#hopefuly the worse is over...hopefuly...

[askwheatleytheadmin]

What was the worst part about finding out Romeo pretended to be Vos?

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Wheatley seems perturbed by the question, a furrow of their brows and a anxious glance off to the side. They don't look at you.

"There were... Many things that harmed me when he'd done it, I think it was how willing he was to cause so much pain to someone he took everything from already." It's unclear if Wheatley means themselves or Jack. "I saw Vos alive, and for just one hopefuly moment, I'd thought my flock had returned. But no, just as quickly I saw through his wretched disguise, the traitor snatches my brood with poison lined fangs and taunts me with it." "Watching Jack's heartbreak all over again, it hurt worse than I could have imagined, watching the smirk on his face... I should have done more."

[storiesofsvu]

Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing? Because I know life can be stressful and hard and sucky and for me at least having just one person asking how I’m doing helps just a little bit. Also if things are sucky and hard right now just remember things do eventually get better, that’s literally the only thing I’ve learned over the years.

hey bestie, thanks for checking in, that's super sweet.

tbh i'm pretty exhausted, like mentally and my body, i'm not just sleepy lol. cried multiple time this week out of sheer exhaustion already LOL. so yeah... could be better, could be worse. hopefuly this weekend at work is better than last and i can actually bartend and make some decent tips.

in the meantime i will relax, not do work things on my weekend and try to get some writing done lol

[kornstreifs-storys]

Ages of Ruin, A new Dawn, 3

The Blizzard was raging outside. It had caught up with the Group rather quickly. Fortunatly they had stumbled upon an old Human hut. It was in remarkably good shape, considering it was abbandoned for centuries, but maybe some local Pokémon had keept in shape all this time. Similar had happen with some of the cities, so it wasn't impossible.

Kuro had even managed to make a fire and now the group was huddled around the fireplace, while the storm raged around their shelter. Dune had coiled up under her blanket, Flake sleeping beside her. She had only her head outside and was talking with the rest of the group.

Kuro had rolled out a map on the ground and they were studing their path. Kiara pointed to a place on the Map, "Look here is a canyon and near that, there was once a small settlement. Maybe thats were we are, this hut could be a leftover from that village." Kuro studied the point Kiara had indicated. "That is possible, in that case we made a lot more progress than I thought, but it is within range from our last camp."

Dune still had trouble reading maps, so she asked, "Thats good right? It means were getting close." Kuro looked up and shook his head. "No, were still quite the way of. It just means were faster than I anticipated." Dune closed her eyes. This journey had already taken months and the weather was getting worse by the day, Flake seemed to be the most cold resistant out of them, but even he would start feeling the cold soon.

She thought about those dreams she keept having. When they had decided to go on this journey, it had been just three and one from Kuro. But now she was having them every other night, though a lot of them were repeats. Still a bunch of suspicious dreams were not a lot of Information, to risk ones life on.

Kuro seemed to have read her mind, because he came over and cuddled up to her. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll make it. You said it yourself, these dreams are far to frequent and clear to be just a coincidence." Dune could feel the tension let up, she gave Kuro a quick nuzzle and smiled at him. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" she asked.

Kuro smiled back. "Yes, you have. Multiple times already." Dune purred, "Well, maybe I should do it more often." Dune looked up and saw Kiara simle at them from across the room. "You two are so cute sometimes, have you finally decided to start dating?" she asked. Dune looked confused at that remark, but then she remembered. They had never really talked about this had they.

She chuckled a bit, before replying, "We've been a couple for almost two years now. Though I guess since you met us, we didn't show it as much." Kiara looked surprised, "Wait really. So you were already a thing when we first met?" Dune smiled a bit awkwardly, "Is it really that surprising."

Kiara smiled, "Na, it's just like, from how Kuro talked back when you were ... kinda dead..." she paused awkwardly, but then continued anyway. "I just assumed, he hadn't told you his feelings yet. And you never told me, so." Kuro, next to Dune, burried his face in her side. "Well, back then I had other things on my mind." His simle was very sorrowful, as he said that and Dune pressed her cheek against his to comfort him.

Kiara looked a bit sad as well, but Kuro continued. "Well and after she came back, I was a bit distracted by her evolution. So it never came up." Kiara looked at them both. "You know, now that I know you were already a couple back then, I got to ask. Why were you so flustered around each other back then?" Kuro and Dune exchanged a look, then they both answerd. "I just wasn't used to the evolution yet."

Kiara laughed, "Well, ok then. Maybe I shouldn't try to understand romance." Dune chuckled as well and Kuro smiled at least. Then Torrent interjected into the conversation. "We still have a long journey ahead of us. We should go to sleep, hopefuly tomorrow the storm will have passed."

The others looked at eachother, then Dune yawned and Kuro said, "Yeah, we probably should. Though one of us should stay up to make sure the fire doesn't burn out. I'll take the first shift, so you go to sleep." Kiara and Torrent nodded, but Dune had already fallen asleep. As she slowly drifted of she could feel one of these Dreams come up from deep inside.

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Our heros get a bit of downtime on this page. And we're finally clued in on the relationship between Kuro and Dune. Kiara is quite surprised, but your sneaky author of course already knew.

Well, see you next week and check ou my Deviant Art.

Also a relationship page has been added, so you can keep track of who likes who. (not finished yet)

[pi-cat000]

MSA time travel idea (part 42)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25  Lewis POV 3,  Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4, 31, ViVi POV 4 , 33, 34, Lewis POV 5, Mystery POV 2, Lewis POV 6, Vivi POV 5, Lewis POV 7 Vivi POV 6 Vivi POV 7

Part 43: here

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(ARTHUR POV)

“Maybe, if you’d been even half of what he was, you wouldn’t have been possessed so damn easily. I mean, this kid put up more of a fight, and he’s pretty much a walking collection of neurosis,” the demon taunts.

“I said shut up!”

The demon, and by default, Arthur, narrows their eyes. Micky’s sudden appearance has thrown a wrench into its plans, drawing its full and undivided attention. Irritation curls around Arthur, replacing the previous sensations of smug satisfaction and amusement. The emotion is unpleasant, making Arthur’s mind crawl but it’s better than the sadistic joy he had been forced to endure as it was stabbing Lewis. For the first time since that disastrous meeting in the hospital’s car-park, Arthur finds himself completely free of surveillance. The demon’s attention is focused solely on Micky and the gun. The shift is so sudden and is Arthur so panicked, that he almost doesn’t recognise the opportunity. 

Luckily-the only luck he’s had in a long while-he does recognise his opening. His one chance to make things right. 

A desperate calm settles over him. Lightning flashes, illuminating the faint blue and purple of Vivi and Lewis’s clothes. Mystery glows ever brighter, casting a red tint on the concrete around him. Everything else is darker shades of grey, fading into black.

In his new state of calm, Arthur can envision how the next few seconds would play out. Micky would shoot. The demon would dodge.  Even now, he can feel how his body is tensing, preparing to duck to the side. The demon is hyper-focus on the gun, watching Micky’s every muscle twitch. To dodge, the demon would have to already be moving even before the gun went off. It would need precise control and a split-second warning just before the shot. After the gun fired, Vivi would run forward to ‘save’ him, putting herself in danger. Then, Mystery would be forced to transform and save her. In the commotion, the demon would make their escape. 

“Did you even go back to bury him, or did you just leave him there? What happened to all the ritual, funeral nonsense to send his soul on its merry way? How disrespectful.” The demon’s voice is full of malice, coloured with amusement, aiming to both harm and insult. 

The gun clicks in Micky’s hand. Already, Arthur can feel himself tensing, preparing to move fast.

“Stop!” Vivi lurches upright and Mystery blocks her from jumping between them. “If you shoot, you’ll kill Arthur!”

 This is okay. Arthur has already accepted that he might never see his friends again. The demon would run, take him away, and they would be safe. Mystery would pass along his apology and it would be fine. The only one to really suffer would be him and he thinks he can live with that. Is that true though? 

“That fucking brat sent us to our deaths. He’s just as guilty.”

It wasn’t just him that would suffer was it? This thing would keep on killing. It would use his body to kill other people and maybe, one day, it would go after Lewis or Vivi again. The creature wanted Arthur specifically and he is aware enough to know that the demon has got some sort of plan involving his messed-up soul. 

The body snatcher sniggers, “I’m sure Dan would be very unimpressed with how you're threatening this poor innocent human. I mean, if he weren’t a shish-kebab at the bottom of a cave.” 

Micky yells, loud, animalistic, full of pain and rage. Arthur feels a pang of empathy for the man who had had the misfortune of running into him and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just like Darrel.

In that fraction of a second before the gun goes off, his body, under the direction of the demon, lunches to the right.  Everything slows, time crawling by. Arthur can already see Mystery leaping, his dog form rapidly expanding. Vivi is also running towards him, face white with fear. 

His way out was suddenly blindingly clear.

With all his remaining will power, throws himself to the left. He slams into the mental barrier separating him from his body. Similar to when he’d first tried this in the van, the demon falters ever so briefly, its attention refocusing onto him and away from Micky. For a fraction of a second, in between heartbeats, the demon’s movements slow. Unlike when he had tried this before, there is no time for the demon to react.

 “ARTHUR!”

 The shout rings in his ears alongside the loud CRACK of a shotgun discharging. 

A sudden weight smacks him in the chest and he stumbles back. This time, Arthur’s sense of fear is mixed in with his own cold vindication. In a moment of role reversal, it is Arthur feeling spiteful and the demon experiencing surprise. 

“You little shit,” He feels himself spit the words out, angry, even as new wetness clogs his throat and the metallic taste of blood floods his mouth. Time accelerates again. Arthur hits the pavement and doesn’t even care that his head cracks on the hard surface. All bodily sensation is fuzzy now. Any pain one would expect to feel after getting shot is dulled. Surprise quickly turns to anger. The demon is almost brittle with furry, its full attention bearing down on him from all angles, pressing in. Suffocating. 

“Shit. Shit. Shit…Bleeding…that’s a lot of blood. Need to control the bleeding.” Arthur focuses on Vivi’s face which materialises above him. For the first time since his possession, Arthur managers to move of his own violation, taking a hash breath. The process is an immense struggle and he’s not sure if it’s because of the demon or blood loss. 

“Vi…” His tong feels heavy and foreign, the words he tries to say are garbled by the blood coming up through his throat. He doesn’t get more than a syllable out before the control is wrestled away. 

‘You think this is over?’ The voice echoes in his head, low and threatening.

“Shh. Don’t speak. Everything will be okay. I don’t think its hit anything important. Just lie still.” Her expression is a mix of horror and worry. Regret quickly roles over his vindication because the last thing he wants is for Vivi to have to watch her friend bleed out and die.

His vision blurs. A purple outline appears alongside Vivi. It’s Lewis, equally, if not more panic-stricken. He can feel to demon’s attention re-centre, staring Lewis right in the eye. 

 “What’s…up. You…goin…watch him die …with me?” The demon jerks, trying to grab a hold of Lewis’s bear unprotected hands.  

‘You can’t have Lewis.’ 

Arthur slams his full mental weight into malicious presence, pushing it to one side, cutting it off mid-sentence. As his body weakens so does its control. They’re both weak now. 

‘Sharing is caring.’ Is sneered. A wave of malicious intent  chips away at his control, paralysing rational thought with uncontained fear.  Arthur feels his hand lift under the demon’s renewed power, reaching weakly for Lewis, beckoning. 

“Lew…is.” Arthur tries to speak and warn his friend off.  

 ‘Don’t do it.’ He can’t get the words out, his control failing. It is like being back in the cave, unable to stop the unimaginably terrible from happening. His vision distorts, made worse by the night around them. He can barely see the conflict waring across his friend’s face.   His arm is numb. He and Lewis are standing on a ledge overlooking a steep drop…green is pooling at the edges of his vision. It doesn’t matter that they are both weak, the demon’s got him beat in the willpower department. Too many past mistakes occupy his thoughts, distracting him. 

Lewis’s hand hovers then closes around his, drawing his focus. The hand is warm almost comforting.

NO.

He claws at the demon, ripping and tearing at anything he can reach, trying to drag it down with him. A patronising laugh bounces around and there is the sensation of something rushing to escape. Arthur scratches and grasps but it is hard to hold onto something that hardly exists. The result is an exercise in futility like he’s trying to dig his nails into loose shale. 

‘Nice try but you’re a few centuries too inexperienced to hold me down.’ The demon slips away, leaving him to sink downwards, alone. ‘Try not to die while I’m out would you. I would hate for all this drama to be for nothing,’ Arthur can still feel the echo of rage and malevolence underlining its final amused jab as it fades from his consciousness. The demon is angry. He knows it is going to do its level best to hurt Lewis. There is nothing he can do to stop it. And, suddenly, Arthur is alone in his own mind.

“Why?” He coughs, wishing he could shake an answer out of Lewis. ‘Why did you do that Lewis?’ The last he sees of Lewis is a green discolouration creeping up the other’s arm. Lewis stumbles away, swallowed by the night. 

Vivi’s shocked face fades to nothing a second later. Then there is only darkness. No demon, just himself and all his mistakes.  No snarky running commentary on how screwed up and pathetic he was. No weird dissonance as he experienced two sets of emotional responses. He is just Arthur existing alone. He should feel relieved. This should be a triumph. 

It's not...

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It’s dark and he’s falling, slamming into a stone spike. Two sets of memories blur together, becoming one extended nightmare. Two failed timelines are laid before him in a spread of damning evidence against his very existence.

Lewis is dead…then alive, grinning, eyes flashing bright green as he looks down on him, “Once in a millennia chance and you managed to screw it up.” There is fire rising around him, growing increasingly not, framing Lewis’s human visage. “This is your fault.”

 He coughs, gripping the spike piercing up through his chest. 

“How many can say they’ve had a second chance? None. That’s how many?” Lewis growls and the flames become unbearably hot till even the air itself hurts. “Face it. I just wasn’t that important to you.” Arthur should just stop trying to fight and let the fire burn away all that was left of him. 

It’s what he deserves. 

“So that’s it.”  The female voice cuts through the crackle of the fire, “You’re just going to give up?" 

The stone around him shifts, colours mutating from purple and green to a gleaming, blue-tinted ice. Gone is the stone spike, the cliff, and the cave, to be replaced by an empty snow-filled field. He is no longer in pain. He is kneeling, half-buried in snow, surrounded be an empty silver-grey landscape. 

“What about your promise to answer my questions. You’re going to leave everyone behind wondering what the heck happened?” Lewis and his fire disappear, replaced with cold air and a familiar voice. He squints up at the blurry Vivi-shaped outline but can’t make out her face. The word around him is too blindingly bright to make out any details.

“I can’t…” he pleads, “I’ve made so many mistakes.”

“So what. That’s never stopped you before.”

He drops his gaze, ignoring the the rustle of fabric as a person knelt in front of him.

“We all make mistakes.”  Her voice is soft.

“I don’t know what to do?”  

If there’s one thing the demon has taught him it was that things could always get worse.

“It’ll be okay Arthur. Just explain what happened. I’ll understand.”

He looks up, desperately searching for the face of a familiar older Vivi. 

“I miss you.”  He doesn’t care that he is angsting over what was probably a figment of his imagination. The shadow of a Vivi he’d left behind in a future that would never happen. 

“Silly, I never left.”

The white space above him splinters, shattering like glass, falling on him like flakes of snow.

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His next breath is heavy like he is struggling against some immense weight.  It is nothing like being on the cliff, struggling to breathe against the heat and having it cut with frigid cold, this is real. The sensation of forcing his lungs to expand and take in the dry air is almost too real. A dull ache settles over him and he can’t tell if it is coming from his body or somewhere deep in his chest. Everything feels floaty and unreal and he struggles to pull together a coherent thought. Arthur wills his eyes to open, almost afraid to try and have this illusion of control snatched away. 

Light eclipses the dark. The imprint of spikes, fire and ice, fade into a nightmare. He stares up at a familiar off-white ceiling. A pattern of square panels, broken by two overhead lights, one of which is switched off, meaning the room in only half lit. The faint smell of anaesthetic and bleach lingers in the air. Absently, he recognises the hospital ceiling. The dejavu is painful.  

Slowly, almost too afraid to try, he turns his head, scanning for his arm. There is a needle disappearing into his skin just above his wrist which is connected to a machine beeping a faint rhythmic pattern. It is his flesh and blood arm. This is his original arm, meaning this is the other timeline. The one he had just royally screwed up. His fingers twitch when he wills them to move, jerking inwards to grasp at nothing. This is the timeline where his Uncle is dead, and Lewis is probably off somewhere killing people under the demon’s control. An unbearable sadness descends upon him. He takes solace in the melancholy, welcoming it, wrapping it around himself like a familiar blanket. Maybe, if he waited long enough, the demon would return, and he would be able to save Lewis. Arthur doubts it, he has nothing of value to trade aside from himself and Lewis is ten times more valuable than him. It was pointless. Maybe he hadn’t learnt his lesson about wanting things. Maybe he will just lie here forever, wasting away.

 Maybe that didn’t sound so bad.

“Arthur.” The surprised voice cuts into him, slicing apart his thoughts.

He blinks, twitching to glance to the side, focus shifting  past the empty hospital chair placed next to his bed and towards the doorway. Vivi. She is standing in the entrance. Her clothes are wrinkled, speckled with dirt, and she has smudges across her face that look a bit like wood ash. Her eyes are wild with open surprise. 

Her surprise becomes relief, mixed with conflicting joy and apprehension. 

“You’re awake.” She speaks slowly, voice halting. 

“V…” His throat is far too dry to speak so the word comes out as a wheeze. 

Whatever misgivings had Vivi frozen in the doorway, they don’t hold her for long and she is across the room in a flash of blue. The next thing he knows her weight is resting across his shoulder and chest, gripping onto him. There is a brief flash of purely physical pain as she bumps the wad of bandages he only just notices are covering the upper half of his torso, wrapping his collar bone. Her face is awkwardly pressed against his opposite shoulder.

When his vision blurs, he panics, momentarily thinking he was losing his control. However, he quickly recognises it as a different sort of loss of control. A normal loss of control. There is water pooling in his eyes, running down his face. He’s crying, making breathing hard. 

“You idiot.” Vivi’s voice is unsteady now, full of hurt, “You colossal idiot.”

“I'm…sor…” He swallows, coughing out the apology “…ry”  He doesn’t know what exactly he’s apologising for but he’s made so many mistakes that it’s the only thing he can think to say. 

“I thought you were going to die.”

Sluggishly, Arthur tries to raise a hand, the one without a needle sticking into it, to hold onto the fabric of her jacket. His muscles feel a bit like jelly, spasming occasionally, as his mind re-associates mental commands with movement. He realises with a pang of grief that she is wearing Lewis’s jacket. What happened to Lewis?  He tries to speak, to explain, to ask questions, but his throat is still too dry. After attempting this a few more times he gives up and allows himself the small comfort of being able to hug Vivi again. 

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NOTE: Happy Holidays!! Have an update as a gift :) Hope everyone is safe and wish you all good luck transitioning into the new year. Thank you for another years worth of support of this fic, it means a lot. 

Part 43: here

[popculturebuffet]

Prince of Wishful Thinking (Tom Retrospective): Tough Love or The True Monster

Hello all you happy people and welcome back to Prince of Wishful Thinking, what is usually my look at the life and times of Tom Lucitor but since I NEED to cover the season 3 finale as vital part of Tom’s story, we’re taking one last look at the tragic tale of Meteora Butterfly before the finale sends these two stories hurtling together. You’d THINK this would be the last detour of this already sizeable arc.. and you’d be wrong as i’ll also be covering Kelly’s World, as I feel it’s vital for both “Curse of the Blood Moon” and “A Boy and his hard to remember title”, as it provides extra context for Marco’s anguish in the former.. and provides extra evidence for why a CERTAIN MOMENT in the latter pisses me off to no end.. seriously even when as universe dies and the only people left are Frankllin Richards and Galactus, there will still be a little note reading “Fuck how they treated Kelly” written in all caps so Galactus remembers to yell it. 

So sadly that DOES mean it’s been three entries in this retrospective in a row that either haven’t feature Tom at all or in the case of the last episode only had him in short cameos. I mean we did get his love affair for pie but we also got a creepy goblin man forcing his girlfriend and best friend to kiss each other, his best friend being WAY to eager to jump to that conclusion, and neither considering using Marco’s Scissors because the writers only remember he has those half the time in Season 3... and clearly I ddn’t either as I forgot to mention that plot hole, something @jess-the-vampire​ brought up to me. Sadly I DID forget to consult on this when we talked earlier this week , and she’s not online as I write this so I won’t have her insight for this one. 

But if you want some Tom content, i’m happy to share my crossover ship for the boy with you. I’ve been shipping him with Octavia from Helluva Boss lately.  Because of course it’s Helluva Boss, i’ve not been at all subtle with my obession with it and much like Letterkenny, X-Men and Dragon Ball Z Abriged it is a love I never plan to be subtle about. 

But I just think they compliment each other well: They have contrasting atittudes, and tastes in music, but seem like they’d share hobbies. Like taxidermy.. I could see Tom buying this... demonic combination of a badger, a skunk, a deer and my nightmares Octavia is preciously holding up.

Granted I also feel tom would both animate them with their dead souls.. and then use his new woodland friends of the dammned as a chorus to sing “Can You Picture That” from the Muppet Movie, because that’s what my mind does on a regular day. I think the contrasting attitude creates great chemstiry and it made me also realize I have a thing for ships with directly contrasting home lives.  Tom has two loving decent parents who deeply love one another and at worst simply didn’t reign in his worse behavior because it was standard for demon stuff. Octavia in contrast simply has two parents, one who DOES love her and tries his best, but his best includes calling his side piece “My big dicked blitzy” right in front of her and hiring said side piece to guard them, and her mother who clearly thinks so little of her daughter’s emotional well being she hired a cowboy to shoot her daddy dead in the middle of a large crowd. The point is I think they’d be adorable and they both badly need to be happy after being emotionally fucked over by people they care about. 

But  alas my new ship will have to wait as we marginally important things to get down too.. things that will impact both this season and the next’s endgame and utterly destroy Eclipsa and Moon’s relationship for good. Sound fun? Well if so join me under the cut won’t you?

We open in the Pidgeon Kingdom.. and things aren’t exactly great.. and by that I mean Meteora stomped a hole through it and ravaged the place and Rich demands blood.. and vengance.. and possibly blood vengance. But not Tekken Blood Vengance.. he already has like 5 copies of that on dvd. Still needs it on Blu Ray though, hook him up if you got it. 

So Moon and Eclipsa are trying to smooth this over/find out which way did she go George which way did she go, and are angrily dismissed after they try Rich’s patience, not helped by Eclipsa not being familiar with the Pidgeon Kingdom because they hadn’t slaughtered everyone who used to live there yet. Look that’s what happened, Star outright mentions in the Big Book of Spells that htey suddenly sprung up where another kingdom was and no one knows what happens. There was some bird murders up in that place.. or birdur if you will. Some birds drank some human blood. This is what Alfred Hitchock tried to warn us about with his film built on horrifying actress abuse. 

The point is with some more pidgeon-led murder stabbings on the cards our heroines are trying to find her since their attempts to convince Rich not to go on an Archer Style Rampage fell on deaf ears. 

But it’s clear from the second the two are alone both have diffrent priorties: Eclipsa desperatley wants to find the daughter she lost and talk her down from what sh’es become, help her become better and hopefuly heal from the pain she’s been in. She’s lost her husband, her kingdom and centuries. She can’t loose her baby girl too.

Moon on the other hand... clearly has no intrest in helping Meteora or stopping this peacefully. Her first thought is stopping Meteora. Her living through it is not necessary. It’s also clear her racisim isn’t REMOTELY gone depsite Buff Frog and Star’s best attempts and despite learning just how deeply and horribly Mewni’s engrained racism has hurt eclipsa and destoryed Moon’s own family history. To Moon this is just a big monster to fight.. i’ll dive into this more in a bit.

For now our heroines encounter an angry mob. This time their not here for Homer Simpson, but for Meteora as her rampages have destroyd their towns, livelehoods and given some weird guy a hat. It’s the best bit of the episode and i’m embarassed I forgot it happened. 

So with them being no help our queens back out but end up finding some actual help: Eddie! You know the guy from the episode I skipped over... River’s cousin or something like that. He dosen’t have a wiki entry, I do not know why. He’s voiced by Rhys Dharby of Flight of the Conchords Fame whose since made quite the career as a voice actor. No major roles yet that i’m aware of, but a lot of delightful minor ones like this. It’s good to see him he was one of the highlights of that show and not just because he sang this..

Eddie showed up in the Bog Beast of Boggabah and I honestly forgot he was in this episode.. but again, it’s Rhys Dharby. It’s not like suddenly finding out “Aw god dammit Pauly Shore is in this”. So Eddie agrees to help as he’s been tracknig Meteora.. and we find out something troubling: Meteora is getting BIGGER. Gradually, to the point the bog from said episode Is skipped over is drained because she DRANK IT. We also get a great exchange “I’d hate to see the size of her mother” “Actually her father more than helped with that”

Awwwww.... seriously Esme Blanco is a national treasure and has some great deliveries in this one.. and some heartbreaking ones. But before we can get to that it turns out Meteora sucked the powers out of Eddies family.. who he misses..e xcept one guy> That guy can fuck right off. Seriously Eddie is also a national treasure and I wish he’d shown up in season 4. I mean he couldn’t of HURT it. For one it’s Rhys Dharby and for another that season shot itself in the face, both feet, the groin and then the face again enough that I don’t think anything could hurt it as bad as the writers already did. 

But sadly we say farwell to Eddie as he goes out how men have since the begining of time.. deciding to poke a strange creature till it murdered him. Or took his soul out in this case, speaking of which...

Yeah while I couldn’t get Jess in time for this review, she did bring this up in the past: Meteora’s ablility to pull a 

Comes right the fuck out of nowhere with no build up and no explination for it. She DID drain personalites and according to this episode youth.. but that was with a big ole machine. It MIGHT have been intended to be one of Globgor’s powers.. but that makes zero sense, as if he COULD do that, as we saw with Toffee last season when he had that power, also out of nowhere but at least it made a touch more sense given his power was draining magical energy anyway at the time, so adding souls to that isn’t a huge stretch, but as we saw that would’ve been game over for the comission, especially since we DO see him fighting them one on three next season. If he had this power, he wouldn’t be in crystal and I think they realized that, but just tried to act as if his daugther COULDN’T do that and assumed everyone would casually forget. And I get not accounting for me writing about this years later, even I wouldn’t of thought that, but not counting on fans both young and old to latch onto a continuity error? Have you met fandoms Disney, have you? It dosen’t bring the story down entirely and I get WHY ti’s there, so she can nonlethally kill people so we’re not down most of the cast for Season 4, but it feels like an easy win button and one she barely uses despite it being eye beam activated. It should be easy enough to pull, boom, soul suck, win, rinse and repeat. It’s okay to have uber powerful tequniques but they have to have a drawback. For instance the Kaioken from DBZ. It’s a really damn cool technique that gives the user a neat red aura and amplifies poewr.. but the more you amplify the more strain it puts on your body and the more likely you’ll die, and Super later creatively explained why it hadn’t been used since Super Sayian was introduced because said form would’ve sped it up so much it’d be too much for a body to take. Here whie Meteora dosen’t use it in EVERY fight, she uses it enough that it makes no sense this isn’t just her first move for every fight she gets into, mental breakdown or not. 

That being said Meteora’s current mental state as she talks to her mother, having regressed to talking in only a few words and acting like a child, makes perfect sense. Henious already wasn’t in great mental shape to begin with, having a slow sustained breakdown since Marco overthrew her. and now on top of this she remembers her whole life has been a lie, starts to mutate into her natural state at a rapid and likely unehalthy pace, and then finds out on top of all of this Mewni is rightfully owed to her. Given she ended last episode blowing a guy up for rejecting her, it’s not a stretch that given even more power and no time to process anything, Metora would deteroate further. 

Esme and Jessica really knock this scene out of the park as Eclipsa presents Metora with her old doll Bobo and gently trying ot talk to her.. but you also get the fear Eclipsa feels as she tries to awkardly manuver around the fact her daughter is far more unhinged than she was prepared for, even threanting Eclipsa simply because Eclipsa wanted to be called mother instead of mommy. But despite this fear.. Eclipsa wants to help and Walter beautifuly captured metoera as a hulk like tragic figure:a being with low sanity and too much power desperate to be loved by the one person it cares about. And it makes it even more heartbreaking as Eclipsa explains what happened: bad people trapped her , a disfunctoinal society with a racist queen and even more racist subjects has taken hold in her absence... and it’s clear both want opposite things: Meteora wants what sh’es owed, her family back on the throne and Mewni back in her graps, but has lost herself so much to rage, anger and insanity she can’t see it’s not hers to take, while Eclipsa.. just wants her daughter back. She’d be happy just settling down with her and having a LIFE after hers was taken away. Eclipsa just wants a chance to be with what family she has left. It just HURTS to know that despite RIGHTFULLY hating the comission, despite having eveyr reason to take the crown from Moon by force and make the world better by force.. she dosen’t want that. She just wants some peace. It’s selfish... but it’s hard not to be when you havealmost nothing to hold onto. Eclipsa has lost her legacy, her husband and her crown... Meteora is all she has and all she wants and sh’ed of been happy if she just accepted that. If that was enough. 

But the real telling part, and the thing that ultimately makes this go as bad as it does.. is Moon’s reactions to all of this. Sh’es CONFUSED by Meteora having a toy as if that’s foreign to her a monster would, and she’s cleaerly livid , if restrianing it, at both Meteora’s deire for the crown and Eclipsa RIGHTFULLY calling out the state of how things are, and mildly at that. Despite seeing how much damage Mewni’s inherent racisim has done, how it lead to her living a lie, ruined Eclipss, Globgore and Metora’s lives, despite how DESPERTLY her daughter struggles to fight against it, despite seeing firsthand that Monsters can have famiies and lives... she can’t let it go. She can’t see monsters as people. SHe dosen’t see a flawed person who was turned into a metpohrical monster by years of brainwashing and abuse and is slowly unravling under the weight of her true self.. she just sees a threat to her kingdom. She dosen’t see her kingdom as racist, just as it should be. And she dosen’t see herself as stepping down like hse damn well should’ve the MOMENT she found out everything. Because at her heart Moon can’t accept the truth and clings to her racisim. 

And that my friends.. is what ultimately leads to Tragedy. Not Meteora’s unraveling mental state, not Eclipsa’s naitvite. What happens next is ENITRELY Moon’s fault. Whle Eclipsa was failing to get through to Metora, she was trying her best and might of gotten somewhere.. but Moon was already settling to attack.. and does so, making it look like Eclipsa set her own child up. 

A fight ensues, a suprisingly even one... but Eclipsa breaks it up and PROVES her way could’ve worked. In one of Esme’s best performances sshe tearfully tells her daughter she loves her.. that ALL she wants is time with her to make up for what she’s lost.. she dosen’t need a kingdom or her crown or her wand, all things she DESERVES... she just wants her daughter. She just wants to help her baby girl before she goes so far down this path of hatred and vengance she’s alreayd well trod upon there is no point to return to. 

It gets through to Meteora, makes her stop... and Moon TAKES ADANTAGE OF THAT. She then restrains metoera with a magical rock barrier and starts palpatineing her to death. It’s a horrifying moment that ultimately shows who Moon really is.. that when given the chance to let Meteora go, let her CHANGE and grow as a person and help the kingdom.. she instead tries to kill her. When she’s no longer a threat,  hasn’t seriously hurt her in their fight, and could use her power to RESTORE the damage she’s done, fix what she’s broken and help the kingdom grow and mend the bridges racisim has torn down. But all she can see is a monster, and something to destroy.. not someONE to save. 

So Eclipsa does what Moon would do if it were star about to die and saves her daughter, desperatly trying to stop mooon.. and allowing Meteora to get a clear shot and take half of moon’s soul. While Eclipsa is able to stop her from taking the full thing, Moon is left disoreinted and half alive and leaves on insticnt to parts unknown while Meteora escapes. Eclipsa is left alone, devistated and with her daughter truly lost. And the worst is truly yet to come. 

Before we get into final thoughts i’d like to talk about how this scene impacts Moon’s betryal later. To me having rewatched this scene.. it only makes it work MORE making it clear Moon simply can’t fahtom racial equality and that she can’t fahtom that eclipsa had very good reason for doing what she did ... to me it comes off as her using Eclipsa betryaing her as a very flimsy justifcation to not validate her rule and to first retire and then try a coup. That “Well she “BETRAYED” me so i’m fine. “ But in truth... she betrayed Eclipsa first. She attacked her daughter TWICE when Eclipsa was close to getting through to her Her reasons are flimsy.. because i’ts not ABOUT eclipsa, but what eclipsa represents: equality with a race Moon dosen’t see as people. It’s about Moon’s racisim coloring everything tills h’es truly blinded and should have lost everything She didn’t because the ending is a fucking disgrace, but we might get to that at some point, the point here is for all that disgrace’s faults... it did get it right here, and Moon was always portrayed as being unable to let go of her racisim no matter what it cost her or how much her daughter despteratly tried to change her. Trust me as someone whose Dad used to argue that gay marriage meant he should be able to marry his cat, and who still argues against trans people using the bathroom of their choice, I get trying desperatley to change someone who don’t wanna. “Sigh”. 

Final Thoughts: This episode is truly excellent. The writing is top notch as is the voice acting for all involved and the climax isa true, well led up to tragedy. The animation is also on point, with the characters emotions on perfect display. This is an episode I now realize is one of the series best and worth ar ewatch if you haven’ts een it. Truly amazing stuff that gets me pumped for the finale.. and disapoints me in how the series could reach these highs for one finale.. but would sink to it’s lowest point for next seasons.  Next Time on Prince of Wishful Thinking: Star tries depseratly to find her mom, while Marco, Tom and a motely crew of misfits try to take down Meteora and Tom learns the awful truth from the photo booth and wears a zuko ponytail which weirdly looks good on him. That boy can rock anything let me tell you. 

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[i-put-the-bi-in-suibian]

WangXian AU where everything is the same but they have soulmarks

Not everybody gets one, but Lan WangJi does. When the little white rabbit appears on his body, right under his left collarbone, it’s the first time he sees his uncle horrified. It was a soulmark that caused his brother, WangJi’s father, to ruin his life. Being a child and not really understanding, Lan WangJi decides he needs to keep his mark hidden as something one should be ashamed of.

Then the most inappropriate boy comes to Cloud Recesses for Lan QiRen’s lessons and between breaking a clan rule on every step he takes he’s flaunting his soulmark to everyone, bragging about it loudly like it’s the most amazing thing. His soulmark is a little white rabbit right over his heart.

By then Lan Wangji knows what a soulmark really means. He also knows how his clan regards them. Allowing something as flimsy as faith to direct one’s life is unreasonable. So he keeps his mark hidden even though it hurts a little. 

It hurts more when it turns out that under all his goofiness and disregard for rules, his soulmate is brave, clever and caring. When Wei WuXian takes care of him in the cave in Dusk Creek Mountain, Lan WangJi clings desperately to his clothes, fighting the temptation to show him.

It only gets worse when Wei WuXian chooses the wrong path. Maybe if Lan WangJi showed him that they belong together, he would change his mind, would retreat from his wicked ways and come back to proper cultivation. But he doesn’t show him. And then it’s too late. And it hurts more than anything.

In his grieving, Lan WangJi brings a branding iron to his chest. He wants to scorch the soulmark away like Wei WuXian was scorched from his life. But he can’t. It’s the last thing that was left of his soulmate.

When WeiWuxian wakes up in a body that isn’t his, the soulmark is the first thing he checks. With great relief, he finds out the little white rabbit is still there. It’s connected to his soul after all. He rubs it with a soft smile, thinking of his soulmate, hoping they are safe.

Meeting Lan WangJi again in this life feels strange. It makes his heart beat fast in panic and fills him with contentment at the same time. He doesn’t understand why the man brings him to Cloud Recesses but he doesn’t have a choice but to follow him.

Seeing the scars on Lan WangJi’s back in the Cold Pond comes with a shock. Wei WuXian can’t imagine what he must have done to deserve such a punishment. Then Lan WangJi turns and Wei WuXian can see the soulmark on his chest. The little white rabbit just like his resting over his heart. The world turns upside down.

This was just a tiny something to warm myself up. Hopefuly more is coming

@mylastbraincql

[autisticstarseed]

lmaog m ymom is forcing my unstable chronic fatigue Gets Suicidal When My Sleep Schedule Gets Fucked Up Ass to stay up till literally 4 am bc her snoring causes me sensory overload and she ddoesnt fucking care and just refused to let me to go sleep first tonight and said im just gonna have to ‘’’’’’’deal with it’’’’’’ and i literally am so close to cutting bc sensory shit gets me so hard im like hitting and biting myself and i pulled out my pocket knife but its nnot even fucking sharp anymore so hwo cares i dont care i want to die but i dont care (i care immensely)

[mrs-falcon]

Vincent is finally getting his own ref sheet :3 This character is part of universe I created called "Shadows of the Real World", partly drawn, partly written complex story. Character created - 2017 (along with Raven) BASIC INFO: Current name: Vincent Jackson Former/Original name: Dmitry Sergeewich Trutliv (Дмирий Сергеевич Трутлив) (hopefuly english ppl will understand the pronounces xd ) - exhausted (looks like he's chill with almost everything) - can get easily mad/upset - quite slim figure after his mother - can be a loving parent/partner - caring about others he loves - hates his father - took care of Raven he'd found on streets Family: - father: Sergei Vasileevich Trutliv (Сергей Василеёвич Трутлив) (Black Yukon wolf) - mother: Alexandra Antonovna Trutliv (Александра Антоновна Трутлив) (Arctic x Eurasian wolf) - "stepmother": Melanie Manson (Shiba inu dog) - half-brother: Frederich Manson (Black Yukon wolf x Shiba inu dog) - partner: Sherab Azuki (irbis) - daughter: Rozaline Jackson (hybrid) Gender: male Age: 40 years (from the beginning of the written story) Height: 190 cm Species: inclination to Eurasian wolf Spoken languages: - native: Russian - first foreign language: English (American) - second foreign language: Japanese Born country: Russia Currently living in: USA Job: (currently) security guard in metal factory DETAILED HISTORY: [*WARNING - following text contains lots of triggers and mature stuff (such as abuse mention, violence, character's trauma mention,...), please read at your own risk] Born in a cage? First what Vincent, formerly Dmitry, remembers is aggressive voice going toward his mother. His father was a rich (yes - rich, not wealthy) and very famous person in his country for his position - Sergei was a successful communistic leader, business man and ... a professional rook. Living on far east part of Russia wasn't easy and, of course, not cheap. Thanks to Sergei's intelligence and extensive contacts he could easily manipulate with all people in his region, which led to exploitation of the lower classes working under his control, making Sergei's life much more "rich". However, a typical successful businessman has to have a perfect partner, right? Sergei's and Alexandra's encounter was a pure coincidence - Sergei needed a proper wife who would do anything according to her husband, Alexandra needed a man who would take care of her and financially secure her. Alexandra was a very young lady from a poor family. But what was worse than living from hand to hand was her untreated illness - fragile bones, fragile mind and a slowly growing cancer - that all was a secret Sergei never found out about. And due to Sergei's aggression and growing presure from his work and political position, Alexandra had to suffer slowly... and no-one could do anything about it. Not every home is the best After Alexandra gave birth to her son, Dmitry, she became even more fragile and exhausted. Her husband didn't care anymore, he only did his best to keep himself as a successful person in strangers' eyes. And because of that Alexandra had to gave up on her faith, who's a Orthodox Christian, and started to centralize around Vincent, her only hope. However, even in presence of their only child Sergei didn't hesitate to relieve his aggression on his wife. Alexandra was helpless - she could not leave without Dmitry, without money, without her own strength. Alexandra suffered five more years until she finally reached her prayed heaven, leaving her only son behind... Since Alexandra gave bith to her son, her health condition became worse, every day, and with this thought Sergei blamed little Dmitry from Alexandra's death and started developing aggression towards him. Little Dmitry, confused by why his father started hating him so much, tried to enjoy his free days somewhere outside. However, making friends with their long lasting rivals, tigers, was not acceptable, right? Little Dmitry learned another hurtful lesson. It took long time for Dmitry to get used to this life - he hated it, but he could not hate his birth country... which was taken away from him another five years later. Sergei could not handle the situation of his low class employees who finally after so many years started a revolution. Sergei's and Dmitry's home was in a centre of revolution - bricks broke the windows, fire engulfed the furniture... Sergei and Dmitry had to literally run away from this place, once called home, and run away from their country. Better start? America - a place of golden streets, a place of free lands. That was Sergei's new target. But was is exactly as he dreamd of? As other immigrants Sergei and Dmitry lived in crowded flats filled with filth and limited basic life needs. Dmitry was tangled to his father's back luck, whether he wanted it or not. But his father had still contacts. After few months they could move into a large, already rotten and almost fell apart, building with no-one around. Sergei saw a new change, Dmitry only worse start. His father started to get bored of his son's company and started neglect his son even more than before. Dmitry was sick of his new life, worse that before, but Dmitry's new "mother" was even bigger nightmare than he could imagine - a simple streetwalker only few years older than him. However, young people can get surprisingly mean. After Sergei's new mate, Melanie, found out about his fundations, she started to make a plan how to force Sergei leave all of his legacy for her. Best idea? Give him a better heir than Dmitry was. Get onto your own feet Dmitry could not handle the current situation in his life and decided to run away from his abuse father and his new rival. But who would accept a half-wild wolf cup in thier nest? With people's prejudices Dmitry started calling streets his new home since he had no other choice. And returning to his father? He would rather die than that. It didn't take Dmitry long to understand money are a key to, at least, standart life. But due to his low age no-one would employ a kid into their business... except for black markets and perverts. Ready or not, Dmitry knew living only from garbage wouldn't keep him alive for long. As a shadow, as a no longer officially existing person, Dmitry started making money through "gentle work" which left a great trauma on him. However, his first luck appeared - his body started to get features after his father and Dmitry started getting offers for street fighting. It wasn't exactly the best, but definitely better that his previous experience. "Vincent... now this sounds like a fighter!" Now Vincent earned his new identity and could finally afford a smaller flat and a proper food. He visited his "family" only few times since that. After that, he tried to focuse on his new, hopefully better, life. Luck! Luck! Luck! But that doesn't last forever With higher earnings everything went much more smooth. Vincent asked for asylum in a new region for young adults who aspired to find a job a leave the place as soon as possible. The workers of that place gave him few tips for work with recommendation. Another long years of his life Vincent kept up like a security guard. Was it a coincidence or not? The same working place was requested for a quite young female irbis immigrant, Vincent's future life partner - Sherab Azuki. Both of them did not honour the ancient traditions since Azuki was brought up by pair of ibex. Vincent knew this will be his life partner and tried his best to not lose her - he learned Japanese, found another two jobs for better earnings and even bought their own flat, that all only for his beloved Azuki. At the top of it, the pair was lucky to have their common child - Rozaline, tehir sweet Rose. Vincent could not even express his excitement and joy for his new, true family. His daughter and partner gave him new energy for their future life. Vincent tried to do his best he could, tried to be better father then his was. However, Vincents death number appeared once again... After the wolf came back from his work, he could not believe his eyes - Rose and Azuki were murdered. Who could do that? Someone who feared ancestros such as Vincent and Azuki were? Someone who did not accept hybrids? Someone who new Vincent was related to Sergei? There were so many options yet no-one could finds the true sinner of this terrible crime. Waiting for death The new energy quickly vanished, Vincent lost all of his jobs, his flat, his new hope. What did he do wrong for such terrible things that happened to him? Lost in emptiness of his inner world and left with despair, Vincent didn't try to continue in his life. Isolated at the far edge of the large city, somewhere in the middle of ruins, he waited for death to consume him. To quicken his "process" he started damaging his organs, especially lungs. But to the wolf's surprise his younger brother, now successful businessman like their father was, offered him a help. Vincent didn't trust his half-brother, but Frederich's current power over regions forced Vincent to join him. What an irony they ended up in the same place where it all began - in the old rotten building, now one of the greatest and high productionable metal factories in northern part of USA. Vincent wasn't surprised that this all inherited Frederich, now that their father is gone. But why so sudden? Even though Vincent was offered a job and a place to live, his current life was like a street's rat - hidding from the world and waiting for death... That all changed a young cat Vincent found behind the factory almost death, yet still breathing... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Even tho Vincent's past was more drastic, Vincent's and Raven's lives are somehow very alike... This kind of "storytelling" leaves a lots of quetions. Does the Sergei's death and Vincent's murdered family have a connection? And what about Frederich? We haven't heard much of him in this post... Artwork, Vincent, story & SotRW (universe) © MrsFalcon (FalconFeatherTheCat) (me)

[cherry-ber]

Stay the night ; l.t.y

It was raining when he arrived. You opened the door and found him shivering, his clothes were wet and his hair fell over his beautiful face. You couldn't help but put your hands on your mouth as soon as you saw him, moving immediately out the door to let him in.

“oh my God, are you okay?” you asked worried, he only shook his head and started taking of his hoodie and shoes.

Last time you two spoke, he was yelling at you after an argument got a little bit heated. That was a week ago. It wasn't even an important thing to discuss, Taeyong just got jealous of you going out with Mark to bring coffee for him and the rest of the members. To be fair, he had been waiting a long time to have some time alone with you, so when he found out you left with Mark just as he finally finished recording his verse on a new song, he couldn't help but feel left alone. Mark himself was a little bit too touchy for Taeyong's liking,although he knew he didn't mean to make a move on you, he was his friend and he was a very respectful boy, but still he acted cold after you arrived, he didn't talk to you at all after his practice finished, and he told you he was canceling your date plans because he was tired. You didn't think much of it, and you told him you were going home already so he could have some sleep.

“Tell Mark to go with you” Snarky. He said it in a somewhat aggressive way, yet he stayed calmed.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” You were not a very patient person, and you didn't like it when someone talked to you like that, and certainly not your boyfriend.

He rolled his eyes as he was turning to face you, and looked at you firmly. “I said, tell Mark to go with you, since you’d rather be with him than be with your boyfriend”. You understood right there, he wasn't tired, he was being petty over a small think. He was being ridiculous, and even though you wanted to tell him it was a misunderstanding, he got in your nerve real quick, and you were as annoying and stubborn as he was, and even more.

“You jealous?” you didn't even think about it, you asked raising your brow, he started walking out of your way, he knew he screwed up and he didn't want to put you in a bad mood, but he was pissed, and you wanting to fight only made it worse.

“Just leave already” he said walking out of his room, leaving you alone. You wanted to cry, you were furious at this point. You grabbed your purse, and some of your clothes that were at his place and went downstairs.

You found him in the living room, sitting on the single couch, with Mark sitting on the big couch, smiling as soon as he saw you coming on his way, but immediately serious as he saw some tears forming in your eyes, looking at Taeyong for an explanation, he stood up wanting to confort you but he felt your boyfriend's deathly look on him and stopped. Taeyong was worried too, and his heart pounded harder when he saw that you were carrying your stuff, not wearing his hoodie. 

“Don't fucking call me ever again” you said quietly, hoping that your voice wouldn't crack. And so he did, he didn't call you the next day, or the day after that. You knew that you were wrong too, but you wouldn't just call him crying, you were too proud to do that, and he was too, apparently.

“I'm sorry I didn't call before I came, I wasn't sure you would pick up” he said, his voice was deep and husky, and you felt guilty, but you were also mad again.

“You should have, though” remembering your fight, you continued “I told you not to fucking do it, I guess”

He let out a giggle “You did”. You gave him the blanket you were using, he was shirtless and wanting to take his pants off too, they were dripping and he must have been cold. You went to your room, where you had a set of pajamas you bought him for when he slept over, and gaved it to him so he could get changed and hopefuly wouldn’t catch a cold. 

“Listen, I don't want to be mean but I wasn't expecting you, could you leave when it stops raining?” you were still hurted that he treated you like that for such a small thing.

“I was wondering if you would let me stay the night, but you don't have to do it if you're not okay with that” he came closer to you “Babe, i'm incredibly sorry, I shouldn't have told you that, I shouldn't have been such a jerk, it was so dumb, even Mark hates me right now, I treated you both like shit and it was just so immature”

You liked Taeyong because he was caring, he was indeed very mature, and he knew how to learn from his mistakes, so you knew he was being sincere, you could see it on his eyes. 

“Are you really sorry?” you asked in a squeaky voice. Sometimes he made you feel small, he knew it and he loved it.

“I am deeply sorry Y/N” you cupped his face in your hands and kissed his lips softly. He directed your hands to the back of his neck and kissed you deeply, holding your waist and drawing small circles on your back. You pulled him closer, and so did he, leading you to your sofa and letting you down on it, deepening the kiss even more, but you pushed him away to take a deep breathe.

“Then you can stay the night” you assured him and put his hand on your cheek, giving him small kisses on his whole face. “I missed you a lot”

He laughed and kissed your hands. “I'll make it up to you, you'll see” as he started leaving kisses on your neck.

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Okay this took so long to write and it probably is trash but I never give attention to my boi ty and I just had to. Anyway if u want to leave submissions my requests r open lol so please request.

[dearanemone]

a song for each arc/layer/part of linger?

I wrote an answer to this and it got deleted because my explorer refreshed and so now I’m writing it again but it won’t be nearly as good. *BIG SIGHS*

Anygay,

As I said the first time, it is absolutely unfair to make me pick only three songs. I mean, you do now my Spotify playlist for Linger has over a hundred songs, right? And there are still a shit ton of songs not included in the official playlist because I told myself I needed to stop, right?

Well, I stared at this ask for days, telling myself that I wouldn’t just stick with Nothing But Thieves, but truth is this could have never gone any other way.

Act I: Real Love Song

When I first listened to this, I got goosebumps. I basically just actually saw Laurent. The whole damn story played in my head like a music video and I just felt in my bones this was about him. The music builds up to a point where it’s just dead-ass insanity, and Conor’s emotions hit a peak when he manages to hold an unbelievable high note for what seems a lifetime right at the end.

This is a sad song, so sad / Aching like it's more than I can take sad / I cried so hard I died sad / Losing all that's making me human inside sad

I picked this song for Act I because it represents a lot of who Laurent is at the beginning and what the game was going to become. His emotions are so intense, especially on the first part of the story, and we get a glimpse of his impulsive tendencies that will actually only get worse and worse as time goes.

This is a love song, so what? / Did it slide into your heart? I guess not / I still want your love a whole lot / Have you heard a better song? Oh, I hope not

Act II: Impossible

The thing about Act II is that is very, very broad. It’s the longest part of the story and it takes up YEARS of Lo&Damen’s chronological lives. So many things happen, both good and bad, and it would be very unfair to just choose a song.

But then again, since we start it off with The Italian Arc and that’s one of the loveliest moments they have, I did go with Impossible. Plus, the more I read the lyrics, the more I realize how much it tells of the story and what will happen next in terms of emotional development of the characters.

Love, it stings and then it laughs / At every beat of my battered heart / The sudden jolt, a tender kiss / I know I'm gonna die of this / And that's because

Conor sings it beautifully, too. It’s such a hopeful song in contrast of Real Love Song, and that’s exactly what Act II should feel like: hopeful against the pain. Hopeful against the odds.

I'll take the smooth with the rough / Feels so fucked up to be in love / Another day, another night / Stuck in my own head but you pull me out / You pull me out

Act III: Free If We Want It

The lyrics speak for themselves. Act III is short in comparison to Act II. It is also...not the happiest. Too much has happened. Too many words have been said but none of the important ones. Choices have to be made, without a clue of what’s the best course of action. How to get that happy ending?

But it is ultimately about accepting the journey they’ve had and realizing that, yes, it could have been better. They could have made better choices. But this is what they have now. So will they play one last game or let it all go to hell?

I didn't decide / I love you despite myself / You pulled me out of who I'd been, know what I mean? / I'm not a saint / I've got no faith to lose, only to gain / At least I can dream

Conor said in many interviews he left a part of himself while singing that song. A part he doesn’t want back. I believe that. He sings it with such passion and overrall melancholy and just....honesty. It’s so honest. You can hear the truth in his voice and it’s just not about being hopefuly anymore or being willing to do what it takes to love the other person. It’s about an ending.

Whatever it is now, whatever happens, it has to end. 

I walk beside, I walk beside myself / To see what's left of you and me / And what it means / If it goes wrong / I'll reassure myself, I knew all along / At least it was real, it was real

As the song fades, the backing vocals go “Don’t look back, keep going.” And that is just basically it.

These are too many words, really. And I’m SORRY, you probably expected something way better. But this is the truth that lays in the bottom of my heart. I tried to make it the least spoiler-ish I could, so I know it’s pretty vague, but just come back to this post when Linger is completed on ao3 and you’ll get all the feelings lolol.

Thank you so much for the ask. I love music too much for my own good. Someone needs to stop me.

[akane171]

Solitude IS pretty nice...😍😍🙈

And ohhhhh, sounds interesting! Esp. the part where Kara punched a Doc for harassing her🤣🤣 Mon sounds very interesting, too! Were you thinking more along the lines of S2 or S3 Mon (or a totally different version?) cause that kinda sounds fitting for his S3 self🤔🤔

Well, the crazy part is for sure, just didn't expect birds to be your chosen animal🤔😉

...Now you are making me worry about the animals around you😅 Lol, please let's not put animals and humans into the same category, animals are so much better 😉😉🙈

Lol, absolutely! Like, they were SO living the married-couple-life, no wonder Thara (...and Alura...and pretty much everyone) thought they were a thing for sure😅🙈 And yeah, I love robots, but THAT robot can just go run out of batterie or sth😖

Wait, on that note just a random thought rn (and kinda because your Maya&Kao idea kinda lives rent-free in my chaotic mind), but imagine what could have been if their future kid(s) had shown up when Karamel was on Argo😱🙈

From what I've seen, nearly everyone in that fandom was pissed, tho tbh even tho I only ever watched clips of that ship due to YouTube recommendations, even I was perplexed about how the heck they screwed THAT ship over... Like, I thought Karamel got screwed but Bellarke seems to have drawn an even shorter stick😅😅🙈🙈😖

Haha, thanks?😅🤣

Omg, Cat, Alura, Rhea and Lillian? That's worse/better than the end of the world🤣😖🤣 The only thing that could make it even worse/better is putting show!Lar Gand, Maxwell Lord, Lex Luthor and Morgan Edge into that room, too😅😅🙈

Oh no, your muse didn't have even the good grace to take you with her?😖😅🙈😉 Ehhh, my writing's been pretty screwed lately...😅 I managed a few sentences here and there but nothing I'm truly happy with, didn't even bother trying to continue the next chapter on my unfinished fic and I'm still growing new ideas like a bunch of weeds in my head😫 Plus, I don't really have time anyway, soooo🙈 Nope, definitely not better on my side😅

...🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ ...In my defense, I said I'll TRY, made no promises and I never ever claimed to not be an idiot 🤣🤣🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🙈🙈

Haha, thanks, hope you had and awesome day too and hey, week's nearly done💃🏻💃🏻

XXX

IT IS. I love being alone with my brain. Best fic ideas come to me on time like that xD

More like his s3 I guess? Like a man escaping his family or work. Maybe an ex soldier, healing from his experiences. Or just a dude having enough of coorporation life and his family.

So, in your humble opinion, what kind of animal would be my chosen?

Agreed that animals are better than humans, no argument here, but did you ever have mice at your house? I bet you didn't. =='

And Alura said he makes her happy TT And Mon said he can't lose her again. And thanks writers for completly fucking shit up :)))))

Also, i would love to see Zor El being there. Can't decide if he would be overproctive father or bieng best pals with Mon-El xD

That would be a otal... confusion? But they would appear there with a plan to make their parents a thing or by accident?

I mean, I have seen pics, was pals with their shippers but never really felt the chemistry, thrill whatever. Sucks to be thei fans, but welcome in the club of fucked up ships fans *shrugs* Plus, it seems the show didn't make any sense anyway, just like SG in s5-6.

You are welcome

Hmm, ladies vs dudes, older generation edition. Sounds brutal. But maybe it would be better for another AU. Lawyer firm? Music industry?

She's a bitch after all. Oh well, I know teh pain, i guess all fic writers went through this shit when the writing just doesn't look good. So, dunno, survive, keep calm and hopefuly future will bring your muse back. Or something.

So, in a way, you are worse than karamel saying sorry. Yay for you!

Almost weekend, that's the only thing that keeps me alive.

[jrpneblog]

An inevitable end.

North End parted company today (Sunday 21st March 2021) with manager, Alex Neil, with the club in an increasingly downard spiral in this seasons Championship. Whether that decision will prove to be the right one still remains to be seen as North End face their most crucial 8 games for many years.

Alex Neil came to Deepdale in the Summer of 2017 after guiding Norwich into the Premiership and also getting Hamilton Academical promoted in Scotland. Neil took over at Hamilton at just 32 years old and was a month short of his 35th birthday when he got Norwich promoted in 2016. No wonder, then, that North End were tempted to appoint the lad from Bellshill at just 36 years old. Now, just three months short of his 40th birthday it has all gone South for Neil at Deepdale as the football managerial bandwagon rolls once more. A decent squad was left by Simon Grayson when he left for Sunderland in the Summer of 2017 and in his first season Alex Neil took North End to 7th place in the Championship just three points away from taking 6th spot. Teams below us at that time included Leeds, Norwich City and Sheffield United. How things can change in football in hardly time at all. The following season. 2018-19 we were going quite well but not quite up to the previous seasons standard. Unfortunately we won just one of the last eight games and finished a disappointing fourteenth. Neil had to suffer the fate of every previous Preston manager in having his best players sold and trying to find replacements from lower divisions or on the cheap. 2019-20 started well but after Xmas we started to wobble a little, nevertheless we were in sixth position when Football, and everything else for that matter, closed down in the middle of March 2020. Football resumed just under three months later but North End won only two of their last nine games and ended the season finishing a disappointing ninth. The issues with tactics and team selection were furnishing more and more debate through the fan base and as this season started it was a very much a wait and see situation. North End had a disaster at home losing the first five league games at Deepdale and it was only the fact that we drew at Norwich and then won at Brentford, QPR, Huddersfield and Reading that gave us a decent points total early on in the season. As time went by the home record improved slightly but the away record deteriorated a little faster. The performances, particularly at home were getting worse and worse. A shocker of a defeat at Wycombe in the Cup, with a much changed team, was followed by the manager telling the assembled media that they should now know why these players dont get selected regularly. Man management and motivation at its worst in my opinion. It was downhill from then on and by the time we lost 0-4 at Cardiff, missing two penalties, I`m afraid my patience was at an end. North End played a further seven league games before they dispensed with Neil`s services but are now left with eight games to go and at least six points required. 

From the club statement it appears the intention is for Frank McAvoy to assume the reins untils the end of the season supported by the current backroom staff. It is twelve days before North End`s next game which is at home to Norwich on Good Friday. With a trip to Swansea on Easter Monday and Brentford coming to Deepdale on April 10th it is a really tough start for the caretaker and McAvoy must somehow galvanise his charges to get these points that we so desperately need. I am old enough to remember us going down in 1981, very unluckily by the way, and it took us nineteen years to get back into the Championship. There has been, and will be, much talk about the role that the Football Consultant and the Owner have played in the demise on Alex Neil. These are genuine questions that need to be answered and a different strategy off the field is something North End much look at seriously in the Summer. 

So North End sack their first manager since Graham Westley in February 2013. It has to be said that Alex Neil has brought some stability to the club during his tenure, however that stability is now teetering on the brink and I guess the outcome was always going to be inevitable. In the mean time it is time for all at Deepdale to take a huge breath and prepare for that massive game on Good Friday. As far as Alex Neil is concerned I sincerely wish him well in the future and thank him for all his work at Preston North End over the last three and three-quarter years.I have no doubt we will see him back in football sooner rather than later and he will, hopefuly, get a very warm reception should he return to Deepdale.

[dancingalone21]

On The House

Summary: The reader stands out to Jensen in more ways than one on Halloween day.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Halloween Request: @supernaturalismalife

A/N: deleted this by mistake. ugh. sorry if i already tagged you. <3

~

“Hurry up, mom!” Your six year old daughter giggles with delight as she skips down the sidewalk in her Supergirl costume.

“Amy, you need to chill.” You laugh out, picking up the pace so you’re not too far behind her.

The amount of energy Amy has on a daily basis baffles you and it’s even worse today. Trick or treating hasn’t even happened yet and she’s already full of too much Halloween candy.

A nearby neighborhood always throws a fun street party for the kids in Austin. It’s your first time here but it’s been a good day and Amy certainly likes bouncing around to each activity. Finally getting to rest a bit, you stand off to the side and watch as she gets her face painted.

“Nice shirt.” The deep tone of voice you hear makes your entire body breakout in goosebumps. You panic for a split second, if this is your reaction without seeing the man it belongs to then what will happen when you do?

“Thanks.” Your cheeks immediately become flushed once your eyes land on him. Of course you assumed he was attractive but nothing could of prepared you for this.

The sparkling hazel eyes, the tan kissed skin, the light freckles, the charming as hell smirk. The sight before you almost becomes too much, you’ve never had such a strong physical reaction before in a matter of seconds.

"Can I ask where you got it?" The man questions curiously, almost as if you shouldn't be wearing the brewery t-shirt. Strange.

"My neighbor Kelly works there. She gave it to me yesterday." You answer softly, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I've never been there though so I can't tell you if it's any good."

"I see." He replies looking amused as he watches you closely.

The light scruff covering his strong jawline barely allows you any time to breathe, you cast your eyes down for relief but those god damn bowlegs sends you over the edge.

"So what's your name?" He speaks louder this time like he's trying to get your attention. Probably because you don't trust yourself to make eye contact with him again right now.

"Y/N." You quickly glance at him with a smile before returning your gaze back to the face painting booth.

"I'm Jay." He chuckles getting a kick out of your reaction. The fact that you're actively looking everywhere but at him makes him smirk. You're absolutely gorgeous and he's dying to find out what makes you tick.

"By the way...the brewery hasn't opened yet, Y/N." Jay informs you. "But I can guarantee that it'll be bad ass so you should definitely check it out."

"Maybe I will." You grin at him, finally gaining a little more confidence with the creature next to you.

"Yeah totally. Your first beer will even be on the house." He adds with a flirty wink, that simple movement making you weak in the knees.

"Well that doesn't sound very profitable." You giggle without thinking. "Let's hope the owner knows what he's doing."

Jay throws his head back with an infectious cackle, causing you to shake your head at his laughter. You're slightly confused on why he's cracking up but you just go with it. You're sure he gets away with all kinds of behavior with that intoxicating voice and personality.

"I'm actually the owner." Jay tells you before licking his lips. "And you're the only exception, everyone else has to pay for their beer."

"Oh." You're even more embarrassed than before but luckily Jay's comforting presence makes you feel better.

"So yeah. It doesn't open for a few more weeks but...um..." Jay hesitates, a flash of uncertainty crosses his face but he quickly makes it disappear.

"But I'd really like to see you before then, Y/N. Can I take you out sometime?"

"Um." You stiffen at his words, barely able to think nevermind answer him.

Did he really just say that? Did you imagine it? You probably fucking imagined it. Unfortunately your dumb ass waits too long to snap out of it because you notice his hopefuly expression just fall. Fuck.

"I'd love to!" You rush out, instantly giving you both a sense of relief after that awkwardness.

"Awesome." Jay delivers without skipping a beat, moving closer to you as if you can handle that. As if he's not a breathtakingly beautiful specimen that shouldn't even exist.

"I can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N." He whispers with a smirk.

~

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[outthawed]

okay, so-

HEWWO ;w;

This is just yet another post explaining what’s been going on with me, obviously if you don’t care about all that then don’t feel any pressure to read it, haha! You can just skip to the tl;dr at the end for the basics too. (crossposted from my main rp blogs. actually I don’t think I’ve done a good job on here letting people know what’s been going on so... sorry. >< ><)

But anyway.

Uhhhh so I made another post about coming back and proceeded to vanish again… I’m sorry >< It’s the same shit as always, I’m just hugely struggling with motivation.

Pretty much every time I’ve said my depression seems to be getting better, right after that I seem to hit a new low, lmao… and every time I genuinely intend to get back working on my writing (and make a post saying so) it just seems to come back with a vengeance. university has made this SO much worse as well, like unbelievably so, but. I’m working on that. >~<

So anyway. I’m hoping this’ll be the last of the posts I make like this, because it’s pretty much always the same thing anyway lol. BUT basically - I’m not gonna say that I’m coming back (as in like, being on here consistently) for certain, because I… cannot honestly promise that, otl. As is probably obvious; as much as I genuinely intend to, I cannot predict myself and my motivation/depression spirals well enough, otl ><. BUT with that said, I want to get back to writing! I really do! And I’m gonna at least try to get back to posting on here again.

I’ve just moved over to new medication and so far it’s done a fantastic job at basically completely knocking me out all day lmao, but strong side effects aside I’m feeling cautiously hopeful, since I’ve only just started it and it seems to wrok for a lot of people. And I’m on the waiting list for CBT and to see a psychiatrist so HOPEFULY uni aside that should all help make a difference too.

I want to move to updating more slowly but regularly, so while my replies might take longer to come out, they’ll hopefully come out more predictably and I’ll be around more to keep people updated with what’s going on. That’s my idea of a plan, anyway!

TL;DR: Same post as always, and I really hope it doesn’t come across as too self-pitying otl >< >< Getting it off my chest in a weird way kind of helps because it feels less like I’m constantly making and breaking promises when I explain what’s going on, haha

I don’t think I mentioned it on this post yet, but feel free to ask if you want to add my discord ^^ Just let me know what your username is or I’ll get confused as to who’s who!

[purposevowed]

okay, so-

HEWWO ;w;

This is just yet another post explaining what’s been going on with me, obviously if you don’t care about all that then don’t feel any pressure to read it, haha! You can just skip to the tl;dr at the end for the basics too. (this is the same post as on my hisu blog, so if you’ve read it there there’s nothing new.)

But anyway.

Uhhhh so I made another post about coming back and proceeded to vanish again… I’m sorry >< It’s the same shit as always, I’m just hugely struggling with motivation.

Pretty much every time I’ve said my depression seems to be getting better, right after that I seem to hit a new low, lmao… and every time I genuinely intend to get back working on my writing (and make a post saying so) it just seems to come back with a vengeance. university has made this SO much worse as well, like unbelievably so, but. I’m working on that. >~<

So anyway. I’m hoping this’ll be the last of the posts I make like this, because it’s pretty much always the same thing anyway lol. BUT basically - I’m not gonna say that I’m coming back (as in like, being on here consistently) for certain, because I… cannot honestly promise that, otl. As is probably obvious; as much as I genuinely intend to, I cannot predict myself and my motivation/depression spirals well enough, otl ><. BUT with that said, I want to get back to writing! I really do! And I’m gonna at least try to get back to posting on here again.

I’ve just moved over to new medication and so far it’s done a fantastic job at basically completely knocking me out all day lmao, but strong side effects aside I’m feeling cautiously hopeful, since I’ve only just started it and it seems to wrok for a lot of people. And I’m on the waiting list for CBT and to see a psychiatrist so HOPEFULY uni aside that should all help make a difference too.

I want to move to updating more slowly but regularly, so while my replies might take longer to come out, they’ll hopefully come out more predictably and I’ll be around more to keep people updated with what’s going on. That’s my idea of a plan, anyway!

TL;DR: Same post as always, and I really hope it doesn’t come across as too self-pitying otl >< >< Getting it off my chest in a weird way kind of helps because it feels less like I’m constantly making and breaking promises when I explain what’s going on, haha

I don’t think I mentioned it on this post yet, but feel free to ask if you want to add my discord ^^ Just let me know what your username is or I’ll get confused as to who’s who!

[lostinfabrications]

okay, so-

HEWWO ;w;

This is just yet another post explaining what’s been going on with me, obviously if you don’t care about all that then don’t feel any pressure to read it, haha! You can just skip to the tl;dr at the end for the basics too. (okay this is crossposted from my rp main blogs - but I don’t think i’ve been doing as good a job at keeping you guys here updated. sorry >< ><)

But anyway.

Uhhhh so I made another post about coming back and proceeded to vanish again… I’m sorry >< It’s the same shit as always, I’m just hugely struggling with motivation.

Pretty much every time I’ve said my depression seems to be getting better, right after that I seem to hit a new low, lmao… and every time I genuinely intend to get back working on my writing (and make a post saying so) it just seems to come back with a vengeance. university has made this SO much worse as well, like unbelievably so, but. I’m working on that. >~<

So anyway. I’m hoping this’ll be the last of the posts I make like this, because it’s pretty much always the same thing anyway lol. BUT basically - I’m not gonna say that I’m coming back (as in like, being on here consistently) for certain, because I… cannot honestly promise that, otl. As is probably obvious; as much as I genuinely intend to, I cannot predict myself and my motivation/depression spirals well enough, otl ><. BUT with that said, I want to get back to writing! I really do! And I’m gonna at least try to get back to posting on here again.

I’ve just moved over to new medication and so far it’s done a fantastic job at basically completely knocking me out all day lmao, but strong side effects aside I’m feeling cautiously hopeful, since I’ve only just started it and it seems to wrok for a lot of people. And I’m on the waiting list for CBT and to see a psychiatrist so HOPEFULY uni aside that should all help make a difference too.

I want to move to updating more slowly but regularly, so while my replies might take longer to come out, they’ll hopefully come out more predictably and I’ll be around more to keep people updated with what’s going on. That’s my idea of a plan, anyway!

TL;DR: Same post as always, and I really hope it doesn’t come across as too self-pitying otl >< >< Getting it off my chest in a weird way kind of helps because it feels less like I’m constantly making and breaking promises when I explain what’s going on, haha

I don’t think I mentioned it on this post yet, but feel free to ask if you want to add my discord ^^ Just let me know what your username is or I’ll get confused as to who’s who!