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magnus-rhymes-with-swagness · 11 months

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okay to preface i am Very Excited for the movie and it looks really good so far, but i have to admit i’m not entirely sure i like the way they’re characterizing ballister? i appreciate how they seem to be tapping into a softer, more vulnerable side of him (showing him out of his armor, giving him a run-down lab, adding huge eyes to his design, etc), but tbh it seems to be just a tiny bit much? like he looks terrified in so many of the images we’ve seen so far, but the guy is quite literally a professional supervillian. and a knight. he knows his way around a battlefield, he wouldn’t be terrified by swords or a bit of fire. i’m just hoping they won’t babygirlify him too much you know?

(that being said i’m definitely still excited to see what they do with him! despite my qualms this is going to be a good movie y’all)

#nimona #nimona netflix #nimona 2023 #nd stevenson #ballister blackheart #i have no idea what tags y’all use but anyway yeah #don’t get me wrong i absolutely cannot wait for june 30th #but at the same time i do have. some worries #i’ll shove the rest of my qualms into a box and lock it for the time being tho bc i do want to enjoy the excitement!#my words #edit i made this post before realizing the trailer had come out #point still stands but for context i didn’t know they’d changed the plot to make him a framed villain instead of a professional one #edit 2 HA proved myself wrong. his characterization is fantastic and i love it #stop liking this 😭

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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia.

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him.

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him.

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet.

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself.

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖#it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏#but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂#so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭#some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌#(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀)#some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out!#(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3)#however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀#there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨#also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

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teecupangel · 10 months

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I've been seeing these grimace shakes videos lately and I just thought what if some assassin gave the templars that? Like it can be some random assassin who was told to give it to the templars and all the templars either dying or going insane makes me so happy

You know what would be fun?

If Abstergo just started getting deliveries of Grimace Shakes, they’d think it would be a joke and some of them would drink it because waste not, want not and it's free food and all that.

Then…

There will be one, just one…

That is actually not just a normal shake.

It doesn’t immediately act, no, of course not.

And it is completely tasteless and odorless so all they taste is the actual shake.

Just this… desire to share it.

To tell people to try it out.

“Come on, join the fun.”

“It’s pretty good. Take a sip.”

And those who takes a sip from that one starts to ask for more, grabbing another shake then just tipping a bit of the ‘original’ shake into it.

“Come on… don’t be a spoilsport. Get with the program.”

“Just a little sip.”

“That’s all.”

Then, before those who haven’t drank from any of the ‘contaminated’ shakes realizes it, everybody else was going…

“Drink! Drink! Drink!”

And so they drink.

And they feel the desire to share it once more.

To ensure the entire building had a taste.

To make sure every member of the Abstergo family…

… tastes it and desires it until it consumes them.

And the delivery boy?

Looks a lot like the supposed dead Elijah, illegitimate son of Desmond Miles.

#yeah #that’s right #elijah spiked the meme drink #using the knowledge he gained from aita #i like to think of elijah being morally ambigious with no qualms in having his hands dirty #both because of the trauma upon trauma juno’s cult gave him #and because #even aita can’t control him #some of his personality still gets into elijah one way or another #ask and answer #assassin's creed #elijah miles #belated happy birthday grimace i guess #i’m sorry i couldn’t answer this any sooner #i am 3 days late on my ask box #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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enabi-seira · 6 months

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I did it, I've watched season 2 ;-;

Some things still have me feeling uneasy, but I liked it. I still need to process everything though. Specially..., there are three things that I don't get:

If the branches die without the time loom, what was there before HWR build it? Agamotto?

Loki learned how to control time like he learned how to enchant people's minds? If so, he truly was more powerful than what he believed.

Does Sylvie's tempad (previously HWR's tempad) still work? Can she reach the citadel at the end of time? Can she go where Loki is now?

#loki series #loki season 2 #this time i was prepared so the end didn't hurt as much as it did the end of season 1. but the more i think about the last 2 episodes...#i'm begging marvel to give loki a true break. not a i will rest when i die kind of break. a true happy ending for once!#oh yeah. he is one of the most powerful and important characters atm! AND WHAT'S THAT FOR! gamora. natasha. tony...#how many more “heroic” sacrifices do we need? that's the essense of a hero? the sacrificies they provide?#i'm getting carried away... i don't think i love tragedies that much...#i gotta say that i will have plot rabbits to follow for a long while though. will write some ideas down before they banish

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onaperduamedee · 9 months

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Hello, it's the anon from before who was asking about the plot of the books vs show for Wheel of Time. I believe from the tags on your posts that you're close to finishing the series now? (if you're not, disregard this lol) I was just wondering if your perspective had changed much since then with having read further and the trailers have come out? (I suspect not as a series that long the beginning isn't going to affect much but thought worth asking again. I enjoyed reading your thoughts before)

I have finished the 15 books of the main series (although I still have to compile my final notes)! There are only books on worldbuilding and inspiration left, which I probably won't read yet while the show is airing.

My perspective hasn't changed: if anything reading the entire arcs of certain characters and their conclusion makes it only more obvious that the writers are adapting the story as a whole. There are numerous scenes and dialogues in s1 that function as foreshadowing for future arcs and even the series finale, so it's going to be very rewarding if the show sustains that momentum. I legitimately burst into tears rewatching certain scenes in season 1 because of course they're meant to echo certain characters' journeys.

The writers clearly know where each character is going and that informs their writing. It doesn't mean they won't take detours or alter the arcs as the show progresses for efficiency/cohesiveness (and given the promo material for s2 they're already doing that) but I'm still overwhelmingly hopeful for the adaptation. The writers truly get what makes these characters tick so far (something even the authors of the books lost sight of at times), so if a plot fits better the character's overall journey, it's a win for the audience, and I dare say the readers.

Thank you very much for your question and I hope this wasn't too vague!

#the wheel of time #rescribo #I'm trying to be vague about spoilers but honestly I have no idea what'll happen in some cases #it's fun not knowing what the show will throw at certain characters #this might be controversial but some plots and elements also NEED to be changed #otherwise the show will be panned by critics #some parts have not aged well and others were already not great when it was published #I absolutely don't regret reading this series but yeah #sometimes the changes are bloody necessary

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ablog · 10 months

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This is maybe for later cus I'm really bad at writing down ideas so I'm using Tumblr as a motivator (I got the idea from a dream I don't know why a lego show works with that a bit too much for me)

Got an idea for basically lmk × arcane (it started as a different idea but the consept just grow into a similar world and i rolled with it)

Sun wukong is like Heimerdinger, basically as the top of the council and sort of the head of the up city

Tang and nezha are in the council as well but I'm not sure what's their part in the story yet

Macaque and MK are in the under city and are kinda like Powder and Vi, but not really fully siblings vibe, more like twp close abandoned cats ( Macaque is on adge whenever anything related to the up city happenes) he's still immortal like swk and the two has history, one that ended badly

Pigsy is like vander, instead of a barman he's cooking and he don't like the situation at all but to keep the people living there safe (ish), he make sure nothing too extreme happens with the top city to make them come down there

The mayer is the head of the enforcers and he's the one doing business with pigsy (who's btw bulid more like Zhu Bajie here)

Sandy is a blacksmith in the under city and although it doesn't seem like that so much, Macaque is very close to him and feel safe in the workshop, he occasionally make little bulids but mostly like to watch sandy make stuff, there are a lot of weapons stored in there from the past but these days sandy mostly make moving statues of different things (and he has a lot of mechanical cats, their mechanisms are quite simple but their builds are very impressive)

For some reason I imagen him looking pretty much the same figure but different pants and added welding goggles

Mei is a high ranked guard that works close to the palace but occasionally leave for long missions

Lady bone demon is in the council and while looking mostly neural and pro the city, actually working behind the curtains to push her agendas, to weaken the city and to hold a revolution at some point, when the opportunity shows itself.

She doesn't believe in the current system that the world runs on and think the only way to fix it is to gain power so she could change and improve how's everything works, at some point after seeing a bit too much of the politics and the way humans around her prefer to take the easy way out, or the one that's more beneficial to them regardless of how it'll effect the less fortunate, she believes that the only way to make a real difference is to take the power by force and to make the changes necessary no matter the cost.

The demon bull family are nobleman's.

iron fang in the council, and she let red son to study the under city tech and he study with the great minds of their time.

His parents doesn't know it but occasionally he sneak to the under city for supply that's too hard to get from the other researchers that bring different devices to work with.

This is what i thought of so far, I also have the bigging of a story but I'll write that later :)

If you read all of that, you're awesome <3