#Infinite lore drabble

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

It was just supposed to be some normal briefing of how a fight went. How infinite had to report to the doctor they had been chased away and forced into retreat, again. How he failed. He didnt WANT to do this. Nor did he feel the need too, but if he didnt he’d get yelled at anyway, so he had no choice really.

As the jackal moved to make his presence known and step into the doctors workspace, door slamming shut behind him, he took a sharp breath and walked up twords ivo, who was already waiting for him and standing up, facing the jackal. Infinite took a deep breath as he stood infront of the tall man and gave a small salute, and cleared his throat.

“The hero’s drove us out again, Doctor robotnik. We did significant damage to the city you sent us too but they overwhelmed us. Despite the intense use of fire.. we lost about 300 Badniks from what i counted when we all regrouped..” infinite spoke up, his voice devote of any emotion as he explains, ears swerved back abit.

Ivo was silent. Infinite looked to the floor, expecting to get yelled at. And honestly spaced put to ignore whatever his ‘father’ would scream at him about. He was spaced out so easily that when the doctor was right infront of him, he had no clue until he was yoinked upwards by his arm with a startled yelp, he could hear the doctor yelling and shouting curses at him, but he couldnt focus on his incessant yelling when the grip and pull on his arm made it hurt and sting, he could hardly feel it with how strongly ivo gripped it. Causing the jackal to yelp and struggle, he couldnt help it, the pain as too much to dangle in silence about as he kicked around to get freed. Which only caused him to squeeze more and earn a cry from the poor dog. He lifted his free hand and with a loud bark, slashed his claws at the doctors face and connected as he heard skin rip off and lifted his claws. Teeth bore aggressively as his free hand drips with blood. A mean gash across the doctors face, narrowly avoiding his eyes. The two lock eyes. And before infinite can realize the amount of danger hes in, the other hand grabs his face and pulls. Before he can even register what happened, hes falling as hes slammed into the floor violently with blood splattering onto and from him. He slides on the floor. Just abit. And lays there on his side with heavy breaths. Loosing his mask in the fray of the chaos. And slowly his eyes turn to the arm that’d been grabbed. Why couldnt he…?

His.

His arm was gone. It wasnt there anymore. His eyes widened as the second he realized such a thing, the pain began flooding through his veins with a loud cry of pain. Broken-off bone jutting out from where it used to connect to the rest of the arm, blood and fur dangling from where the breakoff connected- it was gruesome and it sent the jackal into a howling fit of agony and crying. Clutching the nub of an arm he had left as he went hysterical in absolute pain. Writhing and crying like a pup as ivo grumbled, he didnt know where the doctor put his torn off limb as he was grabbed by the neck and dragged away in a howling fit of pain. The last thing he could remember through his hysteria was a needle jabbed into his skin and getting tired. Essentially put under anesthesia so he could stop screaming.

When he awoke next, he was in some rickety old hospital bed, his arms bandaged up rather.. crudely. Not even advanced robots knew how mobian anatomy worked that well. He was exhausted, body aching in pain and just wanting to go back to sleep. He assumed he wasnt getting a new arm until he behaved. He wss going to look ridiculous the next he faced those heros.. gaias above- how was he going to explain this to that fox? He was going to be pestering about it the entire time.. fuck. FUCK. The ruby couldnt help him here, it would just make an illusion for himself.

He laid there in pain. In regret. How would stone even react to this? He didnt know. He was so tired. He wanted the dad that actually wouldnt hurt him. Or just to sleep. He wanted dad. Or sleep. Whatever came first.

[slimepuparibaba]

Chaos in Linkon: Masterpost

Hiya! Welcome to my personal LADS hell I made with my friends. We've made our own AU where the Love Interests each have their own MC and the entire gang is friends with each other.

There are ten of us on the writing team at Chaos in Linkon HQ, each of us in charge of writing for a character. Yup, even the boys themselves have writers because us girls dragged our partners into the game, they cannot escape, they're just as stuck here as we are.

This came about because we thought it'd be fun to watch the guys interact as friends but also wanted to make sure everyone could still have their own individual storyline with their MC so there wouldn't be a lot of conflict (the dating storylines in LADS are considered seperate from each other, so seperate MCs it is!)

And then we went overboard and made lore. Oops.

For your reference so the list makes sense, we have:

Xavier and Rinne

Zayne and Jasmine

Rafayel and Aria

Sylus and Lilia

Caleb and Mei

(A 6th MC named Nashi will show up with her 6th LI when the time comes, we have already dragged someone else into this pit, we are training her and her boyfriend well.)

Alright, enough yapping, here's the list!

General Lore:

Headcanons, drabbles, important information pertaining to this AU goes over here!

Overview of the AU (MCs)

The MCs, the LIs, and being Mirrors of each other (all characters)

Pairing Names (all characters)

Mei and Caleb: Codependency (Mei, Caleb)

Serialized Social Media AUs

Social Media AUs with a serialized storyline. They typically come in parts and have a lot more thought put into them. Most of the time, all characters will be here.

Rafayel's Birthday | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Misc. Social Media AUs

Funny little one-offs that take place on the Moments Timeline or in the chat.

Eternal Sleep + Rafayel's Age + Apartment Upgrades (all characters)

Mysterious Number Six (all characters)

Caleb: the Panty Stealer (Caleb, Mei, Rafayel, Lilia)

Caleb's New PFP (Caleb, Rafayel, Sylus)

Mei's reaction to Caleb's 2nd Myth (Caleb, Mei)

Linkon Chibi Chaos

A bunch of chibi-esque comics where the LIs interact with each other and their MCs are also included! The style will change depending on the comic.

Linkon Chibi Chaos: Main Graphic (all characters) [LCR Style]

Azure's Echo Day (all characters) [LCR Style]

L-Word Privileges (Rafayel, Aria, Lilia, Caleb) [LCR Style]

The Entire Stock (Caleb, Mei) [My Style]

True Love is... a Battle Scythe (Sylus, Lilia) [My Style]

True Love is... a Keyblade (Sylus, Lilia) [My Style]

Xavier's New Paly-waly (Xavier) [LCR Style]

Chaos in Linkon Art

If there's any art with any of the MCs and the LIs, you bet it will go here.

Catch-22 (all characters)

Meow's Time (all characters)

Infinitely Gray (Rafayel, Lilia)

Springfresh Day: Flowers (all characters)

Miscellaneous

If it doesn't fit into the other categories, it goes in here.

Pixie Hollow AU: Exactly as it sounds, they're fairies now.

Sylus: Mainland Storm-talent Fairy (Sylus)

If you want to be tagged for any Chaos in Linkon posts, you can send an ask in my inbox (or just click this little link right here)! Make sure to specify you want updates on Chaos in Linkon so I know to tag you for these posts--I have seperate lists for general Love and Deepspace stuff!

if you read this entire post you get a cookie and all the boys have blessed your pulls (just trust me)

[zirkkun-games]

Hello! I love your game, it's literally amazing and it helped me get through a depressive rut; infinite praise. I was thinking the other day, and figured it would be best to ask the people who made the game: how would sans and papyrus go about saying I love you for the first time?

Thank you so much!! I'm glad AtF was able to help you even when life was beating you down, that's truly the experience I really wanted to give people with this game ✨

I don't really do headcanon/drabble prompts regarding general UT stuff on this account, it's more for updates, feedback, AtF-lore-specific stuff, and sharing artworks/fanworks. Also, the in-game endings also cover a similar topic, to an extent! I didn't want to get too specific about the players' or characters' feelings by intention, however :)

[antirepurp]

also small hc i had while playing frontiers that i just remembered: considering their aesthetic similarities, eggman used his research on infinite and the phantom ruby in creating sage

[phantomwarrior12]

Aha so I’m having the thought of (from what I know, I got behind in some of the Lore) the Guardian never actually told anyone they found their tomb in the infinite forest

And how devastating it would be for Crow (through darkness shenanigans) he got shown that the YW knew the entire time they were going to die and didn’t tell him

"I thought we agreed no more secrets."

The Young Wolf straightens, confusion permeating their form as their head tilts expectantly at the Hunter beside them.

"Your grave….you've seen it? You know when you die?" Crow steps closer, an edge to his voice.

How could he possibly know that? They'd seen all of that long before they met Crow and no one has been told of it.

The Young Wolf squares themselves to Crow, taking a cautious moment to consider their words. 

Apparently, not long enough.

"It's not important."

Crow steps up to them abruptly and their jaw lifts sharply. 

"Not important? You know when you die! How is that not impor–"

Their hand settles along his shoulder firmly yet gently and is seemingly enough to soothe the Hunter to silence, but not calm his features. Sunset burns into their visor, anger and fear a dangerous concoction in ordinarily calm features. They step in, guiding the Gunslinger in for a firm embrace that he’s quick to return.

“It’s a long way off, Little Light,” they whisper to him, “I’m not afraid, nor should you be.”

Crow’s head angles, pressing his face against the side of their neck. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice little more than a haunted plea.

“I’ve told no one. And I don’t intend to change that, Crow. Knowing your death is both a comfort and a curse. I know I’ll survive for so long…I know I’ll have time with those I care for,” they give him a pointed squeeze. “But I know, when the time comes, there is nothing I’ll be able to do to stop it.”

They press the edge of their helmet like a kiss to the Hunter’s shoulder.

“And I am at peace with that.”

Their head lifts, a palm moving to rest along Crow’s cheek. “So, for now,” they smile gently though the Gunslinger can’t see it, “For now, I will continue on as I always have…and I would like you at my side as I do.”

Crow inclines his head into their palm, fighting back tears. “Always, Guardian.”

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Have a smol angsty drabble, Anon <3

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Fantasy AU Bakugou x fem!reader??!(Drabble or is this an imagine??)

Reader is from our world! also this is a wayyy older piece soo i hope it isnt too bad or cheesy :')

Tw:- mild cussing and kissing?

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Inspired by this post! By @tanimil

Tanimil

You wake up in new world and the first thing you see is... Bakugou katsuki?

TANIMIL

Okay so imagine y/n wakes up in a field, tthe plants are wild and the smell is oddly fresh she hears a sound and focuses on it while her eyes are still closed

She notices it sounds familiar and immediately bolts upright

Which makes her dizzy and she then winces and holds her head in her hand

The voice stops and she opens her eyes to see shes in someone’s s shadow

It’s bakugou and he’s looking down at her

Her heart rate quickens and before she can say anything hes like “huh ur finally awake. About dam time”

She’s confused because like wtf is happeningggg??and then she feels a little heat in her palm

She looks down to see little flames dancing across her fingertips,and they’re purple not blue or red or orange

Bakugou looks up after hearing her gasp and then even hes taken aback

She asks him how this could happen and he says its the fabled “wayfinder flame” a power that has only been granted to those who were truly lost

He explains that she really must be “really fuckin lost” if this flame has found her

And she explains how she’s not from that world and isnt even sure how she got there

He listens

And then finally agrees to help her find her way

Shes taken aback because “omg bakugou katsuki wants to help me???” But he just wants to know more about the flame and when she asks how hes gonna help her he rolls his eyes and explains how the flame actually works

It burns brighter and hotter and grows more powerful as its wielder finds their way home

Wherever that may be.

He also says that this power is rarer than “a fucking full moon” because according to the lore the only thing stopping everyone from getting this is they must first be “completely utterly and hopelessly lost for it find them” not just a certain feeling of being lost that fades away after time

And as they go on

They fight monsters meet people and grow closer

All the while the flame is growing stronger (i mean that literally AND as a metaphor for their feelings for eachother!)

The finale

They reach a lake

The water is black,a stark contrast to its beautiful surroundings but the reader feels a pull to it and katsuki has a bad feeling

She feels it call to her

And just as he remembers why its dangerous , she’s already jumped in

Its the pool of the damned

No one who goes in ever comes out

Katsuki jumps in to save her and he sees everything

Her life that lead up to this moment

Why she was feeling lost, all her moments of pain ,all her lows

He sees it in the water and in the distance he can see it all drowning her

He pushes through and swims through the abyss and saves her

But when he brings her out she’s not breathing

So he does uk

Cpr mouth to mouth

And his wakes her up

And as they deepen the kiss the lake clears and a figure emmerges

It looks like a fairy but katsuki just sees a ball of light

It tells her that she is truly found,now and asks if she wishes to return home

The being even opens up a portal to show how they’re the real deal

And y/n looks at it.. she contemplates going back but she chooses not to

She’s found her home

Yes

But it isnt back in her world

Its katsuki

Shes found her home in him

After letting the being know of her decision,the being seems to smile.it doesnt have a face but they both know its smiling

And then is disappears

Katsuki asks if shes sure about this

And she says she’s never been sure about anything more

And they kiss one last time

From there on out they were together

And they became the fiercest warriors that land had ever known

Him,well being him, and her with her now infinitely powerful flame!

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[forgettingpetal]

Hiiii! i don't have an roleplay blog. I have been thinking about it though. I just wanted to say I have been reading your stuff, not just on Whisper, but Celios, Silver, Uno and Eclipse! I think it so freakin cool how you find a way to connect all of their lore together! Even with fancomic characters!! SO CREATIVE!!!!

My heart bleeds for Whisper especially. Since she is kinda already on that Infinite's hit list. Now she finds out her mom gave her as an offering to some INSANE GOD????

Poor girl. OH my god. If it's okay, I had some questions about that!

Did her mom know that Heephis is Corrupted?

What prompted her to give Whisper as an offering?

Did her mom ever love her? Or was she just an offering?

Did her sister know? What about her dad?

If Trois was the eldest, why did their mom chose Whisper and not Trois? Is it bacause Whisper is half wolf, half jackal?

Does Whisper have any close friends that will help her? Or is she on her own?

Finally, who are those ADORABLE kids that she's always with? The jackal, the porcupine and i thinkkkk the last one is a bat? THEY ARE ADORBS.

I am so sorry if this is too much. You don't have to answer any of this. I just wanted you to know I ADORE YOUR CREATIVITY!

-Alessia!

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Firstly, let me just say. This made my day. Words can not express how much this whole message means to me! Seriously. I work hard on the lore for all my muses. Especially my mains which are Celios, Eclipse, Silver and Whisper! (Uno is asleep right now. But he's coming back soon ish.)

To get so much love for them, makes me so happy. I would not be in the spot I am today, were it not for taking this step and writing/rping here. I first started writing back in 2018 (Tumblr wise. My teen years I was writing on G+ and other sites)! So to know my writing is reaching people even outside the rpc, means so damn much.

Out of my muses, Silver and Whisper are the only ones that are widely known. I typically take the characters that are forgotten or are backgrounds and give them a voice and story! Eclipse lays in the tombs of Archie, I am afraid. (Thanks, Penders). And Uno was just a random jackal that was apart of Infinite's squad.

I wrote Eclipse before Uno. But I had taken a break and thanks to drama, I was unsure if I would return. It was making Uno and joining a server that @sxnicthehedgehxg i had posted about, that made me write more.

And I have met so many friends that I consider family. In fact, it was through Uno and lore writing that I met my soulmate: @sourentropy ! Who writes the Infinite and Mephiles that you often see! (And the soon to be Heephis).

It was @somewhereinchaos that awoken my desire to write Eclipse again! Seiko is a gem! As for TMOM, it was @godofev that woke my love for that comic back up and encouraged me to try Celios! Wouldn't trade them for the world now.

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Now for your questions! I will write a lore post today with more details, so keep an eye out!

Yes, sadly. Her mother knew he was probs Corrupted due to being a head priestess of his temple.

I mentioned before that Whisper's parents had died. Whisper's mother beforehand was apart of a village that was slowly dying off. She went to the temple and asked for help. And offered Lotus (Whisper) as a payment.

Hmm. She did love Whisper as her daughter, yes. And there were times it showed. However, the need to protect the village was deemed more important in her mind. (Mother of the Year: NOT).

Trois did not know. Thier father only knew cause he overheard. And got angry. But they were interrupted.

Yes and no! Being a hybrid of two completely different canines had a hand in it, yes. But there was also a prophecy of Lotus' birth and how she was the ideal servant for Heephis. (will go into detail about that in a drabble).

She has plenty! Celios is very determined to save her. And I have no doubt that Sky, and Wren will do anything they can! Along with Voidstar! @galaxofmuses @the-elemental-remnants

That trio of playful and goofy kids you see are: Xavier, Max and Pogo! They are a trio of orphans Whisper met and took in! Her children! (see more about them over at @mobiankaiju ! Break and I came up with it).

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tysm for this again! <3

[oivsyo]

I was scrolling through Twitter and it’s your birthday? Happy birthday if that’s the case! You don’t know how nice it is to have such a talented artist as part of the fandom :)

And totally off topic, but I was wondering if you also write? Some of the background stories behind your art are totally fic worthy

Yeap, January 28 was my B-day :) Thank you so much! It's a pleasure to contribute to the NejiHina community and to know that my art reaches the shippers’ hearts!

I wish I could write. I have skills in text-editing and translation (this is exactly what I was taught at university), but I’ve never been good at creating fictional texts from scratch. I have a vivid imagination and plenty of ideas, but I can’t turn it into a complete fanfic even in my native language and writing in English only makes it even a greater challenge that takes a lot of time.It’s kinda my personal tragedy, because many of my ideas are left unrealized and it literally burns my desire to create out  but I keep trying to improve, ahaha.

Here is a really long text below, but if you are a ficwriter, you may be interested =)

Since I returned to NejiHina a year ago I started thinking about my own version of the story and writing down some ideas.

For now I have ideas for a half ‘canon compliant’ and a half ‘fix-it/canon divergent' headcanon, I‘ve already written 30+ pages of notes and I keep working on it. I conditionally divide the events into three large parts, starting with the Chūnin exam (probably) and developing the story till MCs are ~30+ yo in the epilog. At the moment I have a draft of about half (?) of the planned events, I’m still not sure what will happen after the end of the war. However I know how the story should end, I already have an outline for the final chapter.

My headcanon has Neji, Hinata, Hiashi and Kō as 4 main chars and POVs that show different time periods, sides of the story and problems that face different clan’s members and the clan itself. There probably will also be Hizashi (for flashbacks), my OC, Naruto and team Gai and team 8 members as occasional POVs.

I adjusted many canon things such as chronology, timeline, and secondary characters' motivation and details about their bio. I’d like to add such things as traditions, folklore, religion, make hierarchy and political structure clearer for I’m sure that can make the story more mature and wholesome. I've always considered NejiHina to be a mature ship that has various layers in it, not only romance and emotions between Neji and Hinata themselves.

My main sources of inspiration are the Game of Thrones universe, The Stormlight Archive saga and The Crown Tv-series (+ infinite number of smaller sources). I’d like to make a darker and more realistic AU, where political intrigues and plotting take place, wars start at the whim of individuals or because of their incompetence and the end of the war doesn’t bring the era of peace. Characters face moral crossroads and die for their beliefs or get killed because of them.

I also have many ideas about extending the Hyūga lore, especially such aspects as their social structure and characters’ powers, physical and chakra abilities. Most of my arts are related to this headcanon so I share some ideas the way I can. Tho I’d love to share even more T_T

Above this I have ideas and plots for at least 5 AUs, including Modern AU, The Last AU, Time Traveling AU, Cyberpunk AU, Runaways AU. These are more like 'I'd love to read this fic', but they are not my first priority.

Moreover I have ideas for several standalone short stories and drabbles, that may or may not be the parts of my main HC.Besides I always end up creating short stories in my head when I draw art, so most of my arts have a context.

I understand that I can't make it all alone, so if there are ficwriters who want to write NejiHina fics and have no ideas - let's discuss! I have a bunch of ideas to share, those that I'll never write myself, but I'd be extremely happy to read them, ahaha.

I also like questions about the Hyūga lore and my HC bc answering such questions is a good opportunity to 1) write down ideas and make them material 2) see where I have incoherencies in my own logic and fix them 3) share my ideas so that they won't be left as disembodied thoughts

Yes, I may need some time answering such questions for reasons I've mentioned above, but I truly enjoy it.

Well, to sum up, I hope to finish at least something from this list someday, gods, preserve me X_X

[alifeasvivid]

Will-O-the-Wisp, a usukus time traveler/immortal AU drabble

How Alfred and Arthur first met. This is a gift for @irisoflunadreams This is totally unedited. continuation of this (link).

Alfred F. Jones shouts as he tumbles out of the twilight sky and crashes into a tree. Limbs strewn across branches, he clutches the sleek mirror-like orb in his hand and tries not to sob. Leaves and twigs poke him from every angle until he can catch his breath enough to jump down.

When he does, he leans back against the tree trunk and sighs. His face screws up and his body readies itself for a good round of crying, but Alfred suppresses it. He doesn’t know where, or when, he is. Taking deep gulps of air, he surveys his surroundings and then looks at the readout on the orb. England, but a long, long time ago. The spot where he’s standing will eventually be part of London in the time that Alfred originates from, the 21st century. 

Damn. 

He remembers feeling that he had been so close to a breakthrough--an equation that would detach him from the orb and the infinite time loop it has created. While he can control the device somewhat, the glitch continuously throws him through time and space when he least expects it, meaning that he sometimes lands somewhere dangerous and has to “jump” his way out. He does, however, seem to be bound to planet Earth so at least there’s that.

The light in the sky is fading. The sun is a faint pink glow above the trees and a bright full moon illuminates the untouched landscape of forest and rolling hills.

Looking at the date on the orb again, Alfred doubts he will run into any humans, but he’s an engineer, not a historian, although he is fast becoming one. He keeps careful track of the timeline he got pulled from and it has been almost three years since he disappeared from his own life to exist outside of time.

It is becoming increasingly lonely.

Alfred shifts the orb slightly to trigger another jump since there is really nothing for him here, but when the sun sets, the moon seems to glow even brighter, pouring white light over the leaves of the trees. Alfred breathes in and shivers, overtaken by the oddest sense of deja vu.

Looking around, he sees a hazy ball of soft green light hovering a few feet away near the ground.

It has to be some kind of trick. A bug or a bit of natural gas or something like that.

But the wilder sides of his mind needle him with lore he learned from reading fantasy books and playing Dungeons & Dragons as a teenager: it’s a will-o-the-wisp.

It’s not likely triggering the jump will send him back to where he was working on his equations, so there doesn’t seem to be any harm in remaining here for a moment or two and examining the thing. 

Alfred pockets the orb and steps toward the green light. When he is just within a few inches, it disappears and reappears a few feet further away. This can’t be happening. He’s just tired and lonely and upset. But he steps toward it again and again it disappears, reappearing a few feet ahead.

Alfred doesn’t even realize how far he has followed it, or that the white light of the moon has shifted to a pale green until he’s stopped in the middle of a clearing with a circle of white mushrooms in the center. He rubs his eyes and scrubs his hands through his hair as he stands before it. He must be hallucinating. The loneliness has driven him mad and now he’s hallucinating things straight out of the books he read as a kid. A fairy ring! Seriously? Of all the bizarre concoctions his subconscious could dream up...

Alright, he decides, he’ll humor his deteriorating mental state. He steps into the ring as if plunging into cold water, eyes shut and breath held and when he opens his eyes, he’s standing in the same spot but it’s... different. Rather than merely a forest, the same trees he just saw are laden with flowering vines. Some of the trees are lush with ripe fruit and others are flowering themselves. It is lit with the warm glow of the afternoon sun and a stream babbles beside him, flowing into a small pool.

This cannot be happening.

“H-hello?” he calls out, not daring to take a step.

Some form of... being appears. Humanoid, but with gossamer wings and pointed ears and the brightest, greenest eyes Alfred could imagine. Male, probably, if jawline, dark eyebrows, and lanky physique are anything to go by. He’s clad in a pale green tunic with shimmering gold trim, but barefoot. He is nothing short of the most beautiful thing Alfred has ever seen. 

He looks at Alfred as if alarmed. “What are you doing here... human?” he asks in a voice that sounds British but somehow Alfred doubts the words are even coming out of his mouth in English. The word human is said with a heavy amount of skepticism.

“I... I stepped into the ring,” Alfred explains clumsily. “Then I was here.”

“From what tribe do you hail? I have never seen clothing like yours and your accent is strange. Are you from another land?”

Alfred looks down at his light blue t-shirt and dark denim skinny jeans with red sneakers. “Uh. I’m from... America. It... probably hasn’t been found by these people yet. I’m from... the future.”

The being, the fairy, scoffs and hovers closer, inspecting Alfred. “That is impossible. Even we fair folk cannot travel out of time.”

Alfred pulls the orb from his pocket. “I can. I figured it out, but now I’m stuck. It jumps and takes me with it seemingly at random. I’ve been doing this for... three years and I can’t figure out how to make it stop, I don’t know if I ever will. It spits me out wherever it wants, sometimes in the middle of the ocean. I can’t ever see my friends or family again, even if I somehow end up in the same time as them and I--” the tears he had been holding back now fall.

The fairy brushes Alfred’s hair back soothingly, sending warmth through the human’s body. “There, there. Shh. Don’t make yourself sick now. I can see that you are telling the truth although it still seems perfectly outlandish.”

Alfred hiccups a laugh. “Not quite as outlandish as you. When I come from, people don’t believe in magic. Fairies are nothing more than stories. Myths.

He snorts. “It is the same now and that is the way we prefer it. How you even found this places is a mystery to me. You may call me Arthur, by the way. I think this name is commonplace enough to you?”

“Yes,” Alfred answers. “And I just followed the lights... the wisps.”

Arthur looks surprised by this. “They led you here, did they? Hm.”

“Should they not have?”

“They do what they think is best,” Arthur replies, trying to sound casual. “You are... not the only one who experiences loneliness. We fae are immortal, but few in number. To avoid detection, we do not often meet with each other.”

“Oh,” Alfred says in understanding.

“May I have your name?” Arthur asks smoothly.

Alfred grins back. “No, but you can call me Alfred,” he says.

A smile spreads across Arthur’s face. “You’re quite savvy for a human who doesn’t believe in faeries. Although you did follow the wisps. Would you care for something to eat? The fruits in my garden are the most delicious you will ever taste,” he boasts proudly.

“Only if I can repay the kindness,” Alfred replies carefully.

Arthur looks him up and down, clearly impressed. “Alright. You can sit and converse with me for awhile in exchange for a fruit of your choice.”

“Thank you, although I don’t know how long I can stay.”

“It’s fine, any company is welcome at this point.”

“Same.” Alfred plucks a pear from one of trees and follows Arthur to the little pond. He sits when directed and Arthur sits next to him, lowering his feet into the water. Alfred takes a bite of the pear and it is indeed the most delicious fruit he has ever tasted. “This is really, really good,” he says. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Arthur says. He pauses. “I can sense your distress,” he says plainly. “And... I cannot solve your problem, but the wisps did bring you here so I think that maybe I can help.”

“How?” Alfred asks, finding himself as fascinated with the slight glimmer and sparkle of Arthur’s rosy cheeks as much as his words.

“Well. As I said, we fae are immortal. Ageless. I think, perhaps, if you agree, I can bind us together so that where--rather, whenever you end up in time, you will... materialize near me. That way you won’t end up in the ocean. And you and I will both have the pleasure of a familiar face.”

Alfred swallows around a bite of pear he hadn’t chewed enough. He searches Arthur’s green eyes, light like the sun dappled through trees on a warm summer day. “Um. I think that would be really good,” he says. 

Arthur nods. “I think so too.”

Alfred eats a bit more of his fruit, sort of waiting for Arthur to initiate something. When he doesn’t, Alfred asks, “So. How do we do this binding thing?”

“I will place a sigil on your left hand and it is sealed with a kiss to your mouth,” Arthur says, smiling shyly. 

Alfred blushes and swallows on nothing and stares at Arthur’s plush, pink lips. “Oh.”

“Is that alright with you?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” Alfred says emphatically. “We should do it soon before this thing jumps me out of here.”

Arthur nods. “Right. Good idea. Let me see your hand,” he says, holding out both of his.

Alfred presents his left hand and shivers pleasantly when Arthur takes it, palm up, in his.

Arthur traces his right index finger over the skin, warm green light emanating in its wake, forming a complex symbol and when he’s finished, he places his palm over Alfred’s. He leans in and then pauses. “Alfred. I must caution you. Do not fall in love with me. I cannot love you back and I do not wish to cause you any more distress.”

Alfred nods slowly.

Arthur leans in all the way and kisses him, softly, gently. The first physical contact Alfred has had in quite a long time. And when Arthur pulls back, Alfred knows the faerie’s warning is all for nothing.

He’s already falling in love with Arthur.

[nabesthetics]

The Nabsterpost

(Nabs’ Masterpost)

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Art tag; writing tag; HC tag; incorrect quotes; alignment charts; video edits; sprite edits

(I’m sorry this is horribly outdated)

Fave ask memes/prompts:

The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Random OC NSFW Asks

Important OTP Questions

Smut prompts list

Please just ask me stuff about my MCs and ships

Ships:

Alastor/Lucio (#Dragoat)

Marty/Julian (#Martian Ship)

Links to Headcanons, Fanfiction and MC info under the cut

Headcanons

MC getting flowers for the guys & Asra

M6 as caretakers for a sick MC

Julian Devorak & magic

The origin on Julian’s theatrics

Why Lucio’s character variety makes sense, actually

Lucio’s physical age is kinda weird

And so is his arm

Me screaming silently about Asra taking care of MC. Twice.

So... demons, eh?

Red Plague as a magical bacteria strain

Dragonverse!Arcana: Saltwater Draconids

Spicey Headcanons 🍋🔞

Lucio during & after sex (+kink list)

Lucio + favorite aftercare activities

Service top Muriel

Fanfiction/custom scenes

Image-heavy posts are marked with 🖼️

“It’s yours”, Alastor treating Asra like he deserves (9 images)

“MC has opinions”, custom scene for the PSL tale, video

🖼️ “Hey, just stay with me”, Dragoat, custom Upright scene

“Ghoat”, Dragoat, testing of goatman sprite edits (8 images)

“So why don’t you know magic?” (7 images)

🍋 “Are you holding back? Don’t”, Dragoat, 3k

Dragoat Proposal, video

“A Prayer Unheard, a Letter Never Written”, pre-story angst, 1.1k

“Urge”, pre-Marty/Julian, drabble (bonus 1: The Breakup Day; bonus 2: 7-screen scene)

Dragoat: the Origin

Prologue

🖼️ Chapter 1: Dealing With Ghosts 

🖼️ Chapter 2: Self-standards part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Bonuses: Glirting (goat flirting), keep trying buddy

🖼️ Consequences

🖼️🍋(-ish) “How are you just... swallowing that?”, Alastor/Lucio, custom scene (+fanart bonus)

(honestly this is mostly me trying to keep track of the Dragon Lore)

Introduction

LIs + some backstory

Background: origin, Southern Spines, discovery of magic, education, 

My Ship In 5 Minutes: Dragoat; 🍋 edition

Asra/Muri/Alastor OT3

Art/memes: dragon form WIP sprite, he stronk, Cherry Blossom Festival, damage control (doodle), dragon cuddles/kisses, Awastor, that’s a weird dragon, Dragon Riding, ...the Other Kind of Dragon Riding, mood doodles,

Half-form tongue :]

Hero Forge outfit concepts; HF Masquerade concepts

Food preferences (hint: he eats spiders)

The Coffee Accident

Ask: Magic; more magic; MORE magic + realm travel; gateway

🍋 Ask: pet names, odd kinks, one-night stands

🍋 Alastor + LI’s favorite sex locations

🍋 Sexy magic

🍋 Turn-ons

🍋 NSFW Alphabet: K, Q, X, Z

Panel ask: Thighs or Arms?

🍋 Dragoat NSFW questions

Dragoat: Ultimate Relationship Tag

M O R E Dragoat questions

Ursa Draconis: Ultimate Relationship Tag

Ursa Draconis questions

Favorites: hangout + gemstones; accessory; birthdays; more on accessory and birthdays;

Modern AU

Cooking

Chugging hot drinks (on temperature resistance)

5 things he does to show love

Jealousy

The really tired shopkeeper.

Hero Forge outfit concepts

My Ship in 5 Minutes: Martian (including the NSFW version)

he’s totally fine

Ask: magic; more magic; guess what? more on magic

Cooking

5 things he does to show love

🍋 Sexy magic

🍋 Turn-ons

NSFW Alphabet: T, C, O, K, Q, X, Z

Jealousy

Truth serum ask: so how about that ring?

Familiar: Void (short for Voidemar the Dark Matter Overlord)

Voidemar is Infinite

[highladyofprythian]

Rhys picking Feyre up from univesity drabble

Thus Prythian was split into the seven courts…

When my eyes flutter open, the words in front of me are distorted, on the verge of blurry with my face pressed against the pages. There’s a sharp pain in the back of my neck and my thighs ache from sitting for so long.

Sitting up, I groan as I stretch out my legs, pulling my head to one side to relieve the pain there. Even still, the left side of my face is numb from being pressed against the table’s surface for so long. I scan the library quickly, my Fae ears not picking up the sounds of other students. Odd, considering I only started reading just as the sun went down, the library full of other students. But now, only the soft creek of settling floorboards and my breathing can be heard.

The room is dark, my faelight burnt down to embers, barely enough light to see three feet in front of me, let alone navigate the expansive library. Sighing, I stand up, willing my exhausted magic to fill the faelight again, just enough to guide me and pack my things away.

I pack my book away into the leather rucksack Rhys gifted me last Solstice, along with the charcoal pencils and paper scattered around. Studying, I’ve found, has left me prone to doodling while I concentrate. Little images of flowers, Nyx’s eyes, utterly random shapes. It’s difficult to sit idle, while some ancient wizened Fae drones on in the front of a grand lecture hall about the trade routes between Courts.

The clock chimes in the silence, frightening me so much I jump, pencils clattering to the floor. Grumbling, I bend to retrieve them, but snap back up when I only hear three chimes. Three? But-

Wildly, I whip my head around, determined that other students only left to eat dinner… I couldn’t have been asleep that long. But again, I hear nothing.

I’ve been asleep for hours… oh gods, Nyx.

I tug hard on the bond between Rhys and I, not caring if I wake him from sleep. I need to know if my son is ok.

Good morning, Feyre darling, his voice thick with sleep drawls in my head.

Before I can ask him, he calms my racing thoughts, my shield falling from my panic and lack of proper sleep. The baby is fine, he fell asleep hours ago. As did you, clearly. His dark laughter fills my head, only irritating me further.

You didn’t think to wake me up? I snap at him.

Couldn’t disturb you being so studious, now could I? His tone is amused as he goes on, And besides, I am capable of parenting our child without you.

I soften, melting at the image Rhys sends me of Nyx cradled in his arms, his head resting against Rhys’ bare chest as he bottle feeds him.

I hope you ate too, High Lord. I gripe back, still irritated with him. The stress of the baby’s birth and potential fallout with Autumn has put Rhys on edge, falling back into bad habits of forgetting to eat his meals.

Of course, High Lady. Couldn’t risk falling asleep in my study with the baby home. Infinitely amused, he continues to make fun of me.

If I remember correctly, you were the one to encourage me to attend university. Such is the life of a poor student… I lament, matching his dramatics.

If only because the thought of you sitting in a lecture halls and writing essays does wicked things to me.

What doesn’t? I retort, sending him a rude gesture down the bond. He just laughs, thinking of more creative uses for my hand.

Pig, I say as I finally find my pencil and tie my rucksack together. The faelight follows me as I walk out the grand double doors to the library, illuminating the path ahead.

You love it, his voice and my feet padding along the marble flooring the only sounds to be heard. Truly I somehow managed to sleep through students leaving for dinner, chatting amongst themselves. Even the Fae who do nightly patrolling of the library.

I doubt even the toughest of security guards would want to wake the High Lady, says Rhys. This late at night, I don’t bother putting up my shields, enjoying the simply intimacy of Rhys hearing my thoughts, sharing each moment with me. Even I don’t dare to do that, he continues.

I snort aloud, startling myself. Only when you wake me up creatively… I send him an image of us, him beneath the sheets, my hands gripping the pillow beneath my head.

I don’t think the guards would wake you up quite like that, his mental voice is a little strained. I can see through his eyes that he’s sat up in bed, the sheets pooled around his hips, revealing only a tantalizing shadow but no more.

I follow the path down the winding stairs, the sconces along the stone walls are blown out for the night, the gentle gold of the faelight flickering. The history in these walls is deep, thousand of years of Fae scholars shared this space, writing laws that still preside of Prythian today. Rhysand’s own family, High Lord’s of Night Court past sheltered together, the wards of Velaris being set up as they studied through the night.

And a painting comes to mind, of ancient Fae, gathered in a library of old, heads bent together, scroll after scroll of lore and history being recorded. One day, Rhys himself will stand beside them.

I like to think I’m not stuffy and old yet, darling. His voices brings me back, and I’m greeted by the sight of the university’s large, ornate double doors shut to the elements, no light peeking through the wood.

Yet? Says the five-hundred-year-old with bad knees, I tease as I pull on the large, iron door handle. Amongst the alumni it’s said that the iron handles and sconces were built into the building to ward away evil Fae spirits. However I, and other students have far fonder memories attached. And I’m reminded of my first week here, students rushing past me, completely bare as they ran through the ancient hallways, attempting to touch each piece of iron before their competitors, to then be greeted by a slew of cheers and applause when they completed the course. Even I partook in the spirit of unvieristy, and I’m blushing just thinking about it again.

Shame I wasn’t there, Rhys says, showing me a picture of his own days in the university. A buck-naked Illyiran warrior flouncing down the hallways, outrunning everyone, of course.

I could say the same. Though I don’t think we would’ve studied well together. The heavy doors open to an inky black night, the snow on the ground stark white in contrast.

“Considering your success at reading, I think we would have made exceptionally good study partners.” Rhys’ midnight voice floats through the air, making me jump again.

I huff at him, “You scared me! What are you doing up?” And another more pressing thought, “Who’s minding the baby?” I begin to run towards the river house, though the jog across from the university to the house would take thirty-minutes by foot.

Rhys behind me laughs, and I hear his wings flare wide before he takes me in his arms, pushing off the ground and up, up into the night sky. The air rushes past my face and I revel in the sensation, loving the icy cold against my faelight warmed skin.

Once we find a cruising altitude, Rhys answers me. “Mor is at the house, he’s fast asleep.” His voice caresses my neck and I shiver, though not from the cold. “And I’m here to pick up my star-pupil, lest she fall asleep on herself mid-flight. Again.”

“I had just had a baby! Your baby! And I didn’t fall asleep I simply closed my eyes.”

“And careened straight into a tree.”

I whack my palms against his chest in retaliation, but he’s not wrong. I was only two months post birth and pelvic-reconstruction. I needed to simply pick up something from the market and Rhys was out on business. So, I shifted into my wings and took flight; but that evening Nyx had been up crying and I only managed to sleep for an hour before he was up, happily chatting his baby nonsense about the sun being in the sky once again. I had closed my eyes briefly… and both Rhysand and Azriel still make fun of me. Azriel more so, between fits of chuckling telling me ‘I thought I trained you better than that,’.

I nestle into his arms, sleep clouding my eyes once again, but even after two years, the sight of candle-lit Velaris twinkling against the night sky, cradled betwixt the mountain rages, makes me sigh in wonder, never wanting to close my eyes.

“Sleep, Feyre. You have an early lecture in the morning, wouldn’t want the Professor to catch you drooling on the table.”

I snort weakly, partially asleep once again. “Reminiscing about your own days at university, old man?” His laugh rumbles in his chest, lulling me fully into sleep.

When we land, I wake just enough to kiss Nyx’s little forehead while he sleeps soundly before Rhys picks me up again, places me on our bed and I dream of Rhys after his first war, young by Fae standards, studying the night away in the very same library I slept.  

[fanfoolishness]

Interview with a Fic Writer

Tagged by @novantinuum, thank you!

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How many works do you have on AO3?

242 works. The actual fuck??? Wow, me. Of course, this does span about 9 years, so I guess that's not that insane?

What’s your total word count on AO3

549,737! But that averages out to only 2271 words per story, haha. You got me! I think I have less than 10 fics that have more than 1 chapter. I love one-shots, what can I say?

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Oh, you want to get into this? All right. We'll get into this:

The X-Files, proto-fandom, ur-fandom, first OTP ever... yeah, 15-year-old me went. WILD. Many horrible Mulder/Scully stories, and some Doggett/Scully and character study stories as well. Mostly not very good, but with occasional flashes of decent writing. Really had a difficult time writing romantic feelings between 30+ year-olds given a) I did not date in high school and b) was 17 and not an emotionally stunted FBI agent.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - not a huge volume of stories, but definitely some very angsty Spuffy and Spike tales.

Harry Potter - just one published fic (Lupin grieving Sirius), and one with Snape and Harry having a heart to heart I could never quite get right.

Then came the dark times (vet school) where I was exhausted and hard at work for a few years and I thought, horribly, I might have outgrown fandom. Thank god for...

X-Men First Class and the undying love of Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr! I'd never fallen for a slash ship before but my god I fell hard for this one and wrote my first fandom smut and my first real AU (mutants with zombies) that I never finished.

Then.... let's see...

Quantum Leap drabbles!

Two Avatar the Last Airbender fics!

Agents of SHIELD fics, mostly focused on Coulson and FitzSimmons, and super angsty.

Bioshock Infinite sads (god I love writing the sad bad dad)!

And then the juggernauts of Mass Effect (my longest fic to date with 30 chapters!) and Dragon Age, which were endlessly productive and are still productive given the variety of different protagonists you can create, different choices, and different relationships to canon characters. I'm still working on a Hawke/Varric fic in the back of my mind here.

There's one random Gravity Falls fic (wish I could have got a little more obsessed with it, or gotten into it while it aired) of Stan sads, and one tiny Avengers ficlet of a sad Tony and Peter.

There's one Wheel of Time fic! Dammit I wanted Rand and Tam to reunite so much sooner than they did.

40-odd Steven Universe fics! So many SU fics!

One random Schitt's Creek fic of David and Patrick!

And finally, The Mandalorian, with 47 fics. Phew!!!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Invitation, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin finds himself in dreams that seem realer than real, reminding him of his loss, but he begins to find a sense of hope again. A promise is kept.

2. The Outstretched Hand, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin is a man of action, but sometimes, the quiet finds its way in. Din reckons with the aftermath of the events of Chapter 14, the Tragedy. (My very first Mando fic!)

3. Not the Sentimental Type, Steven Universe. Priyanka Maheswaran has long prided herself on keeping her emotions in check. But a mother's love can only grow, and sometimes it expands to people she never anticipated. Like the Universe boy.

4. Translation, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin was a man of few words, but many languages. Some might have thought the Child had no language at all. Din Djarin and the Child grow to understand each other.

5. Full Disclosure, Steven Universe. Just as the world begins to recover from Spinel's attack, Steven starts having nightmares. The more he ignores his fears, the worse they become, until he's left with no other choice but to ask for help. (My thoughts on what would drive Steven Universe Future, and I wasn't far off.)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really try to! Even sometimes years later if I realize I've missed some. I appreciate each and every one, and have definitely made friendships through comments <3

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, hell... I'm too lazy to link these but if anyone wants to read them let me know or find them on my AO3!

A Stopped Clock from Bioshock Infinite has Booker DeWitt ravaged by Korsakoff's amnesia from his long-standing alcoholism. Is Columbia real or imagined? Hard to say.

The Viscount's Way shows Varric Tethras having become his parent, and a cruel, hard viscount of Kirkwall.

Songs in the Key of Red shows how Cullen fared under the dark future in Redcliffe in DAI, and they write happy endings, don't they? shows what happened to Varric. Both horribly depressing in different ways!

Two by Two, Hands of Blue shows a not unexpected end to lyrium addiction :( Poor Cullen, he got a lot of angsty developments, didn't he?

Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever written?

Never really got into crossovers or AUs. Just... meh for me!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, I don't think so.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Charles/Erik, Shepard/Garrus, Shepard/Liara, Shepard/Tali, a mess of different f/f femShep drabbles, and most of my Dragon Age pairings have gotten sexytimes. On the other hand I helped start the NoRomo Mando tag for the Mandalorian to help find non-pairing Mandalorian content. Depends on the pairing and the fandom, for sure.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, thank goodness!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so! There used to be a Spanish-language wiki linking to some of my old X-Files stories XD

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but friends and I definitely will beta each others' things to help with sticky points.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

ALL-TIME? Just, why? So many ships I loved in years past turned out to have pretty damn problematic elements I didn't see at the time, so it's hard to say... Mulder/Scully actually has a ton of issues, Buffy/Spike obviously has issues... so maybe Hawke/Varric (except not canon!) or Garrus/Shepard or Brosca/Alistair.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Still need to finish my Hawke/Varric fic for after Adamant! I have 3 chapters written that I haven't posted. Maybe posting them will help inspire me....

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and POV writing from different characters; I feel fantastic writing Steven and Greg, though totally at sea trying to write from Connie's POV, randomly. But I think my dialogue and emotional beats are what people tend to tune in for. When I do write romance, it's usually very sweet and silly and pulled from life. I also love writing nature scenes and settings to help establish mood. Mood and emotion and catharsis are my bread and butter, and I like my poetic prose.

What are your writing weaknesses?

What the hell is a long, well-thought-out plot? Like what even is that???? My longest fic with 30 chapters is basically "Shepard has PTSD and hangs out with her crew. They have some funerals." THAT'S IT. How the heck people actually come up with plot that ties into the lore of a fandom I genuinely have no idea and it's the biggest thing that's held me back from finishing original work. I can come up with a setting and characters and then trying to make them do stuff that's more than just talking to other characters and deepening their relationships with them... how the fuck???

I also definitely have 10-20 words that I am in constant danger of reusing like every other paragraph, LOL!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't speak any other languages so I always avoid it as much as possible. I've seen people describe sign differently in fics and picked one way to depict it that made sense to me for Grogu, but that's about it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files, of course!

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Towards Another Day, the tale of how Cullen went from being a templar in Kirkwall to commander of the Inquisition, is definitely up there.

Reverberations is one of my rare multi-chaptered fics and one of my favorite for the catharsis at the end. It makes me tear up every time. 5 times Din and Grogu encounter the Dark Side, and one time they find the Light.

Either a world for the birds (Steven develops a closer relationship with his Uncle Andy, learning birdwatching along the way) or on the subject of rocks (Steven and Jasper finally reach a peace) might take the prize for favorite SU fic.

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Tagging (if you’re super bored and would like a fun thing to do) fellow writers:

@lastwordbeforetheend, @runrundoyourstuff, @honestlyhufflepuff, @art3mys, and @fake-starwars-fan if you would like to play!

[titaniasfics]

if your prompts are still open, for wanda and vision: "my love for you is set in stone" (bc tell me that 'Heart of Stone' from SIX isn't the perfect song to encapsulate the devastation that was the finale of WandaVision?! gahhh I just want Wanda, Vision and the kids to be together and happy!)

In which Vision needs to defeat Wanda before he can save her.  

Inspired by a mashup of two prompts:

1)    One shot of Vision and Wanda making up after a fight. Would love to see your take on it.

2)    If your prompts are still open, for Wanda and Vision: "my love for you is set in stone" (bc tell me that 'Heart of Stone' from SIX isn't the perfect song to encapsulate the devastation that was the finale of WandaVision?! gahhh I just want Wanda, Vision and the kids to be together and happy!)

Bonkers drabble speculation on how Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness movie might end. I make a ton of assumptions on this so please be aware that this all made up. Like, more made up than usual. Leans heavily into comic book lore, especially the Giant-Size Avengers Comic Book, Issue #4.

Oh, and I’m a noob when it comes to fight scenes, so I’ve contrived every way to avoid writing one.

Thanks, anons! The song “Heart of Stone” is now on my WandaVision playlist.

Heart of Stone 

Vision’s vibranium arc reactor, which Dr. Cho installed to replace the Mind Stone and the flimsy solar absorption unit courtesy of SWORD, strains against Wanda’s sustained energy blast. Her beautiful blue eyes which normally turn a color of magma when she invokes her power, are now pitch black from Dormammu’s possession. Under his influence, she is doing her best to fulfill his diabolical directive.

Kill The Vision.

Even after Dr. Strange’s attempts to weaken her, she is as incandescent as the black energy that pulses at the center of the Dark Dimension. The Supreme Sorcerer tried to warn Vision when he first appeared in this hellish dimension of evil in search of Wanda.

She won’t recognize you. She will kill you and when she returns to herself and realizes what she has done, nothing in the universe – not me, not Agatha Harkness, not even Dormammu himself – will be able to withstand the force of her rage.

If he cannot reach her, she will not only destroy him, but in her grief, she will tear apart the multiverse and everything within it. Wanda’s grief is a cosmic force all its own.

He knows. He became well-acquainted with it in Westview when, like a puppet himself, he was sent to neutralize her.

Now, suspended between a host of conquered planets at the mercy of the god of the Dark Dimension, Wanda is draining him, even as he dredges up every last store of energy that the reactor can generate to resist her. Around him, the dimension roars with the collective fear of an infinite number of trapped beings.

I’ll hold off Dormammu, but if she doesn’t snap out of his spell, neither of us will be able to stop her and Dormammu will take Earth’s dimension.

As Dr. Strange warned, Vision needs to thwart Dormammu’s endless designs to absorb Earth into the Dark Dimension, but Vision also needs Wanda and he must find a way to get her back.

He sends another pulse of energy, forcing her to pull back, but she recovers quickly, his blast nothing more than an annoying insect bite. If he could just get to her. Look into her eyes. He knows like he knows who he is, who they are together, that he can reach her.

“Wanda, you are killing me. Darling, please,” he begs, knowing his words are a poor substitute for what he needs to do to free her.

“The Vision must die,” Wanda repeats, sending a last, decisive blast towards him. The impact sends fire through his body, heat like nothing he’s ever experienced. He falls, hurtling like a chunk of meteor to the hellish rock below. The impact is nothing compared to the pain. Vision is burning in his skin. His senses are compromised, his systems failing, despite the nanobots unfurling in his bloodstream, scurrying to stem the hemorrhages of a body struggling to remain intact.

When Wanda lands before him, he senses her more than he feels her. He reaches out to her, lifting his eyes to gaze into hers. Even though his vision is fading, he sees that they are as bottomless as the dark matter of the cosmos. As dark as the evil that holds her.

“Wanda, you must remember…who you are…”

“Wanda Maximoff is no more,” she drones and his heart fractures at the realization that her words might hold an unwanted truth. Perhaps Dormammu has buried Wanda…his Wanda… so far inside herself that she may never emerge again.

“Who said…Wanda is no more? Dormammu? You once said…you needed no one…to tell you who you are. Do you really take him at his word?”

She blinks, shaking her head as if to clear it. “Dormammu,” she murmurs and the emptiness in her voice is rich with confusion. On the strength of this, Vision staggers to his feet.

“You are not a puppet.” He reaches for her, her flinch half-hearted because she allows him to grasp her by her upper arms. “You are Wanda Maximoff. You are the Scarlet Witch –“

“The Scarlet Witch,” she repeats.

“—and you are my love,” he finishes before his strength gives out and he falls to one knee before her. “I am weak. I am not sure if I will recover, but you must remember who you are.”

The struggle is clear on her face. “Remember who I am. Who I am...”

“Yes. And remember that my love for you is set in stone, no matter what happens here.”

“Vision?” she asks, her question as plaintive as a child’s. He looks up again at the brittle tone of her voice. The darkness in her eyes floods with a blue as bright as the summer sky over the mountains, a blue that is out of place in this terrible hellscape.

“Wanda,” he says, reaching for her, but his strength is failing him as energy is diverted to repairing his damaged systems. “Remember us.”

She stiffens as if a distended rubber band has snapped into place. “Vision!” she shouts, kneeling before him. “Did I do this?”

He wants to say give her an affirmative answer but speech has escaped him and staying conscious consumes his every last effort.

“No-no-no-no,” she moans, tears distorting her words. “You can’t…you can’t die again.” Her hands glow and she places them over him. “I’m here. I’ll fix you.”

Vision takes a deep breath as her energy courses through him – familiar, like the smell of her hair or the softness of her skin. The fire that threatened to consume him earlier cools to a gentle pulse as the nanobots in his body feed on her energy, accelerating repairs, putting his body back together again at a rate even they had not been designed for. But they hold onto their structural integrity and Vision is able to see clearly again. His thoughts untangle and his strength returns.

She withdraws her powers, her palms warm as she cradles his head in her hands. “How? How did you get here?”

Vision puts his hand over hers, reveling in the feel of her skin against his. “It is a rather long story that I will share with you when we leave this place.”

“First things first,” she says, crushing her lips to his and at that moment, he realizes how much he has missed this as well, the sheer physicality of her love for him. A mad god howls in rage just beyond, the Dark Dimension threatens to swallow them both, but he is lost to the taste of her mouth and the warmth of her arms wrapped around him.

“Hey, guys?” comes a voice that pulls them from their bubble of bliss. “I could use some help over here.”

They pull apart to see Dr. Strange, locked in some magical struggle for dominance against the god of the Dark Dimension, straining against his power.

“I’ve got this,” Wanda says, rising into the air. “Don’t go anywhere.”

In awe of her power, he takes off beside her, ready to offer her the backup she really does not need. “You will never get rid of me again.”

***

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|･ω･｀) visionofnoxus

Send me |･ω･｀) + a URL and I’ll talk about this blog! ♥ Accept my Love pls !! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧  ♥ 

[ ♠ ] – I don’t know in which moment Swain traveled to Piltover & got himself a computer in order to break the 4th wall & communicate with all of us, but I’m fully convinced this is what is happening now, guys. @visionofnoxus ’s portrayal is just incredible & fully enjoyable high quality to read/indulge in.

Starting with how good he writes all the way up to tons & tons of magnificent world building about Noxus & the Raven General himself, he give us insight into every aspect seriously & placing such amazing amount of thought as covering every detail. You can just feel a Master mind behind that screen which settles a goal & draws a plan, follows it & succeed on delivering just what he wants to accomplish. The Lore expands & with every headcanon / answer about those topics I would dare to say Riot shall contract him like now, allowing him full domain on the topic. LET HIM WRITE THE CONTENT, RIOT, HE GOOD RAVEN, HE VISIONARY & WOULD MOVE THAT LORE AWESOMELY >:C

His portrayal of Swain is on absolute on point, even when threads hold a little of crack and funny shenanigans in them, you just can’t help but hear the Grand General’s voice on his words & all the actions. He has an incredible attention to details that form him & something I have come to like a lot about how he writes him, is that Swain isn’t exclusively stern / don’t approach me / I’m (infinite numbers) better than you, but instead has a full range of emotions to portray. There’s a ton of humanity and realness, without exaggerating & everything is super balanced.

I adore how he also puts so, so much creativity and can’t ever explain entirely how happy I am to be able to write with him both in our little thread as to share all the art / writing exchange back and forth. Favorite Enemy/Ally of mine, I couldn’t ask for better ♥ … I’m absolutely charmed by how he can pour all the creativity and so fast. Like, have you noticed how fast and yet excellent content can he deliver? When he comes and writes his drabbles is a marvel to behold, & I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets all ‘wow’ when reading him, absolute mind-blown.

On a personal note: Dearest, you are an amazing writer & a really nice person to talk/share details with. It makes me truly happy that we had been writing & developing even with different ways of interaction the little rivalry/alliance/shenanigans between the Rose & the Raven. I’m having so much tons of fun & for that you own my absolute gratitude. I hope we can continue all those for such a long time! –Throws all the Gladioli Flower to him!-

May great creativity, inspiration & wonderful things be ever in your favor!

[citialiin]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @forseenclade thank you ! man i am so bad at doing memes.  tagging: @blossomingbeelzebug @zhrets @lupichorous @dansiere yayayayayayayaya

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [ z/iggy stardust is DEFINITELY not my original character, but 683 is, and every single part of how i rp ziggy from his backstory to his personality was made up by me. that being said, ziggy is still a character that exists in media. ]

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO. [ im pretty sure ziggy is tied with the thin white duke as one of b*wie’s most famous fictional personas? ]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES ? / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [ maybe a little overrated ]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ celebrity rock god of limitless talent vs inevitable overrated washup. most celebrities are polarizing anyways ]

How strictly do you follow canon?  — there isnt much canon to go off of i think? the album barely even states if ziggy is an alien and b*wie himself got really wishy washy about it (sometimes saying z is a human who was contacted by aliens, he was an alien himself, etc). i dont think we know anything about him besides what he looks like (red hair / weird eyes / pale / “well hung” lmao) and he has a band called the spiders from mars, he plays the guitar left handed, he’s bisexual + androgynous, and he’s charming and popular with the teens but inevitably is a victim of his own ego. and he dies.  that too.  but that’s literally it! we know Nothing else about him.  so i filled in all the gaps because my brain has worms.  theres a little bit of the story that verges on fantasy (that he’s some sort of messiah messenger for “the infinites,” whatever the fuck THAT means, david) so i nix that because i prefer hard scifi.  and theres one BIG part that i just ... deleted out of his canon, in that the world is ending in 5 years in his timeline, and he’s like ... aware of this ?  but that’s dumb and confusing.  i legit dont care anymore. my OC now.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  im so embarrassed i know i could be genuine and actually try but i have brain blockajjolajlakala33lak33klak333ak3jka3akjj323j3 i guess it’s like ... ziggy is truly the ultimate expression OF humanity because he reveals everything both wrong and right about the human condition, he literally embodies the best of humanity and the worst at the same time, he’s a really interesting critique on the idea of genuineness/earnestness vs commercalism in art, the perils of fame, and also how humans are so inherently corrupting?  a lot of thematic stuff i like exploring is like what is innate to humans vs what is learned behavior, what are things that humans do naturally that ziggy mimics out of his desire to be like us?  i think he has a really good story arc -- he went from being a literal nameless CLONE in a society full of pragmatic forward thinking science-oriented people to a sell out rockstar celebrity in a society of people that value individualism and self expression and art, but in the process completely lost his mind and himself and gave into the worst that humanity has to offer like rampant selfishness, drug abuse, self destructive tendencies, etc. characters changing is always interesting and ziggy truly changes for the worse -- but he is never just black and white, he was never good and then suddenly evil, he just was always the same person putting on different facades and trying to be himself by constructing an identity that maybe was who he wanted to be versus who he actually is.  i dont know what im talking about. hes just an alien trying to be too hard to be human in all the wrong ways.   i just like how “gray” ziggy is. he isnt good or bad, he can be very nice and he can be very mean, he’s overtly showboating confident but at the same time deeply afflicted with self-consciousness (why tf else would anyone be So obsessed with how they present themselves?).  hes an icon of individualism but also commercialism.  he’s freakishly alien but is almost more human than humans themselves.  he struggles as lot in his head -- which makes for interesting writing, i guess !!  Im so emabrrased im not going to go back and read what i wrote so if i typoed dont look at me

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  i think ziggy comes across as really mean and nothing else.  his horrible bitchy rudeness comes across as hee hee hoo hoo sassy isnt he a rascal when it’s supposed to be more like ... he’s so far gone into the celebrity delusion he’s conflated aggressive rudeness with charmingness because no one told him otherwise and everyone worships him to the point where he’s just given into the delusion that he can do no wrong.  i think theres the general simplification problem that happens with a lot of fictional characters, it’s easy to see him as just a whacky sassy glittery quirky rockstar when i guess it avoids the inherent tragedy of like ... everything else about him. his totally fake and false sense of identity built up from superficial things like fame and labels and stardom.  maybe my version of ziggy is just too weirdly depressing and sad when i know his original iteration wasn’t quite so ... grim.  im not very sure tbh.  

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  hmmm ... a lot of things! i just really got into b*wie stuff in early 2019, i’ve ALWAYS loved aliens and sci-fi, and i was really shocked that db sets up such great visual storytelling potential but does it through music.  i just really liked ziggys “story” and i like any chance to think about aliens so i just got invested into piecing together a little backstory for him using, like, the cumulative knowledge of literally every other piece of science fiction ive ever consumed in my life.  this was summer 2019 when i was making initial pitches for my thesis film, and so i just randomly decided to pitch “animated version of ziggy stardust” as one of the potential ideas.  shockingly everyone liked it a lot and so did my professor who thought it was really cool, and then i just ended up sticking with the character and working on him for an entire year.  ziggy became my hobby but also my homework.  he was such a fun character because everything about him was interesting to me and i had just enough source material to have a starting point but so much room to take him in any direction i wanted to.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  honestly, yooooou guyssssss. i have some really amazing fwends that ive met thru here .... and some of our dumb stupid stories have literally become NOVEL length. it just self generates inspiration because you realize the limitless amount of stories you could tell with this one single character when your character enters his story or he enters their story and etc. etc.  ive drawn endless amounts of comics and stuff for him ... ziggy is just so endlessly interesting ...   cringe be cringed bro but recently (i know this sounds dumb bear with me or die.) ive kind of realized a lot of how i rp z comes as some metaphor for the experience of being an asian immigrant/being asian in the US -- his home “culture” is a lot stricter than the rampant selfish individualism of the usa (he only lives in the uk and usa, so he thinks the whole planet is like this), he’s dissuaded from standing out from his community and his selfishness becomes a community burden rather than a personal flaw, and when he does come to earth, he goes through such awful culture shock, literally nothing makes sense to him and everything is Different.  and while some things are different in a Nice way, something things are different in an Awful way, and he’s given the option between losing his true personal identity as an atominan and giving it up to be a human.  the allure of being a human is a little too much but losing yourself like this is traumatic, in a way.  obvs like ... a little silly and definitely not something that i actively intended to put into his story arc, its just something that fell into place cuz i guess i worked so closely with my own personal experiences and feelings of “alienation” (pun intended) to try to understand how he would feel being a literal alien an shid. its cathartic to write about him. but he also has a lot of my own personal interests just thrown in -- 70s fashion, scifi, science, tryhard implications about human nature, art history, whatever dumb nonsense i get into

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / SOMETIMES?

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO  [ i would prefer information to spring up organically in the story but cuz threads always get dropped i end up just telling people outright. i didnt want anyone to know his home planet/his old name but barely anyone writes enough with ziggy to get to that point to reveal it (i legit managed to do it organically Once) so i just had to write it in a post lmao orz ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO [ wrote a ton of drabbles ! drew a ton of comics! ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO 

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO / I DUNNO?

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / HAHA NO.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES  / NO. / IDK ? 

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  definitely!  like i said ... my version of ziggy ended up being the protag of my thesis film and for 1 yr straight his characterization, backstory, design, and even how i wanted to animate his fucking movements (ziggy stardust timing charts.) were beaten to death in a classroom environment, torn apart and rebuilt into something better.  had i stayed with what i originally wanted to go with, ziggy would be so different than how i write him 2day. amazingly my pre production professor is a literal two time emmy award winning storyboard artist and animator so he definitely helped me design him (my version of ziggy is meant for ... a cartoon, obviously, not real life) and give him a better backstory?  and my post production professor is a retired disney animator who worked on hercules and a bunch of old disney channel shows?  had i gone wah wah wah i dont want to hear ur critiques i wouldnt have made him better.  if you ever think ziggy seems inconsistent or poorly written ... tell me !! i literally major in ... animation. cartoons. entertainment.  my job is to entertain you. if you are not entertained, there is a problem.  ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED ????

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  I LOVE QUESTIONS? i love ... answering questions ... if you ask me something ill come kiss you.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  sure! i dont know why that would happen, though, because i mean ... he’s an OC. but i gues someone could be like “i feel like this is incongruous to things you’ve previously established in his character” or somethin

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  i feel like a lot of b*wie stans would find my version of ziggy weird but i mean thats fine!  i guess my goal is to have a well written character, not necessarily an accurate version of ziggy

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  if you hate MY version of ziggy thats fine but if u hate ziggy stardust in general (like the bowie concept) then u need some taste what the fuck is cooler than a egomaniac genderless bisexual rockstar alien with red hair? nothing. go back to watching your CW shows you dirty filthy normie

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  yes! dm me though. dont clown me on the dash like that.  i usually write your replies 12 AM - 4 AM so it’s expected.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  hmmm ... maybe! i do like to talk to people and i am VERY nice, trust me, if youre ever sad ill do everything i can to make you feel better. but im quiet! i dont really reach out to people and i tend to just keep to myself.  im not very social or extroverted at all haha i barely can make ooc posts without feeling like god’s coming to beat my head in with a brick. im sitting here at 5:30 AM with this meme feeling like if i post it i will die (BUT I MUST)

[revolver-jesus]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Meme.

Mun  &  Muse

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: @tacitusauxilium​ Thanks a bunch ! <3 tagging:    Anyone who hasn’t yet! Tag me in it and I’ll check it out!

MY MUSE IS:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated.

IS YOUR CHARACTER POPULAR IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / MAYBE  ( I think most people forget Strega existed lmao )

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED HOT™ IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / IDK. 

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED STRONG IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / IDK. ( His boss is easy but I headcanon him stronger than he’s depicted in gameplay.)

ARE THEY UNDERRATED?   YES / NO / IDK. ( I MEAN, MAYBE THE MOST.)

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN STORY?   YES / NO

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER?   YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.  ( I mean, they don’t talk to him i think??? )

ARE THEY WIDELY KNOWN IN THEIR WORLD?   YES / NO.  ( I don’t know, he had a cult I mean!!! )

HOW’S THEIR REPUTATION?   GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. 

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?   — I’ve pretty much reinvented his character to flesh him out and make him live past the fall, so !

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka: try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.   —   HOO BOY DO YOU LIKE   DEATH CULTS DO YOU LIKE   HIPPIES BUT THE OPPOSITE DO YOU LIKE   VILLAINS THAT ARE INTERESTING CHARACTER FOILS OR  UNDERDEVELOPED CHARACTERS WITH INFINITE POTENTIAL IF YOU JUST IGNORE CANON ?? Then I have the character for you!!  Meet Takaya Sakaki, antithesis to every Persona protag and avid tattoo enthusiast! Come see a man so mired by trauma and self destruction that he’s willing to take all of you pathetic souls with him!  Interact now and learn how killing people is actually saving people!  Find peace in his cold, unloving stare but surprisingly bright and sunny smile! Nag him about how he needs to eat more and needs to wear a shirt in the snow probably !! ALL THIS AND MORE !

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).   —  UM... As he’s depicted in the canon story, he’s pretty bare bones? He has little to no direct emotional conflict with a lot of the characters other than he killed their friend and (maybe, if Mitsuru cares-) is a product of the Kirijo group.  I can already kinda see how it’s difficult to get him to connect or have strong motivations for speaking with the rest of the cast sometimes--  but I’m tryin’ my best !

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?   —   I think it was watching this video after it showed up in my recs? And I suddenly had a visceral memory that OH YEAH STREGA EXIST OH HECK   I never noticed how...... kinda weird and interesting Takaya was. I just kinda got this idea I could do something with his character.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?   —   I just sorta started tbh! We’ll see but!! So far, it’s bouncing interactions off of others that really help develop him!

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE YOUR CHARACTER JUSTICE?   YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? ( I have no idea! )

DO YOU FREQUENTLY WRITE HEADCANONS?   YES / NO / SORT OF? 

DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE DRABBLES?   YES? / NO 

DO YOU THINK A LOT ABOUT YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY?   YES / NO ( Usually while on the bus and listening to music! )

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR PORTRAYAL?   YES / NO / SORT OF? ( I have no idea...)

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING?   YES / NO / A LITTLE BIT. 

ARE YOU A SENSITIVE PERSON?   YES / NO / SORTA.

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?   —    I might cringe for forty days and forty nights but I will appreciate it in the long one I promise

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU TO EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?   — OH ABSOLUTELY PLEASE SEND SOME

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — I totally admit to being kinda... confrontational, but I don’t do it to encourage you to STOP sending your opinion to me, I just wanna bounce ideas ya know!! If you can change my mind about a muse I want you to do it !!

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?   — I’d understand tbh, I know I’m playing him non-canonly.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? —  HEY I get he killed Shinji and he’s awful, but please don’t take it personally out on me!! I’ve gotta ask you to unfollow, chief.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?   —  .......... Let me fail in peace, please I mean, unless it’s so bad a typo that you can’t make out what the sentence is conveying, in which case PLEASE come in my IMs and kick my ass.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? —   I am EXTREMELY easy going with other people, but super ultra tough on myself because I am an anxious mess tbh