#some things have changed but much has stayed the same

[reconstructwriter]

It does sound like the Jedi would have problems with both donations and investing, though not imao insurmountable problems:

Impartiality: The Jedi are supposed to be impartial – meaning they don’t take a side because they have a literal invested interest in a corporation or a generous doner (or marriage to a planet’s Senator) which doesn’t totally prevent donations or investing but puts some hard limits.

Morality: The Jedi are also supposed to be good guys in general and specifically modeled after Buddhist ideals of good (especially Japanese Buddhism). I think Legends also states “No acts for personal gain, wealth or power”. Again, doesn’t axe donations or investments but does induce more limiting factors.

Donations: Most likely a stipe-end voted on directly by the entire Senate. Anonymous donations capped at too small an amount for any rules lawyer to scream partiality are also doable. Corporations and planetary leaders could still do things like encourage all their workers/citizens to donate to the Jedi Order but at least it would be anonymous and require a certain rapport with one’s workers/citizens that petty and evil dictators are unlikely to have.

Investments gets trickier – the personal gain and wealth rules out individual retirement accounts but it would be more Jedi to go for a big communal fund. Straight stocks are right out as they compromise impartiality so the Jedi are stuck with mutual funds after vetting all the companies involved and Republic Bonds as doable investments that fall in line with their morality.

This limits the usefulness of Jedi Foresight in the stock market – though even the best predictors break about even with dollar cost averaging – bonds are bought for unshakeable APY and mutual funds are only somewhat less so. Unless there’s a huge market crash coming up where Jedi can buy when stocks are low and ethical companies could use the buyers to stay afloat, Foresight won’t let them change their fortunes much. The most ethical use would be using their Foresight to compile the weirdest Mutual Fund of all the uber-ethical companies who are in danger of collapsing unless we invest in them + Republic Bonds. Probably a portfolio with a 6-8% or so yearly return before taking inflation, brokerage fees and/or taxes into account.

Time will grow that. Time is probably the biggest factor in getting invested money to go quadratic and 20k years is a long ass time to enjoy even 6% return rates. However I suspect when the Sith kicked off the first Jedi genocide they also stole ten thousand plus years of investment and to put salt in the wound invested it themselves in all those immoral pro-slavery, war, poison, etc. corporations that love to kiss up to their investors. Which would explain where the Sith got so much money and why there’s so many abandoned Jedi Temples even after the Sith ‘extinction’.

The Sith definitely invest. All individually but along the same lines. They have no moral qualms in putting big bucks towards big returns when they Foresee an individual stock is low and then cashing out right as it peaks. This would result in a more chaotic evil stock market that probably has a ripple effect on the economy and the galaxy as bloated companies that deal in slavery, war, environmental damage and lots of suffering get increasingly larger influxes of wealth that abruptly pull out just as they’re about to fall off a metaphorical cliff.

But hey Sith don’t care. They get rich.

TLDR; Sith would play the investment game far better than Jedi while Jedi would play the donation game much better than Sith. IMAO if the Jedi did invest their main goal would be encouraging ethical and moral businesses/government to flourish while the Sith take advantage of volatile market swings and screw the galaxy.

this one goes out to the other like, two or so nonprofit/adjacent folks in the fandom, but: presuming the Jedi are a nonprofit and also like, accept donations, what the hell does their development department look like. do they have Jedi major gifts officers, or are all Jedi also part of the dev department. do they have Jedi stewardship plans. is there a section of the shadows who are like, Intel officers For Missions but also sometimes prospect research, like, today they're hunting down info for a raid on a Hutt slave trading outpost, tomorrow it's a gala brief for master Getshella Dosh before zie goes to the naboo summit dinner?

also, what does their acceptable gifts policy look like. how much did they have to fuckin scramble when war broke out and suddenly surprise you can't take donations from zxy planets, I know we're 2/3rds through a century long major gift pledge from Serreno but we have to kill that right fucking now.

[ransomwrite]

Parker X Reader X Chance Headcanons

Summary: What it's like to date a die and a board game at the same time.

A/N: WE NEED MORE PARKER X CHANCE X READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM SO GAY FOR THEM!!! Gender Neutral reader btw.

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- When you three got together, Parker didn't want to do anything until Chance finally let him roll for their relationship (it landed on love).

- Parker is very much touch-starved. He loves to bite whenever he can, he also jumpscares by wrapping his arms around you when you least expect it.

- Chance loves quality time with you. He didn't really care what you two were doing, he'd be glad to know more about you and stay by your side.

- The three of you hold a game night, playing G&G except for Fridays, that's the only time you let Parker host game night.

- Parker once dm-ed for a change, things escalated into chaos and every npc was either horny, bloodthirsty or a capitalist.

- Both will shower you with praises, but in different ways. Chance's compliments are genuine, they're short and sweet, meanwhile Parker is straightforward, chaotic and has no sense of shame when it comes to you.

- Since the two have their own hyperfixations, they will not hesitate to talk your ear off. Expect them to tell you some random fact that they remembered, maybe even at the same time.

- They don't really care about each other as muxh as they care about you. But if you leave them alone for five minutes, they start getting very intimate with each other.

- Both get flustered very easily, it only takes two genuine compliments and a kiss on the cheek to make them both melt like butter.

- When you're having a bad day, Chance will care for you while trying to pull Parker away since he'll only make unnecessary comments and challenge you to a game.

- When they have a bad day, they'll only want your attention on them. Cuddles, an ear to listen, and a few compliments can get them back on track.

[cheriecoke]

˚₊‧꒰ა WAKE UP CALL ! — bucky barnes

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎. following a spontaneous lead from valentina's assisstant, bucky calls you to let you know he’s driven halfway across the country and picked up a few strays.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈. written as f!reader in mind but can be gn!, phone call, thunderbolts era, established relationship, takes place right before the scene in the gas station, pet names, veryyy light angst, steve mentioned — 1.4k words

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. this is just a little practice fic i wrote post-thunderbolts! it's based loosely on my oc, who was in the og avengers, so there are references to that and her fighting/having powers. but feel free to imagine it however you want <3 can be read in the same timeline as this fic, but it's not necessary to read.

The phone rings once, twice, then a third time, before Bucky’s apologetic, softened voice runs down the line.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he starts off gentle, before his words are coming out in one barely coherent string, like he can’t get them out fast enough. “First of all, I’m sorry. I should’ve — I should’ve told you I was leaving. It wasn’t — Well, I was gonna stay out of it, but the whole thing with Valentina…” Bucky trails off. His voice grows quieter, like there's someone else in the room with him, before he picks back up again.

For a few seconds more, he babbles, almost like he’s afraid to let you speak. He sounds slightly flustered, and more than exhausted — but that’s evident only to you, who has known him so well, for so long. 

Then, he concludes his little speech, less than eloquently. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I should’ve called earlier. I’m sorry.” 

You pause, letting your spoon rest against the side of your coffee mug, trying to make sense of all the words he's just said. The coffee swirls inside the cup, shading a lighter color of brown, before it settles, stilling completely.

Outside, the sun is already beginning to beat hot on the concrete, though it’s not even noon. Which tells you that sometime between the gala last night and the crack of dawn, Bucky had already gotten himself into some sort of trouble. 

“It’s nine, Bucky,” you say, taking a long sip of your coffee. You’d only just brewed it, but you’d used enough creamer to cool it to a drinkable temperature. “I wouldn’t have answered had you called any earlier.” 

He exhales on the end of the line, and says nothing. You can’t tell if he’s relieved or not. 

“When's the last time you slept?” 

“Doesn't matter. I'm fine," Bucky says. You can hear him shifting, his jacket rustling as he brushes up against something. He changes the subject quickly, going back to the matter of calling, which is more than enough to have you worrying. “Listen, I meant to call last night when I got back, but they gave me all these packets to read and—”

“Bucky,” you cut him off, before he can launch into another disgruntled tirade about all the paperwork he hates reading. “What’s going on?” 

This time, the pause on the other line lasts a few moments longer. 

While Bucky never lies to you about anything, he struggles, sometimes, when it comes to communicating. Occasionally, he omits the truth, or says nothing at all, because he wants to keep you safe, and he knows you’ll drag yourself into the danger with him. 

Despite all the years you've been together, Bucky still can't quite fathom that someone would put themselves in the crossfire because of him. He always accused Steve of having something to prove, and he thinks the same of you, when the truth is, you both just love—loved—him enough to put your lives on the line. 

Bucky hesitates on the other end before answering, his voice hushed, growing quieter again. “I don’t know everything, yet.”

You close your eyes, lean your head against the wall. For all the shit he gave Steve for jumping head-first into things, Bucky’s never been much better, in your opinion. “Bucky—”

He doesn’t let you interject, insistent on regurgitating all his words before you can chew him out. “Remember Valentina’s assistant I was telling you about?”

You wrinkle your eyebrows together. “Yeah. Did she actually give you something?”

Bucky exhales as you take a seat on the couch, curling your legs up into your chest. It’s been over a week since he’s been back home, and you miss him already, even if you’re used to being apart. 

He explains, briefly, about the people involved in Valentina’s dirty work, ones he can use in the trial against her. You’ve heard of them all, infamous in your line of work, including John Walker, who you’ve had the displeasure of meeting before. 

Bucky’s story is finished up quickly, a messy wrapping, tied up in nothing more than a knot. You can’t tell if he’s leaving out details, or if he really just doesn’t know them all. 

You purse your lips, pulling at a loose thread in your sweater. “You should’ve taken me with you,” you say, before falling back into the couch, your eyes glued to a spot on the ceiling, where the paint looks off. The longer you gaze at it, the more it starts to look like a discoloration, one you’re not certain is real. Maybe your imagination is just desperate for something to fixate on. “I could’ve helped.” 

Bucky’s smooth, silky tone soothes the aches in your heart and mind. “It was nothing.” He sounds louder, then, as if his mouth is leaning closer to the microphone. “Besides, you told me you wanted to stay out of all this.”

A frown takes over your features. You had said that; it was the entire reason you hadn’t moved to D.C. along with him, and sometimes, you wonder if he thinks you hate him for working in Congress. “It’s still your career. I don’t want to be completely uninvolved.”

“I know."

You’re grateful for the sincerity in his voice. You’re not a fan of most politicians, but you hope he knows that you'll support him, love him, no matter what.

“If I really needed your help, I would’ve called.” He laughs, then, a small sound. “I just didn’t. This time.”

You can picture his small smile on the other end, can envision the lines forming tighter around his eyes. In the near decade since he’s regained his memories, he’s only aged a couple years. Oftentimes, you wonder if you’ll ever catch up to him, if one day, you’ll look older than the man who has lived through more than a century. 

It’s a strange thing to think about. 

“Will you be home soon?” you ask, softly, surprised by how vulnerable your voice sounds. 

The house feels colder without him there, empty. It had been your choice to stay in New York, but sometimes, you wish you would’ve just moved with him.

There is evidence of your life all around — books you love, pictures of friends you still have, and those that are gone. Your favorite restaurants are still just a walk away, memories of your existence on every avenue. 

It’s home — it just feels less like one without Bucky Barnes in it. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe sooner than expected. I don’t think they’ll want to keep me in Congress for much longer, now.” Bucky goes for humor, but you don’t laugh, and neither does he. “Are you okay?”

Things haven’t been bad, lately, but you’re tired. It’s been one thing after another after another, after another, for years. 

The world just won’t let either of you rest.

“I just miss you.” Too much emotion seeps into your voice, and there’s a cloud settling over your heart that makes you want to cry into the phone.

You don’t, though. It would just make him feel bad, and make you feel worse, and you’re more than old enough to handle being alone for another week, even if you don’t want to.  

Still, he sounds even more apologetic on the other end. “I miss you too. So much.” There’s a sound behind him — it’s faint, but it sounds like a groan. One of the hostages is waking up, it seems. “I have to go, sweetheart — I’m sorry.” 

He’ll never stop apologizing, even if these things are out of his control. Sometimes, you feel selfish for wanting so much of his time when he has the heart and the strength to save the world. 

“It’s okay,” you say, even if the words sound a little dull to your ears. “Promise me you’ll call when you get the chance?” 

“I promise. I love you.” 

The words make you smile. It is, perhaps, the first genuine one you’ve had since he answered the phone. You lean your head back in the cushion, settling into it, before repeating the words back to him. 

The line goes dead. 

thank you so much for reading! please consider leaving a or reblog if you enjoyed ❤︎ black divider by k1ssyoursister

[nothing-leave-me-alone]

I see so much of Seeker culture barely anything for others so here's a mixed bag of headcanons for cybertronian cultures

Bots naturally born in Crystal city or praxus to have either an iridescent or pearlescent finish to their paint. Either through parents code or from hot spots. It helps them blend with the crystal flora of their city. It's hard, nearly impossible to cover it. Prowl looks like a cop lost a bet with his 5yr old daughter so his alt is SHIMERRYYYY

Wing speak for grounders is VASTLY diferent than fliers. It's more jerky and harsh. slamming against their backs, rolling the windows up and down or the sound of the handle or lock. Imagine the acoustic diference of singing german to Spanish.

Door wings have very little sensors in contrast to seekers. Grabbing them has less cultural meaning to them. It's even a popular way to have your kid hold on.

Shuttles don't have wing speak, sadly it was lost to time. But they are masters of bio light and em field reading. It's helpful for a frame type that spends so much time so far from eachother to be able to communicate at a distance.

Shuttle sparklings almost never use their magnets. Shuttle flights are usually too harsh as they leave the atmosphere so they usually stay inside their creators compartment

Many people see praxus and vos as sister cities despite the wide diferences. It's recorded that door wings and seeker wings developed around the same time and place and the seekers floating city simply drifted away, but many things remain.

Bots are infact born medics naturally but this just means they have extra sensors in their optics and hands and extra repair databanks. Any bit can become a medic through frame alteration and study. the council discourages this.

Medics are stereotyped as caregivers but not partners. Social norm paints them as those who help at the hot spots but don't get to raise a family of their own. They are thought to be married to their job by primus's will

'miner' frames are actually just a sub type of grounder war frame, made to survive the many tunnels and caves of cybertron. They developed thicker plates and underground sensors, they usually have poor optic sight. It was simply convenient to reliable them as workers once there wasn't a nerd for more soldiers.

There are very few aquatic bots in cybertron as the planet has very little in terms of "sea" it has a few, deep cold patches of coolant that keep primus frame cold. Most aquatic alts are feral or cold constructed

The rust sea is a vast dessert of uncharted territory. The bots here are nearly 80% feral, there's rumors that some harsher sub categories of the standards live deep in the sands due to wild hot spots adapting.

Transport frames are trucks, trains, busses, cargo ships and planes. The diference is their size class.

When optimus was Orion he was a light weight class transport frame, he became a heavy weight as optimus. had to learn the etiquette for honking his now louder horn and to control his smoke output

Two wheelers are often looked down apoun as weak and as a snobby alt.

Speedster frames like blurr and Mirage and knockout originate from velocitron. The city has very harsh beauty standards. Even one kilo more makes you overweight, being slow is a social blunder. (ozempoc knockout from the comics haunts me FUCK YOU MEAN BLURR IS FAT?! "

I'll give it to bayverse... I love how their cybertronian sounds. Cybertronian accents don't sound melodic to humans, it makes the alredy foreign sounds of cybertronian sound even more like machinery, seeker ant is a lot of engine whistles, tones, and fans.

If optimus spoke with his accent from when he was Orion his cybertronian would sound like granite being driven over slowly. Megatron thinks its lovely.

When starscream speaks seekercant his voice dosent change it's scratching but it somehow sounds right now. Like how people sound off until they speak their language. Megatron hates to admit it sounds lovely

Kaon is the Gotham of cybertron. At least rent is low. Or zero is you are owned.

Train alts speak similarly to shuttles and both types consider the other their land/sky cousins.

[joshujihan23]

Hello!! May I request Woozi, having a girlfriend she is still in college while he’s an idol producing everyone knew her from who se is and wh she’s with, she starting getting bully from her college, getting hate by people randomly for first time, she went to woozi’s studio but there where reporters outside so she went in fast and scared and panicked when she got to Woozi she was crying, and he hug her but then she got a panicked attack and then Woozi wanted to to take a break to help her get better and stuff like that. I think this is too much and am sorry for this being so much but I feel like you will write the best plot or stuff with this!!! Love your writing and hope you don’t pressure yoursel!!

Believe In Me

☆ pairing: woozi x 14th member!reader

☆ genre: angst, tons of angst, tons of tons of angst

☆ trigger warning: verbal insults, ONE curse word

☆ word count: 3.3k

☆ synopsis: as the 14th member, you are always criticised for being the only woman in the group. however, one misunderstanding has brought your reputation to a standstill, affecting the relationship between you and jihoon..

author’s note: thank you for this request<3 i changed the storyline for some parts, hope you still like it!

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it has been years since you debut. after gruelling hours of practicing, and endless nights trying to convince your parents that you were made to follow your dream as an idol, your parents reluctantly agree, but on one condition.

you had to complete your studies. and you could do whatever you want if you did so.

your yearn to achieve your dreams as a superstar was strong enough, and to just complete university? easy enough.

spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

pledis scheduling you to debut with 13 other guys was far-fetched. being the only woman, you were afraid of the remarks of the public. however, you knew the guys well, well maybe because you have been training with them since you were 14.

it was all normal, especially because you were the same age as chan, so you could rely on him whenever you could. the both of you went to the same high school, woke up early together, and spent hours trying to cram for exams. he was your other half.

not forgetting the other members, because of them, idol life seems to be an exciting one.

vocal sessions with seokmin and seungkwan were a blast, belting out the high notes of your favourite songs and them adding random ad-libs.

practicing choreography with hoshi and minghao (even though minghao sat the side from exhaustion most of the time), your passion out of the roof.

random bilingual conversations with joshua, vernon and jun, which none of you understood each other.

coffee dates with mingyu and wonwoo (or you third-wheeling them)

and midnight talks with jeonghan and seungcheol, one that you truly need after a long day of work.

saving the best for the last, jihoon, the one whom you’d always staying hours in the production room, just to watch him brew a new piece of music within hours at hand.

it wasn’t a surprise if you said you were staying over at his studio for the night, all the members were used to it.

you greatly appreciated it, especially because you adored those moments between the both of you: late night dinners, where you would always force him to eat, sitting beside him while he teaches you the technical details about composing (which you didn’t understand) and one to one talks when things have gotten too heavy.

jihoon was a pillar of strength to you. you have always seen him as the most reliable figure in your group. and that admiration had turn into adoration, where you began noticing the little things about him:

how his eyes always stared at the ceiling when he was trying to come up with new ideas, or how he would always put you to sleep despite his busyness.

and true enough, he felt the same way, causing your relationship to turn from late night buddies to a lovey-dovey couple, one which people didn’t expect.

because a few years after you debut, in your second year of university, it was announced by the company that you and jihoon were in a relationship. fans were not surprised, knowing how close the both of you were, and how both of you enjoyed each others’ presence.

but to non-carats? that piece of news blew the internet up within seconds.

even though you have been in the group for quite some time, the public still had some mixed reactions. which includes your schoolmates in your university.

you had amazing friends. friends who supported you through your idol journey, updating you on lectures, or giving you a heads-up on an upcoming project.

on the other hand, there were some people who can’t seem to comprehend the fact that you were in a relationship with THE woozi from seventeen.

until one day, you were on the way to the campus, when you noticed news spreading on social media, about some carats posting photos of you and jihoon at a cafe, talking and laughing with one another while waiting for the drinks.

you remembered that day vividly. it was dance practice for the comeback. the members gathered to play a round of hongsam, and the first 2 to be out of the game would need to buy coffee for the staff and the members.

but some of the comments twisted the story, mentioning how a few days ago, you were seen with another man, who was wearing a navy hoodie, and a person that doesn’t resemble any of the members.

those comments blew up, and eye-witnesses came to flood your feed with many photos, with an aggregating number of remarks.

‘isn’t she dating jihoon, and she’s outright cheating on him with another man??’

‘poor jihoon. he made her entire career successful, and now she’s stabbing him in the back, he deserves better!’

‘y/n is a traitor! just leave the group, she didn’t deserve to be part of them anyway.’

those comments hit your like the tides of the waves, the weight of their words crashing down one by one.

you continued scrolling, until you saw the trending hashtags:

top in trending:

#SVTIS13

#LEAVEY/N

#SVTDESERVESBETTER

you didn’t know what to do. you were already on the way to campus, there were definitely people that would talk about this. until you saw a notification appear on the top of your screen.

hoon🤍: i know you’re reading them, and i suggest you to stop. when you’re done with classes. come to the studio.

his message, stoic and cold, stung right at your heart. you patted your chest, trying to reassure yourself that he knows the truth, and that you, in fact, would never cheat on him.

you would never risk your image like that.

you would not risk your career with SEVENTEEN like that.

and most importantly, you would never risk your relationship with jihoon like that.

and before you know it, the moment you stepped into the building, you could hear murmuring from the people around you. pointing fingers, giving disgusted faces, and laughing mockingly at you.

the moment your eyes landed on your friends, they immediately walked up to you, surrounding you while trying to bring you into the lecture hall.

“are you alright, y/n? have you eaten?” yoonji asked, a hint of worry lingering in her tone

“don’t think about it, don’t listen to them. you know the truth and you would not have done that.” jiyeon whispered, patting your back gently.

“i’d never cheat on him, i love him too much to cheat.” you mumbled, your voice firm, but your throat continued to tighten. your head hung low, your hands clasped against the cold wood of the table in the lecture hall.

“you should get to the studio right after this class. i’m sure you need some time with him, right?” haesol suggested, her smile reassuring, like always.

you nodded, your mind beginning to flood with the image of jihoon, probably disappointed, or maybe disapproving.

would he believe those rumors?

no he wouldn’t. he trusts me, right?

the lecture hall began to flood with students, some of them turning to your direction and whisper amongst themselves, letting out giggles and disgusted looks.

you tried, you tried your hardest to ignore them, and focus on the lecture instead.

their words shouldn’t get to you. it’s just a rumor.

during the lecture, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag. confused, you took it out, to see a message from chan.

twinstar⭐️: y/n-ah, not to scare you, but during practice today, the members were talking about what happen. you know already, right? but jihoon hyung has been quiet. he didn’t talk much. just.. observing. i thought i should let you know first, because vernon hyung and i are worried.

you sighed. the worry in you escalating. you quickly typed a respond back, your fingers shaking slightly from fear.

you: i’ll be there. my lecture is ending shortly.

at that moment, your lecturer concluded the lesson, and left the hall. that led to the rest of the students to start packing up, talking and laughing while walking out.

you packed your things swiftly, waving your friends goodbye before practically sprinting out of the hall.

on your way to the exit, you heard even more whispers. this time, they were louder, almost as if they were trying to force you to hear them.

until one of them shouted.

“hey! isn’t that the cheater? where is she running off to, her side kick?”

and that sent the people around in a series of loud laughter, mockingly and filled with bad intentions.

you couldn’t take it anymore. it felt more humiliating that it should, given the fact that you were so well-known. you rummaged through your bag, digging out a cap that you stole from hoshi, before flagging a cab to the HYBE building.

you were texting chan, trying to get any possible updates; about the company’s reactions, to the situation between the members, and especially how jihoon was acting. and when you looked up, you saw the crowd.

photographers, reporters, fans, or just people passing by, trying to catch a glimpse of you.

you told the driver to stop at the side, so that you could rush over without the people swarming the cab like a bunch of bees. but when you stepped out, everyone came rushing over, hovering over you to get a glimpse of you, and with some underlying motives.

“is it true that you are in another relationship except for woozi?”

“who is that male? and how is he related to you?”

“unnie, why would you do this to him.”

“woozi deserves better!”

you shifted the cap to cover your face more, your breath getting more staggered. you clenched onto the sleeve of your jacket, trying to catch your breath while focusing on what’s in front of you. there were cameras shoved in your face, light flashing from all the clicking, and people screaming into your ear.

the more you tried to move, the more people began to dig into your skin.

“leave the group, y/n!”

“you b!tch, how could you do this??”

you couldn’t take it anymore. you didn’t even realise that tear streaks started to form on your cheeks. your mind was clouded, with so many thoughts, and was just so overwhelmed by what was going on around you.

you shoved yourself through the crowd, the voices around you beginning to muffle as you clenched your fists tighter. and before you knew it, you felt someone tug on your arm firmly, pulling you into the building.

you yelped in surprise, thinking that it was another reporter, but when you looked up, the familiarity began to fall into its place.

mingyu.

“shit.” he mumbled under his breath, pulling you into his arms and escorted you further into the building. you felt something hover over you, almost as if to cover you. you glanced to the side, to see dokyeom following beside, with a concerned look on his face.

you heard the security screaming outside, telling everyone to disperse and leave the building.

mingyu’s arm still stayed around you, while dokyeom just stayed behind, making sure no fans or reporters could reach any of you.

but you heard another familiar voice, whispering, as if he was talking to someone.

“it’s bad… panic… taking her… there…” and you couldn’t hear anymore of it.

mingyu leaned his head closer to your ear, talking to you in the most gentle way.

“would you like us to take you to woozi hyung’s studio? i’m sure you don’t want to be swarmed by the members, right?”

you nodded, your fists tightening further as you did so.

“hoshi hyung, woozi hyung’s studio.” mingyu said, turning around to face the guy, who was on the phone at the time.

“coups hyung just called. the security are dealing with the crowd, and the company are going to release a statement soon.” hoshi replied.

mingyu nodded, tapping the key code to enter the next part of the building, one which screams familiarity.

on the third door along the hallway, purple lights peaked out of the creaks of the door — your favourite colour. and your ost, one that you sang for a drama that was recently released, can be heard from where you’re standing.

standing at the front of the door, hoshi knocked on the door. the music stopped abruptly, paused at the climax, where you have belted out your high note, which jihoon absolutely adored. the wheels of the chair began to roll, as footsteps started to approach. dokyeom patted your back, giving you a reassuring rub, making sure that you were fine.

your heart thumped. you didn’t know what to expect. you were bracing yourself, hoping that seeing jihoon’s stern expression wouldn’t break you down immediately. rubbing your hands together, you tried to catch your breath, still trying to recover from the effects of the moment.

the door creaked open, the purple LED light spilling out of the room. a man, familiar yet distant, stood before you. your breath hitched, the tensions of the atmosphere heightening. you fixed the cap, facing it lower so you couldn’t look at him at the eye.

jihoon stared for a moment, exchanging glances with the 3 men around you, before mouthing a ‘thank you’.

mingyu let go of you, dokyeom patted your head gently, while hoshi whispered “whatever happens, we’re here for you.” into your ear before moving away.

jihoon opened the door slightly wider, welcoming you to enter, but you stood there, still hesitant, almost afraid that you would cross any boundaries if you did so.

he let out a sigh. he wasn’t usually a guy filled with expression, and isn’t keen on expressing acts of love with people around him. but this time, he took your arm, so gently that it felt like if he wasn’t careful, you would break. he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss on your head, whispering, “don’t be scared, we’ll talk when you’re ready.”

that triggered you to take a step forward, scared but determined. you entered the room, while jihoon nodded the rest goodbye, giving them the signal to leave.

the studio, the one that you used to call your comfort place, was feeling so distant, so cold, and something with a lingering sense of discomfort.

closing the door behind you, he guided you over to his table. the screens were black, none of them option, except for one, showing your ost, the one which he paused.

he sat you down on the couch beside him, his hand never leaving yours.

that couch, the one where you slept on when he worked wee hours, and the one where you and him talked and laughed about anything in the world.

but now, it was anything but comfort.

sensing your discomfort, he pulled you by your waist, inching closer to him. you were surprised. he rarely initiated any forms of love, but today was different.

that was when you felt his arms wrap around you, hugging you tightly, like he was protecting you from the vast world.

you stayed there, surprised, but immediately crumbled under his touch. the tears you have been holding onto started to fall uncontrollably, as you let out sob after sob. you buried your head into his shoulders, trying to stifle the cries.

the both of you stayed there for a few moments, jihoon remained silent, like he was trying to comprehend the fact that you were crying in his arms.

something that you did rarely, even to him.

to him, you are the strongest figure that he has ever seen. so firm in your decisions, so quick to pick up something new, and the first person that people go to when they need people to talk to.

you are so admirable to him.

and the fact that not everyone sees it breaks his heart.

he could feel every single emotion of yours, like his heart was connected with yours.

or maybe it was.

he inhaled a sharp breath, whispering gently into your ear:

“that ost you sang. ‘strength’. you expressed the complicated emotions that a woman live with. writing that song, i was so conflicted. i wasn’t clear about what a woman was facing, but when i see you. how you live like it’s your last day, how you bottle your emotions, caring too much about everyone, you are the inspiration to my music. you are my star, y/n. i don’t know how to explain this feeling, but i trust you. i know you would never do such thing, and it hurts to see the media hate on you like that.”

he was silent for a moment, seeming like he was trying to process his inner thoughts. he pulled apart from you, holding your hand as if he was afraid to let go. he stared into your eyes, the eyes he wished he never had to see tears covering.

you were just so precious to him.

“i know you better than anyone, you know that right? although dino may be my competitor, you are the only reason i continue to smile, the reason why i continue to do what i love today.”

you just stared at him, his words hitting harder than it should. although the members had always supported you, and had been your constant cheerleaders since the beginning, hearing it from jihoon always pulls heartstrings that you could never find.

“i just wanted to live my life. you know i would never cheat on you, right? i-i just wanted to have some sibling time with my brother, but people always twist stories to make me look like a bad person. i’m not, i’ll never do that to you, you know that right?”

“i know that, i know that too well god it hurts. it hurts to see you so broken, and so afraid of the world because the universe is against you. i’ll help you through it. i swear by it. do you believe in me, love?”

and that broke you. he usually calls you by your name, and never by a nickname. you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“always, i have always believed in you, no matter what.”

you could feel a smile forming on your forehead, his lips pressing against your temple now, placing a gentle kiss on it. he began landing a kiss each of your facial features.

“i’ll protect you.” a kiss on your left eye, kissing the tear away.

“i’ll help you get through this.” a kiss on your cheek, a place where he always does it to ‘play safe’.

“i trust you so much,” a kiss on the tip of your nose, the place where he would always wipe when you get a dot of ice cream right there.

“i love you.” he mumbled, before gently placing a soft kiss on your lips, almost like he was trying to memorise your movements, how you react, and how you would return it right back.

the moment lasted for some time, letting the both of you savour each other.

pulling away, he gave you a soft smile, leaning his forehead against yours, his gaze still glued onto yours.

“we’ll clear the rumours, we will always stand by you.” he whispered against, like a promise he would never break.

you placed your hand on his arm, finally smiling after a long day of distress.

“i love you hoonie, so much.” you said, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

“i love you too.” he responded, his arm circling around your waist.

the rumours may still be spiralling across the internet.

but right now, that was not any of your concern.

as long as you have him, the world would stop spiralling anyway.

[anim-ttrpgs]

As has been stated multiple times on this blog, team members are assigned where their skills are needed.

“Focusing on one game at a time” would not do anything to expedite the final touches on Eureka, because the team member who has moved on to writing things like Silk & Dagger and Death Bed has already done his job on Eureka, which is to write it. The main things being done on the Eureka rulebook right now are editing and visual art, which are not headed by the same team member.

More recently, the lead writer has been called back to Eureka to handle a few rules changes, and to review and provide feedback on some of the fan made adventure modules from the game jam. This is why it is taking the Death Bed alpha so long to come out, which is actually really hurting us.

It is actually because of releasing things like the Silk & Dagger alpha that we have been able to consistently stay afloat, and we could really use the sales boost of releasing the Death Bed alpha, but it just isn’t ready yet. This is also what’s forcing us to create small Eureka expansions like The Fanservice Files, The XXX-Files, and 800 Years or Progress. More eyes on Eureka and more sales coming in in general would free that team member up from having to work on as many short-term mini-projects and allow him to finish the Death Bed alpha, make progress on Silk & Dagger, and even make more progress where needed on Eureka.

If you want Eureka to be finished faster, talk about us more and buy our stuff so that we can work more efficiently without having to worry as much about financial stability.

[redheadsramblings]

Ship Sleep Dynamics

I was tagged by the lovely @aetherflowers for this 🥰

I need more screenshots of the two of them. All the ones I have, someone has their eyes closed or is pulling a weird face 🤣

So I have to keep reusing the few good ones 😅

💚Emmrich Volkarin 💀 Rowan "Rook" Ingellvar💜

How often do they sleep together?

Once the relationship is a go every night, but not in a sexual sense as Rowan is not ready (also I haven't quite decided if their first time is the coffin or not) and he would never ever think of rushing her. Emmrich is horrified when he sees Rowan's sleeping situation at the Lighthouse. And will not hear of leaving his darling to sleep in a cold, damp room on that abominable sofa with nary a pillow or blanket that isn't her pack and cloak (his exact words).

It starts with them just in the same bed, he being a gentleman offers to go sleep elsewhere, but Rowan asks him to stay. So he puts a bolster pillow down the centre of the bed so she feels safe and as a barrier. Which lasts all of her first nightmare. He knew she sleepwalked because of bad dreams, what he didn't know was how it all started before she started walking. Lots of whimpering, talking in her sleep (he didn't know his heart could break over such innocuous phrases like No, Don't, or It hurts) so how can he not hold her and try to soothe her and the rest is history (OK the rest is kind of written but not really, and I want to keep some things a mystery for later fic chapters)

Where do they sleep?

Once the relationship is a go they're both in Emmrich's bed in his room at the Lighthouse (I am an Emmrich has a secret bedroom behind a bookcase truther) and again in Emmrich's bed in his flat/house in Nevarra once they go home. Before, Rowan didn't have a bed either in the Lighthouse or Nevarra. She barely had a room in the Necropolis before she had to leave after the War of the Banners.

How do they prepare to sleep?

Emmrich I see as have a very structured routine. A bath followed by applying his various lotions and potions to his hair and skin, I'm not saying the man has the Thedas equivalent to a Korean skincare regime, but I'm also not not saying it. Puts oh his fancy pyjamas (he strikes me as a silk pjs kind of man) then a calming cup of tea before brushing his teeth, getting his clothes ready for the next day, putting the ones from that day in the laundry basket. Then finally gets in to bed to read for a while before going to sleep.

Rowan in comparison is a lot simpler, not because she doesn't want to, but because she couldn't afford the lotions etc and never had the time or space. A wash if she can, then braids her hair, puts on her old worn shift and heavily darned socks (she's always cold), brushes her teeth, and then crashes out on the nearest flat surface. If she even bothers going to bed in the first place. She, Lucanis and Neve are giving each other a run for the worst insomniac in the Veilguard. Bellara is disqualified because she actually falls asleep while she's working.

Once they're sharing a bed, suddenly Rowan has a multitude of lotions, potions, and oils that Emmrich gifts her. She also has beautiful nightwear and warm slippers, stockings, and wraps to wear if she gets cold. Her old shift may have "accidentally" got burnt after a mysterious, very localised fire.

What do they wear to sleep?

Emmrich is an absolute silk pyjamas man and nothing will make me change my mind. In sumptuous jewel colours and no doubt embroidered with gold wherever it won't be itchy.

Rowan had a simple linen shift that is very old, faded, much mended and while it used to be black it is now a dingy grey shapeless thing that she has slept in for years. It's also the shift she wears under her "formal" dress when needed, or is her other dress that she wears when she's not on an expedition or patrol. It's ugly, shapeless, but it's all she has.

After Emmrich sees it, he makes it his mission to a) make sure she has beautiful things to sleep in and b) remove that shift from existence entirely. It's not that he doesn't think she's beautiful in it, she is stunning in his eyes no matter what she wears or looks like. It's the sheer magnitude of neglect and a life bare of anything like kindness or affection, it encompasses.

Do they cuddle?

Yes. Rowan is always cold and Emmrich is warm, so she always ends up draped over him and snuggled in, no matter her intention when she goes to sleep. Add in her nightmares and Emmrich noting that if he holds her, they are less frequent, then he sees no reason why they should deny themselves the pleasure of sleeping in each other's arms.

What are their preferred sleep positions?

Emmrich is a side sleeper preferably and Rowan is a curl up as small as I can to keep warm and maybe no one will find me if I'm small sleeper by necessity/upbringing to start. Once they're in the sharing a bed stage, then Emmrich is still a side sleeper with Rowan cuddled to his chest with her legs draped over his hips and her arm over her chest.

They do also often end up with Emmrich on his back and Rowan draped over his chest more often than not. She's unconsciously trying to get as much of her on his warmth, and even in his sleep he could never refuse her anything.

How easy do they fall asleep?

Emmrich falls asleep relatively easily, as long as he's not deep in his research or too deep in his own head.

Rowan just doesn't sleep unless she is just about ready to pass out, and even then it depends on how much caffeine she can get in her system before she crashes. Until she's sharing a bed with Emmrich. It's the first time she feels absolutely safe and secure, add in how warm she is, and she's out like a light.

It's not always effective as she's very good at ignoring her body's needs, but Emmrich knows if he can get her horizontal and next to him, then she'll sleep. That's the easy part. Catching her and getting her to listen is the hard part.

Do they toss and turn a lot?

Emmrich no unless he's in his own head.

Rowan to start, yes. She has nightmares, or a Dread Wolf in her head, or just bad headspace. Again, it gets better once they're sharing.

Do they snore?

Emmrich has been known to on occasion snore, but it's not all the time. And it's more gentle wuffles than full on snoring.

Rowan doesn't.

Who hogs the blanket?

Emmrich. Mostly only at the start and because he's used to having blankets to hog. Rowan doesn't fight for herself, even in her sleep. But as they're usually cuddles together, the blanket hogging quickly becomes a non entity.

What do they dream about?

Emmrich has mostly innocuous dreams, lots of whimsy and fade walking. He does have nightmares occasionally of losing his parents, losing Manfred after Blackthorn and after Tearstone losing Rowan and his fear of death.

Rowan has nightmares more than dreams. It's part of why she doesn't like to sleep. Not going to go into her nightmare subjects because a) Spoilers and b) dark subject maters.

How easily do they wake up?

Emmrich wakes up easily, but he typically sleeps deeply, so he doesn't wake up to every noise or movement once he's asleep.

Rowan sleeps like a 9-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory. She sleeps poorly if she even sleeps at all and every little noise or movement wakes her. It's from all her years of solo expeditions deep in the Necropolis, where sleeping too deeply was the fastest way to die quickly.

Once they're sharing a bed, she sleeps a bit better because she feels safe, but she still wakes up at the drop of a pin.

How awake they are afterwards?

Emmrich is fairly awake and chipper after waking, even if he had a late night.

Rowan is wide awake as soon as she opens her eyes and is usually on the move before then. She's not happy about it, but her survival hinged on it for too many years to easily unlearn it.

She gets more relaxed as they continue to share a bed and feel safe to grumble and take her time as she wakes up. But it's rare.

OK, this was so much fun, so I need to more people to do it so I can read about your ships and their sleep habits ��

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[babybluebanshee]

whatever happened to ribbit was because of jax and ragatha low key blames him

I think there’s a reason we don’t know anything about Jax’s life before the circus and why he won’t tell anyone - he was embarrassed by it. My headcanon is that everyone’s avatar is some representation of their faults and neurosis in the real world - Pomni is a jester because she felt like her life lacked excitement and fun, Ragatha is a doll because she’s not used to having her own agency or voice, Zooble is walking body dysmorphia, etc. As for Jax, yes, rabbits are considered tricksters and cute pets, but they can also be irritating pests, and in some places, they’re an invasive species. They destroy gardens and surrounding flora, they compete with native wildlife for resources, carry diseases, breed at a crazy rate, and being prey animals using most of their energy to stay alive, they can be pretty mean when they’re threatened. Jax’s behavior would be incredibly isolating in the real world - he can’t stand monotony and causes problems on purpose just to shake things up, messes with people he views as more weak-willed than him (which is just about anyone he can get a reaction out of), and cannot take it when the joke is finally on him. His reaction to Ragatha’s comment about how he doesn’t have friends anymore might not just be because losing his frog friend was traumatic and sad, but because he NEVER had anything close to that before the circus. He was viewed as an annoying gadfly at best and a danger to himself and others at worst. He probably couldn’t hold a job because the sameness of it drove him crazy. Being in the circus, at least at first, was probably the best thing that ever happened to him - he was free to do as he wanted, with nothing staying quiet for long, and no lasting consequences. Maybe Ribbit felt the same way and that’s how they bonded. Hell, maybe even Ragatha was in their little friend group, happy to have a chance to be away from her mother and able to live how she pleased. That might be how she knows enough about Jax to read him so well. They were fine for a while. But then Ribbit abstracted. Something happened and they couldn’t take it and lost control. Jax was clearly bothered, but as Ragatha points out, he deflects everything. On some level, she thinks whatever happened to make Ribbit abstract was because of Jax, because he “fucks everything up, then expects everyone to forgive him”. And maybe Ragatha is right. Maybe Jax and Ribbit’s friendship was more toxic than has been let on. Look at how he treats Gangle, while claiming she likes when he’s mean to her. That clearly aggravates Ragatha as much as Jax being a douche to her. She also knows it’s not her place to dredge it up and make him feel bad about it. Yeah, she’s nice to the point where it’s easy to doubt her sincerity, but she’s still kind and doesn’t like making people feel bad, not like her mom. But still, she can’t help but feel like, if Jax weren’t the way he is, maybe Ribbit would still be there. And I think on some level, Jax agrees with her, but is too stubborn to change. After all, he couldn’t change out there. Why bother trying in this place where nothing really matters and nothing can truly hurt you? Yep. Nothing at all.

[secretofblue]

11 • 06 • 25 11:55 pm

Wednesday recap

Note: I want to add that i actually wrote this the day the exam went on, but for some reason i forgot to update it and has been sitting on my drafts all this time and i noticed it just now 😭

I can feel this will be a long update again, i'm sorry

Today was my final exam of Clinical Practice and hopefully my last academic exam from the career 🥹. Again there is a lot of mixed feelings about that because ofc there is this relieve of finally ending this but at the same time nostalgic because wow i can't believe that all this years of curricular worries somehow end here?! I still don't completely process the idea and maybe later this will feel like a bruise

About the test... well, we had pretty much time to prepare for it (a little bit more than a week) and for that reason i felt like this sense of responsability to have to do well on it. I would love to say that said time i got under lockdown and studied, but the reality is that i started just this weekend

I wish i had administrated better my time because still this morning i was rushing trying to fit more concepts in my mind

About the dinamic of the test... it goes like this: the professors who teached and supervised us in this subject/headquarter (5) are divided in four different módulos (for visual purposes, all of this was in a big room with with smaller rooms inside, all of them conected by a station in the center) in each we had to do different procedures, first when we enter the room the teacher hands us a paper with the record of our patient and at the bottom the instructions of what they need us to do, the patients in each station are real people but they're actors so they're ready to answer questions and fake pains and complains 😭; in this occasion i have to say, the professors were pretty generous with the time, the gave us 12 minutes per module and we had to enter in groups of four and just rotate the stations everytime the alarm went off.

In past semesters i have to confess we had the opportunity to cheat a little because once someone finished the exam and went out of the room we interrogated them to know how was the exam, what we had to do, what did the professors ask etc etc, but of course the teachers knew this happened outside so this time they decided to do some changes and made us stay in a waiting room outside the place of the exam, the ones who finished leaved for another door and we didn't get to interact again because we also had to leave our phones inside our backpacks in another room 🫠

For me, the first station was a patient with a transfemoral amputation, (it was a rag doll 😭) i had to do it's physiotherapy diagnosis and then explain precautions i must have before giving them a treatment according with their record, then demostrate the procedure to do a correct bandage on the amputatėd member, and finally explain a treatment i would do to increase strength on the member. For this station i felt my diagnosis was a disaster because i was so nervous i forgot to mention a lot of things and some of the terms i had to use plus i'm not sure if i got to finish explaining my treatment because the alarm indicating the time went off

Second station, this one had a real person as a patient, i had again to do her physioterapy diagnosis after reading her record, i had to ask her a few questions in order to finish my diagnosis (i felt like i did better this time) and then do a treatment to help her gain core strength and stability, she was in a wheel chair and my creativity on the spot only lasted me enough to indicate two excercises 🥹 so at the end i had so much time left; but i felt the girl who was playing the rol of the patient was so kind with me

Third station was with a pediatric patient, for this one the actress was the mom and the patient was a doll, after reading her record i had to do the anamnesis for the perinatal history, then demostrate with the baby how to value two reflexes, for me it was moro and babinski and mention until which age it's normal for them to be present, i said the age of one of them wrong 🥲, also answer the random questions the mom had about the baby, the valoration and her worries and again i felt like i had too much time left at the end

Finally for the last station it was with the Dra. (i always adress her because she has been one of my teachers since the first semester of the career, and she actually also was the coordinator of the career at the time, she's a person that imposes me a lot but with the time i have learn that she is actually pretty gentle and that she just acts like she does because she really want us to become the best professional version of ourselves) in this one was with a neurological patient in the ICU after reading his record i had to explain what one of his patologies was: hemopneumothorax i explained it wrong because i said air insteand of blōod but i just noticed it as i'm writing this 😭; then mention again the parameters i must be cautious about to do an intervention according with his state (which i'm also just remembering i forgot to mention the most important one, the intracraneal pressure screamssssss 😭) and finally do his valoration. For the simulation there was a sound of the hospital monitor in background (you know the typical beep beep beep that indicates the heart rate .-.) so in the middle of my valoration it started going much faster and i had to call a "doctor" (another actor) who was outside the room to help stabilize it (i knew the drill because they did the exact same thing for the exam last semester 😮‍💨) after he helps with it the doctor introduced himself and asked me if i could help administrate certain treatment for the patient and i told him that just let me finish my intervention and i would see what i could do about it, but when he left the room i explained to the Dra. that i couldn't do what he asked me for because the administration of what he asked me to do was contraindicated for his case for all of the other several injuries the patient had on the place he indicated me, and the Dra. told me 'of course, thank you!' ; the actor patient was unconcious for his rol, but after i said that to the Dra. i saw him giving me a little tumbs up without her noticing it (he was so cute for that 🥹 and i felt so relieved and sincerely that helped me gain so much confidence to continue) still i didn't get to do much after it, and i didn't finish my valoration because the alarm went off. Again i didn't do perfect on this module but at the same time i didn't feel like a lost case

In general i'm aware i didn't do perfect in this exam and i had several mistakes which i have to improve but eventough i feel so much more confident now than how i felt for the last semester's final exam

I have hope things will going to be alright :)

If you reached this far i'm sorry it was too long or boring, but thank you so much for reading 𖹭

Good night everyone, sleep tight and rest well! ✨

[leonawriter]

When I see the argument "Why does Dante have to be a pre-existing character? Why can't they just be themself/just Dante/a completely original character?" I can't help but feel that the people saying that... aren't really looking at the bigger picture, and especially not of the running themes of Limbus Company, and the way the Sinners' stories go in general.

For one thing, we have had a running tally of times Dante's past has been brought up even outside of the prologue, with them being referred to as having once been "a big shot" and during the Regular Check Up, Hohenheim points out - before being shushed by Faust, which emphasises how big of a deal this was - that Dante is integral to the flow of the world.

They are clearly someone of great importance.

Even not counting any theories on who they are, we ARE going to find out who they used to be. Even at this point, it's an inevitability, due to the nature of the story itself.

Why is that?

Because it's in the nature of Project Moon's works.

In Lobotomy Corporation we are first introduced to the Sephirot, who have all lost their memories and have been programmed to believe that they've only ever worked in the Facility. It takes the Manager (Ayin, often the very one who hurt them in the first place) working with them in order to get them to remember, and then we find out who they used to be. In fact, in the process of finding out who the Sephirot are, we find out that the Manager himself isn't just "Manager X" but he's been Ayin All Along.

In Library of Ruina, we the player are expected to have already gone through Lobotomy Corporation, so we already know who the Librarians and Angela are. Roland, though? Our point of view character is, again, a mystery... who gets slowly unravelled as the game goes on, to the point that the very last thread is only pulled in the endgame.

Now, in Limbus Company, we have Dante. Who has amnesia, which we SAW them do to themself. Judging by what's happened in the past two games, wouldn't it stand to reason that the same applies to them? That over the course of the Cantos, we aren't just finding out more about the Sinners, but also about Dante themself, and no matter who they end up being, we WILL see their original face, AND memories of their past self, sooner or later?

That's only in comparison to the previous two games. If you compare Dante's storyline to that of the other Sinners, the picture I get at least is that all of the Sinners have something that they are effectively running away from, a home they usually don't want to return to, and consequences that are catching up to them.

Let's face it. It's gonna be pretty difficult if the game just goes through all of Dante's storyline and never reveals who they were. Not just narratively, but also for everyone involved. Dante themself has been wondering, too, even if they don't want the information unceremoniously dumped on them.

I've seen some suggest that Dante should just stay as they are, or refuse to face their past, and... wouldn't that go against the character development we want the other Sinners to go through? We want the others to develop and grow and learn from their experiences, becoming stronger and more able to face themselves, right? So why not the same for Dante?

There's this concept I read about a long time ago in a book, which suggested that in order to know your present, you have to also understand your past. You have to know how you got to this point in order to know that you're able to move forward properly.

Personally, as is stated in my many meta posts and in my blog header right now, my own theory is that Dante's past self was Ayin. Personally, I don't think that Dante will change all that much at all once they have their memories back - or at least, the changes would be no different than Don Quixote's. Dante would have, first and foremost, context for everything.

However, I do think that no matter who Dante ends up being, the person they've been for all this journey is now a part of them. No matter what. If someone's afraid that they're going to change because they've got their memories back... well, yeah, they probably will. And I'm sure it won't be fun for them either.

But, y'know what? They definitely won't be fully who they were before, either. That's how people change as humans.

[natsswife]

Could I maybe request a Mari x Reader fic? Maybe them trying to stay warm during the winter nights and/or just being extremely close and the other yjs catching on?

tysm for ur rq anon!! i hope i managed to writw what u wanted n like it<33

Mari Ibarra x reader

summary: just how u and mari started to get really close and be each others safe space when things got rough during winter<3

notes: Missing mari like a mf to the point winter is a trigger word for me cuz she😭died😭during😭winter😭also wilderness has been hella boring without the only latina diva frfr

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༘⋆ if being stranded in the wilderness wasn't already enough, when winter came everything got worst, jackie’s sudden death changed everything, it was obvious to tell after that how everyone was different, the numb feeling of losing someone very dear was still fresh, you could feel it was just some few days ago since laura’s accident, and jackie now being gone put a toll on everyone’s mental health again, especially Mari, who was in charge of the food, in a more realistic way, the one in charge to keep everyone alive. 

༘⋆ the bear’s meat won't last till spring, shauna always taking way too long to bring it, everyone stressed and being forced to keep inside the cabin, and especially, not letting you both have time alone.

༘⋆ you and mari werent the closest, but if theres one thing you were “grateful” for the crash, was that it got you closer, she's such a sweet girl, funny, lovely, fearless, always so responsible with the chores, she was just so cool it made you wonder why you never befriended her before everything.

༘⋆ but there was something about her that made you heart soft, maybe its the way she isn't afraid to stand up for her word even if got her some icky looks from shauna, or how shes with you, kind, always including you in everything and never letting you be alone, whatever it was, it just made you fall even harder for her… and it was the same for Mari.

༘⋆ there was still some fear of being out to everyone, even when tai and van decided to came out in that attempt of party, so you decided to be closer when no one was watching, it was more peaceful and comfortable, especially at nights.

༘⋆ Mari’s favourite time is when everyone was asleep, its only at that time when got to hold you during night without fear of someone noticing, just you and her being closer till your noses rubbed together, small talks sometimes discussing what could have happened if the plane never crashed, how she missed slushies, and promised you that as soon as you got rescued she’s gonna take you to try the best cheese burgers.

༘⋆ thats why after winter came mari changed, not being able to be alone with you and just pretend that everythings fine made her more annoyed, she refused to sleep together because it was “too risky now” but you know how bad she missed being able to hold each other under the covers.

༘⋆ days passed and at this point you didnt care anymore, that same night after shauna came with the great news that “we’re out of meat” and made mari more annoyed, you decided to crawl to her mat while everyone was in their fifth hungry dream and just finally be by her side again

༘⋆ it surprised her but you neither know that neither of you could go more days without eachother

“wait what are you doing??”

“just wanted to be with you, and no i dont care if someone sees us”

༘⋆ she giggled but didn't make an effort to get you out of there, instead she just hugged you more closely, mari just missed you so much to care if tai decided to sleep walk again and get van to chase her and then see you both.

“you know i think i was a little stupid to put our whatever is this in a “”time out”” for fear, i actually dont give a single fuck if someone sees us, winter is less cold like this” giving your nose a sweet kiss she moved closer, now decided and fearless if someone saw you like that 

“oh finally? you almost got me praying that you finally admit it” a chuckled escaped her but it was true, how someone who didnt give a single fuck about shauna’s state and still faced her now fear her team finding out she likes girls?

༘⋆ Mari missed this, missed you and she knows she gonna need you more than anything now that winter is about to get more rough for you, for her and for everyone….

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do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for ai training, train ur own brain instead<3

[hellsballz]

unncesarely long yapfest under the cut

hi

they/them for morro please and thank you

i actually am not that big of a fan of morros dr design. idk it looks kinda off to me. wheres more of that sickening green? the clothes look like they were freshly washed and i preffer my ghost dirty and muddy. so yeah i changed them up to be more sickly. also fans of the helish tescitcles blog will notice that their gi has a striking simularity to the one i gave morro in my possesion drawing, the one with the realm crystal. yeah! that's intentional. i don't think they would be able to change clothes at all when being a ghost so the old rags stayed.

i also got rid of that ghostly symbol dr morro has and replaced it with their old green dragon symbol they wore during their life. they can't take it of and its a sorrow reminder of their past. i understand why this detail didn't carry over from possesion to dr though, i suppose it would have been confusing to newer audiences as to why some random ghost guy from the spectral realms has the green dragon symbol when the green ninja is well and alive.

also decided to keep the ropes from their possesion design - i actually wasnt a fan of them when i first watched s5 a year ago , i mean they look fine on the minifigure but i hated drawing them so i would always replaced them with belts. and then dr morro leaked and guess what they have belts now. but... i don't like em... same as with the gi, they look too new and fresh out of a store for me. too neat and tidy. if they were more scruffy i would have liked them, but you can only get so many little details on a tiny minifig.

for the same reasoning of dr morro looking too new i gave them more cuts on their gi so you can see more of their ghostly body.

now you can see that i did give them their ghostly possesion legs back... im not sure if im gonna keep them in the design or not. i love love love drawing them but now they look a bit tooo nakey with their ghost arm out (because im never letting go of if). but also... idk... like i said i don't think morro would even be physically able to change clothes so like. they are in pant limbo until i figure that out

oh yeah about that ghost arm. keeping it! this is my playground and if the canon doesnt satisfy me i can build my own. its hard for me to believe that the show didn't keep morros minifigure ghost arm, its literally so cool. also yeah i did give them fingerless gloves but i will touch on that later.

also gave them their old minifigure cape! got obssesed with drawing it and like just mentioned. canon belongs to me i am doc wyatt

i kept the dr minifig shoulderpads even though i don't actually like them as a design feature but they are a fun shape and fun to draw so yeah

also i always give dr morro longer hair then pre merge morro. do not ask me about how it works ok i do not know. kept the green streak bc of fame but idk i might get rid of it

also i hate the dr weapon they now have. what. what is that. why is it retracrable. where did tou get that. i hate that so much in fact that i made ny own shit. its basically just a simple wooden staff (like wus buf the difference is wus is bamboo this one i imagine to be cypress maybe) with a blade attatched at both ends. blade are removable but only manualy and dont retract like in the show. morro chooses to use this weapon more as a staff then anything else, often detaching the blades from it (or at least from one end). they observed how wu fought with his staff their whole childhood so all the moves they use originate from him. they try their best to leave their violent nature behind and using something that isnt a conventional "weapon" to fight, that can't harm their oponents as much as something like a katana helps them with that. the staff also has a pattern carved and charred near the places where the blades can be attatched, made by them, but its crooked and uneven... they arent too good with things like that.

ok now to the face cuz i have the most to say about it i think. i actually love the new eyebrows dr morro was given, the shape is super fun, im just not used to drawing them with them so here i did a mix of their old eyebrows with their new ones. obv had to keep their eyebags, you can't see it too well but when i draw them as human they are muuuch more prominent. the eye design o've been using for them hasnt changed and i doubt it will cuz i love it. ok now for the face itself...

(sorry for the poor quality of the pictures) at first i gave them their pale, human-ish minifigure face, but with the ghostly body everywhere else it looked very out of place. also i don't like morro being soo pale so this just looks weird to me. then i did a draft that ended up making the final cut, the transparent, uranium green face with the skull visible through it (as the rest of the body also shows their skeleton - but i normally was not a fan of this design feature before this drawing LOL). it also... looked weird to me... too busy? no idea. but i left it in as i worked on this and i got used to it so i left it in. also didn't keep morros dr cheekbones, i get what they were going for, but like. why... do they look like that. they look weird and if not that they don't look like cheekbones they look like dimples. did i tell tou guys dimple morro is real

oh yeah i was suppose to touch up on the fingerless gloves... uh they are cool yeah. i like giving all the ninja fingerless gloves so when they use their element they can feel it better.

is there anything more i would like to talk about... hm. i imagine morros ghostly body glows this terrible radiation color and you can see it through their clothes (as i think those old rags 1 barely hold themselves together after like 250 years and 2 are pretty thin) but i kinda didn't do that i got lazy sorry.

ok one last morro headcanon this entire thing is getting so super long. congrats to anyone who read this somehow. you get a gold⭐ star. ok back to it. i think morro is 5'7. it just works for my brain. but in possesion lloyd remembers them as much taller, bigger and more intimidating. possesion morros ghostly legs would often fuse with the air kinda like mist, and combined with them floating over the ground all the time is was hard to estimate how tall they were really. now dr morro tries their best to stay grounded (literally and figuritavely), so you can actually see that they are, in fact, 5'7. if lloyd was to meet them now he would be suprised at how much "smaller" they seem to be compered to his memories from possesion (my lloyd also grew a few inches taller from that time. transman lloyd got on T!)

ok that's it. no progress pics for this cuz they are all so super blurry i took them on my shitty phone. bye

dr morro design concept thing i did trying to get used to my new for the times being setup... uhhh idk dawg i will post stuff about this design later. they/them for them pls

[atopvisenyashill]

do love how this is an asoiaf blog but i did not put either show in my top 10 this is the world we live in

[sluckythewizard]

The Altered Beast[FULL SUITE] COULD be arthur bennett or adjacent to whatever hes got going on in tha finale. if ur brave enough. IF UR BRAVE ENOUGH [tldr its just about Things eating Things and becoming New Terrible Things. it also fucking jams]

[kurzler]

a quick psa to anyone recently getting into greek mythology and is a victim of tumblr and/or tiktok misconceptions:

-there is no shame in being introduced to mytholgy from something like percy jackson, epic the musical or anything like that, but keep in mind that actual myths are going to be VERY different from modern retellings

-the myth of medusa you probably know (her being a victim of poseidon and being cursed by athena) isn't 100% accurate to GREEK mythology (look up ovid)

-there is no version of persephone's abduction in which persephone willingly stays with hades, that's a tumblr invention (look up homeric hymn to demeter)

-as much as i would like it, no, cerberus' name does not mean "spot" (probably a misunderstanding from this wikipedia article)

-zeus isn't the only god who does terrible things to women, your fav male god probably has done the same

-on that note, your fav greek hero has probably done some heinous shit as well

-gods are more complicated than simply being "god of [insert thing]", many titles overlap between gods and some may even change depending on where they were worshipped

-also, apollo and artemis being the gods of the sun and the moon isn't 100% accurate, their main aspects as deities originally were music and the hunt

-titans and gods aren't two wholly different concepts, titan is just the word used to decribe the generation of gods before the olympians

-hector isn't the villain some people make him out to be

-hephaestus WAS married to aphrodite. they divorced. yes, divorce was a thing in ancient greece. hephaestus' wife is aglaia

-ancient greek society didn't have the same concepts of sexuality that we have now, it's incorrect to describe virgin goddesses like artemis and athena as lesbians, BUT it's also not wholly accurate to describe them as aromantic/asexual, it's more complex than that

-you can never fully understand certain myths if you don't understand the societal context in which they were told

-myths have lots and lots of retellings, there isn't one singular "canon", but we can try to distinguish between older and newer versions and bewteen greek and roman versions

-most of what you know about sparta is probably incorrect

-reading/waching retellings is not a substitute to reading the original myths, read the iliad! read the odyssey! i know they may seem intimidating, but they're much more entertaining than you may think

greek mythology is so complex and interesting, don't go into it with preconcieved notions! try to be open to learn!

[maryellencarter]

i think the hill i'm going to die on here is that lasting anti-fascist activism begins and ends with unrestricted social services.

protests are great. kind of indispensable right now. but in times when we can be less reactive, you want to know what you're protesting *for*, not just against.

today i saw a post elseweb saying "why aren't white women fleeing maga? they have to know by now that tradwife means sex slave". and like... it's very simple. they can't leave because they would end up like me.

they're, we're, deliberately made unemployable so that we'll have to marry whatever mediocre white man picks us out. as it happened, i was unappealingly intersex, fat, butch, and autistic, so none of the mediocre white boys of my generation ever took a second look at me, but that didn't give me job skills or career connections.

i knew multiple women whose husbands divorced them and took the house as part of their midlife crises. they had to send the kids to live with relatives and take dead-end jobs like bagging groceries because they were in their forties with zero job experience. if they'd rejected the worldview, if they'd alienated their families and what few friends didn't victim-blame them for the divorces, they'd have had nowhere to turn.

it's been over twelve years since i got out. psychologically, medically, i'm healthier. but i've chased a fresh start through half a dozen states. i spent my inheritance getting a degree. none of it helped. there are no supports for abandoning (or being abandoned by) your support network.

you won't defeat fascism until my people are free to leave the cult if they realize they want out. until we can access free housing to get away from financial abuse, free comprehensive job training and placement services to help us start careers, national healthcare so we can flee across state lines if necessary without losing any medical care we're lucky enough to have access to, protections for children and teens so they can flee without needing a parent's help... universal basic income would be really good but there are smaller steps that could help with financial independence.

and it all has to be available to everybody, including people you think are "unworthy". people who hold the wrong opinions. drug addicts. people whose husbands or parents make too much money. people who aren't from around here. unrepentant bigots. if they want out, you have to give them a path out. minds can change later, once people are less scared and less pressured.

(i'm ex-catholic. do you want to hear about what happens when you force people to profess certain beliefs in order to access basic assistance? i have two thousand years of examples.)

"but if they really wanted out they'd do the Right Thing and leave without support!" Better to be one man's sex slave than turning tricks on the street. "staying just proves they're actually evil and there for the bigotry!" Live in your car for six months in 100°F heat, twice, and then talk to me again. There's no virtue in cutting yourself off from society just to prove some kind of moral point. All that does is get you dead or worse.

("JT, you're not dead" I'm a fucking cockroach. Most people would be dead by now. Survival bias goes both ways; we're not all the same model of airplane.)