#and that if canon is gen then i am gen

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Au in which the elves, or at least legolas and thranduil and such, don’t treat Gandalf like an old man, and more like an age mate(?).

Listen, we all know that gandalf isn’t actually an old man, that he’s a maia in disguise, but bc he take the form of an old man, people treat him in such a way you would treat an old man.

It really fucks with people’s perception, even the ones who know he’s not an old man in the traditional sense can’t help but treat him like an elderly person.

Except the elves, well, some of them.

Imagine legolas just mindlessly throwing supplies at gandalf during the quest the way he would at a fellow soldier and the rest of the questers feeling like there’s something distinctly not right about treating gandalf in a manner similar to a middle aged adult, but also knowing that gandalf is not actually an old man.

Legolas teasing and ribbing gandalf in such a way that’s not like mentor/mentee / adult/child, etc. But more like a pair of warriors on a scouting mission and it fucks with everyone else’s perception of reality so much because yes, but also no?!??

Just legolas treating gandalf less like the old man he pretends to be (and the minor god he is) and more like a same aged fellow warrior and it’s messing with everyone who has to witness it.

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

What you rizz is what you gyatt

[artsycooky13]

top 3 fave bbys in the burrito show (bonus SUPER LONG tags on how i feel bout the characters)

[janglingargot]

Something to do. Something to distract him. Chai really, really needs that right now, because the noises coming from over on that jury-rigged surgical table are not putting him in his happy place, and nobody is letting him help with Korsica.

It's not his fault that everyone freaked out, just because he was unconscious when they found him, flung into a dark corner of the L.I.F.T. corridor. It's not his fault that they keep scolding him and talking about concussions and telling him to sit down again whenever he tries to get off the couch. He even let CNMN shine a penlight directly into his eyes to make sure his pupils were dilating correctly, and he's still seeing spots from that. He's shrugged off worse hits in just the last day or two, right? He got punched through like five walls! He's fine.

But, no. Chai is banished to sit quietly on the couch, while everyone else scrambles around trying to prevent their potential new recruit from expiring right there on the operating table. (If you can call an old tarp thrown over a couple of crates an "operating table".)

Even 808 is floating at CNMN's elbow, scanning Korsica every few minutes and keeping tabs on her vital signs; and Peppermint and Macaron have been doing some kind of robotics speed-design challenge over at his workbench, clanging and banging with screwdrivers and soldering irons and power drills, and talking frantically to each other in technical jargon that Chai doesn't understand in the slightest.

And Chai just feels…useless.

(Ao3 link to the rest)

[yannfredericks]

it’s been brought to my attention that maybe it’s not common knowledge that in many of the hpcc casts yolly (yann fredericks + polly chapman) are considered canon so I’m here to fix that

they’re everything to me and if I ever stop posting about them I’ve died

[munchyfakie]

I tend to have mixed feelings about MLP being mixed with horror tbh. There's a lot out there that's just edgy for the sake of it and I find it kinda tacky and boring. There's definitely creative takes on it though, like the post I just reblogged.

There's plenty of room to explore unsettling topics with the ponies without resorting to just slapping blood and guts onto a kid's show in an attempt to shock. This is a world that has always had magic, always had a little fanciful mystery to it. If you reach into the darker corners of that you can pull out something really cool.

If you have any artists or fics in mind that take an interesting spin on MLP and horror, feel free to float them my way!

[bookishjules]

i can't wait to have the sandbox of the shadowhunters world completely open to us after twp like we can do whatever!! no consequences!! literally anything could be canon compliant so long as its within the established canon. and i just know there's gonna be soo much to explore after whatever fundamental change ends up occuring.

[dracocheesecake]

FRICK IT HERE'S A (very rough) WIP OF REDDIE AND DOSHIKA'S MEET CUTE:

“Are you sure you contacted a guide?” Gen asked for what felt like the hundredth time, if you asked Hailey; he couldn’t help but think that Eva wouldn’t have whined like this if she were here, and then immediately felt guilty for it; After all, she wasn’t used to rough living, and hadn’t actually complained all that much.

“Sure as the Rings, little bayrie,” Huxley said, cheery as always. “The signal was set and a meeting was arranged. We just need to wait.” 

“To be fair to the youngins, patience is hard when you’re standing half-frozen at the top of a mountain. But at least they have their fiery spirits to keep them warm. Us older folk just have to make do with patience and coats.” He chuckled. 

Hailey rolled his eyes. “Like you have so much experience in mountain climbing. How are you holding up, Redimus? You’ve been quiet. Or did the frost freeze your beak shut?” 

The one-eyed dorcean had only joined them because he had craved a change of scenery, and Huxley had convinced him that the Blieks were as big a change from Lacus as he could get; that, and his extra muscle and his own experience as a former member of the royal beamguide crew could be handy. He was sitting in the snow, a little distant from the others, with his many limbs folded under himself for warmth. His one good eye blinked, as if he had been in some sort of trance, and he turned his head to regard Hailey. Gen was tucked against his hairy side for the warmth his large form provided, shaking. 

“Eet iz fine,” Redimus said. “Nuzzing dat cannot be endured. But where iz dis guide?” 

Hailey shrugged. “That’s what we all want to know right now. I mean, the message said they would be here when we got here, but-” 

Suddenly, Redimus’ head shot up. His one eye was focused on a spot about a meter away. Everyone paused. Then something moved under the snow. Something big. 

Huxley backed away, and Gen tucked herself tighter against Redimus’ side. Hailey moved closer to his grandfather, grabbing his arm in case he needed to pull him to safety. His heart raced.

“...You don’t think there could be sand-snipers up here, do you?” He whispered.

Redimus answered. “No. Dat iz not a-”

Then something emerged from the snow, though it was hard to tell at first- it was more like its large, hulking shape had become more definite, as if it had been a part of the frozen landscape all along. It shook itself, and snow fell off of a glittering white hide, like a polar bear’s. Multiple thick, bulky limbs unfolded, supporting a large form not unlike Redimus’ in general shape. Two large yellow eyes blinked out the frost, and regarded them all. 

“I apologize,” the giant dorcean said, “I waited here zince I got yoor zignal. Znow fell in meantime.” 

In appearance, she eerily reminded Hailey of holoprojections he had once seen of snowy owls; but she was hundreds of times bigger, covered in white fur instead of feathers, with black spots on her broad back and multiple powerful limbs, rather than wings.She had to weigh at least a thousand pounds- at minimum. The framework of her bones could have supported the skyscrapers of ancient yore. Her sickle claws, the ends of which he could see projecting from under the thick fur, were as black as her beak; extending from the corners of this were black markings that made it seem as if she were always giving the world a permanent, sadistic smile that only a serial killer could have, though the yellow and black eyes were austere. 

Hailey took a soft breath inwards and stepped closer to his grandfather. Van Turner put a hand on his shoulder, supporting him. Hailey leaned towards him, keeping his voice low:

“...Um…remember ‘blues are nice, grays are mean'?”  

Van Turner nodded. His eyes didn't leave the hulking tower of a beast before them. Even Redimus seemed cowed by its presence. He raised his brows. 

“Yep. ‘And the beautiful ones are something else in between’. And what we have here is quite a beauty.” 

Hailey glanced at him. “So…?” 

Van Turner chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Wait and see.” And he winked. 

The giant white Dorcean then made a rumbling noise, and spoke again. She- they knew it was a she, because her voice, though deeper even than Redimus’, was undoubtedly female, and had a slow smoothness that was pleasant to listen to. Her accent, though, was slightly different than the variety they had grown used to. 

“I,” she said, her voice as clear as ice, “am Dozheeka. I am too be yoor guide throogh deeze mountainz.” 

The female Dorcean swept her gaze casually over all of them, possibly counting how many she had to look after- but then it landed on Redimus, and stayed there. She bristled, silent. Then she straightened herself, standing suddenly even taller, looming over him. Her neck arched, and there came from somewhere deep in her chest- a loud, low, continuous growling. 

Redimus’ eye had dilated until it seemed all black, an inky orb surrounded by a thin ring of yellow. He lowered his neck and lowered himself, but his eye remained on her, staring straight into hers. He, too, echoed her growling, but at a different register. 

A silent pause laid heavy over them all, concealing a pregnant tension ready to pounce. The female took a step forward, in Redimus’ direction. Redimus growled louder. 

“Um, hello?” Gen said, nervousness shaking her voice,  “we’re still here.”

The Dorcean whipped her head towards her, and then blinked a few times, relaxing and shaking herself. “Ah. I'm zorry. I had forgotten yoo,” she said. 

Redimus visibly relaxed himself, though his eye remained glued to her. 

“So you're the Range Guard here?” Huxley asked, stepping right up to her. The white Dorcean nodded. 

“I waz firzt too get yoor zignal. Yoo are my azzignment. Now, tell me where yoo plan to go, and I can zee if eet iz pozzible.” 

[qprstobin]

Honestly I think I could handle how much I dislike the way some of biggest ships in the fandom were handled if this fandom still actually produced gen fics. Almost every single fic out there right now is only there to push people towards a ship in the end. Even the fics where it's TECHNICALLY gen always feels the need to sprinkle in a mention of a ship or crush. Like this show has always been about the friendships? The found family? How horrific things can bond you together? And with one season and within a year it feels like it's been completely wiped out from this fandom. it's honestly depressing at this point

[pyr0peyt]

My fucking god. These bitches gay! Good for them!

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Hey guys. Do you think there's like... an afterlife in My Little Pony? Like, by gen 5 all of the main 6 are dead but did they go to horse Heaven? And if there IS a horse Heaven and the main 6 DO reside there, then why the fuck can't Discord like. Visit. Bro is omnipotent. Does horse Jesus just not like him? I need the horse afterlife lore man!!!!!!!/hj

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

Haunted

memories that are not my own

———

Ellery is haunted by memories they don’t understand, by people they’ve never met… and yet those people are inextricably linked to Ellery through Hannibal and his violence.

Their empathy and intuition give them a deep insight into people, even and especially the ones they don’t want to have that insight for, namely, Hannibal Lecter.

———

(Left to right): Will Graham, Ellery Corvin and Abigail Hobbs

———

Bonus doodle:

[dunetevenn]

Me: I wonder what my f/os would like about me... ...wait what is there even to LIKE about me in the first place?

F/os: *burst into the room* Alright that's it we're doing an intervention *brings out a PowerPoint about why I'm not that big of a piece of shit*

[icyfox17]

guys can i be real with you for a moment?

i really miss sandduo :(

[the-greek-mythos-project]

The Greek Mythos Project: What We Accept Within Submissions

Hello everyone, it is once again Camila here and I am writing this post because I decided I should probably clarify things sooner than later. I know I and quite a few other lovely people can struggle with open barriers within things, especially in such a large and "imposing" project, so I decided to write down the general specifics of things to lessen everyone's anxiety. This can and will definitely be improved if we are given more information/questions/asked for clarification so feel free to check every once in a while or reach out if you don't see a specific question you have answered. This is once again here to promote better communication within things and break down this large project to more manageable things. So, let's get into it!

[Note: This post will go from the broader, more unspecific, topics to the smaller, more specific ones so feel free to scroll down or up as you please :)]

The Biggest Thing First! One Singular POV. This is something that I, Camila, want for the project and therefore, it will be the most enforced thing within here. Don't worry, though! We will be releasing a Second Work alongside this main project consisting of things that didn't quite fit into the original project, such as works that aren't exactly (or at all) one POV but still want to be recognized or OC pieces that are like reincarnations of various gods/mortals/characters which I'll get into later. So you work has a place with us, I promise you <3.

Anyway, back to the One Singular POV thing. It genuinely does not matter whether the piece is First Person, Second Person, Third Person, or something within those parameters as long as the setting, scene, thoughts, and work are being described in that one character's thoughts/experiences. A great example of this in Third Person is in the Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan, a popular YA Book Series centering around Greek Mythology in a Modern Setting told by their Demigod Children, where the narrative is in Third Person POV but it only ever follows whoever's POV it's in. Such as we do see the character's actual name and "he/she/they" instead of "I" but we're not privy to anything other than what the character is experiencing.

That is what I am asking for, and I am asking for this mostly for myself!) As we all may know by now, this project was created because I--Camila--took one look at my goal to rewrite the entirety of Greek Mythology in my search to learn more about the Greek Myths, was like "yeah... no," and then proceeded to make this public with the intent to bring out those niche writers, gain a community, make friends, and generally learn more about the various communities and ideas surrounding such a vast and deep thing such as Greek Mythology (remember, people not only know this across the globe, but across centuries. It's not just our ideas and the original texts, it's the Roman Empire's thoughts, the Rise of Christianity, all of our forefathers, and even those who we have read dissecting these things and creating academic papers or other works. It's just so interesting how much character and change and even how much influence various things have had on our modern perceptions). But, this is also a Project, this is also mine, and so I am very politely asking for it to be One POV of a Greek Mythological Character--However Niche They May Be--Only.

Thank you so much for understanding and, again, I will be hosting a Secondary Fic for all the things that don't quite fit under this Main Project but may still want to have the recognition/community that this comes with <3.

Note!! Because this post ended up being a little long and would be hard to properly organize going further, the rest of it will be comprised in reblogs <33

[lilliryth]

why are theee no reader insert fanfics of fujimoto from ponyo im going to cry and eat my own hair