#i cannot imagine expert. youre insane

[dangermousie]

After ep 6, I am convinced monster daddy is going to use Ri Ta as a leash on Do Ha to do whatever he wants him to (kill royal family? something else insane?) A man who yearns to die, as long as it's honorably, has no levers to pull (I think that is part of daddy's issues with ML.) A man who cares for a woman, especially an enemy woman who would be beheaded if her identity is out - oh boy, it's a whole lever store.

I love how the sequence starts with the usual fucked up "taste my food" thing (the fact that Do Ha's done this for hundreds and thousands of meals explains so much about his attitude - imagine not knowing if you will live or die twice, thrice a day - every day for YEARS!!! That alone could drive someone mad.)

I mean, a servant is right there - the mansion is teeming with servants. Any of them could taste test; heck an animal could! But nope.

Anyway, this is the best part of that meal because Daddy has decided it's time to tighten the screws. First he starts with "oh, wounded shoulder, hmmm..." and the way Do Ha's attention sharpens...

And then daddy sends guards to supposedly search for stolen jewelry and - shocking - they find it in her room!

Ri Ta's spine is INSANE.

Daddy can torture his son in new and exciting way! Whatever Silla equivalent of Christmas is has just came early for the old psycho!

I started making whale noises when Do Ha who has never expressed even the tiniest protest when made to be a poison tester actually stands up for her. We have NEVER seen him stand up for himself, but he stands up for her! And he is no idiot, he knows he's handing over his leash to daddy, but she's too important to him.

"No way!!!!!" smirks daddy!

Do Ha is getting more and more desperate and he knows it's a trap but he cannot avoid it.

Oooof!!!! Whoever Do Ha murdered in the past, I hope Daddy ended up one of them.

And then he calls Do Ha for a meeting and "let's slip" that he's suspicious the maid is Gaya's general's daughter. If the man was a chef, he'd have Michelin stars because he's the world's most expert slow cook. He has clearly designed this whole insanity as an experiment to see how far Do Ha will go for her.

(Are you doubting your own father asks the monster. Someone is having a BLAST!)

[danhengkisser]

studio ghibli x honkai star rail ↳ ft. dan heng as ashitaka

warnings blood, gorey(ish), not proofread synopsis your life in dan heng's hands, but he looks insanely gorgeous doing so.

your body was thrown onto the rough ground. a sharp pain pierces your body and your breathing becomes shallow. dan heng pins you to the ground with his spear, the glint of the blade blinding your sight. 

“why did you stop me?” he looks down at you, his face coated in a rage. you feel lightheaded and can barely move a limb. it’s not often he shows a display such as this— despite this, you are captivated by his appearance. you cannot help but notice the graze on his face, and you imagine yourself wiping the blood off his cheek.

and so you try.

you reach your hand out, but when you do, you feel a sharp pain throughout your upper body. dan heng flinches. “stop.” he furrows his eyebrows, his voice coated with bitterness. “i should just kill you right now.”

he holds the spear closer to you, the tip of the blade is merely millimeters away from your body, and the slightest movement would pierce your skin. 

perhaps it’s the blood loss getting to you. despite being in a life or death situation, all you can think about is how pretty he looks right now, and how his black hair and turquoise eyes contrast.

pretty… you think

“you’re beautiful.” your thoughts slip past you. dan heng’s pupils dilate, he moves his spear away and staggers back. his grip on the spear completely loosens up and it falls to the ground, a loud clunk echoing throughout the field. 

it was true that dan heng has an unhinged side to himself, but he was an expert and maintaining a calm and stoic composure. he repeatedly told himself, don’t fall for their words. you know it’s not true.

the last thing you see is the sight of dan heng looking bewildered, and then your entire vision goes dark. 

the feeling in his chest is suffocating— the sight of you completely battered and beaten up. that was all his doing, so why is he feeling like this? 

his companion runs up to him and says, “dan heng! are they—” 

“don’t come near them.” he says with a harsh tone. he turns to his companion, staring daggers at them. 

“o-okay. i’ll, um, leave you to it then.” said companion hurriedly scurries away. 

dan heng looks back down at you and replays your words in his mind, you’re beautiful.

his cheeks were painted in red and his fists balled up.  it’s not often that dan heng is in a state like this, but his feelings for you brought chaos to his mind and made him uncertain of what to do next. dan heng removes his coat and places it on top of you, then you’d better live to tell me the truth.

[jessaerys]

Becoming a mysterious shy shy anon to ask you, my favorite meronia analyst, how you think Mello would react to someone desperately trying to get with Near. They are so so thirsty for the little cotton ball man and they are very loud and obvious about it. How do you think Mello would handle that?

firstables i am very flattered thank you im so very glad acquiring a PhD in 2008 yaoi is yielding results. i want to be modest about it but i am objectively so correct about them so i cannot. second of all this question is so so funny to me because mello insane toxic jealousy is a running joke between me and the bestie @firebuggg who is the resident mello expert and specialist and therefore my source for all of the research here presented. so.

i think it depends on the variables: in-canon timeline wammy’s era i don’t think mello would be able to tell the difference between the usual unhinged lifelong single-white-female-1992 freudian near-obsession repression and the unhinged (etc etc) sublimated near obsession repression: hell and violence on planet earth for seemingly no reason -edition.

so probably he’d find an unrelated excuse to get into a schoolyard fistfight with whoever was possibly paying more attention to near than usual (romantic interest never proven). L understands what is happening but this is far above his fatherbrotherhero paygrade thank you very much. let us all forget about this information and continue with the labyrinthian tests of his subjects i mean protegees 

during the kira-case realistically they were far too busy with life or death stakes and i cannot truly imagine this would take any of their time, considering near very deliberately chose to repress any emotions about mello’s death. (unrealistically: same as wammy’s but this time it includes kidnapping and intimidation. if pre-explosion: cokehead era mello is like: you’re sleeping with the fishes tonight. and they do)

post-kira case (taking into account any "mello survives" approach to canon of your choosing) post-recently established relationship mello would make it his life mission to manic-pixie-dream-boy the hell out of near and take him out to many fun adventures in the city (do not fall in love with people like him he will take you to museums and parks and monuments etc etc etc etc and when he leaves you will finally understand why storms are named after people)(god he would absolutely unironically identify with that quote. but we don’t have time to unpack all of that)

god sorry this is so long already and i have so much more to say. it's readmore time

where was i. right.

--many fun adventures in the City from obscure hole in the wall museums (near is delighted by the museum of interesting things and the new york transit museum [because. trains. mello complains the whole way there but ultimately has to begrudgingly admit it’s really cool.] and tears up in the mmuseumm on cortlandt and franklin because personally i think he would deeply connect with the mundane ephemeral humanity of it. he is learning that he loves being part of the world !!!!) to shopping trips (with L's inheritance. obviosuly) to nightclubs to weird art clubs to seedy comedy bars to sex-clubs (see hotd. s1e4 pleasure house scene)

because he has a huge fetish for watching near have new experiences and being the one who is giving them to him (:

ok are you still with me i promise i am getting somewhere. ok so we have established mello is gonna drag him out, right, and so he eventually will have to experience The Unforeseen Horrors (people hitting on near because he’s cute).

it’s initially hilarious until mello realizes with dawning horror that near has no idea that he is being hit on and is therefore exhibiting the slightlest bit of human interest in the aforementioned person hitting on him and it becomes a full on gevanni situation part two. (we don’t have time to get into the Gevanni Situation)

one day someone gets lucky and hits on near with a special-interest-related pick up line so a conversation with the previous dynamic ensues. kill bill sirens going off in mello’s head. the person in question asks who mello is and near goes “oh! that’s mello” instead of saying that’s his boyfriend and well that’s because they have not at any point discussed labels and this basically, well how do i put it lightly, becomes the equivalent of accidental nuclear warfare (shaking my head so you know i don’t support toxic jealousy. unless it’s funny)

long story short mello throws a hissy fit at the MET that near finds extremely ridiculous so he goes home on his own and mello experiences all nine stages of grief and cries in the sculpture garden and then decides he is going to disappear for an entire week and That Will Teach Near!!! but with no immediately place to go he sits angrily (with his sexy toned arms crossed over his chest and his tear-glowing classically beautiful ruddy face) on a bench just beneath a large greek statue of some greek twunk sitting with crossed arms (this is what we call visual comedy) 

some nyc photographer captures this top three worst moment of his life (first two being L’s death and exploding himself but this is right up there) and posts it online as one of those “life interacts with art” semi-meaningful photographs and it quickly gets picked up by the pinterest girlies much like guy drawing on the floor and subsequently by the tumblr girlies. it is immediately disconnected from the source and gets a 100k notes. 

now mello cannot go on tumblr without being callously reminded of the one time he was wronged by near spending twenty minutes talking about the SETI institute with a witty girl (he is a queer goth 20 year old in the mid 2010s of COURSE mello has an aesthetic n-fw tumblr pre pr-n ban era. you agree)

anyway near doesn’t get either the need for labels nor the jealous outrages because that’s literally Mello. there’s one (1) spot for a mello in his heart and it is mello-shaped. this is the most romantic thing mello has heard in his life. unfortunately that same logic can be used for why near doesn't get why it's a big deal if he wanted to hook up with someone else. it's not like they could take up the mello shaped spot in his heart. it's a big deal because mello will KHS hope that helps (:

ultimately years into their relationship near will break him down when they're older because he is a little learning machine and that includes sex. he needs enrichment. but it's gonna end up being like:

near: wow it was so hot when u were dancing with that girl. can i watch u fuck her :0 ← said like they're talking about dinner because he one hundred percent has voyeur potential. (mello is whipped and helpless to his bratty wiles) 

extremely hot mysterious bisexual guy with a huge dick you just danced with: wanna get outta here. my boyfriend wants to watch us ;) 

the boyfriend in question: looks like a lab rat turned 18 year old boy (near is 22. he will get carded until he’s 30)

sorry what was the question again

[blubushie]

Hi, Blu! I have a question for you. (I should preface that I'm American, for context.) I'm not a very big fan of guns- i've seen them do too much damage to vulnerable people over here. That said, I do understand that people like you depend on them to do their jobs and feed and defend themselves. I really respect you and your input on this sort of thing, so I was curious- What's your stance on automatic/semi-automatic weaponry? Some people here, right-wingers mostly, say that everyone should own an AK-47 and it's an acceptable firearm to use for home defense and hunting and such. I don't think those things should be used so lightly, if at all- a handgun for defense and a rifle or shotgun for hunting should be more than enough. Plus, I imagine something that powerful would rip, say, a deer to shreds and ruin the meat, but I'm far from an expert on such things.

This is a lot, so I'm going to pick this apart piece-by-piece. (Also, for the record: I was born in America and spent many years here and am currently living here. I'm well aware of what the culture is like pertaining to firearms, since some of that culture has rubbed off on me from my father.)

I'm not a very big fan of guns-

Firstly, we don't use the term "guns" on this blog, just firearms. My experience with guns is limited to air rifles and tranquiliser rifles. My experience with firearms is more extensive.

i've seen them do too much damage to vulnerable people over here.

Yes, firearms are dangerous. They're not toys.

That said, I do understand that people like you depend on them to do their jobs and feed and defend themselves.

You cannot use firearms for self-defence in Australia. You cannot use ANY weapon for self-defence in Australia because it creates a clause of "You left home HOPING for someone to test you." If you are attacked in Australia, be it with fists, knives, or firearms, you are fucked. If you can't defend yourself, you are fucked. The law will not save you. (And we wonder why we have a problem with stabbings.)

What's your stance on automatic/semi-automatic weaponry?

They're neat and I like them. My father owns an M16, rifles, handguns, and a few shotguns--all of which are semiautomatic. I can field strip a Glock 34 (a semiautomatic handgun) in about 10 seconds. In the US I've conceal carried an M1911 and a .38 Colt Detective Special. I've shot an M16 and an M2 Browning, both full auto. If you're coming to me and expecting me to have a disapproving opinion of automatic actions, you're going to be left disappointed.

In the US, you CANNOT OWN A FULLY AUTOMATIC WEAPON without an FFL--a federal firearms licence. Additionally you need a licence from your state of residence to permit you possessing the weapon, which includes a federal background check (already required for ALL FIREARMS PURCHASES in the US) plus fingerprinting. The requirements to get both of these licences are INSANELY difficult. There are very, VERY few people who own fully automatic weapons in the US, and none of them will jeopardise their licences by using their weapons for crime.

Some people here, right-wingers mostly, say that everyone should own an AK-47 and it's an acceptable firearm to use for home defense and hunting and such. I don't think those things should be used so lightly, if at all- a handgun for defense and a rifle or shotgun for hunting should be more than enough.

I'm not even going to acknowledge the bit about "right-wingers." Politics stay off the blog.

Additionally, I'm fairly certain that you're confusing an AR-15 for an AK-47. AK-47s are primarily collector's weapons. They don't see much use outside of "fun to shoot" and are not used for crime because of how few people own them--most are collectors.

If you mean the AR-15 platform, then you're also mistaken because they ARE incredible weapons both for hunting and home defence. They're incredibly adaptable including for people with physical disabilities (who, for example, may not be able to safely grip a handgun or handle the recoil of something like a semiauto shotgun but still should be able to defend themselves with a weapon that's easily braceable against their body, easily accessible and modifiable to their specific needs, and also semiautomatic so that all they have to do is take off the safety and pull the trigger).

A bolt-action rifle takes time to cycle the bolt. I'm a professional shooter and I keep my rounds topped off. The time it takes me to eject the bolt, reload, and send the bolt forward again to chamber a round is about 2 seconds but might take longer under the duress that someone would be experiencing when their life is actively in danger.

The majority of weapons crime in the US is done with illegally obtained firearms--primarily handguns, most of which are purchased off the black market or stolen. Currently every firearm purchase in the US requires a federal background check before it can be given to the buyer. In some states there's a waiting period (which studies have shown has done nothing to damper firearms crime). It's not lawfully abiding citizens going out there and committing mass shootings--it's a mentally ill culture that values clout over life, and a media that makes killers famous.

Plus, I imagine something that powerful would rip, say, a deer to shreds and ruin the meat, but I'm far from an expert on such things.

My parting words are an image. Here's a comparison of ammunition sizes. I shoot .30-06 Springfield. The AR-15 platform shoots 5.56x45, the AK-47 shoots 7.62x39.

My rifle will do far more traumatic damage to a deer--or a person--than an AR-15 or AK-47 ever would.

But AR-15s are great for shooting pigs.

[batsplat]

i think several things that impressed me the most is that acosta also has sprints to contend with, so double the work on the weekend compared to marc’s 2013 season. plus with modern aero dirty air is now a prevalent thing, which wasn’t so in 2013, so tyre management is crucial, of course, he still has to master that, but there are elders of the sport that still can do that (not naming names jack miller) and acosta is still doing better than them! ducati today has a super developed software that determines tyre wear, and that lead to the entire ducati lineup picking a soft at cota this year, and pedro has literally on his own picked the correct tyre, which was a medium. i know that the ducati’s most likely followed pecco’s lead, but they’ve all run race pace in practice, has not one of them felt dubious about the soft? this was a pretty great indicator of pedro’s instinctive understanding and feel for the tyres, the bike and the track conditions. and most importantly, pedro is already fighting a very competitive marc!

like, we don’t know how pedro would fare in a title fight rn, but we also cannot tell how mentally 2013 marc would have coped with not immediately being on the best bike and not fighting at the front.

don't really have much to say beyond, yeah, completely agree with all of this. how quickly he's gotten the hang of the tyre management is insanely impressive and was far from a given... look at how the moto2 field this year has been completely mixed up by the switch. he struggled basically for one race and since then, he's kept progressing

the austin thing was very funny to me yeah. I do vaguely get pecco's reasoning for his tyre choice, but obviously it's a sign of confidence to be willing to go your own way. the contrast with jorge martin is quite fun - despite jorge's general air of confidence verging on cockiness, he was spooked into making the wrong call and following pecco's lead. (admittedly, I imagine he doesn't trust his judgement as much as he perhaps should after the phillip island fiasco last year.) pedro didn't let himself get psyched out into the wrong call, he went a different way from all the ktm's, absolutely paid off for him

and yeah, the marc 2013 point is true... I think this is partly an expectation thing - if he'd been on a worse bike he probably would've handled it fine, I just reckon he would've crashed a lot. the sprint thing is another important reminder that different eras are just. very tough to compare. I think you can go two ways on this - on the one hand, pedro's definitely having to deal with more strain as a result of just how intense race weekends have become, plus he's only now trying out this format (unlike everyone else in the class who already did it last year). that being said, the experts seem to think that the best way to adapt to a bike is to actually ride it in race conditions, so it's not implausible that the sprints have allowed someone as talented as him to get to grips with the motogp bikes faster. it's tough to compare! all of these things are tough to compare! all we know for certain is that pedro is incredibly impressive and is going to go on to win a shit ton of stuff

[maniacal-butterfly]

Thoughts on Sheogorath: 1) The other Daedra thought he would be harmless, being the antithesis of the most powerful Prince, but they failed to account for the fact that Jyggalag’s power was not purely a part of his sphere 2) The Aedra and the Daedra had an arrangement, where the Aedra would give the Daedra a piece of Lorkhan to use as a foundation for imprisoning Jyggalag, so long as they promised they would keep that piece of Lorkhan in check. Sheogorath was grown from that piece.

Hi anon! Thanks for the asks! I want to prelude this by saying, I'm not in any shape an expert in TES lore. Which is why, before I answer your ask about kalpas (I'm guessing it's from you as well?), I'll take a refresher dive into uesp.

Now about the Sheo thoughts. Hope you don't mind the resulting wall of text you're going to get.

I always thought Jiggy to be closer to madness than he'd admit to be honest. There's insanity in wanting the world to follow perfect order and he'd need a crazy amount of denial not to realise mortals will not follow whatever statistics he may have planned for. In a world where people can become gods and twist reality from thousand of years in the future, you're bound to go batty if you want things to follow order. I find there's a comical level of hubris to the other daedric princes when they decided to curse Jyggy with becoming what he "hated the most". As if madness and chaos didn't reach all minds and realms. It's just good fortune for them that Sheo seems to be happy with simply having a foothold everywhere and doesn't share Jiggy's expansionist plans.

While I know Sheogorath is said to be the "Sithis-shaped hole" who came to the world once Lorkhan's spark was removed, quite frankly, I have little knowledge about what that would mean. So your idea about the Lorkhan piece is as good as any other in my opinion. But then I have a question for you: have the Daedra failed their part of the bargain with the Aedra? Because, especially after getting rid of the Greymarch, Sheogorath isn't what I would call "kept in check".

Going to combine 3 and 6. I like the parasite/butterfly/mushroom theme you have going there. Got me thinking about the body snatcher wasps that lay eggs into caterpillars and other insects; the larvae turning their hosts into living cocoons as time goes by. Or the fungus that takes over ants; its spore first digging itself through the exoskeleton til it forces its victim to find a good spot to die and allow the fungus to grow to adulthood. It makes the Greymarches an attempt to eradicate the infestation but as we all know, "you cannot kill [mushrooms] in a way that matters". Even after the Isles are bleached white, there would remain a root, a spore, and from it the spread would start anew. Allowing Sheogorath to regrow from the husk of his realm. As for the screaming plants... they'd hold the key to a network of information if only you knew how to connect to it. Maybe they could talk if they wished to. They'd tell you what's the best route to follow. Go that way, or the other. We never said the information was truthful however.

Did Sheogorath sneeze or blinked when Cyrodiil went from being a Jungle to a fertile land? Or did that not count as an impossibility? What would count as impossible and is Sheo having a loose grasp on the concept why some things just make no sense in Tamriel? How much of a headache would Jiggy get during a Dragon Break? While we are talking about Aedras, there are two others I'd imagine Sheo would work with. Dibella and him both have artists and musicians in their "sphere". They may compete over the methods of inspiration but I can see them working together for more awe inspiring, revolutionary, projects. A more "obvious" one, so to speak, would be Kynareth. I was going with the simple path of her bringing rain and storms, both phenomenon giving a chance of calling onto Sheogorath while wishing for another deity. But, after some research, and I’m quoting uesp here, “She is associated with rain, a phenomenon that is said not to have occurred before the removal of Lorkhan's divine spark.” Here is that spark again. The one which disappearance brought the Madgod to the world. And sure it doesn't mean much, a simple coincidence probably, but I appreciate the idea of those two being close. There is a wildness to the elements and the wind after all.

Anon, why matcha? Sure it's toxic green but it's also extremely bitter. though it is usually balanced by the sweetest treats. Is that why you chose it? Sheo and Jiggy's relationship is bound to be an odd one. And you're right to say they are opposite spheres. Which makes me wonder. They are like two sides of the same coin, and the Shivering Isles is represented by a flat land. Could Jyggalag's realm simply be on the other side of that land? Not "beneath" it. Though as far as one is concerned, the other's realm is basically in their basement. None is upside down, there is no real up or down in Oblivion anyway, given what you see is how the daedric prince wants it to be. And well, I'd guess there's still a few spores on Jiggy and tiny sandlike shards of crystal on Sheo once they separated.

Sheo being Sheo and doing what feels like a good time to him despite of, and to spite, the other daedras is such a Mood. May he continue to do so over time.

Whether it's lore friendly or not, I do not know, but I tend to see Aedras and Daedras as neither good nor bad, rather as being closer to Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Some may be cruel and hate mortals, sure, but they also sometimes interact with mortals and just end up breaking them. For instance, the lady who got turned into instruments had a gruesome fate, but the intent wasn't evil. I'm not saying Daedras are all good, just pointing out that both Aedras and Daedras have used mortals as tools and taken sacrifices. I also wish we'd have more insight as to how the different cultures impact the way Daedras interact with mortals. For instance, the Reachmen have the "Spirits" a lot more integrated in their daily lives and, while mistakes can lead to dangerous outcomes, are not worse from wear from it. Would different races or cultures perceive daedric realms differently given their different beliefs?

Anyway. I don't know if you expected the length of the answer. I'm sorry if you weren't. Feel free to send me other thoughts on the topic (sorry if it takes a while to answer, I'm away from home often). I'll be answering the Kalpa one in the next few days.

[the-expose-on-girls]

Small Town Drama: The Hair Salon of Gossip and Entitlement

First, let me give a little context on the small business landscape in this small-ish town. They all fit into one of three categories: they are a client of the shady ad agency with local political connections, they are a client of the town pariah's indie PR business, or they quietly mind their own business and stay out of the drama wars. About a year ago, the pariah PR lady said something that the shady ad agency took objection to, so the shady ad agency rallied all their clients to boycott PR lady's clients. I'm no expert but that sounds illegal, or at least like a major conflict of interest.

It recently came to my attention that a local hair salon has been rising in the ranks of the small businesses in my area. In dealing with the salon ladies' children at my work, I quickly discovered that they're all spoiled, entitled, disrespectful, and get bailed out of punishment for their poor behavior CONSTANTLY by their equally entitled mothers.

My boss told me she used to get her hair done at that salon. Then one day, she overheard all the ladies spreading slanderous gossip about people in town, and she never went back. The venomous glee with which they tried to rip apart the reputations of people around town with lies, at no provocation, was frightening and she was genuinely scared they might go after her next. The kind of stuff they were making up and spreading was the kind of scandalous tales that gets people fired and not be able to get hired anywhere else.

I barely see these women at work, because when they come to pick up their hell spawn every afternoon, they're in 2-story tall trucks with tinted windows. I stand there waiting until they deign to roll down the windows, glare down at me through their Coach sunglasses and tell me the name of the child they're picking up. This description would make most people imagine "Karens" in their forties, but all these women are starting young, somewhere in their twenties and thirties.

I recognize most of the other parents' cars and faces. But these salon ladies---I kid you not---all look, live, and act exactly the same. I CANNOT for the life of me tell them apart. They're more twins than actual biological twins. Same hair, same makeup, same clothes, same cars, same husbands, same children, same dogs. It's insane and especially obvious in the salon group photo:

Do these women realize they are all exact clones of each other? And not in the cool sci-fi way---in the creepy horror movie way. Balayage hair, ankle boots, kids named Brixton, Toyota Forerunners with the tree silhouettes pasted down both sides.

A hair salon full of clones who feel they are entitled to everything they want. They think they are soOooOOo powerful because they are affiliated with the uppity people at the shady ad agency and they are "award-winning small business owners". (The contests are, in fact, rigged.)

Shut up, you cut hair! The only difference between you and the ladies over at Great Clips is your stinky attitude. Personally, I would rather get my hair done at Great Clips than subject myself to a room full of grown-up high school mean girls.

[wot-tidbits]

10 Years Anniversary

PART 6

The good.

This part is for the good shit. No more bad shit. If you have gone through the shit of the previous parts, there are only good vibes here.

Number 1.

This bloody blog itself.

I did not have that intention but it happened. When I think what kind of blog I would love to scroll for hours in my early days as WoT fan, I could not dream that I had to do the task myself. I still remember the awe and the glee as little kid in toy store when I found out the 13th Depositary or the Theoryland Database. I can only envy my visitors who received new art, new meme, new fan content every single day for the span of years. I can only imagine it as I cannot experience it myself. Yeah, there is fun part as well but mostly I remember the work, the dedication and the motivation, the insanity of running this project. Some days I didn't want to do it but I had to because the stubborn donkey in me wouldn't let me live in peace.

I salute you anonymous WoT fans who had the time of your life around.

Number 2

Cards Against Randland

At my lowest point around 2015 I found activity that gave me the happiest memories and unexpected connection with other WoT fans. This online game helped me so much as I found people I could call friends. Well, some of them betrayed me later but still the pain cannot overwrite the joy of so many evenings having great fun. For some reason I was ridiculously good at this game. I was not being nicknamed Meta King for nothing. Some of these great memories I keep in this sideblog. The best time for me being WoT fan in the community.

Number 3

WoT-Notes

My dedication as stubborn donkey paid off in another format. It is still ridiculous (and borderline shameful) to say this blog is the only place in the fandom where a fan can read some of Robert Jordan's notes without going through expensive trip to Charleston. And also the ridiculous sight of a link for this blog to stay in one line with the greatest names and sites created by legendary fans in this awesome list of WoT content.

Number 4

Robert Jordan's casting

The most visited post and the most notable connection with the title of WoT-Tidbits is the page where I shared one reveal of Terez from her visit through Robert Jordan's notes about his own picks for actors to play WoT characters. The original post of Terez got lost as Google+ was deleted and by pure accident my shared post became the source and the only evidence on the Internet that such list exists. No one with access to the notes hasn't republished the list. I bet many "fans" would love if this list disappeared and certain one fan did not care to preserve it.

Number 5

The German Shepherd

For those who are frequently on Reddit this won't be a surprise. RJ's casting wasn't the only famous link from my blog. My attempt to gather the whole information of the infamous legend of the German Shepherd got copied very often around. I just got lucky to have that brief conversation with Kathy and she was kind enough to answer.

Number 6

The art, the memes, the content

If it wasn't for this blog I would not have this masterpiece of commission of Mat and Tuon in AMOL. It is still surreal to see an idea of mine living and breathing in this gorgeous comic. Meeppodraws delivered spectacularly and I couldn't express my gratitude.

The constant flow of memes was like healing medicine for me to go through all the controversies with smile. So I decided to keep the medicine in one place here.

I love when the fandom cooks content - I cannot choose what to highlight so it is just huge general thank you for the awesome work that you have gifted the fans.

Number 7

Art expert

And while we are on the topic of art. My devoted methodical stubborn work to search for any piece of WoT art caused a weird consequence in turning me into kinda expert on WoT artwork. I collected so many unnoticed and obscure WoT pieces that genuinely if someone asked for art of second or third tier characters, I could pull it out for almost any one as long as it exists. This blog contains the biggest collection of WoT art ever – at one point I had presented around 90%+ of the latest art pieces. Nothing could escape me. These days the percentages dropped but still this was enough to be one of the most competent people around for help. And help I did after Paul Dose - unknown guy for me who created a card game with WoT concept - who recognized that I might help him and sent me a list of characters to provide him with images for the cards. I couldn’t do everything but still I could help him with most of it. That hunting down the list in my archives was cool memory.

Another anecdote was when someone decided to call me out for not presenting a source for one WoT piece. And their evidence for source was… wait for it… Pinterest. Bloody Pinterest! I had a good laugh. As a matter of fact I have done that search by myself long before that incident and this piece is still one of the few with untraceable history. They tried the wrong guy thinking that I will chicken out not knowing the history of the piece or what is Pinterest.

Number 8

Living up to my URL

When I created my URL WoT-Tidbits 10 years ago it was inspired by the several lucky bast... fans who had the rare chance to get little tidbits here and there from the author at different events and meetings. I read all these reports from fans in the database with “little” jealousy as I could never dream to be in their place. But miracles happen when Brandon Sanderson visited Bulgaria in 2017. This is definitely the highlight of my last 10 years being WoT nerd. Not only I had the chance to see him, to listen to him, to ask him a question but also by the will of the Wheel I witnessed new unknown tidbit about my most beloved book series. And I had the blessing to report it on blog coincidentally named WoT-Tidbits. It was small and uninteresting detail but for me it meant everything. One tidbit was enough to validate the existence of my whole blog.

Number 9

Tad Kendel

I found the proof that Andorans can be dark skinned and I consider it as good shit pointing that Robert Jordan knew exactly what he was doing.

Number 10

Robert Jordan

It is not like I did not appreciate his work before. Just after reading so much slander on his masterpiece by people who call themselves fans, I truly understood his genius - on the surface of so many superficial demands for the books to be “fixed” - I acknowledged how important was his attention to "outdated" details, and how well every of his "wrong" decisions fit in the storytelling. He thought for everything, didn't he? He outsmarted people who complain in their blindness and who demand his masterpiece to bend on their artificial terms. So many so called fans try to speak on his behalf instead of listening to his voice and wisdom, to fix instead of supporting his vision. Many claim The Wheel of Time to be stuck in the regressive 20th century and that modern audience won't get it when in reality Robert Jordan is still so far ahead of the progressive 2024. We do not have to pull WoT behind us, we still has a lot of work to do if we want to catch it ahead of us.

Let the Light keep you safe.

LightOne

[liesmyteachertoldme]

Antiracism

Did you know there are actual Departments of Hate Studies? Do you think you will win any argument about the meaning of "hate" against people who spent years learning CRT and now have a PhD in Hate Studies? While you were busy living your life, they were busy studying Hate. They're known as Hate Experts, and they're now saying people should be jailed for "hate speech." You may think you stand a chance debating with them the definition of "hate" because you'll win them over with reason and logic, but you'd be wrong. Hate Studies isn't about reason. The rule of law is failing. Legal concepts are increasingly defined by people with PhDs in Hate Studies. Lawyers argue in court that white people mourning the death of their loved ones is "selective outrage," as they should be mourning the historical grievances of black people. Example [from South Africa]: "Kill the Boer is just a song. Why should Boers care about the killing of Boers? That's selective outrage. What about my historical grievances and my land stolen in 1652? Ban the old flag; it makes me feel very unsafe when I see it displayed anywhere." That is insane. Example 2: people saying whiteness is psychosis, and you're meant to treat that as a perfectly sane argument. A civil servant sued the government for race discrimination, [on account of] DEI training that included "The Psychosis of Whiteness," a paper which suggests white people are "psychotic, cannot be reasoned with and must be destroyed." The tribunal says: that's fine, it's just a paper, it's not discrimination. What can you do to help? You can't go everywhere and fight every battle. But you can stand where you are and say no to antiracism and DEI. If more people said no they wouldn't be as powerful as they are. Part of their power comes from the fact that most people go along with it.

If you're still saying "well, antiracism has some good aspects and DEI could work very well if it's done properly" then you are part of the problem. Next time you're sitting in your mandatory DEI training learning all about "white privilege" think about those white families in South Africa mourning the loss of their children, only to be told that's "selective outrage" and in any case white children are just "future problems." Imagine not even being able to mourn the loss of your own children, your own family, because that's "selective outrage." Instead of expressing sympathy for your loss they tell you "land or death." This level of horror is not even "hate speech." It's simply unimaginable evil. This insanity runs very deep, and there's nothing anybody can do to uproot it. Anybody who sees white children as "future problems" really can't be won over with fine arguments. The best thing to do is to stop encouraging them. Yet DEI ideology does the opposite. It fuels them. Not only are they killing white farmers, but they get offended when their families express grief and sorrow. They say that's "selective outrage." "Why are you sad your parents were killed? That's selective outrage because you don't seem sad about all the black victims of crime." South African courts are not sure whether there's any link between chanting "Kill the Boer" and the killing of Boers, as they say it's just a song. But the same courts are very sure that if any black person sees the old South African flag they'll melt, so they banned the flag.

Wanjiru Njoya/Tom Woods

https://twitter.com/wanjirunjoya

[jessaerys]

What are your lgbtq headcanons for nello and for near? To you what do they identify as?

unless the characters themselves are preoccupied with identity politics i usually don’t find it interesting to assign them labels – HOWYEVER, (borrowing from resident mello expert @firebuggg PhD, some excerpts of her lovely writing below) i love the idea that while mello was out in the world making a name for himself he was taken in and taken care of by all kinds of communities on the outskirts; sex workers, drag queens, queer bars, leather daddies, kink groups, etc. etc. all of which influenced his own self identification and gave him a strong sense of belonging in queer spaces :’) 

Clubs and hostels and drag shows and winking red lights: Mello had been quick to discover that he was likely to find friends, shelter, a temporary landing place among them with few questions asked. (...) There were always people who were welcoming, especially the people already on the outskirts: Mello has slept backstage at drag shows and comedy clubs, has found shelter and companionship in dark alleys and clubs and amidst leather and small kitchens and hot, crowded rooms.

but labels wise, classic ol’ salt-of-the-earth slutty bisexual – i believe this may be an unpopular opinion? we all know he's gay asf but i think he’d also be into assertive older women (see: halle, minora. *whip noise*) this bad boy can fit SOO many mommy issues in him (specially in @firebuggg's and i’s headcanons/writing where he spent the first five-ish years of his life with his mother during the 90s yugoslav wars, but that's a whole other topic.)(i also think he’d be into mean switch4switch girls his age that are basically himself but girl gender. for obvious reasons.) 

that said he'd drop the slut life in a heartbeat for near. like i can't explain this and i almost always write ships with semi-open relationships but. mello wants to be monogamous with the bug-eyed kid SOOO bad it makes him look STUPID

near likes. uuuuuuuuuh, mello. you can make any argument for any identity in a vacuum but in any universe where he grows up alongside mello his entire sexual awakening and formative puberty experiences are mortifyingly rewritten by years of getting bullied by what is essentially a mean but occasionally caring older brother figure. sorry. you fucked up a perfectly good teenage boy is what you did. look at him. he’s got a choking kink

i cannot imagine near caring for sexuality or gender labels (there's a whole other digression here about near's alienation from community/having no past/being racially ambiguous/john silver quote "i am no one. from nowhere. belonging to nothing." HURGH. but we don't have time to get into that)

BUT i do like to think that mello does his damnedest to take him out to gay bars in chelsea and the west village to experience ~the queer community~ but what actually happens is near starts philosophical discussions in a corner that keep going long after he slips out and often end in insane bar fights. (he also gets progressively freakier as he gets older) (long haired near is a public indecency arrest waiting to happen)(possibly the one to suggest experimenting with other people, together)(mello does not take this well)  

adasdjasdjkasjksajkfdsjkfjksd this got long for someone who started with i don’t care about identity politics. and i don’t

[honeybeekao]

everyone who can perfect combo songs has to be otherworldly in some way because what the actual hell

[scoopsgf]

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this to you before but the minute I remember that Jess somehow stole 500 baseballs from the SH high-school I just can't stop laughing. Luke asking "what could you possibly need 500 baseballs for??" and yet not asking the most important question of where tf did he even hide them. Like Logan can act like he's some "~expert" on going to prison but stealing and then crashing a yacht? Boring, predictable, most rich douches do it at 16 as a rite of passage. Hiding 500 baseballs from the stern principle and your crazy uncle? That takes talent.

NO UR SO RIGHT HIS SKILL IS UNMATCHED!!! i cannot for the life of me imagine the logistics of the prank. did he bury the baseballs, did he hide them around town to drive the residents of stars hollow insane with a sports-themed scavenger hunt. were people waking up to find baseballs in their bird baths and gutters and balanced on top of their sprinklers. he is so stupid and unhinged i love him

[thefanficmonster]

Faux Innocence

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having the reputation of the innocent angel in the group, one could never imagine Y/N being such a badass impostor and expert liar but here they have found themselves fooled by the angel who wears that halo just for show.

Requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt Hello hun! Here’s the other request you sent me, I’m really sorry it’s been so long and you’ve had to endure such a long wait until it’s posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

“They’ll be done for in no time! Right, babe?“ I stick my foot out to the side, nudging Corpse’s leg.

There most certainly are pros and cons when it comes to sharing a gaming/streaming/recording room with me, and the whether the constant pestering is a good or a bad thing is still up in the air. I mean, yeah Corpse rolls his eyes every now when I do it, but I’ve also caught him smiling about it out of the corner of my eye. Bottom line, I do it to invite that almost childishly mischievous smirk on his face. That’s the ultimate reward.

And ok, yes, I’m also the one trying to peek over the barrier separating out computers to peek at his screen to see if he’s impostor or not, but he tolerates that bad habit of mine. Well, he sprays water my way or gently whacks me with a pillow, but I consider that toleration. It’s a playful little dynamic we have going on, one we don’t have to perform today since we’re impostors together.

I cannot recall a time that has happened before. In fact, I can say I’ve been paired up as impostors with everyone but Corpse. I personally think it’s a practical joke the game’s algorithm is pulling on us, seeing as how we’ve been dating for quite some time now. I mean, that’s the only way to explain this coincidence of never being impostors together.

Looking at the subject now, it may be hella beneficial for us considering no one would suspect us both to be impostors together. Everyone is in on this ‘misfortune’ of ours and it’s honestly hilarious but Corpse and I are about to rip them a new one, I just know it.

“Oh, definitely! I’m the risky half, but they’ll never suspect you so we’re 100% winning this.“ He replies, sending a wink my way. He’s vaguely surprised when I return it with a narrow-eyed look.

“What’s that supposed to mean ‘they’ll never suspect you‘? I’m a great impostor! Is that you questioning my skills I’m hearing?“ I raise an eyebrow, turning my attention back to the screen which displays Corpse and I alone in Electrical, pretending to be doing tasks and waiting on our first victims.

“No! No, not at all. Far from it. It’s just that you are...well, you know...you are you. No one would think you’re the one dishing out all these tactical kills. You always seem relatively interested in the game only to have fun and not to win and....“

“Look sweet and innocent.“ I cut him off, finishing his sentence, “Yeah, yeah, I get your theory.“ Suddenly, I hear Rae’s chipper voice approaching, talking to her chat, I’m assuming. This gives me a rather...interesting idea. With that in mind, I give Corpse a side-glance and a devilish smirk that’s promising trouble, “Let’s test it out, shall we?“

“Wha-?!“ Before Corpse can even say his question fully, Rae wanders into the room, cutting him off with a question of her own.

“Test what out?“ She asks, coming to stand between us, doing her own task.

I’m so sorry, Rae

Before anyone could fathom it, I swiftly kill Rae and report her body, all seemingly in the blink of an eye. Corpse hasn’t even fathomed half of this insanity when he hears an accusation being thrown right at him.

“Corpse, how could you?!“ I cry out, and damn - not to toot my own horn or anything - but I’m pulling off the ‘distressed friend-witness‘ act quite well. I bet Corpse would give me an impressed look or mouth ‘minx’ at me if he wasn’t staring at his screen with his mouth agape. “You were planning to blame it on me weren’t you?!“

“Wait...no! That’s not-It wasn’t me! I swear it wasn’t me!“ He finally finds his voice, croaking out desperate defenses, each cut off by a wheeze of something alike shocked laughter that almost gets me to break out in a fit of my own.

“Very convincing, buddy. He’s definitely innocent, you guys...“ Toast comments just as the ‘VOTED‘ sticker pops up above the icon of his avatar in the meeting.

“Right? How could you even think otherwise?“ Leslie backs him up, the sticker appearing on her icon as well.

“Guys! No, for real, it’s Y/N! I swear on Bingus it’s Y/N!“ He probably should’ve used something more convincing, not that it would’ve worked either way. I’m a ‘trustworthy‘, ‘innocent‘ and ‘honest‘ person, just like Corpse said. Aren’t I?

Mere seconds later, he’s shot off the ship, the screen confirming he indeed was an impostor, automatically getting the blame off me cause no impostor would be dumb enough to out their partner like that, lowering their chances at victory. I don’t consider that a dumb move though - I think it’s rather genius, actually. 

“Don’t worry, Corpsie.“ I give him a wink in return to his death glare, his arms crossed over his chest, looking quite unamused. “I’m winning this one for you.“

We both know I can and I will. Of course I can when I’m given the advantage of faux innocence everyone falls for - in more ways than one, if you know what I’m saying *wink* *wink*

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[multiplefandomsblog]

Bomb Squad! S/o w/ Kaito, Kaito, Korekiyo

request; Kaito, Korekiyo and Rantaro with an SHSL explosives expert s/o? How would they react to seeing their s/o flying across the room because they’ve blown themselves up

warnings; gender-neutral reader, cussing, tw; explosives, tw; bomb accidents, bombs and getting harmed by bombs.

note; aargarhgrjgrhjsjah mod bread helped me a lot with this one!! i hafta admit, they totally carried-

Kaito Momota

◊ Kaito Momota, the luminary of the stars. Despite taking large pride in his ultimate despite never actually going to space, he gets intimidated by you. Though he’d never admit that; not even to himself.

◊ He’s not scared of you per se, he’s just intimidated by how cool and serious your ultimate is if that makes any sense.

◊ Well anyway, you’ll definitely hear many praises from this man; because, well, you save millions of lives from blowing up! It’s just all-around heroic! And- well yeah— bombs!

◊ He’s not an explosive person, so he wouldn’t really want to be too close to any bombs, though he’d definitely try helping at least once.

◊ which doesn’t go too well.

◊ the man will have shaky hands the entire time and dead-ass will have small tears in his eyes as he’s fiddling with it. It’s extremely silent other than a few whimpers here and there, so it gives you the perfect opportunity to—

◊ “BOO!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-“

◊ now then... Let’s see how Kaito would react when you blow yourself up, yeah?

— Imagine this; Kaito wanders around the school, partially looking for an escape, but mostly looking for you. The astronaut hums a small tune under his breath as he walks around the pavement in his way too comfortable slippers.

“Hey now, you’re an all-star... Um, wait- how did it go? Put your… Put your-“ Kaito’s quiet and confused muttering had been cut short, as he suddenly jolted his head up to the sky- where he had seen—what he thought was—a shooting star.

Kaito gasped loudly, jumping back in surprise and scraping the heel of his slipper as he pointed at the star-shaped object in the sky, moving at an incredibly fast pace. Hm, though it could’ve been a meteorite judging from the smoke trail it left.

“Oh my god, a shooting star! Awesome!”

It didn’t seem to hit Kaito on how abnormal it was to see a shooting star in their situation. Especially one that had been flailing its arms around and screaming.

Kaito’s wide and amazing eyes seemed to widen more, though this time; in complete dread and shock.

You-

You were the shooting star.

“S/o!? Holy shit—“

The man would sit in between amazed and borderline scared for your life. Was he… Was he supposed to clap? You did tons of crazy shit, so he had no idea whether this was planned.

◊ Kaito would definitely sprint across the school to get to you, he was genuinely afraid if you had survived or not.

◊ Damn, giving the man a heart attack? How heartless of you smh

◊ Kaito has to restrain himself from hugging whatever life was left inside you, he wanted to feel if you were alive and safe.

◊ It definitely takes some time for him to become less worried about your safety 24/7, so get used to coddling and nagging from this man.

◊ He’s kind of an idiot, so he doesn’t know exactly what to do to ensure your safety other than a, uh,

Bicycle helmet.

◊ so just wear one of those, and he’ll leave you alone!

◊ As you two discuss your safety, Kaito ends up accidentally blurting out how cool you looked shooting across the sky. Yeah, he was worried about your safety; but you’re alive, right? Cut him some slack, the man witnessed a flying explosion, of course, he’s going to think it’s cool.

◊ S/o: “You thought I was a shooting star? What’d you fucking do? Make a wish?!”

Kaito:

S/o:

Kaito: “If I told you it wouldn’t come true.”

Korekiyo Shinguji

◊ Korekiyo would be intrigued by you, but also somewhat disturbed by you. Which only seems to fuel the fire.

◊ Korekiyo would enjoy talking to you about how bombs work; he enjoys listening to you talk about your passion, as well as taking in all the information about bombs. It’s entertaining for him to compare how bombs have evolved from the past to the current.

◊ though he loves you and your ultimate if you’re ever going to work on a bomb, stay far away from him. I head-canon that he doesn’t enjoy loud and explosive things, and just witnessing explosions in general. He’s a pretty chill and quiet guy, so it clashes with his vibe, you know?

◊ Sorry, this is so short, I have little to no idea how to write for this man—

◊ It would probably be near impossible to have this man witness your explosions up close. He’s always in his lab studying, so it’s hard getting him out of there, and you can’t exactly go into his lab with your bombs anyway.

◊ But let’s say you somehow did. After persuading him, or maybe he was just too tired to say no.

◊ So imagine this!

— Korekiyo would be sitting on his desk, a nice ancient book splayed out on the wooden surface, and he’d be muttering under his breath small phrases of other languages, as well as small words for himself like, “Humanity truly is beautiful-“

Famous last words.

A sudden explosion echoed out throughout his lab, causing Korekiyo to jolt up and almost crease the pages of his very precious book. Luckily, he did not.

‘I take that back.’

He had been more concerned about his book than the actual human being who had thudded against the bookshelf right beside his head, dropping on the ground after they had peeled off the shelf like processed American cheese product.

“S/o...” Korekiyo sighed, standing up from his chair to step over you and help you up. “You do know that humans were never meant to fly, correct?” He hadn’t even been looking at you when you flew across the room like a baseball thrown by Leon Kuwata, but the quick flash of movement he had caught at the corner of his eye told him what he needed to know.

It was as if he had gotten used to this despite never having witnessed such a feat before.

◊ Korekiyo would definitely give you a small scolding after bandaging you up; yes he was worried about his book and lab, but he had also been worried about you too. He wasn’t just scolding you, so he could avoid future possible destruction in his lab. Pshhh noooo...

◊ Korekiyo would put a sign outside his door after the incident, it’s definitely personal and very passive-aggressive, but he just does not want to witness that again. “Bombs and other destructive weaponry stay OUTSIDE.”

Rantaro Amami

◊ Rantaro wouldn’t be repulsed nor would he be extremely excited about your ultimate. He definitely thinks it’s an incredible ultimate; I mean, bombs are pretty incredible.

◊ But also pretty dangerous too.

◊ I feel like he’d always have to be given a reminder that you’re okay and not dead from your own explosions. Trust me, he definitely trusts you to be careful; especially since that’s your ultimate, of course, you would have lots of experience. But even so, he will still nag you about it. He means well, I swear.

◊ Rantaro would, despite being hesitant about it himself, always want to be with you when you work on a bomb. He’d wear the proper bomb suit and everything, but he’s mostly there because he wants to make sure you’re wearing the bomb suit properly too; please don’t be too reckless, he will take away all your bomb equipment if you are.

◊ You’d get a time-out from it for a couple of days. Yes, he has that power.

◊ You may or may have not made a mistake having him as your boyfriend— but seriously! He’s just being careful, he doesn’t want to lose you.

◊ God, now that I’ve said all this, you’re going to feel reaaaaal bad when I write the scenario for when you actually blow up.

— Rantaro would most likely be by your side the moment you blow up, worried green head over your shoulder as you reassured him, “Pshh, no, it’ll be fine!” Rantaro winced as the bomb you had been working on, made a sound. “Just be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt,” Rantaro spoke with a soft, but scolding voice as his eyebrows seemed to crease further.

“Don’t be such a worrywart, it’s fine-!“ You seemed to be proven wrong, and Rantaro had unfortunately been proven right, as the both of you shot back, a large explosion noise following— Rantaro, on instinct, grabbed you and tucked you underneath his chest, clenching his eyes closed as he awaited the impact of the wall they were about to slam into.

The two of you had flown across the room, clutching each other tightly; if this had been a movie, that would’ve definitely been one of the more romantic scenes.

The air had been knocked out of the two of you, Rantaro more so as he had done the stupidly brave act of shielding you with his body.

Despite being disgruntled and slightly irked that you hadn’t listened to him, he seemed to throw that all aside as he had caught you wincing. “Did you get hurt anywhere? Are you okay? Any burns—?” Your strained groan—shockingly— turned into a laugh, “... That was so fucking fun! Can we do it again!?”

With narrowed eyes, Rantaro had given you the stare you tried your best to avoid being the victim to. The disappointed mom glare. The glare didn’t last long, however, as his eyes softened at the excited look you had on your face. He gets what he signed up for, right?

If this had been anyone else, they would have gotten an earful from him. “You’re insane.” Rantaro halfheartedly laughed, voice still laced with concern despite being playful.

“We’re not doing that again, you explosive monkey.” Rantaro shoved your head gently, only to receive a playful hit back.

◊ Rantaro would be extremely worried if you ever put yourself in danger like that. Unlike Korekiyo, he cannot get used to it when you blow yourself up. No matter what, he will always worry about you.

◊ Mom Mode: ON

◊ He is now more careful with you, the worry he has for you has now increased by 100% so yeah, good luck with that.

◊ the next time will not be as forgiving. Next time—if Rantaro even lets you have a next time—; you will be in scoldings galore.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

are you going to do another part to the sky request? i would love it 🤍

Intertwining - part one

Pairing: Sky x reader

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Y/N had thought it to be a fever dream. Seeing Silva getting arrested, Rosalind standing there along with Stella’s mother, Andreas being alive and then her mother joining the insanity? So many questions running through her mind yet she had no time to properly process it - not when Sky’s entire life was imploding.

His hand tightened its hold, his body rigid. He couldn’t do anything, just watch as everything went up in flames and usually she’s an expert in putting out fires but this was beyond her abilities. All she could do is stand there and hold his hand as his jaw clenched.

“Sky”, she whispered softly, avoiding her mother’s glare. She wouldn’t focus on the ice queen she was tormented by, she’d focus on the sunshine of her life - she’d focus on Sky.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” Sky mutters under his breath, heaving. She could tell he’s filled with rage, the kind of rage he cannot display because his hands are tied - he cannot do anything to change the current, only swim and hope he doesn’t drown.

“Keep your cool and play nice until we figure out a way to help Saul.” Y/N cups his cheeks, tilting his head down to look her in the eye. This time when he looked at her and saw the icy glow, Sky wasn’t afraid - he was glad. 

For a moment, he hoped she’d sprout wings again and use her ability to save Silva. Then the guilt set in, because if that were to happen she’d be the one taken away. He couldn’t imagine losing her.

“Don’t leave me”, he pleads and no, he doesn’t mean for her to not leave him ever, just now. He couldn’t handle this without her. Sky didn’t have a chance to tell her the truth about his father just yet and seeing he’s alive, he wasn’t sure if that would create problems for him now. He knew Andreas would certainly want to talk to him, Sky just didn’t know if wanted to talk to him; now or ever.

“You know I won’t”, Y/N reassures him, trying to understand what is going through his mind. Never before had she wished she was a mind fairy. If she were one, she’d be able to feel what he does, she’d be able to take away any pain this situation caused him. 

Nodding, Sky leans into her touch. He sighs, trying to let go of the anger he holds not only toward his father, but Saul too. If Saul had just done what he’s been teaching him his whole life, if he had just followed his orders that day and acted like a good soldier, none of this would be happening now.

“I believe you and I have plenty to talk about”, the queen of Dyamond raises an eyebrow, standing behind her daughter and now it’s Y/N who tenses up.

Turning to face her mother, Y/N narrows her eyes ever so slightly, “Since when do you care to talk? Am I not just a problem you have to manage?” 

Folding her arms across her chest, Y/N almost smiles as her mother’s annoyance surfaces. Sky places his hands on her shoulders for support and she purses her lips as her mother raises her eyebrows.

“You’re my daughter, but you are also my subject. Treat your queen with respect.” The sharpness in her tone only amuses Y/N. She might have been weaker when she was younger, but she wasn’t weak anymore.

“You do realize I’ll be taking the throne as soon as I graduate?” Y/N steps closer, smirking as he mother furrows her eyebrows. “You’re only a regent, but I’m the Queen. You should pay me more respect.”

And that’s when Sky understood why Y/N never wanted anyone knowing she’s a princess or of her powers. She didn’t talk about her family much either, much less of her kingdom. The issues between her mother and Y/N run deep and Sky couldn’t help but wonder why. What could have caused this kind of hatred between them?

“Son?” As Andreas joined the conversation, Sky pulled Y/N back into his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist.

“My name is Sky”, he corrects Andreas, trying to keep his voice leveled. “And my girlfriend and I have classes to attend.” 

Beckoning Y/N to walk, Sky turned them both away from their parents and half dragged her inside. He didn’t stop walking, making Y/N run to catch up with him and only once they walked into an empty classroom did he stop and let go of Y/N’s hand.

“I can’t do this”, Sky breathes out, hiding his face in his hands. Y/N embraces him, her cheek resting on his back as her arms circle around his form. She held onto him as his heart beat strongly against the palm of her hand.

“You can.” She furrows her eyebrows, fighting tears. She can feel how much pain he’s in even without being a mind fairy now. “I’ll help you.”

“He’ll take me to Eraklyon”; Sky raises his voice slightly, “He’ll take me away from you.”

“And my mother will try to take me back to Dyamond where she can control me, but we won’t let them.” Y/N wets her lips before releasing Sky from her hold. 

“Why’d you stop hugging me?” Sky furrows his eyebrows and pouts, turning to her as if he’s offended. 

She managed a small smile for his sake, playfully sticking her tongue out at him. Sky chuckles, reaching out for her and easily taking her by the hand. For a moment, he loses himself in her eyes and in that moment it feels as if the whole world is right - as if none of it happened and it’s just him and Y/N, two people in love.

“I want you to know I love the way you laugh”, she purses her lips, “And the way you pout and the way your hand feels so warm against mine.” Stepping closer, Y/N looks to his chest only to place a hand over it, “And I love the way your heart beats when we are close.”

“You’re gonna make me blush”, Sky smirks, leaning down. His forehead rests on hers and he can tell she’s putty in his hands. “But why are you telling me all of that?”

“Because I believe in us.” She brushes her lips against his and a shiver runs down his spine.

“Yeah?” He breathes out, his mind clouded by the thought of her. He loved touching her, being close enough to feel the lilac perfume she adores so much.

“You’re the one for me, Sky. I feel it.” Admitting it to herself was daunting yet saying it felt so easy, as easy as breathing.

“I feel it too”, he whispers as his hand cups her left cheek, his fingers resting just under her earlobe. He tucks her hair behind her right ear with his other hand, making sure he has a proper view of her face.

“Trust me when I tell you we’ll find a way to make things right.” 

“I trust you”, Sky states as he pecks her lips. “I trust you”, he repeats before he presses a soft kiss to her bottom lip. "Even in the brightest sun this world is stone-cold unless you are there with me."

So, in the intimacy of the classroom, Y/N and Sky made a promise to one another - to trust and love one another and to forge their own paths. Because even in the midst of evil surrounding and infiltrating Alfea, they would find a way to keep fighting. As long as they’re together, they believe they can do anything.

[longitudinalwaveme]

Arkham Files: Rainbow Raider

Hugo Strange: From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient: Roy G. Bivolo, alias the Rainbow Raider. Patient displays noticeable low self-esteem, but since he only arrived at Arkham Asylum a few days ago, I have not had time to give him a full psychological evaluation. Session One. Hello, Mr. Bivolo. How are you? 

Rainbow Raider: Confused. Why am I in an insane asylum? I am not insane. I am an artist! It isn’t my fault that no one appreciates my talents! 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Bivolo, you were not sent to Arkham Asylum because of your mental state. You were sent here because Iron Heights Penitentiary is currently incapable of housing inmates, and, through a series of baffling bureaucratic and judicial decisions, all of Iron Heights’ costumed criminals were sent here. 

Rainbow Raider: Oh. (Pause) Well, that makes me feel better. I have had more than my fill of people discounting my artistic talents. 

Hugo Strange: So, Mr. Bivolo, why did you take to costumed crime? Your records suggest that your family was quite well-off, and you have a college degree in fine arts. 

Rainbow Raider: Why? Why? I’ll tell you why, Doctor! (Pause) As a boy, I was an artistic prodigy! I had the talent to be the next Michelangelo, the next Picasso, the next Frieda Kahlo! 

Hugo Strange: I’ve seen your work, Mr. Bivolo, and I would be inclined to agree with you. A few of your pieces were included in your files, and they belong in a museum. 

Rainbow Raider: (Upset) Don’t mock me, Doctor! (Pause) I know all too well that I will never be a true artist…for I was born under a curse! While the untalented multitudes have the ability to see the full range of color, I was born colorblind! 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Bivolo, colorblindness is a very common condition. 

Rainbow Raider: I am not speaking of red-green colorblindness, Doctor. I am speaking of true color blindness; seeing the world entirely in greyscale! I was born with complete achromatopsia!

Hugo Strange: Is that why…

Rainbow Raider: Yes, Doctor, that is why I am wearing these sunglasses. In addition to my total inability to see the wonders of color, I am also extremely sensitive to light. (Pause) And legally blind. 

Hugo Strange: Do you mean to tell me that you created all of the art in your files while legally blind? 

Rainbow Raider: Yes. 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Bivolo, if you are able to create such astonishing art whilst suffering from a severe eye condition, I cannot imagine why you believe that you will never be a true artist. Your work is incredible. 

Rainbow Raider: (Angry) Stop making fun of me! I know that I am a failure as an artist! You don’t have to mock me for it! 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Bivolo, I am not making fun of you. I am praising your talent. 

Rainbow Raider: But…but you can’t think I’m talented! The art critics of Central City told me a long time ago that I would never be an artist, and certainly they couldn’t have been wrong! 

Hugo Strange: What on Earth could have prompted an art critic to say something like that? Granted, I am not an art expert, but even I can tell that you are immensely talented. 

Rainbow Raider: Doctor, I cannot distinguish between colors! How can I be a true artist if I can’t use color? 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Bivolo, there is such a thing as black-and-white art. 

Rainbow Raider: I know there is…but…but I certainly couldn’t produce any that was good enough. (Pause) Not only am I colorblind, but I’m so nearsighted I’m legally blind in general. And blind people…blind people can’t make good art. 

Hugo Strange: What? Who told you that? 

Rainbow Raider: Well, nobody’s  directly said it, but I can see it in the way that people react when they learn that I’ve got achromatopsia. When my classmates learned, they started making fun of me. When my teachers learned, they stopped pushing me. And when dealers learn about my condition, they usually refuse to look at my work out-of-hand. As long as I’m colorblind, I’ll never be good enough to be a real artist. (Pause) And it’s not fair! There are so many artists who don’t have half my talent who get money and fame, and I can’t even sell one painting because of my condition! 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Bivolo, there are a number of blind artists. Keith Salmon, John Bramblitt, Ersef Armagan…even Claude Monet suffered from vision problems later in his artistic career. Your issue is not your condition. Your issue is your lack of confidence in yourself. You have allowed the prejudices and cruel comments of the people around you to convince you that you will never be a true artist unless you fit their preconceived ideas of what an artist should be. If you realize that your talent is not dependent on your ability to see normally, you will realize what I already do: the fact that you are an astonishingly talented artist. 

Rainbow Raider: You…you really think so? 

Hugo Strange: I do. (Pause) So again, why costumed crime? 

Rainbow Raider: I wanted to get revenge on all those hacks who became famous instead of me. (Pause) And on all those talentless people who got to enjoy the full beauty of priceless works of art when it was denied to me, a true artist! 

Hugo Strange: But I thought you believed that your achromatopsia meant that you could never be a true artist. 

Rainbow Raider: I did. I wanted revenge on them for the fact that they had been able to become famous only through my ill-fortune. They weren’t as talented as me, and yet, due to a cruel twist of fate, they became famous while I languished in obscurity! 

Hugo Strange: I…see. (Pause) You have quite an impressive array of powers, Mr. Bivolo. According to your files, the special goggles you wear allow you to perform all kinds of feats, including riding on rainbows and altering people’s emotions. 

Rainbow Raider: That’s right. They were a gift from my optometrist father before he passed away. 

Hugo Strange: If you have such power, Mr. Bivolo, why did you limit yourself to such relatively petty crimes? Why not use your powers to try to take over the world? (Pause) And why did you never try to sell any of the paintings you stole? Most of them are worth a fortune

Rainbow Raider: Because I don’t care about sordid things like power or money. I am driven by a higher and nobler motivation: art appreciation! 

Hugo Strange: And revenge? 

Rainbow Raider: And revenge. 

Hugo Strange: Interesting. (Pause) Mr. Bivolo, your files state that you are usually a solo operative. Do you ever interact with your city’s other costumed criminals? 

Rainbow Raider: Not often. Most of them are philistines who don’t have the least appreciation for art, and many of them are too violent for my tastes. No matter how angry I may be at the art world…I don’t want anyone to die. (Pause) Also, most of them think I’m a pathetic loser. It’s so unfair! I’m way more powerful than Heat Wave or Captain Boomerang! 

Hugo Strange: Is there anyone that you do get along with, Mr. Bivolo?

Rainbow Raider: Dr. Alchemy. The original, that is, not the redheaded gremlin. 

Hugo Strange: You are friends with Dr. Alchemy? The alter of the unfortunate Dr. Desmond? 

Rainbow Raider: Yes. He’s a little spooky, but he’s a true lover of culture, and we’ve had some really stirring conversations about both literary and artistic masterpieces. 

Hugo Strange: Are you friends with Dr. Desmond or Mr. Element? Rainbow Raider: No. Just Dr. Alchemy. Dr. Desmond’s all right, but he’s a bit boring and unimaginative. And I’d be more than happy if Mr. Element never appeared again. He makes fun of me, just like everyone else. 

Hugo Strange: You are friends with Dr. Alchemy? 

Rainbow Raider: Yes. I already said that. 

Hugo Strange: He…doesn’t strike me as the sort to make friends. 

Rainbow Raider: He’s not. I’m his only friend. (Pause) Just like he’s-*sigh*- my only friend. 

Hugo Strange: What do you do with the rest of your time? (Pause) When you aren’t robbing museums, that is? 

Rainbow Raider: I draw. Or paint. Or sculpt. (Pause) Creativity is in my very blood, doctor. 

Hugo Strange: I would agree. And because of that, I think that it might be helpful to you if you used your art as a form of therapy.

Rainbow Raider: What do you mean, doctor? 

Hugo Strange: Art is, among other things, a way of expressing one’s feelings and emotions. If you want to be able to recover from your insecurities, anger, and self-doubt, one of the best ways for you to do it would be to put those feelings into your artwork itself. Once you do, you will not only be a healthier person but a better artist as well.