#version of your enemies

[toloveviceforitself]

I've said this before, but all these posts like "straight men are radicalizing, maybe we need to be nicer to the straight men" are failing to grapple with the fact that you can't be "nicer" to someone than a supremacy movement geared toward them.

In a "who makes me feel good?" contest, it's not actually possible to beat a movement that says The Entire World Rightfully Belongs To You And Everyone Else Exists To Serve You. That message is unbeatable, at least as long as it sounds plausibly true or achievable.

If you want to defeat that movement, you can't just try to win its subjects over by being nicer to them. You'll hollow yourself out and betray yourself ideologically by trying to cater to them and you'll still lose because the supremacy movement is still doing it better than you ever could.

You win against a supremacy movement by attacking the plausibility of it. If you move the goal of "a world where everything is bent to my will" far enough out of reach, fewer and fewer straight men (or white people, or Christians, or whatever group you're trying to reach) will choose to burn every relationship in their life to try to achieve it.

Your allies in doing that are everyone else. But not if you throw them under the bus trying to win over the one group of people who will always be getting a better offer.

[strialternatives]

more brainrot scribbles, i just find the thought of these sets meeting hilarious for goro-bullying reasons lol

[scribescrawls]

Heard Starscream has an immortal spark and crack theory headcanon that it’s not because it was an accident that he was born with a ‘mutant’ immortal spark, but rather it was Primus purposefully making him that way as a wild card in case Unicron ever came back. A wild card where things could go really badly for everyone or really well depending on what Starscream does and you don’t know which it’ll be, but sometimes that kind of unpredictable chaos in desperate situations can change the tide of things tipping the scales in small ways that have big ripple effects. Like running out of ideas and just throwing spaghetti at the wall and see what sticks lol

Like Optimus Prime is Primus’ favorite, he holds the Matrix defending Cybertron and all around doing his best to protect others. Optimus is god’s blorbo.

But imagine Starscream is his poor little meow meow. The dog he put in the room to eat the chess pieces when Unicron isn’t looking. Primus cannot predict what the frag Starscream will do, but that means neither can Unicron. And Starscream can’t die, not in a way that matters. But also imagine Primus decides to never tell Starscream that he has an immortal spark because he thinks he should get to live a normal life (with all the good and bad that entails) without the burden of knowing all of that since there’s a possibility Unicron will never return anyway. What if Starscream is Primus’ silly rabbit.

[spacerelativity]

nine!simm!master

[jojo-schmo]

I'm updating my personal ref sheets and it's really hitting me just how SMOL Kirby, Bandee, and Elfilis really are compared to the rest of the cast.

[mountaingutta]

I was looking for something to watch this morning, browsing through the Transformers franchise list, and this idea came to me

I love when the same character meets versions of themselves from other universes. So, imagine a room full of Optimus Prime. But along with them are their partners. And none of them are Megatron

G1 – Optimus and Elita One (or Ironhide)

TFA – Blackarachnia (or Prowl)

TFP – Ratchet

Armada – Jetfire

IDW – Shockwave

EarthSpark – Starscream

Bay – I don't really know. Could be almost anyone. Even Cade.

TFO - Jazz

and so on for each universe

And a bunch of Megatrons are standing on the side just like WTF?!

[of-fandoms]

So I looked at the live action nadder and thought “not bad but also not great”

Then I looked at all the nadder designs we got over the years: the original, the animatronic and the live action. Specifically their heads

And that made me realize what I find so off-putting about the new one:

The mouth is less beak like, the horn on the nose is *massive* for some reason and the horns on stormfly‘s head are smaller and also just slightly curved. Which yeah, not a big deal, but it just...wasn't hitting the way the original design did for me. So I tried to make my own version of what I'd make the live action version look like (although this is just like a base concept, so not as spiky, or colored accurately and stuff; it's more about the general look):

I wanted to keep the beak but...gotta give it to the live action, it just didn't work out. I did like the bigger nose horn *however* i would have made it more similar to the animatronic's. I also would have kept the larger horns on the head, they make the dragon look far more imposing in my opinion. Also bigger nostrils. These are tracker class dragons for fucks sake, make them look like it! And something that annoys me on all of the live action designs: the teeth. I don't care if it's "unrealistic", these are dragons! All the dragons have these small teeth and i really wish they had kept at least some of them bigger, even if it's just for the look of it

[filialdisciple]

Hi, Tin! It's me again 🙈 how about some horror romance?) I love your ghost mentor!pbss, but I propose a ghost!Tang Bo. After TB died, Cheong Myeong developed a habit of talking to himself out loud. At least, people assumed so. And after his resurrection, this habit returned after a while. It's just a quirk so what? But then the disciples start noticing strange things happening where CM is. TB follows CM, but he is a malicious ghost in essence due to his violent death and regrets, full of resentment and looks far from friendly. CM is not bothered and communicates without problems, but more and more people start seeing his ghostly companion and they are terrified

Madlen, hello 💖 !! I'm so sorry this took me forever to get to ily ANYWAY I'm gonna go crazy!!!! YOU'RE SO BIG BRAIN FOR THIS.

Everyone thinks nothing of Chung Myung's offhanded mutterings and random bouts of laughter at times.

They think the malicious aura around him is just something that Chung Myung carries, but little did they know...

»—————————–✄

No one sees the monster until an ancient artifact finds its way into the Mount Hua Sect.

As thanks for saving their town from the demon cult members that attempted to pillage them, the village leader offered Mount Hua one of their village's well-kept relics that they found no use for anymore since there was no one in town who had any spiritual energy for it to resonate with.

It was an ancient artifact that revealed malicious demons and tainted creatures within its zone, allowing the holders to easily eradicate them and remove the plaguing monsters.

Baek Cheon did not think too much of it when they accepted the gift. He didn't know there would be any reason to use it anytime soon but still received the artifact with grace and gratitude.

However, he's proven wrong.

He returns to the sect alongside Jo Gul and Yu Iseol who accompanied him during the short mission and arrives around the tail-end of dinner time. Instead of proceeding to the Sect Leader's Office as should be proper, they first head over to grab a quick meal due to the loud rumbling from Jo Gul's stomach. The Sect Leader would understand.

((He'd also be scolded by Hyun Young if he withheld food from the children escpecially after a mission, but Baek Cheon digresses.))

They arrive at the mess hall with the artifact in tow to a splattering of greetings and congratulations. There were only a few disciples left; the others already turned in for the night.

Just as they were about to sit down, they felt pinpricks of inexplicable terror pierce them. They abruptly turned towards the entrance, swords pulled out and pointed.

Chung Myung enters. He's not alone.

Primal fear was the only way to describe what they were feeling as they made eye contact with the...thing...behind their youngest martial brother.

Its body was shaped like a human, but there was something distinctly off about it. If they had to describe it, it was as if the creature—because what else could you call it—molded itself into what it considered was the appearance of a human.

Its face and neck were a tad bit too long. Its shoulders were too wide and too sharp at the edges. You couldn't see its feet over the dark fog surrounding its steps and its hands were closer to claws as they held Chung Myung's body against it possessively.

Baek Cheon reflexively took a step back when the creature's eyes turned toward his. Instead of white, the creature's sclera was pitch black with the tiniest pinprick of red denoting its pupil.

Its head suddenly snapped at a 90-degree angle. It triggered every sense of preservation the disciples had.

It observed them. Its pinprick red eyes swept across the cold-sweating disciples who stared at the unfamiliar monster with wide eyes.

Y̴̧̳̯̮̰͖͈ͧͅó̴̡͍̱̳̰͖͓̙̬͙̞̬͋ͨ͌̒̑͗̊̽̑͊̃͟ṵ͇̤̤ͨ͑̐̀̋͟ c̴̶̣̪͖̫͕̖̖͔̘͊ͭͣ̃ͥ͐́̈̃͊̑ͫ̈̊ͣ̇͆̇̈̎͘͟ą̷̶̡̧̛̛̱͉̖͍̫̣͉̳̰͔̟͓̒̏̂ͫ̒ͥͣ̌ͣ̊ͤͬ̐̀ͮ̈̚͢͞͠͞ņ̸̸̸̲͎̻̝̞͚̻̭̜͚͚̝̹̝̟̥̃̔̓ͫͯ͒̈́͗̀̆ͩͤ̆ͩ̊͗͘͜͠ s͎͔̲̠̬̺͙̰̋͋͊̇͌̓ͮ̅͊ͧ̂̾͢͝e̵̴̷̙̩̱̬̫̙̺̖̻͕̥̿̀̽̃̍̀ͩͤͫ̀̿͆̑̒̐̔ͧ̂ͫ̽͢͢͠͝ȅ̶̷̷̘͙̻̣̮̠̱̪̠ͭ̂̒͐̎̇̀̊̽͟ͅ m̵̢̗̻̥͙͕͓̑̇̊ͧ̽ͬ̈́ͯͭ̾̄̀͘͟͠é͕̘̥̮̜̘̠͙̟̺͗̍ͩͥ̊̏ͥ̊̓̈̔ͬ̽͋͋̊̊͜͡_̨̢͔͓̼̿͋̌̿̆̕?̶̡̥͔͕͍͙̭͉̭̲̽͊̔̾ͯͭ͢

Primal fear. That was the only way Baek Cheon could explain what he was feeling. The dark, resentful fog that drifted around the creature's feet rose, surrounding both it and Chung Myung.

He had to get their sajil away from the creature, he thought to himself.

RUNRUNRUN, his brain screamed at him.

A wide-eyed Yu Iseol made the first move.

Operating on pure force driven by the desire to protect rather than being consumed by fear, she swung her blade directly at the monster. Teeth gritting and going against their body's instinct, Baek Cheon and Jo Gul quickly followed suit.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

They're all thrown back harshly. Chung Myung had his sword out, his body moving to stand directly in front of the monster.

Chung Myung was shielding the monster from them.

Contrasting the manic look in his eyes, he calmly asked them, "What do you think you're trying to do?"

Behind them, they could see the monster's sinister wide grin as it sank its claws deeper.

[immaqulate]

write me in | m.s

— royal! matt x royal! fem reader | ever after high oneshot

— warnings: forbidden romance, slow burn, magical angst, ever after high au (non-canon worldbuilding) emotional pressure, parental expectation, arranged/forced fate themes, no explicit content

You were supposed to marry Prince Nicolas. The kingdom celebrated. The Storybook of Legends waited for your signature. But Nick’s in love with someone else. And the second son, the one no one was watching? — just asked if you wanted to burn the whole fairytale down with him. Legacy Day is coming. The crown is waiting. And you’re about to choose chaos… and love.

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Legacy Day is four days away.

Your dress is already waiting — pale blue silk embroidered with enchanted thread, laced with magic and tradition. The bodice is stitched with silver roses, the skirt charmed to shimmer when you spin. It fits like destiny. But it feels like a noose.

Everyone says you’re lucky. That you’re fulfilling the dream your mother lived, carrying on the royal lineage with a prince of equal standing. Prince Nicholas of Corona — first son of Rapunzel and Flynn Rider. Tall, charming, golden. The perfect match.

Except for the part where he’s not in love with you.

Nick is your best friend. The one who used to braid your hair when you were sad. The one who taught you how to throw knives at the enchanted training dummies. The one who kissed your hand dramatically and declared you his soulmate when you were eight — before either of you knew what that word meant.

And also the one who is very, very gay.

He’s in love with Asher — a pirate-turned-legacy-wrecker with salt in his hair and a sharp grin that makes Nick forget to breathe. The entire school thinks you and Nick are endgame.

But the two of you know the truth: you’re a decoy. And Legacy Day is the deadline.

You’re sitting beneath the Enchanted Willow, where couples through centuries have made their pledges. The Storybook of Legends lies open on your lap. The page is glowing faintly, waiting for your name.

You stare at it like it’s cursed. Maybe it is.

“You look like someone just told you glass slippers are out of season.”

You don’t have to look up to know who it is. That voice — dry and amused and just slightly smug — belongs to the one person who shouldn’t be here. 

Matthew O’Hair. Second son. Royal spare. Infamous heartbreaker. Heir to nothing and somehow more dangerous than all of them.

You look up. He’s standing a few feet away, hair wind-tousled, collar popped like he didn’t bother with dress code. He’s got that look in his eyes — the one that says he’s already caused trouble today and is thinking about making it worse.

“Prince Matt,” you say dryly.

“Princess Trouble,” he fires back.

You raise a brow. “That’s not my title.”

“It should be,” he says, walking toward you. “Suits you better than ‘future queen of convenient lies.’”

You snap the book shut. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“And yet,” he says, settling beside you on the stone bench, “here I am.”

Silence falls. A few enchanted leaves spiral down from the willow above. Somewhere in the distance, the bells chime the hour.

“I saw Nick and Asher behind the stables this morning,” Matt says after a moment. “They weren’t exactly rehearsing their vows.”

You groan. “Please don’t start.”

“Start what? Telling you the truth?” he says, gaze sharp. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do. My parents—”

“Your parents want you to be happy. Not trapped in a lie so convincing even you’ve started to believe it.”

You glare at him. “Why do you care?”

He blinks. Then he laughs — not loud, but low and bitter. “Because I’ve been trying not to care for the last two years, and it’s really not working out for me.”

The words hang there, heavy and too real.

“I’m not the one fate picked for you,” he says softly. “I’m not the golden heir or the storybook match. I’m the second son. The extra chapter. The guy everyone forgets exists until something breaks.”

He stands like he’s going to leave. Like he said too much. But then —

“You look at me like I’m more than that.” Your breath catches.

He kneels in front of you, not dramatic, but real. His hand hovers near yours.

“I don’t want to be your prince because a book says so,” he murmurs. “I want to be the one you choose. Even if it breaks every rule.”

You look down at your dress. Your future. The book. And then you look at him. And finally, finally, you know what you want. You thread your fingers through his.

“Then help me write a new ending.”

You don’t sleep that night, Not really. You lie awake replaying every word Matt said, every flicker in his eyes, every brush of his fingers. The Storybook still waits, but now your heart’s writing something new.

By morning, the castle is awake and buzzing and so are your nerves.

Legacy Day morning feels… wrong.

The castle’s buzzing with anticipation — polished shoes tapping across marble halls, scrolls unrolled, crowns straightened, destiny rehearsed like a performance. Your gown is cinched tighter than usual. Your mother’s smile is soft, but nervous. Your father keeps adjusting your necklace like it’ll keep you tethered.

And beside you? Nick. Grinning like he’s walking into a party. Except you both know it’s a funeral. Of your autonomy. Of the lie you’ve both helped build.

“I still think we should’ve fake-fainted,” he murmurs out the corner of his mouth. “Big dramatic swoon. Someone catches you. Preferably a handsome pirate.”

You snort softly. “That might’ve worked if I didn’t wear six layers of royal guilt and embroidered trauma.”

Nick’s smile fades. He squeezes your hand once. “Hey. You don’t have to do this. We still have time.”

You open your mouth to answer.. and that’s when you see him.

Matt. Standing near the edge of the crowd, in a dark tailored jacket with a sun emblem stitched just faintly into the collar — Rapunzel’s crest. His hair’s a little more controlled, but his expression isn’t. He looks like he’s watching you through glass, like he already knows you’re about to vanish behind it.

Your breath stumbles. The Oracle steps up to the podium. The Storybook glows open.

And suddenly, your legs start moving.

You don’t wait for your name or for the script. You walk straight off the platform and through the crowd: people gasping, whispers rising like smoke. Your parents call your name. Nick lets out the loudest “YES, WORK, QUEEN” in royal history.

You stop in front of Matt, heart pounding. “You said you’d choose me.”

He blinks. “I meant it.”

“Then choose me now. In front of everyone.”

He hesitates — one second, two — and then he grabs your face in both hands and kisses you like the world’s ending.

And maybe it is. But at least you’re ending it your way.

The crowd erupts. Some in shock. Some in delight. Your mother faints (finally, Nick’s dream is realized). Your father looks like he aged twenty years in ten seconds. And the Storybook? It shudders. The magic glitches.

Because for the first time in centuries, someone chose their own ending. The moon hangs like a promise over the forest.

The enchanted woods behind Ever After High are supposed to be off-limits after dusk — dangerous, too wild to be tamed by royal decree. But that’s exactly why you’re here.

You and Matt, running hand-in-hand beneath tangled branches and glowing blossoms, ducking under silver moss, leaping over roots like your legs were made for freedom.

You left the palace behind an hour ago. Left the rules. The scripts. The gold-plated future. And chose this instead.

“We’re gonna die out here,” you pant, breathless from running and laughing and possibly crying a little.

Matt squeezes your hand tighter. “Technically, yes. But at least we’ll die doing something stupid together.”

You crash into a clearing — soft moss, glowing mushrooms, and the sound of the enchanted lake lapping in the distance. You both collapse to the ground, tangled in laughter and adrenaline.

After a while, you speak.

“Do you think they’ll come after us?”

Matt shrugs, lying beside you, head tilted toward the stars. “Probably. But we’ll be long gone. Nick said he and Asher have a hideout near the edge of the Shadowed Realm.”

You turn to him. “Nick’s gonna kill us.”

Matt smirks. “Nick’s gonna cry, hug you, and then kill me. In that order.”

You laugh again, for real this time. It echoes through the trees like magic. Matt’s smile softens. “You know… I used to hate Legacy Day.”

You blink. “Why?”

“Because I thought it was proof I’d never matter. That I was just the extra. The spare.” He reaches for your hand again. “But today, I mattered. Because you chose me.”

You lean in, forehead to his. “I’ll keep choosing you. Every chapter. Every time.”

He kisses you — slow, steady, like a vow. Like you’re building your story one heartbeat at a time.

And in that quiet space between the trees and the stars, you realize something: You didn’t just rewrite your story.. You started it.

Once, your story was written for you in silk thread and golden ink.

Now, it’s written in dirt-scuffed boots, tangled hair, and the boy who kissed you like the sky was watching. And maybe that’s not the ending they wanted.

But it’s the one you chose. And that makes it your Ever After.

a/n: THIS was so much fun to write.. ugh i love it so muchh 🥺

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[vanityangel]

then. now. forever.

[katierosefun]

god i love you that point in the story when two people recognize that they’re both the same—or at least complementary—kind of insane. something something “i know I’m a bit of a monster but so are u and because u are also a monster. i know you won’t judge me and i won’t judge you. i can be comfortably horrendous around you and you might even delight in it”. what if i chewed on concrete

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

image no. 1 is for those who've watched exu calamity

...and image no. 2 is for those who've watched exu downfall

[philiponmycracker]

My adorable king Tom Hulce as Quinn, from Shelley Duvall's Tall Tales & Legends episode 8 "John Henry" (1986)

Is it the Quasimodo hair, or the amusing attempt at an Irish accent, I cannot even pick a favourite moment in this thing This is just golden like is it when he gets manhandled by none other than Mr Danny Glover, or is it him fully channelling his inner sparkly rainbow leprechaun, crazy wild dancing about absolutely high on euphoria, ohmygod Mr Hulce Oscar nominee what possessed you to do this i have no idea but THANK GOD this exists cause it's amazing

[marclef]

normal, fun ways to get comfy and relax with your best friend ❤❤❤

(definitely took inspiration from beatcroc's FP for this lmao)

[uber-dawn]

hey have you guys heard of this game, it's really cool, called "In Stars and Time", you should play it sometime

[grossdyke]

harmione, post war :~)

…tfw war changes you and you come back different, broken and no longer wanting the things you fought for / instead having to accept that your past self and your past desires are dead, so you start anew with your best friend who really was just your best friend / but he changed too, past self & desires gone and dead, and now he’s the only one who understands you & you fall in love but it makes you both sad and angry and confused because this wasn’t how it was supposed to go :/