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meechatuck · 1 year

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Mushy Stuff

I was hoping to get some art out for Valentine’s and I still might, but I’m not so sure it will happen. So in light of that, here is some fluff of Hector and Amelia. Still not sure if this will be in my main story as I’m still working on the other character I have in this. Just a cute idea I got from hearing bs quotes about how “people with rough hands are hard workers!” I mean I get it, but it’s not the only indicator for a hard worker. Anyways some fluffy and suggestive Hectelia for Valentine’s Day!

Hands

1500ish words

Fluff & suggestive material

"I thought you had a meeting with that one diplomat tonight?" Hector asked, pressing his lips to Amelia's bare shoulder.

She laughed softly, "Well, I may have asked Tegan to take him on a tour of the castle this evening. He agreed and rescheduled the meeting for tomorrow."

Hector chuckled and spoke between the soft kisses he lined down her back. "You always have somethin' planned, dontcha?"

She blushed at the attention he placed on her bare skin. Hiding her face from his view, she answered with a soft voice, "I missed you. You've been gone for two weeks. When I heard you were coming back early…well I wanted to see you once you got back. Meetings with diplomats can wait if they are staying here for a time…" Amelia rolled over onto her back and away from him, keeping her eyes averted from his. "Am I being too forward with my affections?"

Hector moved in close to her and pressed the back of her left hand to his mouth, "Nah, course not. I don't mind it."

Her heart skipped a beat at the press of his mouth to her hand. The conversation with Valeria from the other day wormed into her mind.

"That's how you know someone is spoiled. Just take a good look at their hands. Smooth hands, easy life. Rough, calloused, even scarred hands means someone worthwhile to have in your life. They know of hard work and sacrifice…"

Amelia's hands drew into her chest and clasped each other. She rolled over and off the bed, scooping up Hector's tunic off the floor. As she pulled it over her head, Hector sat up in her bed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just being ridiculous," Amelia mumbled, pulling her hair out of the tunic. She crawled back into bed and turned her back to Hector. Her fingers played with a stray strand of her hair.

"I can tell it's somethin' Amelia," Hector ran a hand down her side to her hip. "Whas wrong?" He kissed her neck, then nipped the skin. He smirked at the shiver it elicited from her.

She was quiet for a time, longer than he liked, before taking a deep breath and exhaling out a loud sigh. "It's just something Valeria said the other day…"

Hector grumbled something under his breath. "Why were you talkin' to her in the first place?"

"I wasn't talking to her," Amelia defended sharply over her shoulder. She turned away from him again and curled her legs up against her body. "I was just at the sparring ring-"

"Why were you down there in the first place?"

"Can I finish please?" Hector pursed his lips and nuzzled his face into her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Thank you. And if you must know, I was going to see Declan and Finn." She hesitated before continuing, "She saw me enter the arena. She was training with some guards and showing them different disarming techniques. One of them got their hand cut. I stepped over just to see if they needed help. Valeria didn't say anything, so I wrapped up his hand. I was holding his hand in between mine and said it should only be a small scar.

"Then Valeria rested the end of her blade on our hands. I kept holding his hand as she proceeded to say…" Amelia stopped, remembering the disdainful look Valeria had given her. The scorn in her voice.

"What'd she say?" She could hear the edge in Hector's voice. A part of her wanted to rile him up, make him angry at Valeria. See what he would do. Gods, I have to stop this. That's not fair to anyone.

"Nothing. I don't want to make you upset with her. That's not fair to her or you." She turned onto her back, trying to give the impression she was fine.

"If she upset ya I wanna know. Just-"

"I worry that you feel the same way as her."

Amelia could feel his stare on her. He was quiet for what seemed like an eternity, the only sound filling her ears was her racing heartbeat. "Well what did she say? I can't tell ya if I feel the same way or not if I don't know what she said."

Her heart rate stayed at a running pace. The thought of telling him what she said....her mind conjured up the hardened expression he would have when she told him. Him telling her that Valeria was right… He had thought that about her once. That she was just a spoiled noble. He doesn't think that still…does he?

"Hey," Hector whispered, snuggling close to her. "It's okay. I'd never think somethin' bad about you."

"You did once." She regretted the words once they left her mouth.

His brow furrowed and his jaw clenched, but that couldn't hide the hurt in his eyes. "I didn't know you then."

"I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Seriously Amelia, what'd she say?"

She turned so her back was to him again. "I'm going to face this way."

"Kay?" She picked up on the air of confusion in his voice.

She started to pick at her nails, still nervous despite turning away from him. "She…she basically said that you know someone is spoiled by looking at their hands. Smooth, pretty hands, spoiled noble. Scarred, calloused, worn hands means a hard worker." She hesitated, "That they are people worthwhile to have in your life. That they know of hard work and sacrifice."

There was another long silence. Amelia was sure he could hear her heart pounding away in her chest. Dread filled her as Hector's hands gently turned her body to face him. Her eyes looked at the scars on his chest and collar bone. She wouldn't look into his eyes. She didn't want to see the indifference there, or even worse the pity.

"Hey," he whispered, tilting her chin up and her gaze unwillingly met his. There was no contempt. No pity. Just tenderness. "Ya know, I might have thought that at one point in my life. But I don't now." Hector pressed one of her hands to his lips, then rested it on the side of his face. "I've learned that rough hands ain't the only way to show a hard worker or someone who knows of sacrifice."

"Then what does?" She held his gaze, genuinely curious to know his answer.

"Well, in your case, you're right your hands ain't scarred or even rough," Hector stated, looking at her hand. "But I can see the small callouses you have from writin' so much." His fingers traced the areas he spoke of. Amelia's somber expression lightened. "Sometimes ya got ink spots on your hands too. And they smell like the ink and parchment most times."

Amelia felt a warmth radiating from her chest and cheeks. Again, she was struck by how tender and sweet he could be. "Even my well manicured nails? That doesn't say I'm spoiled?"

"Ooh yeah," he drawled, his eyes hooded. "I love your nails. They tell me just how good of a job I do."

Her face went bright red. "Hector!" She playfully scolded.

"What? 'S true," He mumbled casually, wrapping her up in his arms. Her smile was wide and nuzzled into his neck. Hector rolled onto his back, letting her use his chest to rest on. His hands pulled the tunic she wore up, exposing her back to him. His fingers traced over her skin in random patterns.

There was a comfortable silence between them as they lay together. Hector was the one to break the silence, his voice taking a serious tone. "You've done a lot for the kingdom and the people in it. Anyone who tries to tell ya otherwise ain't worth arguin' with."

"Are you sure you aren't saying that because we're in a relationship?" Amelia asked quietly.

He snorted, "I knew that about ya even before we were together. You sacrificed a lot gettin' all that help from other kingdoms an' stuff. You hardly slept or ate when a few of those deals started goin' south. Then ya got them back on board with us. An' then there was that piece a shit diplomat that forced ya to take his deal."

"I wasn't forced Hector," Amelia cut in. "I made a decision. Albeit not the greatest one. But it was my decision."

He lifted up her chin, sighing deeply. It was an argument they had tried to hash out multiple times with no agreement in sight. “Still, you’ve done so much for gettin’ the kingdom back on its feet. Ain’t no one that can tell you otherwise.” He pressed his forehead to hers and rubbed their noses together. “You made me realize that fightin’ for one’s country can take on many different forms.”

Amelia smiled at him, “That was very poetic of you Hector.”

“What can I say? Ya rub off on me.” She giggled as he peppered her face with kisses. Their lips finally met in a soft, but ardent kiss. When they parted he laid his head back and began tracing her back again. His eyes were gentle, but intense at the same time, “I love you Amelia. I know I don’t express it in ways you understand as much, but I do. I love you.”

Amelia felt warmth radiate from her cheeks and chest again, a calm sensation washing over her. Her hands cupped his face, “I love you too Hector.”

#tangled the series #tts oc #tts Hector #Hectelia #oc Amelia #Amelia Renya #fluff #hand kisses #love these two so much #yes i'm so self indulgent #deal with it #suggestive

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cuubism · 5 months

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I didn't even share any exterior shots with you all. Failure.

Go to the New Inn it only takes an hour and a half to get to from central London 😂

Can't miss it the sign is painted on like 50 times, presumably so Dream would DEFINITELY find it.

No WAY Dream can miss this. Well, maybe he can, he can be a bit dense at times.

THE NEW INN! TOP LONDON ATTRACTION! (in my heart)

#can you all believe this is the thing I was most excited about doing for the whole trip 😂#this is my Buckingham palace. this is my London eye #definitely in the top 5 things ive done on a holiday purely for the self indulgent silly quality of the errand 😂#the place is so cute and charming for real and their soup was really good😂#and the neighborhood is nice its right between 2 parks #anyway I'm still riding the high yes indeed #the new inn #dreamling

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thesimpsbasement · 7 months

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"So today's your birthday? Good for you" He says nonchalantly. Meanwhile, you find yourself dumbfounded.

"Please don't tell me that's it" You say as you stare at him almost with pleading eyes.

"My the herbivore sure is greedy. Do you want me to sing you a song or what?" He asks sarcastically, but he immediately regrets his words when he looks at your face...puppy eyes. "Oi, what's that look for?" He grumbles,not pleased with what might come out of your mouth. "Please sing me happy birthday." You plea.Do you get a kick out of his suffering or what? "I'm not singing you happy bi-" before he could finish his sentence, you glare at him. "Leona Kingscholar, you will sing me happy birthday, and that's final." You order. Aherbivore ordering around a prince? Seriously, who do you think you are, but all he does is sigh as he grumbles something incoherent.

"...Happy birthday to youuuu" He begins with the most monotone voice.

"Happy birthday to yoouu"

"Happy birthday dear ____"

"Happy birthday to youuuu"

He ends his little song,ears flatten as he feels embarrassment from head to toe.

"See, wasn't so hard now, was it? Thank you,you're the best!" You say as you peck his lips.

Before you could fully pull away ,Leona cups your cheeks,keeping you in place.

"Seems like our herbivore is a bit forgetful,I haven't given you your present yet" He says,sly smirk on his face.

"Wait so that song wasn't a gift?" You ask,trying to hold back laughter as Leona glares at you.

"You offend me,maybe I shouldn't give you that present" He scoffs

"You're mean" you pout making him chuckle.

"I'm kidding of course, come here" He says before pulling you in a kiss, one of his hands moving from your cheek to the back of your head to pull you in deeper in the kiss. Eventually you pull away,leaving you breathless.

Leona smirks as you catch your breath.

"Happy Birthday ____" He says before quickly pulling you in another kiss.

#I'm a man of my word #he's so bbg #anyway happy birthday to me #leona kingscholar x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland leona x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yes this is indeed self indulgent

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raayllum · 11 months

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Callum took her by the shoulders, anchoring her to him, and she looked at him, a tightness in her chest that had to rival his. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said. “It was my choice.” “I don’t understand,” she said quietly. He shook his head at her again, like he knew she didn’t. “And knowing what I know now,” Callum said grimly, a hand over his heart—where the dark magic would never entirely leave him, even if his love for her had; in that way, anyway—where Aaravos’ claws had sunk into him, and Rayla looked away in shame. It was her fault. “I wouldn’t make a different choice.” Her head snapped up. “What?” “I would do it all over again,” he said. “The dreams, the drowning. Even if you still left me. Even if you never came back. Because it was you or me that day and goddammit, Rayla, you don’t always have to lay yourself down for other people. I’m allowed to protect you—I want to protect you. To worry about you, to care about you. I can choose to risk myself for you. I needed you then and I need you now.” “Callum—” “If things go wrong, do you know why I want you to be the one to kill me?” he said, taking her hands, and she let him. It didn’t feel quite like weakness, even if it was tentative and new, and still so scary. “I know whatever reason it is can’t be good enough.”

—this fall just might kill me

#rayllum #rayllumedit #my fic #fic #post season four #arc 2 #my edits #graphics #multi #personal fave #i got up tonight like 'i am going to make a post that is so self indulgent' (as opposed to any other night Obviously)#also yes i Do foreshadow my own fan theories in my own works #so they can be even funnier when i'm wrong #pining!callum #it's what she deserves #theme: duality #s4

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pourablecat · 10 months

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Okay okay okay I have a mad little headcanon about Granny Weatherwax bear with me through these self-indulgent doodle explanations okay?

So it is a known fact that on any given day she wears enough pins in her hair to build a house.

This causes trouble in things like metal detectors (or fairy circles).

The underlying cause is (the length of) her beautiful unicorn-snaring mane. (See: Lords and Ladies)

So so so so. I headcanon that in the heat of their mid-makeover prank warfare in Maskerade, Nanny orchestrates events so it all gets snipped off. (Jealous, perhaps, of Ridcully?)

But obviously Granny would rock the look.

I am such a sucker for the style-changing haircut. (Plus, no more pins needed now! Except for stabbing purposes.)

#discworld #discworld fanart #gnu terry pratchett #ye gods forgive me this is so self-indulgent #so much drivel #but it's 12:30 am and I'm a bit tired #granny weatherwax #nanny ogg #obviously Roman Holiday was my formative experience with the haircut trope

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fandom-zoomer · 14 days

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I think I may have come up with the best worst tma time travel “fix-it” au (imho)

Inspired by Ketakoshka's 'dread spawn' idea in their dread child jon series, Dribbledscribbles' origin story for the dread powers and extinction entity interpretation in their extinction!jon fic (and some more of the latter in their post-eyepocalypse fic too), as well as my own love for making unholy (aka fun) fusions of things and sandboxing eldritch interactions with the 'mundane' . . .

. . . I have created a post-canon, Somewhere Else, time travel ""fix-it"" story that I think might be unique (at least I've never seen any fics like it– but if I'm wrong then please please share the link!! or dm me if it's your own work hehe but no pressure!!)

(mag 160+ spoilers after this point!)

(i'm about to wax poetics here (hopefully coherently)—so you can read the story-ramble OR you can scroll to the TL;DR at the bottom to skip it & spoilers to read the nutshell & see if you're interested :3)

so get this...

The big Change happens right? But this time the Extinction is a bigger player in the game than canon, and ultimately deeply marks Jon throughout the eyepocalypse.

So when the finale happens, since Jon is now connected to the epicenter of the whole show, his 'death' and the panopticon's destruction has the simultaneous effect of baiting the Dread Powers into the Hole (via his voice in the spools of tape)– and also killing everyone trapped by the Dread Powers in the world via Jon the walking detonator thanks to being entrenched in the Extinction's influence. —Combining both his best and worst plans and realizing his worst nightmare: killing everyone and spreading the Powers to an unknown number of worlds to wreak even more havoc.

How did this happen?

Simple—but first some backstory for context.

The Extinction was more of a 'lurker', much less "outgoing" than its 'siblings'. And when it was "grandiose", well. . . it tended to leave no survivors. Thus its unrecognition by those like Robert Smirke or Jürgen Leitner.

To go back even further, the Dread entities were originally one cohesive entity with many faces and limbs. Its faces reflected the same developmental complexity as the sources of their manifestation. So those with the most diverse species feeding them held the widest capacities. Namely: the Hunt, End, and Extinction. But being a singular entity, it didn't mean much.

But as human species' family lines develop and grow more complex cognitive ability, more esoteric Dreads developed, and more faces become more complex. And the Extinction was right there from the beginning as more species died out one by one. Quietly. (...maybe? 👀)

Over time humans discovered the Powers and bonded with them, then started to classify them. From here, the Dread entity fragmented into Dread entities.

They developed their own 'consciousnesses' distinct from the hive 'mind' they once were. And, eventually, sapience. Self-awareness. Desires. Personalities. But they were still connected, part of the 'system'.

The Extinction and the Web (newer, but always sapient) are a quirky pair, the Web seeking control over everything and the Extinction seeking ultimate entropy and change upon its catastrophe.

It's hard to distinguish the Extinction exactly, its work misidentified for others with few under its own unique umbrella. Things 'unique' to it get missed due to being a misnomer and not getting clocked. (But that is the nature of the Dread Powers after all.. being a fragmentation of their original singular mass.)

...

The Extinction represents the fear of disaster that will bring about the end of everything—everything you know, love, need to survive. Everything you built, worked for, hoped for. The destruction of stories and of life, of the very history written by your land—your home.

Your community. Your society. Your species.

You.

Annihilated in totality.

The Extinction represents the fear of those that come after you to replace you—worse than you, different from you. Leaving you and your history and stories (the driver of your continued existence) forgotten forever. The fear of life moving on after you, ignorant and apathetic. Your story meaningless, irrelevant.

Your community's story. Your society's story. Your species' story.

Your story.

Erased and written over.

The Web represents the fear of being controlled, fate being out of your hands—by malevolent authorities out of reach, by abusive companions or relatives, by invisible forces far beyond the human comprehension. Spinning, winding, twisting, pulling each decision in your life made for you. Until destruction of the self by your own hand.

Your struggle for change futile. Your feet following the same path. Your fate determined for you.

You forfeit control—your feet march you to your bitter demise.

The Web represents the fear of being conspired against. Scheming, plotting, planning your downfall. The loss of everything you hold dear, worked for, bled for. Spinning, twisting, scripting lies about you. Your credibility falls to pieces, your world shatters, and your story distorts.

You are kept alive by the spreading of your story. And the people have decided to trust the manufactured tale.

You are forgotten—twisted into an image of something wrong.

...

Sometimes they're at odds. Where one seeks to manipulate the threads of everything endlessly, the other seeks to destroy it all so thoroughly, with such finality, as to mutate it– the schemes, the pawns, the gameboard itself.

Sometimes they're complementary. Where you watch as you lose everyone you cared for one by one, spiraling down a path darker into entropy, the irreversible nightmare, and wondering if you ever really had free will in the first place– if anyone did.

What if the end for you really was just another game to them? What if this wasn't their first round? What if you're just the next step in the grand scheme, larger than even your own universe?

Alright, now with that out of the way, let's bring back the question.

How did the Extinction change Jon, and how did this cause the altered result of the finale?

The Web has been there since the near beginning, pulling Jon along and guiding him to his next milestone in the plot. She had known the world would come to an end one way or another, and wanted to bring it about on her own terms so that she—they all—could escape it.

So when the Web saw what the Eye was doing, she had an idea. So she aided their acolytes, seeing her sibling as the perfect way to bring all of them together for the final step. And the Web set her own card onto the board: Jon.

Jon had a natural disposition for the Eye; from stubborn curiosity to the reckless pursuit for answers to even the coldest cases. Whether he knows it or not, his mind is a gaping maw for horrible knowledge—chasing after experiences disguised as answers to his burning questions so dreadful they leave scars on him like sigils of a looming doom.

While he has no affinity for the Web's machinations, he is still hers. She has no issue with guiding agents from across the court, she knows how to share. Especially when it benefits her. Jon archives each event, every little detail, with such care and readiness that he makes the perfect vessel to pull them in—to guide them out. He'd flourish best as her tool in the Watcher's sphere.

After the Watcher's Crown and the Dread Powers came into the world, the Extinction started to make its presence known. It seeped into other Domains and fed on the people's dread for permanent catastrophic change, on their fear of ruin and total desctruction. And as Jon traversed them and lived through their fear, so was he marked by the Extinction.

It seeped into his skin like oil and burned through his veins like acid. It tainted his trails with the radioactivity of human hubris and greed, twisting and mutating both the mundane and Dreadful as he passed. It closed its grasp on him with the tightness plastic rings and infected his Perceived routes with the stench of mountainous landfill and the thickness of city smog.

The Web and the Extinction had a complex relationship, but in this moment they guided the Archivist in synchronous song like a soldier being led to his final mission: dropping the nuclear bomb.

Did Jon know?

...

No.

The twines of manipulation layer labyrinthine over everything, above and below and through every angle and dimension. Even the Nigh-Omniscient Antichrist and his All-Knowing God will never fathom its depths.

He might never know that he helped start the Extinction's ritual: Raze the Earth.

Or that both the Web and the Eye knew and did nothing. (honestly, the latter's only there for the show)

So when Martin stabbed Jon and Melanie lit the gas mainline, the threads around the world snapped and the glowing light of humanity's greatest sins exploded over everything—

—and they prayed—

—and they wept—

—and the Dreads rushed out torrentially. (pulling a few strays with them)

Now for the part you were all waiting for (well I was)—the Heart of this AU

The Dread Powers and the ones who were dragged with them were transported Somewhere Else– a parallel world in a parallel universe. But they were. . . Changed from their previous/original selves.

The tag-alongs—Martin & Jon of course, but also Annabelle Cane, Oliver Banks, Simon Fairchild, and Arthur Nolan—replaced their parallels at birth, and gained partial or full amnesia to their past lives. But their personalities are altered, reflecting some aspects of their pre-finale personalities.

Except for Jon. Jon, the Pupil of the Eye, the Warhead of the Extinction, the Spools of the Web, the Archive of the Dreads and linchpin to their escape. . . was significantly destroyed in the center of the storm. He got it and so much worse—a stick so short its existence was inverted.

While they did get reach the new universe, they had to reconstruct their linchpin/Archive that they're still connected to so that his total destruction doesn't tear them apart as well (being an Extinction avatar that's now deeply connected with them, he's capable of "taking them down with him").

When Jon was reborn, he was literally thrown into the world like a meteorite, landing with an explosive blast that rendered the surrounding area a lifeless wasteland in moments. High radioactivity and a deathly curse left few flora or fauna returning before wasting away soon after. Those that 'survived' did so by being infected by the Extinction or Corruption.

It would permanently remain uninhabitable, and it would take months before the withered stillborn spawn of the sapient eldritch Dread Entities would crawl out of the jagged crater on its own, none the wiser to its tragedies.

TL;DR

The Web manipulated Jon's attempt to put a stop to the Entities' reign, utilizing the Eye's easy influence to help the Dreads escape the world and into a fresh new one before they were also destroyed in the Extinction's "Raze the World" ritual (set up by using Jon to weave toxic-filled veins throughout the world he was traversing that'll explode at once 'grand finale' style).

Jon, now deeply binded to the Entities' purest forms and still an Extinction time-bomb, was mostly destroyed during the trip to Somewhere Else and the Entities had to reconstruct him so his death wouldn't destroy them too. This led to Jon being reborn a near completely different being (with some of him preserved) as functionally the direct spawn of the Dread Powers, replacing his parallel counterpart from the new world.

#yes i made him So Much Worse ur welc <333 #if you couldn't tell this is my favorite self-indulgent au #i love jon he's my favorite ragdoll /aff #so sorry for the length i honestly thought it'd be shorter :8 #i have a name for this au but it's also the name of a collection of au's so lmk if you have a name for this one specifically!#i'd love to hear any thoughts!#don't be shy but don't feel obligated #tma #tma au #yafc au #yafc-j au #tma time travel au #tma somewhere else #it's not really a 'fix-it' au i'm just used to that being part of the name lol #ig it'll depend where the au goes whether it's a fix-it or just me using jon as a sandboxing dummy #tma jon #jonathan sims #tma entities #jonmartin #to-be #(sorry for the clickbait jonmartin consumers they're not in this post just the au hehe)#tma writing #my writing #god i'm probly gonna cringe at the mess of these tags later but whatever i'm too busy riding my high to care atm #future me's problem #my post

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umbratheshadowfamiliar · 5 months

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One thing I find incredibly interesting about ZSakuVA and his series 'The Nobel Trials' is actually the character of the listener.

And I know you all are thinking:

"Umbra... It is a self insert listener..."

But just hear me out.

Zaros, as a very far leftist, embodies most of the beliefs that I hold true in my day to day existence. About opening everything to the public and providing better education, healthcare, food ect to all.

But the thing is we aren't Zaros we are essentially elon musk's kid. Granted the listener's mother does seem very kind but that kind of wealth and the established listener's character makes them seem unnaturally callous. Which quite frankly they are.

But that's no fun to me.

So instead I have been coming up with the most petty and slightly devil's advocate counterarguments to every single claim that Zaros is making about this listener. Also as well as considering why the listener acts the way they do. I plan on making this in a list because I find this so entertaining. It will probably be called something like #Zaros' listener's character study.

This post I'm mainly use as a PSA to say that this is merely a character analysis. Zaros, while he does have his flaws, I objectivly agree with politically so far in the series (Ep 2). This is all a bit of banter and I hope you all can enjoy as much as I do!

Umbra 🕯

#I used to get called a communist in high school for obvious reasons...#But whenever I get insulted by an asmr character I am forced by theatre kid law to 'yes and...' him #i am super excited #and like tell me what you all think too!#Zaros' Listener's Character Study #asmr #asmr roleplay #zsakuva #zsaku #The Nobel Trials #Zaros #This is entirely about stuff the listener actually did or the beliefs the hold #if their ma hasn't fixed it and Zaros brings it up as a gotcha I'm #not taking it #audio roleplay #this is so self indulgent #Finally I am not literally the devil. if Zaros says something obviously right... like people deserve food. i'm not gonna be arguing.

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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 6 months

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Eclipse

Written for the @jilytoberfest prompt 31: "An Alternative ending for 31 October, 1981." This is also a @jilymicro-oops using the prompt words: Blip, Flip, Clip, Rip, and Trip.

Oh...also...this is definitely a sneaky prequel to Kindly Stopped for Me, but it can easily be read independently of that fic!

Summary: On 31 October, 1981, James faces his worst fear, Lily does the impossible, and one friend is left to pick up the pieces.

Read now on AO3

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