#WHAT IF I EXPLODED FOREVER

[fishyartist]

U ever realize the deadline for something is like. A few hours away. When u thought u had an whole ass extra week. I sure wouldn’t do that hahah………..

[amiterum]

‧ ₊˚ @peerlessscowl asked:

His fingers tapped at the wood of the box gently. He'd been standing just at the end of the hall for a few minutes now, considering the thing in his hands in silence - Raven was sure that he was drawing looks by his presence here, so long without moving, but it wasn't the eyes of outsiders that drew him short. It was the pair of eyes that waited for him. Or might have, if he'd announced his coming. He hadn't forgotten, how could he have, and despite the fact that she had not forgotten him, either, there was that part of him that wavered, that shadowed corner of his heart that might have pressed that she was better off if he left her be. To her new life, her new friends. Her new family. Raven frowned, tipping the lid of the box open just so with one finger, letting it clap shut before it could reveal its contents. He hadn't kept much, hadn't the time to grab all that he'd wanted, but what he did have in his possession was priceless, one of a kind in his heart if not in reality. He took the final strides to her room, knocked once - too brisk - then another, softer, before he took a breath and tried the door. "Priscilla." His greeting was more curt than he meant it, and for a moment he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, keeping his focus on the box in his hands before, finally, raising his head to meet her gaze. "I...I'm not sure if you remember," remembered, as he did, the long nights before the hearth, the roaring fire that served as backdrop for their father's favorite stories, "but I've...kept some things. I wanted you to have this." He extended his arm, holding the box for her to take, the motion tender and vulnerable, as if he were offering her a piece of his body, not merely a small, inornate wooden box, its varnish long stripped from handling. If Priscilla were to take the box, she might notice the small key that protrudes from one side - it is a music box. If she turns the key and opens the lid, she will hear what might have been a very familiar lullaby.

She would never dare to admit such a selfish thing, and yet in all of the days leading up to this one, Priscilla has not been able to shake the thought of what her brother would do.

Would he greet her first thing in the morning? Would he give her a gift, perhaps accompany her to dinner? Had he thought about it every year the same as she had his?

Or had he forgotten-- would she meet his gaze across the dining hall and see nothing different than any other morning?

Priscilla tells herself that it doesn't matter. She could hardly blame him, had he truly forgotten. His being alive was a gift enough, every moment at his side worth more to her than any silly birthday present could ever be.

Her thumb and index finger turn a tarnished ring around once, thrice-- over and over and over. She lays flat on a still-made bed, watching the ceiling as she mulls over the same thought.

It doesn't matter. It will be fine.

The knock at her door sends her scrambling to her feet, that chorus in her mind immediately forgotten. She smooths her wrinkled skirt, tucks the ring on its chain back beneath the collar of her shirt, and watches the door as though she is afraid she might have imagined the sound.

When it opens-- when she sees him-- suddenly the world has never been brighter.

Gently, she accepts his offering. It trades hands so slowly, so carefully, that Priscilla has to remind herself to breathe once its weight has settled fully upon her own. Her eyes don't move from it, wide with awe. For a moment she is a girl no taller than her father's knee, her life is still one bright canvas instead of its pieced together remains.

"I... How could I ever forget..?"

As though in a daze, she steps to her bedside table. The little box is lowered carefully and Priscilla sinks to her knees before it, never once looking away as she turns the key and raises its top.

When next she turns to look at her brother, tears have already begun their descent upon her cheeks. She stands slowly, hands trembling at her sides, and seems to falter a moment.

But only a moment, for in the next she has flung her arms around her brother's shoulders, face buried in the collar of his shirt. It is a rush of emotion she has swallowed since they reunited, broken free from the carefully protected cage of her chest.

Through tears, she manages only three words for the thousands gone unsaid.

"Thank you, Raymond."

[gatoiberico]

parfait pals

[crystalmagpie447]

HRUJIEKJHBHEJIJF FINISHED IT RAAA!!! started this in september i think

giggles kicks my legs

[revalito]

of those we keep in the dark

[lazylittledragon]

discussion: would gale accept only getting a few decades with his partner because he’s a squishy human OR would he go the lich route a la barry bluejeans

[adigitalsky]

maybe in our next life

[beartitled]

The bear creatüre has a bachelor degree now

Yea I graduated uni today 🐻‍❄️🎓🎉

Feels weird tbh 💥

My brain did not register this information yet

Diploma comic reveal when? 👀

[doctorwhoisadhd]

the unquiet dead (2005) / captain jack harkness (2007)

[spaceratprodigy]

(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️

@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]

WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚

[lovesickeros]

lord its so dark in here the sahara desert of tsaritsa content you are like a shining oasis. your characterisation of her compels me & mihoyo would be hard pressed to top it imo.!! caaaaan i humbly request yr thoughts on her first meeting w a reader of any kind, or maybe even multiple kinds (sagau, sagau god au, isekai, etc) if you so desire...

it really is like a desert here. being the fan of a character we aren't getting until the last damn nation is driving me up a wall but i will persevere bc if nothing else i support morally bankrupt women in media. we r in a severe drought over here but i do my best. unfortunately nothing i say is ever coherent so pull out your translation notes its abt 2 be messy

also this got out of hand but thats bc first meetings w the tsaritsa are tricky to write + a LOT of her characterization lies in deeper exploration then just surface level yknow...NOT A DIG AT YOU this is just my excuse for rambling. gently pats the tsaritsa she can hold so much complexity i do not have the word count to delve into it completely :]

gonna talk cult au for a bit here though because that's 99% of my content. and honestly? she thrives in sub au's of the cult au like villain au + imposter au. it's basically made for her. i mean, early days, the imposter au had been going around for a little while but one of the first few ideas was the Fatui taking reader in so like. it kinda technically actually was. pretty sure cult au Tsaritsa popped up because of the imposter au. a lot of it's writers kinda left though which. man am i getting old or.

anyway.

there isn't much of a chance her first impression is all that positive. at best it's usually neutral, imo, but rarely if ever positive. specifically because i view the Tsaritsa as someone who isn't as fanatical as most of the acolytes typically are towards the creator. she's not exactly going to worship the ground you walk on unlike a certain geo lizard. which is partially why i think she thrives in the sub au's i mentioned.

imposter au, for example. she meets you at your lowest. there's no gaudy extravagance or pampering from the acolytes waiting for you because your own acolytes have turned on you. for all intents and purposes you aren't a "god" at all. which is why i don't think she meshes well with normal cult au reader. the Fatui are made up of outcasts, basically, and imposter au slots right in just perfectly. you're weak, at your lowest, when you meet the Fatui in the imposter au. and the Fatui can help you, too.

a mutual exchange, really. the Tsaritsa sees a tool she can use to one up the rest of the nations and especially Archons, and she has no qualms about you using her and the Fatui in turn. you both want something out of it, after all. whether you just want to be safe from the rest of the acolytes, or you want revenge, or whatever else..she'll give you the power to fulfill it, and she gains the strongest piece on the chessboard when all is said and done.

the best way i can describe the first meeting is "practical", i suppose. she sees an opportunity in you. the ultimate gamble. because if she "saves" you, and you dont trust anyone else because they tried to kill you, well..she holds all the cards, doesn't she?

but the Tsaritsa, imo, is just as capable of being just as fanatical towards you as anyone else. she just won't worship you as the creator. but as yourself? clawing your way back to your divine power and taking back what belongs to you? the Tsaritsa is, to me, a character who's character flourishes in long-term fics more because she changes a LOT between "just met reader" and after having been with reader for some time. she's practically apathetic at the beginning but a lot of her character, in my characterization, shines through LONG after the first meeting.

[giftplane]

small lil guy

a thing i drew fr another thing i wrote. woaugh

[fortheturnstiles]

um . um (from carly simon's memoir boys in the trees)

[tommyssupercoolblog]

I love Dan and Phil because I, too, am in a very publicly affectionate, deeply devoted, codependent, attached-at-the-hip, literally obsessed with each other, besties but also lovers and also soulmates, seperation-anxiety-if-seperated, functioning as a pair/duo at all times relationship with a sarcastic man who has dark hair to my blonde hair and has an edgy aesthetic to my uwu aesthetic. I know the feeling. I relate. I get the vibes.

Half the time when someone blogs about Dan and Phil I'm just like damn that could also be about us....real

All my pair-bonded bitches in the phlub TONIGHT?!!!! raise your arms on the dance phloor and say "I AM PEACHLESS!!!"

[chaos-bringer-13]

Jazz's little. Her parents are super cool. They're ghost hunters! It sounds like something from a movie about future and scientists and supernatural beings and cool-looking tech. They have cool-looking tech at home. It's even cooler than tech in the movies.

Jazz also has a little brother. He's stupid but he's hers, and she will protect him from anything. Her brother is very small, he needs someone to protect him and teach him about the world.

She knows about the world. She understands their parents much better than him, and she can tell her brother when they shouldn't be distracted. She knows when they're upset and irritable, and she knows when they're too excited and being near them is dangerous because of all the inventions.

Jazz does a very good job keeping her little brother safe.

---

Jazz goes to school. Her teachers say that she's very smart, the best student in class, and very mature. Her parents are proud of her - when she manages to distract them from ghosts. Her brother is still kinda stupid and doesn't know how to properly fight food, but she's always there to protect him, because that's what older sisters do.

Her classmates seem to think that she's weird though. Some of them say mean things and call her a teacher's pet and a show-off. Jazz isn't sure why they think so because she's always trying to be friendly but maybe she's doing something wrong. She goes to the school library and finds a book about people and their communication.

It's a very interesting book.

---

Jazz is almost a teen. She's gotten better at communicating with people. The school library ran out of psychology books, and Jazz now has to go to the city library but that's fine. Human brain fascinates her.

She's been feeling like something is wrong about her though. She even thought that she was going crazy for a little bit. That probably wasn't true because she didn't match any symptoms but she was still worried.

Someone told her that being so good at lying and faking face expressions is not okay. That's probably not true, Jazz is pretty sure almost everyone can do that. Or maybe she's just being a prodigy again. It's a very good thing to be able to do after all. She can hide her emotions from her family when she's feeling sad. She wouldn't want to worry them, would she?

She'll have to research it.

---

Jazz is a teen. She now knows that her parents aren't actually that good. It's something that was really hard to accept but it did explain everything. Her parents are kinda bad at being parents, and they also don't really listen when she tries to explain it to them.

It's okay. She's almost an adult and Danny has her. She can take care of herself and her brother.

She learns everything she can about being a parent and a therapist and tries to use her knowledge. It's hard, but she's a Fenton, which means that she's very smart and determined. She pushes through, and trains on her classmates and herself.

In the evening she writes about her feelings in a journal. It's very important to be aware of her feelings because that's the first step to dealing with them.

She's experiencing sadness. And anger, actually, even though she doesn't like to admit that.

She writes "this family is a fucking mess" in her journal and then covers the paper with ink until the sentence is absolutely unreadable.

---

Jazz is sixteen, and her stupid parents opened the stupid portal, which means that they're even worse than usual. It's pretty much okay when they're just stuck in their stupid lab, making some stupid weapons. It's not that okay when they're out of the stupid lab, because they get their stupid inventions all over the stupid house, and stupid food comes to life, and she has to protect Danny from both their stupid weapons and stupid hotdogs, and oh god everything is so stupid.

She's experiencing anger.

She's also acting perfectly calm and almost cheerfully.

Jazz hates how perfect her fake smile is in the mirror.

---

Jazz is seventeen. She wants to put her headphones on and listen to some loud music. Jazz can't do that, because she gets anxious if she can't hear what's happening around her. She needs to be fully aware of her surroundings because she needs to be able to protect herself and her brother if weapons against ghosts become weapons against children again.

She thinks that it's not okay.

The house smells of ectoplasm, so she'll be extra careful when opening the fridge.

She thinks that she shouldn't know how ectoplasm smells.

Jazz should probably also warn Danny: her little brother's gotten better at fighting food but doesn't notice the smell of ectoplasm. Funny, considering his ghost sense.

Funny, considering that her brother is a half-ghost.

That her brother died.

That she failed at protecting him after all.

Jazz stops breathing to prevent herself from crying, and doesn't need oxygen for a few minutes too long.

Maybe she failed at protecting herself too.

---

Jazz is turning eighteen next month. Her parents are all of a sudden more attentive and caring, as if that can change their almost-absence during her whole life. She doesn't like their attention because she doesn't know how to deal with it. She doesn't even really think of them as parents anymore.

She thinks of them as a threat.

Once she's eighteen, she's gonna try to move out, and she's going to take Danny with her because it's not safe to leave him here. Maybe after she gets a good job and saves some money, she'll even get into therapy.

Jazz thinks that she needs therapy.

She's been having Bad Thoughts lately, and she doesn't write them down in her journal. Jazz stopped writing anything in there ever since she found out that Danny is a ghost. She just couldn't risk anyone finding that journal.

Jazz isn't sure if she should call those Bad Thoughts intrusive. They scare her, and they're Bad, but it could be just her normal thought process.

It's still definitely not normal.

---

Jazz is eighteen. Her parents are very excited, whispering to each other about how they found a perfect present for her, some surprise that she's gonna love.

She doesn't care.

Her little brother is late from school, and it's weird, because he was also super excited about giving her his present.

She's worried.

Her parents brush off her concern, say that Danny probably just got distracted talking with his friends. They don't listen when she says that Danny wouldn't get distracted like that on her birthday because he's not them, he actually cares about her, he doesn't forget her birthdays, and something has to be wrong for him to be that late.

They don't listen to her at all.

She's angry.

Her parents are excited and talk loudly about how they wanted to find a perfect gift for their favourite daughter, and how they managed to do it because they love her so much. She hates when they're excited. It only leads to problems.

They bring her to the lab because of course they do, why would they make a gift that is normal and isn't kept in the lab, right? They usher her in, so obviously proud of themselves.

She hates them.

And she hates them much, much more the next second, because the gift is her little brother in his ghost form, strapped to a table, unconscious and injured, and the smell of ectoplasm is strong in the lab because of his green blood dripping on the floor.

There's a cold part of her that analyses her feelings and tells her what emotions she's experiencing, and that part is very aware of thick black smoke of wrath twirling and twisting under her skin. It's suffocating, and she stops breathing as it invisibly fills her lungs, scared of letting it out.

There's a perfectly fake part of her that keeps the smile on her face as her parents gush about how hard it was to catch the ecto-scum, and what they can do to it - together with Jazz because they wanted to share this with their amazing daughter.

Jazz is black smoke of rage under perfect glass of calmness when she grabs Fenton anti-creep stick. The smile she learned to fake under any circumstances doesn't falter when Jazz brings the baseball bat down on her father's head. It grows a little bit wider when she hits her mother, because Jazz learned to smile brighter when she's hurt or sad or scared or angry - experiencing any "bad" emotion actually.

Jazz is angry when she grabs her weapon.

Jazz is furious when she kills her parents.

Jazz is worried when she checks her brother's wounds.

Jazz feels nothing when she rigs the portal to blow, walks out of the house and presses the button.

She is her parents' genius daughter after all, and she did listen when they were telling her about their inventions. Maybe it would have taken longer to do, but she had Bad Thoughts, and they probably weren't just intrusive after all, because she did what they told her and made it very easy to make a bomb out of a portal. Just in case. Her parents were a threat, and Jazz was smart enough to prepare to dealing with threats, and she was smart enough to make it look like the threats dealt with themselves.

She really hoped she wouldn't have to use that button though.

---

Jazz is nineteen. Her sort-of-friends at uni offer to go to a restaurant, and she tells them that she doesn't celebrate her birthdays. There's a noise of all of them saying that maybe she should try, noise that she really should have expected, because humans are always so excited about any holidays, it's hard for them to understand that someone might not like them. It's not hard to stop that noise though. They shut up very quickly when Jazz says that she had "a very traumatic event" on her birthday.

Good. She doesn't like loud people.

Jazz goes home to her little brother. He's sad because his parents died in an awful explosion a year ago. He's still trying to smile because it's also her birthday, and Jazz is very happy that he's bad at faking a smile.

It means that he won't end up like her.

Jazz hugs her little brother, and he gives her a little present that she adores, and then they sit in silence and eat some takeout. It's very nice.

She never tells Danny that their parents died before the explosion, and that the explosion wasn't an accident, and that their ghosts did form after that because of all the ecto-contamination they had, but she made sure this wouldn't become a problem. She never tells him what she's done, because that would hurt her little brother, and she would never let anything hurt him.

Jazz will protect her little brother from anything.

[dallasgallant]

Upon my rewatch, with the help of subtitles because the sound mixing is really bad. However in this case, I’d argue it being in a vacuum and the flames and smoke being louder than speaking is the one time it’s fitting. I noticed a few things…

Dally screaming at Johnny particularly the whole time. Sometimes it’s both of them, but largely Johnny. He’s supposed to be smarter than this. He’s supposed to look out for himself, stay cool.

“Johnny cmon! The roof!”

The increased franticness to his voice.

After/right as the beam falls and before the roof caves in in there’s this gutwrenching scream out of Johnny. I’d never heard it before but oh my god.

Anyway, I’m going to go lay down.