#and if being in a similar situation hurt Me i can’t even imagine what he was feeling with his and his family’s safety in danger

[calamitydaze]

okay i’m gonna go to sleep cause it’s late iiiiii hope i don’t wake up to nuclear bombs dropped on us

[tarothouselattier]

I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit Been saying «YES» instead of «NO» - - the 1 by Taylor Swift

What you need to say "YES" to,

instead of the usual "NO"

all the images are from pinterest

This reading turned out to be not what I was expecting, but I feel like this is even better. There are some heartfelt moving messages and also some harsh necessary truths that will ultimately benefit you. I just hope you enjoy this one, like I did!

PLS feel free to share your thoughts and impressions with me in my ask box or message me. There is nothing I value more in this blog than human connection!!

If you're not sure how to choose a pile, what I like to do is observe image, close my eyes and while taking a few deep breaths I repeat the question in my mind and ask spirit to guide me to my pile. After I open my eyes observe the piles again and one or more usually stands out to me. It just buzzes with energy. | just can't tear my gaze away.

No matter what, I come back to that pile.

If this is not your way of doing things, I asked my spirit guides to help me choose a photo that correlates specifically with you and your energy. Even the text "Pile" I chose for you based on your energy. So, feel free to just choose what you like.

PILE 1 🫸🫷

SAY “YES” to:

choosing yourself as you are rn and crowning yourself as a Queen

moving yourself and your world forward

taking the sword in your own hands

you are my lady in waiting. Which is weird because you’re actually the Queen of swords, all of the Queens in tarot are bad bitches and they’re the leaders of their own life, but it’s like you are waiting for someone to give you your sword. You need to realise that that sword is your life and all your life energy it comes from you not out. You just really remind me of the Timothée Chalamet quote “you need to realise that the life comes from you and not at/to you” yeah, something similar he said.

honestly pile 1 am flabbergasted with you. Can you imagine, IMAGINE the Queen of swords. LITERAL Queen of swords, like an actual real-life figure and she’s waiting for someone to give her a sword. Is she really THE Queen of swords if she’s waiting for someone to give her her own sword.

YOU NEED TO MOVE. It’s like if your leg was cranking up and making you uncomfortable you still wouldn’t move it. Nobody’s gonna do it for you.

You need to say YES to yourself, to your potential, to your actuality, to your abundance, to the money that you want and you know I don’t know why but like fame and recognition are coming through strongly. Create your own World. Collect all your Ls and be like okay, okay goodbye I’m taking this and I’m going away. And at least, AT LEAST .I’m moving .

Yeah, you may be down, really really down but you still got you you still can move, and that’s truly all you need to say yes to. MOVING. Because it’s like you you’re making it seem like you were stuck, I don’t even know, up with ivy and you’re just cornered into a wall and you were glued.

Obstacles and your past are not the things that are stopping you from your abundance and you living your best life and being the most incredible version of you. Yeah you may have made mistakes but your mistakes aren’t holding you back, you are holding onto your own mistakes. You are stuck in the labyrinth of your own mind. You need to move. forget about the past I just need to move. You thoughts don’t make your life. YOU make your life. It’s OK to grow and change. What is not OK is thinking you can’t!

Pile 2 ☀️ You are my sweetie honey-pumpkin pie. Here's a hug and a celebratory hurray for what's ahead of you!

you need to say YES to:

start getting dressed more fancy, the way you like.

say yes to your graceful elegant side.

Also you need to say yes to being more gentle with yourself. It’s okay to not rush with your feelings if you still feel hurt and shocked.

"Start looking forward and stop looking back" - What's the use of feeling Blue? Song from Steven Universe. My personal favourite quote for situations llike this. (You won't believe it but I once channeled it from Jinx oddly enough. She gave me great advice)

getting excited about your own life!

It’s like you feel that you missed your chance on something, or something in your life did not turn out the way it was supposed to it’s over and you just can’t accept that it’s over.

I can't make this shit up. The card that flew out next was the 2 of cups.

Did you go through a breakup recently?

If so, then I am with you. To be honest, I’ve noticed that people are literally collectively going through breakups right now. Doesn’t matter if it’s a relationship that lasted for years or several months. EVERYONE is breaking up right now. I swear to you. Me included. I’m with you, honey🥹❤️❤️

Okay, I fully understand now what I need to say to you.

I know how much it hurts. Trust me, I’ve gone through the same thing a week ago. It was a 4 year relationship. But it was dying. There is no saving the wilted flowers. They blessed your life with their beaty, served their time and left space for the next amazing thing to come in their place. Say yes to letting it go! Say "yes"! Understand, this was for the best! And you need to start thinking about yourself. What is over is already over and done with. You cannot get it back, you cannot change it. You need to understand, this break up, this thing, it happened. "There is happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you" I PROMISE YOU you need to get excited honestly say yes to getting excited. This is a new chapter in your life and let me tell you, I feel like you’re gonna be, man.. if I like you were in the dark, this whole whole freaking time and you’re kind of amazed how it’s over, but somehow there’s a glimmer of hope and you might actually feel better than you thought you would. And I keep hearing "bedazzled". You need to be out there at the frontlines of your life. You need to let your spark shine, don’t feel guilty. Feel sad, but also understand that the person may not have been your future but they did turn out to be your past instead. And they were there and it’s amazing, and now is the start of your next chapter and let me tell you, it’s gonna be exciting!! You need to like, you need to get excited about this, truly. Move don’t be pushed around by the paast that you own. Don’t stay stuck in the same place. Don’t let these thoughts and whatever there is overcome you. There is no need, you’re the Queen! The boss of your own life! Think about the fancy stuff that you want to buy for yourself, the concert tickets that you want.. I might be projecting, but truly this is a collective thing right now so I feel like I’m speaking to you as a friend, but also this is literally what the cards are saying. Your life will literally glimmer and shine as the Sun and the stars. Take control of your life. Be the leader of change. All of the things that you want to do. It’s time! it’s time to make plans and make them come to life because this is the going forward. It's the only thing that will make you feel better, not dwelling on the past. It’s over. It’s okay to relax into your bright future. HELL, into your bright present. Notice how you feel lighter. It's like you finally cleaned out your old closet. Like you felt heavy and stressed all this time without knowing why. And when you broke up you realised that the person that you so loved was the last thing holding you back. And you finally feel fresh. Finally feel like you have your whole life ahead of you. Breath and breathe out. The only one you need to love you is YOU!

But still, I love you! ❤️❤️☀️

Songs you might enjoy at this particular time(besides:

Bejeweled - Taylor Swift

Happiness- Taylor Swift

Midnight shy - Miley Cyrus

Truth hurts - Lizzo

Break free - Ariana Grande

Clean - Taylor Swift

Thank u, next - Ariana Grande

Honestly, the Renaissance album is the vibe rn, but skip the love songs, if you’re still uncomfy.

Additional picture-messages for you that I channeled

Pile 3 My dragons🐲

I strongly feel you were given a precious gift in this life, a divine gift, truly.

YOU MUST SAY YES TO THIS OR ELSE!!!:

YOUR WILDEST DREAMS AND PLANS

SEEING YOUR VISION THROUGH TILL THE END NO MATTER THE COST

MAKE YOUR PROJECT/DREAM/DESIRE A REALITY RN OR I'LL BITE YOUR EAR OFF(affectionate)

RAGE AND SEE YOUR OWN WORTH

“YOU'VE NEVER GIVEN UP ON ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE. SO DON'T YOU DARE START NOW”

When I was channeling your pile:

What I meant to say: “my caterpillars, turning into butterflies”.

What I actually said: “ah, my butterflies, turning into caterpillars”. 💀

Crying rn.

Believe in yourself, no matter your doubts. You’re actually turning into a butterfly. You not believing in yourself is the only thing stopping you from seeing it. Believe and speed up the transformation.

I then heard “my dragons” ssoooo.

It’s you. You are my dragons.

I feel so strongly for you pile 3!!!!!! DON'T YOU DARE be careless with your gift, whatever it may be. Weather it refers to your inner power, or maybe an idea that you want to bring to life. Don’t you dare miss this opportunity because of your fears or your disbelief in yourself. You are this powerful for a reason don’t you dare give it up!!!!!!!! Don’t you dare be careless.

This is as much of a warning as it is advice and I advise you, I demand of you strongly! Don’t you dare pass up this opportunitybecause you think you are incompetent or not good enough, any of that crap. You doubt yourself for literally no reason, don’t let it cloud your judgement or stop you from taking action. You might believe what you believe but still do it anyway. You have a brain, you have hands. You may not think the best of yourself rn, but at least rage and be like: "like hell I'm about to let it go with the wind!!! NEVER." Because I feel like you’re extremely gifted psychically, or you have something to offer that only you and no one else can. it’s like you have a spark in you, it’s amazing. YOU are the one who is meant to bring it to life. I am just, wow. This is so incredible that I am kind of speechless and all I can do is be like "don’t you dare be careless with that, don’t you dare be lazy, don’t you dare doubt yourself"

You need to be worried about giving up, so don’t you dare give up!!! See it through whatever idea that you have. I don’t care, no matter what, put your blood sweat and tears into it and all of your burning passion and desire and your life force and see it through. BRING THIS SHIT TO COMPLETION. You will receive something MAJOR. the divine is on your side. Don’t you dare lose this halfway. Don’t lose yourself. This is crucial right now.

I keep hearing this part of a song, and the words “like I believe in you” . I was thinking whether it’s like a Disney song but I believe this is a Steven universe song and I love my animation, It's an incredible song. the song is called "Who we are". it goes "and I believe in them, and I believe in yOuuuuu". The whole song is a bomb that you need rn. Listen to the song or catch these hands.

like oh my God say yes yes say yes all "t baby can you bring me all the way" from a Beyonce song on the Renaissance album. Now it is not time to give up. Now it’s not time to suddenly be like "oh well, guess I’m not good enough, guess it’s not bringing me anything" SAY NO TO BETRAYING YOUR VALUES. SAY NO TO BETRAYING YOUR OWN SELF". I know this reading is supposed to be about what you should say YES to, but in order to lit a fire under your ass I need to be counterproductive like you seem to be right now. Don’t give up cause you fucking doubt yourself, okay!? I’m mad right now because I believe in you so passionately and whloeheartedly. I would literally, I don’t know, fight you and shake you by the shoulders with how much I believe in you and how much I want to see you shine it’s crazy. I swear like DM me or put an ask in my ask box and tell me what it is that you want to do in this world because oh my God, oh my God, I’ll be your listener, your viewer...not your buyer at this moment because I don’t have money right now, but I will definitely be your supporter!!!! I want you to win, baby, so win!

The universe wants you to win, most of all you are the 1. You have to be the one who wants you to win the most!!! There’s nobody stronger than you. Forget even "higher power" Only pay attantion to yourself. You are the force!!!! so bring it on!!! Also, by the way, I’m a pile three girly as well, like strongly. You are my spirit friend, spiritual siblings, so I also have some dreams. So if you like, feel free to message me or put an ask in my box.

I love you and I am moved by your extremely powerful energy. I was like welling up with inspiration and drive. I feel like Nicki Minaj right now with this particular quote: “barbz, don’t you dare be lazy. Stay in school”

Additional picture-messages for you that I channeled

[ickadori]

hai anon here to thirst over sukuna. MALE AND FEM !!!!!! think... fem!sukuna with a nasty attitude. maybe even worse than her male counterpart. (she's tired of being underestimated. she's the queen of curses for goodness sake!) all conniving looks, nasty grins, and bloody canines to go along with her with her ichor lined lips. (she even has a cute cupid's bow ! don't let her catch you calling it cute though..) when she lays her eyes on you she is utterly struck. aren't you cute. she considers you quite adorable considering youre a weak human :p she strides towards you, and youre in a bloody puddle of the remains left by her... village visit. fem!sukuna who kicks aside a severed limb--who can hear your blood rushing, heart pounding. your eyes are wide as you glance up at her. wide and glossy. ah! how cute, you resemble that of a bunny about to be devoured by pray. no, she wouldn't devour you as she does her usual humans. "...i won't hurt you, brat." she spares a glance down, at your chest and neck. oh. she sees the slope of your tits through your flowery kimono; and your bare neck just laid out. as if begging for her to press her slender hands against your voicebox and squeeze-- see what pretty noise comes out. (if any) maybe kiss, too . . . mm, yes. perhaps f!sukuna will devour you another way. (i already sent u another brainrot ts week but ive been thinking sm abt sukuna....!!!!! urgh!!!) i rlly wanna be sandwiched in between fem!sukuna and regular sukuna and just fuck around and find out what happens. -L

cws for mentions of murder.

forgive me for hoarding your thirsts 😭😭 STOPPP I LOVE THISSSS IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE YOU SENT IT<33 i like to imagine that fem sukuna is like .. a savage! bad mannered, foul mouthed, long wild hair, absolutely no sense of etiquette and just all around uncouth. male sukuna is similar, but he has a bit more tact about things.

fem sukuna always gives into her desires and wants, no matter if the situation allows for it not. thats how she ended up toying with you in the middle of a bloodbath - her curiosity had gotten the best of her when she saw you standing stockstill in the middle of the madness, likely frozen by shock. your village folk were dying all around you, their blood spraying across your skin and tattered clothing, and you had just stood there, mouth agape and eyes glossy as they dropped at your feet.

you looked…appetizing in the midst of it all, trembling in fear and covered in blood, and fem sukuna had never been one to ignore her hunger, no matter the occasion.

AHHHH i feel like she acts like a cavewoman!! loud, brutish, simple (but not dumb, y’know). she eats with her hands, and tries to feed you the same way, and she can’t understand why you cringe away when her messy fingers near your mouth, some kind of undercooked meat dangling from them. she insists on feeding you herself, and she’ll keep you locked down in her lap until you humor her and finally give in.

her and male sukuna have the same abilities, but she prefers killing with her bare hands, as you were unfortunately able to witness firsthand as she ripped apart the people from your village without an ounce of remorse.

she dresses herself relatively simple, although she gravitates towards traditional male clothing such as hakama’s rather than kimono’s - it’s also not unheard of for her to neglect to wear clothing altogether. you, on the other hand, are garbed in the finest silks and brightest colors. she gifts you with dresses that would make noblewomen envious, and jewelry that could purchase entire towns and villages.

while male sukuna can be a bit stingy with his affection, rarely touching you in public unless it’s a possessive hand in your shoulder, waist, or the back of your neck, fem sukuna never learned the concept of personal space. her hands are always on you; fixing your hair just to mess it up again, tugging on strands and curling it around her fingers, pulling you into her lap petting you all over, randomly pulling at your cheeks and mushing them together just to childishly laugh at the face you’re forced to make.

your hand is clasped in hers on every walk, and sometimes she just simply scoops you up into her arms and carries you around that way, completely ignoring your protests.

she gives you your own room for sleeping and privacy, and yet every night you find her curled around you, arms locked around you tight and legs threaded through your own. you also bathe with her from now on, and she insists on being the one to scrub you clean…just for you to inevitably get dirty again when her hands begin to wander.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

The Second I Met You - S.Harrington

Summary- Steve is used to being alone for the holidays until he doesn’t have to be anymore. After befriending Dustin’s old babysitter, Y/N becomes an important part of his life, someone he can’t imagine being without, someone he has loved since the second he met her.

Warnings - Mentions of Steve's shitty parents, Female Reader, Use of Y/N, Steve isolates himself to cope, (let me know if I missed any)

Author's Note - Welcome to Day 2 of my 25 days of fics! I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know about any mistakes in my writing! I want to improve!

Word Count : 1037

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It was known around Hawkins that Steve Harrington had rich parents, said boy taking advantage of that in high school. However, it wasn’t very known that his parents were not the most present in his life. He never had a good childhood or one that was worth remembering. He never had fun on family vacations when they used to do that because his mother was too worried about his father cheating. So holidays were even worse, he usually spent them alone, getting take out and watching shitty television. He never had any holiday traditions, until Y/N.

Y/N was Dustin’s neighbor and old babysitter, he remembered her from high school, graduating the same year together but he never talked to her. Once Steve had befriended the Henderson boy and his band of misfits, he unintentionally befriended the girl. On top of that, he had befriended Eddie Munson, a boy who he never imagined being friends with.

Y/N had a similar situation to Steve, her parents were never home and she was often alone, however her parents weren’t filthy rich like Steve’s were. So every holiday, she would host all of her friends at her house and have a little holiday party or gathering. So this year for Christmas eve, she had invited all of her friends over to her house for a party.

Her house was on the smaller side so it felt a little cramped with everyone there but they all made do. All of the younger kids were hanging out together in the living room, the couches filled with Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, Max and El. The older teens were scattered around the house, Eddie and Gareth talking in the kitchen by the snacks, Robin and Nancy were sitting in the small dining room laughing and Steve was sitting in the backyard away from everyone. He was overwhelmed, going from no plans for the holidays to constant get togethers with his friends. Sure he loved his friends but sometimes he just needed to be by himself, to be alone like he was used to.

He was outside for a good 15 minutes before he heard the door open behind him and shut again. “What are you doing out here all by yourself handsome?” Y/N’s voice rang out behind him.

“Just needed some time alone,” He replied.

“Oh, do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No, I like your company.” She took that as an invitation to sit, so she sat right next to him, their thighs touching.

“You wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” Y/N asked him gently, bumping her shoulder into his.

“I don’t really know. A lot, I think I’m just used to being alone so it’s weird to be surrounded by so many people, y’know?”

“I do know. I was so used to being alone especially on the holidays that I became a person I didn’t know. That’s why I started doing these parties. I wanted to be with people I love instead of sinking deeper into my mind and making myself sad,” She explained. 

“That makes sense, so you surround yourself with people you love to make you feel better.” She let out a hum of agreement before resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Stevie, can I ask you something?” She questioned.

“Of course you can.”

“Why do you isolate yourself so much? Don’t get me wrong, I love my alone time but I can’t be alone constantly. Is this an active choice or is it something that just kinda happens?”

“ I think I’m scared of getting hurt, or being used for my parents' money. In a way its both an active choice and something that happens. Like, I love Dustin but sometimes I feel like I’m being used because of my car,” Steve explained, “I feel like I’m being stupid.”

“You’re not being stupid. You have very valid feelings, trust me I get it, these rugrats use me for rides constantly too. It’s part of the whole acting like an older sibling to the kids thing.”

The two of them kept talking for a while outside until it got too cold so they went back inside. All of the younger kids went home, Robin and Nancy too just leaving Gareth, Eddie and Steve. Steve usually spent the night at her house after a party because they would usually sit up and talk until the sun came up. The two of them retreated to her room after she told Gareth and Eddie that they could crash at her house if they wanted to, they knew where everything was. 

Y/N and Steve sat on her bed and continued their conversation. She was happy to get some more information about Steve and why he acted the way he does. She understood him better than she thought, they were more similar than they originally thought. She looked at the alarm clock next to her bed, the time ready 1:06 A.M, “Merry Christmas Stevie,” She smiled sleepily at him.

“Merry Christmas beautiful,” He returned a similar grin before letting out a slightly obnoxious yawn.

“Do you have to yawn like that? Like a dying cat?” She joked with a giggle.

“Only to annoy you,” He chuckled back. She laid herself down on her bed, waiting for Steve to follow suit. When he did, she tucked herself into his side, resting her head on his chest and listened to his heart. “Wanna know something?” He asked, she enjoyed hearing the rumble of his voice from his chest.

“Yeah, tell me anything,” She replied, her voice sounding sleepy to him.

“I have always had a crush on you, since the second I met you in the first grade.” She perked up at the confession, sitting up slightly to look in his eye, a smile on her face.

“Really?”

“Yeah really.”

“I’ve felt the same way since the second I met you.”

The two of them settled back into the bed, both of them falling into a peaceful sleep despite Gareth and Eddie playing loud music and laughing loudly in the living room. They both had admitted their feelings, a huge weight getting lifted from both of their shoulders.

[inkelea]

silent cry! ✭

pairing: roommate!seo changbin x gn!reader

synopsis: changbin always appears to be there when you are in your worst moments.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort. drabble.

warnings: very self indulgent, vent. can be triggering for those with anxiety or similar symptoms. implicit anxiety. the fic isn’t really about groceries, you can interpret it however you like.

word count: 0.5k

a/n: first binnie fic:), sorry for it being so sad.

the cold surface of the countertop freezes your face right after you lie on top of it. your eyes close, constant images of your worst nightmares coming true appearing one after another.

when a hand squeezes your shoulder, you jump, being freaked out by the sudden contact.

seo changbin is standing right next to you, a frown displayed on his face. for some reason, he is always aware when things aren’t right, always ready to give out a helping hand or a comforting smile.

“did something happen?”

by this point your eyes have closed again, water piling in them threatening to spill down your face onto your neck.

the origin of your state is too embarrassing to explain. something about having to express word by word all the feelings hovering in your mind makes your tears start to roll. your forehead stays glued to the table, hiding from the boy at your side.

“you can tell me if something has happened.”

you can’t see him, but you still know he is biting his lip, trying to find a solution to whatever that it’s tormenting your soul. nevertheless, that doesn’t work this time. you are way too deep already, ugly memories spinning in your head. unless other times, you don’t try to stop it, you let it guide yourself into the void, away from reality, from your problems, and from changbin.

the ceramic under you starts to feel too itchy, like it has only been now discovered that it’s rock, and so your headache begins. it’s a weird feeling, sensing everything and nothing at the same time. it’s too hot, and you need changbin to get his hand off you right now, but you are too cold to even think of letting his body warmth go away.

your name echoing in the room makes you snap back. your eyes finally see changbin, no longer imagining him with a worried expression but actually seeing him with it. he is tense, but your stone cold face doesn’t change, which only makes it worse. your eyes catch a glance of his right hand opening up and down in an anxious manner, something he always does when he is nervous. he doesn’t let you focus on it too much as he puts his other hand on your shoulder.

“i have to go do the groceries.”

his eyes open and his hand drops from your shoulder. checking all over you in search of any external injury makes him look like a madman. it’s funny, since you aren’t really registering anything happening at the moment. you’re on autopilot, your consciousness in a far away place.

“what?”

“but i’m too lazy.”

your tears have stopped rolling, only desperation being left.

taking out a chair from the counter, he sits, hand taking yours and resting both in your lap. “then stay home.”

home.

your eyes water up again. everything has changed. your eyebrows furrow, and your lip starts trembling.

hugging changbin isn’t new, but the situation is. he doesn’t care when you stain his shirt with silent cries, nor he cares about his shirt getting wrinkled by how hard you are holding into it. it’s like hugging an old plushie that still smells like happiness.

“okay. i’ll stay home.”

@mochamvgz

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[annymation]

Oooh ! I was currently wondering a bit but like you've mentioned that a few years later, Aster and Asha would likely have a daughter. I'd just ask the usual questions, I hope thats fine !

1. Who does she looks like the most

2. What relationship dynamic would Evangeline have with her parents

3. Daddy or mommy's girl ?

And a small prompt of just Evangeline running around the house taking after her father's speedy runs then cue Aster trying to catch her for her bath while Asha is like " She takes after you." JUST A WHOLE CUTE FAMILY AHWHAGQHGWHA

I just had the best ideas!

1- Evangeline (or Lin for short) would look similar to these concept arts of Asha

With the curly side fringe and the big braid. She’d have Aster’s skin tone and Asha’s dark hair, and of course freckles since they both have freckles.

She’d have Asha’s eyes and nose, and Aster’s smile and jawline.

So I’d say she looks like a perfect mix of both

2- I believe that they’d have a great relationship, with Asha being very caring and loving and Aster being the fun dad that lets her do anything. I imagine Asha would teach her how to draw and tell her a lot of stories, while Aster would be more active and just play and sing to her all day.

Basically this:

I’m conflicted if they’d tell her that Aster used to be a Star or not, because on one hand they could keep it a secret and we’d have a Melody from The Little Mermaid 2 situation where she eventually finds out and gets mad that her parents hidden that from her, but the more I think about the less I think they’d even keep it a secret, so yeah let’s say she knows Aster was a star once.

But wouldn’t it be interesting if she was different from her mom because she doesn’t want to take effort to get what she wants? And wishes she could have magic like her dad used to have and her mom still does with her drawing wand (that only Asha can use and no one else)? Wouldn’t be neat if she wished upon the brightest star on the sky for her to have magic? And then the star came down and Evangeline got to meet her SISTER??? I think that’d be neat… May or may not have started to think of a potential sequel to Kingdom of Wishes.

Anyway yeah their relationship is very cute, just two sweet parents, a spunky and headstrong daughter, and their other space daughter they didn’t know about.

3- DONT MAKE HER CHOOSE! SHE LOVES THEM BOTH EQUALLY!

… daddy’s girl

And finally, YES I can see that scenario, let’s see what I can come up with:

Evangeline (5 years old): HEH HEH HEH you can’t catch me papa!

She’s running all over the house, jumping from furniture to furniture

Aster: OH YES I CAN! HAhaha- Careful though! You might fall!

He tries to catch her while placing pillows on the floor so she doesn’t hurt herself.

Asha walks in the room and watches the chaos amused

Asha: I see bath time is taking a bit longer than expected hehe

Aster: I COULD USE A LITTLE HELP!

Asha: Alright Lin, that’s enough running around, time to-

Evangeline: NOOOO!

She jumps out the window, which is on the first floor so she’s fine, and she runs off laughing and doing cartwheels 🤸‍♀️

Aster: *sigh* Again?… You better grab your wand.

Asha: On it, she takes after you, ya know?

Asha says jokingly.

[esprei]

VOLO TIME *cue piano* OK SO... I’ve been meaning to write this up for a while now - my thoughts, observations and general musings on Volo (and maybe a headcanon or two?) (please keep in mind this will be very jumbled - literally just me trying to talk about why this character has grown on me and why I love him so much now so without further ado, let’s go! also, big shoutout to @sunnyluma for helping grab most of these screenshots tyyyyyy ;-;)

((under a cut because this will be loooong))

Ah, Volo... where do I even start?  I was pretty indifferent towards him at first and the same can be said as I played through the game. I honestly thought that he was just a Legends Arceus version of Cynthia, nothing more nothing less (since, y’know he had similar looks, mannerisms and things, not to mention the whole various characters as ancestors bit). For some reason gen 4 is the gen that resonates with me the least (I’ve uh... never actually finished a gen 4 game or fought Cynthia 😬), and while I do think Cynthia is a really cool champion and character in general, I definitely don’t feel a lot of the same hype for her that others do. So that, in turn, applied to Volo for me as well. It was like a... he’s just there kind of situation. But fast forward from finishing the game to hyperfixation on submas to maybe... two months ago? Three now? I dunno, can’t remember the timeline, but what I DO remember is looking at Volo one day and being like... wow. He’s cool. I like him. More specifically, I was looking at his character design sheet at the time. And in that moment it really sank in that, wow this guy is freaking tall. 190cm? equivalent to 6′3″? What in the world. And just... something about that cocky smirk of his in his artwork, coupled with the fact that it’s right next to his goofy Arceus cosplay with that hair... He hooked me. Seriously. Look at him:

(This outfit has also grown on me btw I unironically love it because look at him he’s in his Arceus cosplay and he confidently rocks it like i can’t-) Anyway part of it is probably because I love characters who have crazy or sinister expressions. They can be fun! So then I rewatched the cutscene that happens after you win against him and Giratina because I couldn’t quite recall the sequence of events that happened there and I was curious. And MAN I was shocked... I did not really remember ANY of this?? Seriously, there’s so much packed into these last few lines before he walks away (forever... sobs...). I feel like I really see a glimpse into Volo’s complexity during this whole cutscene. Or, at the very least, his insecurities. Just take the following for example:

HE LOOKS SO SAD... SERIOUSLY, this particular little scene always gets to me. Like... ok. Yeah, he not too long before this ordered Giratina to strike you down to get the plates because he said he wasn’t above using force to get them from you, but it’s here where I really see a guy who’s questioning himself in this moment. It’s like he’s putting so much worth into Arceus’s view of him, he’s so convinced that he’s the chosen one because of his bloodline that when Arceus doesn’t choose him he’s lost. Confused. Surprised Pikachu face even. 

I dunno... we unfortunately don’t have a lot of backstory on him, but I feel like this guy has (or feels like he has) a lot of pressure on his shoulders due to the nature of belonging to a bloodline that has pretty much since died out, save for himself and Cogita. Or maybe even that he put that pressure on himself? Which brings me to this... a scene that REALLY caught my attention when watched it again because I actually read what he says???

If you follow me over on twitter, you might have seen me talk about this scene a while back - more specifically what he says in the first two screenshots. It’s honestly one of the ones that led me to look into Volo even more because seriously... Volo. Who or what hurt you. What happened. Talk to me. PLEASE...

In all seriousness though, the lack of backstory kills me because I like to imagine something tragic happened to him in the past for him to have this viewpoint. And to not only have this viewpoint but to be driven enough to make a change in the world... err... rather, just make a new one!

But. Back to the lines after you defeat him and Giratina... what stands out to me here as well is Volo’s admission and acceptance of defeat. Watching it back the first time I was honestly a little caught off guard. He really kinda humbles himself and gives you the last plate, the Spooky Plate, admitting that his journey ended when lost to you. I don’t really focus too much on the other Pokemon villains admittedly so I’m not sure if others did this, but this sequence just stuck out to me because he gives it up after being so aggressive right before this. Like before he was confident, smug, hellbent on doing everything that he could to get you out of his way, you outsider, then when he Giratina ran off he was at first angry, then confused, questioning Arceus about it all, left with burning questions that he can’t bear not knowing the answer to... It’s like this man goes through the five stages in grief all in the span of like... 30 seconds.

Seriously, this man looks tired here. Done. Defeated. He knows it’s over.

He accepts it all, even if it’s just for a moment. ...Then right after that the Azure Flute forms for you and he’s right back to being an angry, petulant brat about it all... But that’s why I love him! He’s morally gray. He fights with himself, he fights with the internal emotional turmoil that he’s feeling about you being the one Arceus wants to see rather than him, about him not being good enough for Arceus to spare him even a second of its time, him thinking that he was doing something that needed to be done, rebuilding a new world free from pain and strife and other horrible things he’s had to experience, that others have no doubt experienced... (at least, this is what I see asfkldfj) And all of that, at least to me, makes him more interesting than the Volo I had first impressions of. Makes him feel more human to me. More than just “oh shoot, he’s the Cynthia ancestor who’s actually the villain instead of Cyllene!” Like... yeah. He made bad choices. He tried to use Giratina to strike you down. He wanted to subjugate Arceus and force it to create a brand new world, erasing the current one. Not a good look. I’m not trying to excuse any of that, and I’m not the best at organizing these thoughts probably, and I will admit that I also saw Volo as the manipulative, conniving guy early on because for me it was such a twist that he was the villain, so that’s what I focused on. And why he was such a great twist villain for me was because of the setup. By that, I mean you already had a well established character in Cynthia right - an all good, helpful, friendly and strong person - then you apply that to Volo and... boom. HE’S NOT THAT?? I was thinking at a certain point it was just going to be Kamado as the big bad because of the events that unfold, which is why with Volo it was EVEN BETTER because you had that sort of fake out I guess (for lack of a better term)? Kamado banishes you from Jubilife, Volo finds you in Obsidian Fieldlands and helps you, takes you to Cogita to help with the lake spirits and the Red Chain and all, you eventually hear that Kamado is going up to the temple to deal with the rift, then after those events Volo gets kinda sus at the Giratina statue riiiiight before you go up to the temple and then when you get up there... JACKET COMES OFF, OUTFIT CHANGE, etc etc. And like... I get why some people just do not like Volo and never will. I respect that. Trust me, I did NOT like Melli during the main game at all, I’ll tell you what. The little bit of background we get on him in the daybreak update was what changed my view on him, though. And for me what changed my general view on Volo were these scenes. I dunno, maybe I’m a broken record at this point, and maybe I’m a little biased now because I adore him, but I now see him as someone who maybe in the beginnings had noble intentions and just ended up going down the wrong path unfortunately.

Like... look. Right after he questions Arceus about what he’s lacking he asks this:

To me, he’s doubting it all now. And like the moments I mentioned above, him questioning the grand ol’ creator what it is he’s lacking, what makes him not good enough, we see a bit of his human side. Scenes like these and scenes like when he gives you the Spooky Plate lead me to think he has a lot of insecurities hidden underneath that confident (and other times cheery and playful) demeanor. Whether it’s a burden, an expectation, his own self-imposed pressures... there’s just a smidge that we can see and so much more that could be possible if he had more story elements focused on him. (WHICH IS WHY I WANT PLA DLC SO BAD I KNOW IT’S WISHFUL THINKING BUT PLEASE) I’d also like to mention that I think it’s very very interesting that his trainer class for his last battle is “Pokemon Wielder” rather than the “Ginkgo Guild Member” class he has for his other battles. I don’t feel like “Pokemon Wielder” is negative in its connotation - rather, I’d like to think that it derives from his bloodline, the Celestica people, and the thought that perhaps they were the first tamers of Pokemon in the land of Hisui. This thought is due to the fact that he’s excited to see another person (you) who uses Pokeballs for their Pokemon (rather than the Diamond and Pearl clans whose leaders and wardens do not use Pokeballs at all - with Ingo being the (other) exception to that rule of course). That coupled with the fact that he looks genuinely disappointed that more people don’t use them (this line here):

And, of course, how can I fail to mention his Pokemon team itself? Look. Really. If you know anything about me lately it is that I ADORE the idea of Volo adoring his Togepi. Which then would evolve into a Togetic through high friendship. And then into a Togekiss through use of Shiny Stone, but you get my point right? Budew into Roselia, Riolu into Lucario... Yes, I know, I know, Volo is Hisuian Cynthia so the team matches for the most part outside of H. Arcanine, and the joke about him gaslighting his Pokemon into evolving is funny on the surface, but in reality I think he genuinely loves his Pokemon. For goodness sake, there’s a photo of him and Togepi outside of the photo booth! And and and the standee that was recently announced as merch?!

LOOK AT HOW HE HOLDS LITTLE TOGEPI. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T LOVE HIS EGG. LOOK AT HOW HE HOLDS EGG. EGG DAD. ...Sorry. Got a little carried away there. But yes! I think he loves his Pokemon, genuinely. Which is why it kills me when he says this:

Like bro. Your Pokemon were right there in that battle. VOLO PLEASE- (ALSO JUST A QUICK MENTION ABOUT THIS LINE, it also leads me to think that he’s kinda... always been alone for the most part, outside of his Pokemon team maybe 🥺 probably more of a headcanon than anything but that’s just how I feel sdflkjsdlfkj) Alright... I think I’ve said enough at this point and it’s a mess and I’m not too sure I can ever put quite how I feel about Volo into proper words because I’m not the best at this kind of thing but... I just want to say that he’s a character that I have accelerated in love and appreciation for because he’s just... I dunno, he’s got a lot going on. And I think maybe some of that gets missed because of his ties to Cynthia and his betrayal. But I’m reaaaaaally hoping to see him again in the near future. A random house in one of the cities either in the new region or in Unova (if we get B/W remakes) will suffice 🥲 So uh... YEAH. tl;dr I think Volo is a great character with a little more under the surface than just the villain reveal twist at the end of the game and I’m rooting for him all the way. Him and Togepi (Togekiss?). 

Alright. That’s all I got! Byeeeee y’all 👋

[skylarmoon71]

Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 1

“Why me.” 

Diana warned you to lay low. 

When she brought you here, you promised that you would be on your best behavior. Maybe she just saw something in you that was similar to herself when she was young. 

That’s why you made a promise to always make her proud. 

That was a bit difficult given your temper. 

Being an amazon probably didn’t help. 

Despite all that, you tried your hardest to stay out of trouble. You got great grades. You kept your friend group small. You tried to blend in the best you could and avoid being anywhere in the vicinity of those guys. 

“Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, (Y/N) Prince.” 

The second you heard the call for groups, you could feel your annoyance rise. Clark sent you a smile, in which you returned with a glare. He raised a brow, looking away awkwardly. 

“Hey Chloe, is it me or is she glaring at us?” 

Chloe looked over to see your frown. 

“It’s just you.” She replied happily. 

You sighed heavily, turning your head as you tried to listen to the instructions for the project. 

It’s not like you hated Clark and his group of friends. It’s just that trouble seemed to follow that crew around. After you almost got suspended for scaring a bully, you were already walking on thin ice. You didn’t want to try your luck, and now you were teamed up with this duo.

Just great.

~

“So I was thinking since Clark is such good friends with a certain billionaire we can just ask him for help. “ 

“Chloe, we can’t just use Lex whenever we get one of these projects.” 

“Come on Clark, what’s the use of having a billionaire in your pocket if you never use him.” 

Sitting in the Talon, they just went back and forth like that for who knows how long. 

You were trying to get through as much of your book as possible. Which was a great distraction from them. 

“Hey, isn’t your mom like a millionaire activist?” 

“She’s not my mother.” 

Your harsh tone caught Chloe's attention, and you clenched your fist to control yourself. 

“You're a brilliant warrior, but your temper is your greatest ail. You need to learn to control it.” 

Diana’s words echoed, and you let out a breath. 

“Let me know what you plan to do.” 

Standing, you started packing away your books as you left. They both watched you walk away. 

“I think I upset her. Family must be a touchy subject.” Chloe states. 

Clark still looks a bit distant. He’s seen you around a lot, but he’s never had an actual conversation. Now that he really thinks back, it feels like you’ve been everywhere that he wasn’t. Given his track record he’s not that surprised. 

That evening when he visits Lex, he can’t help but bring up the conversation. 

“Someone in Smallville that doesn’t like a kent. That’s hard to believe.” Lex teases. Clark looks unamused. 

“I’m serious Lex. It seems like she hates me or something. We have this big project and I’m wondering if we should just get a change of partners.” 

“Well if you do that she’ll definitely hate you.” 

“What, why?” 

“Think about it, she’ll know that you asked for different partners.”

“You’re right.” 

That would definitely make the situation worse. 

“Have you tried talking to her? There might be a reason she dislikes you. Maybe something happened.” 

He can’t remember ever having a negative encounter with you. 

Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt. 

The following day Clark intends to do just that. 

He’d spent the better part of the day trying to track you down. It’s only after the school lets out that he catches sight of you. You’re sitting on the bleachers with your backpack. The field is empty, and it looks like you’re doing homework. 

Now was his chance. 

“Hey!” 

You turn your head, and your expression goes sour the second you see him. Closing your book, you begin packing away your things. Clark stops when he’s standing closer. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

“That’s okay. I was just leaving.” 

You heave the bag on your shoulder, and Clark steps forward, blocking your way. 

“Move.” 

Now he’s sure he isn’t imagining it. The hostility was definitely directed at him. 

“Why don’t you like me?” 

Your frown deepens, because it’s obvious he won’t move until you give him an answer. 

“You have the scent of a god.” 

Clark froze. 

“That’s why I’ve always been weary of you.”

He’s clearly caught off guard. 

“At first I thought I was imagining it. Because I left home, I just assumed I was manifesting it for comfort. But then I spoke to Diana. As it turns out I have a gift for detecting strong beings. You aren’t of this planet, are you?” 

Your speech has changed significantly, and now Clark is the one who is weary. But he’s unsure of what. The fact that you don’t seem afraid that he might be an alien, or that you’re so confident that you know his secret. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

His best option is to feign obliviousness. You just smile. One that displays a level of understanding. He has to say, it’s the first time he’s truly seen you wear an expression that isn’t cold or serious. 

“I get why you would try to hide it, we all just want to be normal.” 

You sound a lot more like a high school student now. Clark swallows. 

“I can sense how different you are. Maybe that’s why you get into so many tough situations. Initially I thought you just had bad luck. But I’ve read some of the reports and I can feel it now that we’re speaking. Your sense of justice seems to outweigh everything else. You’re trying to fix the world, just like Diana.” 

Clark is still silent.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. See you tomorrow Clark.” 

Nothing else is said, you just walk away and Clark is left contemplating everything. 

Safe to say the continuation of that project is a bit tense. 

The assignment to find and interview a corporate manager of your choice was easy. Chloe had finally relented when Clark insisted he didn’t want to bother Lex. So you all had chosen a random establishment. You did your part, and you didn’t miss the subtle looks Clark kept sending your way. 

Now sitting in the library as you all put the information into a paper, his glances are much harder to mask. At one point you catch him. He does his best to look away and you just sigh. 

“I’m going to get a drink.” You inform. Chloe nods, typing away vigorously. Clark lifts his head, and when you break the corner, he stands. 

“I’m gonna grab a snack.” 

Chloe barely acknowledges, waving her hand off.

Clark rushes off to the back where the vending machine is located. 

“Are you following me now?” 

You appear behind him. 

He flinches, turning to you. 

“N-No I was just getting a snack.” 

He points at the vending machine. You don’t believe a word he says. 

“Your friends, they don’t know, do they?” 

His intention is to fully deny it, but it’s clear that any lie he intends to present would not work. He doesn’t like how easily you seem to see right through him. 

“They don’t.” 

He finally admits. 

“I can’t imagine it being easy, masking as a mortal. Although I can’t say that I’ve met a being like you before.”

You circle him in interest and he turns with you a bit awkwardly.

“You’re not a witch, or a demigod, at least not like Diana.” 

You take a step, sniffing and he lifts his hand. 

“A-Are you smelling me?” 

You nod, moving back, eyes wide with awe.

“You’re a Kryptonian…” 

Clark looks alarmed at how quick you made such a connection. 

“How do you know that!” 

He half whispers half yells as he takes your arm and begins to guide you out the back. 

You stumble for a second, clearly taken by surprise. His strength is impressive. Before you even get to the door, you grab his wrist. He’s stunned when you spin him around and pin him to the wall. He grunts, face now pressed to the wall at the force and your eyes are once again hard. 

“I don’t enjoy being handled, kryptonian.” 

He realizes now that he’s underestimated your strength.

He can’t get free, and you finally release him. 

There goes your temper again. 

“Sorry.” You mumble. 

Clark massages his wrist, then shakes his head. It’s been instinct for him to be guarded. No one has ever made him this quickly without at least catching a glimpse of his powers. 

“I should apologize. I’m just not used to people knowing my secret.” 

That you can understand. 

“I’ve read about you. Encounters from my ancestors. You smell alien. So my evaluation is that you’re either kryptonian or martian. The other galaxies are a lot further. Certain species tend to avoid earth due to its atmosphere. Your kind has a better tolerance. The sun enhances your abilities. “

Clark isn’t used to someone knowing this much about him. 

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to say anything.” 

There’s that code switch again. It always seems to take him by surprise. He doesn’t sense any kind of malice, but he’s learned that it’s never smart to just trust random beings. Especially ones that held strength that rivals his own. 

“Why would you help me?” 

It’s not a bad question. Given how you’ve acted around him, you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s questioning your motives. 

“Because spilling your secret wouldn’t exactly do me a whole lot of good. Besides..” You look away a bit bashfully. 

“My mother told me once that Kryptonians are usually very loyal. I don’t see a reason that I shouldn’t trust you.” 

Clark deflates. Because just a second ago you looked like you would punch a hole in him. 

Now you’re almost blushing and he can’t help but think that it’s cute. It’s apparent that he’ll have to put his trust in you. Because given the situation there isn’t really anything he can do. 

It’s obvious that with you, nothing is as it seems.

[agomeangelcat]

I see your iseki reader and I raise you an iseki reader with an existential crisis that tells the crew they are from earth but never tells them that they are in a fictional universe and she knows everything about them, but she constantly questioning her existence, did she die and this is a fucked up version of heaven? Is multiunverse theory actually true? If she’s here then did she fucked up the timeline? Will she one day just blip out of existence when the universe fixes itself? Or is this just a crazy dream she’s trying to wake up from? I mean imagine looking at people and knowing they don’t actually exist even tho you can see and touch them, they are nothing more than pawns to move the plot forward. And hearing knives talk about how he’s supierior to all humans makes her wanna laugh cause god he don’t know the knowledge she has in her head, that’s he’s just simply the antagonist of a story. Maybe that’s why she not scared of death, she believes she’s already dead or technically don’t exist cause she doesn’t belong in this world. She knows the truth of this world but she can’t say anything cause she just seem crazy. Sometimes the gang would catch her gazing at them with a creepy look in her eyes, like she’s looking thru their souls, like she knows all their secrets. But that’s impossible, she can’t know something like that. It’s also weird she seems oddly calm when shit hits the fan. Like she knew this was gonna happen. Wolfwood starts to think she’s a spy like him sent to kill vash but he’s conflicted if he should defend vash or complete his job, but she seems weak and has no weapon so is she really a spy?

OKAY! As I have two Trigun ocs, the most current one is the one I got inspired to make Isekai Y/N.

I imagine it was something like a very large scale accident, an explosion or a human extinction level tragedy but for some was not just an accident.

Y/N wasn't the most shine soul in earth probably a weird nerd with lots of self doubts and "no porpouse in life".

I was inspired a lot by the part of Y/N may be dead but alive, Schrödinger Cat energy, but with the help of some entity they were reborn in another universe, and they weren't the only one to get that blessing, and they all got some kind of ability when being transported, cosmic horror shit.

The idea of ​​how Y/N's body is not used to the drastic change of reality and universe they probably has loud panic attacks or even visible moments of anguish, something that for the people around can be scary to witness.

Y/N probably has powers similar to Eleven or Tatsumi, but they don't know how to control it or at least know what the hell to do with so much power, besides it hurts physically, as i said, their not used to any of that, blood nose.

Homesickness, a lots of it.

It's the: ​​"you're reborn you have powers, but you don't have a purpose, good luck in your Journey." for me.

Thanks to Y/N's doubts they sometimes have moments when their body fails like a glitch, probably because they don't accept their new life or doubt their existence there, needless to say it scares the soul out of everyone in the group when it happens.

For Wolfwood I imagine Y/N standing in front of the punisher when threatened by him, with their hands in surrender as if to say "Shoot", Wolfwood and Y/N are enemies to rivals to confused asf.

About Knives I imagine Y/N using their telekinesis for the first time, against his many knives without fear of dying! And everyone is like: DAFUCK!?

To Vash's horror, Y/N is kind but lacking in self-preservation, and throws themself into more dangerous situations than Vash himself.

Thanks to their knowledge of the Trigun world Y/N know certain enemies' weaknesses without having to kill them, Happy Vash noises.

The Plants know about Y/N and the others who were Isekaid.

[virgil-my-emo-son]

*materializes into existence*

Hey there :D

Heard you were taking a few fic requests? If you're still up for one more, I have a lil idea.

Request: Prinxiety where Roman is not having a very good day cause of burnout and Virgil helps him rest? Hurt/comfort style.

If ya don't feel up to writing this, then think of it like a fun lil idea to look at :3

Have fun and take care :D

Hey!!!

Soooo I really liked your request and I wrote about 750 words in 45 minutes! This was quite therapeutic to write, I've been in a similar situation to Roman recently and this weekend/the beginning of next week is the culmination of all this work I've been doing for months, so it's been very very busy. I put out fic requests bc writing helps me to unwind, and writing this actually really helped me work through some of my stress and anxiety.

I hope you guys like it and it doesn't come off as just pure unadulterated projection 😅 Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

TAKE A BREAK

Prinxiety, creative burnout, hurt/comfort

Summary: Roman's pushing himself too hard. Virgil knows it.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54701638

Note: I'm imagining this situation being in some sort of college AU, where Roman's working on a giant project for class, but I intentionally kept it vague so that if you want it can be more canon-compliant and he's working on a video idea for c!Thomas or something too. Or interpret it however you want! That's the joy of writing :)

“Hey.”

Roman jumped a bit as a hand touched his shoulder. He looked up to see Virgil, who wore a concerned expression.

“What’s up?” Roman didn’t know what was wrong.

“Your foot is being a little loud.” Virgil’s eyes flicked to Roman’s foot, which was tapping an erratic rhythm on the floor.

Roman stilled his leg. “I apologize.”

“You only do that when you’re, like, really stressed. Really stressed. Dangerously stressed.”

“I’m not worr—Not—I’m not—” Roman paused, taking a deep breath. “I apologize, Virgil, for worrying you. I’m not stressed, I just don’t have the time to take a break from this.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed. “Have you been sleeping?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Roman waved a hand in the air. “Unimportant. I need to keep working.”

“You’re mixing up your words.” Virgil crossed his arms. “You only do that when you haven’t been sleeping.”

“Truly, babe, it’s of no consequence.” Roman put on his most convincing smile.

Virgil recoiled. “Stop doing that with your face. It’s scary.”

Roman let his face fall. “I just have…” he sighed. “I just have a lot to do.”

“Can you take a break?”

“A break?” Roman hadn’t had that idea.

“You know. When you get some water—not coffee or energy drinks—and a snack and watch… I don’t know… Hercules or something.” He shrugged. “I prefer Tim Burton, but I can stand Hercules. I like the titans.”

“Are you offering to watch a cartoon with me?” Roman gave a small but sincere grin. “You object to most of my movie choices.”

“And then we watch your choice anyway.” Virgil smiled, a fondness in his eyes. “Because you’ll throw a fit if we don’t.”

“But, still, you suggested an uplifting Disney cartoon. That’s… that might be a first.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, you need a break. We’ve been sitting in here working for like three hours.”

“Yes, but…” Roman’s grin faded. “I’m not even close to done, Virgil, and this needs to be done. It needs to be done. I need to be done with it.” He didn’t know how he could impress on Virgil how much he wanted to never think about this project again.

“Do you need to be done tonight?”

“I should have it done tonight.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Virgil said, his voice soft, gentle.

Roman sighed. “I suppose I have a few more days to really finish it, but—what are you doing?” Virgil had crossed the room and was gathering his art supplies, putting them in his bag.

“Come on, we’re watching Hercules.”

“I really—I can’t—”

Virgil threw his bag over his shoulder. “You can, and you will.”

Roman sighed. “I need to keep working on this.”

“Can you keep working on this?” Virgil crossed his arms. “Be honest with yourself.”

“I…” Roman’s mouth was slightly open as he searched for the words. For the answer. “I can’t. Not right now. Virgil, I can’t. But I have to.”

“Okay.” Virgil nodded his head. “Then let’s go back to my place and we can make popcorn, and we’ll cuddle and watch the first half-hour of Hercules. And then you can get back to work for an hour, and I’ll sketch. And then we’ll watch more Hercules.”

“Okay.” Roman said softly, closing his laptop.

Virgil waited by the door as Roman packed up his things. “You’re working hard, Roman. You’re doing what you need to do. But you know as well as I do that you do better work when you’re fully conscious and energetic.”

“I suppose I’m not quite as bouncy as I usually am.”

“Not even a little bit as bouncy as usual.” Virgil shook his head. “It’s quite sad. You’re adorable when you’re excited about what you’re working on.”

“I know.” Roman grumbled, standing up. “Self-care makes my work better. But—”

“No buts.” Virgil bumped his shoulder. “Let’s go watch your movie. I won’t even complain when you sing along.”

“Really?” Roman’s eyes lit up.

“Really.”

Roman began to hum “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” as he walked out of the room behind Virgil, pulling the door shut behind him.

Virgil grinned. “You’re already starting to sing. I may have made a mistake.”

“I’m not singing, I’m humming. There’s a difference.” Roman said with mock offense.

“There’s my Roman.” Virgil said, and Roman couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the grin in his words. “A break will do you good.”

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

re: Ethan's gentle reserves nature - not sure if you've watched TGM but I'm curious if you get the same vibes from older Mav? for me it's a tossup if TC is just like that in recent roles or if Ethan in particular has terminal eldest daughter syndrome because all his spy parents/mentors sucked and he just didn't have any siblings to shepherd around until GP

Ok so I have to be honest TGM was the first non-MI TC movie I watched so it was a while ago now. And so I don’t feel like I’m entirely qualified to speak on it. That being said from what I remember Mav is—very kind, and definitely tired, but he doesn’t seem to have Ethan’s particular kind of careful reserve around people. He’s very outspoken in general, and it shows in his demeanor and his body language. I remember him as being somewhat more physically expressive than Ethan, and although they have a similar sense of kind playfulness I wouldn’t necessarily describe Mav as intentionally gentle (when he is, it’s more situational and less of a character trait). Mav is also quicker to anger than Ethan, and quicker to get drawn into petty disputes than Ethan, who keeps himself very carefully cut off from that sort of thing. Mav engages with the kids and tests and teases and pushes them where Ethan tends to treat even his closest teammates with—lots of care, but a constant emotional distance, rarely if ever bringing up grievances/past hurts. For example, I can’t imagine mcquarrie era Ethan shoving a teammate the way Mav shoves Rooster in TGM. TC’s later roles….with the exception of Nick Morton and Barry Seal (love of my life hiiii) you tend to feel their age, a sense of tiredness, a stubborn doggedness, but IMO there’s not one of them that has Ethan’s particular carefulness and gentleness when dealing with people. Thinking here of Nick Morton, Barry Seal, Maverick, Jack Reacher in Never Go Back. That was part of why I was so struck by that quality of Ethan’s on rewatch, cause my first experience with TC was mission impossible and I unconsciously ascribed a lot of that quality to an older TC’s general vibes—not realizing that…in a lot of his other movies, including the later ones, he usually plays relatively brash characters. Ethan is a kinda unusual TC protagonist and what’s more, TC didn’t have to act him that way…the writing doesn’t demand it, although it occasionally subtly suggests it. Most of that gentle quality is coming from the acting. Anyway it’s interesting to me that Ethan is TC’s longest-running role. Would love any TGM-loving mutuals to weigh in on all this if you have thoughts btw

[mycheese-tasted-like-applepie]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING MY REQUEST!!! (I requested the Druid and Merlin.) If you can’t tell, I adore Merlin. I’m requesting another! (I’m sorry if I’m an inconvenience.) How about #228 “I’ll hurt whoever did this to you.”& #247 “I told you I was going to be waiting for you.” Let your magical imagination run wild. (If you want to ignore another Merlin/Druid request it’s fine by me. I just thank you for doing mine!😅) Keep at the magical work!🥰

Not at all! I'm so glad you liked it!💖 I hope you really enjoy this one and for giving me some creative freedom!💖😂

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An Accidental Ambush

A little impatient, you rush to Camelot to see Merlin. However, while doing so, you run into a dangerous creature.

#228 "I'll hurt whoever did this to you."

#247 “I told you I was going to be waiting for you.”

You were a Druid who lived in hiding with your fellow Druids out in hiding. Camelot's rules about magic were so strict that even your friends, who were as peaceful as could be, would be persecuted if they were found.

Your faith in Merlin trying to change the king's mind was low.

You've known the sorcerer for a while now, being that you guys are in similar situations of hiding. Merlin's always had a soft spot for the Druids, so how could he not like you. The two of you had been meeting up for a while now, having mutual pining for one another. But, as expected, this meeting had to be well executed and at the dead of night.

Neither of you could be seen, less it meant your deaths.

However, the details were so precise that Merlin had the exact time and location planned out perfectly. You would meet him there and no further. But you were impatient and growing more so the more you thought of waiting. You knew it could be dangerous, but you had to bend the rules a little to satisfy yourself.

Hopefully Merlin would understand when you showed up at his door.

You set out from your camp at sunset, making way through the dark forest with only the moon to guide you. Being a Druid, a friend of nature, you carried no weapon. Only a small field knife for practical purposes. You were solely focused on your quest to get to Camelot under the cover of night.

Unaware of the predator on your steps.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were steady on your feet, weaving under branch and climbing over roots, and the next minute you were flat on your stomach with a piercing pain and heavy weight on your back.

You were never quicker than when it came to whipping out your tiny knife and whipping it at your assailant.

A sharp hissing whine sounded when you made contact with something. It lifted its foot, allowing you to roll out of the way and get on your feet despite the burning pain on your back. Your eyes made out the shape of something big, something with teeth, and something with the intent to kill you. You squinted at the beast, trying to identify it.

It was a bipedal reptilian with strong muscular legs that were armed with claws. Its two smaller arms seemed easily maneuverable and were also armed with claws. The beast had a wide and long rostrum filled with teeth, its canines longer than the rest. A snake-like tongue flicked out now and again as its amber eyes locked on you, pupils slitted beyond belief. You knew what it was now, seeing the neat hair-like quills that decorated the back of its head to the tip of its tail.

A male basilisk was hunting you, the bright red veins against his neck a dead giveaway. The red pulsing veins showing that he was also in season.

You whipped your knife at him a few times, but the basilisk just hissed at you, calling your bluff and advancing slightly. Suddenly, you felt a warm substance dripping down your back. Reaching behind you, you brushed your fingers against your skin and looked to see the dark red stains of blood. The basilisk sniffed the air, his tongue darting out, catching your sent. Your hesitation was his advantage, and he raised his head as a show of dominance as he snarled, leaping at you.

Faster than you could react, his jaws dug into your forearm. Blood immediately began to seep out as his razor-sharp teeth tore through flesh and hit bone. You wanted to scream but lacked the capacity to do so. The pain was too great. You did what you shouldn't have done, and that was rip your arm out of his mouth, tearing flesh away with it.

The basilisk was in a feeding frenzy, and you were too wounded to face such a predator at the peak of his power. He hissed at you, baring his teeth, signaling your end. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes.

Then a resounding set of screeches echoed through the woods.

The male basilisk was immediately distracted by the call of a pack of nearby females. His need to mate greater than his need to feed was your salvation. As the basilisk sped off into the darkness, forgetting about you, you got up and made your way towards Camelot still, clinging onto your wounded arm as it dripped blood.

What were you going to say to Merlin?

Disoriented, you somehow managed to reach where he said he stayed without getting caught. With hope, you knocked quietly. And to your relief, it was the sorcerer who answered the door.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? This isn't when we said we'd see each other." Merlin whispered, clearly in shock from seeing you now.

"I had to see you." You said, masking the pain you held.

"I told you I was going to be waiting for you.” Merlin replied, placing a hand on your shoulder: "You didn't need to risk anything for this."

You nodded, swaying a bit as the pain was finally getting to you. Merlin took note of your sweaty, pale skin along with your shuddering frame. He may be a fool sometimes, but it didn't take him long to notice your wound.

Panic rushed through him.

"What happened?" He asked in absolute shock, grabbing your arm to better inspect the wound. Anger than coursed through his veins as he thought of you getting hurt.

"There-"

"I'll hurt whoever did this to you." His voice was so dark that you were stunned into silence. You've never heard Merlin sound so angry towards something. And to be honest, his worry to protect you made your heart flutter a bit. However, he had no person to be angry at.

"It was a basilisk, Merlin. It was just acting on instinct." You explained, even though fear coursed through your veins at the image. People acted on malice, animals relied on instinct. You couldn't help but defend the beast.

"A basilisk! Their mouths are thriving with disease! We need to get this treated right away!" Merlin whisper-shouted at you, his grip on your wrist tightening a bit in worry.

"But, it's dangerous if I stay..." You tried to tell him, already feeling a bit foolish for not waiting like he said.

"The wound could get infected. This could get more fatal than you think." Merlin explained before tugging you inside. He was quiet as he collected the necessary materials, you sitting at the table.

"Plus, you are here now. Let's not waste this time together." Merlin said with a bit of a smile. You nodded, sharing his enthusiasm as you allowed him to work on your arm.

But before that, his eyes flashed gold. And just like that, your pain was gone.

"Thank you." You said, face flustered a bit as he began to dab and apply herbs to your bite. He gave you that little Merlin grin.

"Anything for you." Merlin leaned over slightly to give you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed more, and words weren't really shared after that. However, they weren't necessary. The silence with him was comforting enough.

After you were healed enough, Merlin brought you home. In fact, he offered to meet you there from now on. It was safer for you, but you were worried about him. But Merlin brushed off your concern. He was a sorcerer after all.

Not only that, but he was a dragonlord.

And no distant cousin of the dragon, like the basilisk, would dare mess with him.

[happyandticklish]

Fucked Up Tk Shit

This is for my own edification so no one else has to read this lol. I feel like a lot of times we twist headcannons to make the Thing work out for characters in media that we consume, ESPECIALLY in regards to superpowers, and because I’m a morbid little piece of shit I can’t help self-destructing those in my head as to how it would end in actuality

So, I have constructed a list of all the horrifying/angsty ways those headcannons would probably actually end if you applied it to the logic of the show/book. It is put under a read more because I did not hold back lol.

Trigger warns for death, injury, and non-con (I know the tk community is a safe space for escapism for a lot of people, including me usually, so I recommend not reading it if you would be easily hurt by negative connotations in association with the thing; I cope by imagining the worst possible scenarios that the Thing could end in, so that’s most of the reason why I made this, for explanation ahsfjhji)

1. BNHA 

- Denki probably has to hold back anytime he’s tickled and ends it almost immediatelly, because getting too out of control could make his powers act up and force him to accidentally electrocute someone and risk seriously hurting them

2. The Bright Sessions 

- Subscribing to the headcannon that Damien does like the Thing, his powers would act up and force people to tickle him, so he does his level best to repress that shit down because even if the other people did want to tickle him, the sheer amount of times that his powers would make them do it would become very non-consensual on his parts. Especially if they realize what’s happening, or know about his powers, and get freaked out and leave him, making him only feel shittier about the whole situation

- Mark would most likely get freaked out over tickling as it makes him lose control. There’s probably been a couple moments where he’s tentatively let Sam or someone try it, and every time he freaks out, which isn’t great, because it forces him to teleport if he’s around her, and,,,, yeah

- Joan hasn’t been touched, let alone tickled, in years on end, and would self-combust if given even the slightest modicum of affection in that area. Probably engaged in tickle fights with Mark when she was little, and though she understands why the subject makes him uncomfy now, she can’t help but feel remorse at losing that form of connection with her brother

- [I was gonna do Caleb and Adam but I simply can’t fuck them up, I love them too much]

- Damien doesn’t ever tickle people because he can’t be sure if he’s forcing them to hold still and say they like it or if they actually want it

3. Beastars 

- If Legoshi was tickled by Haru, they run the risk of him accidentally seriously hurting/biting her off instinct, similar to when they tried to bang it out, and it’s possible he might accidentally fling her into something or knock her off too hard while trying

4. Durarara 

- If Shizuo were to tickle someone, he might accidentally crush in their ribcage or some shit due to not realizing his own strength

- Izaya probably does like tickling but does not have a single person who would be willing to do that to him, and the only other person who knows, Shinra, has called it weird and forced Izaya to repress the interest more

5. Mob Psycho 100 

- Shigeo probably isn’t ticklish, or at least doesn’t really laugh and react like his friends do, and he feels a supreme sense of jealousy every time he watches his friends engaging in silly tickle fights

6. AOT 

- Due to the sheer amount of trauma Levi has induced and his feelings around trusting others and touch in general, being tickled would probably send him into a full blown panic attack

7. Be More Chill

- The Squip definitely made fun of Jeremy for liking tickling and he had the whole zappy thing happen whenever he thought about it

8. All For The Game

- Both Neil and Andrew probably can’t stand being tickled without it triggering something in them

9. Camp Camp

- Max definitely has never been tickled in his life, and doesn’t even know what it feels like

10. Detroit: Become Human

- As much as I hate to say it (and will definitely be writing fics claiming the opposite), androids can’t feel sensation and therefore wouldn’t be ticklish or ever get to experience that

11. Gorillaz 

- If Murdoc were to tickle 2d, it would most likely be in an abusive, non-con way, often going far past his limits and ignoring any pleas for him to stop, purely for shits and giggles because he’s an asshole

12. Inside Job

- Bear-O had a tickle setting on him that would engage whenever he thought Reagan needed cheering up, and it traumatized her so bad that she can’t handle that kind of physical contact anymore

- Since he was a child, Brett was told by his family that it was weird that he liked tickling, as well as by peers and past girlfriends, so he just assumes that it must be just a weird Him thing, and has a huge amount of shame around the issue

13. Fullmetal Alchemist

- Sometimes Alphonse will stay up late and try to somehow replicate the feeling of tickling through his armor and can’t help the disappointment he feels every time when it obviously doesn’t work

That’s all I can think of for right now, I’m sure there are more but they’re not coming to me right now. 

[cluelessbees]

Random Byler Ficlet Because I Said So--

(shout out to @moonlightmarvey for encouraging/telling me to post this!! 💙💛)

Okay– fuck JK R*wling as we know (I don't think she came up with this scene but still fuck her) – but I was thinking about this scene from the HP films where Harry gets Hermione to dance with him and its this moment where they get to essentially forget about all the chaos and the negativity and dance for a bit…and I was thinking about a similar situation with byler–

Like okay, imagine, they’re both in Mike’s room. And Mike can tell that there’s something off with Will. He can tell he isn’t okay. That he’s in his own head. That he is putting up walls. That he isn’t telling Mike everything anymore. And it’s killing Mike because nothing he’s done so far has helped Will feel better. And maybe this time, Will lashes out a bit. Not because he’s mad at Mike, but more because he’s tense (which is totally understandable to Mike considering Will’s childhood tormentor turned out to be a slimy monster dude who wanted to take over the world). And Mike can’t take seeing Will this agitated and tired and…scared.

He can’t take seeing Will hurt.

So, he stands up and walks towards his cassette box and starts rummaging around. Will only looks at him for a second before looking back down at his lap – probably deep in thought again. Mike thinks about how he’s been doing that more recently. He continues to scan all his tapes until– AHA! His eyes finally land on it. He quickly pops the tape from its case before slotting it into his stereo and clicking play. And the room is suddenly filled with the Crash’s Should I Stay or Should I Go?

The tape’s old…and originally recorded off of the stereo (as a gift from Will because he wanted Mike to hear his favourite song), so it’s a lot of static and is…partially incoherent. But who cares? Mike is working with what he has and he’ll do what he can to get Will to smile right now. Only, Will doesn’t seem to even notice the song playing - let alone what song Mike was play. Which– fine no problem. Mike is gonna get Will’s attention one way or another. 

So he does the most stupidest idea he can think of and just starts to dance towards Will, pulling his And he sees Will like trying to hold himself back from enjoying it or like- he’s too in his head to notice the music so Mike starts dancing towards him and grabs his arm, pulling him up. Will looks at Mike confused with a face that just read what are you doing? And Mike just smiles at him – just trust me. So Will decides to play along. 

And it starts with these big dance moves. Mike is pulling Will around or twirling himself before twirling Will. But then they start to dance closer – and even though it quite literally doesn’t match the rhythm of the song – they begin to sway a bit (sort of like a slow dance). And there’s that moment. Y’know – that shift. Where it changes ‘oh we’re having fun and laughing’ because then they catch each others eye. And suddenly, they’re so aware of how close they are. Or how theirs legs are almost entangled together. How easily their noses could bump one another. How warm their hands feel intertwined - they fucking fact their hands are literally intertwined.

And they just stare at each other, holding their breathes. Suddenly, it feels like one of them begins to lean, although they don’t know who it was for sure. The gap between them begins to close. And-- the tape cuts. 

The song ended.

And they were no longer in that place. 

Instead, you have a flustered Will, pulling away as he tries to convince himself not to have hope – ‘he was just being nice. He’s just being a good friend.’ And then, there was Mike. Who just stood there – red in the face, experiencing his most intense gay panic yet as he realises two things a- I almost kissed Will and b- holy fuck. I want to kiss Will. 

[igotanidea]

Endless glorious purpose.

I'm back guys! Setting my mind on request that was send before. This one is for @emarich7 saying: For some reason I think Loki and Dream would be friends...like Dream would truly know Loki from his dreams and Loki would understand Dream and what he went through while caged up.

Set in the post-TVA and post-restoring Dreaming time.

Apart from one redish light pulsating somewhere In the distance the room was dark. It was hard to say whether the place was big or small or where exactly it was situated, but during his time as a god of mischief Loki has seen a lot of different tricks and shenanigans, most of them caused by him so this… this was nothing that would scare him. Black haired man grinned in his signature facial expression and with all the dignity he could gather took a few steps forward.

“Show yourself!” he exclaimed “whoever you are, I know you are here. Acting like a coward, afraid to reveal your face.”

“Loki of Asgard” cold voice sounded in front of the god “such bold words of you.”

“I am a god.”

“And yet, you are in my realm with no real power here.” Dark clothed figure, which could soon be recognized as a man with chiseled black hair come into the view eyeing the other one carefully but also with dark expression.

“ And who may you be to say so?” Loki scoffed watching the newly arrived man with the mix of curiosity and condescending “who dare to stand against me?”

“I am Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams. Ruler of the nightmare realm.”

“Oh, Lord Morphues than” Loki grinned but the smile did not reach his eyes which stayed cold

“I presume you’ve heard about me.”

“Asgardian’s stories. I remember them vaguely.” Loki raised his head and his horny helmet and green robes appeared in the place of the plain ones making him look more royal and dignified “But if you’re here what does it mean?”

“So conceited yet so unbright”  Morphues spoke coldly facing Loki’s grimace. Before the Asgardian said anything more Dream Lord added “you are dreaming. You are a paradox. You should not even be here. You…. Died.”

“That was another timeline. Before I jumped  the version of myself from the past here.” The god waived his hand casually

“You did what?”

“Who’s unbright now, Dream Lord?”

“Watch your tongue, God of Mischief. You are still in my domain.”

“Seems like somewhere I could fit right in.”

“ Someone said that to me before and it did not end well for him.”

“Oh yes, one of your nightmares. What was his name? Corinthian, I suppose?”

“How do you know that.”

“You see, Dream Lord, you have your tricks and mind games and I have mine. So really there’s no way for you to intimidate me.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, I’m sure. You want to bet on that?”

“I do not…. Bet. Albeit I made an exception for my sister.”

“Nice family relationship, huh? My sister tried to kill me and my brother and as a result blew up my home planet.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“Interesting choice of words, Dream King.  But … yes, it was quite unfortunate indeed”

“My other sibiling tried to annihilate me too. Desire.”

“Oh? Can’t imagine why” Loki mocked “you are truly a delight to be around.”

Both men were still eyeing each other but the previous tension was now a bit less noticeable as they discovered some similarities between them.

“No. I hurt a lot of people and beings that were close to me. Like my Raven.”

“A raven? How wonderful. I had an alligator version of myself, once. A real predatory animal.”

“You can’t possibly imagine how predatory this bird can me. I used it my challenge in hell.”

“Hell?”

“Yes.” Morphues’ eyes went a bit blurry at the memory “Snake-devouring, talons ripping….. Except Matthew, he’s more…. domesticated.”  

“Who’s Matthew” Loki frowned “nevermind. I don’t even know why I keep this banter with you.”

“Because whether you like it or not we are alike.”

“Oh! Oh, oh,oh!” Loki gave a short, mocking laugh “you are nothing like me. I have been through too much to even start this comparison.”

“You lost your mother, your brother and you life….” Morpheus trailed

“Stop it!”

“you did not succeed in fulfilling your so-called glorious purpose….”

“I’m warning you Dream Lord…..” the god’s face reddened slightly

“And now, from what I now you are trapped in some agency called……”

“TVA”

“Right. TVA.”

“I still don’t know how does that make us similar.”

“I …..” Morpheus stuttered but upon Loki’s gaze gathered himself “your effort, however futile are…. Interesting. I… may have had some struggles myself, feeling like ….. nothing at some point. Observing you was …. Uplifting. “

“Uplifling?” Loki hissed “Watching?! Do you think I’m your toy to play with?! I AM A GOD YOU….”

“Enough, Asgardian. I came to bring you relief in your sleeping hours.”

“I don’t need any help from you!”

“And yet, I am not asking. I am giving you a gift and you shall accept it.”

“Over my dead body!”

“Seems to me like we would be seeing each other more often now, God of Mischief. After all, it was my sister who pointed me towards you.”

“Oh, here we go again with the family drama.” Loki rolled his eyes “It’s like bantering with Thor…. Back… in the days” his voice broke a little

“My sister” Dream emphasized the word “Death. Mentioned something about you being lonely…”

“What now?! You sure you're not talking about yourself? If the stories are true you spend over a cantury locked up in some amateur, fumbler, self-appointed magus. How was that?"

Morphues said no word but his eyes turned a bit glassy.

"Don't you dare, Asgardian."

"I'll tell you how it felt - helpless, raging inside, planing your revenge on everyone responsible for the situation, pathetic...."

"You are forgetting yourself."

"Nah, I'm speakign from experience. When I first arrived at TVA they locked me away and kept inprisoned, so .... been there, done that. Whatever" he shook head getting rid of the memories. "What did your lovely sister ask you for? Perhaps I can try to change her mind?"

“Coming into contact with you. She sensed this … familiarization may enrich as both. “

“I cannot possibly imagine that.”

“Then we agree  on something, Asgard God. However, I will visit you again. As for now, this dream is over”.

Loki opened his eyes and found himself on the desert in the middle of nowhere in time and space, Sylvie sitting nearby.

“You were talking in your sleep.” She spat

“Really? What was I saying?”

“Something about God of Dreams?” she tilted her head frowning at her companion “oh, did you make friend during your little slumber? That is just adorable….”.

First it was the attitude of Morpheus and now mocking tone of the woman and Loki just couldn’t take it anymore.

“He is not my friend!!”

“Too bad, Death was right. Both you and her brother are in desperate need of one….”

She turned her head away, chuckling slightly leaving Loki with hundred of questions. Death came to contact with Sylvie? What the hell was all of this about?!

@somest1

@pinksirensong

[h-worksrambles]

can you please say anything about Murdoch. anything. I love how you talk about him because I feel towards him the same way, he's goddamn precious

I am ALWAYS down to talk about Murdoch. It is never a bad time to ask me about my best boy. As a matter of fact, there is a thought I’ve been dwelling on and meaning to write up about Murdoch which will be fitting to discuss with his next update on the way.

The relationship and parallels between him and his sister Holly.

Murdoch and Holly’s relationship is…contentious to say the least. Considering Holly is straight up coercing him to sleep with her fiancé (and the most recent update had her straight up blackmailing them both). But what makes this so interesting to me is that the two have a lot of similarities in their situation.

Murdoch and Holly have both grown up in the emotionally abusive atmosphere of the Byrnes’ household, and live in the shadow of Seamus’ death. Both are struggling in their own ways and the burdens placed on them by their parents mirror the social prejudices they struggle under. Murdoch being constantly worked ragged by Alfred and Gretchen, who take every opportunity to tell him what a disappointment he is, has a very homophobic undercurrent. It’s about how his dealings with men bring shame on them (to the point that Gretchen has to keep arranging for them to be hushed up), and how he can’t be the heir who carries on the family name with children of his own. Holly meanwhile IS propped up as the family heir, but she is constantly beset with pressures and expectations that are rooted in misogyny and the extremely restrictive box she is placed into as a woman in an upper middle class household.

But neither Murdoch or Holly can see what the other is going through. Holly doesn’t see how exhausted and miserable her brother is, or how she herself is contributing to his suffering. She just sees him getting bailed out of compromising situations with men around town day after day and envies his freedom. Likewise, Murdoch doesn’t see the pressure Holly is being forced to live up to. He just sees the apparent favourite child who he is constantly compared to. They are both being abused but each thinks the other has it better, which comes to a head when they argue on the night of the bachelor party.

This goes hand in hand with the survival strategies they’ve adopted to cope in their situations. Murdoch feverishly attempts to figure out the truth of what’s really going on in Echo. Because he believes that is he does, if he keeps bending over backwards (sometimes literally) to do what his family wants, maybe they’ll go back to how he remembers. He has to believe that the way they’re treating him is down purely to Echo’s influence because it’s the only thing that keeps him going. Holly’s strategy meanwhile is to get the hell out of dodge. In the extremely narrow box laid out for her, the one way she can exercise any will or power is through the men around her. Jim is her ticket to get the Byrnes family out of Echo (especially as Cordelia’s remarks about all three of the Byrnes siblings having an interest in occult stuff around the town implies she ALSO knows something’s wrong with Echo) and also to extricate herself from her own bad situation within the family. And she is willing to resort to drastic measures, rationalising to herself that it’s all for the good of the family, (even when it’s Murdoch, a member of her family, getting hurt by her actions).

There’s also how both Murdoch and Holly are drawn to someone who embodies the freedom they crave in their own lives. Murdoch sees Samuel, a man who, as a sex worker is able to express his sexuality as a living, (when sex is the one way he is able to feel like himself) and idolises him for it, falling in love from afar long before the route actually starts. Which builds to a devastating one two punch of Murdoch learning both that Sam is nothing like he imagined and that he’s actually been ‘whoring himself out’ for his family for a long time (sex was the one way he could feel comfortable and even that’s been taken away from him). Meanwhile, while we don’t really see a lot of Holly and Jim’s four year relationship, it’s easy to put the pieces together. Jim is an up and coming city slicker who’s ‘going places’. He’s free and independent in a way Holly can only dream of. As well as someone who can ‘save her’ from her crappy home life by giving her somewhere else to go in the city.

(On the note of this. It kills me that Murdoch takes Holly’s side when she’s arguing with Jim and doesn’t protest that she’s hurt him just as Jim has…UNTIL Holly snaps at Sam. Murdoch is so self loathing and so smitten with Sam, that he’ll defend Sam before sticking up for himself…😭).

And this is all without getting to Dahlia, staying out of sight with what she knows, keeping her cards close to her chest…

One of the reasons Murdoch’s route is my favourite is not just because Murdoch is a charming well written woobie. But also because his dynamics with his family make the Byrnes’ some of my favourite characters. GeorgeSquares has said that he wanted Murdoch’s route to show that abuse can take many forms, and not always the ones we commonly expect. So seeing the Byrnes’ siblings all coping in their own ways and even turning against each other, is really compelling and tragic. It leaves me wondering whether the siblings will find solidarity to overcome their mistreatment, or just throw each other under the bus. As well as adding more layers to the question of how Murdoch will extricate himself from his family.

Thank you for the ask. Always happy to talk more about my boi…