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Kingdom: At Grim’s End

The board’s decision: II

Pairing: prince!seonghwa x darkfae!fem!reader

Au: strangers to lovers | third age au

Genre: fantasy, horror

Warnings: +21 (MDNI), gory scenes, disturbing depictions of creatures, angst, fluff, all you can imagine SMUT, mentions of dark magic, death, suggestive themes, betrayal, slow burn, fear

Summary: The land of Aurora, split into several kingdoms, after a war that raged for over 400 years, falls weary of the dark reigns bestowed by the Evil Queen of Darconia, Morana. With half the kingdoms bound to her will, the last rivalling kingdoms join forces in hopes to end the queen’s exploitation of ancient magic and the plan of using dark arts and the blood of the most powerful king’s and creatures to solidify her power. In the midst of unforgiving circumstances, Prince seonghwa of Halazia and the last of her kind, a decent of the phoenix fae fall in love, but at a great cost.

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The morning dawned with an eerie gloom, the sunshine that once bathed the kingdom in warmth now hidden behind a veil of grey clouds. The air was heavy with an unspoken sense of foreboding, as if the very skies themselves were warning of impending change.

Mr Kim and hongjoong bustled about in their small cottage, preparing for their meeting with the king. Mr Kim adjusted his worn cow’s leather gloves, while hongjoong fidgeted with his satchel full of gadgets and note pads.

“Come on boy, get moving!” Mr Kim exclaimed, his eyes twinkling in amusement. “We don’t want the king waiting.” He added. Hongjoong grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey I’m not the one who’s know for being late, that’s all on you old man” he said

Mr Kim chuckled, his face creasing with laughter. “Ah, but I’m a dignified old man. You’re just a young whippersnapper. You’ve got your mother’s tongue”. Hongjoong snorted, “dignified?! You? I think the king might have may have other words for it if you continue to lather your skin in beard oil”

Mr Kim playfully cuffed hongjoong on the back of the head. “Watch it boy, I’ll have you know, I’ve got more years of experience under my belt that you’ve got hairs on your head”

In the past Mr Kim was known for his frequent excursions to the castle. Be it informing the king of the castle’s crops and of the words of magic, him and the king held a close relation to what could be called an old friendship.

Hongjoong ducked laughing, “yeah and most of those hairs are grey, just like your bushy nose feathers and beard”. Mr Kim’s eyes sparkled with mirth. "Oh, you're a cheeky one, all right. Let's get going before I decide to leave you behind."

As they made their way to the castle, Hongjoong turned serious. "Dad, what do you think the king will do with this information?"

Mr. Kim's expression turned grave. "I'm not entirely sure, The king's advisors might take it more seriously than we think."

Hongjoong nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. What could the king want with them after this?

And how will he react with our findings of the strange creature we’d seen in the skies? The questions swirled in his head as they approached the castle gates, the dark clouds above seeming to grow darker by the minute. And yet the castle still held its leavened glow.

Meanwhile, within the castle walls, the royal family prepared to meet with the board. The grand hall, with its high ceilings and intricately carved wooden panels, was abuzz with activity.

Servants scurried about, polishing the silverware and adjusting the candelabras, while the royal guards stood at attention, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

Seonghwa, standing outside the grand hall, felt a knot form in his stomach. He had been summoned to this meeting , and the uncertainty of whether he was to embark on his journey or not, unsettled him. The darkness outside seemed to seep into the castle, casting long shadows across the walls.

The doors to the grand hall swung open, and a liveried servant emerged. "Seonghwa, Your Highness, the king requests your presence."

Seonghwa took a deep breath, smoothing his clothes and steeling himself for what lay ahead.

He stepped into the grand hall, the warm glow of the candelabras enveloping him. The board members, seated around the large wooden table turned to face him.

"Ah, Seonghwa, thank you for joining us. Please, take a seat." One of the members said

Seonghwa nodded, his eyes scanning the room.

The queen, seated beside the king, smiled encouragingly, but Seonghwa couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Something was amiss, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Let's begin," the king said, his voice firm. "We have a matter of great importance to discuss, one that affects the future of our kingdom."

The board members leaned forward, their faces grave. Seonghwa's heart sank, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

The board members gathered in the grand hall, their faces stern and resolute. Seonghwa's fate hung in the balance as they deliberated on his future.

"Seonghwa, we've been discussing your potential role in forging an alliance with the fae," Lord Dracarys said, his voice measured. "While it's a perilous task, we believe it could be a game-changer for our kingdom."

"I understand the risks, sir," Seonghwa replied, his voice steady. "But I believe I can forge a strong alliance with the fae. It would be a significant advantage for our kingdom."

"But what about the risks?" Sir jongho asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "The fae are known to be unpredictable and treacherous. Can we truly trust them?"

Lord Thomas, a seasoned diplomat, spoke up. "I agree with Seonghwa. The fae possess ancient knowledge and magic that could aid us in times of need. But we must be cautious; their loyalty is fleeting."

"We have no choice," the king interjected. "The fae possess knowledge and magic that could aid us in times of need. We must weigh the risks and benefits carefully."

The board members discussed the pros and cons, weighing the risks and benefits.

"I think it's a mistake to send Seonghwa alone," Lord Choi said. "He'll need a retinue of guards and advisors to ensure his safety."

"But that would only draw more attention to our negotiations," sir Jongho countered. "Perhaps Seonghwa should go alone, with only a small escort."

The king nodded thoughtfully. "I agree with sir Jongho. Seonghwa's safety is paramount, but we cannot afford to fail. And I cannot afford to lose my son.”

The king’s words fell heavy to the members ears, conflicted between keeping the kings son from danger and ensuring the lives of all to be saved.

The chairman nodded thoughtfully. "We will put it to a vote. All in favor of sending Seonghwa to the dark forest, please raise your hand."

After a moment of deliberation, the majority of the board members raised their hands. The chairman turned to Seonghwa. "It is decided, then. You will travel to the dark forest with a selected hand of escorts and negotiate with the fae. May the Gods guide you."

Seonghwa's heart sank with excitement and dread, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios and determination of fighting for his people. He knew the journey would be treacherous, but he was determined to succeed. The fate of his kingdom depended on it. But was he ready to face it all?

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After the meeting, Mr. Kim requested an audience with the king, bursting with excitement to share Hongjoong's extraordinary findings. The king, captivated by the old man's words, granted him a private meeting.

"Your Majesty," Mr. Kim began, bowing low with a flourish.

"Kim, how many times do i have to tell you to address me by my name?" king park laughed

"apologies Bo-Ghum, its been years since we have spoken" Mr kim countered in a giggled sigh.

"Hongjoong has discovered something utterly fantastical in the skies – a creature with wings, unlike any we've ever seen before! We believe it may be connected to the disturbances in the realm, or perhaps it's a figure seeking refuge and alliance to fight against the dark reigns of the Evil Queen Morana."

The king's expression turned grave, his eyes narrowing with intrigue. "Tell me more. What exactly did Hongjoong see?" Mr. Kim recounted Hongjoong's tale, leaving out no details, his voice filled with infectious enthusiasm.

The king listened intently, his mind racing with possibilities. "I see," the king said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "This creature may be a harbinger of greater things to come. I want you to keep a close eye on Hongjoong and ensure his safety. We cannot afford to lose him now. is it possible that it could be fae?"

"That's the beetlesnub about it, according to hongjoong"s findings it looked larger than a fae" Mr kim responded.

The king's gaze suddenly lightened with awe. "How about you travel with my son? He will need guidance, and with your keen eye, it'll be of immense help." Mr. Kim nodded, understanding the king's concerns. "Of course, Your Majesty! I'll make sure Hongjoong is protected. And I must say, the boy is quite... spirited and brilliant!"

The king chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure he is. I'll speak with the queen about increasing the guard around the castle. We must be prepared for any eventuality."

"Seonghwa departs at dawn, be sure the both of you come back in the evening... and im sure you'll be a great companion for my son, hongjoong" the king added facing hongjoong with an endearing gaze.

"of course your majest-"

"please call me uncle" the king interrupted

"of course uncle, ill be of great company to the prince" hongjoong said.

As Mr. Kim and hongjoong took their leave, hongjoong felt an overwhelming sense of excitement and anticipation. The kingdom was on the cusp of great change, and he was thrilled to be a part of it!

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Seonghwa stood in his chamber, packing his belongings for the journey to the dark forest. Queen He-ra, entered the room, her eyes filled with concern.

"Seonghwa, my son," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "I know you're strong and capable, but this journey will be treacherous. Are you sure you're ready?"

Seonghwa turned to his mother, his expression resolute. "Mother, I was born for this. I will do everything in my power to forge an alliance with the fae and bring prosperity to our kingdom and all the land of Aurora"

Queen He-ra smiled, her eyes shining with pride.

"I know you will, Seonghwa. You're a true leader. But I must admit, I'm worried. The king has told me about the strange occurrences in the realm, and I fear for your safety."

Seonghwa nodded, understanding his mother's concerns. "Father has spoken to me about it too, Mother. He believes that this journey is crucial for the kingdom's future. And I've been thinking... perhaps this alliance with the fae could bring about a new era of peace and prosperity for our kingdom."

Queen He-ra's expression turned thoughtful.

"Yes, The fae are very powerful ancient creatures, known for their loyalty but their trust has to be earned, be cautious of your actions, Seonghwa."

"I will, Mother," Seonghwa promised. "I'll be careful and diplomatic in my dealings with them. And I'll have Mr. Kim and Hongjoong with me, they'll be a great help."

The king's words echoed in Seonghwa's mind:

"Your safety is paramount, but we cannot afford to fail." He knew that the stakes were high, but he was determined to succeed."

Queen He-ra nodded, seeming to accept Seonghwa's reassurance. "I trust your judgment, Seonghwa. You're a wise and capable young man. Just remember to stay true to yourself and your values, no matter what challenges you face, follow your heart."

Seonghwa smiled, feeling a surge of love and gratitude towards his mother. "I will, Mother. I'll always remember your words."

At that the queen softly kissed her son’s forehead.

Meanwhile in the Kim’s cottage, Mr Kim and Hongjoong sat in the living room, surrounded by their family. Mrs. Kim, sat on either side of him, while his nine siblings bustled about, preparing for the departure.

"Mother, kids, I'm going to miss you all so much," Hongjoong said, his voice filled with emotion.

Mrs. Kim smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "We'll miss you too, Hongjoong. But you must be brave and strong. You're going on an important journey with your father ."

Mr. Kim placed a hand on Hongjoong's shoulder.

Hongjoong nodded, feeling a sense of pride and purpose. "I won't let you down, mother. I'll do everything I can to help Prince Seonghwa and the kingdom."

His siblings gathered around, wishing him luck and safe travels. Min-ju, the youngest, clung to his leg, tears streaming down her face. "Don't go, Hongjoong! I don't want you to leave us!"

Hongjoong knelt down and hugged Min-ju tightly. "We’ll be back before you know it, Min-ju. I promise. And I'll bring you back a special gift from the dark forest."

Min-ju's face brightened slightly at the promise of a gift. "Okay, Hongjoong. I'll be good while you're gone."

As Hongjoong stood up, his older siblings began to ask him questions about the journey. "What will you do when you meet the fae?" asked Jae-hyun, the eldest.

"I'll help Prince Seonghwa negotiate with them," Hongjoong replied. "Father and I will work together to ensure the kingdom's interests are represented."

"And what about the strange creature you saw?" asked Soo-min, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"We're not sure what it is or what it wants," Hongjoong said. "But we'll be cautious and prepared for anything."

As the family finished their goodbyes, Mrs. Kim handed Hongjoong a small package. "Take this with you. It's a special tea that will keep you warm and safe on your journey."

Hongjoong smiled, feeling grateful for his family's love and support. "Thank you, Mother. I'll drink it every day and think of you all."

With final hugs and well-wishes, Hongjoong and Mr. Kim set off on their journey to the castle , ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead the next day.

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"your chambers is right down the hall near the-

"your majesty" the servant escorting bowed politely

Seonghwa emerged from behind, dressed in his tailored black fencing jacket and suited pants adorned with rhinestones. Amidst his poised stance, he bowed at the two standing beside the servant.

"Mr. Kim, Hongjoong, I'm honored to be accompanied by you on this journey," he said politely. Mr. Kim's eyes widened in surprise as he took in Seonghwa's dashing appearance.

"Fiddlesticks, you've grown to be one fine prince!" Mr. Kim exclaimed, his voice laced with amusement. Seonghwa's cheeks flushed slightly at the comment.

"I'm sure you've had a way with the maidens by now," Mr. Kim snickered, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Hongjoong sighed in embarrassment, while Seonghwa shook his head.

"Mr. Kim, apart from the princesses I've diplomatically rejected, I have no interest in maidens," Seonghwa replied, trying to maintain his composure. Mr. Kim chuckled, clearly entertained by Seonghwa's response.

Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong, his expression warm. "And you must be Hongjoong, delighted to finally meet you. Your father used to share stories of your childhood whenever he came to visit my father."

Hongjoong smiled widely, extending his hand to shake Seonghwa's. "It's a pleasure, Prince Seonghwa," he said, his handshake firm.

Seonghwa smiled back, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the young lad.

The three of them stood there for a moment, exchanging warm smiles before Mr. Kim cleared his throat. "Well, shall we get moving? We have a long journey ahead of us, and I hear the Dark forest is not for the faint of heart."

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As they set off on their journey to the Dark Forest, Hongjoong unfolded his map, studying the winding paths and treacherous terrain. Seonghwa rode beside him, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. Mr. Kim brought up the rear, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"According to my map, we should reach the edge of the forest by nightfall," Hongjoong said, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Seonghwa nodded, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Let's hope we don't encounter any... unwanted surprises."

Mr. Kim chuckled. "Don't worry, Prince Seonghwa. I'll protect you from the big bad wolves. After all, I've been practicing my wolf-calling skills."

Just then, a strange howling sound echoed through the trees, making the horses prance nervously. Mr. Kim grinned. "Ah, right on cue! I think the wolves are responding to my call."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I think it's just a real wolf, father ."

Mr. Kim thought for a moment. "Maybe it's saying,'Welcome to the Dark Forest, where the trees are always watching and the creatures are always... creature-ing'?"

Hongjoong chuckled despite himself. "You're ridiculous, Mr. Kim."

The Dark Forest loomed before them, its towering trees like sentinels guarding the entrance to a realm of shadows. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of small creatures through the underbrush.

As they rode deeper into the forest, the trees grew closer together, their branches tangling overhead to form a canopy of darkness. The sunlight filtering through the leaves was faint and greenish, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor.

The path beneath their horses' hooves was treacherous, winding through thick undergrowth and over roots that seemed to twist and turn like skeletal fingers. The sound of running water echoed through the forest, growing louder as they approached a fast-moving stream that babbled and churned its way through the heart of the woods.

Despite the beauty of the forest, there was an unmistakable sense of foreboding, as if the trees themselves were watching the travelers with cold, calculating eyes. The atmosphere was thick with an almost palpable sense of malevolence, and even the bravest of hearts might quail at the thought of venturing deeper into the Dark forest’s depths.

As night began to fall, they set up camp, the fire casting flickering shadows on the trees. Mr. Kim regaled them with stories of his own adventures, making them laugh and forget the dangers lurking in the darkness.

As they settled in for the night, Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong. "You're quite skilled with that map of yours. How did you learn to navigate?"

Hongjoong smiled, his eyes shining with pride.

"My father taught me. He's a great cartographer... well that was years ago now he’s just a goat breeder”

Mr. Kim snorted. "And I'm sure I’ve also taught you how to make a decent cup of tea in the wilderness, honkers it’s one of the most revolting ones I’ve had besides sucking on a goblin’s tit”

Hongjoong grinned. "Bloody hell dad,be sure to make your own cup next time- A GOBLIN’s TIT, I’m tellling mum”

“Oh shut it boy, it was either that or I had to mate with a male hogsback” Mr Kim grimed

Seonghwa snorted out in laughter along with the the two guards posted near the campsite.

“It’s true, I betcha by golly wow if I had it my way, I would’ve been the one to be sucked off” Mr Kim added

“BLIMEY DAD?! disgusting creature aren’t you?” Hongjoong exclaimed in disgust

The three of them shared a warm smile, the camaraderie and banter helping to dispel the tension and fear that lingered in the darkness the forest.

The night fog grew heavier, and the gentle breathing sounds were muffled by the soft gurgling of the stream. Mr. Kim and Hongjoong were asleep in their tent, while Seonghwa stayed up, his lantern casting a warm glow as he wrote in his diary. Whenever sleep eluded him, he'd pour his thoughts and feelings into poetry, allowing the words to flow freely until his body succumbed to fatigue.

As he wrote, the fog swirled around the campsite, casting an ethereal mist that seemed to match the turmoil of emotions within him. The scratch of his pen on paper was the only sound that broke the silence of the night, a soothing accompaniment to his creative expression.

Seonghwa's words flowed like the stream, a reflection of his innermost thoughts and feelings. In the stillness of the night, he found solace in the written word, a way to process the world around him and the emotions that stirred within. As the night wore on, his eyelids grew heavy, and his writing slowed, but the words continued to flow, a testament to the depth of his feelings.

*crack* Seonghwa's head snapped to the sound that appeared in the dead of night, his heart racing from the sudden sound of a twig snapping outside their campsite. He sat up, his gaze scanning the darkness, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. The others slept peacefully, oblivious to the disturbance.

Without making a sound, Seonghwa slipped out of his blanket and stood up, his senses on high alert.

He took a few steps away from the campsite, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. The forest seemed to grow quieter, as if holding its breath.

Suddenly, he found himself farther into the forest, the towering trees looming above him like vigilant sentinels, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching towards the moon. In the distance, he saw an ominous tree with gnarled branches that emanated like twisted veins and leaves that rustled like the delicate fronds of a willow tree. Unbeknownst to him, a figure blended seamlessly into the tree's bark, shrouded in impenetrable shadows, watching his every move with an unblinking gaze. Seonghwa's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword as a shiver coursed down his spine, his senses heightened as he became aware that he wasn't alone.

"Who's there?" Seonghwa called out, his voice low and even, yet laced with a hint of trepidation. The only response was the mournful whisper of the cold breeze through the trees, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes scanned the scene, his gaze lingering on an oddly shaped shadow that seemed to blend into the tree's trunk.

“You're not welcome here," a voice answered, its tone broad and sultry, like the rich notes of a cello. Seonghwa tensed, his fear palpable, yet somehow, the unfamiliar voice's smooth timbre put him at ease. His grip on his sword tightened, his mind racing with possibilities.

"I'm on a journey with friends," Seonghwa explained, trying to keep his voice steady. "We mean no harm." The voice repeated the word "harm" softly, as if savoring the sound. A pause followed, the silence agonizing for Seonghwa as he struggled to discern who or what he was talking to.

“Show yourself," Seonghwa commanded, his voice firm despite the fear that gripped him. The voice responded sternly, its tone unwavering. "I'm not obligated to abide by the commands of a stranger in my home." The words hung in the air, leaving Seonghwa wondering what lay ahead.

Surprisingly the figure's shadow began to stir, slowly emerging from the tree's trunk like a living darkness. Seonghwa's eyes widened as the shadow took shape, morphing into a form unlike any he had ever seen.

As the figure stepped forward, Seonghwa's gaze was drawn to your wings, majestic and dark, with membranes that shimmered like the moon's reflection on a still pond. The wings seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy, as if they were alive.

My horns, curved and sharp, gleamed with a subtle sheen, like polished obsidian. They seemed to be a part of me, growing organically from my temples. Seonghwa's eyes squinted to see my face clearly, but i stayed far enough to hide it.

“Please, show yourself, I promise not to harm you” he said gently lowering his sword to the ground.

“I should be the one promising not to harm you” i said which unsettled seonghwa, but he remained in his place.

From there i emerged from the shadows finally showing yourself.

Seonghwa’s eyes softened the moment he saw me, my features sharp yet soft, my cascading hair that framed my face all too well. He had never seen anything like this before, a beauty so fierce it crippled his very being.

My eyes, piercing and amber like a firing flame, locked onto Seonghwa's, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. For a moment, we simply regarded each other, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Seonghwa's expression was a mix of wonder and trepidation, his eyes wide with awe and his mouth slightly ajar. He had never seen a creature like this before, one with striking beauty and the height of a goddess and he wasn't sure if he should be afraid or fascinated.

My gaze seemed to hold a hint of amusement, as if i knew the effect i had on Seonghwa. I took a step closer, my wings unfolding slightly, and Seonghwa's hand tightened on his sides, his heart pounding in his chest.

"For what I am to ask, I plead with you to speak the truth. Why have you come here?" I asked sternly. "To form an alliance with the fae to defeat the evil queen," Seonghwa blurted out. Only silence remained, my heart stinging at his answer, knowing that I was the last living fae.

"I-we cannot help you," I said, turning to take my leave, until he spoke out. "Wait! You're the only ones left who can help defeat the Queen. All the other kingdoms have succumbed to her power against their will; you're all we have left." His words pierced my heart. Although the fae were stern and strict with their morals, we had a weakness for empathizing with compassion.

My stance softened, my wings folding against my back, and I sighed. I couldn't lie to the boy; it went against my nature to tell anything but the truth.

"All the fae have been taken by the Queen... I'm the only one left," I said, my voice tinged with unnoticeable sadness.

"Had you known, you wouldn't have come all the way, endangering yourselves," I added. "Who's to say I wouldn't?" Seonghwa's words surprised me; I had never met anyone with such a poised sense of determination. "Then you're a fool," I countered.

"If I'm a fool, so be it. I'd rather die a fool, knowing I fooled around to save my people and to help my mother." Seonghwa's words struck my heart once again.

Memories of my mother's death flooded my mind, scenes of the Queen severing her head before my eyes. My spine shivered, and tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Although I swore to never involve myself in paths that led to Morana, a glimmer of consideration flickered within me. "My power grows weaker by the day...

Are you still eager to form the alliance you so planned to make?" | asked, awaiting a sense of doubt. "We can be stronger together," he said confidently. How stupid. How ignorant. But his determination, nevertheless, was impeccable.

"What is your name?" He asked. I stayed silent; no one had ever asked my name in years. "My name is Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa," he said, reaching his hand out for a shake. I was hesitant but gave in ever so slightly. "My name is- Ouch!" I screeched in pain when my hand touched his.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned, leaning toward where my finger burned. "Your ring; iron is lethal to fairies and fae," I answered, hissing in agony. He immediately took his ring off, throwing it onto the ground, the vines of the trees burying it further. Seonghwa reached his hand out again; I was even more hesitant, afraid, but his gesture was all too unfamiliar. So, I held my hand out once more, until our touch became one. "Y/n," | answered. "What a beautiful name," he said softly. "Beautiful? You know nothing of its meaning, and yet you deem it beautiful," I countered softly. "Oh, what does it mean?" His curiosity seeped through my veins like a disease.

"Your Highness," a voice called out in the distance before I could answer. And so, I immediately flew from Seonghwa's sight. "Your Highness, are you alright?" one of the guards asked, panting from running to find him. "Yes, I just came out for some air," Seonghwa lied. "Let's go back to the site; we have a long night's rest to catch up on," he said, patting the guard's back. As they walked together, Seonghwa couldn't help but look up into the sky in hopes to find me.

But I was already gone.

When they reached the camp, seonghwa slumped into his tent. Laying onto his back recalling his encounter with last living fae.

“Until we meet again..y/n” he softly said before falling to his deep slumber.

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Chris Evans x Actress!Reader Summary: If you scroll through youtube deep enough, you'll find a vid titled "15+ mins of Evans-Y/L/N moments that live in my head rent free." Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Crack fic themes, fluff, typos, misogyny, etc.

A/N: 🙄 if someone requests another evans crackfic, I'm going to set tumblr on fire. Let this series die I've exhausted all of my creativity T_T I don't even remember what I was supposed to do for this that i put it off and now i've just pulled this out from nothing. Amazing!

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The skirt incident

There had been a where amidst filming near a river for you film, you and Chris had been goofing around by the shore, and ultimately you have gotten Chris wet from the waist down.

After being scolded by the producers and the wardrobe team, Chris had to get his pants changed.

But you just couldn't help yourself and snuck in his changing room, swapping out his trousers for a skirt they had in your own wardrobe.

You hear Chris scream your name. The head of wardrobe asked what you did this time and you quickly explained the situation. Suddenly the entire crew was waiting with phones out, urging Chris to get out of the changing room.

"Ha, ha," he calls out dryly. Chris rips the door open and walks out in a itty-bitty, a-line, plaid skirt with his hands on his hips.

The entire crew hollers.

You are-- dare I say-- turned on. Actually you are thoroughly impressed he manged to fit the skirt on his waist and--

"This skirt isn't even my size!" Chris complains, suddenly fumbling something behind him. You gather its the zipper.

"You look so hot though, babe," you throw a flying kiss at him.

Chris gives you a look and attitude, "hotter than you, surely."

The gag is so funny, you actually add it to the film.

"You're ugly though..."

Scene is set behind the scene on a photoshoot. You're doing a couple-y shoot with Chris, obviously to promote your film.

It's amidst the makeup touch up you notice there is a child on set. He's introduced as Caleb, the makeup artist's 4 year old son who's--

"turning 5 in one week!" Caleb smiles at you.

You smile back at him through the reflection on the mirror. Trying to keep your head still, you exclaim as brightly as you can, "wow, Caleb! That must be so exciting!"

Caleb firmly nods, "mommy's going to do face paint!"

"Wow! That's great. Do you have a favorite character you want to do?"

"Hmm... maybe... paw patrol?"

"Ooooh. That sound exciting. Can you tell me a bit about that."

Caleb begins to explain that there are a bunch of dogs who work various jobs, like a policeman, firefighter, life guard, and begins to share his enthusiasm about the children's program.

Just in that moment, you finish your makeup and walk over to Caleb, the same time Chris comes up to you and joins in the conversation.

It's extremely evident to everyone though that Caleb is keen in conversing only with you and he's not about to let this six-foot moron take up your time.

Caleb drags you away, which elicits a laugh from everyone, Chris especially, as he melts into a booby grab laugh.

Chris is keen to join the conversation though and as your conversation swerves to Caleb's favorite superhero, the overly excited Chris tries to chime in, overestimating his capabilities to casual insert himself in Caleb's narrative.

"You know, Caleb," Chris crouches down in front of the couch you and the tiny child had sat on, "I'm actually kinda a superhero."

Caleb is utterly confused and visibly annoyed.

"Do you know the avengers?"

Caleb nods quickly.

"Well, I'm actually Captain America."

Caleb hits him with the side eye, and you are thoroughly amused, breaking into laughter. Caleb quickly turns to you and is disarmed into a laugh as well.

"Hmm? Does he look like Captain America to you Caleb?"

Caleb as quickly shakes his head.

Chris breaks into a laugh but doesn't hide the fact he's offended.

"What does he look like then?"

Chris foolishly tries to answer for him, "handsome?"

Caleb gives him a stinky look and absolutely ends his career, "you look ugly though."

Chris is silenced. The room erupts into wild laughter. Caleb absolutely flamed Chris' red, white, and blue undies.

The cherry on top is Caleb's mom managed to film all of this.

Chris begins to moan, "no, no, put the phone away. I want to talk to my manager. This is defamation!"

Cringy Interview

"Wait, what did you say?" Chris asks titling his head, knitting his brows, and narrowing his eyes, evidently annoyed. You were doing the junket type sort of interviews and this misogynistic interviewer asked you a question, namely, "did you have to work on your stamina to be able to keep up with Chris?"

Having been absolutely used to the shit questions people ask you, you actually broke into a laugh at how ridiculous the question was, when it had absolutely nothing to do with the film, or literally anything at all with the two of you for that matter.

While you were trying to catch your breath from laughing, Chris was starring daggers into the man's face as he waited for him to repeat himself.

Unfazed, probably because of how you had reacted, he dumbly repeats himself, not hearing himself talk at all, apparently.

Chris makes an incredulous look and you manage to say under your breath, "absolute ninnyhammer."

You release a sigh before responding, "this question has no relevance to the film. It's not like we did stunts."

The interviewer 'wittily' responds, "you had a jogging scene in the film!"

Chris visibly rolls his eyes. You smack a hand on your face and break into another laugh.

"For five seconds," Chris responds, "it doesn't take an Oscar nominee to act that out." He mutters under barely under his breath, "but of course you wouldn't know anything about that."

You break into another laugh because of this.

The infamous yacht clip

Now, no one knows exactly what happened on this yacht. The only facts are that you were a guest at a friend's birthday party and you are practically allergic to alcohol.

Well, actually that last part is debatable, considering no one actually knows how much you've had to drink.

And well, you're notoriously wild sober anyway, so the moment your brain shut off and you the alcohol fueling your every move, you turned into the embodiment of the life of the party.

I'm talking clip after clip of you on multiple celebrities stories, dancing on tables, dancing out of beat, and talking to every plant you see.

But what really went viral was you saying--

"Yeah, Chris has really, really bad farts. Like really, really bad," you readily admit to a friend whose camera's flash was open. "Like, I'm sorry if this is disenchanting but, yo, there was a reason he was Human Torch at one point of his career. The gas that man passes is nuclear grade fuel. It stinks and even hurts your eyes! He needs to see a doctor about that."

"OMG, for real?"

"Wait... who are we talking about again?"

"... Chris Evans, love."

"OMG, I was in a movie with him, did you know!?"

And now, by far, the best clip on the internet that perfectly encapsulates the essence of the Evans-Y/L/N relationship

A bunch of stories from Chris' newly mare instagram account.

Clip A

Chris is filming with the back of his phone. You're sat across him. It pans from his lap, to the food on the table, to you with your eyes squinting because of how bright it is, "say hi to the camera!"

"Hi to the camera," you reply, doing a peace sign and duck lips.

"Yuck," Chris says, quickly turning the camera to him, doing the same pose, "this is how you do it folks."

You shudder off cam, "that must be so embarrassing trying to fit in."

The camera quickly pans back to you, "well, I'll have you know--"

Clip B

A boomerang of you and Chris eating ice cream and pie. You're holding up a plate and a fork with a bit of pie and ice cream and you're trying to feed Chris. In its boomerang nature, it's a repeating clip of you bringing up the utensil to Chris' mouth and missing by a hair. You can barely see your shocked expression coming out and Chris' pain reaction somewhere by the end.

It's captioned with, "this is why you should leave stunts to the professionals, kids."

Clip C

It's the aftermath of the said clip.

You're making sobbing sounds in the background. Chris brings the phone up to him and wipes his grinning lips off with a tissue. You are nuzzled up on his chest, moving your head back and forth, arms secured around his torso.

Chris brings his available arm around you and pulls you close as he laughs, then says, "it's fine, babe."

"No, you're bleeding."

Chris' eyes crinkle, and suddenly he drops his expression, "well, you know there's no denying the fact you tried to kill me with a fork and poke my gums out."

You muffle against hus shirt.

"This is it for you, sadly. You'll never work in Hollywood again. All those years of hard work down the drain. What would your mother say?" Chris scoffs suddenly, "I'm posting this as evidence. Everyone take note of this heinous act."

Clip D

A boomerang of you and Chris in an entirely different setting at night, eating ice cream. Chris pushes his chocolate ice cream on your cheek as you smile for the camera.

It's captioned, "Got em."

Clip E

Okay, the last clip isn't from Chris' instagram, it's from yours. It's a boomerang as well of you and Chris smiling at the camera and sharing a kiss. The key moment is when you reach for his cheek and place your hand on his face, showing the very evident ring on your finger.

"Gotem," it's captioned, with a tiny, tiny, tiny sub-caption that reads, "when I tell you how many times we took this to get it right."

[sotangledupinit]

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#i love them your honor - 161 posts

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#5

just like a ghost whisperer

Happy start of CSSNS 2022! I was lucky enough to have the first posting date so of course this piece is a monster. So excited to see all the other works being shared for @cssns this year!

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SUMMARY: It figures that the gorgeous house Emma’s renting on Boston’s coast has something wrong with it. She would have preferred a leaky sink or creaking stairs — anything but the ghost of Captain Hook haunting her. Between his annoying habits and flirtatious advances, the two of them work together to unravel a murder mystery, discovering something deeper along the way.

RATING: T for language, violence, and very very mild suggestive themes!

STORY WORD COUNT: 25,031 words

TAGS: Captain Swan, CSSNS, implied/referenced child abuse, ghosts, Just Like Heaven AU, Ghost Whisperer AU, mature language, violence, and mildly suggestive themes

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hahaha this was originally going to be 3k-8k words and then four days ago i decided to add massive plot. i'm so sorry hahahaha.

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Packing tape smells horrendous. That’s the only thought running through her head as she seals another cardboard box shut.

60 days left.

The apartment that’s been home to herself and Henry for the last four years would just be another on a long list of residences they’ve spent time in. But Emma would not be able to stomach the $400 rent increase. It’s something engrained in her from the foster system and the years following Henry’s birth, stretching her dollar as far as it would go and sometimes going without if it meant her kid could have the formula he needed. Even though she can afford the price hike now, her gut refuses to let her stay.

Plus, she doesn’t think she can handle another leasing year with Albert Spencer as her landlord. Spencer thrives on making others miserable, she swears it. He even campaigned with the local and state officials to get rid of the cap on rent hikes.

Asshole. 

Someone could tell her that his other company of vehicle rentals was a front for drug trafficking and murder and she’d believe it. He had a snide look on his face the moment she first signed her lease years ago, like he was about to swindle her out of all her money. Then came the disgust whenever he saw her paying her rent like he couldn’t believe he let the likes of her rent in his building.

A list of names, addresses, and photos are probably hidden somewhere in his own dwelling and he crosses off enemies as he goes, eliminating them by kicking them out, reporting them to authorities, and/or the possibility of killing them.

She’s only joking about that last part. Somewhat.

She’s kept them here for so long because it gave Henry’s life stability and the location was ideal. Who cares if she’s probably at the top of Spencer’s list because of the complaints from her neighbor Mrs. Norberry about Henry’s late night gaming - the price on top of everything else was too good to pass up.

In fact, maybe the increase wouldn’t be so bad?

“60 DAYS, RESIDENTS!” the man himself yells from the hallway, banging on doors as he passes them and repeats his message. 

Nope. Definitely need to move.

Henry hasn’t had an issue with the prospect of them moving. He goes to his part-time job at the docks after school, then comes home and finishes his homework before spending the rest of his evening on different listing sites.

“Do you even want to stay in Boston? I mean, we can go anywhere.” His excited voice echoes in her head as she takes in the half-packed apartment. Part of her wonders if she’s doing the right thing. 

Constantly moving, never setting down roots - that has been her whole life. Staying in one place for too long makes her itch but that’s the last thing she wants for her kid. 

Despite what her long list of driver’s license address changes might say, she wants the house with the white picket fence and the dog and everything that screamed a normal happy life in every sitcom she watched growing up. The only problem lies in the fact nowhere has ever felt like home. The closest she ever came was a small cottage town further up the coast. They got plenty of snow in the winter and the summer never got unbearably hot like it did in Tallahassee. But she was young when she was there and the locals were getting suspicious of the nights she spent in her car with Henry in his carseat so she drove right out of Florida.

Hard to believe it’s been nearly 16 years since then.

Ding!

The chime from her laptop pulls Emma from her musings and she hurries to her feet. The packing tape rolls away from her and the scissors clatter to the floor but she pays it no mind. With the rental market being as insane as the housing market right now, a minute delay in correspondence could mean she loses out on a potential apartment.

Disappointment fills her chest when she sees it’s just a reply from one of her contacts but it quickly disappears when she notices what it’s regarding.

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#4

where’s the rivusa fic told through the eyes of the random specialist that tells them to get a room and gets riven yelling at him to fuck off

179 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

“You don’t have to call me [Princess]. I’m just Leia.” / “I’m a person and my name is Anakin.”

182 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#2

in immediate need of the gifsets comparing dick dreaming of mar’i in season three and kor’i dreaming of mar’i in the trailer.

220 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i will avenge you

332 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

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[apenitentialprayer]

I cried the first time I went to a traditional Latin Mass.

It would have been difficult for me not to; I was an emotionally volatile 20-year-old college kid studying theology who loved the “smells and bells” that Catholicism offered—and man, there were a lot of bells and smells going on while Mozart’s “Requiem” carried the liturgy.

After that, I was hooked. A group of friends and I asked a Jesuit, the late Robert Araujo, if he would learn how to say Mass in the extraordinary form (how the pre-Vatican II traditional liturgy has been known since 2007) so we could have it on campus. He did, and a few of us were trained on how to be altar servers for it. To what I imagine was the shock and dismay of many of his brother Jesuits, we were able to celebrate the traditional Latin Mass at the Jesuit residence. To this day, one of my most-treasured books is a St. Edmund Campion Missal & Hymnal for the Traditional Latin Mass that Father Araujo gifted me.

The traditional Latin Mass (I will refer to it after this as “the Latin Mass” for simplicity’s sake, though of course the current Mass promulgated after Vatican II can be and is also celebrated in Latin) ) never became the primary form of liturgy that I attended, and eventually I stopped going to it altogether sometime after college. But it nevertheless made a significant impact on my spiritual life at a critical, impressionable point in my formation. With the news that Pope Francis has greatly restricted the celebration of the Traditional Latin Mass, I have been reflecting on what the Latin Mass gave me and my spiritual life, good and bad. First, the good: What I saw in the Latin Mass was an unparalleled reverence for the sacred. It hammered home, for the first time, that I was part of a celebration of “these sacred mysteries.” Whereas previously I had attended a lot of parishes that couldn’t bother to get their sound systems working, or that were reliant upon the whimsical improvisations of a well-meaning priest, the Latin Mass was choreographed with the care and attention to detail of a Broadway performance. This care for detail, far from seeming stuffy, instead conveyed a deep and passionate love for what was holy. And even more importantly, it invited me to join in that love by taking similar care in my own prayer and participation in the Mass. It gave me a hunger for “the beautiful,” despite my eurocentric understanding of beauty. There were no felt banners or tacky papier-mâché art in sight. To that point, when the Met Gala chose “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination” as its theme, do you think they were looking to 1970s Catholic aesthetics for inspiration? But do you know what else the Latin Mass did for me? It made me bitter and arrogant. It made me think I had the more ancient, therefore holier, therefore better way to practice my faith. I would make jokes about the “Novus Ordo” and speculate about the day the church might even do away with vernacular liturgy, considering it a failed experiment. In one example I find particularly galling and embarrassing, when I attended my regular, non-Latin Mass, instead of praying the liturgy I would actually sit there and count all the deviations from the rubrics that I could notice. I found a lot of security in the (very flawed) idea that “Catholicism is an ancient, unchanging faith. This is the most ancient, unchanging way to live it out.” It took me some time and prodding and prayer to realize that this security wasn’t in or from God, but rather about reassuring myself that I had an answer that I would never need to change (a very attractive prospect to someone whose world feels in constant flux!). We are called to faith that the truth revealed by God in Christ is eternal and unchanging, but as Pope Francis has pointed out repeatedly (like a good Jesuit spiritual director), rigidity and possessiveness about how to express that truth are not authentically free expressions of faith. One of the beautiful parts about the celebration of Mass is that it links us to the communion of the church, extending across both time and space. And the Tridentine Mass, representing more than 400 years of that celebration across history, conveys some aspects of that communion powerfully. But unfortunately, some uses of it in our time have become a point of rupture in that communion as well. A more widespread celebration of the Traditional Latin Mass was an initiative that “intended to recover the unity of an ecclesial body with diverse liturgical sensibilities,” Pope Francis explained in his letter explaining his motivations for the motu proprio “Traditionis Custodes.” However, in effect it “was exploited to widen the gaps, reinforce the divergences, and encourage disagreements that injure the Church, block her path, and expose her to the peril of division.” When I read those words, I knew it was true in my own personal spiritual life. It is a great sadness that it was exploited. And if the pope and the bishops around the world who responded to his questionnaire on this topic saw this division throughout the church, Francis was right to respond. But, you may object: I am not a smug pseudo-schismatic who hates the pope, and I love the Latin Mass! Here is the difficult thing being asked of you by the Holy Father: There are many good reasons to love the Latin Mass, but given that it has become a demonstrable cause of disunity and rancor within the church, we have to look for the gifts it gives elsewhere. Pope Francis readily admits that he agrees with Pope Benedict XVI that “in many places the prescriptions of the new Missal are not observed in celebration, but indeed come to be interpreted as an authorization for or even a requirement of creativity, which leads to almost unbearable distortions.” So, one task at hand, and a possible place of common ground for divided Catholics, is to focus on making regular Masses a bit more reverent. After all, the good things that I received from my encounter with the Traditional Latin Mass should have been available to me in the Novus Ordo, too. All good liturgy, in whatever form or language, should engender desires for the good, the true and the beautiful. But there is another, deeper and more difficult spiritual challenge here. The desires that the liturgy awakes and satisfies in us—and for some of us, the desires that the Latin Mass especially nurtured—are good, holy and necessary. But those desires also point beyond the liturgy itself. At the risk of sounding glib, what would it mean if we could find the spiritual goods that the Latin Mass taught so many in other places? What if we were able to discover a passion for beauty from our service to the poor? If we could develop a mature sense of wonder and awe from caring for creation, our common home? If I am honest, those feel like daunting questions that I don’t really know how to respond to. I only know that I think I’m being called to ask them. Answering them, I imagine, will take patience, practice and a lot of prayers—in whatever language they’re said.

[inmyarmswrappedin]

Ages ago, I asked people to send me scenes they wanted me to compared across the Skams, and then I kinda ignored it. This wasn't intentional, but rather because I wanted to do the scenes in chronological order. And the one I got for s1 was the Eva/Jonas breakup scene.

The issue is that Jonas is a very misunderstood character in international fandom. I felt like I couldn't begin to compare the scenes without getting into the fundamental conflict between Eva and Jonas, and I couldn't do that without getting into why Jonas hates Russetide, and I couldn't do that without a long post that was going to swallow up whole the other 7 versions of the scene.

I've never really let go of the idea of doing those comparisons, even though the anons that sent the original asks are probably long gone. I thought of a bunch of different ways to approach the asks, but nothing worked for me. Until recently, where I just decided to first explain Russetide, then compare the different Skam opening speeches, and THEN I will finally compare the breakup scenes.

But instead of explaining Russetide itself, which I think most Skam fans more or less understand, I'm going to explain SJEIKEN 2015. This song perfectly encapsulates what Jonas hates about Russetide. In fact, he quotes it in one of the scenes where he's being a dick to Eva!

Russetide is a tradition in all of Norway, but western Oslo (where Skam is set) is one of the richest areas in the country and, as such, they really go above and beyond with it. A bus is better than a van, the buses have to be decked out with the best sound systems. The crew has to have not just hoodies but also headbands and other merch, and it all has to follow the theme the crew has chosen. And if you really are the hottest of hot shit, then you actually commission legit artists to write a theme song for your bus. We can see this in s2, where the girls discuss The Penetrators theme song.

There are a bunch of different Norwegian artists that you can commission for your Russe song, but the most famous are probably TIX and the Pøssy Project. The Pøssy Project is a group of multiple songwriters, but all of its members have chosen to keep their identites anonymous because, as it turns out, ~Norwegian adults~ think everything I'm about to explain is trashy and disdainful. The one artist in The Pøssy Project that has always owned his participation in it is Andreas Haukeland, better known as TIX. (You might also know him as this year's ESC entry for Norway.) Why does TIX stand by these songs? Idk, probably because they're extremely popular, chart well, and make money, and by standing by them, he gets to perform them in gigs and profit off those creations.

SJEIKEN 2015 has featured twice in Skam, first in s1e1. It's also the song Pepsi Max is singing when they party at Sana's place in s4. And SJEIKEN 2015 featured so prominently in Skam because the song became a runaway hit the year before (the 2014-15 school year), breaking into the Norwegian charts as well as Spotify most playeds in Norway. It is a tremendously popular song that people loved.

So, who or what is SJEIKEN 2015 about? SJEIKEN is a 2015 Russe crew (meaning they graduated high school in 2015) who chose to make their Russe theme about... oil sheikhs. That is what sjeiken means. The song itself is about an oil sheikh called Sheikh Yer Bouti who declares tonight to be free of rules. His 400 wives are allowed to get drunk and be whores, just for tonight. Here are the lyrics:

Now, TIX has recently tried to become a mature artist, and so he was recently asked about SJEIKEN 2015 (again, a song he performs to this day). This was his response:

At a party, I met a girl who was crying over a boy she liked. She had built up her expectations that this would be the night she finally hooked up with him, but she was afraid that if she did, the guys would call her "whore". I thought about it a bit… It's actually quite true - if a boy hooks 10 girls at a party he is a legend, but if a girl hooks up with only one boy she may risk being called loose. That's absolutely ridiculous! So I said to her, "Tonight you are allowed to be a whore. Tonight you are allowed to hook up with him.”

And like, I just want to say this response is horseshit, first of all lol. But in case you for some reason thought this was supposed to be like a feminist anthem for a girls' russe buss (a crew like Los Losers for instance), let me share a picture of the SJEIKEN Russe crew:

(Count the moc... Oh wait, there aren't any.)

SJEIKEN (the Russe crew) also participated at a Russe event back in 2015. Here is how they chose to stage their song:

(The one thing I can say about this is that the boy playing a niqabi doesn't appear to have taken it off at any point, which is better than Skam Italia did.)

At this point, you might think that perhaps Jonas might have reason to be appalled that Eva, who he assumed shared his values, decided to get involved in Russefeiring. However, one other thing about Russefeiring is that literally EVERY YOUNG PERSON in Norway is supposed to love all of this shit. My evidence is very anecdotal, but I once asked a Norwegian high school student how many people aren't involved in Russefeiring. He said everyone is, the only people who aren't are the friendless losers. I also came across a Norwegian young woman's blog who said she preferred talking to people from abroad, because she didn't have to explain to them that she never actually did Russe, because to admit she hadn't, would immediately show her to have been a total outcast in high school. Like, this is an issue for people into their twenties.

So Jonas isn't just taking a stance to be cool, the fact that he is vocally opposed to Russefeiring in every way makes him (and the boy squad) total losers. In fact, Chris Schistad referred to Jonas as a nerd and the boy squad plainly wasn't in William's radar at all. It wasn't a thing like in Skam NL, where Kes' squad was leagues and miles above Noah's squad in terms of coolness (MOTHERfucker... don't even try to tell me Gijs was cooler than Kes lmao). Jonas would've been seen as a loser and a burnout, and that's what Jonas was talking about when he told Eva that she was always doing the popular thing to do. Because he very staunchly refused to participate in this tradition, despite the fact that doing so made him an outcast, because, for him, THAT was the moral thing to do.

Having read all this (you poor soul), and being on tumblr like you are, is it really that unthinkable that Jonas would think that Russefeiring and the culture associated with it is crap? Do you really think a 16-year old has the nuance to say, "you know, Russefeiring stands for everything I hate, but since you're friendless because of me, and this is your chance at having friends, I will put my ideals aside and support you in this." Absolutely not lmao. How many of you would even now shit on friends if they stepped outside the line of what tumblr considers woke? How many people on twitter turn on each other for transgressions like stanning the wrong Skams? Jonas was shitty because he was super rigid in what he considered the right way to behave, but in that sense, he was actually one of the most accurate portrayals of a specific type of Gen Z. Unlike idk, characters who quote fucking Animal Farm to talk about school festivals.

(And NOW that all of that has been established, I can finally begin dissecting season 1 lol.)

[springsaladgaming]

Follower Milestone

Hey there, all! I recently passed 400 followers, so I thought it would be nice to gift you all some writing!

I had a particular short story that I wanted to gift when we got here, but I’m not entirely happy with it and want to rewrite it.

So, instead, I thought it would be fun to share the predecessor of Ninelives. For those of you who don’t already know, Ninelives was adapted from a short story that I wrote a decade ago for university. It is about a young man who is struggling with depression and, in a failed suicide attempt, learns a small thing about his parents that could potentially evolve into something explosive.

When I started writing this short story, I realized that I wanted to turn it into a novella. The main character would have met someone with a very Carpe Diem attitude and made the shift into a healthier headspace while dealing with his family problems. The overarching theme of the story was the way that little secrets add up. It was always my plan to go back to it once I was done with school, but then real life happened a little too hard (shitty job, pretty severe depression, and some family issues). I never touched it again.

My memory is pretty famously bad about certain things (due to I think ADHD and anxiety). But, of all the short stories that I wrote at uni, I remembered this one like the back of my hand. When I started writing Ninelives, I technically still didn’t touch the old story. I didn’t need to look back at it to remember the overall narrative. I just went at it. And then, a couple of weeks ago, I found the old external drive that I used to store all of my work on and dug up this short story once again.

I think you’ll find the similarities between this short story and Chapter 1 of Ninelives pretty quickly. Dad is kind of an asshole, Mom is pretty dismissive of the main character, and the brother seems to be the only one who cares. Ninelives is also carrying on the theme of secrets in a way. I was actually a little surprised by how similar the two still are, even though they are now different works with a decade of time between them.

This short story is a decade old, thus it hasn’t been edited or revised in the same amount of time, so read it with that in mind. Also, just to be on the safe side...

CONTENT WARNINGS: discussion of suicide, drug abuse/overdose, cigarette use, verbal abuse

And now, without further ado...

Jamie’s ass was beginning to stick to the porcelain tub, and it was getting to him.  As if that weren’t enough, the paper sign taped over his crotch created a pocket of hot air that made his dick stick to his leg. The sign read HOW’S THIS FOR AN EXIT, but Jamie wasn’t going anywhere, and that’s what bothered him most of all.  He’d downed his father’s bottle of blood pressure meds, but nothing was happening.  At least, nothing seemed to be happening, except that Jamie was now hot and sweaty.  He had no idea what ODing on blood pressure meds did, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t this.  He was even more sure that he wasn’t dying.

This would go down in history as the most anticlimactic suicide ever.

Ten minutes.  Twenty minutes.  Thirty.  An hour.  Jamie felt some discomfort—a little sick to his stomach, the porcelain pressing against his boney ass—that was it.  Now he was bored and naked, and someone would probably come looking for him soon.  Probably.

His brother, Graham, was the one who called up to him.  “Hey, Jammy,” he said.  “Dinner’s ready. Get down here.”

Jamie spent a good five minutes after that staring at the ceiling, which was covered in a layer of grime from years of shower steam.  Either that or the years during Jamie’s childhood when he’d come in here to smoke.  His parents had never looked for him here.  That hadn’t changed now that it was the spare bathroom instead of Graham and Jamie’s.

But Graham knew Jamie’s hiding spots and came looking for him.  Jamie heard Graham call for him in the hall for a few minutes, maybe less.  Then Graham knocked on the door.  “Jammers, dinner.  What are you doing in there?”

Jamie hadn’t locked the door.  That would have been too dramatic.  Now it was a mistake, and Graham walked in just as Jamie got out of the tub and crumpled up his suicide note.  The family always seemed to be catching Jamie with his pants down, just never quite so literally.

Graham didn’t seem surprised or the least bit embarrassed.  Jamie felt one of the two emotions, though he wasn’t sure which, and it wasn’t so much over his nakedness as it was the other circumstances.  Graham crossed his arms and said, “Taking a bath?”  He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat.

“No, I wasn’t jacking off,” Jamie said.  “Just being here makes me limp.”  The fact that Jamie hated coming home wasn’t news to Graham.  Jamie thought that would be enough to end the conversation, but Graham’s eyes flashed to something behind him, and Jamie remembered he’d left the empty prescription bottle on the side of the tub.

“What were you doing, Jamie?” Graham asked.

Jamie grabbed the bottle and tossed it in the garbage along with his suicide note—or maybe it was better to call it his ex-suicide note.  It would be the only ex he’d ever had.  He grabbed a towel from the wall to cover himself and said, “Remind me to tell Dad that Mom’s been giving him placebos.”

“Jamie—”

“Gonna let me get dressed for dinner or what?” Jamie said.

Graham let Jamie pass but followed him down the hall to his old room.  Jamie packed clothes in his backpack instead of leaving some here like Graham did.  It took him a few seconds to get the shirt he was looking for.  He could feel Graham’s eyes on him.  He gave up on pulling out his nice pants and put on the jeans he’d worn earlier that day.  Graham was getting suspicious, Jamie knew.  But it didn’t matter why he was staring; it made Jamie self-conscious of just about everything under the sun.  He fumbled with the button on his pants for a good few minutes—almost broke the thing off—before he got it.  When he turned back to the door, Graham was still staring.

They made eye contact and Graham asked again.  “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” Jamie said.  He tried to make his way downstairs, but Graham was blocking the door.  This time, he didn’t move.

“Jamie, you’re scaring me,” Graham said.

“Would it make you feel better if I said I knew they were placebos?”

“Did you?”

Jamie pushed his way past Graham.  Graham grabbed Jamie for a second and then let go, as if unsure what he was supposed to do once he had him.  Jamie didn’t have the answers either, wasn’t sure what he’d do if he their positions were reversed.  They would never be reversed, though.  Graham’s life was perfect; suicide wasn’t even an option for him.  He had no idea what it was like.  Maybe that’s why he was silent now.

Once they were seated around the dinner table, it was almost as if it never happened.  Their parents went on about their usual praise of Graham’s life, but not before ragging on Jamie about his.  “Dinner has been at seven sharp every Saturday for the last fifteen years,” Margery said.  “I don’t know why you can’t get that through your head.”

Jamie knew that.  That’s why he’d chosen the time he did.  “I lost track of time,” Jamie said.  He didn’t say more; they were going to tear him apart either way.

“It’s those work hours of his,” Hugh said.  “He has a different schedule every week.  If you’d get a real job, you wouldn’t have that problem.” Hugh didn’t look up from his plate as he cut his meat.  He always ate the meat first, but not before cutting it into perfect little cubes.

I have a real job, Jamie might’ve said, but they’d had this conversation before.  Hugh meant a salary job.  Flipping burgers didn’t count unless Jamie was making more than twenty an hour.

“Speaking of work,” Margery said, “How did your last settlement go, Graham?” Margery went for her veggies first.  She didn’t eat meat and only let Hugh at dinner, though Jamie suspected he snuck it during his lunch.

“It went well,” Graham said.  He’d barely touched his food, but Hugh looked up from his plate at that moment, and Graham dug in.

“You’re not usually so tight-lipped,” Hugh said.

Graham kept his eyes on his plate.  “It’s pretty easy to reach a settlement when the couple agrees on it before they even come to see me,” he said.

Graham was a divorce lawyer, carrying on the family tradition.  Sort of.  Their grandfather had been a judge and a prosecutor before that.  Hugh was also a prosecutor.  Graham’s decision to become a divorce lawyer had been met with a little resistance, but Hugh readily accepted it once Graham proved it made a lot of money.  Everyone’s getting divorced these days, Graham had said.  I’ll never be out of the job.

“That’s how prevalent your brother is, Jamie,” Hugh said.  “Divorcees go to see him even when they don’t need his help.”

Jamie kept his face in his plate and poked at his food with his fork.  What Hugh really meant was, “Why can’t you be successful like your brother?”  It was the same game every Saturday; that’s why Jamie hated coming here.  But it meant a free meal, even if Jamie had usually lost his appetite by the time he got it.  Besides, if he didn’t come, that would be just one more disappointment.

“Jamie will figure it out,” Graham said.  This was his way of taking Jamie’s side.  Usually.

“As soon as he figures how to pay his rent on time,” Hugh said.

Will you please stop talking about me like I’m not here, Jamie wanted to say.

“You’ve paid this month’s rent, I hope,” Hugh said.

“I paid it last month,” Jamie said.  He’d borrowed some money from Graham to do so with the promise of paying it back once he found a new roommate.  The last one packed up and left without a word.  Jamie's parents didn't know about the money, and he wasn't about to tell them now.

“You need to learn how to get ahead in all areas of your life, not just your bills,” Hugh said.

“Jamie,” Margery said, “get your chin off the table.”

Jamie felt like he was eleven again.

Jamie went outside for a smoke when dinner was over.  He didn’t smoke anymore, but he kept reserves for these occasions.  Few Saturdays passed without a cigarette.  He usually kept with the old ritual, smoked on the edge of the tub with the bathroom door closed and the window open.  After today, he avoided that bathroom., and not only because it embarrassed him.  Graham was like a hawk for the rest of the night.  He didn’t take his eyes off Jamie, even when they were cleaning the dishes.  He’d gone so far as to clean all the knives himself.  Jamie couldn’t lay a hand on them.

Graham was outside with Jamie, too, hovering over his shoulder like Hugh used to do when Jamie was a child.  “You still smoke,” Graham said.

“Only after I’m well-cooked by the parents,” Jamie said.

“Smoking will kill you, you know,” Graham said.  He shifted his stance.  “Why not just smoke two packs a day?”

“Because so far the only life goal I’ve met is not getting cancer.”

“We’re switching rooms tonight.”

“Why?”

Graham took Jamie’s cigarette and tossed it into the gravel.  “My room doesn’t have a lock,” Graham said.

“Oh, please,” Jamie said.  “I didn’t lock the bathroom door, did I?”

“Thank god for that.”

“What does it matter?” Jamie said.  “Dad will kill me when he finds that bottle in the trash anyway.”

“Let’s go inside,” Graham said.

“I didn’t get to finish my cigarette.”

“Inside, now,” Graham said.

Jamie didn’t have time to move before Graham corralled him inside with a hand on his shoulder.  When they came in, Margery was on the landing and Hugh was shouting at her from their bedroom.  To Margery, Jamie and Graham must have looked like two brothers who’d just shared a special moment.  It was some kind of special moment, but she didn’t pick up on the animosity and smiled down at them.

“What’s Dad shouting about?” Graham asked.

“He can’t find his medication,” Margery said.  “I’m sure he just misplaced it.  Wouldn’t be the first time.  I assume you two are leaving early tomorrow?”

Graham nodded.  “Actually, I’ve been talking to Jamie about moving in with him.”

“Oh?” Margery said.

Jamie echoed the oh so immediately that they almost said it at the same time.

“Yes,” Graham said.  His fingers dug in to Jamie’s shoulder.  “At least until he can find a new roommate.”

Margery smiled.  “Maybe you can help him get his life on track,” she said.

“Something like that,” Graham said, and he shook Jamie’s shoulder.

Graham was true to his word and made Jamie take his room.  He opened the doors wide and, instead of going to bed himself, sat and watched Jamie from across the hall.

“You have to drive in the morning,” Jamie said.

“You’ll drive,” Graham said.

“Not afraid I’ll crash the car?”

“No,” Graham said, “because then it would be a murder-suicide.”

“You’re not moving in with me,” Jamie said.

“Either I move in with you or I check you into a psyche ward on suicide watch.”

“The apartment is small.”

“Jamie, I lived in a smaller apartment through eight years of college,” Graham said.  “I’ll manage.”

“You’re really going to watch me sleep?” Jamie asked.

“Get used to it,” Graham said.  “From now on, I’ll have to watch you do a lot of things.”

In the morning, Graham was still watching.  The two of them drove back to Denver in Graham’s SUV, and Graham started moving some of his things into Jamie’s apartment later that day.

[oldadastra]

Letter to Lucasfilm

So, I’ve written a letter to Lucasfilm. It could be better, but this is what came out this afternoon. I hope others who are writing will share what they are putting into the mail. I was trying to be concise, but it still ran to several pages. Find it in its entirety below the cut:

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Lucasfilm, Ltd. Attn: Fan Mail PO Box 29901 San Francisco, CA 94129-0901

December 30, 2019

Lucasfilm/Disney:

I am writing to express my anger, shock, disappointment and deep sadness with the final installment of the Star Wars saga, Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker.

I was ten in 1977 when the original film was released and have loved Star Wars ever since. I was thrilled by the reopening of the saga in The Force Awakens, and delighted by the excellent script, rich visual storytelling, nuanced character development, and thematic direction of Rian Johnson’s The Last Jedi.

Disney took on a sacred trust when it acquired Lucasfilm. Star Wars is deeply important to many people, and if you couldn’t do justice to the characters and themes of the saga, I’d argue that you had no business being involved in these stories. There is so much Disney/Lucasfilm got wrong in Rise of Skywalker, I’m struggling to gather my thoughts or express them coherently, but here goes:

Ben Solo. You created the most compelling character in the new trilogy by destroying the happy ending of the original trilogy. I was willing to go along on the ride Abrams and Kasdan began in The Force Awakens, because the fate of Ben Solo felt like it mattered. The questions raised in the new films: the nature of good and evil, the degree to which one’s family legacy defines a person, whether a one can atone for past sins; all of it felt alive and urgent in the person of Ben, a character I loved like one of my own children from the moment we so traumatically met him in The Force Awakens. His story was the beating heart of the new trilogy. His story is the one that mattered. His life was the one to be saved.

Ben solo was never an exposition device, cool villain, or disposable baddie to me. He was Han and Leia’s only child; loved, targeted, broken, lost.

The Rise of Skywalker redeems Ben Solo in the final act of the film, only to destroy him. Was it always your plan to kill the last Skywalker in the final installment of this story, to render the overarching message of all nine films as tragedy? If so, I wish I’d known this was your intent; I would never have engaged with these stories and made an emotional investment in them. If tragedy was your goal, that was certainly your choice to make, but I’d argue that you owed it to the audience and the cast to do a better job of it.

For example: You give us evidence that Han and Leia’s child was targeted by evil old men from before his birth. It’s a disturbingly explicit allegory of grooming and child abuse.

You give Ben Solo a backstory which implies he is guilty of vile, Anakin-style crimes against other young people, coding him as a school shooter, and then chose to exonerate him of this crime in a comic book, where the general audience will never know he was innocent. It’s a form of character assassination.

You consigned Ben Solo to the darkness for almost the entirety of three films, then denied him his voice in the final acts of his own story. “Ow?” The only words the redeemed Ben Solo will ever speak. Apalling.

You brought back Palpatine for this film (arguably rendering the message of the first six films meaningless), identified the Emperor as Ben’s tormentor all along, then denied Ben the opportunity to fight his enemy in the final act of the film.  Rise of Skywalker literally throws Ben Solo into a pit, and forces him to climb out alone and unaided while Rey is whispered to by “all the jedi,” offering her words of encouragement. It’s grotesque.

I’m getting lost in rage and sadness again here, so let me just say that even if you inexplicably didn’t care about the last Skywalker in the Skywalker saga, you have done a grave disservice to Adam Driver in your treatment of his character in this these films.  Perhaps you’ve heard of Driver’s non-profit organization, Arts in the Armed Forces? He’s deeply committed to the importance of stories as a way to make meaning out of the inexpressible. Did he really sign on to this project thinking that the final message of his character would be to say that even if you are able to come back from the darkness, your final act must be to die? That imperfect children don’t deserve compassion, forgiveness, life? You owe Mr. Driver an apology, but you can never really atone for what you’ve done to him.  

You ended a nine-film, forty-two year saga with all the Skywalkers dead, and a Palpatine the last one standing. You spent three films tormenting Han and Leia’s child, only to kill him in the final act.  What you did to Ben Solo (and frankly to us, who loved him) feels more like a horror story than anything else. In my dreams, I walk right into your offices and flip over tables.

There’s a lot more I could accuse Rise of Skywalker of bungling, but I assume you are hearing this feedback from others besides me, so I will summarize:

Rey Palpatine. Was is all about the midiclorians after all? By making her Palpatine’s granddaughter, you deny Rey everything that made her special; you deny her agency, and you negate the beautiful message I thought you were trying to communicate in the first two films with Rey Nobody: that the force belongs to us all, and that anyone can be a hero

The erasure of Rose Tico. It’s difficult to interpret this as anything but a capitulation to a loud, racist, and misogynist element of the fandom. It’s a very bad look, Disney. Please pay attention to the message you are sending.

Character development in general and a truly horrible ending: Rey goes back into her child-like costume, Ben Solo spent much of the film forced back into his stupid mask. Ben disappears at the end with no one to mourn him. Rey ends the film alone in a desert wasteland.

Rise of Skywalker is the most bleak, hopeless, and depressing Star Wars film ever made. As days go by, it’s becoming clear that it was also poorly written and edited. These stories matter to us, and we pay close attention to them. Disrespect us at your peril.

I don’t expect anyone will ever read this missive, or care at all about what an old shepherd on a mountainside thought about the execution of your multi-billion dollar movies. This is a personal exercise in catharsis as much as anything.

But here are a few notes in a language you might understand. I made some quick calculations about how much money I’ve spent on Star Wars over the past four years, and I’m sharing that with you now.

Movie tickets:  I’m one of those people who sees movies I love more than once (I saw Empire Strikes Back eighty-one times in the theater!). I saw The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi at least ten times each. I’m not counting the cost of tickets for my extended family, whom I brought along to a number of screenings, or tickets for birthday party guests we treated to these movies. My teenaged daughter came along for all the screenings I am including, so I calculate I spent about $360 on tickets. We also bought tickets to Rogue One and Solo, so it was actually more, but you get the idea.

Books, tie-ins, DVDs, merchandise: I invested in The Art of the Force Awakens and The Art of the Last Jedi books, as well as at least one SW Visual Dictionary. I bought DVDs of the films of course, and CDs of John Williams’ beautiful scores. I bought and read a number of books; Boodline and the Leia novel, The Force Awakens novelization and Junior novelization, Aftermath, and a couple others whose titles escape me. At least seven action figures. Toy light sabers for me and my daughter. Posters. T Shirts. I know I’m not remembering everything, but it adds up to an expenditure of at least $347 in books and other Star Wars merchandise.

Star Wars Celebration: I splurged on passes for my daughter and I to attend Star Wars Celebration in Chicago this past spring. It cost me about $400, and a last-minute family emergency meant we were unable to attend, but the tickets were non-refundable, so it was money I spent on Star Wars nonetheless.

Total: $1,107

A laughably small amount to you guys, I’m sure. Perhaps a contrast is useful:

Total amount I have spent (tickets for my daughter and I on opening night) on Rise of Skywalker: $22.

Total amount I plan to spend on Disney Lucasfilm merchandise in the future: $0

I invested quite a lot of my time in Star Wars over the past four years. I’ve written thousands of words in essays, appreciations and analyses (mostly on Tumblr), where I amassed a modest following of just over a thousand people. I’m sure I occasionally bored my friends and family by going on and on about Star Wars. This kind of ‘work’ has no dollar value of course. I will say that it was great fun while it lasted, though I feel foolish in retrospect, remembering all the times I came to your defense, arguing that the saga was in good hands, that you had a plan; that you were going to tell a good story.

Sadly, I don’t think you can fix the damage you’ve done to the Galaxy Far Far Away with The Rise of Skywalker. You made this film, made your choices, and put it out into the world. I have no control over where you go from here, but as a person who has loved Star Wars since I was a child, I beg you to take some time to reflect before making another Star Wars film.

You’ve broken so many hearts. Mine was one.

Andrea ____

...my full name and address, blah blah, I live in Vermont

[infriga]

Writer tag game

I was tagged by @novantinuum !

Author Name: I’m Infriga on tumblr but I go by Ppleater on AO3 because it’s a username I liked to use in the past lol.

Fandom(s) you write for: Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, and in the past I’ve also written one or two things for Red vs Blue, Gintama, Chuck, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, and SGA. Most of my older stuff is on FFN, where it will stay because it’s old and embarrassing lol. I want to write a One Piece fic some day but christ is it a hard fandom to write for. There are so many puzzle pieces and moving parts and layers to everything in the OP world that anything bigger than a oneshot is daunting. Also Luffy’s mind is an enigma so I can only imagine how difficult he’d be to write.

Where you post: AO3. I used to post on FFN years ago, but not anymore because let’s be honest, ffn kinda sucks in comparison.

Most popular one-shot: My RvB fic I guess. The long cliched title is Five Times Tucker Knew Church Was a Robot, And One Time He Forgot That Church Was Still Human. It’s not all that popular, but it got more attention than any of my older oneshots on FFN haha.

Most popular multi-chapter: My Gravity Falls fic about kid Stan and paranoid Ford, 1 Step Forward, 20 Years Back. It was my first multichapter fic, and boy was I floored by the response it got!

Favorite story you wrote: I’m really bad at picking favourites! I like both my GF fic 1 Step Forward, 20 Years Back, and my Steven Universe fic Aid to Navigation at the moment. They’re both more recent fics and I feel like I’ve shown the most improvement in writing both of them, which is part of why i like them more, but I like them both for different reasons so I can’t really choose between them.

Story you were nervous to post: Man I’m nervous posting everything I write lol. I guess I tend to be more nervous about my hurt/comfort stuff for some reason? Especially the hurt parts. Like the chapter where Stan gets thrown down the stairs by Bill in my GF fic, or the upcoming chapter 5 in my SU fic. I really enjoy writing that sort of stuff, and I love reading it even more, so I’m always a little like >:3c but I can be a wee bit sensitive about stuff I get really into writing because I’m invested in it so I’m also a little like <:3c every time, you know? Still, if there’s one thing I’ve learned by getting more involved in fandoms is that it can be worth it to just put stuff out there and own it even when I’m nervous about it, so I usually just force myself to press the post button before I can chicken out. It’s worked out pretty well for me so far.

How do you choose your titles? I’ve developed 2 main methods which, funnily enough, I used for my two recent multichapter fics.

Method 1 involves word play, such as using a pun or a saying that fits one of the themes of my fic, and I adjust it as needed it to match the story. I felt like the saying “1 step forward, 2 steps back” fit the whole portal confrontation in general, and Stan getting turned into a kid involves taking some pretty literal steps backwards, so I changed it to 20 years back to give it a de-aging spin and make it even more of a play on words. That one admittedly came pretty easy to me. I also came up with more puns,wordplay, and jokes for the chapter names to match.

Method 2 involves using symbolism. I like to figure out something I feel would be symbolic of my fic and I look for interesting and relevant terminology or topics related to whatever that symbol is. In Aid to Navigation I settled on lighthouses as the symbolic element because I felt it suited Steven’s character, since he lives on a beach, helps guide people, and literally glows. An aid to navigation is basically any structure that helps ships navigate on the ocean, which includes lighthouses in particular, and it felt really suitable for Steven’s character and the themes of the fic. Other terminology that popped up and caught my interest while looking into stuff related to lighthouses ended up serving as inspiration for the chapter names and some of the story progression.

Of course, sometimes a title just pops into my head automatically and I end up liking it right away, but that’s pretty rare lol.

How many of your stories are complete? 2 on AO3, my RvB oneshot and my GF fic, and an extra 7 oldy moldy ones on FFN which are all oneshots. I technically write more now than I used to, but while my word count has rised drastically the number of individual fics I’ve written isn’t too high yet. I just found I enjoy writing longer multichapter fics a lot.

In progress: Just Aid to Navigation at the moment. I’m the kind of person who usually likes to finish a writing project before moving to a new one.

Coming soon:

I’ve tried coming up with future projects but honestly it seems like I tend to just be sort of... Gripped with a sudden idea that just feels right. I always have tons of concepts I like, but most never actually become anything. Only a few strike me as something that I really want to turn into a story right away. I might make a series of connected oneshots for Aid to Navigation involving interactions and scenes that I couldn’t fit in due to there not being enough time to explore every character the way I wanted (like I wanted to write a scene with Lars and Steven for example, but it didn’t seem to fit anywhere), but beyond that I have no idea what I’ll end up writing.

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write: Do upcoming chapters of a current fic count? The chapters I felt most excited to write for Aid to Navigation are the next one which is already finished and awaiting the accompanying picture, titled “Red Sector”, and the following one after that, which will be titled “Leading Lights”. All I’ll say about them is that both types of lights serve as warnings.

Top five favorite authors:

I like so many damnit, it’s hard to choose!

I’ve loved everything I’ve read by @novantinuum

I’ve bookmarked a lot of GF fics by @impishnature

Same with @fanfoolishness and their SU fics

One Piece fics by @taizi are my favourites in the fandom

There’s probably more people I’m forgetting and if that’s the case I’m sorry and I love you all, but if anyone wants to see more authors I’ve read stuff by I have fic rec/fic recs/fanfic rec/fanfic recs tags (wish I could remember which one I use at a given time so I wasn’t so inconsistent about it otl. Someday when xkit is working again I’ll try to organise them better). Also I have like, 400+ bookmarks on AO3 that you can look through as well.

Tagging: Uh, I tag all the writers I mentioned above I guess, if they want to do it and if they haven’t done it already!

[drfoxlefoxyfloof]

Some of my more humanoid oc's

OK so, I've got a bunch of unikitty oc's, but I actually do have some non unikitty oc's and two of these guys aren't even from a fandom, I just made them up,

Anyway here are my characters and some info about them

Rebel isn't from the same story as trinket and nebula, and trinket is a muifandom oc, meaning that I put trinket in a lot of fandoms, the trinket in this drawing being the original

Rebel was originally a nexo Knights oc, but I've made a version that can be used in multiple fandoms/stories besides nexo knights, and that's the version I will use here

Rebel is a lava monster who can be summoned from a spell book if she is ever killed, she just goes back into the book and waits to be summoned back to the real world, this book still has many completely blank pages after the page showing rebel, and ripped pages where her description used to be only 2 pages of the description are left,

the creator of the book decided that rebel was a lost cause, sense she would never turn out the way she was supposed to.

Rebel was supposed to seem innocent and childiah, but actually be violent and deadly, with the power to controll heat, ranging from a warm summer day, to burning hot lava, when her powers are activated the brown patches on her skin turn black, looking like stone, with what seems to be visible lava flowing through her veins instead of blood.

but rebel always turned out to just be an innocent and friendly child, who just wanted a family, she did turn out with the lava abilitys though, but mostly used these powers to bake and cook with her bare hands, or to give someone the perfect warm hug,

Rebel was discarded, her book can be found in a garbage can or at the dump, she just patently waits to be summoned again.

If she's ever used in a story or rp, a random character within this story will find the discarded book and acedentally summon this innocent and niev child, who will claim the summoner as her parent, what happens next with her is up to whoever finds her

Trinket coppervine forestgear has two origin story's, depending on where she is used and what works best with the story,

In her cannon origin trinket was a a blacksmith from an isolated small town, separated from modern day, this town was called ironsteam village, and is a heavily steam punk themed place,

Trinket has worked in that blacksmith shop sense she was 9, due to ironsteam village claiming that children where old enough to start working at around 8, wich resulted in many young children getting injured due to jobs being too dangerous,

Trinket lost two of her fingers in an accident with the weapons rack when she was 11, wich is also how she got the scars on her cheek,

Eventually when trinket was 15, she got bored of work and was curious of the world outside of ironsteam village, and set out on her adventure, wich is where whatever story she is placed in begins.

Her second back story is pretty much the same other than she worked at a clock tower and started working there when she was 6, and lost two fingers in the cogs and gears of the clock towers when she was 8,

In either story you go with trinkets personality is pretty much the same,

Trinket is a curious and friendly young teenager who likes to help where she can, and loves to explore and find out new things, she's creative and resourceful, using what she has to work with to solve her problems,

Trinket does have dyslexia though, making reading a little hard, and also has some trouble holding things sense she's missing a few fingers, she can also get a little pushy at times, and also ends up panicking at certain things.

Nebula nadara silvara is the princess of a race called " elemental weavers "

Nebula is a kind and generous princess who does her best to help around her kingdom and make her subjects happy, both of her parents are still alive and rule the kingdom, nebula just likes to help where she can,

Her usual story is,

A greed weaver from a tribe of purposefully corrupted elemental weavers manages to lure nebula away from her home,

Nebula gets lost, unable to find her way back, and now has to try and get home,

This is usually how she ends up meeting the other characters in any story she's involved in.

Info a about the race

Elemental weavers are a race wich evolved along side humans, but mostly kept themselves seacret, and are able to live almost everywhere, but prefer caves and forests, these creatures are closely related to spiders, and can even produce spider silk, wich is where the " weaver" part of the name comes from,

Elemental weavers can live for around 400 years, nebula being 99 years old, wich to this race is considered to be rather young to this race a 40 year old still counts as a child, and 50 through 100 counts as being a teenager.

Elemental weavers also each have a special power that they usually unlock between ages 10 and 40, once their power is discovered their first name is changed to their middle name, and their first name is changed to be something related to their element,

Their hair will also change from grey to matching their new element, and they will gain related markings on the natural armor like plating on their skin, it is also sometimes possible for a weaver to have 2 elements, or end up with a different element later in life, it's even possible to lose an element.

It is also normal for elemental weavers to have different amounts of eyes, going from 1 eye to 24 eyes, the number of scarf arms also usually match the number of eyes, these weavers don't actually have arms, and never have, instead using natural telepathic abilitys to control scarves or ropes made of weaver silk that they wear around either their necks or waists,

Elemental weavers are also incredibly accepting and understanding, so it's completely normal to meet a, LGBT+ weaver and they will gladly allow humans and other races to live in their kingdoms.

( sorry about how long this was, I just had a lot of info on these characters and really like my elemental weavers race, they are a little flawed though sense I made them when I was 13, but I'll keep working on improving them ^-^)

[purplesurveys]

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Does it make you nervous when someone does something dangerous showing off? If it’s something supposed to be taken seriously, like an athlete doing a risky ice skating spin, then I’d be nervous in that I don’t want them to fail. But if it’s someone doing something rather foolish like doing a moonsault off a roof or putting out a candle with their bare fingers, the mischievous side of me will silently half-wish something goes wrong haha. Have you ever had to take a pee test? You mean a urinalysis? Yeah. Angela’s doctor mom suspected I had UTI a few weeks ago so she had written up a recommendation for me to take a ‘pee test,’ as you put it. Have you ever had to supply someone with clean pee? I mean, I did for the aforementioned urinalysis lol. And what do you mean by clean pee? How is that different from dirty pee? Lmao Are you a bit of a nerd? Guh, I loved calling myself this is a teenager...because...y’know...I was a teenager and wanted to sound cool and ~not like the other girls~ lol but I was definitely trying too hard at the time. I don’t consider myself a nerd now and I don’t think I ever was. Are you in charge of cleaning anything in your household? Just my own dishes for the most part, but that’s it.

Are you good at HTML? At one point I was, because it was once a common practice on Tumblr to customize your themes, add your own pages, and basically just mix up your blog. I dunno if normal Tumblr still does this haha but if I tried to do this today I’d be rusty for sure. Ever carved/written anything on a park bench? Nope. I always feel like I’d get caught. Most interesting place you've ever visited? I’d say Shanghai was the most interesting mostly because it was SO incredibly first-world and the whole place was just so modern, so technologically forward and the experience was so jarring considering the dumpsite I live in. It was very daunting seeing all the bright lights, people dressing up so well, luxury shops on every corner, and how rich their nightlife was. Have you ever had anything tailored? Yes, my lola knows how to do that so whenever I need my clothes adjusted I’d just ask her to do it. Fan of Walton Ford artwork? Ever even heard of him? Nope, haven’t heard of him. Do you keep your eyebrows more thick or thin? I never get my eyebrows done; I don’t find it necessary. They’re naturally on the thick side, but from years of trichotillomania and plucking my left eyebrows, the hair eventually never 100% came back and the end of that eyebrow has juuuust a bit of a bald patch on it. It’s only noticeable for those who know about my trich, but still. What color is your bedroom door? It’s brown, but the bottom part sports a lot of chipped-off paint due to my dog scratching on it to get in and out of my room for the last twelve years.   Do you value your personal space, or do you hate being alone? I value both since I tend to need either at different points. Have you ever been hunting? Never.  Your take on one-night stands? Are they okay? You do you, and it’s definitely okay. It’s just not my thing. Do you always wear a bra? Not when I’m at home. I for sure haven’t worn one in a while due to the pandemic forcing me to stay home, but I did wear a bra when I went to the hospital a couple of weeks ago. Felt so weird lol. Do you have a wrist watch? No. I always lose them under my watch (hehe) so I just stopped wearing them altogether so that I don’t keep wasting my parents’ money :/ Do you usually jog or go for walks? I’ll sometimes go for walks, but for leisure. I don’t think of them as workouts at all. Could you be happier? Yeah, I think this is how most of us, if not all of us, feel.

Don't you just love aerial views? Like...from airplanes? Yessss, I love them a lot. When my dad books flights for us I always call dibs on a window seat as I never get tired of seeing cities and towns from the sky. Do you own a pair of Dr. Martins? As far as I know it’s Martens, and no I don’t. I’ve always thought they were too chunky for my liking. Do you like wine? Hate it, I never liked its bitter taste. My girlfriend and some of my aunts love wine though so sometimes I’ll have a glass or two and pretend to like it so I can spend time with them haha. Do you scrapbook? Nope. We do have scrapbooks at home, but it was my mom who made all of them for mine and my siblings’ baby photos. Have you ever been told not to do something you desperately wanted to do? Of course. ^ did you listen? Not always. Why are the angry birds so mad at the pigs? ...I don’t care. I never played the game actually. Would you feel bad about breaking up with a kid on his birthday? Kid sounds weird in this sentence lol, and yeah I’d say that’s a pretty shitty thing to do. There are 365 days in a year and unless my significant other has been an abusive shithead, I’d pick a date other than their birthday to break up with them. Have you ever sung anyone the happy birthday song? On their birthday, I guess...? How many followers do you have on Twitter? At the moment, 722. Do you like Hello Kitty? Not really. Have you ever won on one of those grabber machine things? Not that I can recall. My sister has always been the one better at those than me, she wins something every time. Though there was one time I was at the arcade and was just fucking around with the claw machines until I saw a kimono-wearing Hello Kitty left behind in one of them; I figured someone won it but didn’t want it, so I gleefully took it and gave it to my sister who’s super into Hello Kitty AND anything Japanese haha. Is there an actual word for those? I call it the claw machine. Have you seen the movie Remember Me? I never have but I remember wanting to because Robert Pattinson is in it, heh. Do you like thunderstorms? Love them. I can see myself living somewhere where it rains all year round. Have you ever been horseback-riding? I’ve ridden a horse before but I don’t think it counts as horseback-riding? It was part of the itinerary on one of our trips to Tagaytay nearly a decade ago, and a skilled rider was maneuvering the horse for me. I was like 12 and didn’t know any better, but today I absolutely wouldn’t take part in some tourist attraction thing that would use and tire out animals. Have you ever seen your naked back? I’ve had to turn around and look at it in the mirror a few times because I have scoliosis and I had wanted to see the point where my back starts to curve. Are you gonna French kiss your hubby at your wedding? Noooooo. I hate doing PDA myself so I’ll likely be sheepish at my own wedding actually, considering the fact that I wanna invite like 400 people lol. Do you think girls generally look better with their natural hair color? I don’t base attractiveness off of hair color, so I don’t really care. Who is the last person you held hands with? Gabie. Was ages ago though. Would you agree that wedding cake is so much better than any other cake? (: I mean, wedding cake isn’t even a type of cake lol. I think cheesecake is the superior cake, though. Do you feel awkward with strangers in elevators? Not at all. It’s a lot more awkward if I know the person but am not close with them or don’t know them all that well, so then I’d have to spend the next few seconds figuring out if I wanna make small talk or just ignore them altogether. Do you cuss excessively when you're upset? I can cuss excessively regardless of my mood. I don’t do it as much as I did when I was a teenager, but my potty mouth will still slip out every now and then. Would you rather cheat and tell your other about it or be cheated on? Eugh, this is an awful question. Can we just go with no cheating? Do you own a pair of shorts that could be mistaken for underwear? I don’t think so. Have you ever felt free after losing something once important to you? Yeah, I was recently reading my old survey answers from 2015 when my breakup was fresh, and apparently I was a super happy camper who felt free as fuck when Gab and I had broken things off so I guess that’s one example lol. Have you ever been to a rave? Nope, no raves for me. How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? I’ve only eaten a whole banana once my whole life and that was a few weeks ago when I had a fever. Mom said it’ll be good for my body so I was made to eat one for breakfast. It wasn’t all that bad, but it will still take a whole lot for me to have to eat another banana. Have you ever felt like you can burn the world down? I’ve never been that angry before, no. Can you read/speak in any language(s) other than English? Yuh, Filipino is my first language.

Have you ever had sex outside? I’ve had it outside but we were still hidden, like inside a car lol if that still counts. Have you ever been outside naked? ^ Same situation. Do you like guys with long, brown, shaggy, flippy hair? If it looks majestically taken care of, yep. Do you have a beauty mark? I don’t. Have you ever been in a shrubbery maze? No. I’ve been terrified of them ever since watching The Shining, and I don’t think I’ll ever be up to entering one since I hate getting lost. Do you think you're the best thing that's happened to someone? I dunno. I don’t really need this big of a validation, so it’s genuinely fine if no one thinks of me in this way. Is the best thing that's ever happened to you a person? Yes, but also a dog. What's your boyfriend's style, or what style tends to attract you? I’ve observed that Gab jumps from one style to another. Some days she’ll dress like a sophisticated aunt and wear nice flowy dresses, other days she’ll opt to look a bit tomboyish and wear a graphic or tie-dye t-shirt and jeans. Do you know anyone who works in a cafe? Yeah, my cousin Bia. How many songs do you think you know all of the lyrics do? Hundreds is a safe guess. Do you enjoy jazz or blues music? I enjoy both, but I like jazz a tad bit more.

What's the most emotionally painful thing you've ever been through? Finding out about Nacho. My grandpa’s death hurt as hell too, but back then I had no choice but to harden up and force myself to be ok and focus because I had an insanely important college entrance exam coming up five days after his passing, and I couldn’t afford to get distracted. With the news of Nacho, I was doing nothing that night and I was completely vulnerable when it hit me. How many band t-shirts do you own that are black? I only have one band t-shirt, and it’s black. Can you make a clover shape with your tongue? Nope. Would you agree that Beck is a musical genius? (: Beyoncé lost to him for Album of the Year at the Grammys for her 2013 album which she highkey should’ve won, so he’s kinda on my shitlist for that looooool Do you ever feel like the main people in your life don't know you at all? No. I wear my heart on my sleeve for the most part, so I don’t have to worry about that. Do you like Ben Folds? I’ve never heard of him. Do you watch The Voice? Nope. Do you have a protective father? To an extent. He hates catcallers and always tells me to tell him if there are any around when we’re out so he can beat them up. He’s not crazy protective to the point of being possessive or overly strict though. Have you ever worn a headdress? Just for school productions when we would represent cultures that have headdresses.

Last thing that caused you to get sick? A UTI. What's the biggest misconception about you, personally? It annoys me to no goddamn end when people say or assume that I’m fake. It’s called being polite and civil even around people I don’t like which I’m pretty sure is more mature than fake, dude. Have you ever seriously thought you loved someone without telling them? No. Are you squeamish? About certain things. I hate watching clips of people having their bones break or get dislocated, people passing out, too much blood, among other stuff.

[kwanzaa-wakanda]

Why Kwanzaa?

1. Because I want a cultural outlet that has the potential to unite all Black people regardless of where they come from. We can all honor our individual and collective history, ancestry, oppressions, cultures, families, and communities during Kwanzaa whether we are Diasporic Africans or Continental Africans.

2. Because every other Black holiday in the US is either too specific (MLK Jr. Day, Juneteenth) or more focused on education than a good time (Black History Month). Nothing wrong with education, but we need both informative holidays and fun ones.

3. Because it's ours and just ours. No one else can come into Kwanzaa and control it. They can barely profit off it. And I know that's part of why other people hate it, because they can't come in and change it's politics, insert their gods into this secular space, copy and paste their cultures and icons, then wrap the whole thing up in a box and sell it back to us for $19.95. And I think that's wonderful.

4. Because no other holiday encourages Black people to learn about Africa's past and present, and fight for its future. We need holidays that remind us that we were living in a rich, diverse continent before we were enslaved and it was colonised. Kwanzaa is the first, and we can and should create more.

5. Because it's cold outside, I want to have fun with my family and eat some good food. But I am neither a believer in the divinity of Christ nor in the inherent consumerism and subtle colonialism of presenting Christmas as a "secular" holiday.

6. Because Kwanzaa specifically reminds us that there is and always will be work to perform for the maintenance of our communities and cultures if we want to not only survive, but thrive.

7. Because we can use Kwanzaa to facilitate a cultural return to Africa. Already we don ankara and learn Swahili for the holiday. But we can make it bigger and do more. We can learn other languages and don other fashions. We can learn other traditions in the continent and diaspora of ancestral reverence. We can try our hands at preparing and eating new foods. We can learn about the different festivals of the continent and diaspora centered around similar themes of history, ancestral reverence, the beginning of a new year, and the honoring of children.

8. Because anything that we decide we don't like about Kwanzaa, we can change. It's OURS, no one elses. We can make it whatever we need it to be.

9. Because let's face it, the backlash isnt really about Karenga or the misinformation surrounding the holiday. If it had been started by Rosa Parks and well publicized so no one thinks obvious facts we always knew were "gotchas" against the validity of the festival, then it would still be hated and despised for daring to be different, apolitical, closed off, and secular.

10. Because we can celebrate it regardless of our religions, while not being prevented from including our faiths. Kwanzaa is secular, but you can include Kwanzaa in how you explore your faith. Do Kwanzaa at your church, mosque, synnagoge, or temple and it's a religious act that only some people can attend. Do it at the MLK Jr. Memorial Community Center and it's something the whole community can attend.

11. Because you can still do 7 days of presents if you really want, and still practice anti-consumerism. The three default kwanzaa presents are books, food, and clothes. You can do 7 days of books and food and clothes if you want. And if your presents can't fit that mold, that's still okay becauae you're encouraged to support Black owned businesses during kwanzaa (and no, Beats by Dre doesn't count). You can also do kwanzaa with no gifts whatsoever. But Kwanzaa should not have you standing in the cold parking lot of the mall at 5am on Black Friday every year.

13. Because it's already tradition, and that tradition is catching on. From school activities to community celebrations, to Kwanzaa Crawl, a lot of Black people have put in effort to keep Kwanzaa in our lives and continue to do so today. It's not a 400 year old tradition, but we have the power to make it so one year at a time. No, it's not the entire Black population, but it doesnt have to be just yet. Everything has to start somewhere, and kwanzaa can start with us.

14. Because kwanzaa is not a racial epithet or stereotype. I get why some people are suspicious when non-black people just assume we celebrate kwanzaa. But the answer isnt to throw the baby out with the bathwater. We don't have to shun and degrade this holiday and everyone that celebrates it. If we did that with everything, then our people wouldn't have anything left. We've already allowed anti-blackness to nearly wipe out our religions, languages, and hairstyles. Imagine if we let it wipe out our music, our cooking, and our sense of fashion? We cannot be so concerned with how others see us that we're willing to discard our identities or marginalize those among us that refuse to assimilate.

15. Because Black people living right now have a lot of despair. If we don't get killed by the state for saying the state shouldn't kill us with impunity, if we aren't unable to vote for the right for the convicted to vote because we are ourselves current and ex-convicted, if we aren't in college because our parents and their parents and their parents could never go, then we're still living in poverty, being manipulated by loan companies that want to force us into situations where we have to torture our bodies for our daily bread. Whether that's in the office, the stores, or the athletic field, they want us out here killing ourselves to earn our right to live. And that's just America. Go anywhere else and you may see people eating mud because there's no food left, living under oppressive regimes more open than the US in their tyranny over their citizens, seeing children struggling to provide for their houses when they should be in school, all the while truly believing that the US is better. Kwanzaa doesn't hide from the uglier sides of our condition, it makes us remember that they exist while invigorating us with a new energy to fight for our people every year.

16. Because Black people living right now have a lot of hope. Remember the global impact Black Panther had on our people. Look at how many Black people in the US are reclaiming our ancestral religions and spiritualities. Think of the new fashion, art, musical and cultural movements we have going right now. Remember the political movements in all of our countries that are recognizing the interconnectedness of our struggles. The hope we're living on right now is exactly the type of hope that kwanzaa is based on fighting for. That's why hope is the final principal of Kwanzaa, called Imani. We celebrate kwanzaa because for a lot of us, that's the only time of the year that we have to truly reflect and see all this hope for all the value it holds.

17. Because kwanzaa reminds us that who we naturally are is enough. Our mothers shouldnt be straightening our hair for a kwanzaa celebration. We shouldnt be demanding that our people talk like white people at a kwanzaa celebration. We don't have to worry about being the first person to grab the watermelon or fried chicken at a kwanzaa celebration. Kwanzaa allows us to be Black, tooth gaps and all. And most importantly, it reminds us that those of our community that would insult and degrade us for being ourselves are fundamentally wrong.

Kwanzaa is not useless. It is not a farce. It is a cultural outlet of the Black community to recognize the inherent validity in our lives. Kwanzaa is the time that we appreciate who we ALL are and how we got here. If we didnt have Kwanzaa, I would sincerely hope that we would create another holiday just like it to remind us that we are more than just victims of slavery, colonialism, and white supremacy without erasing the memories of those that suffered at the hands of those attrocities. Because as long as Black people are living outside of our homelands, and our continent is being destroyed by colonizers and their coups, then Black people are going to need Kwanzaa or something just like it. And ideally, we will always have Kwanzaa AND something just like it.

[polar-stars]

If you could've furthered any plotline intro'd either before or during the BLUE arc, what would they be? I know what you think the BLUE plotline, (I personally give it a C+), but was there anything you think that could've been furthered elaborated on? I thought some ideas were better then others, but the execution was off. I blame Shueisha's poor business model. SnS could've gone 400+ chapters (along with some other titles)

If I could ask for an arc to be redone and overworked, it would be Central Arc tbqh. 

This might be a contentious point to have, as many fans regard Central Arc to be the point where Shokugeki began to crumble, as the sudden usage of actual villains instead of normal rivals was something that many considered not fitting for the tone Shokugeki held before Azami’s introduction. 

I do understand that criticism, but personally I do actually like Central Arc’s premise. Establishing an totalitarian regime and putting the protagonists in a position of struggling revolt is just an interesting conflict for me that also holds a lot of potential for intriguing clashes and compelling drama.

My problem is how it was executed and that the execution of the premise did not live up to the potential that said premise has imo.

Central vs. Rebels ultimately became very generic Good vs. Bad. For the most part we’ve just been told that Central is bad and has to be taken down, instead of being shown that it is. I mean, look at how Central was established: Members of the Elite 10 voted Azami into power. But who exactly were the members that voted for Azami? Eishi, Rindou, Somei, Momo, Nene and Eizan. The members who were against it? Megishima, Isshiki and Kuga. My point here is that, Isshiki is out of all the Elite 10 members the most familiar one to us (save for Erina) as he’s been introduced somewhere in the most earliest chapters. We know him and he is someone trustworthy to us. Then there’s Kuga, who got at least some insight during Moon Banquet Festival and while not overly familiar to us at that point, because he was still relatively fresh, he was still a lot more familiar to us than most of the characters we had on Central’s side. Somei, Momo and Nene had barely any characterization back then. They were pretty much strangers to us. Eishi and Rindou got a bit to do before Central’s establishment, but still had a mysterious aura to them. The truly most familiar to us who voted Central into power is Eizan, as he was also established a lot earlier. Eizan admittedly did not do all too much in the series at that point, but the things he did indeed do were not really the actions of a good guy. He threatened Soma and was also the one to orchestrate the whole Mimasaka-situation in the Autumn Elections, a situation that put one of the fan-favorites, Takumi, through strong suffering. So yeah, Eizan is not what you could call a sympathetic character. And that’s the point; the people against Central were the more familiar one to us who we come to trust, while the people who ultimately got Central into power were a bunch of mysterious strangers to us + the one guy who we’ve already come to know as jerk and antagonist. That all is just a very blatant way to establish Central as the “evil side” and to have the reader root for the rebels instantly, because that’s the characters we know and love, right?

Based on it’s premise, I always thought of Central as an ideology-war. However, that requires to actually explore the ideology and convince the reader that one ideology is better than the other. But what we got instead is that the people who are responsible for this arc happening in the first place (The Traitor Elites) barely ever actually talk about the ideology they supposedly stand behind. The individual reasoning for voting Azami into the position of headmaster was not really explored for most of the Elites, so it all never felt all too convincing to me. The major change we see Azami make on Totsuki is getting rid of clubs in such, but most of his reformation is also not really shown on us. (It’s an overall theme in Shokugeki that Tsukuda dismisses the show, don’t tell rule to be perfectly honest) Meanwhile the Rebels are presented to be 100% in the right, as if the old system of Totsuki truly was absolutely perfect. I would have liked an exploration on good and bad on BOTH sides. How the old system DID have flaws, how there’s possibly some good ideas in Central’s regime but their actions are overall terribly unjust or they take things to the extreme. It requires a lot of writing skills, I’ll admit that and I don’t think I’d be able to write such a thing….But Tsukuda is a guy who makes a living out of writing, if I am not mistaken. 

Maybe he should have actually make an detailed “Survivor’s Hunt”, instead of just showing us one battle and nothing else, to get a lot more substance and character into the Central-Regime than just “baddies, that’s all you need to know”. 

Central gets concluded through the Regiment de cuisine which is therefore still part of the overall Central storyline, despite being counted as its own arc, so that should be redone as well.

RDC is something I view as even more critical. 

I like Central’s premise as I said, but RDC’s premise is something I’ve always seen as rather problematic and here’s why: RDC’s end goal is to have the Elite 10 defeated and that’s kinda were I am already frowning. The thing is that the Elite 10 had more build up than anything else in this series and ever since Shokugeki started they’ve been made out to be the ultimate, competent GODS of their universe. And then just this arc has as end goal that said GODS will be defeated within just one arc by mostly first-years. 

So yeah, that was just a problem for me and as the rebels ultimately won, in the process only Eishi and Rindou got to look like actually competent while the rest felt a lot more like normal rivals which is a shame and disservice to the build-up that the Elite 10 received over the course of the entire series. I mean, not even the Elites on the Rebels side got to do stuff that would be justice for them: Kuga lost his only battle in it, Megishima (*cough* former third seat, that’s a high number) got a win against a character with little to none characterization but lost his next fight and Isshiki also just got one win against a newly-established character who was not even made out as very competent but also lost the follow-up fight. 

For me, there’s two ways to possibly fix RDC:

1. Arena 51 Raid, they can’t stop all of us: Don’t get rid of half of your cast for cheap tension and actually have a much huger mess face the Elites. The number of people participating in a Regiment de cuisine does not have to be equal, so do not make it equal just to add tension. Have more people on the rebels side, because that would have make a victory of the rebels over the Elites possibly a bit more realistic to me. DONT SHOW ME MIYOKO AND NAO IN THE AUDIENCE SMILING ABOUT THE REBELS APPROACHING VICTORY BECAUSE NOW I AM FORCED TO ASK WHY THEY WERENT APPROACHED BY SOMA TO PARTICIPATE IN THE RDC. The rebels should have recruited everyone they could get in their boat, it’s the Elite 10 they face off against for heaven’s sake. 

2. Lower the stakes and actually have Central win: Another problem with RDC are the ridiculous stakes for the rebels. Like damn, in case the Elites loose they loose their seats (which they can obtain again anyway, as presented to us by Nene and Eizan in 3rd year) and Central would have to dissolve. Which yeah, I guess, does kinda suck for them? But it’s not really something comparable to Erina and Jouichiro giving up their freedom as people to be in Azami’s clutches forever, plus Jouichiro closing the place that belongs to his wife’s family and all of the kids having to leave Totsuki forever. Given how immense the stakes were for the Rebels, it was pretty much inevitable that they’d win and therefore sucked out a lot of tension. So yeah, make the stakes something that does suck greatly (I mean, expulsion could still remain one I guess) but is not an ultimate destruction of an individual. And then, as I said, have Central actually being victorious in the Regiment de Cuisine, showcasing what actual monsters they are. What would follow up is the Rebels throughout 2nd year trying to win back the school, through other ways that could possibly interesting. Especially if they are possibly thrown off the school, but still don’t give up and seek their ways to make moves even from the outsides. 

MEEP

So yeah, I believe Central as well as RDC could have been done well and be interesting but ultimately were written very clumsily. I’d love to see a good rewrite of Central Arc. I’d to it myself, but I don’t consider myself skilled enough for it. However “Shokugeki no Kimiko” will have two arcs that very  strongly reflect what I would have wished for to be done with Central and RDC.

I hope that this ramble did make sense, although it was probably just insanely uncoordinated as always ; 7 ; And also me, not knowing how to word stuff properly. 

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Aside from that, if you are to ask me, if there’s any arc Post-RDC I’d like to see redone, I’d say the Beach Arc should be stretched out a little as I think it was much too short but actually a very fun idea. 

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you still think of that Gwen Stefani song when you spell bananas? It does still pop into my head now and then.

Do you like the way your hair naturally is, or do you change it? I dye it red.

Do you know anyone who died accidentally by doing something stupid? Not personally. no.

How many different languages have you taken in school? I just took Spanish all 4 years.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 31.

How tall is your father? (Estimate?) 6′0. 

If your cell phone broke, would your parents make you pay for a new one? No. I’m very, very fortunate that my family still provides a lot for me. I’d probably be out a phone for a bit, though. 

If you died tomorrow, would you be missing out on any big plans you’ve made? No.

If you woke up and no one was home, would you wonder where everyone is? I usually already know what my family’s plans are, so probably not.

Are your parents still married? They never married, but yes they’re still together.

Are you in a monogamous relationship? I’m very single.

Are your legs crossed right now? No.

Have you ever met your favorite band? No. :( I never even got to see them in concert. My top favorite band is Linkin Park, by the way.

Have you ever drawn on someone's face while they were sleeping? My cousins and I sometimes did that to each other when we were kids.

Have you ever fallen down a hill? No.

Would you scuba dive in shark infested waters if you had the chance? ABSOLUTELY NOT. I wouldn’t scuba dive at all, though. I can’t swim and I have a fear of deep water. The sea creatures would scare me, too, honestly. I’m a big baby.

Would you dress up as Spiderman and run down the streets? Nah. Would you meet Miley Cyrus if you had the chance? I mean, if the opportunity presented itself, sure.

What color are your fingernails? They’re not painted. I haven’t painted my nails in years.

What time will it be in three hours and ten minutes? 6:38AM.

What is your favorite slow song? I couldn’t pick just one.

Do you believe in karma? No.

Do you still talk to the last person you kissed? No.

Do you constantly check your cellphone? Yeah, but to check my social medias, listen to music, and watch YouTube. I use my phone more so for those things than actual phone purposes like calling or texting.

How long have you been living in the state that you're in now? All 30 years of my life thus far and counting. I don’t plan on moving to another state.

How many tabs/windows are open on your computer right now? 1 window and 8 tabs.

How often do you eat cereal for breakfast? I haven’t had cereal in like 5 years, honestly. 

If there were aliens on earth, would you be afraid? Maybe there already is. *Twilight Zone theme song*

If you could spend 1 hour 20 years in the future, would you? Gahh. It’s tempting, but also terrifying. 

Are there any paintings on your living room walls? Yes.

Are your pets asleep? Yes.

Are you excited for anything right now? What? No. 

Have you ever wished you were an only child? Nooo, I love my brothers. My younger brother and I are super close, too. 

Have you ever hurt someone on purpose? :/

Have you ever gotten hurt while sledding? I’ve never gone sledding. 

Would you dye your hair hot pink for $400? No. I’ve been dying my hair red for the past 5 years, I wouldn’t want to strip out that color and go through the whole process of going pink. I’d just like to keep it red, thanks.

Would you go a year without wearing a bra for $100,000? Ha, absolutely. I rarely wear one as it is since I spend majority of my time at home. I can get away without one in public, too, a perk of being in the itty bitty titty committee and a wearer of oversized clothes. Not to say those with bigger breasts can’t do that, but you know what I mean. 

What kind of cell phone do you have? An iPhone XR.

What do your pants look like? I’m wearing black leggings.

What is your current favorite song? I couldn’t pick just one.

Did you notice the pattern in this survey? :) Nope, but I see it now.

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2019 Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song (final)

*breathes deeply*

TAGGING: @cokwong; @dansmonarbre; @emilylime5; @fredsbarandgrill; @halfwaythruthedark; @ideallaedi; @introspectivemeltdown; @loveless422 (of @classicladiesofcolor administering); @maximiliani; @memetoilet; @mindo80; @monkeysmadeofcheese; @myluckyerror; @nazur; @phendranaedge; @plus-low-overthrow; @shadesofhappy; @stephdgray; @themusicmoviesportsguy; @theybecomestories; @umgeschrieben; @underblackwings; @yellanimal.

And also tagging a few first-timers or those who haven’t done this in a while: @astorytellertothestars; @bitch-genius; @dog-of-ulthar; @ineedanumbrella; @jayb3; @kataka-taka; @nudehearth; @shootingstarvenator; @thethirdman8; @thewolfofelectricavenue; @voicetalentbrendan; and @wehadfacesthen.

This is not the latest we've ever started the final round, but here we go!

For those who participated in the preliminary, I thank you for your time, but we're not done quite yet. The madness has only begun. After a chaotic end to the preliminary round in which contenders crashed out and unheralded underdogs rose in the final hours, who knows who takes this final? For the uninitiated, I have an Oscar-like ceremony on my blog celebrating all the movies of that year’s Movie Odyssey (all the movies I saw for the first time in their entirety) at the year’s end. For the last five years, I have asked family and friends to help out with the Best Original Song category - because in all other categories, you'd be forced to watch entire movies to decide it. This is a musical thank-you to those, who have contributed, in their own ways, to support the Movie Odyssey and me over the last calendar year.

I normally would have known if I would have asked folks to help participate in MOABOS around the end of summer. But due to work commitments, I had no idea whether or not we would be doing this as late as mid-October. I consider it very fortunate we were able to get this off the ground this year - some of you, interestingly enough, look forward to this every year for some strange reason.

As a result of this year's limitations, this is the one of the most monolingual fields we've ever had in a final. But that's not to besmirch the quality of music seen here. In one notable piece of MOABOS trivia, a Vietnamese-language song has reached the final for the first time. A record two songs in the final are from a documentary film (albeit they are from the same documentary).

INSTRUCTIONS Please rank (#1-15) your choices in order. The top ten songs will receive nominations. The tabulation method used in the preliminary round is being used for the final only as the second tiebreaker (the tabulation method that will be used principally for the final - aka "single transferable vote" - is described in the "PS"). There is no minimum or maximum amount of songs you can rank, but because of the nature of single transferable vote, it is highly recommended to rank as many songs as possible, rather than only one or two. Those who rank fewer songs run a greater risk of their ballots being discarded as I am counting the ballots. Again, this is all described in the "PS". Why not implement at a minimum number of songs to rank? Well, I believe in giving you folks as much freedom as possible.

Please consider to the best of your ability: how musically interesting the song is (including and not limited to musical phrasing and orchestration); its lyrics; context within the film (contextual blurbs provided for every entry for those who haven't seen the films); choreography/dance direction (if applicable); and the song's cultural impact/life outside the film (if applicable, and by far the least important factor). Imperfections in audio and video quality may not be used against any song. I encourage you to send in comments and reactions with your rankings - it’s always fun to read reactions to individual songs, and it usually makes the process (for everyone) more enjoyable!

The deadline for submission is Tuesday, December 31 at 7 PM Pacific Time / 5 PM Hawai'i / 6 PM Alaska / 9 PM Central / 10 PM Eastern. If you're across the Atlantic, that's New Year's Day at 3 AM GMT / 4 AM CET / 5 AM EET. There will be no deadline extensions.

The fifteen finalists (to access the below via YouTube playlist, click here... please keep in mind many of these finalists are meant to be watched and listened to):

“Are We Dancing?”, music and lyrics by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, The Happiest Millionaire (1967)

Performed by John Davidson and Leslie Ann Warren

After convincing her father to let her attend boarding school, Cordy Biddle (Warren) meets Angier “Angie” Buchanan Duke (Davidson in his film debut) at a social dance. Cordy, stressing herself too much in believing that she must go out of her way to attract a boy, is pleasantly surprised by Angie’s taking to her. Just before the song, she initially dismisses waltzes as a dance, “for old people” - repeating a line her father said once. The song’s melody is quoted occasionally in the film’s score.

“Crazy World”, music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Leslie Bricusse, Victor/Victoria (1982)

Performed by Julie Andrews

Victoria Grant (Andrews) is a woman playing a man named “Victor” who is impersonating a woman. Victoria, as Victor, has become the hit vaudeville act of Paris. This is Victoria’s first performance as “Victor” not pretending to be a woman. Is your head spinning yet?

“Detroit”, music and lyrics by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, The Happiest Millionaire

Performed by John Davidson and Lesley Ann Warren

(partial use in film)

Lovebirds Cordy Biddle (Warren) and Angier “Angie” Buchanan Duke (Davidson in his film debut) have been discussing their future together. Angie does not want to inherit his father’s tobacco business - instead wishing to head to Detroit to be a part of the automotive industry (the film is set in 1916, as the city was booming because of the auto industry).

“East Bound and Down”, music and lyrics by Jerry Reed and Dick Feller, Smokey and the Bandit (1977)

Performed by Jerry Reed

This is the theme song for this comedy, which also describes the plot somewhat. Smokey and the Bandit is about two truckers - “Bandit” (Burt Reynolds) and “Snowman” (Reed) - who have been offered $80,000 by a rich Texan to pick up 400 cases of Coors beer from Texarkana, Texas and return to Atlanta within twenty-eight hours. In 1977, Coors was only found in the Western U.S. and transporting it across Southern state lines was illegal (giving Coors a mystique in the Eastern U.S.).

“I Dug a Ditch”, music by Burton Lane, lyrics by Lew Brown and Ralph Freed, Thousands Cheer (1943)

Performed by the Kay Kyser Band, Kathryn Grayson, Georgia Carroll, Harry Babbitt, Sully Mason, M.A. Bogue, and chorus

NOTE: An entirely separate song, “Should I”, is integrated from 3:04-3:36.

Apologies for the text overlaying the video. The second half of Thousands Cheer is essentially an elaborate revue musical performance for American World War II troops in which the film’s initial pretense of attempting a story is entirely dropped. “I Dug a Ditch” is one of the songs appearing in the film’s second half.

“I Wish I Didn’t Love You So”, music and lyrics by Frank Loesser, The Perils of Pauline (1947)

Performed by Betty Hutton

Nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song

Based on the life of silent film actress Pearl White (played by Hutton), The Perils of Pauline sees Pearl become a star in silent serial films, garnering worldwide popularity. Complications with Pearl’s engagement and impending wedding/honeymoon with her partner force her to break the engagement and leave the film industry. Much later - far from Hollywood, feeling down - she auditions for a Paris nightclub with this song.

“(I’m Gonna) Love Me Again”, music by Elton John, lyrics by Bernie Taupin, Rocketman (2019)

Performed by Elton John and Taron Egerton

This is the first song played over the end credits of this biopic of Elton John. This is John and Taupin’s (John’s songwriting partner through the 1960s-1990s) first collaboration outside the Sherlock Gnomes series for this decade.

“The Joint Is Really Jumpin’ in Carnegie Hall”, music and lyrics by Roger Edens, Ralph Blane, and Hugh Martin, Thousands Cheer (1943)

Performed by Judy Garland and Jose Iturbi

The second half of Thousands Cheer - where this song is found - is essentially an elaborate revue musical performance for American World War II troops in which the film’s initial pretense of attempting a story is entirely dropped.

“Le Jazz Hot!”, music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Leslie Bricusse, Victor/Victoria (1982)

Performed by Julie Andrews

Victoria Grant (Andrews) is making her Parisian debut playing a man named “Victor” who is impersonating a woman. The scheme was hatched by her friend, Carroll “Toddy” Todd (Robert Preston) - both of them desperate for money, and Toddy is the only one who knows that “Victor” is Victoria. Preston, Lesley Ann Warren, James Garner, and John Rhys-Davies, and Alex Karras are present in this scene.

“The Next Right Thing”, music and lyrics by Robert Lopez and Kristen Anderson-Lopez, Frozen II (2019)

Performed by Kristen Bell

Anna (Bell) has seemingly lost her friends and her sister at what is the lowest point in the film. Uncertain what to do, she recalls a small piece of advice that leads her forward.

“The Place Where Lost Things Go”, music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Scott Wittman and Marc Shaiman, Mary Poppins Returns

(Initial performance) / (reprise)

Performed by Emily Blunt; reprise by Pixie Davies, Nathanael Saleh, and Joel Dawson

Nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song

This is a lullaby sung by Mary Poppins (Blunt) to the Banks children, who have lost their mother before the events of the film. The song was inspired by an idea from P.L. Travers’ Mary Poppins novels, in which Poppins takes Jane and Michael Banks (the aunt and father of the Banks children for this film, respectively) to the moon. There, they learn that the dark side of the moon is where things get lost. The song is referenced occasionally in the film’s score.

“The Shady Dame from Seville”, music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Leslie Bricusse, Victor/Victoria (1982)

(Initial performance) / (reprise to be watched at your own spoiler-y risk)*

Performed by Julie Andrews; reprise by Robert Preston

*watch at your own spoiler-y risk because it gives away the film’s comical musical ending

Victoria Grant (Andrews), after making her Parisian debut playing a man named “Victor” who is impersonating a woman, has become the hit vaudeville act of Paris. This is one of her signature performances. Preston’s reprise - which appears near the film’s conclusion - was done in one take, hence his sweaty and fatigued appearance at the end.

“Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”, music and lyrics by Stephen Stills, Woodstock (1970)

(an excerpt of how this song is framed in the film)

Performed by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Brief Spanish lyrics sung in counterpoint

Directed by Michael Wadleigh, Woodstock was the official documentary film for the eponymous August 1969 music festival. The festival organizers retained film distribution and music recording rights. “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes” refers to Stills’ thoughts towards his imminent breakup with folk singer Judy Collins. This song is composed in the form of a classical music suite (in layman’s terms, it sounds like an ordered collection of separate songs in one).

“Trường Tương Tư”, music and lyrics by Leon Le, Song Lang

Performed by Isaac and Liên Bỉnh Phát

Lyrics in Vietnamese

English translation and context are in the link.

“Woodstock”, music and lyrics by Joni Mitchell, Woodstock

Performed by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

This song appears in the end credits to Woodstock - the official documentary film for the eponymous August 1969 musical festival.

The winner is somewhere above. They will join a list that includes the following past winners:

2018: "Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing", Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing (1955)

2017: “Remember Me (Recuérdame)”, Coco (2017)

2016: "Stayin' Alive", Saturday Night Fever (1977)

2015: "Amhrán Na Farraige”, Song of the Sea (2014)

2014: "Rainbow Connection", The Muppet Movie (1979)

2013: “The Gold Diggers’ Song (We’re In the Money)”,Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933)

Go forth and listen! You may submit your responses in any way, as long as they come in before the deadline. I am free to answer any questions about anything you have about the process.

Happy listening, and have a happy holiday season as we conclude this decade (already?)!

TABULATION Like the preliminary... a respondent’s first choice receives 10 points, the second choice receives 9, the third choice receives 8, etc. HOWEVER, this points system is used only for tiebreaker purposes.

The winner is determined by a process called single transferable vote (the Academy Awards uses this method to choose a Best Picture winner, visually represented here - you should really watch this video if the below doesn't make sense... which it probably won't):

All #1 picks from all voters are tabulated. A song needs more than half of all aggregate votes to win (50% of all votes plus one... i.e. if there are thirty respondents, sixteen #1 votes are needed to win on the first count).

If there is no winner after the first count (as is most likely), the song(s) with the fewest #1 votes or points is/are eliminated. Placement will be determined by the tiebreakers described below. Then, we look at the ballots of those who voted for the last-placed song(s). Their votes then go to the highest-remaining and non-eliminated song on their ballot.

This process (in step #2) repeats until one song has secured 50% plus one of all votes. We keep eliminating nominees and transfer votes to the highest-ranked, non-eliminated song on each ballot. NOTE: It is possible after several rounds of counting that respondents who did not entirely fill in their ballots will have wasted their votes at the end of the process. For example, if a person voted the second-to-last place song as their #1, ranked no other songs, and the count has exceeded two rounds, their ballot is discarded (lowering the vote threshold needed to win), and they have no say in which song ultimately is the winner.

A song wins when it reaches more than fifty percent of all #1 and re-distributed votes.

Tiebreakers: 1) first song to receive 50% plus one of all #1 and transferred votes; 2) total points earned; 3) total #1 votes; 4) placement on my ballot; 5) placement on my sister’s ballot; 6) tie declared

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/// 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒 ///

Hello dear roleplayers.

For those who are curious, you may call me Imp.

I’ve been hit with a stroke of fate recently which pretty much drained me of my creativity. But I am slowly recovering… and I am looking for some distraction.


I am a lady in her twenties, with a strong penchant for roleplaying, writing, and drawing. The Holy Trinity if you will. I am a huge nerd and aesthetic lover boy - plain and simple. One of my main passions being video-games, illustrations, comics, live-action films, series and anime/cartoon shows, elements that shaped me during my years of growing up.


It’s been a while since I’ve posted my first ever ad on any website, and I was very much positively surprised by the amazing people that have reached out to me. I’ve been roleplaying for a few years now and gradually gathered a good amount of experience throughout the years, but it’s always fun to meet and learn something new.

I have a few original ideas that I’m very interested in trying out. The concept will be posted down below.




Name: Imp



Age: 27 years



Experience: 11 years



Preferences: 1:1 Roleplaying



Partner: Should be at least [18+], but I rather much prefer my counterpart to be 21 years or older

Timezone: Important to note! I am from Poland, so my timezone might differ from yours. 



EMAIL: impish.and.angelic@gmail.com

I am a very creative sort of individual with hundreds of ideas constantly running through my impish mind. And I am very spontaneous too, so I can always adjust to a new setting, depending on how good and compelling the concept is.

Inspirations come from various sources and origins, be it a fandom (an already existing universe) or an original storyline. 
 Please read through these paragraphs carefully before you decide to contact me! It’s important to avoid any misunderstanding later! And I would less likely respond to a message with the title ‘Hey, wanna rp?’, since I hadn’t had any good experiences with these said messages.  Thank you. 




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Communication: It’s certainly chill. You can talk to me about whatever occupies your mind since I am very open and always happy to listen to others. I also tend to be chatty, sharing a meme or a joke every now and to loosen up the mood. If you consider choosing me as your roleplaying partner, be sure to maintain a certain consistency. I have nothing against going on a longer break or even a hiatus, but the whole `ghosting stick´ is something I have no patience for. So if you’re unsure of upholding a stable, long term partnership, feel free to skim past this ad. 


 Plotting: Also very important to note! I am fairly quick when it comes to building new characters, concepts, premises, storylines, backstories, etc… This means there is certain flexibility available which allows me to adjust. Even though it is a hobby, I am still extremely passionate about good storytelling and interesting character arcs. I hope to meet someone who is just as enthusiastic and willing to put in the same amount of effort as I am. If it’s only me who’s pulling all the weight, I will lose interest fast, just to get it out there and I will have to end the correspondence. Had that recently and wasn’t a fan of it. Aside from that, I love going a little crazy with the possibilities and push things to their absolute limits. Of course within the boundaries of the given setting.


 Pairing & Romance: Okay, right off the bat, I am a hopeless romantic through and through. I enjoy good and strong chemistry between characters just as much as the next, and this will be no exception. I prefer the good ol’ MxF pairing because I have more experience with this. But I also like playing a FxF dynamic or MxM. Everyone is welcome! When it comes to pairing itself, I want to make sure our creations are compatible, for I hate forcing characters into a romantic relationship for the sake of progression. A natural flow is what I am aiming for. ;)


 Mature? Yes, very much so:  Adult and taboo topics are absolute. There’s no way around it because, if my world, it is a running theme. The adult world is not easy to handle, but it’s definitely interesting to explore. That includes violence, cursing, shocking content, and all that dark stuff. My limits are few, safe for a couple of minor pet peeves that I have, I am pretty much open to some experimentation. When it comes to action-heavy scenes (be it an intimate situation between two characters or something on a cataclysmic scale), I won’t fade to black since I am not a huge fan of censoring. However, I will not force or push my partner into something they are not comfortable with. If you want to know the extent to how far I am willing to go, what sort of content or how detailed my writing will be, you can ask me directly. As for smut or lemons, whatever you call it, it will never be the focus of any of my roleplays, but I enjoy a good erotic scene with a lot of tension (if they are good). 


Boundaries: Not a big fan of things like pedophilia, necrophilia, scat, bestiality, or those dreaded ‘futas’. 

Inspirations and interests: There’s a pretty broad spectrum of what I deem interesting and inspirational. From fallen angels and demon/monster hunters, mages, criminal masterminds, cybernetically enhanced characters to futuristic dystopian settings, ancient kingdoms who have fallen against the test of time. All of it causes my heart to skip a beat. For original content, I’ll just give a brief list of bullet points of the general themes that fall in line with my current interests. 


 Writing: My texts are lengthy, detailed, and elaborate. Third-person is usually my preferred way of playing my character unless there’s a special case where an exception can be made. Word count usually fluctuates, though I have a standard form of 400-500+ words per response. It also highly depends on the given situation. I don’t want to set anything in stone… just to give you a basic idea of what you’re in for. I also expect my partner to have an at least adequate, if not decent grasp on basic grammar and punctuation. 


 Doubling: Yes, absolutely! If you are prone to doubling, chances are I might accept you as my partner straight away! Although I have nothing against the simple form of roleplaying, doubling is something I’ve done since my first time joining. 


 Characters: Very character-driven with the main focus being on interaction. I take my time writing characters and love nothing more than well-structured sheets that illustrate the vision of their creator. (But!) There’s no need to write 10-20 pages worth of character information, but I wouldn’t want to limit you either. As for the depiction of the given character, I won’t be as presumptuous as to tell you what sort of medium you can and cannot use. Face claims such as photos of real models, illustrations, 3D models, drawings or descriptions are all okay. As long as it gets its point across, I am happy.


 Aversions: A few minor things that irritate me, or let’s say, aren’t really my style are one-liners, low effort responses and out of character behaviors in canon characters. We all have different takes on characters, which is totally fine by me since I basically do the same. Though if the character acts and behaves unlike their personality dictates, it will break the immersion. I hope to stay true to my own words when saying this. If it happens on my side, just let me know! Another pet peeve of mine is that one plot that has been done time and time again…. and I’ve grown quite jaded towards it, which is ‘supernaturals trying to fit into human society’ thing… I mean, I’m not opposed to borrowing from this idea, but for me, it grew old pretty fast. Speaking from experience.


 Il Passione: My wish is to find a partner whom I can have a good time with and develop some chemistry. After all it is a fun hobby. We both should have fun with what we’re writing. Brainstorming among other things is one of my favorite things to do. To see how things unfold and how the characters react to the given situation is the highlight of any story. °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ☥ ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ☥ ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° 




FANDOM: 

I love roleplaying fandoms just as much as I have a blast with building something original universes. Worldbuilding is my preferred cup of tea… but if we opt for something more fandom inspired, I highly welcome in on expanding on the given universe and add some original lore too! The one marked with a * will be the ones I am craving the most.

Hellsing*: Haven’t done that one before and I am curious as to how things play out, especially in such a dark and mystifying universe like Hellsing. There’s a lot of subject matter that we can delve into, plus I am a big fan of powerful vampire characters!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure*: I would love you for this. No, seriously, I would. This fandom has sucked me into a downward spiral and there’s no possible chance of escaping this inescapable void. The absolute insanity of this franchise had me hooked from the second I laid eyes on it and I would be forever ecstatic if you’d message me on behalf of roleplaying Jojo. I have plenty of ideas for this one, just you wait.

Full Metal Alchemist: One of my favorite mangas and animes ever made. Recently I’ve begun rewatching FMA Brotherhood and felt a small hint of nostalgia swelling inside my blackened heart. I’d be open to play it, though it is not one of my top cravings at the moment.

Justice League / Young Justice / Justice League Dark*: Huge DC fan, though I much prefer the animations and comics over the live-action cinematic. Let’s just say, I like the expansive and dynamic set of possibilities and deep, well-written cast. For instance Hellblazer Constantine or Raven.  

Bayonetta: Need I say more? Let’s dance boys!

APH Hetalia: That includes the 2P version ;)

The Boys: Well.. the 2nd season came out. And I am simply stoked.




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 My ideas for a plot are versatile in which I can give you if you ask for it (Usually the ones that aren’t listed here). It is however merely a suggestion for what we could write - not a mandatory thing. If you don’t like the idea, we can always figure stuff out and keep on home-brewing till we find something we both can enjoy. There’s no need to immediately end things if the first thing doesn’t really fire you up. The one marked with a * will be the ones I am craving the most.

I will cross the oceans of time just to find you*: So this is something that began to fascinate me more and more as time went on. Our characters existing in our current modern timeline are on the verge of a discovery that could shape the very foundation of history. After they accidentally stumble upon an artefact / edifice unrelated to any culture they’ve seen before, their presence unwittingly activates a mechanism that transports them not only to a different place, but an entirely different timeline. Upon awakening, they find themselves in a mysterious setting filled with archaic cultures, wildlife and mythological figures they believed only to be possible in fairytales. It is now up to them to navigate themselves in a time where uncertainty and superstition was rampant. Where their knowledge from the future could either prove themselves as an advantage or a fatal flaw. Every decision and word will count, forcing you to rethink and carefully plan out your actions. They also come to learn that some of these ancient myths were in fact true, and that monsters as well as godly beings did once exist. Following that trail, they will be faced with the truth as to how and why they were able to travel through time and space. But more importantly, it is where they will find their soulmates, and it isn’t where or when they think they’d be.

Supernatural*: From angels to demons, from gods to monsters, I’ve seen it all and I absolutely love it. There can be any sort of creature or being involved, ranging from vampires to sirens to elves, you have it. However, I’ve never done something quite relating to angelic beings and their offspring before. I’ve read up on Nephilim and angels and found it rather fascinating, and it’s a different approach from the usual vampire vs werewolf cliche. 


Crime and intrigue: I never stray too far from the supernatural path, but hell, there’s nothing better than some good old gritty mafia inspired stories with a complex cast of characters and a solid storyline.

Sci-fi and urban fantasy: So this could be basically anything from genetically engineered superhuman (superheroes / - villains) with a dark take on the human psyche, dismantling the idea of heroism and villainy. Or a world where mankind began their interstellar journey to colonize neighboring planets, galaxies before transcending their own humanity by merging themselves with deadly technology. I have a few plans for this…

Historical and mysterious setting*: So one of my favorite eras is the Victorian time period, 30s - 40s - 80s, Renaissance or Ancient times during the rise of the Egyptian / Roman / Sumerian Empire. During these times, a dark discovery was made by man, learning that they were not alone in this world. In fact, they weren’t even the supreme race that destined themselves to dominate the world, for another race of humanoids have lied dormant deep beneath the earth, slumbering through the millennia only to be re-awakened by a cataclysmic event. These ancient humanoids are gods among men, superior in every way imaginable, and they have made it their mission to reclaim their right to rule. But their nature is not what most people think it is…





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If you’re still here and haven’t fallen asleep reading through my loooong paragraphs, then I would like to thank you for bearing with me this far. I am looking forward to your messages. 




 Have a bright day!