pleased smile, "nice work, Illu!"

Illumi waves a hand dismissively. "would you like to do the honors?"

"ooh~ don't mind if i do," Hisoka pulls out a card from somewhere and approaches the still Chrollo.

Illumi walks to a wall to lean against it, knowing Hisoka would take his time.

"you've married an idiot, Illumi Zoldyck." a voice said beside him, and he snaps his head up to see Hisoka's killing slash

"wait-"

But it was too late

another explosion, this time strong enough to blow the doors open and the walls broken

Illumi's once again pushed to the wall, back through the metal it poked him with blisters

As the dust settled for a third time, Chrollo stood in the middle of the room, unharmed and unpinned.

Under his foot, Hisoka. Dead?

"no-" Illumi coughs, dust filling his lungs

Illumi stumbles to the pair as Chrollo backs away, to the door now open

"Hisoka-" he falls to his knees beside the man, cradles the head to his lap. This was real, this was really Hisoka. he felt it- he felt the last ebbs of his presence fade along with the explosion.

He was really dead...

Was his Bungee Gum/after death nen a one time thing?

He was so stupid, he should have noticed that Chrollo was a fake. It had been too easy. Fuck.

Hisoka coughs, and Illumi zeroes in on it, on the way his once steady chest heaves with labored breaths. "Hiso- Hisoka?"

"Illu..." he drawls, unable to say it clearly

"what do i do?"

"ta... take m-" he coughs again, "take my heart, Illu."

"what do you mean?" Illumi presses a hand to the side of Hisoka's neck, trying to find a pulse

"this is my nen condition-" heave- "Bungee gum will help me get the engagement ring to you. it's in my heart, literally-"

"Hisoka, you are not making any sense-"

"just kill me already, illu-" cough- "and carve out my heart. you'll find the ring there."

"o-oh" Illumi's eyes widen

"do it, illu. before my-" heave again "nen runs out."

Hisoka's smiling. his glamour of texture surprise has worn off already, so his nose-less, peeling face stared back at Illumi

"go on, love."

with no other choice, Illumi elongates his nails and digs into the crevice between Hisoka's rib cage. his blood felt hot and sticky between his fingers, but Illumi dug deeper.

his heart was still beating though weakly, as if it still had a chance to live on

"bye, love." were Hisoka's last breathy words as Illumi pulls the organ out. It was shrouded in pink nen, Bungee Gum he thought, its distinct tint a permanent brand in Illumi's mind

gore slid down his hand, as illumi held it closer to his face for inspection

for a few fleeting moments it continued throbbing, but now it's stilled to a mere heart.

Illumi has done this method of killing before, but this is the first heart he thought held value

blood dripped from his hand down to Hisoka's smiling face, eyes open and gaze somewhere to Illumi's direction

as the Bungee Gum lifted, a ring popped out from an outward ventricle.

a bloody ring

how did he manage to do this?

despite the crimson, Illumi slips it to his ring finger with a grim smile

even after death, Hisoka still amazed him

He gently puts Hisoka's head to the ground, off his lap, and closes his golden eyes

Illumi's en grows with unbridled rage that it covered the whole ship. Chrollo is just a few hallways down

Bloodlust up in new heights, Illumi lets his presence explode, making sure nen and non nen users alike felt his hunger to kill

Finding Chrollo was too easy, but this time he's sure it was the real one. he was at the balcony, looking out into the sunset.

"i take it, you loved him?"

Illumi doesn't answer, instead walks closer with eery silence

"if you loved him then why didn't you tell him?"

one step forward, two, three. just a few more left.

"he wouldn't have reciprocated? blah, he was of peculiar taste, I'm sure he would've accepted you."

pins, needles, hell even a card he got from Hisoka. he threw all of it to Chrollo, aiming for where he was and the surrounding spots he could have gone to, to avoid them

pinned down and bleeding, Chrollo continues "or were you not aware you loved him until you saw him die right before your eyes?"

Illumi, more than once, said that assassins don't need friends. didn't have a need for anyone else but family.

but

"he was my friend. that's all there was to it."

Chrollo's head rolls to the balcony, falls off and to the sea. a king of hearts was placed where the head should be, engraved into the floor.

later that day, Illumi went back to the room where Hisoka was, to find Kalluto there. His kimono was bunched up by his hands to make sure blood didn't touch the ends.

"aniki, what happened here? where's danchou?"

"kallu, i want you to help me with something." Illumi said instead, "can you help me clean him up?"

"should we throw him overboard?" Kalluto gestured to Hisoka.

"no, i want to fix him up and find a coffin in this ship. i will bury him when we get back to the mainland."

"why?"

"because..." Illumi fiddled with the bloodied ring, "he was my husband."

for those of u confused don't worry, i am too. basically chrollo used a bomb dummy of himself and that’s the one hisoka killed but uh got him killed instead. shjsjfkf sorry if this was shitty it's 2:30am nd i just wanted to write this before i forgot. I'll fix it tomorrow hopefully

also the hc is the ring in hisokas heart thingey and maybe the room trap plan bc togashi wouldnt have introduced that bitch if he didnt plan on using him for the plot shjsjdkfkgl good night!

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messedupessy · 4 years

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HERE HE IS ANGRY FIRE DAD YE BOI (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤

Gotta say, I finished Vio here way faster than I thought I would, which is really, really nice xD I actually finished him yesterday pft, but anyway, yes here he is, Vio my Underfell Grillby at last!

I am very happy with how he turned out, I am so not good at drawing flames like at all but I think they turned out pretty good anyway, the whole green at the tops is inspired by the original creator of UF’s version, where he is usually green with purple at the top, which I liked af but wanted to do it opposite instead. Which turned out pretty snazzy xD I did attempt to give him like some flames on his arms as they like flare up since he pissed, but I couldn’t get it right and just erased it instead. I am very happy with his face tho, and he turned out so good overall, only thing I am a bit iffy about is the shoes, since I drew them badly, but they will do pft

And now for some facts about this angry fire dad, under a cut yes yes, with a bonus pic at the end because I did a funny thing which I gotta share xD warning for some violence, character death and so on down below, it got a bit long but idgaf, enjoy!

Vio, full name Violet, he is a pretty cranky and easily pissed off fire dad, can be pretty flirty and charming at times when he wants to be, alongside been a little bit greedy. But he is mostly just kinda pissy and is a monster who most monsters know not to piss off if they want to keep visiting his bar. Because no one fucks with him or fucks up his bar, so no fighting or destroying shit or you are out, he will make you suffer if you break his rules.

The only exception to this rule is Red, which pisses Vio off to no end, as he hates Red’s fucking bullshit.

The bar he runs goes by the name of Vio’s, used to be called Grillby’s but he changed it, as it didn’t fit the aesthetic he got going for it. Which is a pretty seedy bar with a not so secret gambling pool, lot’s of poker and gambling going on there, alongside some hella nightclub vibes.

He like original Grillby is a pretty quiet monster, but compared to Grillby so is Vio a total chatterbox. He talks way more in comparison, but is still quiet when compared to most people, usually spends his time standing behind his bar counter, watching and listening in on everything going on around him. If his customers starts to get too rowdy, his flames will turn more and more green in a kind of warning, letting them know without him saying a word that if they don’t cut their shit out, there will be hell to pay.

Vio works also as an information broker, since his bar gets so much business so do he get to hear and find out about lots, and lots of things. Which he sells to the highest bidder as long as he knows it won’t come back and bite him in the ass, and yet he mostly sells his information to Red as he is one of Red’s best informants, even though Red pisses him off fucking daily.

He was once married to a fellow elemental, a water one by the name of Current, they constantly argued and got on each other's nerves, but that’s how their relationship worked as they still cared about one another a whole lot, so far they even went and got properly soulbonded. Something that is so not common anymore amongst monsters, not only is it a great liability in a world such as Underfell, it will also seriously fuck up the surviving partner if the other end up dusting.

Which Current did, he was one hotheaded guy who constantly ended up in fights and brawls, and one of them ended up with him dusting. The monsters who succeeded in killing him ended up at the extremely furious and revengeful hands of Vio, who did not give them any kind of mercy for what they did.

Vio has then been wearing the collar, that belonged to Current ever since. Other monsters are afraid to even bring Current up since Vio got set off whenever he heard anyone just saying his name right after he died, which is how Ashden, UF Fuku, knows pretty much nothing about her other parent.

As Vio and Current are her parents, they got her not too long before Current kicked the bucket, and so she has grown up without knowing who her other parent is like at all since no one has told her about him ever.

This is one of the main reasons why Vio and Ashden so often constantly fights, because she wants to know about Current but Vio refuses, since it still even after many years, hurts too much to even think about. There is a reason why he got a minor drinking problem and sleep around, he one depressed bitch stuck in his grief still.

Anyway, Vio and Red got a deal, which is that Vio gives Red info and stuff about anything and everything, while Red pays him but he also keeps an eye on Ashden, since Vio can’t do it himself and he is protective of her as fuck.

He and Red also got a kind of weird relationship, of been friends but yet Vio often completely despise Red, but they still like friends in a weird way and also are fuck buddies. They constantly give each other shit and bicker, alongside some flirting time to time, but most often Vio is just pissed at Red since Red got a habit of scaring away his customers, and that he hogs a chair at the bar which no one else dares to sit at which pisses Vio off.

And that is all I got, which ended up been way more than I had planned to tell but oh well xD now enjoy this bonus of me fooling around when I was drawing this boys scars pft

#undertale #underfell #underfell grillby #MessedUpEssy #grillby #Essy's Art #Essy's Undertale Art #Essy's Undertale Headcanons #Vio is also like very pissed at his dead husband #like how dare he go and die on him just like that #just because current was too hotheaded for his own frikking good pft #anyway ahhh i had wanted to post this yesterday #but i was stuck on what to write under the cut #so waited and then ended up writing a whole page with stuff today instead #so worth it pft #still it feels rly good to finally have drawn this angry fire dad #i so rarely ever draw them grillby boys bc fire is hard but it sure was nice to finally do it #i am now holding a poll over on twitter which character to draw a ref of next #so it will be fun to see whose next yes #his shoes will be bothering me for ages but oh well they will do ye #and yes im posting this early af idgaf #Essy OC Refs

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coraline-mel-jones · 3 years

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{ Coraline }

Coraline is like Dean Winchester in a weird way. She fights for the universe and for her family/friends. When it comes to love she is a disaster more like a biromantic disaster and its usually towards a certain girl and it always goes wrong when she tries to talk to this girl about her feelings i mean she talks normally when its not feelings based so why can't she talk when she is with this girl ?. Anyway when she comes home looking like hell. Her parents always question her about why and she just lies and says ' Oh umm i angered a couple of kids and they beat him up' and Mel and Charlie just listen even tho they know that Coraline is doing something dangerous and they have tried to stop her many times before but Coraline never listens at all so they gave up and they worry about her a lot more than they used to. I mean it used to me minor things she used to fight along side others but now its werewolves, zombies, demons, vampires and others that can kill her. Coraline is stronger when her parents are in harms way and she usually kills when her mother or father get hurt.

{ Norman }

Norman is like Sam Winchester. He is more calmer and more mature...at times...when he's not fighting with Coraline ( he usually does because she seems to accuse him of things. Mostly eating her cake ). He is a very chaotic straight and whenever a girl walks past he can't help but to giggle like a girl which yes Coraline makes fun of him for. Norman backs Coraline up almost all the time i mean she is family after all. When Norman needs to he steps up and risks everything for his family and friends. He has died a lot and so did Coraline and their families would be there and they'd feel like shit after. His parents don't enjoy him being in danger i mean the Aggie situation was enough but monsters ? they can't help but feel like Norman may go out and never come back. Perry and Sandra love their kids and their niece. Norman loves his aunt Mel and uncle Charlie a lot he usually goes over to the Pink Palace Apartments just to see them and he talks to Coraline privately about the monsters and how they'd defeat them tho usually it never ends well for one of them but the monster does get defeated just not according to plan.

{ Violet }

Violet is like Castiel in her own special way. She loves her friends and family a lot more but there is one girl that Violet loves more than life itself and she'll protect her until she dies. She uses her powers when it is needed and usually it is. Violet is fond of Norman and Coraline but she cares even more about Coraline. Any thought of loosing her drives Violet crazy to the point where she is constantly near her at all times which Coraline questions like a lot. Violets Relationship with Coraline is stronger than anything else in the world. Bob and Helen do worry but they trust Violet enough to save herself and her friends. They also know when Violet is lying about something and they talk it out with Mel, Charlie, Perry and Sandra. Violet is like Coraline she is a biromantic in every way possible. The only difference is that she isn't a disaster like a little someone. Violet has died a lot usually in front of Coraline and Norman and her hearing Coraline yell ' NOOOOO ' still wanders her mind and breaks her heart at the same time.

#Coraline #paranorman #Coraline Jones #Norman Babcock #the incredibles #the incredibles 2 #Violet Parr #Laika #Pixar #supernatural au

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smokahuntis · 4 years

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Lose you

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn X Reader

Prompt: “I’ve known you forever, and I’m not ready to loose you”

Warnings: death! Fluff!!

Summery: just in the Knick of time, (y/n) finds Qui-Gon while Obi-swan takes care of maul

Authors note: I wrote this so fast Oml... and I’ll do it again! But anyways, thank you to whoever requested this! Make sure to reblog or coment and like! Also italics is flashbacks

(Y/n) ran threw the halls of the temple, trying to get to him as soon as she could. She dropped everything when she felt him calling out for her, leaving master Yoda and Windu, even her own Padawan. Just for him, to find him.

It was life or death, to be with him, she’d kill everything in her path to find him in this moment. She felt his pain, as her robes flooded behind her as she sprinted down the marble halls. It was regal, cinematic even, like a scene from one of those movies they used to watch together, where the princess would run away from the Sith Lord.

“Qui-Gon, what are you doing here?” She asked as she opened the door to her long hair Best friend. He stood there at her door with a bag of popcorn and a movie.

“I uh...” he chuckled lightly and looked down before looking back up at her. “Movie night?”

She giggled and let him in before checking to make sure no one saw as she closed the door. “We have training tomorrow, Qui-Gon.” She said looking at him, tho her sentence protested movie night, she was already taking the movie and putting it in.

“It’s meditation day, we’ll be fine...” he smiled at her as he grabbed the blanket from the back of her sofa and sat down. She chuckled and looked at the movie.

“The Sith’s Bride?” She smiled at him and joined him on the couch.

“It’s new” he shrugged and put his arm around her as they watched the movie together.

Around half way threw as the princess ran away in her pretty red dress, he spoke again “I bet you’d look good in something like that”

“In red?” She asked looking up at him.

“In a dress” he chuckled and teased her, messy up her hair.

“Oh whatever” she rolled her eyes and laid her head on his chest as she watched the movie with him.

“You’re right you wouldn’t look good in a red dress...” he looked at her and she looked back up.

“Ouch” she faked being offended and he chuckled

“I think you’d look better in a white dress...”

She ran, holding up the front of her dress as she did, finally making it past the first two red barriers she was stopped by the third as she caught a sight of Qui-Gon, laying on the floor as the sound of lightsabers deafened her ears. Obi-Wan fought off the Sith, to distracted with the red Zabrak to save his master.

As the red barrier finally broke in front of her she ran to him, instantly picking his head up off of the floor and onto her lap, her hes ds holding his face and wiping his tears “Qui-Gon...” she whispered brokenly as she looked at him, putting her hand on his wound as she started to cry herself.

“Hey Violet...” he whispered looking up at her, his voice course and rough, like sand.

“Qui-Gon!” (Y/n) said excitedly as she walked into his room. He stood up instantly as he looked at her.

“(Y/n)!” He said in the same tone before smiling “what’s got you so happy?” He asked as he moved towards her

“I made my lightsaber today!” She said excitedly as she pulled the silver hilt from her belt, it was nice and smooth, clean cut, just like her.

“It’s about time” he teased and took it into his hand as he looked it over. Turning it on he smiled at the light violet tone of it. “Violet, it’s fitting” he looked down at her with his warm smile.

She smiled looking up at him before she took her new blade and twirled it in her hand before accidentally cutting threw one of his vases “oh! I’m so sorry!”

“Violet and violent” he chuckled and helped her clean it up, that’s how she got her nickname.

She shook her head holding him “hey big man” she smiled softly as she tried to hold in her sob. Pushing hair from his face she pulled in a deep breathe.

“Don’t cry, Violet...” he whispered, reaching his hand up to her face as he caressed her cheek lightly.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it...” she whispered looking at him. At this moment it was only them in the moment, obi-wan and maul completely voided from their mind as they got lost in each other’s glossed eyes.

“Why are you crying...” he asked, pushing hair behind her ear.

“I’ve known you forever, I’m not ready to loose you...” she whimpered, broken and finally letting out a sob. He shook his head and looked at her.

“You won’t loose me, (y/n) I’ll always be with you...” he said and pulled her down closer to him, her lips brushing his like it was the first time all over again.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” She asked as she stopped walking with qui-gon. She could feel he stood in front of her

“Go ahead” he said calmly, when she opened her eyes she found him standing in front of her in new robes, with a new saber on his side and his braid gone

“Are you-... you did it?” She smiled at him excitedly, he nodded in response before she hugged him tightly around the neck. His big arms wrapped around her waist as he held her close to him.

“Master Qui-Gon Jinn” she smiled before moving to look at his face. Her smile softened as she looked at his eyes, before quickly glancing at his lips.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered lightly as he leaned down, their noses bumping together lightly, their lips ghosting each other’s.

“I know...” she whispered and leaned up more, finally connecting their lips in a slow loving kiss.

“(Y/n)...” he said lightly as his lips ghosted hers, she looked at him and closed her eyes.

“Say it...” she whispered wanting to actually hear the words fall from his soft lips, just this once

“I love you...” he whispered and kissed her again, in the slow, loving kiss. He used his last bit of the force to show her all his emotions, all his favorite memories with her and all his dreams. Finally the kiss went dull as he finally fell limp in her arms and she pulled away looking at him.

“I love you too...”

Taglist: @hxldmxdxwn @jediminddicks1000 @everythinggeeky and whoever requested for Qui-Gon!

#star wars x reader #star wars #qui gon jinn #Qui Gon #Jinn #star wars fluff #Obi-Wan #Qui-Gone #Qui-Gon Jinn #Qui-Gon #Qui-Gon Fluff #Qui-Gon Angst #star wars x you

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