#i do not have the brain power right now for this math lol

[bigfatbimbo]

Hey there! @hazbinhotelmollykisser here yet again, with the promised bill rambles :)

Forgive me if the following words sound like nonsense, I'm trying lol

SO. I'll be covering the bill with a more powerful reader and sub bill because your works have changed my brain chemistry, masochist bill because I'M GOING INSANE AN I NEED TO BE SEDATED, and bill with a reader that likes to tease him (with a more powerful reader version and a just a human version) because I need to study his reactions to teasing like I'm Stanford studying like... Science + math = triangles or something.

・Bill x More powerful reader

So I actually made an entire oc for this literally as soon as I finished reading the og post, which I will refrain on ranting abt, but the idea of a reader that's more powerful than bill is fascinating to me.

Because like, he's bill so he's obviously gonna try to get under your skin, but imagine a reader that sees his attempts to annoy them and just... Like laughs? A reader that finds his attempts almost endearing? Reverting whatever bill did back to before with just a snap and maybe a passing comment about his mischief.

It would drive him mad I think, he'd be rlly annoyed and pissy about it.

Or alternatively, a reader that does get angry when he tries to annoy them, (a loud and aggressive angry or a quiet festering angry both yielding different reactions from bill) and Bill takes it as motivation to keep annoying you (and it's definitely only because he thinks it's funny and totally definitely no other reason).

(Holy shit this is already getting long)

・Sub!Bill

So obviously a brat right? Like very obviously? We all agree on that.

And this next bit will probably just be regurgitating your points because I can't stop having the same opinions as you,

I personally need to see any + every version of bill cipher getting taken down a peg. Like I need to just. Ruin his life a little. Like I need to cause him mental peril and make it up to him (but actually it's only for me) by making him beg for what he wants and not giving him anything unless he asks out loud because "well I'm not a mind reader" (more powerful reader probably IS but shhhh..)

I want him to cry and beg (as do most people who read your blog honestly)

・masochist bill

Thinking about the way that bill literally talks about going out of his way to inflict pain onto the bodies he "possesses" (? Idk if that's the word I should use) made me think. Like too much thinking too many thoughts, to the point that I at multiple points almost wrote a small drabble in my notes app about it. (I would've if I could think of any words to write down when I need them 😭)

But like he's definitely some kind masochist right?

I can't think of any scenarios for human reader he made a deal with and bill for this category but imagine with me pls, a HUMAN reader, that he made a deal with (is actively trying to manipulate), causing him PAIN somehow (directly or indirectly), and he... DOSENT MIND? because 1. He's gonna have a mental breakdown because of it probably, and 2. He dosent JUST not mind. It's like EXCITING but not normal exciting.

So basically he'd be freaking out.

And with a reader that's more powerful than him? I think it'd be clear as day. Going hand in hand with the angry reader that's more powerful than him thing above, he would absolutely get off on annoying them until they snap at him (specifically the snap at him part). And when reader notices, they're obviously gonna make fun of him because hes being pathetic lol.

I think I have run out of masochist bill words now so onto the next topic.

・tease reader (human) x bill

My main reason for bringing this up is I love the idea of the powerful bill cipher being.. Well, flustered.

Like maybe when it's triangle form bill its easier to hide for him but if it were human bill reader would be able to tell almost instantly probably.

And more opportunities to make fun of bill for being a pathetic little creature are always good :)

・tease reader (more powerful) x bill

OOWOWHEOEJEIEBSJBSISNDH I love this idea so so SO SO SOSOSOSO MUCH!!!3&:28&:9.

SO MANY MORE OPPORTUNITIES TO TEASE AND NOT GET KILLED :)

Like imagine with me, your teasing bill and he gets all "upset" and probably threatens you, you don't gotta back off, you infact can tease him even more for thinking that he can threaten you. Shheheheheheheh.

I think that's all my words, I seem to have run out.

I hope that big lump of nothing text (800-ish words 😰) was enough to make up for my sudden dissapearence after promising to talk about bill TWO WEEKS AGO

Forgive my probably dogshit spelling and grammar pls

and hope you have a good day/night/whatever!

IUAHAHSHSHSHSHHSHDHSHAHS I LOVE THINGS LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX!!!!! Because it’s like wow, you did all the work for me! 😊

Ugh, this is so good tho. I always love to hear your thoughts, you are one of my FAV anons!!!!!

[sailor-moon39]

"i think i'll add a 'buy max' option to my clicker game-"

"oh. nevermind."

[skyward-floored]

For IAU requests… anything Four related? Sorry if that’s too vague lol

Don’t worry about it anon, being vague is fine! Precise prompts are fun too, but having some more vague ones adds some nice variety. And gives me the freedom to do stuff like this, hehe.

(Set when they’re all a little older. Four is somewhere in his early teens).

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“Hey, um... Link?”

Four startled, nearly banging his head against that of the girl leaning over him. She jumped back, and Four blinked a few times, trying to focus on her face. Freckles swam into view, and Four finally recognized the girl as his friend Dot.

Friend, despite how his brothers tried to tease.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” Dot apologized, and Four waved her off, yawning.

“‘S okay,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Did you need something?”

Dot hesitated, something odd shining in her eyes. “You um, really seem tired today, Link. Are you all right?”

No. “Yeah.”

Dot studied him a second, then leaned down, and lowered her voice so the other kids couldn’t hear her as easily.

“I... I heard your brother was in the hospital.”

Four swallowed as the familiar ache in his chest came back, and he looked at his desk as he nodded.

“I’m really sorry,” Dot continued, her voice soft. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No,” Four mumbled, not wanting to think about Twilight, still struggling to recover after a hit from a mysterious weapon had nearly killed him. Hyrule’s powers had had almost no effect on his injury, and they’d exhausted every option they had. And though Twilight was finally no longer on death’s doorstep, he still wasn’t healing like he should be.

He could easily slip back to a dangerous level, and if that happened again he might not have the strength to pull through this time.

“...Link?”

Four swallowed. “Sorry. Thanks though. Appreciate it.”

Dot hesitated, but nodded, and patted his shoulder as the bell rang, signaling the start of class. She sat in the desk next to him like she always did, and poked his arm whenever he started to drift off, giving him a light shake when that wasn’t enough.

The school day dragged on, and dragged him with it, Four fumbling his way through his classes. Dot stayed at his side for all of them that she could, and the part of him that was awake enough to notice was grateful for it.

He’d barely slept the past few days, his emotions were a wreck, and on top of all that he’d had a nasty argument with Wild last night.

“He doesn’t need this right now!”

Four swallowed. All he really wanted to do was go back to the hospital and sit with Twilight, but instead he was stuck in school, currently learning about some math formula while his and Wild’s angry words rang in his head, along with the noise Twilight had made when he’d been hit and Four couldn’t stop thinking about how still he’d gone after he’d fallen—

“Mr. Forester, I asked you a question.”

Four blinked, and realized his math teacher had come up to his desk, arms crossed as her foot tapped on the floor. The classroom was quiet, and Four swallowed when he noticed everyone was looking at him.

“Mr. Forester?” the teacher reminded sternly, and Four swallowed.

“I’m... could you repeat that, please?” he stammered, and she sighed.

“I asked if you knew how to solve the problem,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “And I would appreciate an answer sometime this year.”

A few of his classmates tittered, and Four blinked the exhaustion out of his eyes, trying to remember if he’d actually heard her say the problem or not. His cluttered brain couldn’t focus though, too many thoughts and feelings clogging his usually sharp brain. The writing on the board blurred, and Four swallowed, looking at his desk.

He had no clue what he was supposed to be solving.

“I... n-no. I’m sorry,” he whispered, and to his horror, his eyes began to water.

His teacher sighed, and went back to the front of the class. “Disappointing, Mr. Forester. I expect more from you. Can anyone else tell me how to work these equations? Miss Castor?”

Someone else spoke up, but the words just buzzed in Four’s head, his throat tight as he stared at his desk.

His brother could be dying right now, and he was wasting his time sitting in a math class.

Four bit his lip as it trembled, flipping up the hood of his jacket. The argument with Wild wouldn’t stop replaying through his mind, the way he’d yelled and how Four had yelled back, and how he’d split in the middle of it and said things he knew he’d regret, but they’d felt so good leaving his mouth, and the way Wild’s face had looked so miserable as he’d run away, and how his father had just looked resigned to the fact that they were going to lose Twilight—

A hand squeezed his arm, and Four looked through his hair at Dot, her face sharply worried now. He swallowed rather thickly, and Dot suddenly raised her hand.

“Yes, Miss Gustafson?” their teacher asked as she turned around, and Dot stood from her desk.

“I think I need to take Link to the nurse,” she said firmly, hand still holding Four’s arm. “He hasn’t been feeling well all day, you can see for yourself he’s pale.”

“Are you certain?” their teacher asked, and Dot nodded, unwavering. Their teacher thought for a moment, tapping a finger on her desk. “Hmm. I suppose he has been acting unusual today... that would certainly explain some things. You may escort him.”

“Thank you,” Dot said with a nod, and she pulled Four out of his desk and out of the classroom before he could blink.

They didn’t go to the nurse’s office though, rather Dot pulled him to a small spot behind the stairs, one so small only a few kids could actually fit back here. Four and Dot fit fine though, and she tugged Four down to sit, rifling in her bag.

“Okay, go ahead,” she said, pulling something out.

“Go ahead?” Four asked, barely stopping his voice from wobbling.

“Go ahead. Cry. You were on the verge of breaking down in there, you’ve got to let some of it out or there’s no way you’re making it through any more classes today,” Dot said matter-of-factly. She held up a small packet of tissues. “So cry, please.”

Four let out a hollow laugh. “I’m not going to just start crying because you told me to, Dot.”

“It’ll help, trust me,” Dot urged, and her voice softened. “It’s okay to be upset, Link. Anyone would be with what you’ve got going on. Just cry for a bit, and then we can go back. We don’t even have to go to the nurse if you don’t want to.”

Four laughed again, but the sound was watery. “Dot, just because Tw-Twilight is in the, the hospital, doesn’t m-mean, I...”

For some reason saying it out loud made it all crash down on him, and Four’s voice broke.

He tried to keep talking, but his breath hitched, and suddenly he was crying instead, a sob hiccuping from his throat. Dot stayed quiet as she set a hand on his shoulder, and Four felt tears begin to drip down his cheeks.

She rubbed it a little bit, and Four hiccuped again, wishing in the back of his mind that he could split. Then only a fourth of him would be sobbing his eyes out in front of Dot, and this would be a little less embarrassing.

But his powers were secret, and supposed to stay that way. So Four continued to cry, Dot scooting over to sit more closely beside him, her hand warm on his shoulder.

He didn’t know how long they sat there, Dot patting his shoulder while he cried his eyes out, but it was long enough that he was sure their teacher would be suspicious.

“Y-you should go back,” Four finally said, shakily wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “You’ll be missed.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I can just say you threw up on me and I had to clean myself up,” she shrugged, offering him a tissue. Four let out a watery snort, but took it, shakily blowing his nose. “Or that the nurse wanted to make sure you hadn’t infected me. Ooh, or maybe you were so delirious you begged me to stay at your side, and I was forced to forgo math in order to stop your feverish ramblings.”

“No way that would work as an excuse,” Four said, his voice still wobbling.

“It might, you never know.”

Four fondly shook his head, then sighed, feeling drained from all the crying he’d just done. He didn’t feel... better, exactly, but he felt less overwhelmed by it all. His head felt less cluttered at least, and he gave Dot a grateful look.

“Thanks Dot,” he said quietly, and she nodded, then gave him a quick hug.

“Of course. If you need to talk, or just... anything else, just ask, okay?”

Four nodded, and hugged her back. “Okay.”

They sat under the stairs a little while longer, trying to make Four look like he hadn’t spent the last half hour crying, and then Dot pulled him to his feet, and they went to the nurse’s office together. They at least needed an alibi for being gone so long, and it would be suspicious if Four was never seen going to the nurse. Even if he only felt sick because of worry.

Four sighed as they walked down the hallways, and Dot squeezed his hand, giving him a little smile. He somewhat succeeded in returning it, and his thoughts drifted back to Wild, and their argument.

As soon as he made it through the rest of the school day, he’d... try and talk to him. He owed Wild that much at least.

And... Twilight would want him to try.

[darlingian]

🪐⚡weekly tag wednesday⚡🪐

✨ it's that time again!! lets answer some really random questions for fun ✨

thank you @deedala @energievie @mybrainismelted for thinking of lil old me

name: c h a n i

age: I was born when Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" was top of the charts.

astrological sign: A goat.

upon which continent do you reside: Turtle Island.

tell us how you're feeling right now using 3-5 emojis: 🫠💀💅🌧🪠

whats your favorite flavor of gum? Peach Extra. It was discontinued like 15 years ago but I still think it's the best.

whats the last movie you watched? Jane Eyre 2011. I won't go into how often I watch that movie.

what was your worst subject in high school? Math. Lordy lordy, math just would not click for me no matter how hard I tried.

whats the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time? I worked in a call centre for two days. They literally told me when I showed up on day two that they were impressed I'd come back because apparently most new hires don't even last one full day. IT WAS SO AWFUL.

whats your favorite thing to do at an amusement park? I love funnel cake and those huge things of lemonade where they put whole lemons in there. I love most rides except wooden roller coasters. I rode one of the wooden coasters (Mine Buster specifically) at Canada's Wonderland and it rattled my brain so hard I was convinced I was gonna die.

what condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)? I'll take an Oktoberfest sausage with Oktoberfest mustard, diced onions, and sauerkraut. (You can take the girl out of Kitchener but you can't take Kitchener out of the girl.)

cincinnati chili, thoughts? I have no idea what that is. (Hold on while I Google it.) So it's chili on top of pasta with cheese and onions? Sounds good to me? Lol it honestly sounds like something I'd have been served as a kid growing up poor.

do you sleep with a plushie? I don't because until super recently I wouldn't let myself enjoy stuffies? I felt like as an adult I wasn't allowed. But that's stupid. lol

how do you feel about thunderstorms? Looooooooove them. They remind me of the sound of rain on aluminum roofs at camp, counting between thunder and lightning as a kid to know how far away it was, Having the power go out and reading by candlelight, the way everything smells when the rain dies down. I just love them.

what's the last animal you touched? one of my cats when I served them their breakfast! Not sure which one I touched last but I usually give them little good kitty pets as they dig in.

grab the nearest item with words on it that ISNT a book and tell me the final word: "Bitch" hehehehe It's my laptop and the sticker closest to me says "Liking what I like don't make me a bitch"

have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before its due? I'm gonna be real with you and say that I don't think I turned in a single assignment in highschool on time.

tagging these peeps and please pretend I tagged you if you want to play too! @michellemisfit @too-schoolforcool @mickeysgaymom @gardenerian @gallawitchxx

@heymacy @heymrspatel @sam-loves-seb @crossmydna

@blue-disco-lights @jrooc @samantitheos @creepkinginc

@whatthebodygraspsnot @palepinkgoat @mmmichyyy @sluttygallavich

@thirstyvampyr @iansw0rld

Tried to tag you all earlier but the tags didn't show. I forgot about the glitch 🤦🏻‍♀️

[sandwitchstories]

No creativity today and home sick in bed but the ADHD makes the brain still go (even skipping my Adderall today!) so instead, I edit and read over my 8 million WIPS.

Have a little taste of something different from me. I hope you laugh as I did when I wrote this scene and I do rereading it. Every time.

This is a Kimetsu Academy AU I have where reader is a teacher at the school.

It is going to be a reader x Sanemi x Rengoku story. Reader is Inosuke's older sister.

No title decided on yet. (Though for all you millennial kids out there, my working title is School House Cock 🤣 {starts mumbling School House Rock songs and trying to make the words dirty...})

To set the scene a little bit- power outage effecting most class room. The boys head to her classroom to see if she has power. the 3 of them are just friends and CO workers at this point. (I'm actually trying my hand at a slower burn. Notice I said slower not outright slow. I can't do slow burn lol even in real life!). Y/N is a creative writing teacher for first year high school students.

Conjunction junction, what's your function

Y/N sighed, running tired fingers through her long hair before replying. “It’s going. I was trying some new excel formulas this quarter to see if it could help speed up my current process. And I screwed it up royally. Had to start over. Womp womp. What about you?”

“Well, I have good news! Your brother ate less of his assignments this quarter!” Kyojuro said in his usual loud and happy voice.

Y/N threw her head back and laughed. “Look… with the way today has gone, I am taking that as a win!”

“That’s the right outlook!” Kyojuro smiled at her, glad to see her smiling and her features relaxing. Her muscles overall looked less tense than when he had first entered her classroom.

“What are you two talking about?”

Y/N turned her head to give Sanemi a warm smile as the sexy, scarred man appeared in the doorway. “Inosuke apparently ate less of his history homework this last quarter. How’d he fare in math so far?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” Sanemi asked, giving her a look as he came into the room to stand next to where the other two sat.

“Oh come now, Shinazugawa! How bad can it be?” Kyojuro asked.

“He’s got a whooping 13% for the final semester. And yes that is with his final included."

Y/N did NOT want to tell Granny about his grades... She would end up suffering the consequences and atoning for her brother's sin right beside him when the old woman found out... As much as Y/N loved her beloved grandmother who had raised them... When it came to punishment... She was a cruel old bat. A true Sadist. She would refuse to make Tempura for them for at least 2 weeks... At least...

“How much of that is 0s for not turning work in?” Y/N asked, grimacing.

“At least 80%.”

“That tracks,” Y/N sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “So it would seem that he did better in history because he ate more of his math this semester. The Gods have a cruel sense of humor.”

[writerkatsblog]

AAAAAAAAAAAA WHY IS GUAN THERE ALREADY ARE THERE TWO GUANS?! …THREE GUANS IF WE COUNT ACTUAL GUAN?

WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH THE STRANGER, WHAT'S IN HIS NECK, WHY IS HIS HAIR ALL RED NOW, WHAT ARE THESE POWERS AND WHY DOES IT GIVE HEYLIN MAGIC VIBES?! GREEN FIRE? RED HAIR AND GREEN FIRE?!?!!?! DOES HE HAVE WEIRD EYELASHES/EYELINER ON HIS FACE? AND WHAT'S JACK GONNA DO AT THE LAB? HOW DID GUAN (BUT NOT THAT GUAN OR THAT GUAN, THE OTHER GUAN) PUT IS HEAD BACK ON LIKE IT WAS A MILD INCONVENIENCE?! WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGG

Ahem

Good chapter! Great chapter! I'm really, really invested in Jack and the stranger's friendship now. His friend who he almost called "D-…" Not his name… Not even a letter in his name… But his brain is a little fried from what happened last time, and they're in the desert, prime time for brain farts! Jack could've brought back a second soda for him. Not that he'd take off the mask toe drink it, but still, he could've!

Those kids are relentless in their chase, they're really determined to get their friend back! So determined that they missed all the hints and were blindsided and caught off guard once heads started rolling! And things only got more violent and gory from there! For all the kiddy battles and gamey showdowns they've been in, I don't think the Xiaolin monks are built for the type of animosity and violence that these two strangers are about to unleash on everyone right now. Or the powers they're gonna do it with. Are these guys on par with the big players and magic users like Wuya and Chase themselves? Is that glove and the things in advanced tech or secret Shen Gong Wu? Does He-Who-Is-Not-Guan's bracelet work the same way? Does this Guan even have the bracelet or is it with other Guan that's not really Guan? Are the kids going to be okay?

This chapter just leaves me with so many questions!

But I gotta list off some non-question parts that I liked while I'm still coherent! Here: Raimundo: Why is he talking like Clay?! Kimiko: Why did his head just come off?! Clay: Why are you guys not dodging?! LOL! Love those kids!

Guan tried to get his lick back in the more direct way possible and complained about fairness. An eye for an eye, a head for a head, eh?

Whatever Guan tried to do with that glove, it didn't work, because of whoever the Stranger thanked, I guess. I'm confused but the math is starting to math, I think this is one part of the mystery we're going to watch unravel real soon!

And the Stranger is in so much pain that those descriptions made me wince! I hope we get to see his face soon so we get to know how expressive he actually is through all this!

And the ambergris from waaaaay back when Wuya was raiding Chase's lair is finally about to come into play! Now that's what I call a Chekov's gun! I'm going to comb back through the earlier chapters to try and see what other Chokov's guns might be firing off soon! Whatever Keiko's mom did first sure, and those lotus flower petals, and and, um…

I guess I'll wait and see!

Oops! All Guans

Masked stranger has a lot of stuff going on, not the least of which is this tenuous situation he has going on with the monks right now after this reveal. Poor guy, he's been dealing with a lot. Including Jack Spicer.

The dragons are very determined to get their friend back. But now they have to deal with this nightmare. So they're dealing with quite a bit right now. And sadly, yes. They're more used to Xiaolin Showdowns, which have rules and are usually set up as games. Not what fresh hell is going on in this latest fight. They're not quite ready for all out brawls and body horror like they're seeing here.

Many many questions, which shall be answered in their own time I assure you!

They're all such goofballs and I love their collective dynamic. Even if it's still not quite the same without Omi.

That ambergris was always gonna come back into this one way or another! You'll just have to wait and see in what way!

I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter so much! And hope you'll be looking forward to the next one!

[bonesandthebees]

thoughts and questions that didnt get in my comments bc I needed to let them bounce around my brain for a bit 1/?

please don't feel bad for using the bird metaphor so much, it's cool and I think it also works really well with the unreliable narrator thing where wilbur can translate the birds actions in one way, warped by his pythia training or denial or coping, while the reader, thinking different, can translate it in the different (and I think the right) meaning

wilbur says the bird shrieked (in ch10) bc tommy liking him was wrong, I think it's bc it's what the bird yearns for and it's a sing of happiness, recognition, he wants to be loved and cared about (like he deserves and never got)

is it just me or does it kinda feel like part of wilbur wants them to kill him so he won't have to do it himself?

yes he is scared of dying. even of the deathlings killing him, but

we know he's scared that clara will ask him to kill himself and that hes not sure if he could do it (that means he wouldnt be able to do it, which im super grateful for)

and I know he's trying to make sense of his situation and why the deathlings are acting like they are and killing him would be the logical choice

but also I noticed that he keeps mentioning the killing to the deathlings very often and phil was right about him basically suggesting it in that argument and it kinda makes me feel like he (probably mostly subconsciously) wants the deathlings to kill him just so he won't have to face the disappointment if clara asks him to kill himself which he internally knows he wouldnt be able to do (in wilburs mind its more of a question of when bc he believes that clara will want to get rid of him now that he failed to escape)

the talk about wilburs life in the palace, his (lack of) power, excluding himself from the rich and you mentioning here on tumblr how wilbur and schlatt used to be closer and on more equal level before schlatt became the emperor made me realise how little we actually know about wilburs life in the palace

we know schlatt didnt listen to him, he had to wear the blindfold and everyone saw him more as a thing than a person, but what did he do in all the free time?

aaa thank you I'm glad the bird metaphor is working out well and isn't being overused lol. I'm definitely still figuring out the balance with using long metaphors throughout an entire piece. it definitely is really fun to look at as wilbur pushing his feelings off onto something else so he can deny them as his own

hmm if they made the decision to kill him it certainly would make things a lot easier for wilbur now wouldn't it because he wouldn't have to confront anything himself... but he's also still afraid of dying in general. in his mind he knows it's the 'right' option, but he also doesn't want to die. so if he's confronted with it, he's going to back down and be terrified no matter how much he tells himself it's his 'duty' or it's easier for everyone.

he actually did have a lot of advisorial duties like sitting in on meetings with schlatt's council to stay updated on what was going on in the country, meeting regularly with the priests of clara and leading worship rituals, and of course meeting with schlatt on a near daily basis even if he didn't have a vision the night before just to have a 'check-in' of sorts with how things were going. when he wasn't doing any of this though, he would often read history books on the history of the country or the history of clara worship. he'd also just read a lot of educational books besides history texts, like for science and maths as well. also I like to think there was a piano in his quarters, so he learned how to play piano and would spend a lot of his free time practicing. (he's never done much singing though.)

[grimmgrinningghouls]

Go on about ash I dare you. (Interpret this as me legit asking about ash)

OKAY OKAY There is SO much to say about Ash where do I even start bro. She's been plaguing my brain for a fucking year now she won't leave. She's a skywing from WoF but we made wings of fire dope as shit and cured the series of its straight white woman author disease. She's essentially a spartan warrior version of a dragon and she's so silly.

She's also the daughter of two rich dragons, her moms a decorated war hero, and her dads just a rich prick. Her moms a vile dragon who doesn't care about her children outside of them ending up like her, as in also being decorated and valued members of skywing society. The only attention she gives them is putting them through the whole spartan 9 yards. Much like spartans, she started training around the age she learned to fly, which is 7 years old in dragon years. She was 2 in actual years, but maturity-wise she was 7.

Most skywings are required to go into some form of military training, at least for a few years. Its legally required for them to be in boot camp for 2 years, afterward they can choose to join the military or just do what they wanna do. Most of them join the military bc skywings heavily value their soldiers though. Still, the 2 year boot camp they go through teaches them basic reading, writing, math, and all that fun stuff. Ash didn't go through that however. Due to her mother's rank, Ash was allowed to be home indoctrinated lol.

Which in turn meant she was never taught to write, read, or do math. She can read maps and basic words, and do basic math, but she can't write at all and struggles with reading. All of her time was focused on military. She spent the first 5 years of her life doing grueling exercises, including being starved, whipped, threatened with a snake that could kill her with one bite, verbally abused, and generally just neglected unless she was training. Poor girl went through hell. Ash DOES have siblings tho, in the form of Singe, her older sister, who went through much of the same torment, and her two younger twin sisters, Soot and Smog.

Soot and Smog were left pretty much alone by their mother. Their mother was a very materialistic dragon, she only saw others for their use, she saw Singe and Ash as her future killing machines, and Soot and Smog as nothing more than tokens she could marry off once they were of age to richer families in different tribes to further expand her families influence. Soot and Smog were spoiled and pampered since they had nothing else to do, their father was very uninvolved and tbh a lil bit scared of his wife, while their mother put her focus on Singe and Ash. The twins are incredibly spoiled and like to mock their older sisters.

She did intend to marry Singe and Ash both off as well, she was planning on trying to marry Ash into the royal family, and Singe to whatever dragon she thought would increase their family's riches and power.

Around the age of 19 in human years, conflict began breaking out in pyrrhia thanks to the rainwing queen getting bitter. Their mother (Candle btw) saw this as a lovely opportunity to shove her two oldest daughters into the horrors of war. Singe and Ash are both incredibly competent soldiers due to their upbringing and get praised heavily. It catches the eye of Sunstone, the queen's right-hand man and the top general of the entire army. Essentially, Sunstone has the strongest army in pyrrhia at his command. He's impressed by them, so puts Ash under the mentorship of another very high-ranking general named Aelous, and mentors Singe himself.

Aelous is rough around the edges but treats Ash better than her mother did. Sunstone is a very carefree dragon, so he and Singe end up being besties. These are the first real connections Ash makes outside of her older sister. Sunstones not all he's cracked up to be however, he's a jealous, bitter, and downright delusional monster who doesn't care at all for any dragons life but his own. He thinks that all the queens are doing shitty queen jobs, so is planning to overthrow them all and put rulers he finds more adequate on the throne. To do this, he's working with the previously mentioned bitter rainwing queen who he plans to double cross.

Sunstone sabotages his own army and sends soldiers to their dooms, secretly helping the rainwing queen take out the biggest threat to her from the inside out. Enough about him though.

Ash, after just returning from a scout mission, goes looking for her older sister in the skywing barracks. Lots of stuff happens, but for now, all yall need to know is Sunstone killed Singe. This shook Ash and completely uprooted her entire world. I don't want to go tooo into detail with it, but like I mentioned before, Ash was severely neglected outside of her soldier training. She was never taught how to deal with her emotions and is prone to outbursts of rage, sadness, and even joy. She doesn't know how to express herself, so goes through a very rough grieving process.

Won't spoil any more, but she meets some dragons from another tribe who help her with her grief and in finding herself, and in the end, she's the one who takes down Sunstone and stops the war, commits some war crimes, goes to prison and almost dies at one point, accidentally kills her mother and helps her little sisters not be little shits, as well as cuts off her father, falls in love, and gets over (most) of her trauma

[damascenery]

hi there! 👋 my name's cozy, and this blog of mine started as a dialogue dump and evolved into a bookblr, writeblr, post-graduation studyblr of sorts. basically, it's just a place for me to be a nerd about the things i love to learn about, which is everything, so really you never quite know what you're gonna get. it's an adventure for both of us 🧡

what do you read?

mostly fantasy, but i do hope to expand my horizons a lot! in terms of fiction, i want to get more into mystery (cozy and traditional), horror, historical fiction, political thrillers, romance, and middle grade lit. in terms of nonfiction, i really like learning about anything, so the sky's the limit! i'm a biologist, so definitely anything within that realm, but i also enjoy math and tech and other sciences (from a much more layman perspective though lol). i also really want to study more history, especially in west asia bc that's where i'm from and i want to learn more about my heritage! also poetry, philosophy, psychology, politics, sociology/social justice, linguistics, and a smidgen of theology (exposure therapy for the religious trauma). so! a super wide range. i especially try to prioritize diversifying my reading, so i'm always open to book recs!

what do you write?

i write pretty sporadically, but i primarily am writing fanfics right now. i dabble in whatever interests me, but the large projects i have gathering dust brewing right now are for the elder scrolls and for a crossover hilda/gravity falls fic (i have quite the range). i do hope to eventually get back into original writing, and i've got more plot bunnies than i can count, but most of them revolve around arabian mythology and west asian historical fiction/magical realism. most of my writing (fic and original alike) has themes of racial and ethnic oppression, solidarity in the face of hardship, grey morality, the importance of hope, good old fashioned power of friendship, and general anti-nihilist, anti-colonial, anti-doomer shit. also lots of romance and found family, because i'm galaxy brained like that.

i might also occasionally write essays or things compiling some info on a topic of interest if the adhd hyperfocus mode makes me go insanely deep in a rabbit hole.

currently reading

emily wilde's encyclopedia of faeries by heather fawcette

flamefall by rosaria munda

how to read now by elaine castillo

fresh banana leaves: healing indigenous lands through indigenous science by dr. jessica hernanzdez

the 100 years war on palestine by rashid khalidi

[revenant-coining]

woo hii again howve you been ?? just gotta check up since i havent talked to you in a while :] /nfta /lh OHH okay so powerful being set up spawn points for others right ?? /genq ooo okay got it why are hell creatures considered non magic though ?? ooo thats actually really interesting !! what was it like being raised by original satan ?? ooo that sounds much more better then what ive heard of the school system here do you know what they usually teach ?? ive heard here the system isnt that good jfklsdjf ohh okay so universes are bigger then dimensions right ?? so what are the differences between alternate universes and dimensions ?? YEESSS ugh kidcore is just so yes and comforting like the playgrounds are so much fun and the vibe is just so positive yeah ikr !! im thinking of asking body parents to get us something similar to that :D ramble anon [ also thamks !! its been going up and down but i managed to gain the spoons to reply /lh :]] ]

hi hi hi i'm excited to see you !!! I'm glad you're doing ok :]

yea! powerful beings set up spawn points for others

even though hell monsters aren't from the mortal plane, they don't have magic. they are natural to the dimension of hell, and aren't made by magic, so they're considered non-magical, aka natural

i don't remember growing up that clearly, but he was more like a cool uncle? he was busy a lot so he couldn't be with me all the time but he raised me well :]

history was a big thing in schooling, and then magical stuff came next. we learned about hell's fauna and flora, as well as basic math (so simpler stuff, no calculus and things like that). stuff like science and english was optional. and yeah the school system in this world is. not good for me lol

[ID: a image with a black background. there is a large red red circle in the bottom right and top left corner. there a two small blue circles in the top left red circle, and two blue circles, one small and one medium, in the bottom right red circle. there is a medium sized green circle left of the bottom right red circle. End ID]

bringing this graphic back so i hopefully make more sense (red = "parent" dimensions aka universes, blue = sub dimensions, and green = pocket dimension.)

so say the picture above was showing the universe we're in now, and the one I'm from. the red circle would be the universe, everything from that universe is inside of the red circle. this universe would have the mortal plane, and the entire solar system, and the entirety of space, everything. and my universe would have all of that, and then dimensions, such as hell or heaven. so a universe or alternate universe is a really big dimension, and a dimension is a small universe within a universe (i hope that made more sense?)

kidcore is sooo comforting, makes instinct brain go brrrrr

that room setup looks very nice :] I just got a new bed and now my nest is elevated lol

[the-firebird69]

#fight #fyp

This is Jimmy jonas's son Paul notice Paul dodos and he is fighting really for his life against Trump and trumpsters are there watching their basket killed now his ass kicked in the face he bowed out and they found out he had a fracture in his face hit him that hard well his face is kind of weak so bodies week and we don't know how he's still here we need to start beating on this idiot again he did this because of the comments made after the Rosa Parks event and it did not happen yet but it was planned and he said you're saying you did something to him and a lot of times it's true and people are figuring out he's going around killing people and taking their stuff at the top so we going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

So later Trump is trying to drive Garth against my husband again that guy is a real low life and he's a cheese ball I mean he doesn't belong here he's ruining your plan Max lol and you can't tell

Hera

I don't know gee whiz he's infiltrating your place with his idiots if they eat well and the exercise well and sleep well they're brain mutates into the host

Zues

We didn't know that no we know that and you're right it's harder to tell than it was but if you find a few you understand how it works

Macs

We still hear our puke breath sending messages

Trump

It's really awful what he's doing here he's saying that cuz he's threatening him with vomiting and says he has the program and he doesn't and he's trying to get power to say he has it so people believe him and he keeps telling the people he's trying to fool the answers and it's horrible and we do see what he's saying he's a little f**** and he's a loser and he acts like a 3 year old child do you have to punch him and hit him and hold him down and punch him and hit him every 20 minutes or the sucker is up and is a complete spaz just like the Billy Hicks version which is really what he is he's a nothing I'm starting to see how bad it is and hear it these people are horrendously stupid half of them got up and said we're ready to run in there and there's huge shifts and other stuff to go after and they want to run after a fully armed basis and that you can hit with the ships and you know they're stupid they're very stupid and they got everyone else to run out to the ships it's like and thinking they'll capture them and they don't know who's out there so we're going to form a line and they knew that we were and we're going to have a game and we will try and let some in but really these people need to die they're horrendously awful we don't think that even make a scratch and he doesn't either there's no way to tell it to him but in doing so you'll see huge armies just get vaporized and it's going to attract attention and it says they'll see other people fighting them because they have to cuz if they go in there they're going to f*** it all up I agree this person here Trump is the biggest screw up I've ever seen and he's messing up with him doesn't care what the math is doesn't care about how to find things he's a loser too he's got artifacts everywhere and doesn't know what to do with them and just threatens and threatens and threatens and he loses them I've had enough of this stuff the writing is on the wall he's a moron

Macs

So he's calling them retards cuz they're making noises and they start yelling and stuff silently and he says you people are f****** morons okay I want Earth knows you're stupid and you're taking your money that's what you're doing right here are you deaf Joe Watts you don't care about your money either sweet piece of s*** well you're going to die anyways and he says that to him in the stupid assholes start blithering and people going through their people here they want them out

Thor Freya

Olympus

[o-ceti]

i have so much work to do that i can’t even blame myself for being bad at time management at this point like there’s just more shit than a person can reasonably do for teh love of god halp meh xD

[makeste]

[marge simpson noises]

so yeah, I have been doing some thinking about this.

particularly that “I won’t give you a moment to rest” bit.

and also about this:

so as far as the math for that goes, when All Might met Deku in chapter one, he said it had been five years since his battle with AFO. since then, almost exactly two years have passed; All Might’s conversation with Deku on that rooftop took place in April of Deku’s last year of middle school, and as of chapter 296 it is April again (or just about), and we are about to enter Deku’s second year of high school.

now, we don’t know exactly when Nighteye had his vision, but I think it’s a safe bet that their falling-out didn’t happen too long afterward. so it’s reasonable to guess that Nighteye saw that prophecy shortly before All Might’s fateful battle with AFO. which was five years before the start of the manga, and thus almost exactly seven years before the current chapter.

here are some other things to consider:

“I won’t give you a moment to rest” is a VERY smart move on AFO’s part. right now the heroes are all either terribly wounded, or busy assisting with the rescue efforts at Gunga and Jakku. not a single one of the top ten (or probably even the top fifty) heroes is in any kind of fighting condition. there is basically no one around who can stop the Noumus from busting AFO out. AFO has purposely timed it that way; but more than that, Horikoshi has timed it that way, because at the end of the day his characters are only as smart or as stupid as he makes them lol. both the heroes and villains alike have done any number of stupid things during this arc when it was convenient for the story. if Horikoshi wanted an arc where the villains broke out of Tartarus and Deku and the others tried to fend them off, he would have dumbed down AFO, or perhaps just made him so overconfident that he didn’t feel it necessary to wait until the heroes were weakened. but instead, he chose this time around to give us the Smart version of AFO, who has Brain Cells, and who waits until the heroes are all indisposed.

basically what I’m trying to get at here is that Horikoshi wrote Deku and the others out of this arc. actually that’s a much more concise summary that basically sums it all up in one sentence instead of the above long paragraph lol but oh well.

meanwhile, All Might, as we saw earlier in the War arc, is still back at U.A. with Eri (and probably Rat Principal too, I suppose).

as previously mentioned, the rest of the U.A. staff (as well as Naomasa) all appear to be at Gunga or Jakku.

All Might is very much not in a condition to be fighting anyone at this stage. I know there are theories out there that Eri might be able to Rewind him back to a point where he still had his power, but (a) I’m not sure that OFA works like that, and (b) even if it did, judging by the size of Eri’s horn in chapter 276, she’s already used up most if not all of her power on Mirio. so she presumably needs time (and by “time” I mean “up to several months”) before she can recharge enough to be able to do anything that big again.

All Might has just enough of that self-sacrificing, noble-to-a-fault heroic spirit that I could see him foolishly rushing over to Tartarus in an attempt to stop his arch-nemesis from escaping, even if he knows it’s futile. much like the quirkless child he once met who tried to save his childhood friend by throwing a backpack.

and again, just to stress this point, because it’s the one thing that I actually can’t stop thinking about: Deku is currently unconscious. if he knew what was potentially about to go down (like, say, if he had a convenient Sense that warned him whenever Danger was approaching), I have no doubt he would activate every latent quirk left in his body and Float his concussioned drunkass self and his dangly spaghetti-limbs over to Tartarus in two seconds flat, consequences be damned. but he can’t. because thanks to Tomura he is currently down for the count.

when’s the last time Deku spoke to All Might, I wonder. the night before he left for the mission? did he Facetime him enroute to Jakku? did they have a sweet conversation where they were all Father & Son vibes and recklessly tempting the cruelty of fate?? why can I not stop thinking about this.

basically,

would Horikoshi possibly be that cruel? surely not, right? then again, wouldn’t he?? no. but then again. someone please reassure me here lol. oh my god.

[darlingbudsofrae]

Neil Josten Appreciation Post

Foxes Appreciation Series : 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 ||

Alright, let’s just start this by addressing the big elephant in the room: everyone loves Neil Josten. EVERYONE.

If you don’t, you’re lying. 

Okay, first up- I’m glad this is getting addressed more on AFTG tumblr but Neil is literally so much smarter than the fandom gives him credit for.

Like yes, he’s a little dumdum on the social aspect of things (you could argue he kind of has a low EQ but also not really, I would argue that later)

but that doesn’t dismiss that he is smart af and that he can kill you and make it look natural if he wants.

For example, he literally outrun and hid from the mafia for years. Like, that in itself is an obvious point but we often forget that he did this at a very young age.

Like, he was presumably what? 16?? (when Mary kicked the bucket?) And kid was already playing hide and seek pretty well with a freaking mafia.

He does not get enough credit for this.

The survival skills it takes- the mental strength to survive as a runaway and technically he’s also homeless- at freaking 16, that’s just insane.

Also, let’s not mention the fact that it takes skills to forge official papers and all that.

We also do not talk enough about Neil and how he freaking have to relearn an entirely new position just to play exy.

I don’t think most remember that he’s actually a backliner, but have to play as a striker because it was the only available position in that local high school he attended in Millport, and that was how Kevin saw him so he was recruited as a striker.

We also additionally do not talk enough about how Kevin “literal and figurative Son of Exy” Day found potential for court in Neil “I’m a backliner but I’m playing striker because it’s the only thing available and I’m an exy junkie” Josten who only played it for like a year or less. 

Like yeah, Kevin said he needs more training but it’s not even Neil’s official position. 

The talent on this man- I cannot, he is such an icon. 

Aside from his great survival skills and being literally great at picking things up- he’s also like freaking academically smart.

Like that also doesn’t get enough credit- I mean, he does math for fun.

Frankly, I think if you did Kumon or if you had an awesome teacher you could also do math for fun (I know I did) but this should be noted with the fact that he didn’t have proper schooling.

He went on a run at a really young age so there is no way he received formal education.

Which means he is naturally like really smart.

He’s also a polyglot. And the languages he has under his belt are all freaking difficult to learn- like, no kidding: French, German, and he can assumingly speak intermediate Spanish, and we don’t even have an idea if this is all the languages he can speak.

Also, he and Andrew learns how to speak Russian, right? Like, that’s crazy.

The brain on this man and the power that he has- my son, I am so proud.

I mean, for all we know- there’s more than that and the fact that he’s like 18 at TFC screams supremacy.

This is where I argue about his EQ but Neil is crazy perceptive.

It took him like freaking 3 seconds to figure out the team dynamics the foxes have, and how to work against it.

He later figured out how to make it all mesh together.

Like the way he do things isn’t conventional but reading him analyze his team despite his lack of empathy really makes me shudder.

Like, this kid is so freaking smart. I remember reading his thought process for the very first time and being like, okay- I definitely did not think about that.

The main problem with his EQ though is that he doesn’t know how to process positive stuff when he’s involved, but when he’s the outsider- his perspective is so amazing.

Like again, he kind of lacks empathy but the way he understands things and is just so sharp is just noteworthy.

I’d argue he doesn’t understand social cues and “modern teen things” but he isn’t so completely clueless on the social aspect in general as to not manipulate an entire team of misfits with issues to work together.

He’s literally the key to unity in AFTG. Even Dan says so.

Also, the way he puts things into play- like he’s a master manipulator, and I love that for him.

We do not talk enough about manipulative Neil, like I just really love manipulative characters in general so much- especially if they’re just owning it. 

I mean, he freaking manipulated Andrew and Aaron into therapy. Kind of evil but also wow. (just a sidenote, please don’t force people into therapy lol)

Going completely dark for a second, Neil also has a freaking high pain tolerance.

The amount of horrible things he went through in the books were just so sad and the fact that he just kind of moves on from it? That’s just completely oh my gods.

My poor summer child, even if you can kill me at any given time, let me just hug you for a second with consent.

Everyone also gives shit about Neil’s fashion choices and granted it is said he kind of bags the homeless looks but the fact that he values utility above all else-

Yes, we stan a resourceful king. 

Lowkey though, am I the only one who appreciate Neil’s average style?

Speaking of style- I love the way Neil narrates. Like, the way he doesn’t give much attention to how the character looks- it’s just so realistic?

Because if I’m talking to a person in real life, there is no way I am noting how his blue polo makes him kind of casual but clean-cut and how his brown eyes is as warm as my morning coffee. Like, who even does that?

The thing with Neil’s narration is that it’s just so authentic- like it easily engages the readers and the way he gives importance to every thing the same way, it really makes it easier for the reader to discern things objectively, y’know what I mean?

He just has that quality in a main character and narrator- he’s laidback and sarcastic but not trying too hard, and he’s just really easy to love.

Like, I normally don’t like narrators/main characters in books because I favor a side character more or just because they’re annoying, but Neil Josten is legit lovable. 

At the same time, he’s also a really well-written character. Like, for all the technicalities I point out in AFTG, Neil is an asshole. He’s not perfect and I don’t 100% love everything that he does and I love that.

He’s a flawed character but he gives you something to root for- and I just really want to appreciate his characterization for a second. Most books make their characters’ flaws not even their fault to put a check to the flawed character but at the same time still have that perfect character. Eeww, no- give me real flaws to work with.

He’s one of the realest protagonists I ever read.

Like people give him shit for wanting to hide but also choosing to play a nationwide-discerned sport on an infamous collegiate team but for me it’s kind of realistic.

Because I think we, as human beings, also do things we love too much regardless of logic. I don’t know, like it’s kind of funny the way Neil is written but I honestly didn’t see him joining Palmetto as a loophole.

Like, just think of all those successful people who hid their identities via pseudonym or other necessary means to do things they weren’t expected to do or weren’t allowed to do.

For me, his character was really just looking for excuses to play his favorite sport a second longer and if anything, that’s just kind of sad.

But also, his dedication and love to exy is really admirable- like I never understood it but the way he literally does everything to stay on the court for a second longer just makes me want to root for him.

On a random note, Neil may not have an eidetic memory like Andrew’s but the way he memorize most phone numbers by heart? 

Bruh, I don’t even have my phone number memorized and I freaking have it for two years now. 

He also memorizes every twists and turns at every trip, every exits at a room he enters, and most people’s tics upon the first meeting, and other things and that’s just crazy perceptive but also really crazy on another level.

Also, we don’t get much ace/demi representation and out of the few I’ve consumed, demi Neil Josten validates me. He’s legit my favorite character that belongs in the ace spec in books.

I just really love Neil’s character so much- he’s just so amazing.

One thing I always appreciate about Neil Josten is that while he’s not a total angel (sadly), the way he loves the foxes- like he legit tried to mend the team and make sure everyone is going to be okay before walking straight to his death- like I’m with Andrew on this one, what a fucking martyr. Why are you like this and why am I crying?

Neil Josten is by all means not soft, that much is established, but the way he’s just still as precious and must be protected at all costs-

"You know, I get it," Neil said. "Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you're worth a damn off the court—yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time."

I love him, your honor- where can I file this adoption papers and do I have anything else to sign?

[isagrimorie]

[initial reactions] Legacies 4x15 - Everything That Can Be Lost May Also Be Found

Positives of the episode:

HOPE IN NEW ORLEANS EVEN THOUGH IT'S ONLY ASTRAL PROJECTION.

HOPE WANTING BEIGNENTS. JUST GIVE HER BEIGNETS!

Rebekah telling Hope: "Welcome home, Little One."

Hope explaining Star Wars to Rebekah, a thousand-year-old vampire who spent the majority of the 21st century daggered in a coffin. Rebekah:

As Ampire Diaries Podcast's likes to joke: Does Rebekah even know about the moon landing yet!!! Bex won't know about Star Wars!!!

THE AUNTS! Trying to talk sense to another wayward Mikaelson.

But also:

BIG BROTHER MARCEL.

He knows his baby sis so well.

Also, it's telling that Hope's all claws and barbs with her aunts but not with Marcel.

Hope is always drawn to Marcel's Percival toy soldier! You can't make me believe that Marcel stayed away from Hope willingly, not after his promise to her.

AND A VINCENT MENTION. I'M OVERCOME.

I missed NOLA. Hope misses NOLA but it's painful for her to visit. She also missed beignets!

But also, Marcel is the one to get Hope to agree with him because among the whole family he's the only one who's raised a surly, powerful teen before.

Also, at first, I was put off Elijah did not have a funeral, but now I think it's because Rebekah and Freya held a funeral for him earlier. They know about Hope's complicated feelings for Elijah.

1 v 1 of Hope and No!Humanity Hope is better this episode, thank god.

young!Ric btw looks uncanny valley.

Cleo looks amazing btw and Cleo becoming a seer feels like a logical step from her muse powers.

JEN ASKS LIZZIE OUT. Lizzie is not opposed to it but has her own agenda. Also, Lizzie knew how to plan a good date, except for the last part where she overplayed her hand.

Horse girl Jenny Boyd enjoyed the horse scenes a lot!

LOL, the budget of Legacies isn't enough to get the full set of the courtyard compound up. So now Klaus's 'funeral' is in Rousseau's which sure Klaus would appreciate for Cami reasons but also Klaus would be bitching to Rebekah and Freya about how cheap they're being about his funeral.

Humanity!Hope to No Humanity Hope: "You're the most emotional person I've ever met. And I know Lizzie Saltzman." (LOL again bringing up Lizzie when you don't need to Hope/s).

My one wish after all this and things are back to relative normal: Hope keeps No Humanity Hope's dress sense.

Lizzie being back in Salvatore school after Jen told her it's the right thing to do -- more and more that RPG simulation is showing how wrong it is because it didn't have all the facts.

And now both Hope and Lizzie are back in school.

So I think the bisected Hopes are something similar to what happened to Raf in season 1. Two halves of her brain fighting over dominance and the clown poison caused the split further. I think Hope won't be able to merge back together if she hasn't accepted that both No Humanity and Humanity versions of her are important.

Since it takes a god to defeat the god I'm betting the end of this is Hope leveling up to the power levels of a god.

Nitpicks:

Writers and math, I swear! Rebekah and the family haven't been gone for just 3 years! They haven't been involved in Hope's life for around 5 years!

The 2-year time gap between The Originals and Legacies. Hope was 15 years old in season 5 of The Originals, and she was 17 in Legacies. There's some retcon of ages too since Josie and Lizzie are now only 1 year younger than Hope.

The premise of Legacies season 1 literally says this:

Legacies follows Hope Mikaelson, the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall, who is descended from some of the most powerful vampire, werewolf, and witch bloodlines. Two years after the events of The Originals, 17-year-old Hope attends the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted.

A year has passed at the end of season 2, which means Hope is 18 in season 2, the twins are 17. Time is more nebulous between seasons 2, 3, and 4 but let's say another year has passed after the season finale of season 3 since there was a time gap of a few months after Landon died. It's enough time in months that people are losing hope about finding him. We can say that Hope might be between 19-20 when she turned and since Lizzie followed soon after, I feel it's a good bet that Lizzie is around 18 years old.

So whatever the time between when the family last saw Hope, it was more than three years.

Also, I mean, I guess it's a reason why the family wasn't around but as Hope told Hayley. A PHONE CALL ISN'T HARD.

And not attending parent-teacher conferences?? MARCEL wouldn't let that happen.

Speaking of Marcel, I'm still LOL at Marcel wearing Elijah's suit. I don't buy Marcel wearing Elijah's suits!

Marcel still has some complicated feelings for him, not least because Elijah killed him and not once apologized for it. ('I will never forgive myself' is not the apology Elijah thinks it is).

Part of the negative: I really think we could've done without Kol. Why can't we keep the Daniel Sharman version? I liked him.

I know they talked about having kids but 'possible to conceive like Hayley did'.

NO. I don't know why y'all brought that up. Hope is just a kid herself. WTH.

I don't want to think of all the fandom evil theories about Malivore using Landon so Hope can have to carry a Malibaby. NOPE. SCRUB MY MIND.

Also, feels reductive to have Hayley brought up in this episode for just point. Hayley was more than a surrogate womb

[mypoisonedvine]

It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader

for @nsfwsebbie​​‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet​​ which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll​​ for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)

Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark.  And hoo boy, did I run with that.  I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness.  Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.

You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.  

“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having.  Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide. 

“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.  

“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.

“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head.  It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in.  He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like.  He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.

“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.  

“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head.  “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”

“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.

“--and he’s… kinda…”

“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.

“No,” you denied, “not creepy.  He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”

“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class.  But won’t even talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe?  I mean, he’s just shy, right?”

“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder.  “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you denied with wide eyes.  

“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted.  Jackie laughed.

“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.

“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.

“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.

“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.

“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.

“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.

“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.

“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully.  “It’ll be funny.”

“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”

“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately.  She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”

“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.

“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”

“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50?  He’s cute!”

“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious.  You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.

“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers.  You didn’t even take the money.

You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself.  If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.

He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.

“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.

“Hi,” he replied quickly.

“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop.  He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything.  “I… we have comp together?  You know who I am, right?”

“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up.  “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop.  “I was just working on this model.”

“Can I take a look?” 

He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him.  “Go ahead!”

You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.  

“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--” 

You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work.  “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.  

“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.

“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.  

“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.

“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least.  Nothing extracurricular.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”

He smiled.  “Oh, you’re one of those.”

You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit.  “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”

“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned.  “Like basic functions on matrices!  Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices.  If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”

“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.

“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed.  You hadn’t really meant it literally.  

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged.  It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math.  You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…

You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.

And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

It sort of happened all at once.  He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.

You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.  He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked.  And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.

“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.

And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.

“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.

You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before.  This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator.  This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense.  How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?

Thankfully, he didn’t stop.  He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace.  Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears.  A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right?  Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going?  It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.  

You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down.  God, he was strong.  He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular.  You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.

“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.  

He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit.  Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly.  It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really.  You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way!  It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming.  You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point.  But at this point, it was unstoppable.  You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet.  Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.

Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs.  But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.

“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell.  Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.

Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.  

“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.

You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth.  You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds.  You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore.  Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.

He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more.  You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.

“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.

He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black.  “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.

“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”

“More…?”

You sobbed with frustration, and desire.  “Fuck me, please.”

He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open.  It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls.  You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.

“You love it, don’t you?  You love my cock,” he growled.  His voice was lower, gravelly.  He sounded like an entirely different person.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Say it,” he demanded.

No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn.  “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.  

He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience.  You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it.  But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal.  God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess.  Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly.  “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh?  You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”

You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.

“You like that?  You like being my stupid whore?”

“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.

“But you like it, angel, I can tell.  Don’t lie to me.”

He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.

“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?  You asked me to fuck you.  Begged me.  Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”

“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words.  You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed.  “But, maybe you’re not playing.  You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could.  “N-no!”

“Not all the time, just when you’re wet.  Isn’t that right?  You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”

That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.

“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before.  Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs.  Your toes went numb.  You didn’t even know that could happen.  And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.”  You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to.  You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?

His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you.  For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.

“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder.  “You’re amazing.”

It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before.  It was comforting, but you were still a little confused.  “Really?”

He laughed softly.  “Did you not notice?  God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.

“Do you want some water?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled.  “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.

You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky.  You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math.  Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out?  Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now?  Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?

You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table.  He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…

At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification.  You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.

PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14

You furrowed your brow.  It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow.  No assignments due today, either.  And what was with the row/seat thing?  Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.

You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification.  It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message.  “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name.  You could only get a preview of the message…

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pic….

You were curious, or maybe just concerned.  Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him?  How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?

It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.

You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation.  Who didn’t put a password on their phone?

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pictures now?  I did what you asked.  I won’t tell anyone.  just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.

You felt a little sick.  You had no idea what this meant but it scared you.  You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense.  You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.

It was Jackie.  But she wasn’t alone.  She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.  

She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was.  You realized why now.  She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade.  You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material.  It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.

You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.

You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it.  You knew everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there.  But you had to see for yourself.

It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages.  Each had a label and a thumbnail image.

The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14.  45 images.

A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera.  PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8.  12 images.

Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups.  ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5.  6 images.

A nude selfie in front of a mirror.  PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2.  14 images.

And then the one that made your heart stop.  It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13.  1 image.

The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently.  Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin.  “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work.  “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”

“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend.  What you did to all those girls.”

“I didn’t do anything.  They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it.  Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”

“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged.  “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed.  “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific.  You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl.  You even had pretty good security, I respect that.  Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop.  It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it.  Including yourself.”

You shivered.  “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself.  And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job.  You watch some interesting stuff.  And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”

“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please.  This is so fucked up.”

He laughed a little.  “You look better in person though.  A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”

“Please just stop,” you sobbed.

“Stop what?  I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I should’ve listened to my friends.  You’re a freak.”

“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”

“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.

“I will,” he promised.  “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”

You felt sick.  But what else was new?

“I need to finally get some good pictures of you.  Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders.  Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation.  Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”

You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button.  He was prepared.

“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be good?”

You clenched your jaw.  “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are.  Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”

You hadn’t thought about it that way.  A pit formed in your stomach.

“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.