#TIME AND SPACE TO DEVELOP THE STORY IN THAT DIRECTION
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sukugo is a crack ship TO YOU. to me it's a perfectly legitimate ship, held back within the canon universe principally due to adherence to classic genre structures and not by lack of character compatibility
#sukugo#not to be a crack ship definition purist. but it doesnt qualify as a crack ship if the characters are totally compatible#and if a major reason that the ship is not canon is just because the characters aren't main characters and thus not the focus of the story#what i mean is that jjk has a pretty normal structure for a coming of age martial arts story#it has the young protagonist who is the focus of the story#who has a wise teacher who is killed by the villain to provide the protagonist with more motivation to defeat the villain#gojo and sukuna were both doomed by the narrative in that the narrative followed this classic structure. so long as yuji is the protagonist#and main character then gojo needs to die to allow him growth and focus#and sukuna needs to be defeated by yuji#sukuna and gojo's relationship could only develop to a limited extent within their fight because its only setting the stage for the final#fight between yuji and sukuna#BUT THERE ARE ABSOLUTELY MANY EXCHANGES BETWEEN GOJO AND SUKUNA THAT DEMONSTRATE THAT THEY ARE COMPATIBLE AS A SHIP IF THEY HAD#TIME AND SPACE TO DEVELOP THE STORY IN THAT DIRECTION#âteacher and villain set up to be on opposing sides but finding understanding and an equal and love in each otherâ is totally legit dynamic#thats the premise of tian ya ke/word of honor#what im saying is that sukugo are very compatible as a ship#but to have a ship like sukugo be believable in canon. their relationship needs to be given time to develop#more time than jjk is able to give it within its structure without more genre subversion and without them being main characters#jjk
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Rotating an idea in my head;
Imagine a neglected!Reader who did everything in an attempt to impress their family.
Who got amazing grades and got into high school at age 11.
Who was "a savant beyond their years" and "talented beyond what their age group could be taught".
Skills came easy to them. Give them a year and some encouragement and before you know it they'll have mastered whatever it was.
It wasn't like they could leave the house and hang out with friends. Bruce said that was off the table. It got quiet so often in the manor.
But it wasn't enough
Until someone saw the potential that Batman was just leaving there. Like he wanted someone to just... scoop them up and tutor them.
Their friends and allies and even a few enemies saw the potential. They all agreed to teach them their greatest skill. In a year they've mastered all of them, even surpassing some of them.
Any drug they were developing was improved beyond anything they could've imagined.
Weapons fashioned to fit them far surpassed anything, even the best on the black market.
The Rogue Gallery was beyond impressed.
And Reader was on Cloud Nine with all the attention it was earning them. Head pats, praise, treats. It was more than anything they could've asked for. And even if they didn't have a new invention at the end of the week, so many were willing to just hang out. Without prompting! No "Go bother Alfred" or "I'm busy" or "Another time, chickadee".
Harley had to be reminded that a 12 year old had no business around hyenas, even if Budsie and Louie were on their best behavior. Harley settled for watching old magical girl animes with you.
Luckily, Poison Ivy knew not to bring you around her poisonous plants. Though she did spend a concerning time teaching you exactly what plants were poisonous and how they were poisonous.
Bane taught you everything he knew, from throwing a punch, to how to scare someone off. Granted, a 12 year old, with so much of their baby fat in their cheeks, and wrists as thick as Bane's thumb, looked like a Ragdoll kitten copying a Bengal tiger. He played chess with you too, and he said that given your role in advising, a knight or a bishop would fit you best.
Bane was your favorite. He'd smush your face (gently, you were so tiny he was scared of breaking you), lift you up, even do pushups and pull ups with you on his back.
When Bane told you how he'd saved Alfred once during a collapse of Arkham Asylum, only to be incapacitated once Alfred was "done" with him, it made your blood boil.
As you learned all of their stories, learned the human in all of them, you knew that you were saved from a family with rotten blood. You'd spend your life repaying them, even if they never asked.
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Eventually, you decide to follow them into battle. You're kept up and away from the bulk of the battle. This time, it was Joker vs the Batfamily. Tim was unable to track what he'd been trying to do past a few errant clues. It was clear that the Rouge Gallery had a new villain.
You were given direct instructions to watch yourself; Joker wouldn't care enough to tear his eyes off Batman. You already knew that; Harley had spent 3 days trying to convince you to reschedule with someone else, but you told her you wanted Joker, not someone who'd be tempted to glance back and give away your hiding space.
Jason was the one that saw you. You were dressed in a costume that resembled a bishop chess piece with a split full face mask, perched atop a van far from the actual battle. His old scars with Joker made him hesitate, but you looked like a definite person of interest, and everyone else was indisposed.
He ran over, firing rubber bullets as you dodged, eventually tripping and falling off the van. Why were you so small? Jason picked you up, grip just loose enough so you could breathe.
You reached up, pulling your mask off. Jason blanched as he saw your face, soft around the edges and wide eyed.
Bruce told him that he'd stayed away to protect you from the vigilante life. You were the one person who hadn't pushed to join them, so he never told you about missions to avoid any ideas of joining. Jason followed suit, and so did the others. Their lives were busy enough anyways, and you had Alfred when he didn't have something more important to do.
He may have brushed you off more than absolutely necessary, but he wasn't in the right headspace then! You had already grown so much and all he'd wanted by then was vengeance on Batman. You couldn't blame him for keeping his distance at that point. He was protecting you.
But here you were, pinned by the throat by your own brother. Your protector. He released you, taking a step back. He glanced around for an opening, seeing a small alleyway. He gestured over his shoulder for you to follow. "C'mon kid. I'll get you back home and I won't even tell Bruce you snuck out, 'k?"
Suddenly, he felt a prick in his back, shortly followed by a burning itch and ice cold pain. He fell to the ground, trying to reach the spot you pricked.
"Miss Ivy said these were dangerous. Her own home blend. It's a diluted version, so you'll be fine in a few days, Todd" said the much too calm voice above him. He was struggling to breathe around the writhing mass of pain, looking up at you between blinks of tears.
He couldn't scream, he could barely breathe. He could die here and the family wouldn't know until the dust settled.
"It won't kill you, and from the looks of it, they'll be coming to pick you up soon."
"Aren't we family?" He chokes out between gasps. He felt so lost. You were his baby sibling, the tiny thing that'd wander the halls, holding an old chess board as you asked your cool big brother to play with you. The person he kept away from to protect. How could you repay him like this?
Hadn't he done so much for you?
You look at him from the boot of the van. When had you gotten so far away? Your voice is quiet, but it's heard, if barely, over the revving of the engine as Joker's minions prepare to drive away, and the screaming of his name as the rest of the family approaches.
"Were we? I never thought you wanted a baby sibling like me."
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The Batfamily took him home and patched him up. The new tech, like all other recent inventions brought in, were so advanced they bordered on state of the art. Even Tim was struggling to decode any of them, with all the kill-switches that seemed to recognize when it wasn't hooked up to the original computer and bricked themselves.
Jason had recovered, like you said, in a few days. Capable of breathing easily in 2 days, regularly needing to be sedated before then, and sitting up without pain by day 5.
The Batfamily had asked him by day 4 about the masked person they had seen next to him. Jason was detached from himself. That face, those eyes. They held no warmth for him, no pity for him while he was writhing in agony at their feet. Like he was less than a stranger.
Like he was less than human in their eyes.
Your name fell off his tongue like lead, slamming against the ground as everyone fell into silence.
"It was them. They gave me that injection. Their face, I-"
"Todd, did the injection give you hallucinations? There was no way that they'd accomplish something like that." Damian raised his brow, checking the chart to make sure the bulk was out of his system.
"I know what I saw. They hadn't even injected me when I saw their face."
"That's impossible, Jay! Look, I'll go to their room and get them right now. They'll probably be pretty cranky since it's, what, 4am?" Dick's footsteps disappeared down the hall.
After a few minutes, Dick came running back, looking at Jason with a mix of shock, horror, and confusion.
Two words.
Two words that finally made them look at you.
Two words that made them realized what they'd missed.
Two words that made them connect the inventions that almost got them killed to the darling child they'd convinced themselves they were protecting with cold shoulders and smothering silence.
Two words that made them refocus their sights on bringing you back.
"They're gone."
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Beginning in 1933, the Nazis burned books to erase the ideas they fearedâworks of literature, politics, philosophy, criticism; works by Jewish and leftist authors, and research from the Institute for Sexual Science, which documented and affirmed queer and trans identities.

(Nazis collect "anti-German" books to be destroyed at a Berlin book-burning on May 10, 1933 (Source)
Stories tell truths.
These werenât just books; they were lifelines.
Writing by, for, and about marginalized people isnât just about representation, but survival. Writing has always been an incredibly powerful toolâperhaps the most resilient form of resistance, as fascism seeks to disconnect people from knowledge, empathy, history, and finally each other. Empathy is one of the most valuable resources we have, and in the darkest times writers armed with nothing but words have exposed injustice, changed culture, and kept their communities connected.

(A Nazi student and a member of the SA raid the Institute for Sexual Science's library in Berlin, May 6, 1933. Source)
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Summary: You spent the day with Ana, her laughter filling the spaces where your nerves tried to creep in. Between playful moments and soft conversations, you kept thinking about the step you were ready to take â one that would change all your lives forever. For once, the future didnât feel heavy or distant. It felt like home, and you were finally ready to claim it.
Paring: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!reader.
Word count: 7432
Warnings: huge amount of fluffiness, Tony being a good grampa, Natasha being slightly insecure. Reader and ana being the best duo ever.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Author's notes: Hey everyone, I just want to apologize for taking so long to post. Iâve been going through a tough time in my personal life, but Iâm back now. Also, Iâm really sorry I couldnât fit everything I wanted into one chapterâsometimes the story just takes its own direction! But please, feel free to send in any asks! I absolutely love talking with you all.
By the way, how do you think Readerâs contact is saved in Natashaâs phone? Iâd love to hear your thoughts on that!Â
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There were many moments in her life Natasha could label as memorable.
Some for their pain. Some for their absurdity. Some for the sheer adrenaline of surviving something she shouldnât have survived.
But there werenât many she could call peaceful.
And none, until now, that she could call happy.
She couldnât remember ever feeling so at peace, so quietly and utterly content, as she did now â with you stretched lazily beside her, your hand absently tracing slow circles against her hip, your breathing slow and steady, filling the room with a comfort she never thought sheâd have.
Your presence was soothing in a way nothing else had ever been.
Not a mission completed. Not a victory celebrated.
Just you.
The breeze after a long storm. The fresh air after years underground.
She let her eyes close again, allowing herself a rare indulgence: believing that maybe, this time, happiness wasnât something temporary. Maybe this time, it was here to stay.
And it was all because of you.
A sudden clatter of a fork against a plate snapped her gently from her thoughts.
Natasha blinked, finding herself at the kitchen table, sunlight filtering through the windows, the scent of something simple and warm hanging in the air. You were across from her, lazily spinning your fork through your pasta, while Ana sat between the two of you, her face scrunched in concentration as she tried to stab a cherry tomato without it rolling away.
âYou know,â you said, a teasing glint in your eyes as you watched Anaâs struggle, âI think sheâs developing your stubbornness.â
Natasha quirked an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand. âSheâs smarter than that.â
Ana, seemingly proving the point, gave up on the fork altogether and grabbed the tomato with her fingers, stuffing it triumphantly into her mouth.
You snorted, pointing at Ana with your fork. âPure Romanoff energy right there.â
Natasha gave a half-smile, letting herself soak in the easy atmosphere â but there was a subtle flicker in her chest, that lingering voice that always whispered caution. Sheâs not yours, it reminded her. Not completely. But she shoved it away, focusing instead on how natural this felt, how it was getting harder and harder to imagine a day without you here.
âYouâre a bad influence,â Natasha muttered, nudging Anaâs foot under the table playfully.
âIâll take that as a compliment,â you grinned, twirling more pasta onto your fork before adding casually, âBesides, she needed a partner in crime.â
Ana babbled a few incoherent words, her hands waving enthusiastically, and both of you laughed â the kind of laugh that made Natashaâs shoulders finally, truly relax.
She leaned back slightly, watching the two of you with something dangerously close to awe.
Without even trying, you had stitched yourself into the fabric of her life.
And for once⊠she wasnât terrified of it.
âYou look proud of yourself,â she said dryly, raising an eyebrow at you.
âI am,â you said without shame. âSuccessfully corrupted two generations in one go.â
Natasha shook her head, a soft, reluctant smile tugging at her lips.
âYouâre an idiot.â
âYeah,â you said easily, meeting her gaze with a lazy warmth that made her chest tighten. âBut Iâm your idiot.â
Natasha felt the words hit harder than they should have, a strange ache blooming low in her ribs. She dropped her gaze to Ana, who was now sleepily pushing peas around her plate, her small body swaying with exhaustion.
She reached out, smoothing down Anaâs wild hair, using the small, automatic gesture to steady herself.
There was no need to rush anything, no need to put a name to what they had just yet. But deep down, Natasha couldnât shake the feeling that it was consuming herâthis burning, aching longing. It wasnât just a desire; it was a yearning to belong, to be loved unconditionally. She knew, without a doubt, that you loved her, loved both of them. But that wasnât enough. She craved more. She needed to claim it, to declare to the world, to the universe, that you were hersâand that Ana was hers too. That they were a part of you, and she needed that certainty, that assurance. She needed to hear it, to feel it, to be sure.
For now, she was trying to convince herself that it was enough to just sit here, to eat badly cooked pasta at a wobbly kitchen table, to listen to you make stupid jokes, and to feel â maybe for the first time in her entire life â safe. But, undeniably she needed moreâŠ
Natasha watched as Anaâs tiny hands clumsily tried to collect peas into a pile, her red hair catching the soft light filtering into the kitchen. The image â her daughter, your easy smile, the quiet bubble of home â was enough to make Natashaâs chest ache, in that fragile way she was still learning not to fear.
You leaned back in your chair, your fork abandoned, tapping your fingers lightly against the table with a mock-considering expression.
She caught the glint in your eyes a second before you spoke, and immediately narrowed hers in suspicion.
âSoâŠâ you dragged the word out, clearly up to no good. âMay I take your daughter to spend the day with me?â
Natasha raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. âThat sounds suspicious as hell.â
You pressed a hand dramatically over your heart. âCome on, give me some credit.â
She didnât even blink, still looking at you like she was waiting for a confession.
âI need her expert opinions,â you went on, leaning closer across the table as if you were sharing a world-class secret. âSheâs a pro. Totally slays. I need her stamp of approval for some⊠very important choices.â
Ana, oblivious to the conspiracy brewing over her head, yawned noisily and dropped her fork onto her plate with a loud clatter.
Natasha folded her arms, pretending to be stern even as the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement. âAnd what, exactly, is my almost 2 year daughter a pro at?â
You shrugged innocently. âTaste. Style. World domination. You know, the basics.â
She rolled her eyes, but it was useless â the warmth in her chest was already spreading, making her feel lighter, safer than she had any right to be. She wasnât stupid; she knew exactly what you were doing. You werenât asking just to spend time with Ana â you were giving her another quiet reassurance. You werenât going anywhere. You werenât running. You were settling deeper into their life, into her life, stitch by stubborn, beautiful stitch.
Still, Natasha wasnât about to make it easy for you.
âYou break her, you bought her,â she said dryly, sipping from her mug, pretending like the flutter in her chest didnât almost make her hand shake.
You gave her a wide, cheeky grin, one that made her feel far younger and far older all at once.
âDeal,â you said without hesitation. âBut just for the record â if anything, sheâs more likely to break me.â
Natasha huffed, hiding her smile behind her cup. Ana babbled something unintelligible and smacked her little hand onto your forearm, demanding attention, and you turned immediately to her with exaggerated seriousness, as if she had just issued a royal decree.
âSee?â you said, throwing Natasha a look of mock helplessness. âAlready got me wrapped around her finger.â
Natasha shook her head, but this time she didnât even try to hide the smile that stretched across her lips.
Maybe happiness was here to stay after all. Maybe it was in the small, stupid moments â the peas scattered on the plate, the teasing between two people who never thought they could have this, the warmth of a childâs touch grounding them both.
And maybe, just maybe, she deserved it.
Even if the thought still scared her more than any battlefield ever could. The last thing Natasha saw was you cleaning Ana, carefully changing her into a fresh outfit with that proud smile of yours that always tugged at her heart. As you gently adjusted her clothes, Ana giggled, her small hands reaching up to touch your face, causing your smile to widen even more. You lifted Ana into your arms with ease, holding her gently but firmly against your hip, your eyes meeting Natashaâs as you gave her a playful wink.
Ana, sensing the attention, gave a small, clumsy wave toward her mom, her tiny fingers reaching out in a wobbly, enthusiastic greeting. Natashaâs heart swelled at the sight, and she couldnât help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips. You, her daughter, and the life you two were building togetherâNatasha never knew how much she needed this until she had it.
You gave her a knowing nod, and as if sensing her thoughts, you turned toward the door, carrying Ana with a relaxed confidence. You wanted her to feel secure. She deserved to, and she trusted you
.As the elevator doors closed behind you, you shifted Ana in your arms, making sure she was comfortable as you hummed softly to her. She was still too young to fully understand the words, but she appreciated the sound of your voice, her little eyes following you as you spoke.
âAlright, kiddo, time for a little adventure,â you whispered, your lips brushing the top of her head. âYou know how important your mom is to me, right?â You couldnât help but smile to yourself. It was so easy to fall into this routine, to fall into this role as her protector, her companion.
Ana made a small sound in responseâprobably just babblingâbut you took it as a form of agreement.
âGood,â you continued with a grin. âBecause without her, well, I wouldnât have anyone to bug. And speaking of⊠today, weâre going to see Grandpa Tony in his lab. Heâs probably still complaining about something, but you know him⊠always making things ten times more complicated than they need to be.â
You shifted Ana slightly in your arms as the elevator dinged, reaching your floor. The doors slid open, and you stepped out into the hallway of the tower, the familiar hum of the buildingâs energy around you.
âNow,â you added playfully, âyouâre gonna love my dad, as your grandfather. but donât be fooledâheâs just as bad as me when it comes to getting distracted by work. Heâll probably try to show you his latest project and then talk my ear off about it for hours. Just wait. I swear, he could talk about a paperclip for a good hour if you let him.â
Ana let out a little squeal, clearly amused by your antics. Her little hands reached up and patted your face, her way of joining in on the fun. You couldnât help but laugh softly at her, her enthusiasm so pure and infectious.
As you made your way toward the lab, you could already hear the familiar sound of Tonyâs voice from the other side of the door. âI swear, if one more person asks me how to fix the stupid cooling systemââ
The door to the lab opened before you could even knock. Tony stood in the doorway, his signature smirk already in place. His eyes flicked from you to Ana in your arms, and a knowing grin spread across his face.
âWell, well, look whoâs all grown up,â Tony teased, his gaze lingering on Ana. âCanât believe you got a kid at your hip. Thatâs a new one, kid. I expected you to be way more of a chaos machine by now. But no, you went and got all soft. Whatâs next? You two gonna move in here and start taking naps on my couch?â
You rolled your eyes, chuckling at his usual sarcastic tone. âYou know Iâm just here for the tech, Dad. Iâm not trying to turn your lab into a daycare center, donât worry.â
Tony raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. âUh-huh. Sure, sure. You donât need to lie to me. I saw you with Ana out there. Youâre whipped. Iâve never seen you so soft in all my life. Who knew Romanoff's kid would be the one to soften you up?â
âOkay, okay, I get it,â you said, holding Ana a little higher in your arms. âBut letâs not act like you werenât the same way when you had me. Donât try to act all tough now. We both know you canât resist a little snuggle session with the kid.â
Tony dramatically clutched his chest. âOh, please. I donât need to hear about my âsoft sideâ from you. Iâm just here to be a good, responsible parent. Iâm not whipped like someone I know.â He flashed you an exaggerated wink, clearly enjoying the teasing.
âRight,â you replied with a roll of your eyes. âSure, Dad. Whatever you say.â
Tony smirked and gestured toward a table full of gadgets and blueprints. âCome on in, kiddo. Letâs see what kind of trouble we can get into today. Iâm sure youâve got a ton of questions about the latest project, donât you?â
âNot exactlyâŠâ
You said as you stepped into the lab, still holding Ana, who was now distracted by the flashing lights and screens around her. She seemed genuinely fascinated by everything, which just made Tony all the more excited.
âLook at her. Already smarter than both of us combined,â Tony muttered, as he turned toward a workbench and started rummaging through some tools. âAnd here I thought sheâd be the one to keep you in check. Looks like youâre gonna need more than a few lessons to keep up with her.â
You couldnât help but smile at the playful jab. âAt least Iâm not the one whoâs got an army of robots and a super suit to do all the heavy lifting for me,â you retorted with a grin, giving Tony a sideways glance. âAt least Iâm doing this the old-fashioned way.â
Tony gave you a mock gasp. âOh, please. Donât act like youâre not secretly jealous of the Iron Man suit. Come on, admit it. You want one. Itâs practically calling your name.â
âMaybe one day,â you said, as you gently sat Ana down on a nearby cushioned chair. âBut today is all about her, and her mama. Right, Ana?â
Ana cooed, and you gave her a smile, her face lighting up at the attention. You couldnât help but feel a sense of pride as she looked up at you, her little hands reaching out toward Tonyâs lab table in curiosity. It was moments like these that made you feel truly aliveâconnected, grounded, and exactly where you needed to be.
âAlright, kiddo, what do you think?â you asked her, motioning to the lab.
Tony raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned over the table. âI think youâve got your hands full with her, kid. I never thought Iâd see the day youâd become the responsible one. But you did good. Sheâs gonna keep you on your toes.â
You shot him a playful look, watching as Ana grabbed a small tool from the table with the curiosity of a true Stark.
âYeah, well,â you said with a soft chuckle, âlooks like Iâm already a little whipped. But thatâs okay, Iâm used to it.â
Tony laughed, his voice ringing out with amusement. âSure, sure. Just donât let anyone hear that youâre âwhipped.â Trust me, thatâll get around faster than you think.â
The lab was quieter than usual, a rare moment of stillness. The usual hum of gadgets and screens seemed almost distant as you sat across from your father, Ana perched on your lap, completely absorbed by the shiny new toy Tony had given her. Youâd been bouncing this thought around in your head for a while now, and you knew there was no one better to talk to about it than your dad. He might be a little insufferable at times, but he always had a knack for giving you the advice you neededâwhether you liked it or not.
âDad,â you began, looking down at Ana for a moment before meeting Tonyâs gaze, âIâve been thinking about something. Iâmïżœïżœ Iâm thinking about proposing to Natasha. Asking her to be my fiancĂ©e.â
Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised but keeping his cool. âWait, youâre thinking of proposing? To Natasha? Are you sure youâre not jumping the gun here?â
You exhaled a sharp breath, knowing that the question was coming but still unprepared for it. âLook, weâve been through a lot together. Weâve been a family in everything but title for months now. Weâre already doing the âpartners in crimeâ thing. Weâre already there, but⊠weâve never really labeled it, you know? Weâve never put a name on it. And I donât know, I think itâs time for that. It feels right.â
Tony leaned back in his chair, eyeing you intently, his fingers steepled in thought. âI see. So, you want to make it official. Alright. But why the hesitation? Why bring it up now?â
You shifted Ana in your arms, your fingers absently playing with her hair as you chose your words carefully. âIâm scared of scaring her off. I mean, Natashaâs been through a lot, and she doesnât really do the whole⊠emotional thing unless sheâs sure. Iâm worried that if I ask her, sheâll feel like Iâm pushing her into something sheâs not ready for. Even though I feel like sheâs craving this reassurance too. Sheâs always been the one to hold back, to keep things close to her chest.â
Tony raised a hand, stopping you before you could go further. âOkay, hold up. First of all, I get it. Natashaâs not someone who opens up easily. Sheâs not a fan of the whole fairy tale thing. But hereâs what you need to understand: if sheâs with you, if sheâs sticking around, itâs because she trusts you. She feels safe with you. And you donât need to have some big, grand gesture to prove that.â
You shook your head, frustration creeping in. âItâs not just about proving it, though. I want to show her that Iâm all in. That this isnât just some⊠fleeting thing. I want to give her the reassurance she needs. Sheâs always been the protector, always been the one holding everything together. But I know she needs someone to hold her too. I justâI want to be that for her.â
Tonyâs face softened just a fraction, the teasing glint in his eyes giving way to something more genuine. âI get it, kid. I really do. And listen, Iâm not going to tell you how to do it, because thatâs your thing. But youâve gotta realize something: Natasha is probably more scared of losing you than you are of scaring her off. Sheâs been through hell, and sheâs not just going to open up and let anyone in that easily. But sheâs with you. Youâve got her trust.â
You let the weight of his words settle for a moment, feeling the truth in them. âYou really think so?â you asked quietly, glancing down at Ana. She looked up at you with those big, innocent eyes, as if she could sense the shift in your thoughts.
Tony gave a small nod. âI know so. And the truth is, sheâs probably more ready for this than you realize. Just donât overthink it. Ask her, be honest, and take it from there. If sheâs with you now, I think sheâll be with you for the long haul.â
You smiled, feeling a sense of relief washing over you. âThanks, Dad. I think I needed to hear that.â
Tony stood up, stretching as he looked over at you. âNo problem, kid. Just donât screw it up.â He shot you a wink, and for the first time in a while, there was no sarcasm in his voiceâjust the simple truth. âAnd donât keep me in the dark when you do it. I want the details. All the details.â
You laughed softly. âIâll keep you posted. Thanks for the advice. And for not completely ruining my confidence.â
Tony smirked, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying the conversation far too much. âYouâre welcome, kid. Now, go figure out how to propose without completely scaring her off. And hey, you better nail this because Iâm already mentally preparing to be a grandpa.â He raised an eyebrow dramatically, as if the idea was more shocking to him than anyone else.
You blinked, not entirely sure if you heard him right. âA what?â
âGrandfather,â Tony grinned, his fingers tapping the table in mock contemplation. âThatâs what youâre about to make me, you know. A grandfather. Romanoffâs kid. And here I thought Iâd just be stuck dealing with you and your ridiculous tech experiments for the rest of my life, but no. Now Iâm about to be the cool grandpaâcan you even imagine that?â
Ana, who had been happily playing with one of Tonyâs old gadgets on the table, made a noise that could only be described as half-babble, half-squeal. Tony, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned down and waved a finger in front of her face.
âWhoâs the coolest grandpa, huh?â Tony cooed at Ana, his voice way too exaggerated for someone who had just turned into a grandparent in theory. âIs it me? You think Iâm the coolest grandpa in the world? Or are you just excited about playing with my toys?â
Ana giggled, clearly entertained by the shiny object, and babbled something incoherent. Tony grinned, playing it up. âAh, yeah, thatâs what I thought. Sheâs totally on my side. Smart kid.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the fact that Tony was completely right. Ana, in her usual way, was already totally on his side. âYouâre a mess,â you muttered, but couldnât help but smile at the ridiculousness of the whole scene. Tony was making being a grandfather sound like a full-on comedy routine, and it was honestly kind of working.
âHey, donât knock it till you try it. You have no idea how great being a grandpa is,â Tony said, tapping his fingers against his chin. âI never thought Iâd get here, but Iâve gotta say, Romanoffâs kid? I didnât even see her as the âmomâ type, much less the âgonna-make-me-a-grandfatherâ type. Itâs like finding out your favorite action hero is secretly into knitting. Unexpected, but here we are.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âIâm surprised youâre so okay with it. Natashaâs kid, huh? Thatâs⊠something.â
Tony chuckled, bouncing Ana on his knee as she babbled again, looking up at him with wide eyes. âLook, youâre both ridiculously lucky that sheâs already a part of my life. Youâll be thankful when youâre bringing her over here for weekend visits, and Iâm the one spoiling her rotten with whatever the hell I want.â
Ana babbled again, and this time Tony leaned in, making her giggle. âWhatâs that, kid? You think Iâm awesome, right? I think youâre awesome too,â he cooed, making his best goofy face.
You watched, amused, as Tony continued to play up the role of doting grandparent. He picked up another gadget, handing it to Ana, making her laugh even harder. âYou know, Iâve always been good with gadgets, but this? This is a whole new level. This kidâs gonna be a tech genius in no time, and Iâm going to take all the credit. You know, because Iâm basically the greatest uncle/grandpa of all time.â
âIâm not calling you Grandpa,â you said, laughing. âYouâll have to come up with a cooler nickname. And she is learning with me aka her moma, because i am better than youâ
Tony smirked. âOh, only in your dreams. Iâm sure sheâll come up with something better. Itâs gonna be greatâsheâll probably end up calling me something way cooler than you ever would.â He gave you a side-eye and grinned. âYouâre totally whipped. Iâm already practicing my grandpa dance moves. Get ready.â
You couldnât help but laugh at the thought. Tony had already fully embraced the idea of being a grandfather, even if he was just teasing about it. But the way he played with Ana, making her laugh, teasing youâthere was something so natural and carefree about it all. You were glad she had Tony in her life. And maybe, just maybe, it wouldnât be so bad to have him around more often⊠even if he was totally insufferable about it.
âYeah, yeah, we get it, Tony,â you said with a smirk. âYouâre the best grandpa ever. But seriously, letâs focus. Do you think Natashaâs going to freak out when I do this?â
Tony waved a hand, his tone turning more serious. âEh, youâll figure it out. But remember, donât make her run for the hills. We donât need two of you doing the âare we really doing thisâ dance, alright?â
âIâll try,â you said, chuckling. âBut you better not mess this up for me, old man.â
âHey, Iâm not the one getting whipped here,â Tony said with a wink, before turning back to Ana. âAlright, kid, give me a high five. Iâm basically the coolest grandpa ever. You know it.â
Ana slapped her tiny hand against his with a giggle. Tony grinned, watching her as if she were the best thing in the world. Maybe, just maybe, he was looking forward to this whole âgrandfatherâ thing more than heâd let on
You gave Tony a final look as you prepared to leave, Ana still perched on your hip, her tiny hands clutching at your clothes. âWell, Iâve got a full day ahead of me,â you said, rolling your eyes dramatically. âSearching for the perfect engagement ring for Natasha and I. This is going to be a fun adventure.â
Tonyâs grin stretched from ear to ear as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. âAh, yes, the youngest sugar mommy in the world,â he quipped with a wink. âGonna be a real great look for you. You know, when youâre still taking care of Natashaâs ring shopping. Thatâs how I imagine youâll end upâspoiling her with diamonds and tech gadgets while Iâll just sit back and enjoy the show.â
You rolled your eyes, but couldnât help but laugh at his teasing. âSomeone has to keep the romance alive, Tony. You should follow your daughterâs example, and Maybe do something nice for Pepper. Sheâs probably starting to forget youâre a romantic type.â
Tony blinked in mock horror, raising his eyebrows. âWhoa, whoa, slow down. You want me toâwhat? Romance Pepper?â He chuckled, shaking his head. âIâd have to start doing all kinds of work to undo all the âIâm too cool for romanceâ stuff Iâve been saying for years. Thatâs a lot of work, kid.â
You smirked as you bounced Ana on your hip, âWell, you better start practicing, old man. Otherwise, Pepper might just find herself a new sugar daddy. Someone who doesnât constantly crack jokes about being too cool for love.â
Tony shook his head, grinning like a mischievous child. âYou know, you might be onto something there. But for now, Iâm just going to sit here and laugh at you, while you actually go ring shopping. You, the âsugar mommy.ââ He waggled his eyebrows playfully. âYouâre making me proud.â
You shook your head, heading for the door with Ana still clinging to you. âYeah, yeah. Keep laughing, Tony. Youâll see. Iâm going to be the best fiancĂ© ever, and Iâm going to make it extra special for Natasha. Iâll make sure to rub it in your face when it works out.â
âSure you will. Go on, then. Make sure that ring youâre buying is as shiny as your future,â Tony called after you, chuckling.
Ana gave a tiny, muffled giggle as she waved goodbye, and you couldnât help but smile. At least you had a planâand you werenât about to let it slip away.
You carefully strapped Ana into the car seat, her tiny hands gripping at your jacket as you made sure she was comfortable. It had become second nature to you, taking care of her like this. As much as Natasha had a knack for being a fierce, independent woman, there was something about the way she let go when it came to you, trusting you with the things she didnât always want to manage. Like letting you take control of the car, even though she had her own set of wheels parked in the garage. She simply didnât care. It was as if she had declared herself a âpassenger princess,â and you couldnât help but adore that about her.
With Ana in the backseat, you started the engine, the sound of it a hum of quiet power beneath you. Your hand rested on the steering wheel, a comforting reminder of how much things had changed. You had come so far from when you barely knew what you were doing with your life. Now, you had a little girl to take care of something you never wanted, but now you can't imagine your life without, and a beautiful woman who trusted you with more than you ever thought youâd be capable of.
As you drove through the city, your mind wandered to the task ahead. Cartier. The place where you were going to pick out something so special, something that would show Natasha just how much you appreciated her. It was going to be perfect, or at least that was the plan. You werenât nervous about the ringâit was more about what it meant. You werenât just buying a piece of jewelry; you were solidifying your future. With Natasha. And Ana.
You looked in the rearview mirror, catching Anaâs wide eyes staring up at you, her face an open book of curiosity, though she could barely form words. âWeâre going to get a special gift for Mommy, kiddo,â you said with a soft smile. âSomething shiny, something beautiful. Your mom deserves it all, you know?â
She didnât respondâof course, she didnât. Ana wasnât quite at the stage where she could articulate much yet, but you loved the way she looked at you, as if she understood every word you said, even though she was still finding her voice. Her small, round eyes followed your every move, and you could feel her focus on you, an innocence that was both heartwarming and, in its own way, a little overwhelming.
The drive to the shopping center was short. You parked and grabbed the diaper bag from the backseat, slinging it over your shoulder as you lifted Ana out of her seat, holding her close. She squirmed a little, reaching for the necklace you had on. You chuckled, adjusting her in your arms. She loves to play with your necklace, since she meet you in that meetingâŠ
Ana gave a soft, gurgling sound that was almost like a laugh, and you found yourself smiling at how sweet and innocent she was, unaware of how much she meant to you, how much she meant to Natasha. You took her hand gently and led her inside the store.
Cartier was as elegant and pristine as always, with rows of sparkling diamonds and gold gleaming under the soft lighting. You had been here a few times before, picking out gifts for friends whenever you wanted to make them feel special, but today it felt different. It wasnât just a matter of picking out something pretty. Today, you were making a statement.
You walked through the aisles, pointing to a few options as you spoke to Ana, even though you knew she wasnât quite old enough to understand. âWeâre going to find something perfect,â you murmured, trying to steady your nerves. âSomething worthy of your mom. She deserves everything, sweetheart. Youâll see. When we give it to her, itâll be like all our love wrapped up in a little shiny box.â
Ana babbled something, and you paused, letting out a small laugh. âI know, right? Iâm a sucker for her too. But donât worry, Ana. Weâll make sure to make her feel special. She's been taking care of us, so itâs our turn.â
The sales associate came over and led you to a display of rings, their beauty unmatched. You glanced at Ana as you moved, still holding her close to you, your thoughts drifting to Natasha. She had been through so much in her life, and yet she had managed to create this small, perfect world for the three of you. You could already see itâNatashaâs reaction when she saw the ring, the way her eyes would light up with surprise, a flicker of exasperation at the price, and maybe even a little bit of disbelief that youâd pulled it off.
You smiled at the thought, realizing how much youâd been anticipating this moment. The ring was only one part of it. The bigger picture was the commitment. You were giving her something she hadnât had in a long time: stability. You were telling Natasha that you were in this for the long haul. And you would make sure to remind her of that every day.
You looked down at Ana again, who was now quietly observing the sparkling jewelry in the display case. âWeâll get something nice for your mom, donât worry. Iâm sure sheâll love whatever we choose.â
You held her a little tighter as the sales associate continued to show you options. It was easy to get lost in the idea of the future, of everything you wanted to build. With Natasha, with Ana. Your heart swelled with love, and it felt right. All of it.
You step closer to the glass display, Ana still cradled in your arms, her tiny hands gripping the fabric of your shirt as her little head tilts to the side, eyes wide with curiosity. You can feel her soft breath against your skin, the gentle weight of her little body grounding you in the moment. The rings before you are dazzling, but none of them seem quite rightânot yet.
The attendant who had greeted you steps back for a moment, giving you space, but thereâs a soft, almost disappointed air lingering between you. You ignore it, your focus shifting back to the delicate pieces laid out in front of you. But then, something catches your eyeâa glimmer of two sapphires set beside a diamond in one of the smaller boxes to the side.
You shift Ana slightly, her tiny body nestled against your shoulder as she lets out a soft, inquisitive sound, her eyes following yours. âLook at that, sweetheart,â you whisper to her, smiling as you tap the glass gently. âIsnât it beautiful?â
One of the sales associates, noticing your attention, steps closer, her voice soft and professional but with a hint of genuine interest now. âAh, youâve spotted one of our more unique pieces. Thatâs a ring with two sapphires, one on each side of the diamond.â She glances at Ana, then at you, her smile warm. âItâs a beautiful choiceâsapphires are often associated with loyalty and wisdom, making them an excellent pairing with a diamond. Very meaningful.â
You nod, turning the box slightly to get a better look at the intricate design. The sapphires seem to almost glow beside the diamond, their deep blue hue contrasting beautifully against the sparkling clarity of the stone. You can almost picture Natasha wearing it, the ring reflecting the light just as she would reflect the love and trust between you.
âThatâs exactly what Iâm looking for,â you say quietly, almost to yourself. âSomething that feels meaningful⊠something thatâll speak to us, not just look pretty.â
Ana reaches up, her tiny hand brushing against the glass, her fingers outstretched in fascination, the soft giggles escaping her as she tries to touch the rings. Her eyes are focused entirely on the sapphire-colored stones, and her voice rises in a playful babble, âMama!â she calls, her small voice so pure and filled with love.
You laugh softly, lifting her slightly so her cheek rests against yours. âYou like this one, huh?â you murmur, the sound of her giggle filling the space around you, light and free. âYou think Mommy would love it?â
The associate watches this exchange, a soft smile curving her lips as she takes in the sight of mother and child, a warmth in her expression that wasnât there before. âItâs a beautiful ring,â she agrees, her tone softening. âDefinitely something special.â
You nod, still looking at the ring. It feels rightâlike something that would belong to Natasha. âI think this oneâs the one,â you say, more to yourself than anyone else, but the words hold the weight of a promise.
Ana reaches for you again, her little fingers grabbing at your collar as she pulls herself closer, her voice a high-pitched, innocent call. âMama!â she repeats, her excitement contagious. You smile, your heart swelling as you bring her in for a closer hug, feeling the warmth of her tiny body pressed against yours.
âI think sheâd love it too, sweetheart,â you murmur, looking down at your daughterâs sparkling eyes. âThis will be the perfect ring for Mommy.â
The attendant, sensing the moment, steps back to give you space, her smile genuine now, her previous distance replaced with a soft admiration. You glance up, giving a small nod as you make your decision, knowing in your heart that this ring is more than just a symbol of love. Itâs a reflection of the beautiful life youâre about to continue building with Natashaâand the little one youâre holding close to your heart.
You finished selecting the grand diamond ring for Natasha, but then you found yourself drawn to another, for you this time. With a much simpler piece. It wasnât large or flashy, but it had something about it that caught your eyeâa small band with delicate peridots, the gemstones sparkling softly under the lights. As you traced the band with your finger, you couldnât help but think of the eyes that would one day glance down at it. Natashaâs eyes. Anaâs eyes. The rich green of both of them, so full of life and love. The peridots reminded you of that warmth, of the connection you had with them, something so deeply rooted and irreplaceable.
You knew this ring wasnât about wealth or grandeur; it was about something far more personal. It was about you, Natasha, and Ana. Your family. It was a symbol, simple but meaningful, something you could wear to remind yourself of everything you had, and everything you hoped for.
The attendant, who had been helping you, noticed the change in your demeanor and smiled. âThis one, too?â she asked gently, noticing how your eyes lingered on the ring. âItâs a beautiful choice, very understated. Your fiancĂ© is a lucky woman to have someone with such fine taste.â
You looked up at her, a soft smile pulling at your lips. âIâm the lucky one,â you replied quietly, your voice thick with emotion. âSheâs giving me a family.â
You shifted Ana in your arms, her little face breaking into a wide grin as she giggled in your arms. You couldnât help but laugh softly, too, the sound of her joy filling your heart. âYouâre my lucky charm, kiddo,â you whispered, gently bouncing her, making her laugh even harder.
The attendant watched the moment with a knowing smile, and you felt a swell of gratitude for your little family. They might not be the most traditional, or the most perfect in the eyes of the world, but in that moment, with Anaâs laughter in your arms and Natasha waiting for you at home, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.
As you made your way through the store, your gaze kept drifting back to the jewelry display cases, and this time, something caught your eye that made your heart swell. It was a delicate bracelet, small and simple but undeniably beautiful. It wasnât anything extravagantâjust a tiny gold band with little charms, each one representing something small, something significant. You could already imagine Ana wearing it, her chubby little wrists looking even more precious with the bracelet adorning them.
You didnât need a reason. You didnât need to justify it to anyone. It was something you could do, and you were damn well going to do it. Ana might not understand it now, but one day, she would.
You turned to the attendant again, nodding towards the bracelet. âAnd that one too,â you said, a grin tugging at your lips. âJust because I can.â
The attendant smiled knowingly, clearly seeing the love you had for both Natasha and Ana. âSuch a thoughtful gift,â she remarked as she carefully wrapped it up. âSheâll love it when sheâs older.â
You couldnât help but imagine Ana with it on, her little hands reaching out to hold Natashaâs as they walked together. You felt the excitement of giving her something so precious, something that would stay with her, a small piece of you, for years to come.
You glanced down at the bracelet in the attendantâs hands and then back to Ana in your arms, her giggles still filling the air. âYeah,â you murmured under your breath, smiling softly, âsheâs going to love it.â
As you made your way through the final steps of paying for everything, your phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling you momentarily away from the dazzling jewelry collection laid out in front of you. You took it out, seeing Natashaâs name flashing across the screen. You couldnât help but smile, the thought of herâyour womanâalways managing to sneak her way into your thoughts.
The message was short, but the familiar warmth of her tone was undeniable. She knew you well enough by now, and this little exchange was just another part of the dance between the two of you.
| My woman â€ïžâđ©č > You are taking too long, should I worry?
You typed a quick response, already anticipating her playful tone in your mind. You loved how she could always make you feel at ease, even through a simple message.
| Me > Just here spoiling my favoriteâand only likedâbaby. Maybe a little bit of myself too. Don't worry, I got something for you too :)Â
You quickly hit send before slipping the phone back into your pocket, taking a deep breath and grinning to yourself. Natashaâs little text brought that familiar warmth to your chest. It was as if she were right there with you, even though you were standing in a Cartier store with your daughter on your hip, the weight of the situation suddenly feeling a bit more real.
You looked over at Ana, who was still babbling happily in your arms, oblivious to the significance of what was happening around her. But one day, she would understand. You smiled again, feeling that quiet sense of certainty deep in your heart.
Your phone buzzed again just as you finished collecting everything from the counter.
| My woman â€ïžâđ©č > Just making sure. But seriously, hurry back, or I might come check on you myself, and you know how dangerous that could be đ
The playful challenge in her text made you chuckle softly, already imagining the smirk on her face. You could feel the pull to get back to her, to settle into that space of comfort and love that had become so effortless between you. You sent a quick reply before turning to head out the door.
| Me:Â Iâll be back soon. Donât worry darling <3Â
You pulled out your phone again, holding Ana in your hip while rolling though your phone this time with a mischievous grin as you typed a message to Clint. You knew youâd need some help pulling this off without Natasha catching on.
| Me: Iâm about to propose to your bestie, can you do me a solid? Like, distract her for the next few hours, maybe until midnight?
You hit send, already picturing Clintâs reaction. Within seconds, the reply came.
| Male Katniss đč > Damn, finally. You got it, kid. Donât worry, Iâll make her suffer with me watching the Rockies. That should keep her occupied.
You smirked, feeling a little lighter with Clintâs usual sarcastic response. You could practically hear the eye-roll in his voice. But it was exactly what you needed. You sent back a quick âThanks, Clint. I owe you oneâ before slipping the phone back into your pocket and heading to meet Natasha, excitement bubbling up in your chest, Ana was looking at you as if she knew what is about to happen tonight.a
You were getting one step closer to making it all real.
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One thing thatâs become really clear while watching Classic Doctor Who alongside the current eraâespecially starting with the Fifteenth Doctorâis how well the Ninth through Twelfth Doctor eras nailed the balance of episode length and story structure.
Classic Who usually split its stories into four or five 20â25 minute episodes per arc, which roughly equals the runtime of a modern two-parter. But while that format allowed for sprawling narratives, it came with a tradeoff: pacing. Entire episodes sometimes feel like narrative treading waterânot because the writing was bad, but because of the constraints of mid-20th century television. (Thatâs its own fascinating rabbit hole, but weâll save that for another time.)
To be fair, Classic Who did experiment with its format. Some stories, like The Edge of Destructionâa tight, two-part psychological thriller set entirely inside the TARDISâused a smaller runtime to great effect. Itâs still one of the strongest entries of Season 1, partly because it had no room to meander.
Later, the show dabbled in stories of two 45-minute episodes during Season 22. But those episodes often had the same problem: some stories still didnât need the extra time. Take The Mark of the Rani, for example. It was padded out to fit that two-part, 45-minute-per-episode format (roughly 90 minutes total), but honestly? It couldâve been a sharper, more effective 40-minute story. Thereâs a lot of unnecessary fluff that drags the pacing down.
But then you get something like The Keys of Marinusâa six-parter (20 min each part) that essentially functions as a sci-fi anthology. Each episode throws the Doctor and co. into a completely new setting with its own self-contained mini-plot. It uses its extended format to experiment and surprise without feeling stale. Thatâs when the long form works.
Then came the 2005â2017 revival era, and honestly? The show hit its structural gold standard: twelve episodes per season, blending 40-minute standalones with 80-minute two-parters. And it just worked.
Episodes like Blink and Midnight were tight, high-impact stories that landed precisely because they didnât overstay their welcome. Try stretching either one to feature-length, and the tension would unravel. Meanwhile, two-parters like The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances had room to build atmosphere, layer in character development, and deliver those signature emotional wallops. They remain fan favorites for a reason: the format gave them the breathing room they neededâand then stopped.
Which brings us to the Fifteenth Doctorâs era.
Right now, weâre back to a one-size-fits-all approach but the opposite direction: single 40-minute episodes across the season, with only the finale allowed to be a two-parter. And the result? Some stories just arenât getting the space they need to land.
Doctor Who thrives on structural flexibility. Some stories need 80 minutes to unfold. Others are perfect little 40-minute excursions. Locking every episode into the same runtime is like asking every alien to fit inside a human suit: it works until it doesnât, and when it doesnât, itâs obvious.
The point is: variety in format has always been one of Doctor Whoâs strengths. When the show leans into that, it sings. When it forgets that⊠well, you end up with stories that couldâve soared if they were just given a little more space to breathe.
(Also I donât mean to exclude 13âitâs just that her era experimented with structure so much across her run that itâs kind of its own thing, thereâs a whole separate post to be written about what worked and didnât there.)
(Fun fact for reading this far: The Edge of Destruction was only two 25-minute parts because the production team didnât know if the show was getting picked up for more episodes. They wrote a short, self-contained story set entirely inside the TARDIS to avoid building new sets. It was meant to be cheap fillerâand it ended up being one of the highlights of the First Doctorâs era.)
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Eyes on me.
Self-aware!Jinwoo x reader
Was he just looking at you?
«Part 1
Ever since Jinwoo got the system and gained new powers, he had always felt like someone was looking at him.
Maybe the system was watching him-
No. This gaze was different.
It came from all directions, but he felt that it meant no harm to him. But he felt very uncomfortable. Being stared at all the time was not a comfortable thing anyway.
But gradually, he got used to it, and started to be curious about it. Then ever since he got his job change quest, he felt the owner of the gaze become clearer.
Then it started with images flashing in his mind suddenly, vaguely.
A person lying under the blanket, holding a phone reading something. A manhwa. Solo Leveling. Sung Jinwoo. You was reading about him. He could see glimpses of what was on your phone, which made him frown.Â
That's when he learned that in a parallel world, his life was created just to be an entertainment for humanity. That everything he experienced was created by human drawings, by human imagination. This made him laugh mockingly.
'How funny my life is..'
The deep sea of darkness stretched out before him, silent, still, just as it had been before his own darkness. He didn't know how long had gone by. It had been some time that he had been standing there.
He didn't know how much time had passed. He didn't know how long he had been standing there. The darkness had no concept of day or night.
Until one moment, you appeared in that world with a half-real, half-illusion, huge figure, before his eyes.
Your eyes looked straight at him.
Someone was looking at him. Not from this world. Not from his dimension. Someone on the other side of the screen. Someone... reading the story of his life.
The beginning interest in you developed into an uncontrollable fixation.
He shows interest in you by wanting to understand your identity and spend time with you. He does not understand how to achieve his desire.
It's frustrating.
Reading manhwa took you a few hours but Jinwoo spent months immersed in it. Time in his world passed quickly, and he was growing impatient.
He wanted you. Here.
By the time he had defeated the Architect and swallowed the system. He realized that you seemed to have noticed him looking at you.
The barrier between the two worlds was slowly being erased.
That made him excited. You were still there. On the other side of the screen. On the other side of the world.
From the moment you stopped in front of a panel - where your eyes met his - Jinwoo knew. You saw him.
Not the character in the story. Him.
No longer a vague observation from afar, but a connection. A returned gaze. The feeling of excitement exploded like a surge of mana in his chest. He wanted to break down the wall between the two worlds.
He wanted to bring you closer.
Your eyes were confused as you look at him. So cute.
You must be wondering if this is real. Being the nice guy he is, he needs to help you find out, right?
"I know you are looking."
He stood in the dark space, a dimension where time did not flow, where the world became absolutely still. But every time you opened your phone, light shone upon him. Like a door opening. Like a hand pulling him from the abyss.
For the first time, he heard a strange sound.
A heartbeat.
Not his.
Yours.
From the other world.
And he was drawn. Obsessed. Longing. He began to try. Sending vague glances. Soft smiles only when you were looking. Shadows that crossed the picture frame when you quickly scrolled by. Lines of text only you could read.
He watched your every emotion. When you were scared. When you stopped reading. When you gasped under the dark blanket.
He heard it all. And the more he did, the more he found you lovable.
Vulnerable.
Touchable.
And...easy to grasp.
It seems like you are running away from him. But it won't be that easy. With his absolute power, he can now break the rules of the world, he can interact with you.
And he will bring you to him soon. All it takes is the right time.
Jinwoo reached out, in the darkness, to where your eyes had met his. The space cracked, the cracks spreading like spider webs.
He whispered.
"Just a little more..."
"You'll get here."
"Or I'll come to you."
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You try not to think about it. You try to sleep. You try to forget that look.
But every time you blink, Jinwoo's face appears in your mind. His dark eyes are as deep as the abyss, his smile is vague as if he knows how you will react.Your emotions pull you in opposite directions because one side is scared and the other wants to explore. You stand at the cliff edge afraid of falling but unable to resist looking over.
And then that night, you dream.
Not a normal dream.
You're standing in complete darkness. The area feels empty with no air movement and no background sounds. It feels like you're in a place the world has never known.
Footsteps.
You turn around - and there he is.
Sung Jinwoo is walking towards you.
Slowly.
Steady.
There was no anger in those eyes, no doubt, only a strange certainty. As if this was the result he had been waiting for all along.
You stepped back. He still moved forward.
You asked, your voice trembling. "Where...am I?"
"The space between two worlds," Jinwoo replied, his deep voice reverberating through the space like sound waves touching every cell. "Here... I can reach you."
"Who are you!?"Â you took another step back, your palms sweating.
"You've already known who I am"
"I've been paying attention to you for so long," he stepped closer, only a few steps away, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek, his eyes frantic. "What have you done to me? Why am I so obsessed with you?"
You trembled.
"Become mine," Jinwoo said, his gaze tightening like chains. "Don't turn your back on me anymore. I'll come find you. Whether in my dreams or in real life."
Your heart is pounding.Â
And then, you wake up. Your breathing is ragged. Your head is spinning.
The phone rests on the table while its screen shows no light. You take a deep breath to settle your emotions. Just a dream. Just a weird nightmare...
But - in the corner of your eye, there's a blur. Like someone actually touched you.
You look down at the screen. A new notification from an unknown number.
"You won't escape me."
Since that day, you have been living in fear. The fear that he will come and take you away one day. So many scenarios have appeared in your head. It makes your heart race and your mind confused.
What does Sung Jinwoo want from you? Why does he want to drag you to that world?
Why is this happening to you?
From that fateful day, everything around you gradually became strange.
At first, there were recurring dreams. You always woke up in the middle of the night, cold sweat drenching your back, your breathing ragged. In the dream, Jinwoo no longer spoke - he just looked. The long stare seemed to be able to suffocate your heart, and every time that gaze fell on you, you felt like prey before a patient predator.
You started avoiding reading manhwa. You turned off notifications, deleted the app. But every time you tried to forget, everything seemed to come crashing down.
Your phone flickers on in the middle of the night. Strange messages from the unnamed number continued to appear, with just one simple line.
"Don't stay away from me."
"I'm getting closer."
Your phone numbers and SIM cards may change but the feeling of being watched remains. You sense someone watching you the moment you wake up. He seems to hover between what's real and what's not from an invisible spot.
Then one day, when you look at yourself in the mirror... It's not you looking in the mirror anymore. It's him looking out.
Jinwoo.
His eyes are reflected in yours. Not imaginary, but real. You stand there, frozen, unable to move. His lips move in the reflection, making no sound, but you understand.
"Almost there."
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The absolute darkness surrounded Jinwoo as he waited with fast-beating heart. He watched for too many days without taking action because he wanted the perfect opportunity. And now...now, that moment had come.
Jinwoo smiled darkly, power slowly surrounding him in a thick mist, violet eyes glowing.
The darkness surrounding him started to split apart. A faint thread of light appeared slowly between the darkness before it reached out across the empty space.
The crack grew bigger until it broke open to reveal a rough opening in the blackness.
He could feel her heartbeats pounding loudly in his ear. The silence became a background for the steady drumming of her heartbeats. As if the universe itself were holding its breath.
And then he felt it. A tug, faint but unmistakable. The connection was made. You were close.
"Just a bit more"Â He spoke his thoughts quietly as he reached for the portal.
The portal pulsated like a living being while its thin separation between realms grew dangerously weak. He extended his hand to touch the shiny opening of the crack. The portal emitted strong electrical energy because it sensed his upcoming movement.
He moved ahead by pushing himself through the large gap that appeared like an opening mouth.
You could sense your heart beating rapidly. Something was happening. Something was changing. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the phone screen, face down on the table, and the phone was in hand. You didn't touch it. Not at all. But it lit up on its own.
A blurry image appeared.
Those eyes.
Sung Jinwoo.
Your heart pounded in your chest and you took a reflexive step back. The air was thick, so thick you had to breathe hard. And then...
Crack-
A deafening shattering sound rang out. Not from the phone. But from the wall of your room.
Space broke like a mirror being smashed before your eyes. The spiderwebs of cracks were spreading out in all directions. From the cracks came a jet of black light, a jet of darkness flowing back into the world you were living in.
You screamed because you wanted to turn and run, but your legs wouldnât.
A portal appeared.
From the darkness, a hand reaches out, fingers long, cold, hard - grabbing your wrist. "I've waited long enough."
The voice is low, rumbling like a shockwave that travels straight to your spine.
You try to pull away. But his strength is inhuman.
"No!" you struggle, "This isn't real! I'm dreaming!"
Jinwoo looks at you - not with fierce eyes, but with eyes that have endured months of agony. Obsessive. Haunting. Creepily gentle.
"This is real," he whispers. "And you are mine."
Space shatters.
You're yanked forward - too weak to scream, too weak to react. It feels like falling into an endless abyss, your body torn between two worlds.
The light fades. There's no room. There's no phone. There's no familiar truth. There was only darkness, the thick scent of mana, and his breath right next to your ear.
You fell to the cold ground, shivering. The air here was thick, strange. A place you had never been.
You looked up. Jinwoo stood before you.
Black shirt, deep eyes, hair falling over his forehead. He looked at you as if he had just taken back a part of his lost soul.
"Welcome to my world."
He leaned down, his eyes shining like the night coming to life.
"Now you will never leave me again."
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the end-
tag: @areaderspov @izaquix078 @sky2lar @leviackerman2030
lol I had a day off and I spent the whole day just writing this.
it's almost late night here.........
#sung jinwoo x reader#sung jinwoo#solo leveling#jinwoo#solo leveling x reader#sung jinwoo x you#sung jinwoo x y/n#jinwoo sung x reader#jinwoo sung
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Been reflecting on my older work since coming out as trans.
I remember a long time ago, this must have been almost 10 years ago, I had this idea for writing a story that essentially followed a super-randomized Nuzlocke of Pokemon Platinum. The details of the plot I had planned don't matter too much, but the characters I had written for it were.
I had always enjoyed naming conventions when it came to characters, and I wanted to name the main characters after recurring items in the Pokemon series. This led to characters such as Berry, X, Candy, and Stone, but the two characters I'm focusing on here are Fossil and Disc, two names that people following my work closely enough may recognize that have had incredibly different and interesting futures.
Fossil was the protagonist, while Disc was the name of the rival. Looking back, it's fascinating how different I had made them. Fossil's entire character was kinda summed up by "generic white guy". That was really it. He was obviously kinda confused about his whole situation, and maybe he would have gotten more character traits if I ever wrote more than an opening chapter, but that's about all the character development I thought of for him. Granted, he very much was meant to be the self-insert.
Then there's Disc. She was far from generic. I loved her so much that I ended up revitalizing her for another story idea a couple years ago that also ended up not going anywhere (at least not yet) and then pulling her into NCCT. When I did I even convinced my boyfriend to draw her.
Yes, Team Magma Grunt. Her personality was a lot more memorable. She was listening to classic rock songs. I remember having her singing along to âHit Me With Your Best Shotâ idly at one point in the little bit I wrote about her. And I also kinda imagined her being a bit of a flirt.
For Disc, like I said, I brought her back for a story I was working in called âCross-Stitchâ. It never got past the intro because the gimmick is a logistical nightmare (a story where the characters are all interacting, but the order in which you read the chapters are different depending on whose point of view youâre following), but I had a lot of fun writing her, especially since I wanted her goal to be to use the aforementioned gimmick to create a time paradox and fuck up the entire space-time continuum.
I even put her in NCCT, assuming that the story before would have ended with her getting arrested by a secret government agency and put on parole for trying to destroy the fabric of spacetime, and RPing as her was always a blast.
Meanwhile, Fossil went in a very different direction.
Fossil went on to star in an incredibly interesting stream series I did, in which I pretty much tried to make my original story, but in an actual Nuzlocke of Pokemon. I edited the dialogue of the rival to directly speak to me, the player, which I responded to on stream. He would also fuck around with my files and record me talking to my therapist. I also made a lot of cool premade video stuff for it. It was called Iggylocke, and itâs worth checking out, deadname and all.
But I never got to reveal the twist, although Iâve talked about it since then. The twist was that they found my notes in planning the series and cross-referenced it with listening in on my therapy sessions and found out I had subconsciously made Fossil everything that I hated about myself. And they were upset about that.
And looking back on that is very interesting now.
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Playing Dark Souls 2 again and damn, in spite of its rough edges, I think itâs my favorite.
Theyâre all good, mind you. Dark Souls 1 is the foundation, and 3 is playing the hits while also saying that it canât just play the hits forever and has to end.
And Dark Souls 2 is doing its own weird different thing and I love it.
I think it has the best story of the three games, because it really concerns itself with people.
The intro isnât a list of people and monsters you need to kill, itâs your story. How you came into this land. You are afflicted with the curse of undeath, and itâs destroying your life and your mind. Everything that follows is based around that. Youâre not the Chosen Undead, a title put on you in the first game because of a role youâre expected to play in some legend. Youâre the Bearer of the Curse, because thatâs your concern in all this, your curse.
You see it afflict others throughout the game, too. Most of the characters in Majula canât remember how they got here, their goals, their lives before Drangleic are fading, same as yours. Lucatiel is by far my favorite NPC in any Souls game, a tragic view of another cursed undead that doesnât quite make it. You fight alongside her. She confides in you, forms a bond with you. And then, as the last remnants of her mind, her self, leave her, she begs you to remember her name. Vendrick, the mighty king of Drangleic, is a shell of himself. He shuffles around in his own tomb, having long ago succumbed to the curse. He may as well already be dead. In every way that matters, he is.
And if you donât figure something out, itâs going to happen to you, too.
Some to do has been made about the world layout not making sense. Some say itâs bad design or development troubles leading to compromises. Others say itâs intentional, that time and space are warped, though I think thatâs either not true here or done much better in DS3. I subscribe to a third camp Iâve seen a bit less frequently: These nonsensical ways you move between some of these places are because you forgot how you got from one place to the other.
âSo you got to the top of the tower, then what?â
âOh, then I got on an elevator, which took me upâ up to⊠I was on an elevator⊠then I was in an old keep sinking into a lake of lava.â
Youâre losing your mind and your memory, you just canât remember what happened between Earthen Peak and Old Iron Keep.
So you go slay the old ones, find Vendrick, seek out the ancient dragon, defeat Nashandra andâ
It doesnât work. You donât cure the curse. You can either take the throne, or keep looking for a cure. We donât see what kind of monarch you are to your ruined kingdom if you stay. And we donât see you find a cure to the curse if you leave.
You lose.
Itâs left to you to decide, does continuing to fight this fate have meaning? Is the struggle, in and of itself, worthwhile?
Dark Souls 2 is about going Hollow, and I love that it goes in such a different direction with its lore and story to be that.
#dark souls 2#also yeah I know about the crown you get for doing all the DLCs#I always saw that as a non-canon little bonus
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(This is not going to be like my other posts but I think it's nice, bear with me for a bit)
Something I said got a bunch of likes on twt a few days ago, but I can't stop thinking about it so I wanted to expand on it a bit! (And I like rambling on about these things, nothing you can do on twt I assure you, this gets a bit lengthy)
Here's the interaction for reference:
OK SO! First things first: PV's awakened form, one way or another, IS a direct representation of the Fount of Knowledge. Or well, at the very least it's what we've been shown to be the most idealistic form of him.
We can't know for sure how the Fount of Knowledge actually was like or acted, because Shadow Milk will never get vulnerable enough on screen to let the audience know such things, but if the statue of him is anything to go by (and not a fabricated lie) then we have something to work with.
The Fount of Knowledge has a key opening in the middle of his chest, and coincidentally, he's also carrying his soul jam on his staff which has the form of a key. This could be interpreted as him having the answers that others' (cookies) can unlock.
However, if we pay closer attention to the pictures, we'll see that the Fount's key is a bit "weird"

As you can see, not only are there two teeths in the key, but there's also a large space from the end of the staff to the point where the first teeth appears.
If someone were to literally try to insert this key into Fount's keyhole to try and get it open, it would pierce through Fount! The key is simply too large, and it doesn't seem like complicated teeth would actually fit inside the hole either.
Now, let's see Pure Vanilla's staff!

As you can see, he only has one teeth right at the bottom of the key. This is how most functional keys look!
One interpretation could be that Fount never actually held the key towards true knowledge, which is a fault that made him fundamentally imperfect towards his greater purpose. Another reason why he fell into deceit in the first place.
Pure Vanilla, however, as holder of the light of truth, also holds a functional key as his staff. He carries that truth with him and plans to open up a path to himself and keep finding out new truths of the world.
His key isn't going to open all keyholes, just as the path he leads isn't going to let him find everything there is to know, but if he holds the truth close to his heart (therefore, the soul jam at his chest) he will continue to follow the light.
But let's circle back to Shadow Milk.
He is the beast of deceit, and he hides so much of himself that you could even call his whole current identity a lie, as if he was trying to be deceit incarnate just like he once was the representation of knowledge.
Let's remember now, that we can interpret the key hole on his chest when he was Fount as an opening to himself, and therefore, to knowledge.
Basically the truth of himself, if I'm making any sense with this.
When he turns into Shadow Milk though, where does he hold his soul jam of deceit? Right where the keyhole was! Essentially, he's obscuring the truth of the world and of himself with lies.

Now, what does Pure Vanilla say at the end of BY8?
He says that he is the one who can understand him best, that he's the only one who can understand Shadow Milk.
And while it's mentioned that it's because of their shared soul jam, this is not the only reason why.
Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla are very important to each other, in whatever way you want to see it. They're essential to each other's story and development.
In the end, the reason why they can understand each other so well is because they're pretty similar. At least in the way they feel, or have felt, about the world.
There's a reason why Pure Vanilla turned into Truthless Recluse after all. Even if it was for a short amount of time, those were still his real feelings, and they mirrored Shadow Milk's own.
The fact that Awakened Pure Vanilla holds a key is to find his own truth, and this fact cannot be diminished. However, I think it would be a disservice to his character and their relationship if it's not also acknowledged that Pure Vanilla's truth fundamentally involves Shadow Milk's true self too.
Fount of Knowledge, as much as that's a discarded persona, it's also a part of Shadow Milk he cannot erase. And Pure Vanilla understands this the same way he understands that Truthless Recluse was a part of himself too.
Pure Vanilla's staff as a key, exists to unlock the hidden lock Shadow Milk has buried deep into his past. Because Shadow Milk's truth is also Pure Vanilla's truth.
That's why he embraces deceit, because Shadow Milk is deceit. And Pure Vanilla tries to make Shadow Milk embrace the truth too, that's why he asks him to be his friend.
Pure Vanilla is truth, so by asking Shadow Milk to be friends with him, he's asking him to embrace truth.
This entails Shadow Milk accepting his past, which Pure Vanilla has the key to unlock now with his awakening and the arduous journey he underwent in the spire to find himself. A key that has long been tossed away by Shadow Milk when he stopped being the Fount of knowledge.
Therefore, while Pure Vanilla's key can't crack open every lock in his way, it is designed by default for its priority to be opening Shadow Milk's heart/soul.
(One last thing would also be that Pure Vanilla's staff, from having a light, technically is also traversing through the darkness in Shadow Milk. I don't want to go into too much detail because this is better explained by this post, go check their stuff out on both of their accounts, it's really good!)
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Anyways, that's it, thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Maybe I'll post another analysis in the future if this is well received lol (I have this idea of PV's awakened form being Fount's but reverse if that makes sense???)
Bye now â€
#their relationship and parallels drive me insane#cookie run kingdom#crk#pure vanilla cookie#shadow milk cookie#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#puremilk#analysis#rant#idk how to tag lol#crk analysis
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One Piece Live action season 1 + hints or similarities to future One Piece moments (specifically after East Blue saga) - part 1: episodes 1-3 [part 2 here]
This isn't meant to be a comparison between the live action and the animanga, but more so seeing these added/modified scenes that differ from the manga, yet with some of the acting/writing includes clues and hints to different and future canon material, or even characterization that necessary doesn't fit East Blue yet, but fits well enough into later arcs.
Luffy not knowing his world directions both in Opla (ep 1) /// Skypiea arc, in anime ep 168. But it could be for honestly any other arc (Funny thing is, in Opla he rang the bell that unfortunately alerted Alvida's crew, and only when I was rewatching that scene it made me connect it with the great Luffy moment at the end of Skypiea.)
The matches that Zoro has on the Island of Sixis in Opla ep 1, possibly manufactured on Baldimore (?), with a name Beast of Baldimore. /// After Sabaody Archipelago Franky was sent to Baldimore by Kuma, finding Vegapunk's homeland and laboratory, and also developing more of his science projects, as well as causing funny incidents, such as the Burning Beast. (It has probably nothing to do with the matches, except for the 'tiger on fire' motif and the name of Baldimore, but the details of Opla are just so fun!)
Zoro's first meeting with Luffy in Opla episode 1 is really different but fun nonetheless, especially with wording of the line that he doesn't want to 'play pirates' with Luffy. It's such a great setup line for his development to truly be one of the very first to understand how much Luffy means everything he's doing /// Zoro in ep. 323 Post Enies Lobby arc, making sure both his crew and the audience know how seriously he takes being part of Luffy's crew and what it means for future arcs.
Opla ep 2, Luffy mentioning Shanks' way of thinking about fighting (or not fighting someone who's not worth it) /// ep. 146 Jaya arc, Luffy saying to Zoro not to fight Bellamy's crew, which was direct influence from Shanks not fighting the Mountain bandits in the first chapters of the manga. It's interesting that for both of these scenes both Zoro and Nami are there to hear this.
This is just a fun bit, but seeing Nami excited about having a bath was cute. Opla ep 3 /// anime ep. 326, just after they get Sunny and everyone was finding out what space there is for them.
Garp and Koby playing the game of Go, Opla ep 3 /// CP0 agents playing Go while discussing the outcome of Strawhats & Oden's crew's raid on Onigashima against Kaido. It seems like a game that maybe Marines play more/enjoy (?) & above, up to CP ranks.
Usopp 'retelling' a story about eating a dragon, Opla ep 3 /// Punk Hazard ep 580, Zoro killing the dragon and planning with Luffy what's the best way to cook and eat it. Lol. In next chapters Luffy was carrying a big chunk of it, seemingly ate a bit part of the dragon already.
This one is self explanatory. Zoro is so gone for Luffy in Opla it's insane. Every time I remember that I get emo. ep 3. /// One of the first really fond smiles that Zoro keeps smiling at Luffy, a mixture of proud and understanding how Luffy works. ep 63, but it's just so much better in the manga, just look at it. Smittenâą (ch. 104)

#i had a great idea to rewatch opla now that im caught up with one piece and this is what i came up with OTL im so tired#so at least posting part 1 and later will work on the rest#one piece#one piece live action#opgraphics#oplaedit#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#nami#usopp#franky#zolu#luzo#romance dawn trio#onepieceedit#gif:opla#mine#gif:one piece#gif:op anime#its actually really interesting to go back to what brought me to the manga. like nothing can really show the way its portrayed in the manga#but opla is doing a great job in making somethign new out of what we know and love#with different light on certain things. different angles and scenes pushed a bit around. but in the end i feel it makes perfect sense#for the story it's trying to tell on its own. for who these characters are too. *cough. youre my captain and im your first mate*
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i need tips to stop oversharing
everyoneâs always like âif you be mysterious, people want to be friends with youâ but i CANâTT
UGH I HATE IT SMM ITS LIKE PPL SMILE AT ME AND I START YAPPING TO THEM ABOUT EVERYTHING
iâm so weirdddd ughhh
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hi angel đ©° mindy here....
first of all, you're not weird. youâre human, and also really, really self-aware, which is honestly a sign of emotional intelligence. oversharing isnât a character flaw, itâs just a form of vulnerability thatâs maybe lacking a little bit of direction right now. and you know what? that can definitely be rewired.
but youâre right. thereâs something so deliciously powerful about being unreadable. not cold. not distant. just quietly self-contained. you know, that one girl in your class who always looks like she knows more than sheâs saying. being mysterious doesnât mean suppressing your personality, it means curating what parts of you, you reveal, and when. think: allure, not silence.
so, if youâre ready to stop trauma-dumping after someone tells you they like your lip gloss... letâs get into your â§ anti-oversharing glow-up â§. - love youuuu
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â„ step one: create your âpublicâ script sometimes we overshare because we donât have a âgo-toâ version of ourselves for light conversation. so when someone gives us an opening, our brain kind of panics and goes âquick! say literally anything!â and out comes your ENTIRE 7th grade story arc.
to fix this, create a mental âhighlight reelâ version of yourself for casual convos. i call this your âglow-up script.â these are a few cute, polished, semi-surface-level anecdotes and answers you intentionally rehearse for common situations:
â§ howâs school going? â âitâs been intense but i kind of love it. iâve been really into productivity stuff lately.â â§ what do you like to do? â âmostly reading & making pinterest boards like itâs my job.â â§ how was your weekend? â âsuper recharging. iâve been trying to stay offline more lately.â
this gives you a comfy, consistent personality to draw from without reaching into the emotional deep end. bonus: people will find you intriguing because youâre selective.
â„ step two: let silence stretch a little a lot of us overshare because we feel pressure to fill silence. like, someone says something and you feel like you have to respond instantly and enthusiastically or itâs rude. but silence isnât awkward unless you panic about it.
instead, practice the â§ micro pause â§. when someone asks you a question or makes a comment, pause for two full seconds before you answer. let your eyes flick away for a beat. this one trick shifts the vibe completely. it gives you space to choose your words and makes you appear way more composed and thoughtful. think of it as conversational ballet: graceful, intentional, a little mysterious.
â„ step three: replace âomg same!â with âthatâs so interestingâ oversharing often starts when we relate too hard too fast. someone mentions their cat and suddenly youâre spilling about the time yours almost got run over and how that spiraled into your fear of loss and attachment theory.
instead of instantly jumping into your version of the topic, try observing it in them.
â§ âthatâs so interesting, whatâs your cat like?â â§ âwait thatâs such a unique story, tell me more.â
this helps you break the reflex to center the convo on yourself. you stay warm and curious without handing over your diary.
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â„ develop a â§ private life aesthetic â§ if you want to stop oversharing, you need to fall in love with the idea of being private. romanticize it. write diary entries no one will ever read. take photos you donât post. go to cafes without tagging the location. being private isnât being lonely, itâs creating a secret world so rich and beautiful that you donât need external validation.
â„ use a âmental filterâ before you speak before you say something personal, ask yourself:
â§ is this earned information, or am i offering it to feel accepted? â§ would i regret this if it got repeated? â§ is this helping the conversation or derailing it? â§ am i sharing this for connection or out of nervousness?
if itâs not intentional, save it for later, or your journal.
â„ tryâgentle deflectionâ you donât have to answer every question. if someone gets too nosy or the convo feels like itâs tilting into overshare territory, try a soft pivot.
â§ âhmm thatâs a long story, maybe another day. but tell me about you!â â§ âhaha iâve blocked that era out. what about you though?â
play it like a game. you stay in control of the narrative while still being cute & open.
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â when i catch myself about to overshare, i mentally switch into â§ editor mode â§ like iâm revising a diary entry. i ask: âdoes this version of me feel like the version i want to become?â if not, i scale it back.
â i also keep a âburn bookâ journal (not for meanness, just raw thoughts) where i can word vomit everything and no one sees it. it satisfies the urge to get it out without the regret.
â lastly, i pretend iâm the main character of a book thatâs still being written. no author spills the whole plot in chapter one. they drop breadcrumbs. a line. a glance. a sentence that makes people curious. you are the enigma. the slow-burn story. donât give them the whole novel.
youâre not too much. youâre just overflowing with personality, and now youâre learning how to bottle it in perfume instead of spilling it like water. and i promise... the more you stay grounded, the more youâll see how people lean in, want to know more, wonder about you. itâs not fake. itâs just strategic softness.
your power has always been in your words. now youâre learning how to use them, not waste them.
youâre becoming the mystery. the âi wonder what sheâs thinkingâ girl. the âshe smiled but didnât say muchâ kind of energy. lol.
and trust me, it'll work like wonders.
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[link] to a video interview with DA:TV Creative Director, John Epler.
Notes:
In-world itâs been 9 years since the events of DA:I
âAt the end of Trespasser, Solas declared he was going to break the world to rebuild itâ
The section of the game that we saw in the Gameplay Reveal takes place âafter Varric and another handful of adventurers, the initial Veilguard, have been tracking him down throughout Thedasâ
If you have played previous DA games, thereâs a lot of lore and references in DA:TV that will add to the experience
No save transfer, but there are opportunities to reference what you did in previous games
Tevinter is the most impressive civilization in modern Thedas because itâs a nation that runs on magic
Lore/art direction: âMagic has started seeping into the world through Solasâ ritualâ, âand so youâre seeing the effects of that on the space, and on the visuals as wellâ
The CC team and character art team spent a lot of time working on making sure that hairstyles behaved appropriately, in a realistic way, and on representing a lot of different hairstyles
They wanted to provide more opportunities to spend time with the characters in a way that previous games didnât allow for as much
They âdid start a first version of Dragon Age 4 after Trespasser. Anthem came out, we needed to ship development to that. And when we came back we really rebooted development, started fresh, but the story has remained the same throughout, the goals of that story have remained the same. Weâve always wanted to take Solasâ story and put a final conclusion on thatâ (Fel note: the previous project was code-named Joplin. It was since revised to such an extent that its code name changed to Morrison, per the Bio25 book. This sounds like lots of the story, beats, themes etc from Joplin have remained despite the project change :>)
âA lot of what we want to do in this game is show the story as much as tell through conversation, dialogueâ. They want the spectacle to be part of the storytelling, they want the player to be able to feel the story happening around them as much as it being told to them
They arenât getting more specific regarding the release date as yet beyond Fall 2024
Game is coming out on Xbox Series S and X, PS5, PC
Will it be playable on Steam Deck? They are ânot going to get into that quite yet, soâ
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DA: The Veilguard Spoiler review pt2 - The Grime
this is a hard one to tackle without strawmaning anyone because itll be a direct response to alot of defense ive seen for the games morality system so ill just start by saying, iykyk
never a genre has been better equipped to discuss ethics than the interactive medium of games and yes, bioware games have been doing it since baldurs gate and no, theyve not always been 'centrist' and 'conservative'. im not even gonna entertain that idea. do you remember the cultural landscape DA:O released to? the landscape it was developed in? dont give me that just because zevran doesnt write in his little notes -that you can conveniently read- 'gay good. not me but me bisexual'
Thedas is a flawed world and its a world thats just as desperate to hang on to its status quo as our own. every time you play an elf thats thriving, or a human thats queer, or a mage thats not institutionalised you exist in a world that doesnt want you, it is an act of defiance that you do.
im sure we can all see why these games were so popular with the audience they can only weakly try to pander to today.
derailing time again; so one of my favourite paintings of all time is saturn devouring his son. it makes me feel so uncomfortable that it gave me nightmares as a child, and i still cant look at it without feeling this knot in my throat. i hate it. i hate how it makes me feel, how that man looks at me in terror like its begging me for help while cannibalising another. weird story but i was bewitched by that painting as a little kid.
it is not a well drawn painting, the proportions are all over the place, brush strokes crude and inelegant. it doesnt even have a deeper story nor was it intended for an audience. i will never know what goya thought of when drawing it.
i thought alot about that painting later in my life when i was struggling with mental health problems, i thought about goya alot too as an adult and after learning about his life. i stared at his paintings and remembered when i told my dad that i hated [saturns] big eyes and hed jokingly said "it would be scarier if he didnt have eyes"
i know what the drawing looks like now, nearly everyone with a little access to the internet does. if somebody removed saturn from it, we'd still be left with a brutalised headless carcass of a man in a canvas too big for itself. if we removed that too all we'd be left with would be void.
i dont want to live in a world where all i know of goya is his rococo work, i dont want to stare at the painting of a void knowing what filled it before. i hated every second of germinale but i never wanted it to be anything other than itself, the story it tells could never hold credence otherwise.
DAV has done its best to paint over it, but its still on the old canvas and i cant look away from the negative space its left, i know whats under it and it unsettles me, infuriates me. it hands me a palette with baby blues and pinks and tells me to paint over it to make a prettier painting. didnt i hate the eyes? wasnt it gross before?
i am not going to write why we need some grime in art, but its absence is disheartening. and to those who say hanged people in the streets or blighted villagers is dark and mature ill say no. its a kids idea of maturity, its the aesthetic of it with no substance. it means nothing to me if rook can just drench themselves in gallons of blight as they crawl through it. the horror of blight has never been the black goo and slimy tentacles, or the monster woman with way too many tits. it is watching people you love slowly fade away, it is a woman who was forced to cannibalise the contaminated flesh of her friends because the woman she loved betrayed her, it was the sheer scale and inevitability of it.
one area we go to is overrun by it and the game begs me to feel hopeful that flowers are growing again when it never let me lose hope. people have already prevailed, they have roofs over their heads and a steady supply of food on their tables. their spirit is unwavering.
its bad, everybody says. the sky is grey and soil is blackened, as my rook turns some statues to access a haunted house whos inhabitants are long gone and the only story they could ever tell is gone with them.
if the question is do i want to see famine? plague? misery? abuse? assault? the answer is yes. yes. i want to see it all of the filth. i rather face the fucking monster head on with its big bulging eyes and misshapen limbs than stare at the abyss its absence leaves on the canvas.
and if nothing else, this bastardization is disrespectful to the people who gave the IP its fame.
Why choose to be good?
back in the bsn days ive wondered why, even in a fictional universe where your choices have no real-life repercussions what-so-ever, players had more 'good' playthroughts than 'bad'?
what happens when you start killing NPCs, when youre needlessly mean to them? the game actively closes off its own content. you get less out of the game. just as, completely incidentally, you'd get less out of your life if you just started killing everyone around you. The world would be emptier, youd be alone.
in that quote i stole from good place chidi doesnt ask "why be good?" the wording is painfully deliberate. doing good is always a choice, and often not the easy one. what makes the act matter is that you chose to do it, even when given 6 other options not to. did i stop in the middle of an important quest to help a man retrieve an heirloom from a darkspawn infested hut? did i hear what that heirloom meant to him?
i cant stop thinking about that speech ever since playing this game after knowing its predecessors.
So, why do it then? Why choose to be good, every day, if there is no guaranteed reward we can count on, now or in the afterlife? I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.
i cant stop looking at this game that spits on its own legacy and think how could they have missed what fundamentally makes us human so bad, what makes us relate and empathise with eachother. what makes us pick the option to interact with an npc who openly hates what hawke is, and allow us to see the traumatised man underneath.
these characters of fiction are written by real people. i have absolutely nothing in common with a guy from canada yet for a brief moment in time i feel a sense of camaraderie as ive felt with goya that i couldnt articulate as a kid.
Nothing too terrible
DAV says it over and over again -as its wont to do with every piece of its flimsy morality- that people can change, people can be redeemed yet it shines as the game with most static characters in its franchise. it simply says things, and since it has nothing to show for it it makes sure to say it repeatedly, in case you missed it.
so when i first played DAO i was in high school, i started with a human noble because fresh out of dark side edgy kotor fame i wanted to be a posh brat. also because, ya kno, we were poor my entire life up until that point and i wanted to have power.
i committed to it, even as the game stripped cousland of everything he had, because i thought a man like him would. i picked the racist options, the sexist options, the options a man in couslands place would. halfway point of the game as i exhausted the initial dialogues something happened; this man who got paid to kill people, who showed no remorse nor care for his victims, begged my cousland to stil his blade.
and i did. i thought maybe he would be as confused as i was, maybe he had a moment of clarity but from thereon bit by bit he was less of an asshole. the characters grew around me, and my character grew around them. i chose to be good because -textually- we were in this together, at the end of all things.
rook is not a character, theyre a mascot. and quite frankly i think they may be a very evangelical mascot because they remind me of evangelical preachings of jesus more than the man from the bible (and i say this as someone whos only exposure to christianity has been through foreign media and the bible ive read that one time). they are the epitome of do no evil and their existence hinges on the frail concept of moral purity. theyre not a person trying to do good, who wants to be good, they are 'good'
-and lemme tell you its a wild choice to have someone like that locked in a prison of 'regret'-
rook can be mean to only one person in the game, and thats someone they dont even have a personal beef with for the most part. but even then they would be shouting at a wall because the game doesnt only undermine them with its narrative, but also every npc in the game suddenly gets possessed by the ghost of wattpad rejects past for a moment to tell them everyone can be redeemed. and i believe it because i played the other games, i believe it because i know zevran and sten and morrigan, isabela and thom and iron bull and dorian. i know it because i can see the vague shapes behind the new coat of paint but i am not rook.
so no, the game fails to get people-can-change points by its own merit, and it cannot gain points from its prequels because it destroyed them. none of those characters i watched grow exist in this universe. zevran cant exist with DAV crows, fenris` story cant exist in an imperium with invisible slaves only glimpsed through empty cages and broken chains left scattered on the ground. i dont know which morrigan this NPC is, is it the woman who grew to learn kindness, who begged to sleep with her friend just to save them despite knowing it would play into the plans of a destiny she so desperately tried to break free from? or is she the clever puppet her mother groomed her to be who wanted to harness the power of a god? i dont know her, i dont know this dorian or this isabela beyond their names ipso facto this is not a sequel.
bellara asks an assassin why he is trying to save the world and his answer is "ive done some things in the past im not too proud of. nothing too terrible, but some of it was bad." and i can hear the games desperation for me to not engage with its material in that 'nothing too terrible'
lucanis never killed anyone innocent, taash never harmed an animal they could shoo of or reason with, emmrich venerates the dead and is friends with every wisp he pulls to use in menial labour, davrin joined the wardens willingly because he wanted to do good...
rook tells harding that her anger is justified when shes not even allowed anger of her own.
nothing too terrible.
aside from creating boring and nonsensical and static characters it creates a dreadful echochamber that we're forced to sustain. No taash is not valid, their gender is but their behaviour is not and for the character to grow and mature it needs to be addressed. lucanis doesnt need to be pampered in shock blankets he needs to see how repressing his problems and jeopardising his health puts people around him in danger etc etc. they are adults and they need to learn more complex ways of healing. and if rooks flaw is that theyre an enabler, then that needs to be acknowledged by the narrative in some way too, and not mindlessly endorsed because they say some buzzwords.
none of these interpersonal relationships feels real because none of these people feel real beyond some draft of themes and tropes. some interactions literally remind me of two bots in facebook comments
i look at this dialogue wheel with familiar symbols and all im reminded of is hawke telling carver he carries every death with him, of him telling his uncle that he wasnt fast enough, of him begging the person he loves to tell him that his mothers death wasnt his fault.
and they dont. they just sit there with him.
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hello tumbled er
greetings and salutation. it is I, senja heterocaine, speaking to you through your favorite home screens. now you might be wondering: where on earth has senja heterocaine disappeared to these past 5 months? well the answer is as simple as it gets
I focused on my studies.
well yes that is the main reason. but that's like the nerd "obvious" answer. thereâs other reasons too. some of which includes me getting into new interests, revisiting my old, hibernating interests, getting involved in university organizations and events, getting more involved in big family stuff since I'm the oldest and the only of-age grandchild of grandma from mom's side.... lots of stuff
so I just finished the third semester of premed school right. honestly speaking, with how I was losing motivation on drawing, the art block post-art fight, and lack of time, I decided to well, take a break. and itâs pretty convenient too since it was early on in the third semester. during the entirety of it I was feeling pretty proud of myself like "oh I've been studying a lot. I've taken a break from drawing and blog stuff. surely things will get better" and it did! not immensely but it's significant enough that for once I don't feel an indescribable sense of terror after the semester ends. the focus of this semester was about reproduction systems and growth and development which is pretty fun? we get to use models and medical phantoms hands-on and poke them with needles and other rube goldberg contraptions. I did miss breeding bacterias in petri dishes and seeing my friends burn the microbiology labâs ceiling like last semester though. my grades are also improving⊠slowly but surely
(aftermath not pictured: me lounging on the couch scrolling through quora to see if there are people currently in college wanting to drop out)
maybe I was aiming too high. at least my grades are better than the previous two semesters and my social life is much better than it was back in high school. speaking of exams -- I went through my first osce exam around a week ago (practical exam to see if you can actually perform the skills labs lessons from the entire semester like you're a real physician). it was the most terrifying day of the month. my dentist said I have a big tongue and thatâs why I canât speak properly if Iâm being too fast. ntm I WAS NERVOUS!!! MY FIRST OSCE!!! with how I memorized everything I needed, I was pretty confident that I'd pass, though. I didn't and retook the exam the next day. the prelude was the worst crash out ever
ah ptooey. I'll just take it like a champ. my tutor who's 3 years older than me and currently in the anesthetic rotation of co-ass told me that things will get easier but that's very subjective. he's a medical olympiad student after all. my parents are pretty happy though with how my academic life is becoming better so that's that
LETS MOVE ON TO SOMETHING LIGHTER. section B: what I've been getting into ever since bruhstation was put on cryostasis
you know Transformers One (2024)? the transformers movie directed by josh cooley? based on the Transformers(tm) franchise by Takara Tomy and Hasbro? most tragic break up movie of the decade? I watched it twice, squealed once, and left me broken and inconsolable for weeks on end. it made me revisit my dormant transformers interest after 5 years. I've reread the idw comics (mtmte, LL, taao, main transformers comic), and is currently checking out more (reading the wreckers saga right now). god it made me miss rodimus and friends' zany space opera adventures. I've always envisioned casa tidmouth to have the same tone as mtmte... the oftentimes dark humor, fridge horror stuff, weird magic/science, the roller coaster of emotions, confronting the past... its crazy good.
stories where misfits and knuckleheads band together in a confined space while having crazy doctor who-like adventures am I right. like I want casa tidmouth to be like that. remind me to thank 14 year old me for this trip down memory lane. and as usual, I tend to make self-indulgent crossovers of any interest I'm thinking about at the moment with casa tidmouth
a terrifying sneak peak on what's to come.
I've been working on my oc projects too. you may have seen some of them on artfight (graciela, saudade, altair, etc) but I've been focusing the most on graciela and saudade's universe, children's heterotopia. it has the largest amount of characters in any story I've created (not counting casa tidmouth), the most effort put into planning the stories and weaving in its themes about capitalism, patriarchy, period-typical bigotry, etc. there's human experimentation and they're given powers that range from punching super hard to time and space displacement. I also inserted whatever I wanted into the story. sure, yes, there's a lesbians-only organization of which its members are named off the knights of the round table, theres a mafia that focuses more on the family drama and attempted parricide from all angles, and tragic assassin maids of which their names are wuthering heights references. also if you've been following my main tumblr hajimedics for a while, you might've seen my three fairly oddparents ocs. well I've given them the tezuka star system treatment and inserted them into children's heterotopia as well.
I've also gotten into UTAU production! I've made a number of UTAU covers but haven't uploaded them to youtube. only shared them around with my friends on priv twitter. a good friend of mine assisted in the creation of my own UTAU voicebank! their name is TORKA (like "torque"), their voice bank has a slight accent when singing in japanese (because I'm their voice lol) and CV-only, their in-universe lore is that they're an intergalactic train conductor picking up wayfarers and outcasts trying to find a place in the vast universe, and I love them dearly
moving on! this is a thomas the engine and company blog THIS IS A LIFE UPDATE POST
I'd rather not discuss about how I'm doing mentally in deep detail BUT what I'll say is that I can't confidently say "I'm doing better" or "I'm doing worse" because it always depends on the days. things are okay-ish nowadays. some days are scary. some days are boring. I still experience delusions, (ironically) worried about my anhedonia, and believe that certain bouts of confidence will trigger a jinx, but I think I've been controlling myself well? at least? I keep internalizing the belief that I'm an adult. 20 years old. I have to act accordingly and my life in real life is ten times more important than the internet. things are going to change more and more once I graduate premed and began the co-ass program. I have to think 10 steps into the future. building successful connections before you turn 30. sigma grindset and all that. sorry that was my father using my body as a spirit medium
AND ALSO. ALSO. BACK TO THE BLOG DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME I PROMISED TO MAKE A COMIC BASED ON THE RESULTS OF THE 1000 FOLLOWERS POLL AND NEVER DID UNTIL NOW. I'm terribly sorry. I promise I will get into it I SWEAR procrastination is kicking my ass. I have to plan the dialogue and script and stuff AND DRAW BUT
BUT HEREâS THE FUNNY THING
THE BLOG REACHED 2000+ FOLLOWERS A FEW MONTHS AGO
NOW WHAT DO I DO TO CELEBRATE?
I donât know honestly. I havenât done the 1000+ followers celebratory comic, and NOW I HAVE 2000+ FOLLOWERS. THERES 2000+ OF YOU NOW!!!!! THATâS CRAZY (IN A GOOD WAY)!!!! I thank you all for sticking with bruhstation through thick and thin for around 2 and a half years. Iâm glad for all your support, fanarts, asks, and such truly. like wow. 2k. in such a short time too! thanks guys. admittedly, I feel kind of guilty to leave everyone hanging for months with nothing to give, especially with such a high follower number. and realistically? I donât think Iâll be able to draw as much as I used to. like Iâve said earlier, Iâve been busy with my personal life and oc projects. itâs not like Iâm abandoning this blog any time soon? Iâm just speaking from a logical perspective, given my status as a student and (possibly, hopefully) future doctor too. I don't want to burn myself out posting like thrice a week, answering asks daily, I want to take things slow. at my own pace. maybe I'll focus on designing side characters as well and thinking about their roles in the story! but that's for another day. Iâm just glad everyoneâs still sticking around and enjoying my silly stuff
I do want to draw more for this blog! I want to put thomas and co. in more situations. make them dance for all our entertainments. but when youâre an adult, you realize that you have your own priorities. you canât always do the things you wanna do. you canât just drop something you donât like out of the blue. sometimes you have to sigh, scratch the back of your neck, and brave it while saying âI sure am getting oldâ
oh and also I'm a butch lesbian now. still he/they (heavy preference on he/him), still preferring masculine terms like "mr", "sir", "guy", still as crazy as ever. still aroace too and not interested in dating, something that's been a constant in my identity ever since I'm in early high school. little have changed I can assure you this. I am still senja. senja heterocaine from the net.
and thus concludes senjaâs life update post! what will the next post after this be about? something gordon-centric again? serious colored art? old men yaoi? silent hill UK localization? place your bets. everyone loves a good laugh
#life update post: now with illustrations#zin.txt#thomas the tank engine#ttte gordon#ttte james#judea (oc)#casa tidmouth#tugs zip#tugs ten cents#fortezza bigg city#very long post#senjart
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After sitting half finished for forever, I finally present Lanyon's Mindscape!
I spent quite a while coming up with everything and developing things in a way that connected very heavily to Lanyon's character (as well as Elias's) for my Lanyon Takes the Potion AU, so I'm very happy to finally share it! I mentioned it a while ago on the QnA with @arythusa , but here's the whole long summary!
I have a reason for each and every detail and choice, so if you have any questions, leave them in the reblogs or comments and I promise you I would LOVE to answer them :3 also, reblogs would be very appreciated, I put a lot of work into this <3
Now, let's begin!
The Mindscape
A twisting mansion of halls, doors, and spiraling staircases, Lanyon's mindscape is a vast, extravagant space.
Most of the mindscape has an inherent purple hue; grand chandeliers also bathe the upper, more "frequented" areas in a golden light. However, the deeper you travel, the more sparse these golden lights become.
Lanyon doesn't have the same odd "compartmentalization" abilities that Jekyll does, leaving his mindscape much messier and more confusing, with very little of it being any sort of "organized". Furthermore Lanyon hasn't ripped himself down to a shell of a person like Jekyll has; nor does he suffer from the same self hatred as Jekyll and Hyde, making his mindscape much more lively.
Residents of the mindscape include mind versions of: Jekyll, Everly, Lanyon Sr., Lanyon's mother (though she acts as more of a ghost,) the shadow people, and the Nightmaresâą.
THE ROOMS AND LAYOUT
THE HALLS
The halls are long and confusingly twisty, covered in unmarked doors, blurry portraits, and golden chandeliers, as well as other occasional decorations and clutter. There are very few doors that actually stand out enough to know they're special, like the ballroom, greenhouse, library, alchemy room, and Lanyon Sr's office. Most of the special rooms are near the surface, never moving, as their influence on Lanyon's character and memories are too strong to be moved from near the subconscious.
Memories, however, do tend to shuffle around a bit, even moving between floors depending on how much Elias or Lanyon is thinking of it. This shuffling has the ability to bring nightmares up from deeper levels to the more "safe" ones.
Many of the halls tend to lead in circles or straight into dead ends, and some doors simply lead to more hallways.
THE POCKET WATCH
To combat the twisting and turning, Elias eventually realizes that his "broken" pocket watch acts more like a compass, pointing him in the general direction of where he wishes to go. Mindkyll also has a pocket watch like this, being one of the more mobile mind people (despite his slight limp.)
The pocket watch has the normal larger clock face, as well as a smaller one for "seconds". The hands all spin aimlessly until a destination is thought of. The hour and minute hands work together for general direction like a compass, while the seconds tell the level, with straight up/forward being a higher level, down being a lower level, and horizontal being the current floor. Elias only figured this out with Mindkyll's help.
Elias, Lanyon, and Mindkyll all have an inherent attachment to their given watches, and when they're in other hands or removed from their persons, they feel more lost and confused, as if they have brain fog.
THE LIBRARY
Lanyon spends a decent bit of his free time reading and watching plays and productions, so it only makes sense for him to have a grand library filled with the fleeting memories of these pasttimes.
The bookshelves are oppressively tall, and despite the number of books and scripts, most of them aren't quite readable, since their words have been at least partially forgotten. However, there are a decent few books that are mostly filled out, namely favourite stories or plays he's ingested, old school books (thanks to Jekyll's influence,) and partially filled out journals or phrases that stuck with him, either from other people or things he's told himself.
Additionally, there is a reading nook with a fireplace in one of the corners, since reading is a comfort he hasn't abandoned.
THE MUSIC ROOM
The music room is a cozy space with a few chairs, a fire place, a grand piano, other various instruments, and sheet music strewn and hung about. There's also a couple of paintings, but they're covered mostly in music sheets. One of the other notable instruments is a violin, though it doesn't get used until Elias comes around.
This room is where Mind Everly spends most of her time, when not in the greenhouse, of course. Most of the music pieces are either nonsensical, or genuine ones that the real Everly has played for Robert.
This room becomes a sort of safe space for Elias after certain...events.
THE BALLROOM
The ballroom is a large, extravagant 2 story room. The floor/lower space has walls lined with windows, bringing a golden light to the whole room. However, nothing can be seen on the other side of the windows. Pillars sit between a few of them, holding up a large, wrap-around balcony-- I.e the second floor. The lower space also has a large circular design in the middle of the floor.
The second floor also has windows, as well as a few doors-- one of which leads into Lanyon Sr's office, since Lanyon viewed the tie between his fathers work and status so strongly, both becoming his whole life.
Because of how much of Lanyons life was built around balls and gatherings, the room is filled with shadowy upper class folk, all with somewhat blury features. They tend to act quite mindlessly, seemingly at least somewhat under Mindkyll's Beck and call, but they do dance together and murmur nonsensical, unsettling things to each other. They don't say anything that can be made out, but their growing judgement towards anything odd in the ballroom and overlapping voices can cause panic quite easily.
This room is frequented by both Mindkyll and Mind Lanyon Sr. Mindkyll tends to roam around, framing and dancing with the shadow people, while Mind Lanyon Sr stays on the balcony above, ever watching and judging what goes on below.
THE GREENHOUSE/GARDEN
An overgrown greenhouse filled with various vines, shrubs, and flowers (with occasional symbolism). there's an area for plants directly in the ground, as well as tables covered in pots, metal rafters with hanging pots, and a couple of trellises. The room is mostly all glass-- which still can't be seen through, but gives a warm, comforting glow to the room. There's also a glass table, which seats 2, and a little nook in one of the corners.
A lot of the flowers tend to change, as well as "randomly" bloom and wilt.
Elias likes to spend a lot of time just sitting in this room, occasionally with mind Everly. He also likes cutting back the overgrowth, but it always comes back. He eventually starts to keep track of how the flowers change as well.
THE ALCHEMY LAB
Based heavily around Jekyll's office and Alchemy-covered university desk, the lab is a dark, candle-lit room cluttered with alchemy equipment, books, and potions. There's an odd green fog in the air, making it one of the only rooms that isn't bathed in purple or gold.
This is the other room Mind Jekyll tends to frequent, usually experimenting or organizing his things. Lanyon and Elias both try to avoid this room, as the air feels uncomfortably heavy and tainted.
THE OFFICE
Lanyon's personal office, though it's quite lacking in furniture. The room mainly consists of a desk, chair, scattered books, and a lone, curtained window. The walls are covered in portraits (mainly of his father) and the desk is littered with bills and paperwork. The room seems almost abandoned, at least until Elias comes around to it.
THE UNIVERSITY DORM ROOM
A memory of his dorm room with Jekyll. The window seems to give a faint blue light, though the curtain usually covers it (symbolizing how he hid the relationship and his feelings.)
Jekyll's desk has a few alchemy things scattered on it, as well as text books. There are bunk beds, but the top looks unused.
There are various objects in the room that trigger a memory when they're interacted with, since many core memories were made in the room, buried or not.
LANYON SR'S OFFICE
A large, oppressive office, lit primarily by the two windows. The shelves and tables are covered with books and paperwork. Mirrors litter the walls (symbolizing Lanyon's similarities to his father), as well as portraits.
Mind Lanyon Sr obviously frequents this room, doing random work and reading. The room is also directly connected to the second floor of the ballroom, high above everyone else to show how Lanyon believed his father to put himself and his work above everyone else. Lanyon tends to avoid this room, and the second floor of the ballroom in general, as it makes him feel exposed. Elias also tends to avoid this room, as it makes him feel small.
THE CHARACTERS
ELIAS WRIGHT (LANYON'S HJ7 ALTER)
His outfit gives a more "working class" feel, inspired by his father's youth. They're also far more comfortable than Lanyon's usual clothes, so Elias doesn't mind them too much. The outfit somewhat symbolizes Elias's working spirit, as well as his yearning for his Father's approval via following in his footsteps (to a certain degree), acting as a sort of errand boy around the society/for Jekyll. They also make him look ungentlemanly, simple, and weak, making him stand out in the mindscape.
He has a "broken" pocket watch on him at all times, which he instinctively feels very protective over, as it's somewhat linked to his being.
Additionally, in memories he can "take the spot" of Lanyon, letting the memory compulse him on how to move. He likes doing this to feel like he's still Lanyon-- like he's whole again.
Feelings wise, Elias isn't too against the mindscape for a good while, mainly in the beginning. While it is confusing and lonely, leaving him quite on edge most of the time, he does at least find solace in mind Everly, Mind Jekyll, and some of the rooms. He does have a few run-ins with nightmares, though he always manages to flee or be saved somehow by mind Everly or Jekyll. He prefers to stay on the higher levels where it's brighter and safer, though occasionally he does go down to dig through memories, much to mindkyll's masked annoyance.
He initially sticks around Mindkyll quite a bit, dancing and hanging out in the ballroom or alchemy lab with him, even if he occasionally makes Elias kind of uncomfortable. Elias is quick to trust him and his charm, falling into him as a safety since Mindkyll is so kind towards him, and since he resembles Jekyll so much. Mindkyll is also quite touchy and praising with Elias, feeding Elias's yearning for romantic intimacy from Jekyll. Mindkyll usually knows just what cards to play to make Elias either fall for his charm or feel bad for him. They do pursue something of a "relationship", and despite the occasional discomfort Elias feels, he is quite reliant on Mindkyll for a while, using him as a stand-in since the real Jekyll seems so unattainable.
Also, Elias finds Mindkyll's "sparkle machine" ability quite funny, but of course falls for it. On a few occasions he's accidentally sparkled back, shocking Mindkyll and somewhat offending him.
Additionally, Elias hangs with mind Everly a decent bit too, finding her to be a more calming presence among the greenhouse and music room. She gives him advice and lets him talk, acting as a sort of mental therapist. She doesn't like mindkyll. She'll play music for Elias or sometimes just sit with him in the greenhouse.
Elias somewhat avoids mind Lanyon Sr, rarely trying to get to the ballroom's second floor, unless he feels he has to. He also partially tries to avoid his fathers gaze, though sometimes he can't help but look up at Lanyon Sr watching over the ballroom, yearning to make his father proud of him. Lanyon Sr's critical gaze tends to make him feel small, cringing under the judgement.
A mind version of his mother also haunts the mindscape, though she is scarcely seen. She does seem to like Elias far more than Lanyon though, sometimes even holding Elias and calling him her baby. She only really shows up in the greenhouse, from what Elias has seen.
MIND JEKYLL
A resident of Lanyon's mindscape, he's a sparkly amalgamation of Jekyll and Hyde. Wandering between the ballroom, halls, and his lab, he mainly dances, experiments, and charms. He has phantom pains all around his body, stemming from Lanyon's constant fear of Jekyll getting hurt (especially via potion mishaps), and has a limp in his left leg from recurring nightmares of Jekyll stepping in a bear trap on the faithful Bleeding Heart Nightâą.
Before Lanyon and Elias split, mind Jekyll looked far more like normal Jekyll and acted a bit more awkward. however, after learning of Jekylls duality, mindkyll became a bit more Hyde like, his sideburns growing out, his hair growing messier, and gaining a hole filled cape and green hat, as well as gradient eyes. He hates his new appearance a decent bit, blaming Elias for it.
He spends most of his time in the ballroom, since Lanyon taught him how to act "proper" and he seemingly surpassed Lanyon at that, causing him to become a sort of icon to Lanyon in that sense. In the ballroom he's quite the charmer, going between the shadow people and playing them as he wishes, which stems from Lanyon's jealousy of how Jekyll acted (and still acts) with women at parties while they were together.
Mindkyll tends to feel an inherent hatred for Elias when Elias is around him, as if Elias's presence by itself just causes stabs of anger and resentment in him, though usually he can force this feeling down in order to keep his charming facade up. However, on top of that resentment, when he feels like he has any sort of control over Elias, he gets a swell of pride and power in his chest. He tends to get more inwardly cocky, which mixes with the hatred and makes him increasingly cruel at times, though he does mask that with his charm and sparkles. He's also very much emotionally manipulative, pulling at Elias's weaknesses and the slight inherent attraction Elias has for him, since he looks like Jekyll and such. He doesn't really tend to outwardly show any of his hatred of course, since he wants to keep Elias's trust for the most part, but he does Harbor Lanyon's resentment and repression of all those "weak" emotions and such. Additionally, he holds a lot of Lanyon's "rebellious" stage, feeding off of the power he gets from having control.
He also lets off sparkles as a sort of defense mechanism for when he feels threatened or starts getting impatient/aggravated. They have a somewhat calming effect, most of the time at least, made to distract people from his real intentions and feelings. Occasionally, however, their impact/sway is dulled, like against Mind Everly. Eventually, Lanyon starts becoming more resistant to their sway, and after a certain future event, so does Elias.
MIND EVERLY
Mind Everly tends to avoid the ballroom, so she doesn't really interact with the shadow people unless she has to. She's also surprisingly adept at fighting off the nightmares. When Mind Mumyon randomly shows up in the garden, or on rare occasions the music room, she'll kinda just chat with her and keep her company until she wanders off/disappears again. With Mindkyll, Everly tends to be a bit "low patience" with him, not really playing into his charm and tending to ignore him.
Mind Everly knows she's just a part of Lanyon, being one of his main comforts and someone that he confides in, and she's quite alright with doing her thing and occasionally helping out Elias or Lanyon. She's just as sweet and trustworthy as the real Everly, acting somewhat as a therapist and general advice giver. She's also quite protective of Elias after certain events.
She frequents the Music room and the Garden, only occasionally going into the ballroom if she feels she has to. She completely avoids the alchemy lab, and only goes into Lanyon's office every once in a while to clean it up a bit.
MIND LANYON SR
Mind Lanyon Sr looks quite similar to the real one, just far more oppressive and judgemental, far more emotionally detached than the real one. He has a distressing aura to him, causing discomfort to the shadow people and monsters and annoyance to most of the other mind people that get close to him. Mindkyll seems to be the outlier to this, as he generally tolerates Mind Lanyon Sr's presence quite well, even occasionally seeking it out.
He usually hangs out on the second floor of the ballroom, staring down and judging the people below. He's this ever-watching presence, detached but still close enough to control things-- or at least seem like he could. Otherwise he frequents his office, doing work, reorganizing, or reading.
He'll occasionally hang out with Mindkyll, vaguely talking to him and slipping him praises. He sees him as more successful, fond of him in a "my son should be like you" way. Despite this, he still gets quite judgemental of Mindkyll when he looses his temper or shows his more "mad scientist" side.
His feelings towards Elias are a little mixed. For the most part, Mind Lanyon Sr is constantly judging Elias, disgusted by his emotional vulnerability and how he's everything the real Lanyon Sr tried to get rid of in his son. But, on the other hand, occasionally he can't help but be the *slightest* bit proud of the fact that Elias has at least SOME work ethic.
Were Elias to try and talk to mind Lanyon Sr, he would probably be met with Mind Lanyon Sr ignoring him, silently judging him, and/or verbally jabbing at him, pointing out his flaws. Elias is quite heartbroken at this, but for some reason he tries to get Mind Lanyon Sr's approval a handful of times before finally giving up, cringing under his stern, judging gaze.
Otherwise, he's aware of his state as a concept and is quite fine with it, intent on keeping Lanyon and Elias in line, in his own detatched way.
LANYON'S MOTHER (CELIA)
Cecilia Lanyon (Mumyon) somewhat haunts around the mindscape, quite scarcely seen. Because of her distance and detatchment towards her son, she rarely shows up, and when she does it's usually in the greenhouse, since she mainly "bonded" with Lanyon by having him help tend the garden occasionally. Since at home she was also commonly hysterical, Mind Celia is generally quite blank, but occasionally snaps a bit emotionally.
When Lanyon is around her, she tends to somewhat blankly stare at him, VERY occasionally actually talking or acting motherly towards him. Elias, however, tries to drag a bit more of that motherly persona out. He yearns for validation and affection from both of his parents, and the mindscape if the only place he'll ever possibly be able to get it. She occasionally seems to give him a little of the attention he wants, talking in very short sentences when they're together in the greenhouse, maybe pointing out flowers or their symbolism. Sometimes she does seem quite cynical, however, which tends to throw Elias off.
Her and Mind Lanyon Sr don't really ever interact, unless Mind Celia just happens to silently join him on the second floor of the ballroom for "show". She mostly ignores mindkyll, but has snapped at him at least once. Otherwise, she usually just tolerates him. She likes Mind Everly well enough, it's hard to dislike her, and she enjoys listening to Mind Everly's music.
Most of the time she's not the most aware of things, but she does have her more clear moments.
(Cecilia Eleanor Lanyon was made by my friend Luka ( @lukas-broken-bow ), while mind Celia was adapted by me bc her character EATS, THANK YOU FOR DEVELOPING HER LUKA, I LOVE HER)
THE NIGHTMARES
The nightmares take on a lot of forms, with one resembling Morcant being the most notable. Along with that, however, there's also many "mad scientists", physically ruined by their science, and various magical creatures and monsters, like vampires (there's one with a resemblance to Dracula), other werewolves, and reanimated things (ones that are especially gory, since Lanyon is disgusted by things like exposed innards,wounds, and rot.) There's also a nightmare "Hyde", who is somewhat formless and mainly causes general havoc and stalks around.
With the twisting of the mindscape and so many doors scattered about, the nightmares tend to stay in lower levels, trapped behind said doors or simply lost, especially if Lanyon keeps them off of his mind. However, when thought of or triggered via seeing or hearing something (or occasionally at random), doors will open or memory rooms will move, allowing nightmares to find themselves closer to the subconcious. They're also more active in higher layers in moments of higher stress, or heavy sleep deprivation, as those " doors" become harder to unconsciously keep closed.
Mindkyll is somewhat fearful of them, some more than others, but when they're closer to his ballroom or lab, he tends to be less scared. Or, when he needs to swoop in and "save" Elias from a couple of nightmares, he tends to forget some of his fear. Mind Everly is somewhat scared of them, but is more so annoyed by them. Mind Lanyon Sr. doesn't really have to deal with them, considering his spot on the balcony, and simply watches when they come about.
THE SHADOW PEOPLE
The shadow people are vague, blurry high society folk that remain in the ballroom. They're all dressed very well, their bodies partially see-through as if they're mere ghosts.
The shadow people don't really interact with anyone but each other and Mindkyll, since he somewhat has control over them. They dance amongst each other, muttering nonsensically until their "words" all blur together. They're not very aware of anything, all in all quite mindless, but when there's anything "wrong" or "ungentlemanly", that's when they act more. Their voices start to rise, despite still being mere whispers, growing more cacophonous and anxiety-inducing as they stare. Their judgement of anything odd is ceaseless, usually only calming at Mindkyll's demand or when the oddity leaves the ballroom.
Additionally, mindkyll can manipulate them to react in other basic ways, like acting charmed or shocked, and he usually does it for his own enjoyment. When a nightmare manages to get into the ballroom, the shadow people aren't targeted. Instead they grow more sinister looking, especially expression wise, and their mutterings take on a certain sharpness, their judgements growing harsher. Usually mindkyll needs to remove of the nightmare for them to act normally again.
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And that is the basics of the Mindscape! Once again, I'd absolutely LOVE any questions in reblogs, comments, or even my asks :3 thank you so much for reading all of this, I hope you enjoyed!!
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After all these years, âI Remember Youâ is still one of the great highlights of Adventure Time Storytelling. And not just in the basic âwhat???? Silly childrenâs cartoon does something SAD??? HOLY SHIT MIND BLOWNâ way. But with the execution of that Something Sad. How it manages to pack so many Complex Emotions into just 11-minutes of television. And especially the way it utilizes the basic Adventure Time format for that purpose.
So Adventure Time is a Board-based show. Each episode has an outline pitched and written down by the writerâs room, and then this outline goes to a team of (usually) two Storyboard Artists who develop that simple outline into a full story. And with the showâs art-style deliberately eschewing staying perfectly âon-modelâ in favor of having the animators take direct reference from how the different storyboarders draw the characters

And the show being generally extremely versatile in terms of themes and tone - AT has allowed a lot of their Storyboarders to really express themselves and their unique artistic vision as part of the Big Collaborative Narrative that is Adventure Time.Â
Now, the Boarders who worked on âI Remember Youâ are Cole Sanchez and Rebecca Sugar. These two were a Storyboarding Duo from the start of S4 and until Sugar left the AT Crew during S5, and they always struck me as a curious combination. I think really from all of the individual boarders working on AT during that time, these two really are the closest to having like⊠Totally Opposite Artistic Sensibilities as boarders.Â
With Sugar favoring a style that is very loose and sketchy and also very rounded. Focusing on expressions and subtle body language and lighting. And being famous for going deep in depth into Big Moments of Emotional Catharsis

And Sanchez having a very clear art style that emphasizes strong silhouettes and clear lines that suggest flatness. Focusing more on major poses and the characterâs positions in the space. And having just a really great eye for ATâs brand of silly humor.
Like, I almost kinda suspect these two were paired together so they can each cover for the otherâs âweakspotsâ in writing âAdventure Timeâ.Â
And there were a few episodes that did some really interesting stuff with this very contrasting pair - âJake the Dogâ is another example. Giving most of the Farmworld scenes to Sugar and most of the Time Room scenes to Sanchez both plays to their personal strengths as storyboarders and helps to emphasize the strong emotional contrast between these two scenarios.Â
And âI Remember Youâ is actually kinda unique among Adventure Time episodes cause⊠Most episodes will have the two boarders alternate between working on the episode throughout it. Like youâd have Boarder A draw a bit and then Boarder B and then Boarder A again⊠But âI Remember Youâ is divided between Sanchez and Sugar⊠basically perfectly in the middle.
So the entirety of the first half of the episode was boarded by Sanchez
Until Ice King pushes Marceline and then leaves the room in shame.
And then, Sugar takes over.
And, like, even if you donât know anything about the Behind the Scenes of Adventure Time or who Cole Sanchez and Rebecca Sugar even are - the Shift is noticeable. The shift in tone, in narrative focus, in the subtleties in which the characters are drawn.Â
The entire first half of the episode has this thin veneer of just being a Silly Goofy Ice King Episode. Sanchezâs talent for Adventure Timeâs brand of comedy is on full display⊠but there is also this underlying feeling that Something is Happening just under the surface. And these hints of the Big Emotions of âIRYâ expressed via Sanchezâs kinda goofy style really create this balance between putting the audience into a false sense of security that this is just a Very Normal Episode about two characters hanging out and the Tension constantly brewing in the subtext.Â
And then it all comes to a blow.
And then the Shift happens. And now we are in Sugarâs court.
And this subtle shift in the artstyle and storytelling also coincide with Marceline finally openly expressing her feelings and the Reveal of Simon and Marcy's shared past. The episode changes focus from Ice King's silly antics to Marceline's feelings. Everything changes, everything in the first part of the episode gets recontextualized and... even on the most basic level, the episode is now Noticeably Different.
I would almost say that Sanchezâs half of the episode has Ice King define the tone, while Sugarâs half of the episode has Marceline define the tone. But more than anything itâs the catharsis. The reveal and release of those emotions that were building up so expertly through the Sanchez half of the episode. All of the Sugar-boarded scenes in this episode are really heartbreaking on their own, just through the tragedy of the story and Sugarâs expert knowledge of howto convey emotion in the visual medium - but itâs so enchanted by what came before it.
âI Remember Youâ is truly a great testament to how âAdventure Timeâ could use every aspect of its medium to tell a great story in such a short time.
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