#✨corruption arc✨

[blood-orange-juice]

Ray, First of Her Name, The Ever-Looming Threat of Mpreg keeps roping me into kinks I'm not into. This time it's about mélusines' parasitic babies.

Enjoy.

[cosmicourple]

Blender Timeloop! OdyPenZeusseidon, but crying during sex..

[riku-kanata]

cube

"Ah..." He hesitantly reaches out to touch it, then feels a shiver run down his spine. Despite the voices warning him against it, he took the cube in his hands.

At that moment, he felt like he'd just been electrocuted a thousand times... But he didn't let go of the cube.

Strange...

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🧪 Character Arcs 101: what they are, what they aren’t, and how to make them hurt

by rin t. (resident chaos scribe of thewriteadviceforwriters)

Okay so here’s the thing. You can give me all the pretty pinterest moodboards and soft trauma playlists in the world, but if your character doesn’t change, I will send them back to the factory.

Let’s talk about character arcs. Not vibes. Not tragic backstory flavoring. Actual. Arcs. (It hurts but we’ll get through it together.)

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💡 what a character arc IS:

a transformational journey (keyword: transformation)

the internal response to external pressure (aka plot consequences)

a shift in worldview, behavior, belief, self-concept

the emotional architecture of your story

the reason we care

💥 what a character arc is NOT:

a sad monologue halfway through act 2

a single cool scene where they yell or cry

a moral they magically learn by the end

a “development” label slapped on a flatline

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✨ THE 3 BASIC FLAVORS OF ARC (and how to emotionally damage your characters accordingly):

Positive Arc They start with a flaw, false belief, or fear that limits them. Through the events of the story (and many Ls), they confront that internal lie, grow, and emerge changed. Hurt factor: Drag them through the mud. Make them fight to believe in themselves. Break their trust, make them doubt. Let them earn their ending.

Negative Arc They begin whole(ish) and devolve. They fail to overcome their flaw or false belief. This arc ends in ruin, corruption, or defeat. Hurt factor: Let them almost have a chance. Build hope. Then show how they sabotage it, or how the world takes it anyway. Twist the knife.

Flat/Static Arc They don’t change, but the world around them does. They hold onto a core truth, and it’s their constancy that drives change in others. Think: mentor, revolutionary, or truth-teller type. Hurt factor: Make the world push back. Make their values cost them something. The tension comes from holding steady in chaos.

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🎯 how to build an arc that actually HITS (no ✨soft lessons✨, just internal structure):

Lie they believe: What false thing do they think about themselves or the world? (“I’m unlovable.” “Power = safety.” “I’m only valuable if I’m useful.”)

Want vs. need: What do they think they want? What do they actually need to grow?

Wound/backstory scar: What made them like this? You don’t need a tragic past™ but you do need cause and effect.

Turning point: What moment forces them to question their worldview? What event cracks the surface?

Moment of choice: Do they change? Or not? What decision seals their arc?

🧪 Pro tip: this is not a worksheet. This is scaffolding. The arc lives in the story, not just your doc notes. The lie isn’t revealed in a monologue, it’s felt through consequences, relationships, mistakes.

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🛠️ things to actually do with this:

Write scenes where the character’s flaw messes things up. Like, they lose something. A person. A plan. Their cool. Make the flaw hurt.

Track their beliefs like a timeline. How do they start? What chips away at it? When does the shift stick?

Use relationships as arc mirrors. Who challenges them? Enables them? Forces reflection? Internal change is almost never solo.

Revisit the lie. Circle back to it at least three times in escalating intensity. Reminder > confrontation > transformation.

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🌊 bonus pain level: REVERSE THE ARC

Wanna make it really hurt? Set them up for one arc, and give them the opposite. They think they’re growing into a better person. But actually, they’re losing themselves. They think they’re spiraling. But they’re really healing. Let them be surprised. Let the reader be surprised.

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TL;DR: If your plot is a skeleton, your character arc is the nervous system.

The change is the thing. Don’t just dress it up in trauma. Don’t let your character learn nothing. Make them face themselves. And yeah. Make it hurt a little. (Or a lot. I won’t stop you.)

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // plotting pain professionally since forever

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[stillresolved]

continued from here. / @uroborosymphony

Perhaps in another life, had they met earlier, Ara could have been Annie’s sister in all but blood- Choi Yuri, though a sickly woman, would have taken one look at her and considered Jung Ara her third daughter. Taken her in and told her all the things Jung Danbi had said about her weren't true. Not at all. Not that words alone have helped her, not that words of any kind would change the past now. But would it have made a difference for a younger Ara back then though, Annie wonders- could it have curbed the darkness, lighting the way for Ara?

“My…light?” Annie utters lightly, too lightly, with the voice of a wisp between the two of them. Did she even have one in the first place- unlike Ara, Annie wasn’t looking to change the world. She was never looking to be a revolutionary because she would have been content with working as a surgeon. Helping people. Giving Umma the financial stability and love she deserved all those years ago.

But life doesn’t discriminate does it? Neither does death. It didn’t matter if Annie was a stellar student, a promising surgeon on par with the rich medical students who expected their licenses and the title of general surgeon handed to them like the ivory spoons they already had. It didn’t matter if she had no intention of breaking any protocols and had no intention of making any waves. She only survived out of sheer luck, only survived in place of Havel because he had tackled their attackers, yelling for her to run. She only survived the water because Ga-ram happened to notice the air bubbles while passing by.

( It would have been better that way, she does not admit. Drowning. At least her head wouldn’t be so loud with the water in her ears. )

 She flinches involuntarily under Ara’s fingers, firm but warm, even though logically it makes no sense to do so. Annie knows vaguely of the blades and claws Ara unleashes, but she’s never seen them herself, let alone Ara in combat- Annie has only witnessed the aftermath. She sniffles, hands tightly wound around fresh bandages for Ara’s wound now. If they are the only anchor keeping Annie from covering her ears and drowning out anything and everything ( how strange that blades sinking into flesh and bone could be so loud- maybe that’s why they kept going, chopping Havel down piece by piece until it was only his head, the rest of his body in ripped into cubes and shapes with uneven and rigged edges- ). That was the only way to survive back then- if she couldn’t hear their voices, what they were saying about her, they couldn’t do anything to her, she could be safe or at least something like safe.

But Ara speaks and like an animal coaxed out of the den, Annie peers up between to wet bangs and maybe, Ara sees hollow eyes, but something small, something still alive if only by the skin of its teeth, peeks through. Ara speaks of ‘not right’ and the reds and madness so loud that not even the silencers can mute the voices- is that even possible? Even if people like Annie, mad people who they call no good, no good for anyone could band together, who’s to say that even if they could be heard, they would be believed? It feels like a pipe dream, this future Ara speaks firmly of as if it is an inevitability. Hands loosen around the bandages. And what feels even more like an impossibility is-

“Make them pay?” Annie repeats softly, carefully.

An option that Annie had never considered before. But perhaps that is why Ara turned to her life as it is right now- if the law would not give the people the justice or the mercy they need, then the people would have to take it for themselves. And if the law called them ‘criminals’ for it, revenge-seeking mongrels, well, the law only had itself to blame, didn’t it?

Revenge is only a darker shade of justice. 

( A darker shade of red. )

Something new creeps into Annie’s eyes. Is it hope? Or is it craving for revenge? Annie can’t tell. The color of god never made its hue all that obvious.

“How?”

[lucky-clover-gazette]

our Final Boss concept was that snoke was working on a magical item that like. corrupted all force users to Be Evil, just like how he canonically corrupted young ben solo’s brain as a trial run. ben’s redemption is actually well-paced so by the time all the force users in the main cast are aware of this threat and sensing themselves getting corrupted ben is freaking out like “im going to become evil again oh shit” and rey just keeps telling him to go hang out with chewbacca and calm down

just spent three hours verbally outlining a revised star wars sequel trilogy with several nerd friends and i love our version of ben solo that doesn’t exist

[odileeclipse]

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[nottheeconomy]

Spot art made for @traitorszine in collaboration with @myaami !!! I can finally post this!

It was such a stroke of luck matching with the author that wrote one of my favourite Saiou fics! Straight up the best thing to happen out of this zine!!!

D r e a m s d o c o m e t r u e

Read the fic here! The corruption arc is amazing ✨👀 (read it read it read it)

And here’s the concept sketches if anyone wants more of these two in the villains AU! I genuinely do want to see more of them as a villain duo hahahah

[alive-gh0st]

❝Too Far Gone❞

Mark Grayson x Brainrot Girlfriend!Readerᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

˗ˏˋ 𓉘 Part 2 of ”Corruption Complete” 𓉝ˎˊ˗

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🦈 summary: mark’s corruption arc continues. he’s made it to the dark side—but the brainrot never ends. from forced meme bootcamp to cursed movie nights and chaotic friend group crossovers, mark’s peace is officially gone. and now… he might kind of like it?

‪‪🦈 contains: sfw. modern brainrot. fandom jokes. reluctant!mark, chaotic!reader. oliver returns with more menace. debbie thrives. william + rick join the chaos. wine obsessed!debbie. amber vs eve. tiktok audios. cursed AI videos. gacha reactions. passive-aggressive memes. „tragic boy 2.0”

‪‪🦈 wc: 2187

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Mark stared at the whiteboard in front of him like it was written in an alien dialect. Which, to be fair, was only partially inaccurate.

“Okay,” you said brightly, tapping the marker against your palm. “Let’s review: What does it mean if I say ‘she’s giving One Direction in 2013 with a sprinkle of Tumblr Sexy Man pipeline energy’?”

Mark blinked once. Twice.

Oliver leaned forward like a predator scenting fear. “Say it, Mark. Say the answer.”

Mark sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “It… means she’s popular?”

“Popular how?” you challenged. “Contextualize it.”

“She’s… trending?” he tried.

“Wrong,” Oliver said, shaking his head gravely. “You’ve just been hit with a ✨deduction✨.”

He clicked a buzzer. Where it came from, no one knew. Where it went after that, no one wanted to ask.

You turned back to the board, adding another tally to the “Cringe Counter” in red marker. Mark’s score was now dangerously close to being labeled “culturally illiterate.”

“This is so dumb,” he grumbled. “This isn’t even a real language.”

“It is to us,” you and Oliver said in perfect sync.

Mark muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “cult behavior.”

You ignored him, moving to the next slide. A collage of pixelated TikTok reaction memes flashed onto the screen. “Okay, rapid-fire round: What’s the audio for this one?”

Mark squinted. “Is that… a raccoon in a nun outfit?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point,” you snapped.

Oliver gasped. “You don’t know the ‘Father, forgive me, but she was SERVING’ audio?!”

Mark opened his mouth. Closed it. “Why would I ever need to know that?”

“Because one day you might be the raccoon in the nun outfit, Mark,” you said, eyes burning with brainrot conviction.

He slumped back on the couch. “I regret everything.”

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What was supposed to be a calm, relaxing day became a Friday Movie Night. Which, in your (the Graysons’) household, meant one thing:

No peace. No mercy. Only WiFi-fueled chaos.

It started innocently. You were lounging on the couch, half-scrolling and half-plotting dinner, when Debbie offhandedly said, “We should watch something tonight.”

You, of course, took that as a declaration of war.

Ten minutes later, the lights were dimmed, the coffee table was drowning in chips and half-melted gummies, and everyone had been emotionally blackmailed into joining.

(“Mark, you saved the world. You can survive one night of meme cinema.”)

Mark sat like a hostage. William arrived mid-chaos with Rick, who brought snacks and the wrong kind of emotional preparedness. Debbie brought wine. Oliver brought his entire personality.

You? You brought a curated playlist of AI-generated edits that actively offended the concept of linear storytelling.

“Okay,” you announced, remote in hand. “Tonight’s film festival opens with: Edward Cullen breakdancing in front of an explosion to Skyfall.”

“…Why?” Mark asked, already regretting being born.

“Art,” Oliver whispered reverently.

The video began. Within fifteen seconds, Comic Sans text scrolled across the screen:

‘When he says forever but leaves the Minecraft server.’

Rick blinked. “I have so many questions.”

William, eyes wide, leaned in. “And none of them matter.”

The next clip was somehow worse—or better. AI-generated Loki slow dancing with the Riddler at prom while Will Smith stood in the corner like a disappointed gym teacher. The audio? A slowed-down remix of Let It Go over Sandstorm.

No one blinked.

“I hate this,” Mark whispered.

“You’re watching it,” you replied sweetly.

“…Shut up.”

Oliver pulled out a scoring notebook. “Okay, rating time. Editing? 10. Trauma delivery? 12.”

“Is there symbolism?” Rick asked, way too seriously.

“Absolutely,” William said. “The Riddler’s bowtie was a metaphor for late-stage capitalism.”

Even Debbie chimed in with a solid, “The pacing in the Subway Voldemort edit was weird, but I respect the emotional core.”

By the third cursed slideshow, everyone had a ranking system, emotional stakes, and deeply divided opinions about whether or not Gandalf doing a TikTok dance counted as character assassination.

Mark didn’t get up. Didn’t leave. Didn’t even look away. He just sighed.

And for some ridiculously stupid reason?

He didn’t hate it.

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It happened on a Tuesday.

A simple, forgettable Tuesday. Rain outside. Soup on the stove. A blanket of rare peace over the house.

And then Mark opened his mouth.

“You’re being real ‘girl who fell off the swing in 2012 and never emotionally recovered’ right now.”

Silence.

Your spoon hovered mid-air.

Oliver, across the room, slowly turned like an animatronic coming online.

Debbie looked up from her crossword, one eyebrow arched with terrifying accuracy.

“What,” you breathed.

Mark blinked, backtracking immediately. “I mean—not like that. I wasn’t saying you were—It’s just—I saw a TikTok—”

“A TikTok,” Oliver echoed, mouth spreading into a villainous grin. “So you have been studying.”

“I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“You quoted a cultural meme tag with precision,” you gasped. “Unprovoked.”

Mark stood frozen in the kitchen doorway like a raccoon caught in the fridge light.

“I blacked out,” he tried.

“You blacked in,” Oliver corrected, dramatically pointing. “Welcome to the hive mind.”

Debbie didn’t say anything, just sipped her wine with the smugness of a woman watching her son descend into madness she fully supported.

You dramatically slammed your hand on the counter. “You mocked us.”

“I still do.”

“And yet!” you shrieked, gesturing wildly. “You knew what that meant!”

Mark groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “This is your fault.”

“You’re damn right it is.”

Oliver held up the whiteboard from earlier and slapped a gold star beside Mark’s name. “Corruption milestone achieved: accidental meme reference in domestic context.”

“You’ve fallen,” you said softly. “You’re one of us now.”

Mark didn’t respond.

But he did mutter “she’s giving ‘delulu but functioning’” under his breath an hour later.

Oliver tackled him with a celebratory pillow.

You cried actual tears.

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What started as a casual group hang spiraled—as most things in your social circle did—into chaos within twenty minutes.

Amber had stopped by under the innocent promise of “a chill night.” She brought wine, even wore slippers. Her guard was down.

Eve was already there. Cross-legged on the rug, hoodie half-zipped, energy drink in hand like it was liquid law.

Amber settles in with a sigh. “I was promised snacks and serotonin.”

Eve flops down beside her, stealing a chip from Mark’s bowl. “And yet you walked into psychological warfare.”

The TV is paused on a cursed slideshow. The image? A freeze frame of Shrek photoshopped into a Renaissance painting, holding hands with a pixelated Garfield.

The caption reads: “when you and your emotional support cryptid walk into therapy”

Amber groans. “No. Absolutely not.”

Eve perks up. “Why not? That one’s a classic.”

“It’s blasphemy.”

“It’s art.”

“It’s Garfield in a toga.”

“Exactly.”

Amber throws her hands up. “Why is he glowing?”

Mark, exhausted from the last three meme dissections, doesn’t even look up. “Symbolism.”

“Thank you!” Eve beams.

“Don’t encourage her,” Amber mutters, taking a swig of wine.

You sit smugly between them, remote in hand, before asking. “Next slide?”

“Absolutely.” The red-haired girl encouraged.

“I will scream.” Amber promised.

The next image pops up—a tier list ranking internet boyfriends. At the top? Invincible, labeled: ‘tragedy-coded, would cry during WALL-E’

Directly beneath him—Paddington Bear and that guy who fixed his crush’s WiFi in a TikTok once.

Amber squints. “What does this even mean.”

Eve leans in like a scholar. “It’s a commentary on emotional vulnerability in male-coded narratives.”

“You just made that up.”

“I did, and I stand by it.”

William mutters, “I’d date Paddington. He’s stable.”

“That coat? Immaculate.” His boyfriend adds.

Amber glances at you. “Are your friends okay?”

“Absolutely not.”

Oliver, feeling slightly left out, stirs up some drama. “Mark’s at risk of joining the list if he cries during Finding Nemo.”

“I DIDN’T CRY.”

“You sniffled,” Debbie says from the kitchen.

By the end of the night, Eve and Amber are locked in a passionate debate about whether or not liking Remy from Ratatouille is a red flag, William is drawing diagrams to explain meme evolution, and Mark’s soul has visibly left his body.

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It was supposed to be harmless.

A passing moment. A flicker in the chaos.

You hadn’t even meant to record him. Not really.

You were filming Oliver’s dramatic reenactment of the “I’m just a baby!” audio using sock puppets and half of Rick’s hoodie when Mark walked by in the background—bored, hoodie half-on, sipping orange juice straight from the carton.

And then, with zero prompting, he did it.

He hit a trend pose.

Perfectly.

He didn’t even notice he’d done it. Just sipped, blinked, walked off like nothing happened.

Everyone stared.

“…Did he just—?” William whispered.

Oliver stood frozen mid-puppet grab. “Roll it back.”

You did.

And there it was: textbook trend behavior. Down to the head tilt.

“Put that on the internet,” Eve said, eyes wide. “Now.”

“No,” Mark said immediately, from the kitchen.

“Yes,” everyone else said in unison.

You posted it. You didn’t even try to be subtle. The caption?

’when the trauma makes you trendable. #tragedyboy2.0’

By the end of the night, it had 40k views.

By morning, 200k.

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ြ The comments were chaos:

➤“he’s so emotionally charged I could fix him AND he’d thank me”

➤“when you cry to Mitski but still hit a clean pose?? king”

➤“tragedy boy 2.0 just dropped and I’m obsessed”

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Mark stared at your phone, expression blank.

“I didn’t even do anything,” he muttered.

“That’s the point,” Rick said, nodding.

“Tragic aura,” Amber added.

“It’s the silent suffering that sells,” William confirmed, sipping his smoothie.

You handed Mark your phone with a smile. “Congrats. You’re a meme now.”

He stared at the screen.

Then at you.

“…I’m deleting all of your editing apps.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“You need help.”

“YOU TREND IN SILENCE.”

From the hallway, Debbie called out. “Make sure to tag me next time. I’ve got burner accounts ready!”

Mark buried his face in his hands.

Somewhere, a comment called him “WALL-E coded.” Another simply said, “blink twice if you need therapy, blink once if you already went and it didn’t work.”

He blinked once.

The internet cheered.

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It started out as a joke.

A throwaway mention. A cursed sentence uttered in the depths of a late-night scroll session:

“Imagine if there was a Gacha Life video of Nolan betraying Earth.”

You had said it. Mark had groaned. Oliver had gasped.

And twenty minutes later—you were all gathered on the couch, screen mirroring a Gacha reaction video with a thumbnail that read:

“Invincible Characters React to Nolan’s Betrayal (SAD/CRYING/REAL)”

The title card was Comic Sans. The music was royalty-free piano tragedy. The vibes? Devastating.

Mark looked like he was about to walk into traffic.

“Why is my Gacha self crying in the corner?” he asked, horrified.

“Character depth,” you replied.

The video played.

Pixelated Gacha!Debbie gasped in slow motion as Gacha!Nolan punched Gacha!Mark into orbit. A single animated tear rolled down her face and sparkled. The screen flashed:

“TO BE CONTINUED…?”

“Oh my god,” Rick whispered. “They gave it a cliffhanger.”

“Of real history,” William added. “This is art.”

Debbie blinked at the screen. “Wait. That’s supposed to be me?”

“She looks twelve.” Amber said.

Eve raised her martini drink. “I respect the commitment.”

Meanwhile, Gacha!Mark lay motionless on the screen, sparkles and red overlay blood pooling dramatically as a voiceover whispered: “He was just a boy.”

Mark put his head in his hands. “This should be illegal.”

Oliver patted his shoulder. “That’s what makes it so powerful.”

By the end, there was a montage of Gacha!Mark’s “best moments” set to a slowed-down nightcore remix of “My Heart Will Go On.” The subtitles read: “Mark… you were the light in our darkness.”

No one spoke for a solid fifteen seconds.

Then you wiped a fake tear and said, “They got your trauma arc better than the actual writers.”

Mark muttered, “I’m moving out.”

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By now, the “Tragedy Boy 2.0” clip had gone viral enough to birth its own ecosystem—edits, fancams, conspiracy theories.

And Debbie?

Debbie was thriving.

She’d quietly created an account under the name @markgraysondefenseunit, and she was everywhere.

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ြ Commenting on hate:

➥”he looks like he cries after arguments”

╰┈➤ @markgraysondefenseunit: “He resolves his trauma. Do YOU?”

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Debbie hit send, sipped her wine, and smiled like she just ended a war.

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ြ Fighting trolls:

➥“mid hero tbh”

╰┈➤ @markgraysondefenseunit: “Tell that to the asteroid he punched.”

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She cracked her knuckles before typing that one. Felt good.

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ြ Replying to thirst:

➥“me n him rn [photo of two frogs cuddling]”

╰┈➤ @markgraysondefenseunit: “wrap it up sweetie, you’re not his type.”

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Debbie raised an eyebrow, muttered “delusional,” and hit send without flinching.

For her defense—she did tell Mark about it, not her fault everyone thought she was just joking around.

So she stayed silent.

Until the day he scrolled through comments on his own post and paused.

“…Why does one of these accounts call me ‘my brave little meatball’?”

You smiled, innocent. “Huh. Weird.”

Oliver snorted into his juice.

From the kitchen, Debbie sipped her wine.

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a/n: this was supposed to be short. it was not. it got out of hand. again. also—did anyone clock my weird obsession with Tuesdays or are we all just politely ignoring it? be honest.

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[blood-orange-juice]

Ray speaks the truth again.

A reminder that melusines were modelled after Jorunna parva sea slugs, also known as sea bunnies.

[bibibbon]

MHA chapter 430

Finally the last chapter has arrived and ... Well it's underwhelming at best.

I already knew I wasn't going to like this chapter considering how things went in previous arcs but I just feel underwhelmed and indifferent.

So Izuku loses his quirk and then becomes a quirkless hero. I don't know this seems so.... Underwhelming no that's not the word so bleak, gloomy and sad?!?! I also hate the concept of iron Izuku with a passion!!!

Ochako starts a new quirk counselling campaign. This is good but it took that long?!?! I guess hawks was incompetent

All might and izuku parallels/foils will be forever going and I love that izuku used his analysis skills for the kid and I suppose hori tried to go with everyone can be a hero one way or another because the title of a hero isn't just based on the job heroics but how someone helps and saves people but I think that failed in execution.

I sense a change to momo's costume design. I like it

Wait so even ✨I can't stop twinkling✨ yuuga became a hero?!?! I thought he dropped out of the hero course and went to do something else.

Wait didn't shigaraki say he wanted to destroy everything??!? Shigaraki's goal never actually developed into a proper one where he wanted to destroy society and the aspects that hurt him. Well it kinda of did since he wanted to kill all might/destroy the pillar of society but that wouldn't cure the corruption and all that hurt others and shigaraki so why is Hori using it as a way to make it like shigaraki destroyed and izuku rebuilt?!?!

Kota is going to UA!!! Eri is going to a different high school in general

The leauge got a horrible end and the only thing we do know is that spinner wrote a book, compress is out of prison and read the book and that's it.

Well best thing that came out of this chapter was that

No ships were confirmed!!!

Bakugo didn't become number one and was just eluded to dropping down the ranks for his aggressive behaviour

Izuku managed to beat the fast food worker allegations and became a teacher and a pro hero

I think horikoshi forgot about izukus father but there was no point in seeing a deadbeat like that anyway.

[bardic-tales]

Introducing Kayla Grace Winters, the Whore of Babylon

Warnings: death, religious trauma, parental loss, apocalyptic themes, divine pregnancy, violent death, body horror, demonic/angelic warfare

🌙 Name: Kayla Grace Winters 🔮 Age: 20 👤 Gender: Female 🌌 Fandom: Fantasy Worlds Collide (FWC) 🌟 Ship: Kayla x Alexander Maloney (Michael) (Kalayder) 📅 Date of Birth: February 29th, 2004 👼 Mother: Rachel Winters 👹 Father: Benjamin Winters 👨 Surrogate Father: Peter (Order of Divvik) 🎭 Faceclaim: Kathryn Love Newton

Character Overview

Kayla Grace Winters is a holy knight of divine prophecy: child of a massacre, heir to the Book of Revelation, and future mother to the messianic Cassian Winters. After surviving a demonic incursion in her hometown at age five, she is taken in by the Sovereign Military Order of Divvik and trained for a sacred war she doesn’t understand.

Guided by Peter and eventually drawn into a prophesied bond with Knight-Commander Alexander Maloney (the human incarnation of the archangel Michael), Kayla is a warrior of contradictions: rebellious yet devout, reckless yet radiant. Her story climaxes not with salvation, but with annihilation, as she is slain by a goddess of destruction and rebirth.

Character Overview

🌟 Persona: Kayla is Chaotic Good to her core: bold, impulsive, and carried by heart over hierarchy. She's the kind of woman who will kiss a boy in the rain, stab a demon in the gut, and climb a crumbling cathedral all in the same hour. Her strength lies in her refusal to accept fate passively. She claws for truth even when it burns. Her fatal flaw is recklessness, but it’s the same spark that makes her fearless in battle and defiant in love. She matures from a zealous trainee into a figure who owns her role in Revelation not with shame, but pride. She is an agent of apocalypse, but also its conscience.

🎭 Personality: A classic ENFP, Kayla is charismatic, idealistic, and emotionally volatile. Her past haunts her, but doesn’t chain her. She challenges authority constantly: not for rebellion’s sake but because she believes systems must earn her loyalty. Despite her hardened training, she retains a strange tenderness for beauty and music, and she treats her sword like a living friend. Her voice is often the first raised in protest, and the last voice whispering comfort after war. Love for her is not a distraction. It’s the axis her revolution spins on.

💑 Transcendent Bond: Her connection with Alexander Maloney — her commander, her celestial angel, and her opposite — is the soul of her arc. What begins as reverence becomes rivalry, then unbearable love. Their bond is not just romantic. Together they birth Cassian, a child of flesh and flame who turns the tide of Revelation's prophecy. Through Alexander, Kayla learns what it means to be chosen not by heaven, but by another person.

⚔️ Courage in Conflict: Kayla rushes toward conflict, driven by a core belief that she was meant to make a difference, even if that difference means dying. Her sword, Luxoriel, gleams brightest when her friends are threatened. She leads with intuition more than strategy and often at great cost. But her courage is unwavering. She kills gods. She challenges angels. She dies standing.

✨ Likes & Dislikes

Likes: classic rock, speed, swordsmanship, ancient texts, the smell of burning incense, meteor showers

Dislikes: liars, confinement, being coddled, demons, institutional corruption

🌿 A Soul of Many Hobbies

Stargazing, motorcycle rides at dawn, collecting sacred relics and cursed objects, cooking as grounding ritual, journaling in margins of holy books

Powerset Overview

💫 Powers and Abilities: Kayla is divinely gifted with True Sight, allowing her to perceive illusions, corrupted souls, and demons. Her blade, Luxoriel, is an extension of her sanctified soul. Luxoriel is blessed, silver, and forged for judgment. She moves at supernatural speed during battle, and her aura weakens dark forces. Though her divine spark lies dormant, it pulses stronger with every step toward her destiny. Her skill set is rooted in both holy tradition and raw instinct: rituals, prayers, and martial prowess.

💔 Weaknesses: Recklessness defines her fate. She rushes into danger, burns bridges with authority, and emotionally implodes under grief.

🌠 Key Moments in Kayla’s Journey:

Survives the massacre of Broken Bow and is adopted by Peter of Divvik

Becomes a top apprentice in the Holy Order and discovers her divine sight

Bonds with Alexander Maloney, the archangel Michael in mortal form

Conceives Cassian, the child of prophecy who shatters Heaven’s lies

Transforms into the Whore of Babylon: executioner of corrupted kings and false prophets

Leads the End Times rebellion and topples the apocalyptic empire

Slain by Bianca Moore during the Kilonova Crisis, the divine reset of all existence

🌟 Themes:

Apocalypse and Rebirth

Motherhood as Power

Prophecy vs. Choice

Holy Rage and Defiant Love

Legacy Through Oblivion

Feminine Wrath as Sacred

Sacrifice Without Recognition

@themaradwrites @shepardstales @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon @projecthypocrisy @serenofroses

@sapphirothcrescent @tolliver-j-mortaelwyver

[mycaptainjones]

Light/dark, ✨cosmic connection✨, corruption arc - they really have it all.

Here’s hoping for more in s2!

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 15th December ✨

I listened to so much audio drama this week and have so many thoughts!! 🫨

🌨��� @thewhitevault (15) First off all, PSA: someone has been leaving negative comments on Spotify instead of hitting pause and moving on with their life like a normal person would. I personally love the split focus between Goshawk and Cairo and really feel like we’re getting closer to finding out what is actually happening to the sites. Sure, it’s a different kind of tension, but if the show followed the same formula every season it wouldn’t be the best in the game, would it? If everyone could show some love to TWV this week, that would be good!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (177) damn, I’m sorry but I think Mx Wellman needs to teach action-writing because these scenes are so tense but also fluid and easy to follow! I guess we finally know who the quartet are? I think I had been hoping that it wasn’t going to be the people we knew a little as kids but . . . isn’t that just the way in life that people you knew as children grow up and join a corrupt system of oppression that allows them to perpetrate harm!! Shank remains such an interesting character, of course he’s going to go for the Sheriff’s dpt now, why not! And the actual pig memories made my heart hurt a little. 

🔎 @224bbaker (13) Had a relisten this week for the general release and, my god, there are too many banger lines in this ep to list them all but no context giggles include: “Push that down, James, it’s probably nothing.” & “balancing the egos of the hogs, you get it”. ALSO thank god for the transcript because tell me why I initially re-evaluated McMurphy as a character when I thought I was referring to his ex: “Joe Caster” 😭😂 Oops. I love Madge’s arc so far this season - so interesting to have a female lead who has some growing to do in the equality department. And a great gentle reminder for us all to stop appeasing the people holding us down xo 

🦋 @remnantspod (19) Another fantastic ep! That heart sinking feeling moments into meeting the teacher! Damn, that’s good writing!! Also, if we’re weighing in on whether someone should be judged on their own terms if they make those terms clear and exacting - I don’t think it is actually possible to judge someone without your own bias affecting your judgement. Now, the current almost-clean-slate of the Apprentice makes this interesting but immediately Sir asks him to compare Adelaide to Sid. Can one judge without comparison?? I don’t think so? Maybe the poor Apprentice was just relieved to have someone finally give some guidance on how to measure a soul. I also found it veryyyy interesting that the Apprentice chose to discard this remnant. It did come across a little bit churlish to me, as though he chose to do that to piss Sir off. But it did remind me of his reaction to Jonny in ep 2. Clearly murder is a touchy subject. . . 

🎙️WTNV (258 & 259) Listening to Night Vale is always such an easy little treat for me. Sounds like Steve is about to bite off a bit more than he can chew with a car company that’s literally called detour. 

🧋 @hinaypod (25&26) Ooough spooky dolls are spooky! My heart just about tied itself in knots hearing Donner and Mari reconnect and him realise she already had a Halloween Date. Then it froze hearing Mari sob 😭 she’s MY goodly witch and you need to stop making her cry!!! 

🗺 @tales-from-the-low-city (13) Absolutely gripping!! It might just be me, but I feel like this season is much darker in tone compared to last and this tale about a Fallen assassin fits right in. I adored the music, it added so much to the tension of the writing without being distracting. Loved it. 

🍾 @ameliapodcast (38) I love the fantastical eps as much as the plausible ones!! Truth serum, eh? I can’t wait to find out how this goes wrong 😂

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (Q+A part 1) so lovely to hear Hero AND Matt answering the questions. The chat about working to deadlines and making peace with producing lots of work that is good but, most-importantly, finished is …. Really something to think about… I also definitely noticed when Óli disappeared from the polls 😂 it was fun to make the choices more mysterious!! 

Have a good week, everyone!!

[karioke13]

My Transformers One thoughts!!!

✨Spoiler free✨

Holy moly this movie was just so…WOW!!! Before I start with my thoughts, I would like for y’all to know that I’ve never been this hyped for a movie in a long time! I was so excited I was shaking from excitement that my family kept asking if I was okay! 😂

Ok now to my thoughts. First off, I just want to mention how good the voice acting was. Chris Hemsworth did such a phenomenal job as Orion Pax, later Optimus Prime. Whenever his character gave a speech, I was crying because of how amazing and inspiring it was. And Orion in general was just so adorable and fun to watch! Now Brians voice acting was spine chilling! His decent from good friend who sticks to protocols to becoming the revenge seeking Megatron just flowed ever so nicely! The writers did an incredible job with his villain arc. Plus, Brians voice acting just made it even more incredible! And Michael Keegan as Bumblebee was ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS! My mom loved him she thought he was so funny! He was kinda, sweet and always willing to help his friends. The chemistry that Optimus and Elita have with each other was *chefs kiss* you can tell she really cared for him throughout the whole movie! Everyone’s chemistry with each other was amazing!!! Every single character had such well done chemistry with the others, showing the good writing in this movie!

Now the music and animation, was OFF THE CHARTS. They both flowed so well together. The music made me feel so teary eyed because of how beautiful was! It made you really feel in the moment. And the animation was absolutely STUNNING! Seriously yall, shoutout to all the animators for doing such an amazing job with the animation style. It was just so incredible. So if you are really into animation and/or music definitely check this movie out!!

And finally the plot in this film. I swear this plot is absolutely heartbreaking in this movie. So many moments that make you feel. The friendship bond between Orion Pax and D-16 to the long known enemies Optimus Prime and Megatron was simply so sad to watch. And it really makes you feel hooked to the story watching D-16 going through his good guy to bad guy transformation. It really makes you feel for the guy. There were also so many dark moments too which was pretty shocking but honestly pretty valid for the story and I like how they didn’t try to shy away from all that. The writers really embraced it, show the horrors and the reality of war, corruption and betrayal. Honestly, I haven’t been this hooked on a plot for a movie in a long long time!

I had so much fun watching this movie. It made me feel like a little kid again, getting excited about a movie and what will happen and why the characters change. Seriously shoutout to everyone person who worked in this movie yall did an amazing job! I’m really considering watching this movie because of how good this movie was. 10/10 movie rating for me. I definitely recommend yall to watch this amazing movie, it has such amazing characters as well as a really good lesson from this movie! I can’t wait for more of this Transformers story! I had a really good time! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Also I brought my Optimus Prime plushie and my Bumblebee funko pop, along with my new Transformers One shirt to the movies with me! And I also took some pictures during the movie as well! (No spoilers i promise!!) Have a look! 🤗

[lamemaster]

Elves/Valar suffering from FOMO

AN: Mindless little ramble to decrease my fomo of Valinor lol (Should this be in an interview format? I messed up)

Intro:

Another quest has taken root in the lands of Middle-earth. With the elves gone, this one falls squarely on the shoulders of the mortals of Arda.

This, however, is a sore point for many inhabitants of the Blessed Realm.

No, of course, they don’t want to be involved. They’re far too weary, far too old for such things...

(Lies.)

✨Glorfindel ✨

The Balrog Slayer is so not weary enough to skip praying for a third respawn. Like a movie franchise that never disappoints or Mariah Carey in winter, Glorfindel was made for Middle-earth. When another quest stirs on the horizon, he’s the most restless elf of them all.

Just send him already. Please.

Until then, he’ll be sitting in a bleak corner, chewing his nails and staring dramatically into the void, waiting for the next adventure to come his way.

💅🏻Thranduil💅🏻

This elf is not an adventure Barbie. He’s a full-time drama queen.

Thranduil, the sassiest king of the elves, deserves to know what’s happening across Middle-earth. As one of the last elves to leave, the thought of missing an opportunity to stir up trouble for any hero is an unbearable woe he’s forced to endure.

🔥Feanor🔥

He was supposed to have the ultimate revenge arc. But no. Instead, he’s been robbed of his moment. Blud died in the next chapter. Burnt to crisp lol.

Feanor is insanely jealous of Bilbo and Frodo for completing their grand adventures, and so he powers the entire Hall of Mandos’ electricity with the sheer force of his annoyance.

If there’s another quest with a dark lord on the rise, expect his metaphorical knickers to be in a twist.

🤛🏻Tulkas🤛🏻

This one doesn’t need an explanation. He’s the Vala of War.

Tulkas lives for that “found family” feel. Also, any chance to scare the ever-living daylight out of the corrupted ones? Sign him up. He hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about being kept from the chaos, but it’s this close.

It's been damn long since the War of Powers people!

⚓Earendil⚓

An adrenaline junkie at heart, Earendil has been suspended from quests since his first and only one. He’s salty about it.

Worse still, like Hurin, he’s stuck watching all the fun happen without ever getting to participate. At least he got a brief serotonin boost when Galadriel sent a little bit of him with Sam. Small mercies.

👱🏻‍♀️Galadriel👱🏻‍♀️

She just wants to be the cryptic, mysterious lady with her magic mirror. Is that too much to ask?

Slightly peeved when Goldberry takes the limelight. Tries to act unbothered, but deep down? Hurt AF.

🐩Finrod🐩

Our sweet Nom aspires to rip wargs to shreds by day and play music for men by night. He’s the ultimate golden retriever of the Eldar.

Don’t leave him out of the group gatherings. Please. He’ll pout.

🔨Aule🔨

With most of his Maiar getting corrupted, Aule has seriously considered moving his headquarters. Not for the first time.

It’s not just to be closer to his little smith babies (the dwarves). Okay, maybe a little. But mostly? He wants to finally craft some good freaking rings. Because no, Mairon, an all-powerful ring with vanishing engravings is not enough.