#anyways ill elaborate on this so much more in the future

[drxgony]

Points and Laughs SMELLY boy cringe ass. Here's my depiction of Alek throughout the years.

I like to imagine he had blonde hair then dyed it black during his bad bitch running from the Jedi council phase (it's not a PHASE Revan...)

exile/meetra lineup. revan lineup.

[lucabyte]

transfem loop + siffrin... you agree

i does agree.... i does in fact ... write a 7k word essay on the subject..... if you would like to perhaps click that link and read it if you were not already aware...... kisses u on the forehead......... sorry its that long but i had to cover all of my bases you know how it is with textual analysis when you're trying to draw a distinction between "headcanon" and "reading of the text" because those are different things.... to meeeeeeee.......

[apriciticreveries]

@rockwgooglyeyes has inspired and motivated me to make a whole new oc from all their amazing characters soooo . .

introducing another possible new oc, asahi ! ( or asa ! )

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i would say she honestly has a much better chance of becoming a official character then cinnabar though ! im just not really sure of what i want with cinna right now and how i should expand on her, so im considering not including her as an actual character in s40 .

anyways, ill list asa’s information in a written down form here ! :

name : asahi ( asa )

birth date : 1111 ( nov 11, scorpio )

age : 19

id : 021102

body : 180cm / 68 kg

affiliation : 40th anakt garden

likes : yumi ( @rockwgooglyeyes ), simplicity, cloud watching, poetry

dislikes : loudness, incompetence, singing, heavy dependence ( some exceptions ), questions

special talent : matchmaking

one thing about the matchmaking that ill elaborate more on, is that although she enjoys doing it, she’s not very pushy about it . if someone has a different opinion or denies what she says, she’s fine with it . though you do have to pay for her services ( kinda like moran @geospiral ), with small things like candy and stuff .

although i don’t have many main parts of asa pinned down yet, ill have more in the future ! ill post some of this, though i will keep a lot more of it more secret so i can talk more about her when s40 comes !

id love to hear everyone’s thoughts and concepts of her if any of you have them !

[catinflight]

AYY Y.D.M AU STUFF YIPPIEE

Here's Ashley and bert, because why not (Sorry if it's low quality / things dont make sense or if there's any weird spelling mistakes, ect). It's late, and I'm Uber sleepy😭😭 ill try to elaborate more if asked)

Ashley is part of the main survivor group holed up somewhere (I haven't decided), along with most of the other none infected, she's doing her best to document and assist suna with scout work but sadly she doesn't have any actual weapons to help fight back (not yet atleast) so she mostly sticks to the sidelines. I'll probably use her journal entries to showcase more information about the au and the other survivors, but for now I'll just write down the basic stuff

Bert knows a lot more than he lets on. He was found a patrol team searching for resources around some vacant and priorly undiscovered set of underground facilities. he was nearly catatonic and refused to make direct eye contact with anyone. Since then, he has gotten better, though not by much. He picked up a few documents from the lab and since has been weirdly protective and fidgety with them since.

Aaaaaand now some good ending future goobers for funsies, because silly

Suna may seem relatively intact, but that's mostly because her armor took most of the brunt from attacks, though that doesn't mean she hasn't seen some stuff, but atleast she managed to create, somewhat of a cure, for the infection Though it can't help everyone, at least some people don't have to die, right?

Aki is kinda weird, because not only has he managed to recover from his infection without exposure to the cure, but he somehow managed to integrate it into his own systems, (think getting the cold, but instead of getting sick you mutate it and it gives you superpowers,) though that does come with the drawback of retaining minor symptoms and looking half meganized, this is mostly because Y.D.M (in severe infections) forces a robots system to work in its most extreme states, and for aki, thats when he's meganized, now he mainly focuses on helping suna with curing and reforming people. Suna isn't very fond of this, as she's seen aki takes it too far, often skipping days of sleep and forgetting to recharge while trying to help cure infected. At some extreme points, collapsing with exhaustion, thankfully suna is always keeping an eye on him.

And I would draw daini,

But uh, he kinda

Who knows maybe I will after all? I mean this is supposed to be the good ending right?

I'll nap on it and see what happens, though if I draw him, I'll have to draw skullman too, cus' yknow, LORE

Anyway, yeah, thank you for reading this small lore dump teehee (I'll draw more characters next time and have less text, I promise 😭😭)

[dukethomas]

duke? i know next to nothing about him and i'm curious <3

oh boy oh boy oh boy !!!!!!!! thank you for asking i love talking about duke

one aspect i love about them: i could list a million things rn but how about. this sense of personal responsibility that is both a strength and a vice for him but in a way unique to the "great power comes great responsibility" model of heroics. duke feels like he has this responsibility to better the world, he feels responsible for his loved ones and ppl he deems under his care, but not because he's uniquely special. instead he feels like it's something everyone owes the community. he monologues abt how you can make that choice, to choose to do good or inflict evil. he holds bruce to this personally--confronting him about using his amnesia to ignore his responsibilities as batman. he has the weight of the world on his shoulders and don't get me wrong he isolates himself like crazy and tries to tackle it all alone but it's because he believes this is just what everyone should be doing. he doesn't view himself as particularly special or powerful, this is just his job. his calling !!!

the rest of the answers under the cut bc i talked a lot

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: there's a lot of really obvious answers that i'm going to skip over bc they've been said to death. instead i think i'm going to say i wish ppl understood he's not like. the mentally healthy bat. when he's not doing so hot and crumbling under the weight he has put on his own shoulders he self isolates he gets snappy and bitchy and closed off he gets into fights he gets self destructive. he's allergic to asking for help. and also he is very frequently in a bad place because he's a teenager that's what they do + in comic time he goes through like. a traumatic event every month. his status quo is constantly changing because of the nature of comics but in universe that means the longest, most stable period he's had in a while is, like, the year he spent training with bruce wayne, inflictor of mental illnesses. come on now

one (or more) headcanons i have about this character: i will elaborate on this in a post sometime but i believe his powers are about potential. snyder lore posits that metahumans somehow are created by nth metal. proximity to nth metal sparks duke's powers in a snyder comic, and duke himself is a snyder creation, so i figure this implies duke has a unique connection to nth metal. which is where i believe his meta amplification comes from in batman and the signal, another snyder comic. maybe if i read more of the snyder lore than just the duke parts i'd understand it more.

regardless, this connection to the source of metahumans could mean a million things but in line with the themes in we are robin about choice, i think it indicates great potential in duke. also, in alternate futures for duke--tales from the dark multiverse & urban legends #8-9 outsiders story--his powers have increased substantially in different directions. in the dark multiverse, his first canonical powers are amplified so much he has to actively suppress them or else he. can't see. but also those powers fuel him with one key thing that leads him to be the last survivor of the multiverse, which is his hope. and then in urban legends, future duke is just a badass who is a powerful mage???? which is something duke becomes, once again, to survive the way the world becomes. taking from a canon example, ra's and ishmael are able to invert duke's powers entirely, giving him his umbrakinesis. literally what other meta can this happen to!! anyways, my headcanon is that because of his inherent connection to the source of metahumans, his great power lies in the potential to become whatever he needs to be to keep fighting the good fight. whatever he needs to be to keep trying to make the world better. i think in the canon timeline, where the future will never become desolate, where duke will never become so desperate, he won't need to unlock his full potential, and he wouldn't choose to, because he's not that kind of guy. but the potential simmers under his skin, waiting for when he does need it. when he chooses it.

one character i love seeing them interact with: how do i choose one. i'm going to speed run a bunch of them. cass & duke are genuinely such supportive sibs like they back each other up it's so nice to read!! my besties!!! bruce & duke is interesting in the way duke comes from the era where they start pushing the fanon batfamily more, and so you get a bruce that does seem more supportive, and it really is bruce's healthiest relationship w a mentee bc he 1) positively reinforces duke 2) has never beat him up nor tried to. low low bar. but you can still see. bruce harps on how duke's the future of heroism. how he is going to lead the way, how he's "something different." and he pushes duke, and trains duke personally and assigns him day shift and puts him on the outsiders. and duke feeds into that by insisting the mission IS bruce's responsibility. they make each other worse is what i'm saying. jeff & duke are fun for opposite reasons, because jeff believes in duke just as much but also can intervene and stop duke when needed. just a nice positive relationship with an authority figure for duke it's nice :D

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: pipe dream. renee. i have a very self indulgent au draft where duke becomes renee's mentee instead through sheer stubborn force of will and she is so annoyed with him all the time and also after the 5th or 6th time this teenager tracks you down as you work various cases you get a little fond. she'd never say that to him though are you kidding he'd get worse and more annoying. mainline renee and duke could have a fun detective story as well i think as two ppl with very different ways of operating who use their individual strengths to solve the mystery and also throws in juxtaposition of the ways their depressions manifest in there or smth. my other answer that doesn't throw my 2 dc faves together is duke meets anissa and jen pierce i think that could be fun!! jeff introduces them and then regrets it. also i wish damian and duke talked more after robin war the post-robin war dynamic that lives in my brain is great

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: going to keep this one short bc i've said so much already. i headcanon the narrows as a large neighborhood in gotham and park row/crime alley as a smaller, really well-known part of that neighborhood, to avoid having 2 worst neighborhoods in gotham. anyways this means jason and duke grew up in the same neighborhood and oh boy do they rip each other a new one for that. half the time their convos are incomprehensible to non-narrows residents bc it's just insults from coming from opposite sides of the neighborhood and those insults are very narrows-specific. jason texts duke during the climax battle in batman and the signal and goes "how tf did you let narrows go to shit your first day. i wouldn't have let this happen. crime alley kids are just built different ig"

[mayordea]

MORGAN HEADCANON POST!!!

so i have posted my elaborate “the robins are separate entities and siblings” headcanons and i think i’ve said too many damn times that i wanna extend a similar headcanon post for morgan and now it is TIME!!

(im also a lot less nervous sharing this time teehee)

more info about the guys under the cut :]

morgan

the girl one

robin’s adopted daughter. parents died after grima goes bananas and robin decided to take her under his wing. i like to think robin held out a little longer than the rest of the shepherds once the apocalypse started so he was able to teach morgan what he knew. plus she self taught herself magic and tactics using his notes even when he’s dead

can be blunt, hates being the butt of the joke, but has a pretty dry and witty sense of humor. sometimes clashes with lucina’s inability to pick up on jokes

since she was a kid when grima goes bad, she is the oldest among the second gen. older than lucina by a few years perhaps

has a close sisterly relationship with lucina. she and lucina sort of reflect robin and chrom’s relationship in the group, with the exalted leader having a wise magic man by their side. given the situation in their family tree (though morgan is adopted, she is still lucina’s cousin) i’d refrain from defining it as anything romantic (besides i hc lucina to be aroace anyway. queerplatonic relationship, perchance)

since morgan was only able to cross paths with lucina and the rest of the second-gen shepherds through her adoption from robin, it is unlikely that she will meet lucina in the good future or at least have the same very close relationship with lucina since she’ll be raised by her bio parents. (one may argue that none of the second-gen shepherds will meet or form a close band without the backdrop of acopalyptic bonding in the good timeline, but the point is that morgan will live a significantly different upbringing if the grima threat is taken care of). lucina sometimes worries about this possibility, but morgan’s conviction to change the future for the better is stronger than this uncertainty. this conviction was also probably inspired by lucina’s drive to change fate

ngl this is all i have unfortunately 😭 but i do wanna work with her more, especially her relationship with lucina

marc

the boy one

chrom and reflect (girl robin)’s son from… a different future. he does not hail from the same doomed timeline as lucina and the rest of the kiddos. instead, he’s from a timeline where grima was vanquished with the falchion (keeping reflect/the vessel alive). he was born shortly after the war ended (though in actuality he’s born after chrom and friends leave smash bros but that’s a whole other can of worms)

the youngest of the future kids

due to his unawareness of the apocalyptic future and grima in general, he has a much more jovial attitude compared to the rest of the kids

brash and a bit of a jock

has a little bit of aptitude in magic from his mom, but he has no interest in actually touching a book

lucina (and the rest of the kids) were confused about this guy’s existence and why he was sent to the past but they embrace him as one of their own anyway (he still doesn’t really know what’s going on)

tbh i have even less going on with him, but i think exploring the silly sibling dynamic he’ll have with lucina should be fun in future projects

his design is kinda messy atm, i do not know if ill fully settle on the one here idk

OH and lastly: his mark of the exalt has not surfaced yet at his age, but i think it’ll appear on either the back of his right hand (like the defile brand) or on his upper back (jojo reference). or maybe even in his right eye like inigo (but that sorta feels like his thing so i don’t wanna rip it off lmao)

anyway that’s it!! i’m kinda pressed for time rn but i wanted to get this out before i forgot lmao!! will edit if needed ough

[scandalouslamb]

weird somehow i ended up yapping in ur inbox again

anyway. on my drive home i got to thinking about your boy max and what he might have been like as a president before the rebellion. (and i might just be misremembering so if i am just delete this and save me the humiliation) i was wondering if you had any thoughts to spare?

also on a somewhat related note- what do you think his childhood was like? (which is probably a weird question but i feel like your blog is a safe space to dissect the ravinstills)

I always love to talk about my good friend Max! What a guy! I hope you all understand that I know he's awful!

Anyway, thanks for the ask! You're always welcome here! I got pretty out of control while rambling, so if you want me to elaborate on something just ask!

I mention this in Si Deleamini, Deleamur, but the Ravinstills got on the wrong side of the presidential administration before Max's and his family basically got decimated (kind of like what's going to happen in the future *gunshot*)

As I offhandedly mentioned in the same fic, Max', Albanus (his brother), and their mother got to live because their mother was related to the secretary of health.

Max is the older brother so he feels a lot of responsibility towards Albanus.

Max also kind of idealizes his brother even before he dies of an illness after Max becomes president. To Max, Albanus is this sweet kid who doesn't understand the harsh realities of the world, but the truth it that Albanus does! And what he doesn't understand, he probably could! But Max just thinks it's his duty to not get Albanus involved too much which damages their relationship (Max will do the same thing to Felix)

I do like to imagine parallels between Felix and his grandfather, so Max isn't totally making things up when he's seeing similarities between the two. He's just also not seeing either of them clearly.

The time that Max grew up in was pretty tumultuous with politics happening (in the form of violence) in the streets or in the Districts through proxies. I imagine this sparked him to want to kind of tame that chaos (the answer... backdoor politics and assassination? max... please....)

He's internally angry and resentful and his origins kind of parallel a certain Coriolanus Snow in that his family has had a fall from grace

They aren't financially struggling (although they've lost money) but the drop in influence and standing is frustrating

During his Academy years, he meets Volumnia, and they match each other's freak a little too well

He has ideas for control and power, and everything he says is proving her right about the world: humans are selfish and savage

I imagine Gaul being from a less influential family (in my hc) means he doesn't feel threatened by her as he would others and that is why he lets her be his actual friend (this will carry on into their adulthood with the more fucked up, she needs him to exert power.)

Max has a face/presence that makes you think he's judging you. His classmates saw him as levelheaded and smart, but his stoic face had them jumping to conclusions that they were wrong about something

He likes watching them squirm trying to correct themselves when they are already right <- Volumnia sees through him and is immediately like 'oh? he's just like me for real!'

His rise to power was rife with murder as well. Volumnia thinks it's a great way to amass power! Albanus thinks it's about revenge and while a little disturbed lets it slide. They are both equally right about what it's about for Max.

Pre-Rebellion, I don't think he's a great guy (but at least not complicit in sending 23 children to their deaths every year? the bar is in hell)

Max runs the country like he accidentally runs his family by being emotionally unavailable and having people clamoring for his attention. (this applies pre and post rebellion to me, but post rebellion Max is also just... tired)

Like... I imagine that unlike Snow who kills off his competition (which Max does for sure too but directly? only if they've done something or are caught red-handed about to do something.) He avoids really having competition by having potential rivals in competition amongst themselves

He bestows political favor readily to someone and then stops and does it to someone else. These two will be in competition trying to outperform each other (yields good results and if they get too distracted by each other than Max will find some other person to replace both). If one succeeds so much that they may challenge Max politically, well... usually the other one will take care of it before Max gets his hands dirty.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

remember it once - chapter two

Fandom: The Artful Dodger Pairing: Jack x Belle Rating: T (will change) Chapter: 2 / 7 Word Count: 2894

For today's @dodgerfoxweek prompt: family/fighting

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She’s been told she’s going to England, which is obviously unacceptable, but without a husband it’s her father who has the final say, and with how her particular father cedes to her mother on all things… Well. Belle’s going to England.

This will be a trip of months, possibly a year. The sea voyage alone will fill most of that time, and who knows what excuses to extend their stay her mother may come up with once there? Of course, she’s sworn they won’t be away any longer than is completely necessary, as she meets with officials on her husband’s behalf (she is certain to be underestimated, Belle knows, and therefore all the more likely to succeed in her aims). Belle is aware of the dual forces tugging at her mother: what she could accomplish if she went and what mess she would prevent her husband from making of the colony if she stayed. For Belle, it is all loss; the thought of being without Jack, especially now they are engaged (secretly), is intolerable.

But her mother requires a companion, and Fanny is awful on boats.

If Belle does this with her mother, she will not be trotted around to society events when they arrive. Not made to sit in airless parlours with the dry mothers of eligible men. Not trussed into elaborate gowns and wedged into tight shoes for balls where she won’t know the steps to any of the dances. Nothing like flirting or courting or coy blushes behind a feathered fan. Her mother will spare her these things, if she goes. She even implies that Belle will be allowed to have a say in her own future when they return. The sourness around her mouth implies more: that her mother thinks of her marriage—that her mother thinks of Jack. She won’t go so far as to give her blessing to the match now, instead emphasizing that Belle will be permitted to make up her own mind when the time comes. No fool, Belle would bet their estate that her mother is simply hoping she’ll see and do enough to change her mind about Jack, to forget the unrefined surgeon from the colony when she finds herself deposited on the streets of London. When she has her head turned, not by a dashing young gentleman or a fashionable dress in a shop window, but by access to the hospitals her mother has promised to secure her entry to.

Belle feels guilty about this. She struggles with the selfishness, but it will not only be her mind she’ll be broadening; she will learn things she can bring back here. Doesn’t all of the medical literature she reads come from abroad, mainly from England? Isn’t that where the surgeries she longs to replicate are being performed? She imagines being able to actually observe a groundbreaking procedure as it happens rather than reading about it months or years later in a publication whose pages will always be slightly swollen from the dampness of being transported by ship. To be able to help people with what she discovers. To be able to tell Jack—

It's difficult. She knows his protestations, no need for him to voice them. Setting sentiment to one side, he will argue that she’s still recovering, could experience unforeseen complications, should remain where he can care for her. She will counter that it is not his job to be her constant caregiver, and with his responsibilities at the hospital, who is the next best person to monitor her? Herself. She will have herself to attend to herself all that time. Once in England, there will be other doctors. None of them will be Jack, but Belle doesn’t plan to fall ill anyway, so it’s inconsequential!

She still needs to inform him though. Without any real choice, her mind is made up for her; all she’s doing is seeking out the bright spots in the coming year, like studying the night sky, so much blackness between stars.

“What is it?” Jack asks again.

He is far too observant, eyes scanning Belle’s face as though for signs of disease.

“Awh, she’ll tell you in her own time,” Fagin assures him, directing a kindly, oddly paternal smile Belle’s way. “No secrets betwixt the two of you, eh? Not once you’ve seen someone’s gushing innards.”

“I don’t believe I asked for your opinion.”

“That’s alright, Dodge. I don’t mind givin’ it.”

Their bickering soothes her. Though her relationship with the people who raised her is significantly less complex than Jack’s is with Fagin, she’s jealous of their undisguised messiness. What must it be like to talk? To openly contradict one another? To recognize each other’s strengths as vocally as their flaws?

“And here you are, my dear,” Fagin says. With a little bow, he presents the sword he’s brought for her to practice with. “Nice, eh? Lovely balance.”

Belle eyes him shrewdly, but slides her fingers around the handle, feeling the weight.

“Where did you get it?” she inquires.

“No,” Jack cuts in, pointing a finger in Fagin’s face. “You will not tell Lady Belle about how you stole this sword off some navy vessel while its owner was sleeping or some nonsense.”

“Now you’ve let the bees out of the bag!” Fagin admonishes. “Spoiled the story completely. No flair, no details. Try tendin’ to your imagination, Doctor, lest it wither and die. Anyway,” he says, turning to Belle, “never mind that. I bought it fair as you please with me hard-earned gains.”

“A blatant lie then, is it?” Belle checks dryly. “I think I would’ve preferred no answer at all.”

“Forgive me, milady, but that does smart. I think you are aware that I recently… came into a modest fortune.”

Belle has to smile.

“Yes, and I don’t believe you’d spend a shilling of it on something you could steal instead.”

Fagin smiles back proudly.

“Like a daughter to me, she is, Dodge,” he announces.

She doesn’t know why she’s blushing, because she and Jack actually are betrothed, but it feels so indecorous to be teased. A sideways glance at her fiancé reveals him to be equally flustered, going pink along the top of his ears.

“Thank you for the sword, Fagin,” Jack says—a clear dismissal.

“Fine, Dodge, fine. Nighty-night, Fancy Skirt.”

Resting the point of the blade on the floorboards, Belle watches Fagin amble out of the operating theatre. Aside from the overfamiliar nickname (not that she minds), it’s a fitting farewell. It is nearly three o’clock in the morning.

Belle chose this place for its spaciousness, having seen Jack practice his swordsmanship in here before the ill-conceived duel with Sneed. The time was Jack’s insistence. Apparently, the smaller the hours, the fewer the emergencies. Anyone ill prefers to see how they fare in their own bed, anyone prone to taking dangerous chances usually does so during daylight, anyone drunk will already have suffered their foolish, preventable accident by this time of night. Belle hasn’t had a guard watching her staircase since the surgery, so it was quite easy to slip away—just as easy as keeping herself awake, with the news she hasn’t yet gathered the courage to impart jerking her heart on puppet’s strings.

“Just like I showed you without the sword,” Jack counsels.

Belle raises the weapon and he motions her forward and back, watching the sway of her skirt to interpret her footwork.

“Good, yes, more bend at the elbow.”

She adjusts, and he nods.

“It’s beginning to feel almost natural,” she notes.

“That’s good, Belle.”

Amazing how easy it is to feel perfectly comfortable with a weapon in one’s hand, Belle thinks. Also, how convenient it would be at dinner to impale a bit of roast or a piece of cheese off a tray at the far end of the table. If men hadn’t been hogging the sword for purposes martial and ceremonial, they might have been put to various domestic uses ages ago.

“When might I get to stab you?” He’s standing off to the side of her path, so when she lunges, thrusting the sword into empty air, he’s in no danger. She straightens and beams at him. “Not in earnest, of course.”

Jack gives her an extremely cautious, assessing look.

“Not yet, as I’m confident you’re at a stage to do me far more damage by accident than you might on purpose.”

“That’s not very generous of you,” she protests. “I’m sure I was much more encouraging towards your efforts at archery.”

“Crushingly truthful, in fact.”

“Ah. Yes, I do recall that now, actually,” Belle allows. She gives the sword a low swish that just misses her skirt. Woops.

“You will progress,” Jack promises, offering a reassuring smile even as he approaches and takes the sword from her hand. “We’ll keep practicing. I have ten years on you, remember? You have time to improve, and I’ll help you, if you really wish to learn. Maybe we can spar with broomsticks or something. And, naturally, once you’re healed, you’ll have more energy to—”

“I’m going away,” she blurts, before he can say anymore. His relaxed expression stiffens. “B-but maybe another time or two before I go?”

“Where are you going?”

“Certainly when I return we’ll resume,” Belle presses on, ignoring his question. “On the bright side, if I don’t learn much before I go, there won’t be much for me to—”

The sword clangs against the operating table as Jack sets it aside. Her face is suddenly in his hands and he’s forcing her to look at him.

“Where, Belle?”

Her eyes flood until she blinks out tears that Jack’s clutching fingers prevent from rolling down her cheeks.

“England.”

Jack’s shaking his head, frowning.

“But that’s… and both ways? Belle, that’s months—that could be years! Why—”

“It wasn’t my decision! My mother…”

“And you couldn’t have bloody fought her on it?” he demands, throwing his hands up. “You tell me I’m wrong every single day!”

She rolls her lips together, dabs the bottom of her nose with the back of her hand.

“I know it feels like this is the end of the world—”

“No. No. No, Belle, it doesn’t.” Jack, hands on his hips, shakes his head once more. “I know the end of the world. This colony feels like it’s at the very end of the world, and you know what? I like it here. I get to be who I want to be here. That made me happy enough, but then we met, and you’ve let me promise myself to you.”

“I know. I know.” Belle’s weeping now, almost trembling because she can tell Jack isn’t angry—he’s desperately hurt. There’s a glisten in his dark eyes like stars reflecting in a pail of water. The fact that he’s letting her see it is proof of how much he loves her, what she’ll be leaving at the dock when she boards the ship for England.

“You’ll—”

“No.”

“Someone else—”

“No.” She shakes her head hard, gripping his arms, gripping his hands, gripping his waistcoat as she pushes up, kissing him hard with closed lips. Against her will, her mouth opens to free a sob, and then Jack’s kissing her back, wet with thick throats and slick tongues and tears that fall from two sets of eyes. It’s a mess.

Jack grabs her wrists, transferring her hold to the back of his neck and taking her waist in his hands as he walks her back into the wall of the operating theatre. Not a shove, not a slam, nothing in his actions that forgets that she has been fragile, that caring for her is paramount, and still, there is his candid need.

“I love you, Belle Fox,” he gasps between kisses.

“All of England could not amount to what you are worth to me,” she says urgently, truthfully.

And then she stops trying to prove anything with words. She draws Jack as close as she can, contending with the curve of her skirt. His fingers plunge into her hair; she wore it half-down, but his nimble fingers ferret out the pins that hold the rest and it’s suddenly heavier on her shoulders, thicker where it falls around her face, until Jack scrapes through it, clutching her hair in his hands. A slight tug where he bunches her hair at the nape of her neck has her chin tilting up into his. His tongue is in her mouth, his body crowding as close as he can get, and she needs, she needs…

Belle’s fingers tear blindly at his scarf, already loose. The buttons of Jack’s waistcoat obey even her fumbling hands, and then his fingers join hers on the buttons of his shirt. A rapid, twisting dance, like a pollen-drunk bee on a cluster of flowers. They barely finish before he’s reaching for her, and Belle’s breath catches because she’s never seen this haste in him. When they… that morning… against the sheets that had held them through the night… Jack was keen but patient, certain but savouring. He undressed her by centimeters, moved so slowly she felt she might cry with the sensation of experiencing his every intention as it flowed from his mind into the fingers that trailed along her skin. The way he now wrenches the tucked blouse from the waist of her skirt and unfastens it like someone’s timing him is wholly different. And delicious. Belle’s head falls back against the wall. She’s panting, heart thumping joyously, lungs expanding, and Jack’s mouth drops to the swell of her breasts above her corset and chemise. She moans.

She puts a hand on his bare chest and feels his own galloping heart. She knows he will worry, that he will suffer because of the severe intervention he had to take to save her life, and she’s grateful to be leaving a healthy man behind her. He could still die. He could engage in more ill-advised gambling. Drown in the harbour. Get bitten by something venomous. Anger any one of numerous people in this colony who seem perfectly capable of and interested in doing him harm. Belle tries to refocus. Jack’s kissing up her neck, his hands where his mouth has recently been. He is so obviously a doctor; his touch betrays a love of the human body. Hers. Her.

“Don’t leave,” he requests dangerously, lips persuasive beneath her jaw. Belle’s eyelids flutter with the pleasure.

“Nothing will change.”

“I won’t be able to do this.” Jack kisses her throat some more, slips his hand inside her blouse to caress her waist over her corset. Promising more. Always promising her more.

“What I meant is that I will love you just as much,” she says. “I will think of you just as often. When we are next together, we will be married. Is that not worth waiting for?”

Jack lifts his head, smooths her hair back from her face.

“The wait’s just so much easier to bear when I know you’ll be by the hospital to bother me twenty times a day.”

“Is that what I do?”

“You are a complete nuisance.” He sighs, smiling sadly. “And I don’t know how I’m going to get a damn thing done without you.”

“Take comfort in the knowledge that you were competent before I ever interfered.”

“Merely competent?”

“That assessment shouldn’t wound you too much,” Belle points out, “coming from a common nuisance.”

Jack holds up a finger.

“Now, I never said common.” She gives him a look that says this is not good enough, that she’s waiting. “You are so beautiful,” he says, softly, the humour leaving his expression and tone, “that I would sail to England to bring you back.”

“Because I am beautiful?” Belle asks doubtfully. “That seems rather extreme.”

“Ever heard of Helen of Troy?” He makes a face like he is irrefutably correct, and, god, will she miss him.

So she doesn’t start crying again, Belle clears her throat, glances down at his open shirt.

“We can’t, um, go any further.”

He follows her gaze.

“I believe this was largely your handiwork.”

“If I’m to go… when I go, there can’t be any chance that…” Belle’s eyes drop to her own torso, the flat stomach concealed by her clothing.

“It’s quite enough to lose you to England,” he says in acquiescence.

“I’m coming back,” she says, as he begins to right her garments first.

“I know you are”—his eyes are on her placket, slipping small white buttons back through their holes—“because I’m coming to retrieve you if you don’t, as I said.”

“Don’t even say that in jest.”

He doesn’t respond.

“Jack,” Belle says, firmer. “I will return to Australia. You can’t come to England; you’re a wanted man.”

“It wouldn’t be thoughtless, but I would if I had to. If you needed me to. I would get on a ship for you.” He meets her gaze. “You’ve seen what I would risk for you. That I would get arrested for you. That I would be imprisoned for you. It can hardly be a surprise that I would die for you as well.”

Her heart gives a kangaroo’s hop.

“I don’t know that I can just accept that.”

Jack grins.

“Take all the time you need. It’s a long way to England.”

[missr3n3]

Okay so now you have to end every ct theory/speculation post with "but hey thats just a theory... A CABIN TALES THEORY" /silly

But speaking of ct what's ur predictions for the three new eps we may be seeing soon?

bruh ill forget to do that so fast 💀

anyway, there's not much i can predict bc we know basically nothing about the upcoming episodes, but here's some completely baseless speculation:

atlas: either this could be our second ever episode set in the future with an alien/dead space kind of vibe, or it could potentially be set in the past during the original space race of the 50s n 60s. either way an astronaut will certainly end up irrevocably fucked up lol (basing this off of the teaser picture of an astronaut the twitter account posted)

happy forever: either it's a straight-up sequel to happy anniversary showing how much more the situation has deteriorated (meaning the "i don't know how i became this" quote could be sarah lamenting how she's had to contend with peter's desires). or it could have a similar vibe as 2.5 and elaborate on peter's backstory, possibly after he ends up institutionalized because of what he did to sarah (meaning the same quote could come from him trying to figure out why he's so fucked in the head). or it could be an ep from richard's perspective for all i know lol

davy jones' locker: i'm literally making this up on the spot but possibly the sailor's backstory? if my theory abt the sailor being a possessed human is correct then perhaps this explains how that happened

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

So, I saw a post from ao3commentoftheday about talking to mulitshippers for more works with your rare pair tag, and I would love to elaborate on mine.

My two very rare pairs at the moment are Marvel MCU based: Ancient One/Kaecilius and Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange. Allow me to introduce to the reasons I like these.

The Ancient One is a very underrated character without a lot of backstory! But we DO know she lived a very long life, and no one really knew her. We can easily assume this long life was lonely and hard. That she definitely lost everyone she ever knew and loved through illness, injury, and old age. Mordo stated that he didn't know much about her, that no one did.

I like giving her Kaecilius as a partner because he can relate. They cut it from the movies, so he seems like a stereotypical power-hungry villain, but he did the things he did because his son, and then his wife, both died, and he just wanted them back. He understands what it is to lose the people you love. His robes are also the ONLY ones we see in the movies that are the same color as TAO's, which indicates that they were equals in rank. So, no power imbalance to worry about if people are going to take it to that. No teacher taking advantage of her student. Maybe they aren't in it in for the long-haul, it isn't a deep all-consuming love, but they at least get an equal and someone who understands their pain out of the relationship. There are also many indications that they knew each other well before the rift between them. Now, that doesn't always mean a romantic relationship, but fandoms have shipped for less.

Bonus: TAO was confirmed to have seen the future, so she knew what would happen, but she chooses Kaecilius anyway, so they can both be happy and have companionship, at least for a short while. You get a doomed-by-the-narrative couple. Or an AU where they can find peace and healing in each other and find happiness again.

Moving on to Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange.

I will be honest that I only know Tony and Pepper's relationship from the Avengers movies, as I haven't been able to watch the Iron Man movies, but I really like what I've seen.

Stephen is one of my favorite Marvel characters. He and Tony are similar in ways. Rich jerks whose lives get upended by devastating injuries. They have a lot in common they can bond over. And in Infinity War, we know Stephen saw 14,000,605 futures and only saw where they won. But we don't know what he considered winning, really. There could have been others where they 'won'. But Stephen is a doctor. We see him time and time again reference his oath to do no harm. He became a surgeon to save lives, and his own above all others. Tony reversing what Thanos had done and most everyone living could have been what he saw... But he didn't give the Time Stone up to Thanos immediately despite only seeing one future. He only did it when Thanos was killing Tony. The fandom has certainly latched onto this potential.

BUT what about Pepper? She and Tony survived rough times together, their relationship survived it. They are very much partners and in love. The fandom usually just casts Pepper aside with no explanation (did she die in the battle? Die giving birth? Did they get divorced? We don't know). She already loves Tony. She clearly cares for the people he cares about. So, if he cares about Stephen, it's not much of a stretch to say that she would care about him too. Plus, given the fact she loves Tony despite his less-than-pretty-history, she could totally love Stephen! From what I've seen, she is a caring person. Stephen saved Tony, which would at least get her to talk to him. He doesn't have many people. Things can go from there.

Why are we wasting a perfectly good F/M/M ship just so it's a traditional two-person couple? Why can't Morgan and Peter have THREE amazing parents who can teach them tech and magic? Why can't these three battle scarred people find love together?

That is my TED talk on my rare pairs. Thank you!

[fizzycherrycola]

PrUK / FrUK Historical Fluff [PART 8]

As a gift from France, England receives a pair of tickets to a spectacular exhibition in Paris. He decides to bring Canada along to the event and they explore the wonderous inventions amidst the backdrop of the Industrial Revolution.

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Industry and Grandeur - Chapter 8

England’s brass timepiece ticks softly, and yet, the page before him is still bare.

By now, a report to Queen Victoria detailing the day’s events should have been completed, or at least drafted. Instead, the pen and inkwell sit untouched.

Darkness hangs gently around the soft edges of the apartment’s lamps. They hiss quietly, expending their gas for pale, sleepy light. England’s head rests upon the writing desk. Its mahogany wood has grown warm against his temple, so he shifts, rolling his head to the other side and finding a cooler spot to soothe his skull. His eyes scan the room in a vain attempt at distraction.

Crown moulding and embellished panels decorate the walls, accented by long, flowing drapes and elegant, upholstered furniture. This hotel room is much more luxurious than the coaching inns and taverns which once populated the city. Dwindling family-run businesses cannot compete with four-storeyed arcade towers, private bathrooms, high windows, and elaborate carpets. This, too, is another sign of progress – an exemplar of the ever-changing future.

England grimaces.

A vision of that blasted lipstick smudge appears in his mind’s eye. Must they discuss it? Canada has been alive for centuries and based on tonight’s events, he obviously knows how courtship works. If England broached the subject, what would they possibly talk about? Christ, he would rather not. It would save them both the embarrassment. And were things to progress towards their... natural conclusion... there would be no consequences beyond a petty scandal anyway. Besides, with their kind, fathering children is impossible. No, damn the lipstick; that is not the real concern!

The crux of the matter is... adulthood.

England shuts his eyes. Head throbbing, his mind drifts to the early months of 1813, when American raids harassed communities along the St. Lawrence River. It was just after a war meeting; while the men filed out into the cold, Canada lingered behind, wearing a sour expression on his pimpled, boyish face. England was prepared for another mild disagreement, because he had initially forbidden the boy from fighting. Their quarrel happened as expected, but instead of backing down, Canada insisted, saying: ‘This is my home. These are my people. Let me defend them.’

Noticeably, he did not say ‘our people’, and that simple change made all the difference in the world. A rare spark of something burst from behind Canada’s passive demeanour that day. He stood, straight-backed with a steady fire behind his young eyes and England could not find the words to make that spirit disappear. So, he relented, putting one of his spare uniforms on the boy’s shoulders and a rifle in his hands.

As Canada was an inch or two shorter than England then, the jacket hung loose on his smaller frame, but even so, he gave his thanks. England should have recognised those actions for what they were, but he did not. Maybe it was the plethora of stressors plaguing his mind at the time, from Napoleon to America, or some other unconscious snare. Regardless of what ailed him, he later dismissed Canada’s attitude as a rare ill temper, when of course, it was not.

It was a declaration of identity, maturity, and self-reliance. Underneath his kindly demeanour, Canada was already a grown man.

“Your people,” England murmurs to the empty room. He sits up, joints creaking from the erosion of centuries, and sighs, dragging his hands over his face.

Presently, it is the spring of 1844 – just shy of seventy-one years since everything fell apart with his former ward, America. England registers a familiar cramp in his stomach and fails to shut it out of his mind.

Through the gaps in his fingers, his eyes drift to the page. Never mind the Queen; he will write to her later. Firstly, he must sort out this neglected thing with Canada, because England cannot get anything else done until he does. What to say, though? Every book that covers respectable letter-writing offers similar advice: to speak from the heart and with only the best intentions. But what the best intentions are, England cannot often deduce, and from the twisting knot in his abdomen, he can almost feel any good will being strangled by apprehension. What if Canada turns out the same as his brother? What if everything crumbles all over again?

England has no idea how others do it. How on earth can one be laissez-faire about such things? Recalling Prussia, England remembers his words:

‘I haven’t made any plans at all!’ he declared today, followed by: ‘This is different from a campaign. I’m raising a young man!’

Is it not better to have a strict plan? One that instils good morals, loyalty, and obedience? But... if that were the proper method, England would still be on speaking terms with America. Proper speaking terms, and not the low-contact charade they have going, where discussions are sapped of emotion and only occur out of necessity. Their last correspondence involved settling a trade dispute, and letters were addressed with cold formality. ‘To whom it concerns’ is how America begins most messages he now sends across the Atlantic.

No, the old methods will only yield old results. England sighs. He takes his pen, dips it in the inkwell, and brings it to the paper.

With no memories of his mother and paltry examples from his brothers, how can he be a proper guardian without any role models to imitate? Only briefly did he ever catch snippets of family life from the humans he knew. The parents and keepers were never perfect, but plenty far exceeded others. Successful households seemed happy, close-knit, and loyal to one another.

‘I suppose... I’m striving to let him grow up – to keep him happy and healthy.’ Prussia was beaming when he said that.

England hesitates, heart wavering behind his ribs. Then, he starts writing. The words come slowly at first, trickling out of him like a thawing river on the edge of spring. Then they build momentum, flowing steadily; he writes and the pen scratches away. His brass timepiece ticks, interrupted occasionally by whispers of the world around him. Low murmurs of conversation in the room below. A footstep or two from the apartment above.

Beyond that, there is little else. Outside, the world has begun to quiet and his hotel windows that overlook the Tuileries Garden vanish. The universe shrinks down to his singular hotel room and the ink characters that carve emotion out of pulp.

It is near midnight when he finishes the statement and checks it over. It reads less like a speech and more like a letter. Perhaps that is preferable. With a flick of his wrist, he signs it as such and considers slipping it under Canada’s door. However, that would be quite cowardly.

He gets up and drags the chair aside, wood scraping against wood, and winces at the sound. Then he exits his hotel room to invade the narrow hallway space in front of Canada’s door, pausing before it. Deliberately, England smooths his frown into something normal and placid, clamping down on his final doubts. When ready, he finally knocks and waits for an answer.

For a while, there is nothing.

England’s loose fist hesitates in mid-air. Should he knock again? Perhaps Canada is asleep. Yes, that is probably a reasonable assumption. Throat dry, England swallows. It would not be terrible to have this discussion another time; after all, he has written down his thoughts, so the hardest work is done. Still....

Then, the creaking floorboards come to life, and a latch clicks open.

“Um... hello,” Canada mumbles, peeking his blonde head through the door.

England coughs. “Canada, I was hoping... erm.... Might I have a word?”

Canada slouches and his gaze slips to the ground. Silently, he steps aside and opens the door further. England enters, fingers fidgeting with the pages and pointedly avoiding eye contact.

“Um,” Canada says. “Are you upset with me?”

England halts. Then, he turns and gapes at his ward.

“Whatever for?”

Canada shrugs. “For trying to hide the truth? About the actress?”

“Ah, right. That.” England sighs. “No, I’m not cross.”

“Really?”

“Really. Just don’t let it happen again.”

Canada's neck droops lower, making him look very much like a scolded dog. England blinks, realising his awful phrasing. “Omitting the truth, I mean! Not the other thing. Don’t tell half-lies, of course. Be sure you don’t do that. But as for meeting with the actress, that’s... well, it doesn’t need to be explained in detail. Just be sure you.... Erm.”

He stops talking. Screwing his eyes shut, England mentally curses himself with every colourful phrase he can imagine. Which, after centuries of living with his brothers, is quite a multitude. He takes a steady breath, exhaling slowly, and opens his eyes. “It’s fine.”

Canada is staring, wide-eyed and owlish. “Okay.”

“Shall we have a seat?” England strains, gesturing to the small yet posh sitting area.

They shuffle to the sofas and sit opposite one another, and England finds the patterned cushions to be much stiffer than they appear. He thumbs through the pages in his lap. “You’re not in any trouble,” he manages, “but I’ve written something down that I think you should hear. And after I’ve read it, we can... have a chat about it. Is that all right?”

Canada arches an eyebrow, but he leans in, the tension melting from his frame. He nods.

“Okay.”

England sighs and glances over his handwriting once more. Iron weights burden his shoulders and lead settles in his shoes. This is about as comfortable an atmosphere as he can hope for. All that is left is to push through to the end, come what may.

He clears his throat and silently promises himself that he will not murmur or mumble his next words.

~~~

Author’s Notes

Before modern hotels, it was common for travellers to stay at coaching inns. These were small establishments with fewer rooms where you could sleep overnight while lodging your horses. They fell out of style in the 1800’s as the luxurious yet accessible hotels replaced them. Our characters are meant to be staying at Le Meurice, a hotel built in 1835 which overlooked the Tuileries Garden.

During the War of 1812, Britain’s attention was divided between fighting Napoleon’s armies in Europe and defending its North American territories.

As mentioned in my notes on Chapter 2, the War of 1812 was very important in forming the Canadian identity, including the idea that civilian soldiers were largely responsible for repelling the American invaders.

While it’s true that trade resumed between the USA and Britain after the American Revolution, the relationship was rocky for a long time, flipping between tepid and disruptive depending on numerous factors. Examples include: The Jay Treaty (1793), the War of 1812, the Caroline affair (1837), and several territorial disputes.

Many guides about proper letter writing were published in Victorian times. Often, they’d simultaneously advise to write with absolute feeling and be cautious about saying too much, or saying the wrong things. It was a difficult balancing act, to be sure.

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[01zfan]

hi! this isnt a request more of just something i noticed and i just wanted to directly tell you :)

lemme start by saying i absolutely ADORE your stories and your writing, they're always a treat! i normally read stories of my biases but you have made me read every single riize fic you have put out 😭 it's that srs for me 💀

anyways i digress, the real reason i wanted to send this because your fics always get me so immersed (lmaooo) however, i feel like with some of the smut scenes i can get kind of lost with the positioning? again im not saying this with any ill/malicious intent at all so i deeply apologize if it comes off that way whatsoever!! but in ur recent volleyball taro fic and the eunseok baby daddy one, i feel like i was kinda lost with some of the positioning so it snapped me out of that trance-like state i find myself in whenever i read your fics 😵‍💫 i just wanted to lyk!! keep doing what you do bc ur mind is so powerful like omg... i will be here for every fic every step of the way 🫡

omg i don’t take this maliciously at all i actually really appreciate you telling me this😭 sometimes i have wondered if it’s difficult to follow the positioning and stuff so now i know! i think my issue is that i try to elaborate too much because it feels kinda crude (to me) to just type out the position😭 i’m gonna find a way around this i’ll try to be clearer with future sex scenes positioning🫡

thank you for letting me know seriously! i really do welcome constructive feedback because i truly do want to try becoming a better writer while on this site! also thank you for reading everything i post I’M SO GRATEFULL🕺🫂

also if this helps the eunseok fic they are spooning while having sex with the reader as the little spoon and in the shotaro fic the reader is sitting in his lap and facing him!

[amyintherapy]

Big T Versus Little T Traumas

Thought I'd share what stuck out to me most from my therapy appointment a few days ago.

I continue to process childhood trauma, and at one point in this session I had brought up a time where I was blatantly emotionally abandoned when I was in very clear emotional crisis. I was around 14 at the time of this memory.

And my T asked if I remembered anything I thought or felt about this experience, if it was surprising or shocking, hurtful, if it made me angry, etc. I didn't really remember specifics like that, and told my therapist that. But then also elaborated by saying that I didn't think it could have been particularly shocking, as it was a pattern for my mom by that point. I then listed four or five other instances of very blatant neglect when I was in a crisis. Like, your kid is metaphorically on fire, and the parents say nothing and do nothing and just pretend it didn't happen, sort of situations. And a bit later in this conversation I said it's funny how just a couple months ago (maybe not even that far back..I Don't recall for sure) I was struggling with identifying as being emotionally neglected - because it was quite severe emotional neglect. I think emotional neglect of any "level" is valid, don't get me wrong. But it's weird that I was struggling with using the term when I was quite severely emotionally neglected. And part of that struggle is how society at large seems to not recognize 'small T' traumas as being traumatic, and also how the bubble I grew up in seems to see emotionally neglecting children, especially in more 'mild' ways, as just, normal.

For example, I know SO many people who are not authoritarian parents, and who very clearly mean well as parents, but who still feel like they can't validate their kids emotions and hold a boundary for their behavior at the same time. So many people who routinely minimize, dismiss, invalidate or avoid/distract their kids feelings rather than teaching them how to really sit with and process their feelings. Often because the parents themselves never learned how to manage their own feelings so they can't possibly teach the kid to. Emotional neglect isn't exclusive to bad parenting, it's super common with parenting from people doing their absolute best, but who just were traumatized themselves and never learned coping skills themselves. And when people really truly tried their best, they have a hard time even imagining that their kid could still have trauma from their childhoods. It feels unfair that doing your absolute best could still traumatize your kid. But I think that's the reality of how it often works. Kids are fragile, and most of us have a lot of generational trauma so even when doing our best we can't break ALL the cycles. I don't imagine I'll succeed at breaking all of mine. My absolute best won't be enough either, and I'm trying to come to terms with that now, while also balancing trying my best to heal for my future kid(s) too. But anyway...

The traumatized/mentally ill part of my brain likes to use that 'neglect is just normal' thing to invalidate me having cPTSD, basically. That part of my brain feels like I am just dramatic, and things 'weren't that bad' and so on. That part of my brain still looks at my childhood as having one type of big T trauma (sexual abuse) and that's it.

But after mentioning how it's funny that I so recently was struggling to even accept that I had experienced emotional neglect, my therapist said something about how I also have minimized how much Big T trauma I have. I was confused briefly. They pointed out that all the specific instances I had listed of blatant neglect in the face of crisis, count as big T traumas. That little t traumas are the day to day, mini 'cuts' that we don't really even remember because they were just normal tuesday things to us despite being hurtful. Things like coming home from school excited about something only to have your mom hush you rather than listen to you. Of course, this happening occasionally isn't traumatic but when kids live with dismissive or invalidating or overly critical parents regularly those mini cuts add up to cause accumulative trauma, and that's what cPTSD is about, mini cuts adding up to a wound, rather than traditional PTSD which leaves more acute injuries. They pointed out that Big T traumas are specific events that you do specifically remember, that left a specific wound. So just the fact that I was able to list these specific events means they are big t traumas, not little T.

Clearly, my therapist was right that I was minimizing them a bit because I had never considered that they are big t traumas.

[kithtaehyung]

gurl, i just binged read 3tan in a single weekend (including all the asks, drabbles and little what-ifs) and im honestly soooooooo AKDJAKZJAJSJA completely gone, my personality is 3tan now. ill definitely come up with a more elaborate review w a reblog or something (bc this fic honestly means so much to me and im so amazed by your writing!!) but since i just finished i wanna to say a quick thanks for writing 3tan, for putting so much effort into it, and i hope you're aware of how much your writing is inspiring and how much it touches people!! cause girl, im moved to say the least!!!

also, i was reading while streaming and i think bad decisions matches the couple so much lol even the wanting the s/o throughout the whole week and all

anyway, just wanna to say thanks, it was totally worth it to sleep wayyy to late to finish it lol

hope your doing well!!

from a brazilian reader (you're a international writer!!!!)

(the gif is me if after reading interlude, im SO SCARED yoongi will decide to end things bc he thinks the reader wilk be better off without him, and makes this decision for her 😭 but regardless, i dont think yoongi would pull some shit to hurt her feelings to push her away or something AAAAAAA idk)

AWHHH HELLO!! i saw you going through and liking everything and it was so fun to see your adventure. i was sincerely hoping you would say something after you got through everything bc a lot of people don't. what a wonderful surprise! if your personality is 3tan then i will take that as a huge compliment LMAO and if you create a review in the future, i will most definitely cry while reading it dfkjdkjf

you're so damn sweet to appreciate the effort.. it is a lot as fun as it all is, so i'm touched that you would point that out. moved?? yay!! it's meant to be a comfort piece<33

bad decisions HELP i guess it does fit! hope you're having a much deserved rest and all the way in brazil? i'm international hell yeah! hello to you and i wanna visit someday for sure.

i love the commentary at the end, too! we shall see what ends up happening but yoongi really does have things going on in that brain of his... thank you so so much for taking the time to message me, babe!!

[fluffveebee]

aughgh i cant find any kincall blogs so i will just post a post like the cringe little FUCK i am. anyway hi i’m donnie rottmnt. looking for sourcemates in general honestly BUT. i do have multiple timelines im on the lookout for canonmates for. ill leave tiny little descriptions under here for those and you can feel free to dm me here or on discord @ hot topic#8405

main/canon compliant but not really: memories line up pretty much the same as canon except for a few things. ages were a tad different but almost the same i can elaborate privately as that’d be simpler. raph was plural/a system. april and i were qpps (and april and sunita were lesbian dating). post movie i fought in the battle nexus for a while, in exchange for a cloaking brooch from big mama. timeline fuckery led to my brothers and i remembering some things from casey’s future. i mostly got memories in bad moments of dissociation or in dreams. casey stayed in our time and was adopted by the o’neil’s. i was kinda a stoner lowkey. there’s more but i wont leave them here you can dm me separation au: yeah basically exactly how it looks. raph still grew up with splinter just as an only child. i was raised by draxum, mikey by big mama, leo in the foot clan, etc etc. basically we were all traumatized. draxum called me three and i called my brothers by their numbers for a long while after i met them (raph one, leo two, mikey four). draxum did experiments on me sometimes . update: ive found my two/leo for this one leo fucking dies au: uh yeah leo fucking died in the prison dimension i dont remember much else yet. other than i built a robot clone of him. and raph was not. happy with that

[dykeyote]

hi i do not know what the theia n adam thingy is about but. please do elaborate because now i am curious

OOOOO OKAY so quick theia summary [SEASON 2 JUNOVERSE SPOILERS IN THIS WHOLE POST LOL i try not to spoil any more than is necessary but i do spoil a Lot just bc u kinda have to . no spoilers for anything after that tho i havent even listened to s4] is that the theia in the penumbra podcast is basically this cybernetic eye that the protagonist is given by this like sort of father figure thats attempting to manipulate him through positive attention and shit theres a bunch of other lore going on there but thats all u really need to know for this post . it starts as helpful and gets said protag back on his feet but begins to take more and more control of his life and it looks like his weirdo bf at one point . this isnt a great summary whoopsie but it serves

n e ways so my thought is that sydney having that and it being adam and taking advantage of his emotions of loneliness would be kind of cool .... and instead of being a robotic woman voice its jsut this weirdo fucking guy who he sort of hallucinates in his vision because of how the eye works . i think lucille gave it to him partially bc of similar themes to the original show but also because lucille would totally just have like freaky future age technology lying around for no reason to manipiulate people plus it furthers the themes of sydney relying on her medically . also the adamtheia is red instead of blue bc thats cool

anyway so adam sort of acts as a therapist still but maybe a physical therapist also?? bc he controls sydneys faculties kinda . which sydney at first finds great becasue hes not lonely anymore but he starts slowly realizing hes losing his autonomy but by this point its too late . i think adam does take the form of jedidiah sometimes also to make a point or to trick sydney which happens in the show as well but defintely NOT in the way the show did bc jedidiah would be too embarrassed to ever wear that fucking slutty little nightgown and sydney would know something was up instantaneously lmao

ermies but diverging from the canon stuff MORE i think itd be cool if adam was more sentient and maybe kinda diverged from what lucille wanted?? like lucille had her own weird manipulative gains but adam is weird and freaky and alive and tries to make things happen to fuck lucille over and get his own weird goals achieved

also i think itd be cool if like . idk how sydney lost his eye but Somehow he did idk ill work this out later and the weird uppy adam eye was originally jedidiahs work?? maybe thats how its so freaky and magical and advanced engineering-wise . bc i do think hed make a cybernetic eye that is maybe a little overly helpful to the degree of having some queries about whether its healthy for it to help u w so much or if its bordering on losing full autonomy but it wouldnt be MALICIOUS or intentionally controlling or violating jedidiah is just weird about being helpful . but then some Force like probably a mix of both lucille and just adams ai take it and warp it and make it way more Maliciously controlling and intentionally intrusive (mostly bc i thinkt he parallels between jedidiahs Unhealthy But Well Intentioned controlling traits and other characters including lucille's Malicious controlling traits are quite interesting)

i imagine this being kinda vaguely season one.... like a season one divergent thing . i think itd be kinda cool if there was a parallel of the gun scene from promised land (for context the theia manipulates the protag into shooting someone) but with elijah .... mostly bc i thnk Wihle jedidiahs actively ignoring sydney would make sydney very easily manipulated via his loneliness and need for guidance which adam-theia-thing would provide 2 him