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[digitalta]

Hello. What is your general interpretation of Voldemort's character? There are so many but so far your fanfictions with him are one of the few I agree with.

Oh boy.

This is a very difficult question to answer. Namely, I view a very distinct difference between cannon Voldemort, and my Voldemort. In truth, we don't see that much of cannon outside of larger event points. This causes us to speculate on a lot of his characterization or potential reasons leading to his eventual actions.

I deeply hope you're referring to Diablerie for how I view him, since that is my attempt to give reasoning to actions.

Larger interpretation: he is not antisocial personality (despite what people often say). I'd say he has had significant recurrent exposure to a stressor or trauma in childhood/youth, forcing him to simultaneously have very high self-awareness and very high self-criticism.

Rationale: he doesn't fit the "classic" antisocial, nor does he fit any other personality disorders. Sure, he has traits, but those are developed via situational factors and environments. Don't get me wrong, he's one bitch of a person, but he isn't a clean cut diagnosis as much as people want him to be. He isn't fleshed out enough by the books to give concrete information. Sure, in the books how we see him you could loosely equate him to antisocial (or that's how I think J.K. Rowling tried to accomplish. Maybe read some WebMD articles and thought they had it down), but the inconsistencies lay in the fact that he couldn't end up where we see him if he continuously acted that way. How he is in Hogwarts does not match how he is outside of Hogwarts. That's the problem, so I attempted my best to flesh out how he got to where he is with the most logical development I could, while omitting some other traits. That's all I could do without making a full case-study

General interpretation: He's J.K. Rowling's attempt to write a "psychopath" without knowing how to do so, then back-peddled, then made him a paradox that irritates me to this day.

(If you want me to actually explain this in super depth, let me know. I figured this was long enough as an Ask. I could vent for hours about this)

(Oh, and I am currently typing this from my office, where I work on an inpatient behavioural health unit/mental health unit on my lunch break. You think analyzing them is hard, I'm out here trying to reform them.)

[aliferous-ly]

guys im so . rhgrrbtbrhtbrhrh i cant stop thinking about tango of the tek variety. blorbeaux. my brain is filled with thoughts of himzst. im unwell. I have NO TIME to properly go bonkers but even if i did i would overflow there is not enough space in my tiny body.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Death and Taxes

Title: Death, Taxes, and the Fenton Exception

Gotham was a city used to chaos—supervillains, vigilantes, the occasional alien invasion. But for one day a year, fear reigned over even the most hardened criminals. That day was April 15th—Tax Day.

And there was one man who became a model citizen exactly once a year: The Joker.

“Oh, you can gas the mayor, blow up the zoo, or replace the city's water supply with lime gelatin,” the Joker once told Harley, lovingly licking a stamp. “But you do not mess with the Internal Revenue Service.”

Danny Fenton didn’t get it.

“Why is everyone so freaked out about taxes?” he asked, lazily floating upside-down in the Batcave, sipping a soda. “It’s not like they’re gonna send hitmen after you or something.”

Jason, perched on the edge of the Batcomputer, stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “They literally will, Danny. That’s exactly what they do.”

Bruce, arms crossed and trying to make sense of Danny's W-2s—which were somehow written on ectoplasm paper thank you ghost writer and referenced “liminal hazard bonuses”—grunted. “Everyone pays taxes. Everyone.”

Danny shrugged. “Not me.”

Tim looked up from his tablet, eyebrows slowly rising. “What do you mean, not you?”

“I mean,” Danny said, setting his soda down with a slight fizz of anti-gravity, “the Fentons don’t pay taxes.”

“…You’re evading federal law?” Damian asked flatly, already reaching for the Bat-phone. “Father, allow me to call the IRS.”

“No no no,” Danny said, raising his hands. “We’re not allowed to pay taxes.”

Silence.

“What.”

It took less than twenty minutes for Oracle to hack the federal database and confirm the impossible.

The Fenton family has not paid a single tax in six generations.

There was a note on their file. A glowing, pulsing, red note—signed and sealed by multiple high-ranking officials and stamped with a Department of Defense warning tag. It read:

FENTON EXCEPTION ACT - CLASSIFIED DO NOT ENGAGE. DO NOT CONTACT. DO NOT AUDIT. THEY ARE TO BE LEFT ALONE. [Subnote: In the event of unsolicited contact, consider immediate relocation and witness protection.]

“Why?” Dick finally asked, trying not to sound hysterical. “Why in the actual haunted tax-code hell are they exempt?”

“I dunno,” Danny said. “Mom said something about Great-Grandpa Jack accidentally collapsing a dimension when he filed with the wrong form. The IRS has left us alone ever since.”

“What form?” Bruce demanded, looking more distressed than he had when Gotham was overrun by Fear Toxin.

Danny scratched his head. “I think it was called... uh... Form 66-Ectoplasm-B? Or maybe that was the one that summoned a wraith accountant? Oh, wait—that was Grandma Fenton…”

Meanwhile…

At an undisclosed IRS location deep under D.C., in a steel bunker reinforced with both magic and nuclear shielding, a red light began to blink.

The agents in the room froze.

“Is that…?” one whispered.

“Fenton ping. But it’s passive. Someone looked them up.”

The lead agent, an old man with a cybernetic eye and an exorcism tattoo burned into his hand, swore under his breath and lit a cigar with trembling fingers.

“God help them. Someone in Gotham must’ve tripped the file.”

Back in Gotham…

The Joker, halfway through filling out his Schedule C, saw the alert pop up on his monitor: Fenton Account Flagged – Gotham Search. He dropped his pen.

“No… No no no no no.”

He reached for his emergency bag: clown nose, fake passport, and a one-way ticket to Fiji.

“Harley!” he screeched. “Pack the hyenas—we’re going off-grid! The Fentons have surfaced!”

That night, Batman received an anonymous, trembling message from the IRS:

“Please, for the love of all that is holy, tell your newest ward to never attempt to file a tax return. We still haven’t recovered from the last time. The Department of Dimensional Finance sends its regards.”

Bruce turned to Danny. “What did your family do?”

Danny shrugged. “I mean, one of our fridge magnets is a minor god of debt collection, so maybe that’s part of it?”

Bruce just groaned and added “Fenton Family Finances” to the Batcomputer’s Top Threats—right between “Joker’s Laughing Gas Variants” and “Demon-Summoning TikTok Teens.”

And so, the truth became legend in Gotham:

There are two things certain in life—Death and Taxes.

Unless you’re a Fenton.

Then even the IRS fears you.

[soaringwide]

Pick a Card: What makes you feel alive and inspired in life?

PILE 1 🩷 > PILE 2 🩵 > PILE 3 ❤️

We are all driven by different things, and it's easy to lose track of that when you are distracted by the noise of the world.

Today, I want to look at what lights up your spark, what makes you feel alive and inspired in life.

Whether you want to simply get to know yourself better, or get a little reassurance in a difficult time, this reading is meant to be empowering and uplifting, and help you remember what makes life feel soulful for you.

Remember that this is a general reading meant for many people. Take what resonates and leave out the rest. Never forget that you are the leader of your own life and you make the call on what you want to do, believe and think, or not.

If you like my style, feel free to check out my paid readings on ko-fi or the link bellow.

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PILE 1 🩷

Cards: The River, Ace of Cups, Judgement, the Devil, the Hermit, 3 of Pentacles

Life is a flowing journey for all, but you take it to heart.

You feel the most alive and inspired when you embrace what the great current of life brings to you in order to wash away the decaying parts of yourself and shed your old skin.

To you, life is all about transforming yourself. The Existential Grindstone putting pressure on what needs to change and forcing you to be born anew. You do not like being stagnant, for murky waters poison your sense of purpose. You like movement within yourself, and knowing that you are always growing, always learning and expanding.

You are not scared to go into the depths of yourself to face your own limitations and shortcomings. There is a humming in your heart, a whisper calling for change. You are an eternal student of life, dedicated to becoming a better person and experiencing life in its purest form: as a journey toward yourself. There is a well of patience and a vivid energy in you, merging wisdom gained from experience and the pure heart of youth.

There is a subnote about healing here, and I think, one some level, you feel the most soulful when you manage to shift things within you and witness the metamorphosis happening within yourself, so that you can sooth your pains and let go of the past. I see you being hyper aware of the darker or heavier aspects of yourself, and you are not scared of them because you know that within them lie the opportunity to bring more light, to expand and rise above. To break the chains stopping you from feeling truly alive.

I also believe that you wish for a fairer world, and that you know that it all start with yourself. And while appearing very in tune with your deeper self, which implies holding the most tender part of yourself secret, I know that you do not lose sight of the world around you, and that by building yourself, you can help build a better world too.

You will feel unaligned with life when you swim against the current. The world is a river carrying you and connecting us all, and in this life, you will feel the most alive and inspired when you accept to flow with it, to let events and people shape you, helping you build yourself, helping you write your own unique story.

PILE 2 🩵

Cards: The Castle, Death, 4 of Wands, the Lovers, Page of Pentacles, 10 of Cups

For this pile, I'm getting that you are well aware of the illusions of materialism and consumerism, and that you don't want to get lured in by dulling comfort and shiny luxuries. Most people accumulate things to build walls around them and to fill the void inside their soul, and it is possible that you were like that at some point, but you realized it led nowhere and embraced a deep change of your way of living and experiencing life.

I think your soul craves simplicity and honest connections with people, and that you feel the most alive when you manage to break away from the decadence of our post modern way of living next to each other (rather than truly together) and obsession with accumulating senseless things. "Why do we constantly need more, and when is more ever enough?" Could be a pretty significant idea for you and something your draw inspiration from.

You see this issue clearly and feel inspired by the dream of a more authentic and open world, and world that you could share with people you love and cherish.

It's like you want life to be a great party where everyone is equal and we all have enough to live and love freely, and when you manage to dive into that, do your part on your level, you feel invigorated, inspired and alive. It's also possible that you seek situations that encourage this feeling and feel inspired by that. Little moments of truth stolen from the surrounding madness that you see in the world.

I think connecting with people, from friends and family to heartfelt exchanges with strangers, is so important to you and make you feel soulful, and I see you either dreaming to have your own love nest (family of any kind, or community), or already having it and feeling the happiest when you can share these simple and authentic moments with your loved ones.

Life is a gift to be experienced with others, what is the point of living if only for yourself?

PILE 3 ❤️

Cards: The King, the Magician, 10 of Cups, 4 of Cups, 7 of Wands, Ace of Wands, Strength

You are someone who feels the most alive when you can lead the way and leverage your influence, skills and knowledge for the greater good and happiness of those around you.

You have a strong and proud soul, a regal heart and you know you can do lot of good with your positive influence, be it by protecting, leading or inspiring others to do more and better.

You are highly motivated and dedicated to make your wishes happen in the world. You feel highly stimulated when you are pushed to overcome struggles and obstacles, when you can rise above and prove yourself. You are highly resilient and will not let others make you feel small and weak. On the contrary, I think that inspires you to expand and become a greater version of yourself.

For you, time spent waiting passively for life to bring you what you want is wasted time. You find indecision and uncertainty distasteful and always strive to become more. The world will not open its doors for you if you do nothing, and you find that extremely stimulating and it gives you a sense of purpose that make you feel alive.

You might be someone who collects hobbies and passion because you enjoy learning and expanding your range of skills. You feel the most alive when you feel busy and can work hard on something you set your mind to. You want to be a master at many things, and you enjoy the process of reaching that point more than the actual end of the journey.

You want to be able to show the world all that you have accomplished, and it's pushing you forward and keeping your inspired.

[indiweb]

宿儺 、 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 ◞ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀.

spoiled brat ⋆ ryomen sukuna

꒰ྀི՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ྀི . . . how sukuna embraces his loving affection. ── est relationship. fluff. sgstv. / smau / © 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. ᐢ..ᐢ

dreypunte. i honestly loved making these so i might make more idk >~< !!

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝜗ϱ

" i’m a klutz , not ⠀⠀ a damn fool , idiot. "

⭑ tainted flesh of blemish.

⭒ sukuna absolutely love love lovesss when you take the initiative to mark him as your own. with as many times as he did it to you, he couldn’t get enough when you returned the gesture. even if you posted it to your socials— which he had no idea how to decipher or navigate— he didn’t care, he’d blast it all over every national news station if he could. he wanted the world to know that you were his and him yours.

⭑ articles picked like flowers.

⭒ aside from your physical affection, sukuna thoroughly enjoyed dressing you at any time you woke up in one of those moods where you were entirely uninterested in getting ready yourself. murmuring spanish incoherent nothings all the while he had to scoop your limp figure from beneath the duvet sheets of your shared king-sized bed. he loved pairing some of your favorite pieces together, layering your outfits with multiple pieces to give it depth. his all time favorite part was definitely accessorizing, especially when he got to clasp that delicate little silver ‘RS’ necklace around your collar.

⭑ physical obsessions held tenderly.

⭒ if there was one thing about sukuna that everyone knew, it was that he could never keep his hands off you. every second you were with him he always had to have a hand on you somehow. whether it was kneading the flesh of your plump thighs whilst he diligently worked through files that stacked along his desktop. or, rubbing the small of your back with his mind lost in thought about the next plan of action him and his men would take, you sitting obediently with a nail file in hand and chiseled fingertips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀" ay dío , you’re gonna ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀give me a damn bruise. "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝜗ϱ

. *. ⋆ subnotes. had a dream about this format style , don’t ask why or how cause idk i just did >.<

━━━━━━━━

﹙⠀𝓢.⠀﹚𝐔𝐊𝐔���𝐓𝐓𝐄⠀𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works. ✧ ִֶָ ، !

[novantinuum]

Reformation ref sheet for an AU Steven (named "Astra") who's been invading my brain since like,, April. It's VERY wide, apologies. There's a lot going on here because this man is incredibly old and has poofed way too many times for varying reasons. (See This post for how I headcanon that Steven can poof and still be considered a hybrid being.)

While I will not talk in huge length about certain aspects of his AU on this blog due to some of it involving strong NSFW themes, there is a ridiculous amount of other lore I've developed over time for Astra, and I love him to death. He is my sad, lonely mans who I metaphorically hurl against the wall like a sticky hand when I need to feel something.

This version of Steven will likely never have any kind of full ass fic or comic made about him. Despite that, I do enjoy sharing some art and fun character lore for him from time to time. So, I might as well finally give followers like... literally ANY context for him. I've had this ref sheet for a while and just have never gotten around to throwing it on here, LOL.

Ridiculously long dump about my guy under the cut.

Subnote, this was supposed to be a quick post but I can't help myself and wrote you a fucking BOOK under the cut because I love my guy so much UWU

(Content warning I guess for like, extremely vague mentions of Steven/Steven later on.)

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The huge tl;dr of Astra is as follows: he's a version of Steven who exists for SO long that he basically transforms into something of an ancient, lonely god.

He's outlived every single person he once knew as a child, and so as a result is starved for affection. At the same time, being vulnerable is the absolute scariest thing for him and he's really shit at navigating relationships, F.

The guy is THE most powerful living creature in his entire universe by the end, and yet remains a soft-spoken, (generally) benevolent soul. He dedicates himself to acting as caretaker for the vast, populous world he exists within, and to maintain the continuing legacy of Gemkind. A big discovery that occurs in this AU is that Gems are in fact susceptible to entropy over the span of millions of years and will eventually fall "inert," (but not him because of weird hybrid biology stuff he honestly sees as more of a curse than a blessing) so a huge plotline early on in Astra's lifespan is trying to either find a "cure" for this issue or to develop a means by which new generations of Gems can be created without the reinstatement of Kindergartens so Gemkind doesn't overtly go extinct.

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But, to start... this Steven diverges off a point in canon- this is the timeline where he actually takes up the Diamonds on their offer of the throne in the movie, believing he may have a better chance of heralding true societal change working from the INSIDE rather than stepping away. Because he pours himself so thoroughly into his role on Homeworld and his mind is continuously occupied by this purpose, he never experiences the events SU: Future, nor does he develop his "pink mode" (yet...) or corrupt at all.

However, he's also so engrossed in his work that he's... kind of a shit boyfriend to Connie as years go on. (In that he's not terribly attentive... always super busy... their visits are often cut short, or few and far between.) Their relationship never really goes anywhere as a result, though Connie wants it to. To be fair so does Steven, but he's so scared that everything he's worked so hard to organize and set up in this new era will fall apart if he steps aside from his role for even a moment that he can't allow himself to follow that want.

At some point here he learns he can poof through a complete freak accident, and that's where things really begin to change in this timeline.

It takes a good few months for him to reform, but once he does he's back at it with all his work on Homeworld pretty quick.

The thing is... he doesn't have an innate physical need to eat or drink or sleep anymore, because he now consists of entirely hard light. It mimics human biology to an insane degree, so he COULD do all those things, but he doesn't need them to persist. So... he kinda takes this as an excuse to cut those activities out of his schedule entirely so he can spend more time focused on his duties as a diamond.

Connie is NOT a fan of this, and this leads to some debate and tension within their relationship. That being said, they remain an item...

Up until out of nowhere, Connie dies in an accident on Earth while Steven is off planet in a place where he doesn't have any contact with them for a few days. By the time the Gems are able to get in touch with him, it's far too late to resurrect her.

The kicker? In the autopsy it's discovered that she was a few weeks pregnant when she died.

Steven is emotionally gutted by this... and the thought of what could have been... and poofs.

The guy is understandably destroyed when he comes back in his next form, and his form reflects that- his gem flips as a sort of metaphorical severing from his own humanity.

He spends a long while in a deep depression at the loss of his childhood sweetheart... at the loss of any potential for (as far as he sees) a "normal" human life. There's a part of him that resents the choices he's made to end up in this present, but like, there's still work to be done.

And as the years move on, a LOT of that work is mitigating the growing relations (for better or for worse) between Gems and humans as humanity stretches their legs and reaches out into the stars. Humans kinda get... really aggressive in their expansion though, and quite territorial, and it leads towards some inevitable conflict between them and Gemkind. This time, with them more at fault. Things get so spicy that some groups of humans and Gems go to war.

Steven tries to mitigate one of these situations at the front lines- and gets poofed by a disgruntled Gem, speared straight through the back because she (kinda wrongly) assumed he would take the humans' side due to his ancestral ties to them.

When he reforms this time, he is glowing a perpetual pink. The Gems don't really know what to make of this, but he seems to be in perfectly fine health otherwise, so they assume it's just a normal aspect of this new neutral form.

And while this isn't something Steven has context to figure out until like... billions of years later, what's actually happened is that he's entered a permanent pink mode, pretty much. Guy's just got that much bottled up, unaddressed trauma.

He spends a long time in this form, and over all these thousands of years oversees the slow return to peace between Gems and humans... their marriage as a space age federation... and their deeper exploration of the galaxy. Beyond their home solar systems exist a bounty of alien species they've yet to meet... some friendly, some less so. There's definitely some conflict that crops up amidst the local galactic neighborhood when Gems and humans show up on the playing field here, lol.

But all-in-all, Steven develops a fairly peaceful and predictable routine during this reformation- living more like a Gem than ever before. He's still got the Crystal Gems at his side through all of this, and they are some of his greatest confidants.

And then... without any warning... Gems begin to go inert. Amethyst is among them.

Some of them simply stop reforming after they poof... especially those who were older Gems, or who have been cracked before. Steven and the other Diamonds using their powers together are able to "fix" this at first and "jumpstart" their reformation, but it's just a bandaid of a fix- these Gems will fall inert again pretty soon. And the longer they persist without poofing from alternate causes, the more unstable their form, power, and memory becomes. (Think of this as Gem dementia at its late stages,,, oof.)

The bottom line? Just like organics, Gems aren't immune to the forces of entropy. Sooner or later, their gemstones will decay from the inside out. Stubborn to find a way to save the ones he loves as he watches them slowly deteriorate all around him, Steven dedicates himself to trying to find a cure. But deep down, a part of him recognizes the futility of this. What he believes Gemkind actually needs to do is to develop a means of rebooting Gem incubation that doesn't destroy planets, so they can rebuild their quickly dwindling population and keep their legacy alive.

The big problem with this is that Gems take a SHIT load of energy and resources to properly incubate, so that puzzle will take a long ass time to sort out. There's kinda a lot of chaos that happens during this time. The reality of their own blunt mortality freaks out a bunch of Gems, and Steven has to do damage control with the heads of state for a lot of other alien species.

In the interim, all the Crystal Gems and some of the Diamonds (White is still in the picture, though) end up falling inert. Pearl is the last of the CGs to do so.

Steven is understandably SUPER gutted about this, and poofs yet again. (Lol notice a theme? Poor mans keeps poofing from friggin' anguish. Help him.)

After reforming with barely any changes, it's right back to work for this guy. He and the rest of his team of researchers are unable to find any cure for Gems decaying and falling inert, but they do end up making huge leaps and bounds in other kinds of tech. One of these advances allows Steven to finally deep-scan his own gemstone down to the atomic level to check for decay- this was previously a process that was very invasive, and came at the risk of irreparably damaging a Gem, but not anymore.

He expects to find evidence of the same micro decay that's been slowly eating away at the rest of Gemkind within his OWN diamond, but the thing is...

He just... ISN'T decaying at all? Even though the sheer age of this gemstone itself should suggest otherwise? As it turns out though, his existence as a hybridized being makes him kind of... an anomaly. When he first reformed all those thousands of years ago, all the data within his gem- data that would otherwise be susceptible to decay- was translated into genetic material. DNA that's woven entirely out of hard-light... but, DNA that has also been constantly regenerating itself thanks to a combination of all the intricate biochemistry surrounding the human telomere and his healing powers.

In other words, he is incapable of falling inert from natural causes, like micro decay. He's functionally immortal. Unless someone shatters him (or... heaven forbid... he shatters himself) he simply can't die.

Which, all of a sudden, makes his race to save Gemkind from their quickly approaching extinction all the more personal. Because if he FAILS- then he'll be the very last of Gemkind. There will be no one else left in this world who is even remotely like him. (Humanity has mixed and mingled with the galactic locals so much by now that they're very much unrecognizable from what they once were.)

His spirit is very nearly broken by this discovery, and he is severely tempted to throw all his own principles out the window and just sanction the construction of new Kindergartens again, if only to keep the dwindling Gem populations up and birth new generations. Perhaps surprisingly, it's White Diamond- the last Gem left who Steven actually knew since the very beginning- who urges him to reconsider. To not give up on his own morality, to not revert all the miraculous changes he's worked for these long few million years.

The big shift in the tides is when he discovers the means to jump to alternate timelines, and thus the existence of the greater multiverse. This allows him to gather intel and ideas from a far greater spectrum of sources.

And eventually... it's with the aid of many alt versions of himself from other lines across the multiverse that leads to him finding a suitable, eco-friendly solution to his Gem incubation problem. (This is the aspect of this AU I cannot discuss in length for discretion's sake. Use your imagination. Or don't, I don't care.)

The following two sections, I'll be talking more about the broad thematics than anything else. At this point, know that there are now new batches of Gems being created all the time. Gemkind is no longer at risk of any extinction, but now- like any stable organic species- new Gems are made at the same rate that they fall inert.

So, the BIGGEST thing here with this reformation is that this is overtly where this guy picks up the name "Astra." Why a name change? Well, after White finally went inert, leaving him the last Diamond in existence within this line, it basically just felt... upsetting to him, to continue to go by a name that every person he ever loved used for him. Thus, the new name is overtly a means to distance himself from that past, and from that pain. (It's also a name he chooses while thinking back to a meaningful conversation he had with White, back before she went inert, oOF. I'll probably yell about that at some point in another post.)

So, too, is the lack of any tangible facial features. He HAS a face, but others just can't see it. He subconsciously obscures it from almost everyone's sight as a means of avoiding vulnerability. One might also have noticed by now that this guy's proportions have gotten like, really strange and sorta "stretched out" over time the larger he becomes... and this is intentional, as it's yet another way he's just becoming more inhuman in form, yet another way he's internally separating himself from those humble human origins of his.

But here's the thing, though.

Deep, deep down, to be human and to live a simple human life is basically all he's ever craved. It's everything he feels he's lost forever, with the death of his Connie. And instead, he's kinda stuck in a hellish sunk cost fallacy of his own making, acting as eternal caretaker for this world that- no matter what he does to try and make it a better place- will never quite be PERFECT. Thus, in his mind, even though he's literally fixed Gemkind's BIGGEST problem, he can't Stop. He can't Rest. He simply can't allow himself himself to lay down and Sink Away into the unknown.

And even if he could allow himself to do so, he is so, so scared of walking that path alone.

If he's going to die... he wants that end to be at a lover's side.

How, though, is someone who's basically a god supposed to find anyone in this multiverse with experiences they can remotely relate to?

Well... ultimately, Astra finds that it's far, far easier to build up a close relationship with varying versions of himself than anyone else. He's... kinda trash at it, though. This guy has so much bottled up Gunk in his head and is so starved for any form of affection that he has a habit of throwing WAY too much of himself into the relationships he engages in, and expecting that same level of commitment in return. There's one relationship with an alt Steven he's in for a while that ends up pretty unhealthily co-dependent before it fizzles out, and then another where he assumes the individual is committing to this partnership for the long run, but then no... actually Astra was always pouring more into this dynamic than he was receiving in return.

This second relationship, when it ends, is pretty devastating to him- since it was one that lasted for like, a LONG ass time. Unimaginably long. We're talking billions of years, here.

Uh-oh! And now he's even more distanced from other people. Folks can't even parse his actual chosen name at this point- except he isn't really consciously aware of this for a while?? It's yet another silent cry for help, yet another internal defense mechanism specially intended to keep others from truly getting to know him. Because every time he does... stars. No matter what he does, he keeps getting hurt. Almost everyone he knows and loves is torn from his life eventually... if not by death, then by some form of tragedy... and he's just so, so tired.

He wants literally ANYTHING to change in his life. He craves some new form of purpose. He craves the attention of someone who might love him as passionately as he loves them.

For a while, he almost believes he's found that- in yet another close relationship he forges with an alt version of himself- but while this other Steven does care for him immensely, it's only as a friend. Which kinda kills Astra, because he's like, lost in the sauce levels of In Love with this guy. There's a LOOOOOOT of story I have here with this, oh my god. If I am thinking about this AU I am usually thinking about this Old Man Yaoi. The great bulk of it is very NSFW themed though, so y'all getting the cliff notes.

The MOST important thing to know though, is that Astra both makes intense leaps and strides in once again allowing himself to be vulnerable with this man, and ALSO kinda intensely fucks their whole mutually agreed situationship up. It's messy. I am crying and wailing at these two old dumbasses. Jesus fucking christ.

But then, it's in the aftermath of this whole deal that an individual named Orion comes into the picture.

Orion quite literally falls into Astra's world by complete accident, but it's a very lucky accident- because she is a diamond hybrid version of Connie from another universe who- beyond a few differences- has a strikingly similar history to his. The big difference, though? She never found a means to create new Gems without Kindergartens, so she was the last of just a few thousand Gems who existed in her entire line. Part of a deeply endangered species.

This version of Connie arrives in some very deep mental turmoil, and so Astra does his best to give them a stable home and a place to heal. And while a past version of him might've been tempted to throw way too much of himself into the slow building rapport they have, he's blessedly Learned a thing or two from the past few major relationship experiences he's had... and chooses to like, ease up. Just offer himself as a friend first and foremost, should they care for one. Man learns restraint, lol.

And it's a damn GOOD thing that he does, because out of the genuine friendship they foster, Orion is the one who ultimately falls in love with him first. The relationship that's established here is one that's balanced, a true partnership where they simply make each other better people. It's through Orion's encouragement that Astra eventually reconnects and makes up with that last person he had an intense relationship with, even.

In time, Astra truly grows to thrive with Orion in his life. He becomes a far more open, vulnerable person, someone who feels safe to truly exist as who he is, to bare every complicated, battered facet of his past to those he trusts. While he may have taken the LONG road to get here, he too heals. And as a result...

One day, Astra simply stops glowing entirely. Shrinks down to more reasonable proportions. He stops hovering around on automatic, stops subconsciously scrubbing the memory of his face or name from people's minds. He stops denying his truest, deepest self- the reality that he was born an organic being, and raised as a human.

The burred reality that all he's ever truly wanted since the day his first lover died is to be a parent.

To live a quiet, simple life with the people he loves.

For so long it was a mirage of a future he thought he'd never chase down, but for how much he made all the wrong choices the first time around, now he has a second chance.

And so in my brain, that's exactly what happens. Astra and Orion start a family together and continue to act as guardians over this universe for many years to come, until- after they are satisfied with the long life they've lived together, and their children have moved on to start forging their own paths- they eventually pass Beyond at their own will in each other's arms, ending their impossibly long godhood at peace.

I really don't know how to end this post lmafo, so I will simply say: if you somehow read all of this, holy shit you are so brave. Thank you for engaging with my insane ramblings. Have a nice day LOL FUIHSNUFSJG

This man haunts my brain so much I missed two off ramp turns on the highway the other day while thinking about him. Help me.

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(EDIT: 6/10/25)

Oh and also by the end she's trans, that's also important to know. That's like, ENDGAME-endgame level stuff though, so lol. She's the one who bore the pregnancy for her and Orion's child and that experience kinda Fully Awakened some feelings that had been there for a long while but had never fully been Acknowledged and given a name until then, lol.

[cherridiamonds]

tv tropes: btw most people like scarlette beauregarde in the 2005 film but many people think she is such an asshole that she should have been turned into a blueberry instead

me: yeah that tracks (slight horny grip)

tv tropes (in subnotes): they couldn't have done this without a massive age rating jump though, because scarlette being a ms. fanservice would have made the scene too sexy and fanservice packed for a family film

me: hhhey you cant just say that

[ggabraxas]

Not an ask but in the "I see fire" cover whatever thing you do with the little subnotes or whatever they're called ("glass of wine" line- ) is so pretty??? hard to do as well- I spend like 5 minutes trying to figure it out-

THANK YOU :D I'm very proud of my silly little riffs they give me such whimsy

[tenebrare]

"test3-templaterandom" - is what this file is named in my folders with subnote "delete" Anyway I used to do those monologues at end of every year. Pfft. Have Elliot Spencer and his cuter counterpart pinhead from a 'to delete temp test' file instead. Happy New Fear... errrr.... I mean Happy New Year.

[alicepooryorick]

Excerpt from chapter 7 of my Reverse Red Hood AU! It's my favorite so far... Though maybe not for this section of the chapter, though I love it too.

Detroit was a different city to that if what she was used to. Yes, she had been born in Metropolis, the City of tomorrow, the heart of America, the golden child of capitalism. But really, that was just Barbara Gordon who was born there. Babs? The woman she was today? She was born in a Greenhouse in Gotham next to a beautiful botanist. Gotham was her home, Gotham was her start. She'd visited other cities, both as Babs and Batgirl, and she hardly thought Gotham was the best. But it was hers, and it had been the city she was willing to die to protect.

But now she was in Detroit. The Art Deco architecture of Gotham traded for a city that had been designed around a now failed automotive industry.

The ideas were the same though, and she had learnt her route by now. No free running, she knew what paths to take, where crime was centered, and with a little touch of technology to listen in to cop radio signals, where the police were headed to.

And so she patrolled. The Red Hood quick a name known by the crooks. It felt... Odd. To have a new mantle was to have a new self. The first few times her targets exclaimed "The Red Hood" she almost had to check, where?

But it made her feel alive, too. No longer her other half would be defined by someone else. She was fully who she was.

Yes, Shiva was the subnotes to her identity, she haunted every movement. But was that any different from how Pamela had haunted Batgirl's every action after the incident?

No, now she had no Bruce to overshadow it. No brand to uphold. Just her and the blood she spilt keeping the normal people safe.

Still, she knew she owed Shiva some of this. This freedom, this life, even these clothes.

And, frankly, she liked the idea of being tied to the God... There was a difference between tying one's self to a man and a god, no?

And so, slowly, Barbara reshaped the name the masses had given her. She was the Red Hood, yes. But she was the Red Hood of Shiva.

The Red Hood of Shiva, terror of those who walked the wrong side of the law.

Not that these crooks were Gotham's gallery at all. They were simple crooks, gangs and Mafia; the occasional hired gun. But nothing even a Robin couldn't handle. The protoge of Shiva? She was overkill for all this. Barbara had never gone this long without injury. She had more wounds from cooking than from being the Red Hood.

Shiva's force.

Barbara's tact.

It was an incredible combination.

But nothing lasts forever, and Newton predicted her future; each action has an equal and opposite reaction.

The gangs knew eventually she'd track them all down. She moved fast. She hit hard. Some gadgets she'd made helped with particularly unfair fights, and that only scared them more.

Men do strange things when scared.

Strange, strange things.

This was not cowardly superstition.

This was terror. This was not the horror of the unfamiliar Bruce used.

No.

This was the terror of knowing exactly what was coming.

The kind of fear that leads to desperate actions.

The kind of fear that makes you think you can stop the threat.

Later, Barbara would learn that the gangs and Mafia would call truce. There was no fighting as long as the Red Hood stayed alive.

No, they had to do something. They had tried old blood. It spilt to easily.

Barbara didn't kill.

But it spilt all the same.

No, they needed fresh blood. Blood that wouldn't spill, so they thought.

[madmanswords]

Things to support Billie Piper not actually being The Doctor:

It just said "Introducing" without saying "As the Doctor" which was said with literally every other New Who New Doctor since Tennant's first run

The media around her does not call her The Doctor - her own post says "A Rose is a Rose is a Rose"

RTD has literally said that the "who" is unanswered

Ncuti VANISHES for a noticeable amount of time before she appears instead of any morphing or fade between the actors like usual - looking more like a transmat swap out from someone trying to trick the audience alone into thinking Billie Piper is the Doctor

Subnote: the "Oh Hello" seemed like she knew she was Rose/Bad Wolf despite not looking in a mirror at all (14 knew from the teeth - a callback that works. No other Doctor inherently knew what they looked like without seeing)

Reasons this doesn't make me feel better about the bullshit:

No matter what, this is still sandwiching Ncuti between Ten and Rose

There's no Christmas Special. I genuinely would feel much better if there was just an established episode on the schedule to serve as a "OK, this'll be done after that"

Anyway, Billie Piper is tying into the planned Meta arc that explains all the 4th wall breaks and it didn't have any sort of "As" because it's just Introducing Billie Piper. The character is Billie Piper. The audience is being fooled and The Doctor is elsewhere, to be determined later.

Only way to redeem things: actually just say fuck it and reveal there wasn't actually a regeneration - Gatwa is still the 15th Doctor (no hope for this to happen, but hopefully the actual 16 is someone cool)

[wuxiaphoenix]

On Writing: Learning to be Stubborn

Someone asked how to get stubborn and finish a book; that deserves an involved answer. Plus it’s interesting to think about.

First, don’t let the world kill you. You have to be alive to write the book.

I am speaking both figuratively and literally here. You can’t let the world kill you - your sense of self, of morality, of humor and what would make the world a better place. Stories come from your personal “What if?” No one else has the same take on what a dragon should be like, or how a stardrive should thrum in your bones, or whether you should be able to snatch a rainbow from the sky and use it to fillet a monster. That’s all you, and we readers want to hear it. We want that glimpse of how Someone Else sees the world. It lets us connect with another human being. It proves we’re not alone.

In the same vein you can’t let the world kill you. Treat your allergies. Change your diet if you have to. Get some exercise when you can; I like pacing more than anything else I’ve tried, but do whatever works for you. Drive carefully, make sure stuff in your life gets maintained so the oven doesn’t explode, get away from toxic people. And always, always try to get enough sleep.

(Tip: If you’re trying to decide if someone is toxic versus just annoying, ask yourself whether dealing with them means you can’t get enough sleep. If yes, then they’re toxic for you, whether they mean to be or not. If they’re deliberately cutting into your rest and sleep time - don’t brush that off. That’s abuse, meant to make you so exhausted you just give them whatever they want. It is literally legally defined as torture.

Get enough sleep. If not for yourself and your writing, then for anyone riding in the car or on the road with you. Think about it.)

Second part of being stubborn: Make hard tasks easy. All those sayings about a thousand miles beginning with a single step? True, but leaves out a lot of details.

For example, say you want to paint a whole house. (Eep.) Decide what your end state is first. Do you just want paint on the outside walls? Is this an inside and out job? What about the trim? When will you know that you’re finished? What does “done” look like?

Define the state of “done”. Then work backward. What’s the last step before done? Say it’s “paint the trim”. Okay, then can you do that today? Nope, need to paint the walls first. And you need to prime and sand the walls before that. And you need to get the paint, brushes, ladders, and dropcloths before that. All the way back to, “what kind of paint do I need? What color should it be?”

Work all the way back to, “what small task can I do today? Preferably right now?” And then do that. Even if it’s just “find where all the painting tools are so I can grab them when I do paint,” or “pick a paint color we can all live with.”

By breaking big and hard tasks down into a bunch of small and easier tasks, you’ve created a lever for your own stubborn. Less effort will give more results, and that means you’ll be encouraged to make more progress. And that makes it more likely you can muster enough stubborn to get to the end!

(I have used this to get through everything from grocery lists to funeral prep. Oof.)

Subnote: You can also use this to get through sticking points in your plot. You have the characters at point A, you want them at point B. Work backwards from B until you’ve got something that makes sense... or you realize that nope, either A or B doesn’t fit where you want the story to go, time to do some rewrites.

Third part of stubborn: Harness your emotions.

Seriously, stubborn doesn’t work on apathetic. It’ll work on positive emotions like love, joy, and excitement, and negative like fear or spite, but it needs emotional fuel to keep you going. Stubborn is a banked fire... or, sometimes, a boiler edging toward redline.

What this means for writing is, it helps to have strong feelings about the story. You want the characters to have this adventure. You want to see them fight against all odds to beat the bad guy and save the places and people they love. Or if that’s not possible, to see justice done, so what happened to your heroes will never happen to another innocent soul.

This can be exhausting. As much as you need writing time, you need some time to rest and refuel with stuff you like, clearing out the fog of spent emotions so you can start over on the next bit of the story. Yes, every writer needs more books. (Music, manga, etc.) Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Fourth: Remember that stubborn is a sword that cuts both ways. If you’re stubborn enough to make your brain stick to working on one project to the end, you may not have brain to spare to work on all the other plotbunnies that run through. You may have to note them and hope you can wrestle them later when the first project is all the way finished.

(So many notes I have. So many. Argh.)

So... does this give you ideas on how to manage your stubborn?

[eatmint]

jasmine yin hao. very very perfumey in a delightful way. subnotes of plastic (?)

[beansinjeans]

Various sketches I've drawn while enjoying thinking about Gonzoclock's incredible fanfiction Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Snake. Some bonus headcanons and notes ive developed under the cut

First off have this really rough reference art i did for the slytherins

I know what youre asking. You're asking, why is daphne's hair different in this pic from the train pic? the answer is simple. My artistically driven headcanon is that daphne wears a different hairstyle every day. Harry, being a little bit daft sometimes, doesn't even know which is her natural hair. I like fantasizing about silly shit like that.

Also guess i should note that the comic is a scene from chapter 24. 3rd person pov on harrys parseltongue with merlin. Second subnote, didn't update Remus's appearance to gonzo's headcanons in this post, so he just looks like Movie Remus-- he's also wearing a sweater and not a jacket in that scene, oops. I miss details sometimes.

[indiweb]

宿儺 、 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 ◞ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀.

bimbo girlfriend series ⋆ ryomen sukuna

꒰ྀི՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ྀི . . . a 90s/y2k setting where bimbo!gyaru reader is the girlfriend of cartel!drug lord sukuna and he’d do any thing to ensure her safety amidst his crazed world. ── est relationship. nsfw. sfw. / ongoing / © 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. ᐢ..ᐢ

dreypunte. this is written with trueform!sukuna so there will indefinitely be a size difference ໒꒰ྀི ៸៸៸៸ ꒱ྀི১

૮ › ༝ ‹ ྀིა ── she’s the star of his galaxy ,

“ he provided wealth and prosperity to her home , so in return she devoted her ditzy life to him. ”

╰ [ ★ ] : nsfw. [ ❥ ] : sfw. [ ✦ ] : favs. ╯

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宿儺 ⸝ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ( 𝓗. ) EADCANONS.

( 𝟢𝟢𝟣 )​ • spending the afternoon with your boyfriend wc .5k , hcs. nsfw reader cartel mntns.

宿儺 ⸝ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ( 𝓞. ) NESHOTS.

coming soon . . . !

宿儺 ⸝ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ( 𝓓. ) RABBLES.

coming soon . . . !

宿儺 ⸝ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ( 𝓤. ) PCOMING.

( 𝟢𝟢𝟤 )​ • his favorite ways of treating you right

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. *. ⋆ subnotes. if you would like a tag for this series , just send an ask or comment ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩` ꒱ྀིა

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