#things keep diverging

[zemkzone]

Oh my god, if only I had read like 10 more paragraphs before sending my last ask. OOPS. MY BAAAAD.

In my defense, I did say I have a shitty memory, it is super late at night, and probably incoherent.

The last part of my questions still work, though! Does Dibny still die after the particle accelerator explodes? If Flashpoint happens, will he still come back? If it doesn't happen, is he still dead? SHCLJABF I'M SO CURIOUS ABOUT THIS WHOLE SERRIEEESSS

im banishing myself now ok goodnight

- 🪐

So I'm talking to a planet now? Cool~ Thanks for the ask!

The thing to remember about 1:1 questions about what happens in the show vs. what happens in my series is that the show was the 2nd iteration of the timeline of Earth-1, which diverged from the original timeline because Eobard Thawne (1) killed Nora Allen and (2) built the particle accelerator seven years early. My SitI 'verse is me making yet a 3rd iteration.

Limiting myself to your Ralph Dibny question, we don't actually know where he was or what he was doing at the point the particle accelerator exploded in that 2nd iteration. Would he still be doing the exact same thing this time around after getting kicked off the police force? Remember, in the show, the particle accelerator went critical and then exploded right after it was turned on. In my verse, the particle accelerator was fine for two hours before it went boom (WLHI Chapter 6). "Small" changes like that affect everything. ;)

And to give you more food for thought, Chapter 23-24 of TRAT reveal more (minor) timeline twisting, so I guess that we're up to iteration 3.5 now? Hahaha!

[forgettable-au]

I just realized I never mentioned I was taking a break from the comic to focus on the new deltarune chapters oops

But that's over now and I think I'm gonna come back to working on this soon <3

Sooo, expect me answering a LOT of asks soon!!!

And then I'll continue working on pages

[aeruthien]

I really love how Brennan set up the start of this first episode of Divergence. The little heist mission not only put them all together as a group, but it also:

gave each of the characters a goal and agency right of the bat, instead of them waiting around before the Wildmother showed up

showed their connections with each other, as Fiedra asked Nia for help to save Crokas, and Nia connecting to Erro and Garen

showed their respective skills, like Fiedra knowing the guards and gathering information, Nia using her medical skills, and Garen his knowledge of the inner workings of the walls

gave a sense of the way of live during the calamity (it was bad). Dragonborn being shipped out to either fight or get eaten, prisoners being killed because they dared to hope, kids getting stabbed through the hand because they were fidgeting

Showed the desperation of the betrayer gods, and their refusal to work together, which ultimately led to their downfall

Those first hours accomplish a lot of world building, character building, and action, which not only serves as a great set-up for the rest of the story, but was also interesting to watch.

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[danicazz]

Awards Season was amazing for Ayo and Jeremy and I'm so happy for them but I'm also so done I just need S3 of The Bear to drop so we have new/more SydCarm scenes to eat up.

[cosmicourple]

Heyo, made an account so you can see the memes and to make it easier for me to keep track of Little Menace's story (and to still have anon because I'm a little shy)

This is one of my favourite meme out of the bunch I have made, I'll sent in more later with any snippets I make. I actually was writing some up when I saw your ask, but I still haven't finished the ones I wanted to focus on. They would also be a bit too long to fit in this ask so the next one will have some insight of Little Menace's relationship with each of her parents (and a Hera mention). Though considering the rate I'm going at, I may get them done today.

Fun Fact about Little Menace; she can't quite speak. Whoever had her first either did not speak the common tongue or had no human nature whatsoever. Instead she squeaks, much like a squeaker toy. Little Menace does make other noises, but whenever she tries to speak, all most people (including Gods) would hear is a series of squeaks. (It's funny until you're up in the middle of the night getting a drink - Telemachus explaining to Penelope in one of the Loops why he is in her room drenched in water with a wiggling Menace in his arms)

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII :DDD

Crow of Judgement is perfect I love it W GBGHFBFGDDDD

also YEEEEEE MORE MEMES TO COME EHGBTGGG💥💥💥💥💥

GASP u already written down sm ficlets????? I’m jealous :[/lh I’ve barely started writing about my own damn A.U-, but srsly, yesss I’d love to see them AEGRFVF explodes into a million pieces <3

ohohohoOHOHO— I bet Menace’s family relationship not-chart is gonna be juicy tehehehehe can’t wait/j I can wait !!!11!!.

ALSO HERA MENTIONED YESSSSSSSSSSSS THIS IS GONNA BE JUICY

BWAHA I’d feel sorry 4 Telemachus if I didn’t find that funny :))) Little Menace scaring their big brother is perfect, classic little sibling behaviour 😭. Plus I’m just imagining an exhausted, slightly feverish-looking Penelope who just pulled an almost all nighter to undo her tapestry listening to this like ,,,okA y, While said son is standing infront of them looking extremely unamused (Menace is in his arms vibing like ‘🪱’) AGGHMKDDDS.

also, Little Menace squeaking like a Very Angry Frog/ref is also perfect like. Yes 👏.

also, also, what’s this maybe little Lore Tidbit about Menace’s potential creator. . .? I see u Foreign Mythology (only guessing) :)

The ball is starting to roll wehehehe >:] 🖤💜✨ (also I’m 100% saving the meme if that’s alright w/ u giggles)

[swagspren]

Thinking about how Moash vs Kaladin’s interactions with Khen, Sah, and the other Singers seems so intentionally juxtaposed. But like why create that narrative foil moment just to reduce Moash to a villain later like truly what was the point?? He could’ve made those any Singers but instead he made them the specific individuals that Kaladin betrayed. And Moash betraying bridge four and then training these hopeless enslaved individuals to fight just like Kaladin did for Bridge four… like what was the point of all that!!!

[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

read on ao3

[blaithnne]

I’m literally fine I don’t care its not even that big of a deal it’s whatever who’s Hilda

[voxina]

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[carnivalls]

Killing myself a thousand times over. Do I want the setting of Good Intentions to be past based (fantasy greece meets the industrial revolution) or futuristic (fantasy greece meets itself after a stupidly ambiguous amount of years)

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

“Feeling like I’m not good enough again.”

“I hate that some people can wreck my day with a single sentence.”

“I’m different, I know. Doesn’t make me any less Alvin. I hate that the fandom is packed with people who hate on me just because I fell for Jeanette instead of Brittany.”

“Is it fair to reduce an Alvin’s worth to whether he’s crushing on a Brittany? Is that how far society has fallen?”

“And don’t even get me started on them claiming “Alvins aren’t intelligent at all” WHAT THE FRACK IS CLEVERNESS THEN? YOU NEED INTELLIGENCE TO SCHEME!”

“I’m so sick of it. It’s draining. The fact that hatred for myself bubbles in my soul when other people bully me is just not fair. I’m too nuanced and complex for most people and sometimes I do wish I could just be simple again….but that’s not the real me. It never was.”

[teh-nos]

don't take this the wrong way i am very into the loki series but is tva loki based on those fanfic versions of movies loki where he's a soft sadboy who respects women and likes to read poetry written by ants humans?

[thevioletcaptain]

For the 5 sentence game:

Dean/Cas

How long had it been since he’d seen sunlight?

How long had it been since he'd seen sunlight?

Pressing his hands to the ground where he landed, Castiel takes a moment to appreciate the warmth of day-baked earth; the golden-green dapple of shadows cast through the leaves of a sprawling sycamore; the dusty-sweet scent of hay that carries from the nearby barn where Dean is waiting.

Dean is waiting.

He's been waiting for weeks, months, years -- Castiel doesn't know for certain -- but he's felt each instant of Dean's longing as it grew and grew and grew, until finally it was strong enough to pierce the fabric of the empty without him even trying, like a fallen ember burning through black velvet.

Rising to his feet, Castiel makes for the barn with a single thought at the forefront of his mind -- the sun can wait. He has Dean's love to bask in.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[danikatze]

Lots of exciting stuff happening in Naruto currently, and I'm getting through it so slowly aaa

[energeticpoltergeist]

Part 1: Mad King's War

Prologue: Diverged History(pages 26-31)

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