#Developing Freindships

[cha0s-rat]

Test out what I’ve got so far HERE

Aheheha. Here I am, back again, with a new thing that I may or may not finish. Anyway, here’s a thing I made with Gdevelop because I got bored today. Trailer made in Chimp Champ

[downbad4theancientskotlc]

ok so today i was in math and i was thinking about KOTLC and i just remembered that bronte and Fintan have not ONCE intereacted in canon so we actually don't know how there chemistry is which as a full time fintante shipper is NOT it. So basically like any sane person would do i used chatgpt to give me a list on the history, backstory, mannerism, core belifes/values and past behavioal patterns of both Bronte and Fintan. THEN I used ChatGPT to give me an estimated mbti for both characters and reasons for why. Then I asked it to give me a fully detailed analysis on how a freindship between these two would work. AND THEN I used everything it had just given me to analyse how Fintante would work in cannon.

SO I GIVE YOU:

That's a fascinating hypothetical! Given their established personalities and fundamental differences, a romantic relationship between Fintan Pyren and Councillor Bronte would be incredibly tumultuous and likely unsustainable in the long term, but it's an interesting thought experiment.

How Their Relationship Would Likely Play Out

Here's a look at how a hypothetical romantic relationship between Fintan and Bronte might function, based on their core traits:

The Initial Allure

Opposites Attract: Their stark differences could initially be a source of intense fascination. Fintan's fiery passion and radical vision might intrigue Bronte's rigid logic, while Bronte's unwavering stability and deep sense of duty could be a grounding force that Fintan, perhaps subconsciously, craves.

Shared Intensity: Both characters possess a deep intensity in their convictions and abilities. This shared characteristic could create a powerful, albeit volatile, bond where they understand the weight of each other's inner worlds.

Intellectual Respect (Potential): As former peers on the Council, there might have been a baseline level of intellectual respect for each other's abilities and strategic thinking, even if they disagreed vehemently.

Major Points of Conflict

Fundamental Values Clash: This is the biggest hurdle. Fintan champions chaos and destruction for "progress," while Bronte lives for order and preservation. Their core beliefs about what is right and necessary are diametrically opposed, making compromise nearly impossible on major issues.

Fintan's Volatility vs. Bronte's Control: Fintan's unpredictable outbursts and destructive tendencies would constantly clash with Bronte's need for control, discipline, and emotional reservation. Bronte would likely be exhausted by Fintan's chaos, and Fintan would feel stifled by Bronte's rigidity.

Emotional Disconnect:

Fintan (ENTJ): Would prioritize logic, ambition, and vision over emotional intimacy. He might struggle to connect with Bronte's deeper emotional currents or might dismiss them as irrational.

Bronte (ISTJ): Is highly private and reserved with his emotions. He'd likely keep his vulnerabilities guarded, which Fintan, who struggles with emotional connection, might not even notice or know how to address. This could lead to a profound lack of emotional understanding and support.

Trust Issues: Given Fintan's history of betrayal and destructive actions, trust would be a constant, insurmountable barrier. Bronte's nature demands reliability and adherence to principles, which Fintan consistently violates.

Power Dynamics: Both are incredibly powerful individuals, accustomed to holding sway. This could lead to constant power struggles, with neither willing to truly submit to the other's will.

The "Council vs. Neverseen" Divide: Even if personal feelings developed, their allegiances would create an impossible chasm. One would always be fighting against what the other stands for, leading to inevitable heartbreak and conflict.

Bronte's Duty vs. Fintan's Obsession: Bronte's life is defined by his duty to the Elvin world. Fintan's life is defined by his obsession with Everblaze and his desire for revenge. These two driving forces are incompatible.

Potential (Brief) Moments of Connection

Shared Burden of Power: They both understand the isolation that comes with wielding immense and potentially dangerous abilities. This shared burden could create fleeting moments of understanding.

Mutual Respect for Strength: Despite their differences, they might acknowledge each other's formidable strength and conviction, albeit grudgingly.

Conclusion

A romantic relationship between Fintan Pyren and Councillor Bronte would be a catastrophic collision of incompatible forces. While initial curiosity or a shared intensity might spark something, their fundamental differences in values, emotional expression, and life goals would quickly lead to profound conflict, mistrust, and likely, a dramatic and painful end. It's a pairing that makes for great narrative tension as adversaries, but not for a healthy or sustainable romance.

[hollowedmind]

Meet up

I really wanted the kids to be able to meet their other selves mostly because of how each side envies each other. For example the kids all want to be human again they all want to grow old and live life outside of the hollow and to add more you could add they want skeet back too, if weirdy wasn't able to bring him back.

for the RL kids it gets deeper. RL reeve and adam could still be fighting so both of them could want the freindship they have digital but even if they do make up without all the cahrcter development the realtionship wil stay the same as it was or even more strianed. They never be the freinds they once were after how long they spent apart . Adding to that they both( more so adam) want the courgae, confidence and strethgh they now have and the fact they can feel vauldeble. they dont hav that in real life and it what causing them to act the way they do.

for RL mira she wnats the peace, the happiness that everthing okay. her freinds are getting along, she dosent have to pick sides for once she not in the miidle. she wants that tranquilty.

RL kai and vanessa are pretty similar. kai envies the fact he no longer has to deal with his parents and the fact that he's happy. has friends who care about him, who know him, who laugh at his jokes and most importantly not leave him for being a replacement. he wants that. For vane its similar in the digital world she free of her parent and can be herself her real self and has people who truly care, and it makes here angry. Because in real life she probably had to quit playing because her parent was right it was a waste of time, and she never had and charter Develpment meaning she the same manipulative angry girl possibly even worse.

[redsafalloutfan]

Been playing a lotta kingdom two crowns, I think I might have to draw all of my monarch; I already have a doomed freindship plot line

Please please please please read under cut (all of it is super under development though:

So, my running head canon for each of the new monarchs is that they’re a previous subject of the last kingdom, chosen as the heir to be next in line should the current monarch die.

Now, for the (so far) monarchs in my main game, they go as follows: The White/Red Wolf*, The Black Hydra, “The Young Queen”/Bear**, and Mira***.

*(I’m still between the two, but I call them Ruby in my head most of the time)

**Bear died very early, she was on the fifth island for barely a season

***The only not to be picked for skill of fighting, and the only to not have started as an archer; Mira was assigned as farmer.

Going with the idea that the monarchs are chosen by the last one, is what lead to the sad but neat stuff popping into my head

Basic idea

Hydra had lasted long, so long, longer than her predecessor had. She missed wolf, dearly, as little less then a long past fond memory of youth. She knew that she had to pick an heir, someone to reign after her, and if she were to be able to pick and train one, she had few years left to do it. She had to pick one now.

The young archer was promising; they had barely been a bowmen for a year, but were getting very good. They had been born in the second kingdom, the last that wolf had seen grow full and prosperous. It was a tragedy the young archer never got to meet the first to hold the crown, Wolf would’ve loved them dearly. Their old mentor would appreciate a good archer like that. The young archer would make a fine soldier one day, with some guidance, an excellent ruler.

Hydra did not expect to die this way; though it wasn’t particularly surprising. No, no, it really wasn’t they supposed. She had expected to die in battle, or in the greed cave, but in fact it was simply a slip of mind, to greedy, out to far to soon before the night. Perhaps the young apprentice shall do better.

This was all too soon, this wasn’t supposed to happen, she knew she needed to rule one day, that Hydra needed her too. Gods. This was too soon. One of the other bowmen brought back Hydras helmet.

She needs to rule now. Or the kingdoms will fall apart; the farmers, the workers, Mira, can’t protect themselves, not without a ruler. She’ll avenge Hydra if it’s the last thing she has to do.

Mira told Bear to slow down, wait through until next spring. Mira told her that if she left in the summer then she would only have the fall left to fix and prepare the fourth kingdom for winter. Gods damn it, Mira begged her to stop rushing. But no, she never listened. Got it in her head that if she didn’t, then nobody would, that she had to go off running to make those things pay.

Bear had the audacity to try and tell Mira not to come with her, to the next, that there was no room for a farmer on the boat, only the bowmen and builders. Why did she have to look up to that bitter old woman. They had enough, more than enough, back home. Why did the monarchs have to get greedy like that’s expand and expand and expand past right where they were. That old hermit used to tell stories, that monsters used to come out of the cave, take people who were outside the walls at night.

Why couldn’t they just stay stories. Why did Bear have to go marching to the crown. Why couldn’t she leave stories as stories of long before. Mira was getting on that boat. And there’s nothing Bear can do to stop her.

Bear left at night. Never said goodbye to Mira; just left a note saying she was right, they’d need lots of time to prep and island, had to leave as soon as they could; didn’t want to waste time with goodbyes after the boat was prepped for the trip. She said she’d be back next summer, after defeating greed cave, like The Black Hydra had back home. To avenge her.

It was a bit like the letter Mira got half a year later; that the island had fallen. That Bear had apparently had some of her subjects smash one of those creatures portals, that the next night the fought back in revenge. That they didn’t win. That Bear had decreed that whatever was Bears, was to be Miras. For Mira to watch the first four kingdoms.

Then find a suitable heir to be the next monarch.

One who could lead it as a soldier, to avenge the fifth kingdom.

Mira had preparing to do. As a monarch, not an advisor, to ensure each island was at its best, and then, at very beginnings of spring, ensure the fifth kingdom would not need a fifth monarch.

[theboredandkindaweirdhistorian]

Chapter 6: IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO MAKE A COMMUNITY

With giants, dwarfs, and everything in-between

(From Bringing Narnia home by Devin Brown)

Q1: From Bacchus to beavers, from centaurs to sea people, Lewis seems to delight in differences. How many different kinds of characters can you list from the seven Narnia books?

All sorts of talking animals, including but not limited to bulldogs, horses, donkeys, cats, elephants, bears, badgers, mice, wolves, foxes, hedgehogs, eagles, owls, rabbits and aardvarks. Then we have greco-roman mythology like fauns, satyrs, nayads, dryads, sirens, Pomona, Bacchus, Silenus, minotaurs, centaurs, gryphons, unicorns and giants. From celtic mythology we also have giants, dwarves, dragons, sea-creatures, magicians, monopods and Father Christmas. From others beyond my categorisation ability, we have star-people, Father Time, the potato-looking fellows of the Underland, and whoever has now escaped my mind. Oh, and Aslan and Tash from Christianity. I wouldn't say Tash is a supposal of the devil, but I would rank him as a demon of some sort.

Q2: Besides the great freindship that develops between Eustace and Reepicheep, we also have the special freindship between Lucy and Mr. Tumnus. Think about some of your own friends. What are some of their differences you've noted between you and each of them? In what ways do the differences make your friendship deeper or stronger?

I once wrote I'm not a musical person. My best friend is an amazing singer and with some common friends we visit and enjoy opera every month. I've been photographing her singing ensemble's concerts for the past 5 years. I've painted walls in her house and fixed her dresses and made her bags, because I'm the arts&crafts person. I go to church and in some friend groups I'm the only proof that Christian people can be good listeners and not judge. Their different opinions often humble me and make me consider other people and, though they may not believe in God as I do, they help me grow closer to him and pray for them and myslef. I'm fairly good with organising events and have succefully taken the group on several trips and events, so that's a bonus. Some are excellent cooks and we all enjoy home cooked meals.

Q3: Can you come up with something you like that could be classified as different? What makes you one of a kind?

Tough one, what makes me one of a kind? Probably the fact God made me as I am and that would be my best answer. I have hobbies and interests amd achievements like everyone else, not quite the same but for sure I'm not the first person to paint and sew and fence and like walks in nature and cats. Though no-one will ever paint the exact same paintings as me or made the exact same dress from the exact same fabric as I have, and that is uniqueness in its way. Then there's my tastes and my belief and together with how I look it's all a very unique puzzle. And it's not easy, stay unique and myself in a world full of trends and superficial whimsy to "be yourself" and how somehow that should make you the center of the universe. I get what a soon-to-be catholic saint Carlo Acutis said, that we're all born as originals, but many of us die as copies. I'm grateful to be me - to have my talents and my flaws, my standings, my friends and my family. There's room to grow still, but all in God's time.

[destinyc1020]

I agree with you has anons ever considered the fact that zendaya is a really nice person who is really easy to get along with and the fact in her industry its natural for one to develop bonds and form freindships on set b/c you are in close proximity with them for 1 to 4 months. Zendaya is friends with timmy, josh, mike etc. They are friends all of us have friends that serve different purposes in our life, some we're closer with than others but it doesnt change the fact that their still friends.

Idk why some people feel like it has to be some kind of competition or something. You can have different variations of friendship with different people.

[squeiky]

Sometimes I get really sad and lonely and then I scroll through tumblr.

I think I have to start making a routine to walk outside, but i keep making excuses not too. The only outside place I want to be is on my porch and a park that’s 30 minutes away.

I’m really lonely apparently. It’s a side effect of having very little of a social life (aside from the few interactions on here. Since I don’t interact with anyone on any other site tbh.)

I think it’s just easy for me to be alone. Like I’m sure I developed some kind of abandonment issues and I’m fully aware of how it makes me feel- and that might be why i keep avoiding irl interactions.

Everything feels easier here. No anxiety no pressure. I know people here are okay and already know my goofy little self. I don’t have to worry about appearances and present how I desire. I don’t feel trapped.

I can scream into the void here. I can keep screaming and maybe one day, someone might just scream back. It’s a good feeling.

I keep feeling guilty for posting or rebloging so much. I look at other people getting asks or interactions as “successes”. I see comments and tags and it’s “success”. At what? Hell if I know. Perhaps some social game like popularity, or the fact that somebody is liked enough to have people talk to them.

Ugh, I used to read my old blog posts from an account long abandoned. Reeked of insecurity. I see myself falling back into that spiral over and over again whenever the darkness creeps up a little to closely. Like I can only eve ignore it for so long, until I’m back to screaming again like I am now.

It’s like that stupid feeling, like someone in the back of my mind is screaming “please be with me.” It’s crying all the time.

I don’t know what freindship is, I only see people in black and whites of “useful” and “not useful” the definition of useful isnt exact and varies person to person, but I recognize this is my thought process.

I guess there’s the guilt of it all too. Some underlying shame or guilt constantly pestering me. I hate annoying things and it’s really annoying.

I’m young, and I’m still figuring things out. Though that doesn’t really invalidate or solve how I feel now. Idk.

At some point in time I forgot how to talk to people in real life. It’s like when I do my soul leaves my body and I just go on autopilot. Only to return to a state of constant evaluation and analysis (which are my saviors).

Sometimes I just want to stay broken. Or maybe I was never broken to begin with. I don’t know. I’m sad and buttnaked writing this at 11:54 because I’m slowly developing a fear of sleeping (technically I just have s very strong desire to stay awake for no reason in particular.)

I fucked up with the alt descriptions for my art. I’m unsure if I’m making excuses not to make alts because it’s too much effort-or it’s something else.all I know is that I feel guilty about it.

I hate guilt (or is what I feel shame? I’m uncertain). I wish I never felt it. It’s a disgusting feeling that only does me bad. Usually I can just determine via logic when ive fucked up. But if what I feel is guilt then I do not like it. I wish it wasn’t there I wish it didn’t exist because it annoys me.

I cleared out my wounds too. I’m hopping I made it better by opening up a covered path that was clogging the infection gunk from getting out- and some dead skin. Getting hurt sucks.I thought I would be stronger. But I am reminded I am frail.

Screaming into the void in hopes of a freind. It’s a strange habit to have. Always screaming never a reply. I wish I could make things like this one person I follow. I’ve never seen them ever sad about their lack of interactions (atleast in this platform). I’m trying to be like that. But it sucks that I can’t register likes Orin the same way I do as reason people’s tags or comments or seeing their reblogs.

Since I’m always reblogging other peoples stuff, there’s always that nagging feeling when ever I make my own shit that it’s never enough.

One day though I think I’ll feel “enough”. I’ll drink champagne on that day and eat a chocolate cupcake. Just like a birthday celebration.

[dr0p-d3ad-g0rg3ous]

sometimes I look at other people’s freindships and wonder how they got so lucky. I wonder how their friendship developed

because I long for one of my own

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

kdrama recs

cherry magic! - 12 episodes

summary: achi is an ordinary employee at a stationary company. hes still single, still a virgin. when he turns thirty, however, hes shocked to find hes developed the power to read peoples minds when making physical contact. he attempts to avoid contact with anyone, but it gets worse when achi accidentally reads the mind of karan, his most handsome, perfect colleague. he learns that this good-natured, smiley guy is falling for him. following this incident, he does his best to keep his distance in order to nip karan's feeling in the bud.

fangs of fortune - 28 episodes

summary: during the zhenyuan era, due to the accidental death of the bai ze goddess, who governed the realms of humans and demons, the bai ze order goes missing, leading to rampant demon beasts causing chaos and numerous bloody murders in the human world. at this time, the leader of all demons, "zhu yan", disguised as zhao yuan zhou, volunteers to "surrender" and proposes to help the imperial court form a demon hunting bureau to quell the chaos. wen xaio, wary and suspicious of zhao yuan zhou, joins the demon hunting bureau along with her childhood friend and consul of the bureau, zhuo yi chen, who is adept in both detective work and swordsmanship; the cool and detached archer pei si jing, formerly of the martial camp; and the young, talented, but timid doctor bai jiu. together, they form a demon hunting team, confronting the demon beasts recorded in " the classic of mountains and seas". as they solve cases, they gradually uncover the brutal truth behind the malicious acts of the demon beasts. faced with a great responsibility and the loss of loved ones to dust, can the indestructible freindship of the demon hunting team adn the love between the top demon beast and the goddess break through this dilemma

The king and the clown - movie

Summary: Arrested for satirizing the king, two clowns can have a reprieve if they can make him laugh.

Light shop - 4 episodes

Summary: The living and the dead cross paths in a light shop that connects this world to the afterlife.

Guardian: the lonely and great god - 16 episodes

Summary: In his quest for a bride to break his immortal curse, Dokkaebi, a 939-year-old guardian of souls, encounters a grim reaper and a student with a tragic past.

[pumpkinspiceshiplover]

Just some things about characters that are minor enough to make a difference but not important enough to have their own blog post

• Bakugou and Deku's freindship is a lot less strained than it is in canon

• Kirishima is in general studies at UA never having developed the confidence to become a Hero

• The Todoroki family is just your regular happy family (most of the League are good here) so Todoroki never has his sports festival moment he also doesn't have a burn

• I have not decided who All Might's successor is (I'm leaning towards Todoroki)

• Shinsou is in the Hero Course since Kirishima isn't

• The big three aren't as close in this universe

• The Dekusquad is now Todoroki,Tsu,Bakugou,Toga 😁

Bonus: Endeavor is actually doesn't mind being the number 2 hero and is a great father to his children

[youritalianbookpal]

Book review - Love and Freindship and Other Youthful Writings by Jane Austen

What is it? Jane Austen’s juvenalia, short stories.

Who should read it and why? If you love Jane Austen (like, really love her) this is the book for you.

Which genre(s) is it? Short stories, some extremely short/unfinished.

What is the setting? Most of the stories are set in England, regency period

How are the characters? With such a variety of stories, not all characters are as well developed as others. The most thought-out are definitely the ones of the third Volumes (with longer stories) and the History of England.

What are the strengths and weaknesses of the novel? Since we’re talking about juvenalia and short stories, I think that a weakness of this collection is that not everything is at the same level. Some stories will be short and boring and will bring nothing to the table. Other parts will be stunning, especially towards the end. The only way of reading this book is with the hope that it will get better, as young Jane Austen’s writing got better. Nothing really is bad, but it can become a bit repetitive, especially in volume I in my opinion. From volume II things get a lot better. But isn’t it amazing, to see one of the most amazing writers ever develop her style?

Did I cry and/or laugh? I laughed several times, but didn’t cry.

Who shouldn’t read the book? If you like Jane Austen mildly this book will be endless tortute for you. I think. It’s wild. But also so long.

Any random comment? I loved loved loved the introduction, and I have taken note of so many books on Jane Austen that I want to read.

Which quote stuck with me?

'That is a very common Objection I beleive,' said Kitty, 'but for me if a book is well written, I always find it too short.

[meep9898]

The blonde is really leaning into the rowdy beefhead persona, isn't she? Oh, well, their freindship/developing relationship has always been based on banter, so she's not bothered by those comments.

"Are you kidding? Do you know how often I go drinking with my coworkers? We've been to all kinds of bars. There's more to this IT girl than what you think, Doll."

There really isn't, and she probably has no chance to win against her buff date. As for what she'll drink...she's an absolute lightweight, so might not be able to tell after the first or second round.

"Thaaaaaank god. Thought y'd be one of those noodle-armed dorks that's never been in a proper country bar b'fore. Th' place is a bit rowdy but I like headin' there after th' week's been stressful, figure y' might like it too f'r how hair-down it is."

She might want to be careful what she drinks in this case.

[sweetpickolwarrior]

The Three Times You Didn't Want Them To Hear You, The One Time You Did (Part 1)

Established fic

Small!Brown!Female!Reader

Not too apparent but just letting you know in case.

TW - canon-typical violence, description of fighting, blood, gore, swearing, sexist language, description of injury, descrioptions of anxiety/panic attacks

Fic summary:You have been travelling with geralt and Jaskier for quite some time, you had always been told that your voice would take you places before you had no choice but to abandon your previous life. You still loved it though. This fic explores the times you let go and let yourself sing.

Chapter Summary: The first time Jaskier and Geralt heard you sing. This was not planned. Tis a big deal for you.

Jaskier had grown used to Geralt's constant pining for silence, his rumbles of discontent and years of “shut up” and "fuck off" while he plucked away on his lute and let melodies fall from his lips. Though he knew that under all the furrowed brows and bitter growls, the witcher appreciated him.

Truth be told, coin had often been halved, quartered or suddenly 'stolen' away from lords, knights and nobles alike rendering them incapable of paying the witcher even after monsters had been slain...that is until the ballad had started to follow him like flies after shit. Since then, some noblemen would actively seek him out for any twig crack in the woods to then invite the trio to a throwaway dinner party so they could show off the white-haired champion if they caught word of him within three towns.

Naturally, he resented the very idea of lingering about these people any more than he already had to, being talked about, sung about, danced about, treated like some sort of trophy workhand for these tittering idiots. And of course, Jaskier leapt at the opportunity to perform for the more rosy-cheeked, satin clad crowd, and you often just went along with whoever won the squabble, enjoying either a night of Jaskier singing atop a table in a tavern or atop a table in a banquet hall. (Though the latter often left you with a heftier rattle in your pouches and warm beds, baths and linens for a few more nights.)

How you would have wanted that a few months ago.

About six months earlier

It was bound to happen sooner or later, travelling with two men and often having to settle for a bed on the ground. Not that you often minded, but that night, after a longer than necessary altercation with a couple of alghouls, you had crashed into your bedroll, not bothering to clean the blood off your face let alone off your arrows and out of your clothes.

You woke that morning to aching bones and a musty stench you wanted to be rid of as soon as possible.

The grass was dewy and sweet-smelling as you turned to the other side, letting the sun stroke your cheek good morning. You saw roach tied to a nearby tree and had concluded that your companions had wandered to the next town for supplies. You had been running low on a good few essentials for a while now and were grateful that your companions had let you slumber away, knowing you didn't fuss too much over anything they would get from the market.

You opened your pack and grabbed two lumps of soap before heading to the river that had lulled you to sleep that night. The first, a dry lye soap made simply and quickly, good for getting "blood, shit and grit out" as Geralt so elegantly put it. And the second, still wrapped in wax paper, the last few crumbles of a soft, fragrant lavender soap you had made yourself. You had saved so many dried flowers from where you could, hung and dried them on the side of your satchel, scraped the bottom of vials clean for drops of various oils into your little bottle, olive, sunflower, even a little of Jaskier's special coconut oil. Cooking a soap over the campfire was a waste of wood in Geralt’s eyes, but you could tell the soft scent calmed him as it wafted through the air that night.

You smiled to yourself as you finally stepped into the river, the edges warmed by the kiss of the sun.

You peeled off your trousers and walked further in, letting the water lap at your thighs growing used to the cold quickly. Rubbing the soap into your trousers, you watched as the blood slowly swirled out in front of you and saw as your fingers started to go from angry splotches of red and black back to that natural, warm brown. Your shirt stuck to your skin and hair, caked crimson. After all this time, you still could not believe how much things bled. Your mind flashed back to the alghouls from last night as your fingers worked through cleaning your formerly beige overshirt.

It should have been easy. Just two. You were only there to watch how Geralt wielded his sword for a few, usually weak opponents. His silver sword heaved thick strokes through the air, his feet danced around his opponents and you let your arrows loose from afar, aiding your friend as another got too close for your liking. The specially made silver tips slicing through skin and bone, causing a shriek. It turned and caught another arrow in its shoulder, bounding toward you. Frantic, you simply held out your next arrow in your hand, ready to impale it as it drew near enough. But you froze. Was this one of the ones you had to get in a specific place? Drive it through the heart? The head? Why was it still running? Surely two silver arrows should have been enou-

shhhlllck

Geralt unseamed the creature through it's abdomen from behind and drew his sword up and through it’s head as its blood gushed over you and the last few gurgles escaped what was left of its throat as it crumpled before you in a horrid mess.

"You're too slow up close. It would have had you."

He was right.

As talented as you were with a bow and arrow, able to get a man in the eye from half a field away, your experience with close combat was laughable. Usually, you had time to think, plan out your shots, you didn't even have to deal with blood until you retrieved your arrows. You probably would have had your face ripped off. Or your throat torn out. Or something.

You place the sopping shirt next to your trousers on the bank and scurry back with the lavender soap in your hand. Once you've thrust yourself back into the gentle river almost chest level, you start to hum a soft tune, trying to ignore the murky red all over, instead focus on the light scent of lavender and the gliding of the soap through your hair. You close your eyes and let your mouth fall open, a melody plucked from a memory now dull and faded, the sound clear and bright.

Losing yourself in the rises and falls in the melody, voice opening and notes falling out as your muscles remember what it is to have sound flow and gush from your belly out into the world. No body, no mind, no cold, no blood-

All of a sudden, a loud brightly coloured heap burst through the foliage and breathlessly plunged into the river, flailing erratically. You attempt to preserve your unmentionables with your hands, your lilting voice turning to shrill yelps. You submerge yourself lower, shoulders barely peeking out over the disturbed waves. In contrast, the intruder, exploding out of the water as frantically as he fell in, spluttering and coughing “Y/N! You can - cough - sing! You can sing!! - cough -”

Oh, thank the Gods.

“JASKIER! GO AWAY!”

“But Y/N! -cough - You sounded lovely! I-”

“I’M NAKED JASKIER FUCK OFF!”

Jaskier slapped his hand to his eyes immediately and scrambled back up the bank, stumbling as he managed to regain his footing and ran off, his back to you whilst still covering his eyes.

You had not expected them to be back so soon. Truth be told you had not known how long they had been gone when you woke but then why hadn’t you heard them coming back?

Not focusing again. Fuck! You know you can’t afford to get lost in your own head again, stupid girl. What would have happened if it had been someone else hearing a-

He heard. Geralt too probably with his enhanced senses.

Fucks sake.

It had just been so long since you had let your voice be free. You hadn’t let your companions hear you so much as hum on your travels as you were sure that it would make you come across as a silly little girl. With Jaskier it was different. He is a poet, a bard. He had been studying it for many years whereas you had pipe dreams growing up like every other lass in the village. You sang in school with a wide smile and a voice that rang like a bell, you sang on holy Fridays with fingers interlaced and the plume of your mothers rouge on your cheeks. Nothing compared to the grand halls and festivals that Jaskier would perform at. Gods you hoped he wouldn’t speak of it again. You were sure that they would take you even less seriously now.

You’ll show them

Just go back to camp and pretend it didn’t happen. Say there was a girl wandering nearby and Jaskier should go and chase her before she is lost to the woods forever.

If this carries on, get yourself killed or someone else hurt. You know that Geralt can’t let that happen. He’ll probably drop you off in the town and wish you luck because you’ve become more stress than your skills are worth. You get it, you do.

It will just be so hard getting used to being alone again.

Your head is spiralling again. You need this to stop. You think of the meditation that Geralt showed you. You can't meditate, you're still naked in a river! Tears escape your eyes as you just can’t organise your thoughts into any kind of action. You can't run naked through the woods, you can't turn up in your sopping wet clothes, you’re no help on hunts, you’ve let your biggest comfort turn into your biggest embarrassment because you just can’t think straight.

“Y/N! I - I’m not looking! I have your clothes you left them back at camp”

You look up to see Jaskier was inching closer, eyes covered by one hand, your dry pair of clothes draped over his other forearm. He was inching closer, his toes probing to see if he had gone too far. Once his foot had felt the sploshy bank he stopped and held his arm out. You were sure that he had not heard you cry but you didn’t want the lump in your throat to give it away. You rose out, plucked the clothes from him and he promptly scampered off, one hand still across his eyes for some reason. You let out your breath, finding it had slowed due to holding it in for so long. You wrung out your hair as much as you could before flinging your trousers and shirt on with shaking hands. You were sure you could sleep right on into the next day.

At camp

Jaskier had fumbled back to camp, drenched and squelching till he could hear the soft wooshing of roach’s breath. Geralt was sat, sorting the things they had brought from market.

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Jakier was stumbling giddy from when he had first encountered the river, his mind rushing as he made his way through the trees.

That voice! Hesitant, yet rich and full and resonant. Thick with the weight of being tied inside her chest, it would take some practice to let her voice flourish and fly like he knew it could, but that was no matter! With his brief but busy year being a professor at Oxenfurt under his belt, he scoured through the plethora of exercises and scales that he had stored away. Her warm tone, he thought, would contrast beautifully with his chipper and airy voice.

In his head flashed scenes of the two writing together, performing together, studying together. Jaskier, Poet of the continent accompanied by-

“What did you do Jaskier”

The voice came firm and gruff, as opposed to the often exasperated or gentle (rarely was there anything in between) tone his witcher friend usually employed when he was addressing the bard.

Jaskier’s ear wide grin faltered as Geralt towered over him.

Knowing the flirty way of Jaskier and seeing him dripping before him, hearing the shout of “IM NAKED” and honing in his ear, he was presently hearing the soft gasps of Y/N, he could not help but draw himself to conclusions, knowing that human men, even those whom one trusted could turn to be worse than the monsters in his quests. When the fathers and trusted lovers of innocent women could turn as quickly as the page of a book, what was a loose and often unashamed bard that he happened to know for a few years?

He grabbed the young man by his soaking collars

“What the fuck did you do”

Somewhere between a growl and a roar, the words seethed from Geralt as he heard Y/N’s sharp breaths mix with sobs she was trying to silence.

After that night, he knew his small friend would need some time. They had both been exhausted, his head pounding from the potions he had used, he didn’t speak much to her apart from some abrupt criticism after the last alghoul was taken care of. He didn’t know much about teaching or guiding, or comforting for that matter, but he figured letting her sleep in would do no harm and he had bought some apples for her to feed roach. That helped him. The thought that she should be thrust from one horrid altercation to another at the hands of his first companion filled him with rage. These thoughts raced through his head while he attempted to decipher Jaskier’s words through this sudden wave of protectiveness.

Jaskier was chuckling, almost about to pat his massive friend on the head like an overreactive hound,

“I fail to see why you’re so wound up, dear witcher. I simply sought to find the source of the singing, and it turned out to be Y/N! Marvellous isn’t she?”

“Why are you wet.” Geralt demanded.

truth be told, he was so used to hearing Jaskier’s voice or lute, he simply dumped the noise into that category. Thinking back, it was different. Still musical, but different. Jaskier’s sound seemed to sit on the wind and flit and glide like a bird while this new sound was earthy, full, round, blending with the flow of the river and almost raw, coarse and slightly unsteady like a horse that had run for the first time out of market.

“I was simply mesmerised, Geralt. " he sighed, sagging slightly in the bigger man's grip " I was convinced it might be a water nymph, that I might catch it, steal some ideas for melody and- and then let the poor thing go of course, but”

“Why is she crying Jaskier”

The girl’s sobs had subsided slightly, but her breath was shuddering and shallow. He knew when she got like this, it was hard to get back down. He had expected it sometime today but usually, he could smell the fear rising, notice the scrunching up of her small frame, and make sure the trio were alone, quiet, ready.

“Crying? Whatever do you mea-”

The focused and worried look on Geralt’s face clicked in Jaskiers’ head and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him

“Oh gods, shit. Shes alone. What do I do Geralt? Can you hear her?”

The stream came pouring out his mouth as he paced around the camp, his eyes landing on a pile of neatly folded clothes.

“ Jaskier go back and give them to her. Slowly. She’ll come back in her own time”

Geralt listened intently while Jaskier went to return the garments. It surprised him that the sound of his younger companion trying to catch her breath like it was a feather in the wind was the same person who had made such a pleasing sound not very many minutes ago.

It stopped.

He couldn’t hear her breathe, but Jaskier was calm. He heard the rustling of clothes and the damp footfall of the bard returning. He turned his attention back to her again. He was afraid that after the episode, holding her breath would cause her to topple back into the river. Stupid. He should’ve thought of that beforehand. She didn’t. Strong lass. He heard her breaths less shallow as her hair dripped and her clothes were back on.

He was reassured now and started to take out the apples from the small fruit sack.

“Well if she was crying, she isn’t any more” stated Jaskier, almost reassuring himself that his clumsiness couldn’t have hurt his friend.

He proceeded to look for his woollen blanket, laying it out carefully, waiting for his friend to return.

A/N

Thank you so much for reading! Its the first time I've started writing after a long time, if you have any constructive criticism please leave it in the comments :)

I've started a new AO3, Tumblr page and page on Fanfiction.net which will hold my fics too. same username :)

I am very pernickety when writing which is why it's been hard for me to upload anything in the last few years and why it might take a little time for me to upload new chapters but please stick around :D

PART 2

mwah x

[abey-baby-apologist]

clone high final episode spoilers below! (9 n 10)

holy fuck im so happy. even though im super annoyed how they keep throwing a bunch of really good ideas for relationships and plot in the trash- im just so happy with what we got. 

OK FIRST EPISODE 9??? THE ANIMATION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND I HAD TO PAUSE BECAUSE WHEN WESLEY WAS FLAILING IN THE SEA, IT WAS DAMN smooth and pleasant to watch, as morbid as it sounds lol. that whole scene with the comic-esque vibe was so so pleasing. 

and that whole episode was super like, sad but funny. i literally stood up and yelled when Mr. B was getting near the edge. like i probably woke up every single one of my neighbors in like.. a 50 mile radius it was that bad im so fucking annoying about this show. 

BUT THEN SCUDS SAVED HIM AND I WAS SO HAPPY, LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY AN OLD COUPLE, AND LITERALLY THEY’RE FATHERS TO THEIR CLONE KIDS AND THEYRE ALL SUCH A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND AUGHHHH im gonna draw family stuff with them so bad. I WISH THESE EPISODES CAME OUT BEFORE FATHERS DAY IT WOULD’VE BEEN PERFECT. 

ok, episode 10 i have to take a deep breath with. i am VERY happy. and idk if it was because the bar was so low, or if it was because i was so anxious i was vomiting everywhere because i needed content so bad, but i am overjoyed. 

THE ABETOPH CONTENT WE GOT WAS SO GOOD. WE HAVE LIKE... 3 NEW CUTE PHOTOS OF THEM HANGING OUT, AND LIKE A BUNCH OF MOMENTS OF ABE CARRYING TOPHER ON HIS BACK. was it because he was being tophers lackey? fine, sure, whatever. BUT AFTER THAT WHEN JFK BROKE TOPHERS PHONE IT WAS OVER (im upset it wasnt developed on further because people who didnt watch it in real time like us will surely be fine. so fuck you.) 

Also, ABE AND JFKS FREINDSHIP HOLUYDBIUJEWNFJKNF oh my god not to be autistic but i was stimming so fucking hard WHEN THEY HUGGED, I WAS LIKE YES FINALLY. FINALLLLLYYY!!! theyre my sweet boys and THAT WHOLE FRIEND GROUP HAS ME IN TEARS. LIKE abe and Confucius are already bros, as we see them playing in the school yard, and JFK and Confucius are already bros from the sleepover episode, but NOW JFK AND ABE ARE BROS. FUCK. YEAH. oh and tophers there too. i like how they treat topher tbh. like hes just there until he says something out of pocket and they’re just like stfu. 

but with the girls friend group.. oof. i honestly loved them so much, especially with cleo, but NOW ITS FUCKED. and its not even joans fault tbh. like when i was watching the scene where frida dropped joan i was like “damn” but then, JOAN MENTIONS HOW SHE HELPED EVERYONE BEFORE AND I WAS LIKE “DAYYYYYYUUMMMM UR RIGHT” so now im conflicted. But again like??? bruh i would choose cleo too tbh lmao.

Also, i’m glad clone college isn’t real. because jfk mentions about taking shelly to .. biology? which i think is a only 1st year class. and in the original clone high everyone is like “omg u hit puberty over summer” Which i feel is typically something thats potrayed in media AFTER middle school. but i could be wrong so, idk. just really glad they didn’t do the clone college bc i hate change. also theyre 16 lmao. OR MAYBE THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT... in the future when highschools done?? IDK. IDC.

anyway. im scared for joans friend group and i fucking love joan, and i am in love with abe, toph, jfk, and Confucius’s little bromances and augh. im so happy. and THE CLIFF HANGER WASN’T TERRIBLE ALSO, IN MY OPNINON. 

im just glad joanabe wasn’t endgame. i mean, i would be pretty happy because im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but also NOOOOOO joan deserves better. so. yeah 10/10 

if you read this far, holy crap, im proud of you, and ily 

that is my review on the finale so i’ll be making so much content now that im not on the brink of collapsing everytime i think of clone high. like trust me im gonna try and stretch out this fixation for as long as i can. though im probably gonna draw a surplus of abe and jfk art bc they were my fav in 2020

[flower-boi16]

My Tangled the Series Review

So, recently I finished watching all of TTS, here are my thoughts on it.

Things I liked

Visuals & Animation - This show has some really nice looking animation, I really like this art style it looks very expersive and and colorful, deffaintly an example of how to use flash WELL.

The Songs - This show’s got some fantastic songs. There are so many memorable songs in this show I can just listen to over and over again, I’ll list my favorites here:

Ready As I’ll Ever Be

Listen Up

Let Me Make You Proud (Reprise)

I’ve Got This

Wind in My Hair

The View From Up Here

By My Side

Waiting in The Wings

Crossing the Line

I’d Give Anything

Nothing Left to Lose

Bigger Than That

Stronger Than Ever Before

Cassandra (Until Season 3) - I really enjoyed Cassandra’s character for most of the series, she is a great foil to Rapunzel and I liked Cass’s freindship with her...until season 3 but I’ll get to that later.

Varian (Mostly In Season 3) - So thanks to season 3 Varian kinda became my favorite character in the show. I have some issues with how his villain betrayal was executed, which I will get to later, but I really liked him. He’s a dorky little cinamone roll and his development in season 3 is bassically perfect. 

The New Supporting Characters - Overral, I quite liked the new characters the show added overral, my favorites are Red and Angry, Varian, and maybe Lance. 

Worldbuilding - I like how the series added in some new stuff to the movie’s universe and expand from it, tho some things don’t nessacarily line up with the movie somtimes.

Things I didn’t like

Eugene Getting Sidelined - Ngl it really feels like the series was sidling Eugene, which sucks because he was a main character in the movie. He has some episodes centered around him, but those are few and far between. Aside from that, it really felt like the series just replaced him with Cassandra, which really sucks.

Cassandra’s Betrayel - I can make an entire post on why this betrayal does NOT work, but I’ll just summerize. Cass’s reasons for betraying Rapunzel simply don’t make sense, especially that whole Gothel Twist, where Cass decides to betray Rapunzel because...Gothel chose Rapunzel over her? Ya, I don’t’ get it either.

Parts of Varian’s Betrayal - I feel like Varian going all evil mode because Rapunzel refused to help him is kind of extreme, and it really makes me hard to sympathize with him when he goes to this extreams. There should have been more than one incident for Varian to go all evil mode, you could make the argument that Varian went as extreme as he did becuase Rapunzel refused to help him, so he decides to make her help him by force, but still, there should have been more than one incident to make Varian go all evil mode.

Overral

So what are my overral thoughts on this show? Well, I enjoyed it. It had some issues that fruserated me but it also has some really great qualities to it. So, I’d give it a 7/10, a good series with some major flaws in it. So...see ya.

[tresdem]

Oh wow, okay well :D I'm going to be a litttle obvious on main but the favorite fic I have written/am still writing is Never Shall We Die, which is probably the most I've ever been into a fic.

Basically it explores Ed's past and how he grew up eventually to be Blackbeard, as canonical as I can make it. It's not always an easy fic to write and Ed does go through a fair amount of trauma, just by the very nature of being a pirate. And yet, despite everything he believes of himself in the series, he's also someone full of compassion and tenderness and more people care for him than he knows. But it's still a realistic world for him (more or less) so being a man of color it's difficult to get ahead. Even now when he's starting to come into himself, he's still looked at a certain way, either as a joke or a myth or a monster, but few people see him as who he is. He's also trapped in this role of what it means to be a man and doesn't have the tools or the courage to go against the grain. He's seventeen going on twenty in a world that would see him dead.

But it's not all doom and gloom! it's Adventure! Action! Comedy! Dubious life choices! (Just wait until his makeover) Being a stupid teenager! Ed being smart, Ed being dumb, Ed caring about others often to his detriment and Ed not giving a shit. And the shit is about to hit the fan. IN a similar vein, the other one that I enjoy is the Made for You series. This is a chance encounters modern day (ish) AU which examines the idea of what if Stede and Ed met when they were younger men? There are still barriers of entry to their relationship, given it starts out in the 90s so you know there is homphobia and things like that. And neither of them are ready to jump into it. But they develop a freindship and I want them to eventually establish a community of people. Because for me that's what OFMD is about. It's not just a love story, but it's a family story. So Stede and eventually Ed will bring people into their world so by the time I get to the end (lord knows when that will be), there's going to be a brand new world for them and one they helped make with their own hands. Plus I really like the idea of Ed being a violinist because the boy is pretty af. Anyway, those are my faves! And too long about why! Thanks @naranjapetrificada for tagging me!

I have really, really loved seeing everyone talking about their favorite fics they've written but I wasn't expecting to be tagged tbh because I've posted so few. Thanks so much @scribophile for tagging me so I can play too!

I only have 3 one-shots and a stagnating WIP to my name but I do have favorites, so.

Cornerstone means a lot to me because it was the first time I'd felt moved to write fiction (fan or original) in over a decade. I have years (and two post-secondary degrees worth) of baggage around writing in the way that only 90s "gifted kids" who were actually just neurodivergent can, and being able to write fiction again after so much time and angst has been such a joy.

My favorite of the one-shots though is probably Ways of Wanting, which was literally just inspired by Ed's beautiful, beautiful neck and written in a flurry of thoughts and feelings about the sublimation of queer desire. What I love about it is that if Cornerstone was the roots a seemingly-dead tree defiantly bursting through concrete, then Ways is like the first green shoots of new growth to sprout from the tree's branches. It was fun to write but more than anything else it felt necessary, because I needed to see myself stretching beyond my limits and doing something new.

(I also really love the Birth of Venus image that popped into my head at the last second, and if that had been the only thing to come from having written the whole thing it would still feel worth it.)

Last of course is my historical-ish fantasy-ish WIP, From the Firmament, which I am going to finish, because there's nothing I hate more than breaking promises I've made to myself. Getting the chance to write something this self-indulgent has been so rewarding, especially because of how much it's reminded me that writing can be fun.

Now obviously, drafting chapter 3 has taken significantly more time than anticipated. Part of the problem is that Izzy, in typical fashion, elbowed his way into having a POV section that has been as unpleasant to write as the man himself is to be around (although I have to admit that some of the discomfort is creative growing pains).

But beyond Izzy, there are things about the storytelling process itself at this point that are dredging up a lot of my writing baggage in a way that writing the first two chapters didn't. For a few reasons Ed's POV always takes me the longest, and he's got the lion's share of this chapter's narration. And I definitely spent too long deciding which historical blurb should start the chapter, which kept me floundering for too long trying to build the chapter's basic skeleton. I'm also having to work through poet-brain perfectionism with some of the prose.

But I'm determined to finally learn these and other craft lessons I've been putting off for decades though, just as I'm determined to see this story through to the end.

(also I got laid off in June and sometimes feel guilty if I'm not spending every waking moment on job sites, which is a mistake but it makes writing fic harder than it needs to be. I'm working on it.)

I feel like this game has been going around long enough that almost everyone I would tag has already been tagged, but last time I checked I didn't see a post from @veeagainsttheday nor @tresdem? Both are incredibly skilled (and maybe more importantly, dedicated) writers who have made me cry repeatedly in the best ways possible, so even if they don't want to make their own posts you should still go read their gentlebeard work immediately.