#idk if i should post this here or in fated oh well

[theminecraftbee]

I'm really glad to have found the Hermitcraft fandom here on Tumblr, I've been a long time fan and it's awesome to discover all this great fanart and content and stuff. Any must-follow MCYT/Hermitcraft/Minecraft blogs?

oh gosh, welcome! in general i am BAD about remembering who i follow and who i don't; a great way to find who you want to follow might be to just go through the #hermitcraft tag and follow people you find funny, or, heck, if i reblog a lot of art from a certain artist you like (or not a lot, like one art even), go follow them!

while we're here, a few additional general etiquette rules (keeping in mind that like, this is tumblr, trying to claim ANYTHING is a whole-community norm is basically impossible i am claiming a norm from my specific circle of guys): do not crosstag, only tag things that are actually in your post. don't use the 'minecraft' tag, that tag is for people who like the actual game. (i mean, you can use it if you are posting about minecraft, but not if you're posting about the youtubers). it's generally considered rude to put your crit in the main tags, especially without tagging 'discourse' somewhere so it can be filtered. shipping should generally have a 'hermitshipping' tag on it for filtering purposes as well, but if something is tagged hermitshipping and you're mad about it just like, block them, they did the important part.

the hermits i know of on tumblr (could be more, idk): @/joehills @/pearlescentmoo @/falsesymmetry @/therealdocm77 (not actually active but has the account) @/geminitayyt. cleo also had an account but it is no longer active. also @/inthelittlewood is here and like very active, as is @/askzloyxp and @/quinnhills. as a general etiquette rule, just... act like they're perfectly ordinary tumblr users and continue your business as usual! and don't send them weird asks or anything.

off the top of my head, a few blogs i like, an EXTREMELY non-exhaustive list, find your own guys out there as well you won't regret it! like, you will find the experience you like best just going out there and looking for it yourself! i've absolutely missed a bunch of guys i love, let alone guys you would love! this is like 10 million percent non-exhaustive, i follow 1,570 blogs apparently, many of which aren't hermitcraft or mcyt related, but many of which are, so i just sorta. went for it. and when i was having trouble remembering if a name was a repeat that's when i stopped. so. non-exhaustive list:

@nightshadeowl, @jestroer, @astronomodome, @kingtheghast, @floweroflaurelin, @roenais, @silverskye13, @wasyago, @rusty-courage, @art-by-fate, @silverskye13, @redstonedust, @betweenlands, @sixteenth-days, @judas-iscaryot, @terracottakore, @cherrifire, @antimony-medusa, @hybbart, @made-nondescript, @luigra, @cuteiemonster, @mawofthemagnetar, @potionofinstantdamage, @concorp, @spiderziege, @salemoleander, @bc-jpeg, @magicalmanhattanproject, @simplydm, @12u3ie, @mishapen-dear, @lunarblazes, @girltimeswithscar, @kishdoodles, @quaranmine, @shadeswift99, @bdoubleowo, @quicksandblock, @beacon-lamp, @kikunai, @sideblague, @applestruda, @ingapotejtoo, @belmarzi, @strifetxt

anyway FEEL FREE TO PROMO GUYS OR YOURSELF ON THIS POST TOO! from what i understand we may be getting some new guys sometime soon here from the twitter lands? so it may be helpful to have that for anyone who's looking for new guys to follow!

and most of all: WELCOME!!!

[whitebookposts]

*skitters towards your ask box autistically* do you have any teth headcanons :3

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED ITS BEEN A FEW WEEKS AND I STILL HAVEN'T ANSWERED THIS. I AM SO SORRY I LIVE IN SHAME EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Anyway, Teth! Our deeply beloved forest cryptid. I have to be honest, I don't have as many headcanons about her as I do about some of my other fave elders, which is a thing I should work to change because Teth is awesome. But here are some I do have for now:

CAAAAT I think my good buddy @krillking has already spoken about Teth having cat traits in his animal elder post, but yeah. While in my headcanons, the animal traits are less defined, Teth still very much has cat behavior, like her irises widening or narrowing like a cat's, and she likes to sleep in the sun (which is trouble because. Forest is 90 percent clouds and rain. Thankfully she has the yard behind her temple and the sunny forest segment, though due to the whole thing happening in the kingdom, she could visit those comfort places less and less :<) and most importantly - purring. Which she is a bit shy about, so she rarely does it. If you get to catch her purr, it means that she trusts you enough to do it next to you, though she will still be embarrassed if you mention it out loud. (Also do not leave her anywhere near fancy furniture she will try to rip it with her claws. Yes, lamed learned it the hard way.)

TRANSGENDAAAAAAAAA Idk how to explain it but Teth is just so transfem coded. Goes by both she\her and they\them. It just makes so much sense that I don't even need any proof to know that, she has told me this herself. Gotta give @dogedepan for this one though since I stole this idea from her (like many others. Can't help it Chi your headcanons are awesome)

BEEFCAKE Let's be real, TGC is a bunch of cowards for making her slim. How can you look at this woman, who is a blacksmith, and can catch a giant flying hammer with one arm like it's no big deal, and not think that they have some impressive muscle? If you draw Teth buff I am forever in your debt. PLEASE I WANT TO SEE MORE BUFF TETH ART PLEA-

BESTIE Teth and Ayin are literally fated besties, be they platonic or romantic. Even in early concept art, Ayin was described as "Teth's friend" and held the key to her realm, just showing the level of trust between them. Their realms also work with each other really well, with Ayin being the main supply for Teth's factories which is what allowed her realm to grow. I like to think of them being childhood best friends, and that they have been by each other's side through the good and the bad. Remember that headcanon about Teth enjoying sleeping in sunny places? Prairie is perfect for that, and if she decides to take a nap while visiting it is no rarity for her to choose Ayin as a bed for that (soft). I don't really see em as romantic because I already ship Teth with someone else, but as an aromantic person, it's important for me to show intimacy like that even between friendships. Ayin is always there to lend an ear to Teth, being there for her through her worst, and Teth is Ayin's "EXCUSE ME THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES". Although, if we go to the sadder territory, their friendship did suffer a falling out during the turbulent era of the kingdom, with Teth closing off from everyone, including Ayin, too caught in her work and darkstone production to meet the ever-growing demands, and that led to Ayin also drowning in work to keep up the light supply. That is not to mention the different world views about light creatures and how worthy they are of preservation.

CRYBABY I just like to think that despite appearing cold and serious, Teth is a very gentle soul underneath the hard facade she forced herself to create due to her position. But if you get to know her you will find a very soft, shy, and caring heart that makes it easy for her eyes to water, be it a happy or sad occasion, even if she is trying to hide it. She is also a pretty big introvert and starts getting nervous during events with big crowds, esp if they have to do a speech as an elder or something. This gentleness and softness hidden behind a cold surface is one of the things that attracted Priestess to her, which leads me to the next point:

LESBIANNNNNN You may know this already but I'm a big PriesTeth truther, which is the ship between Priestess (the original elder of the Valley from concept art, never made it to the final game but there is a pretty popular fanon that she is the mother of the twins) and Teth. Again, I was enlightened about this ship thanks to @dogedepan she is literally the CEO of this ship god bless. I know it's a bit silly to ship her with an elder who never even made it to canon, but I fell in love with the dynamic of the "serious and cold at first glance but soft and gentle on the inside x extroverted, energetic and mischievous but deeply caring and kind" that exists between them. Priestess was Teth's firework, the bright and colorful in the grey and cold of her life. Never had the elder of the Forest loved someone like she did this bright, giggly, and open girl who managed to always make Teth smile. And it hurt all the more when Priestess was lost. After the death of her partner, Teth closed off completely, lost in her work, just to not feel the pain because the grief was overwhelming. She couldn't make herself go to her backyard anymore, because it was the connection between Valley and her forest and where the two met most of the time, being there was just too painful. Some ancestors say that the rain became much more frequent after this loss.

Milf As I ship priesteth, I also headcanon that Teth is the other parent of Sah and Mekh. Unfortunately, their relationship is very rocky. Priestess died when the two were very young, and due to Teth being too lost in her grief, she simply couldn't care for them, causing the two to be raised by other elders (mainly Tsadi, who is their uncle) and kicked around from temple to temple until they were old enough to live on their own. This caused feelings of betrayal and neglect in the two, and it came to the point that they rarely acknowledged Teth as their other parent anymore. And she feels too guilty before them to try and get them back because she believes she deserves this for her mistakes. But perhaps not everything is lost, and some of this relationship can be salvaged if she finally gets brave enough to reach out.

WORSTIE She and Tsadi have a beef. That's it that's the headcanon. It's not anything serious, it's literally a "cat and dog" type of beef, the two can't even tell when it started, it's just that both will use any opportunity to roast each other. Why do I have this headcanon? Because it's funny.

INSANE SITUATIONSHIP Let's just say that the situationship between Teth and Nesting guide still left the latter one staring at her pictures every day for hours.

Hobbies Other than being a blacksmith, Teth enjoys all types of crafts, like sculpting from clay or woodworking. Girlie doesn't need any IKEA, she can make all the furniture herself (I mean, the Nesting guide had to learn this from someone)

Anddddd.... That's all for now! There's probably more headcanons but I can't remember them all rn. I hope these were written good enough and sorry for any grammar mistakes! AND SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG I PROMISE I DIDN'T IGNORE YOU DJHGDJGDJ Teth is best forest mama, and I really should put more thought into her, thank you for sending me this ask so i can brainstorm about this gal.

[the-priestess-of-dawn]

Been thinking about a postgame scenario that goes in a direction I don't think canon would ever take in a million years, but like... I think it could be really compelling...

And that's the idea of Chrom becoming Plegia's king after Grima's defeat. And specifically giving up his claim to Ylisse's throne to do it (leaving it to Lucina when she's old enough).

Because here's the thing... The game ends with Grima's defeat/Robin's return in the sacrifice ending. It doesn't address what happens to Plegia at all, and while I personally maintain that Aversa is the most qualified candidate to rule, her canon ending provides that she goes back to the village she was born in. So, fine. Let's give her that.

But SOMEONE has to do SOMETHING because realistically, Plegia is in dire straits. Validar, the king and the leader of the Grimleal, is dead. He gave, like, ALL of Plegia's resources to the Ylissean League (well, okay, we don't know how much, if any, he left in reserve, but... He really needed Walhart gone and it's not like he had any reason to think that anyone would need resources once Grima was running around, so... chances are good there's little to nothing left in the wake of the averted apocalypse). And the population has been utterly devastated, because not only did people (exactly how many is unclear, but presumably it took more than just a couple) have to sacrifice themselves to renew the fell dragon's power, but Grima was also spawning Grimleal onto their back at the final battle. Their losses are so immense...

So first of all, Chrom is definitely responsible for taking all their resources and setting half of them on fire (Now to be fair, Flavia and Basilio are also responsible, but... Idk, I kinda feel like they'd bicker with each other over who has to do the crappy parts of the job and then agree that they should just ask Chrom if he can do it. Like "Haha, if you didn't want to deal with thieves ambushing the Longfort to steal construction supplies, you shouldn't have gone and beaten me at the last tournament!" "Oh, shut up. Let's see if Chrom can send his thief friend over to talk these guys down. Or kill them, whichever." I mean, Chrom is always going to be their guy who knows a guy.) There's just no way Chrom would abandon the surviving Plegians who need help anyway, but especially not when he knows the war with Valm would've ended before it could begin without them.

Of course, there's the historical hostility between Ylisse and Plegia to consider, but... If anyone's protesting, it's probably the Ylisseans. Because the survivng Plegians, uh... probably were never Grima's most devoted followers in the first place (if you really wanted to give Grima your life, you'd rush to the front of the line at the Dragon's Table, right?) and even if they used to consider themselves true Grimleal, the religion's leadership is destroyed, and—for the purpose of this scenario, I'm considering it post-sacrifice ending—the fell dragon is gone and not coming back. These people narrowly avoided becoming Grima's breakfast or Grima's meat shields. They all almost certainly know someone who wasn't as lucky. And the one who saved them... Well, it was Chrom, wasn't it? Because he believed in humanity enough to challenge the concept of fate, a fate that the people of Plegia were surely taught was inescapable. Despite their history with Ylisse, it's hardly unreasonable for them to see Chrom as a savior to them specifically. The second coming of the Hero-King who ought for the lives of all humans, really.

And yeah, I'm going here... Chrom is Marth's descendant. Marth was Altean. Former Altea is is modern Plegia, so technically, the people can argue that he's actually theirs.

Doesn't it sort of make sense, even? Plegia is ruined, the god to whom the theocracy was devoted killed. "What we need is to restore the glory of ancient Altea!" And who better to help them than Chrom, Marth's successor in blood and in spirit?

But Chrom would frown and say no. Of course he's going to help them restore their country to prosperity—or at least to independent, peaceful functioning. But king? Sheesh, that's going too far. Come on guys, you don't really want that. Besides, he's already ruling Ylisse...

Except, he's not ruling it as Exalt. At least, not at first he's not. He forswore the title when he started his rule and in canon he is only official welcomed as Exalt after Grima's defeat. But what if he just... continued to not accept it. It's not like he ever wanted to be Exalt. He only has the right to rule because Emmeryn died—because he failed to protect her. It has nothing to do with any of his successes.

But if the Plegians made him their king, then it would be because of his own accomplishments.

And in a way I also can't help but find it heartwarming, because it was the Plegian people who got him to truly understand Emmeryn's ideals. He wanted peace, he wanted to follow her path, but it wasn't until the Plegians took her sacrifice for the peace offer it was and refused to continue fighting Ylisse that Chrom was finally able to comprehend what it meant that Emmeryn believed that all people wanted the same thing, that peace is something for everyone and not just purehearted saints like her who would never hurt a fly. So wouldn't it be sweet to expand on that existing connection? For the people who once bore a grudge against him and his nation to say, actually, our home is your home and you belong with us... For Chrom to reach back and decide that these are his people and that he will protect them...

Especially because that's what he's always done for Robin. Your father doesn't get to determine your path for you, your past doesn't dictate your future, you always have a place beside me because we are two halves of a greater whole. This AU is definitely a chrobin AU, because when Robin gets back I want them to rule at his side (after all, I do have feelings about Grima's loyalty to a people who have been praying to them to end their suffering for a thousand years).

Now, I do think that Chrom would never leave Ylisse while little Lucina was still growing up, but... Honestly it would probably take quite some time to establish a castle for Plegia's new ruler anyway (especially if they go super hard on the Altean revival theme and want it to be IN former Altean territory, which has become the "border wastes" and undoubtedly needs some help... But EVERYWHERE in Plegia needs help, so what better time to give the land some attention?) So when Lucina is an adult she can take over as Ylisse's true Exalt, and Chrom can focus his efforts on the other side of the border. I think he'd still be awkward about the whole thing, approaching it like "Well, I guess I'm here if you all still want me..." but Robin's there to give him confidence and the people there are SO excited for their hero to come and live with them and together they all usher in a new era of peace and prosperity as Ylisse and Plegia themselves become like two halves of a greater whole.

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if....it was taylor swift

i am the biggest swiftie dsmp blog here i am a swiftie i love taylor swift unless she sings new romantics at a show that im not at then i hate taylor swift

dream: paper rings by taylor swift (from Lover)  - i have written a one shot to dream for stay stay stay like a year ago. please read that too amen - i feel like this song lowkey fits him so well??? just like lowkey - cause like man is rich as fuck hes like a CEO and stuff  - BUT let me backtrack - you met him before he face revealed in the middle of the swamp in florida (orlando) - lets use my other post and say you met him in the grocery store SLAY - you “went home and tried to stalk him on the internet” - and obviously couldn’t find anything - but you reached out to him over text and he didnt answer you..bc he was like filming or smth and you were like bruh - but he eventually did answer you and you were like cool - you guys hung out ALOT  - as friends - to the mall as friends, to the cafe as friends, to the movies as friends - you even met his friends...and then you figured out he was Dream  - your relationship was like slaying at this point - you moved in with him! - and at this point now that you know Dream is Dream and is RICH - he showers you in gifts - expensive jewlery, trips to places, the mans love language is gift giving and he def has the $$$ to make that happen! - but one day he was like drunk or smth idk  - and he was like “wanna get married?” - and you were like “LOL sure” - and he, in his lovesick era, talked about the ring he would buy you in great detail - you were flattered ofc and laughed along - the next morning he woke up from his drunk era and was like “did you really mean it” - and you were like “yes!! i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings whenever you want dream” - and he was like “bet” - and he made paper rings and you drove to the courthouse and GOT MARRIED STOP IT THAT IS ADORABLE AND YOU HAD AN ACTUAL CEREMONY LATER CUTHE MF CAMERAS THAT IS IT THIS IS IT - I WANT TO WRITE THIS INTO A ONESHOT COMMENT “ceo of minecraft” IF YOU WANT IT - runner up song for dream was wonderland btw

george: gorgeous by taylor swift (from reputation) - now LISTEN i was gonna do London Boy - but im saving that for another thing - GORGEOUS FITS and its not just cause george is actually very pretty - this takes place in LA, george is here and you work here  - you also have a boyfriend - lets say you and some of your friends went out to a club one day - so did the dream team tm  - and you just came from a stressful day at work so you did what anyone would do and you drank - enough to get you a bit tipsy - and somehow all the stars and planets and fates aligned and you bumped into mr notfound - and you were like “sorry!!” - and he was like “oh its alright” but he said it british - and you were like “HAHAHAH YOURE BRITISH” and you mocked the way he talked  - you were tipsy alr - and he knows he should have been offended but he couldnt help but smile bc he thought u were cute - you two talk some more and you sober up through the conversation - its cliche but you forget everything else when u talked to him - including your very real boyfriend - and he shoots his shot “do you think i could have your number?” - your eyes shoot open wide and you just groan - “i got a boyfriend, he’s in the club and idk what he’s even doing.” and george is like “oh - but then you just keep going and youre like - “dude if you have a girlfriend im jealous of her” - and he laughed - “but if youre single thats honestly worse” - and he was like “how is that worse” - and you gathered all your confidence and was like “you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts” - and he smiled and said thank you - and you watched as his face moved to sadness - “i dont want to get in the way of your relationship, it was nice meeting you” he says as he walks away - DONT LET HIM WALK AWAY your mind yells at you - but you cant have him, bc youre taken - nothing you hate more than what you cant have - ding - why do all of these suck today guys im so sorry

OH SHIT I FORGOT I WAS GONNA DO STYLE WITH GEORGE UGHHH lmk if you want that

sapnap: you are in love by taylor swift (from 1989)  - you both start as best friends in this scenario - like best friends since high school middle school school  - you talked everyday , hung out everyday - it was natural that you would form a crush on the man - but then he moved to Florida - you totally understood why he did that - but the communication between the two of you died down - and so did your crush, it flickered out - but one day, he texted you - “hey! im coming back to texas for a couple weeks. are you down to hang out?” - and ofc you said yes - you two met up in a little diner, just to cach up  - and it was like you two had never seperated - you were joking around and laughing just like the old times - eventually you two were ordering coffee at midnight as he told you get in the car - he said “i have a surprise for you” - who were you to deny him? - so you got in the car and he sped off to the old dirt road or something where you used to go in high school - shoulders brushing as you two sit in the trunk, he tells you to look up at all the stars - but you looked at him instead, and all your feelings came crashing over you - all you could hear and think about while he drove you home, while you slept was that - “you are in love, true love” - god this SOng THIS SCENARIO - the weekend before he moves back to florida - you had spent the night over, wearing his old shirt as a pajama - burnt toast because he dont know how to work the toaster - you decide to make a move, to let go of your fears on how he’s gonna react - and you kiss him on the cheek - you two spend the whole day being a little more romantic than usual - holding hands, kisses on cheeks, etc - you spend the night over at his house again - then he wakes up in the middle of the night with this look of ?? on his face - you turn to look at him, staring him dead in the eyes - and he stares back, the moon reflecting onto his face - “you’re my bestfriend” he silently whispers, scanning your face for ANY reaction from you - and your heart starts rushing and your head starts beating and all you know is that he is in love with you. and you are in love with him.  - the night continues in a rush of kisses and rushed feelings - he of course had to go back to florida - but now he keeps a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and you see him in everything around you - you two facetime everynight and talk about everything with each other - because you are in love, true love - bonus: when sapnap gets home dream’s like “whats up with you” - and sapnap just shrugs and grins  - “spent some time w my best friend” - “IM NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND?” - dream LMFAOO - can you tell im in love with this SONG quackity (hits different from midnights (the till dawn edition)):  - I KNOW THIS SONG HAS A LOT OF DIFFERENT INTERPRETATIONS OKAY - im very aware of that its all i speculate and talk about - its like that one meme with the guy and the bulletin board and hes like “DO YOU SEE THIS” - but i interpret this song as someone singing to a person (bonus points if theyre a friend) they have a major crush on!!! except their crush is dating someone - and you can tell that the person they are dating aint it for them - its giving you belong with me - in this, you’re quackity’s neighbor - and you two have lived next to each other for a while  - to the point where you two have become kinda good friends! youd eat dinner together, have some movie nights, etc - you could say you know him pretty well - well ig you didnt know him as well as you think - one night you knock on his apartment door, looking for someone to hang out with whatever - ignore that you had a crush on him that you were actively suppressing - and his girlfriend answers the door all nice like “hi! how are you!” - and youre like “im good, are you?? who are you?” - and quack pulls up behind her and is like “OH meet my girlfriend!” - and youre like “oh! nice to meet you!” - then you shuffle back to apartment ASAP - suddenly it hit you that the person you had a crush on was unavaliable - and suddenly you felt the anguish that comes from him being in love with someone else - it made you wanna throw up - you call another friend up and meet up at a bar, ready to drink your sorrows away - and the bar you go to is playing the song you and quackity listened to everytime together - you groan and explain everything to your friend who’s just like “oh my! love is a lie, don’t worry - it happens to everyone” just to get you by - but you knew this wasn’t like any other time - youve been so willing to move on in the past - it hit different this time because it was him - you drink so much you start slurring his name and your thoughts are plagued by him - someone puts you into a car and sends you off to your apartment - you slump onto your bed, and fall into a restless fit - dreams of his hair, and his stare, and his sense of belief. of times you once believed he could love you.  - you dreamed of you melting his world like an argumentative, antithetical dream girl - the next morning, you hear a key turning in his door  - and you cant help hope but hes coming in to check on you - so you rush to open the door - he jumps and looks at you startled - “hey! my girlfriend and i heard you come in from the bar last night! must have been a wild night!” he chuckled, wishing you the best of health as he retreated into his apartment - you stare at the spot he was just standing out, letting out a big sigh as you groan, your hangover catching up with you - “catastrophic blues, moving on was easy for me to do. it hits different, it hits different cause its you”  - be glad i didnt pick “youre losing me” for this cause damn

karl (invisible string from folklore): - okay. i have already written a karl one shot. to holy ground by taylor swift. from red (taylors version) please go read after this. amen - okay - THIS OSNG THIS GOSNGS ITHSIGHSDJKFG - i cant get over the childhood best friends to lovers shit - but i dont think youre childhood besties - you just met when you were younger - its giving karl lives in a place where your family used to take you on vacation every summer - like to ur grandparents place or some white shit like that - every summer, you would go to the park, read and then go get fro yo at the shop near by - every year growing up, youd read stories of epic romances - and you couldnt help youd meet somebody there, sitting in that park - then, they year you were 16. you went into the fro yo shop. same as always - and there stood a 16 year old karl, in a teal shirt, asking you what you wanted to eat - there wasn’t anyone else in the store, so you two talked. and you two clicked instantly.  - you went back everyday for that year - and did the same every summer after that - until one summer, you told him that you were moving to LA. to pursue your career - and he finally gave you his number - when he finally got around to going to LA he called you up - and you two reconnected, just like the old times. ate at your favorite dinner spot and everything. you decide to try something more - so you date long distance - three years later, you two meet up at the old yogurt shop. and then got lunch down by the lakes - now, years later you two live together. in the same small town you vactioned in every year - you two walk the park you read at every day - karl owns the yogurt shop you two met at  - and you cant help but think that even through all the bad things that you had in  your life - the only good thing that was stringing along for most of your life was karl - karl made you less vengeful of the boys youve loved before - karl made you better. and you made him better - the both of you cant help thinking about the wonderous time, and how pretty it is to think about how “all along there was some invisible string” tying the two of you together - i feel like i coulda expanded here but i think its cute idk sorry guys

wilbur (begin again from red (taylor’s version)): - i think i got a different era for each person SCORE! - wilbur is sOOOO evermore and red coded - but not 22 or ikywt coded but all too well and the lucky one coded - you had recently gotten over a breakup and were ready to start dating again - and a friend of yours hooked you up with this guy from her office - who she said “does not do typical officer work” - you ready for anything, so you thanked her and took her offer - and now the date of your date is here, and you couldn’t help but be nervous - you critiqued and critized every small bit of you, just like your ex did - but now youve grown to love what you wear and what you look like - you blasted your favorite song that he seemed to hate as you walked out the door, as ready for this date as you could ever be - you walked to the cafe that you decided to meet up at, expecting wilbur to be late - imagine the soft surprise that took over you when he stood when he saw you, waving to you as he strode over to meet you halfway - “hi” you said breathlessly, surprised at the common decency he showed you - “hey” he said slyly, making small talk with you as he ushered you over to the table he saved - he pulled your seat out and everything, helping you take your coat off. he doesn’t know how nice that is - while you’re talking you tell some stupid joke, trying to ease your nerves - and when he throws his head back laughing like a little kid? youre done for.  - for the past 8 months you could only think about how love breaks and burns and ends - but on a wednesday, in a cafe. you watched it begin again - you cant help but smile back, agreeing to a second date - you meet up for a second date, this time in a record shop.  - you two talk about your shared love for music - and he’s like “ive never met anyone who as many los camp! records as i do” - and you were like “bet!” - turns out, you two have the same amount - you two walk around the city, exchanging stories about your lives when he suddenly teases you for being shyer than on your first date - you jsut blush and nudge him teasingly while rolling your eyes. and he laughs again.  - your ex never did that. he was never carefree, kind, and careless around you - but wilbur was. and your idea of love just grew and grew and grew - he walks you to his car, and the words about your ex are on the tip of your tongue. youre about to tell him about how different he is than your ex and how grateful you are for him - but then he cuts your thoughts off, launching into a story about him and tommy - and you find yourself wanting to talk about that instead - you can finally say what’s past is in the past - because on a wednesday, in a cafe, you watched it begin again.  i love taylor swift. i could do so many more of these. please tell me if you want

[sleeplesssmoll]

So I've been reading the traces recently and came across a line that seems like it should be important to well at least something but I haven't seen anyone talk about it? Here's the line btw:

It's specifically the "you're imitating the Messiah" Part that's like making me think. So uhh yeah I just wanted to share it.

Sorry if it's a strange thing to send I wanted to see someone else's opinion on it.

Reverse1999 loves to put Vertin in the position of Jesus. We saw this at the end of Chapter 2 where she was sitting in Judas's position and Schneider was in Judas's spot. Arcana calls her "the savior" and describes Vertin in an almost biblical manner whenever she's interacting with her. Even her little Suitcase is called an "ark". However, this instance is a bit different.

Disclaimer, Idk much about religion but I did try to look this bit up because it reminded me of something too. If anyone has more experience in the matter pls feel free to correct me or add on. I will do my best but I might get stuff wrong.

Note: Vertin was placed in a coma because the Foundation wanted her out of the way. This is relevant to the theory.

Here is what I found:

Source

The Jewish high priests were apparently looking for a reason to get rid of Jesus. As the revolutionary leader of a new movement that challenged the religious status quo, he posed a threat to their power. But they couldn’t just take action themselves. Ultimately, sentencing was up to Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor at the time. And they needed to provide him with a legal justification for Jesus to be crucified. The trial of Jesus A number of witnesses testified against Jesus before the Sanhedrin, a Jewish court. Although the Gospel of Mark says many of them gave false testimony, Jesus didn’t confirm or deny their accusations. In fact, Jesus remained quiet through most of his trial, refusing to respond to the charges leveled against him. But he did respond to one question. Asked, “Are you the Messiah?” he seemed to admit that he was. Caiaphas, the chief priest, called this blasphemy. And then the others agreed that Jesus should be put to death. 

This trial parallels Vertin's story.

Moving on, this trail is in the chapter where Madam Z is playing ping-pong while trying to convince her friend to vote for her decision. The whole thing is an analogy to referring to how Vertin started off as the simple Timekeeper who kept records of the end of eras and now she plays this pivotal role that is rocking Foundation's core. She is the real ping-ping ball being batted between two factions of the Foundation. She has no say in the matter because she is now an object in a bigger game. Her fate relies on the people around her. Poor little Vertin is always a pawn in someone else's game. I highlighted some bits in red from the trail posted below that helped me put it together in my head. You can see it if you click "Keep reading." I hope this helps!

Also, thanks for giving me a chance to really look at this. I glossed over it the first time but the scene is even more intense now and I have a deeper appreciation for it. Any corrections or additions are welcome cause I'm out of my depth here.

Source: Chapter 4-16 Ball Game

Ping, pong. Ping, pong. Ping pong ping pong ping, pong. Ping. Pong.

An imitation show?

Yes, an imitation show. A ball imitation show, little thing.

You're imitating the Messiah, while I'm imitating an orange ball made of plastic.

Being pushed back and forth by two rackets, I have nowhere else to go. Once they apply a force on me, I can't help bouncing to the sky. 

You can see how the air flows across my dry, wrinkled skin ...

Oh, what a coincidence! Aren't you in the same situation as mine now!

Ha! Look at your frowning face-

Your face wrinkles from the eyebrows to the nose tip, but people can barely see those light furrows. We know what that means. You have a poker face, and it's never your fault.

But for now, your face is not the thing that matters. Well, maybe for someone it is, but still, it's not. You know what really matters?

The game! Yes, it's the game, of course the game matters!

Everyone loves the game. They gather at the stadium, yelling or roaring vehemently. They choose one team to become its fan and spend good money on a team uniform or an autographed ball.

Yet, it's just a ball. You see where I'm coming from?

Just a ball. Its outline, a circle, could be found in any geometry textbook and anywhere in this world. When the first hominid picked up a coconut and threw it to the sky-and caught it—and threw it—and caught it-and threw it again, when she felt joy and yelped, had she ever thought of the future?

The future where a simple ball has become so complicated and enchanting, now we call it the present.

Complicated and enchanting?

Hahahahahaha! Yes, sure! Complicated and enchanting!

Use your silly and smart head to think about this ball game carefully.

The complex scoring rules, the harsh requirements for reactive agility, the countless possible foul points ... Your fingers, your wrists, and arms, a correct way of using them will lead to victory!

What matters more is, like every ball game, it focuses on how you serve the ball and hitting it back.

It's not an easy job as it sounds. When you are in the game, you need to concentrate. Where will the ball come from, and how will you return it to your opponent-you need to figure that out within half a second.

Use your power in a proper way, move your feet in a stable pace, inhale and exhale at the right timings.

Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong...

The sound will last forever and ever until that bouncing little thing falls to either side of the court.

[horizon-verizon]

Hi just recently started following you and finished watching the show,I love your posts thank you for sharing them!

As for the green dress debacle,I don't know I think it's worse than anyone thinks because if you just came into this show,the scene holds no significance whatsoever?

It's not even a establishing moment,you wouldn't even notice it if not for the color change and those two extras giving exposition in the most lazy way ever?

I am just not a fan idk.

Many things in this show make no sense because the context is changed and there is obvious bias towards one side and the one side they biased on are the villians.

Seriously this show should just be called misery,who watched this and actually came out rooting for anyone?

A whole bunch of the decisions make no sense,like a short headcount here:

Aegon is pathetic and entitled and supposedly plays a big role in here but half of the time you forget he is there,Heleana is a weirdo who is supposedly a dreamer and what she is completely fine with the fucked shit that is gonna go down and happen to her and her family?

Not to even mention the icky implications of her being autistic and that somehow being connected to that trend of only autistic people have special powers and also giving autistic traits to someone who has such a terrible fate in canon,and for what?

Aemond is a psycho with a brother/mother/sister/inferiority complex and daddy issues that the plot continues to justify because he was bullied?

Daeron isn't even there.

Alicent might as well not be there for all the fucking nothing she did. And she is a hypocrite who peddles the system because she gains from it.And despises everyone who isn't as miserable as her?Like really?

Also considering the age they all are supposed to be how is everyone still so political inept and naive?

This show is just weird,like it goes out of its way to demonize anyone with active agency and praises anyone who rolls with the system and this is supposed be realistic?

What kind of political agenda is this?

They went out of their way to take all the agency from Alicent because the evil stepmother trope is apparently sexist?

Yeah because evil woman don't exist right?

We are all saints and man are ruining everything.

Ugh.

Any time Rhaenyra makes a decision she is a evil whore that is controlled by her passions and any time Alicent continues her impressive impression of a doormat,oh gee she is suffering for everyone we should praise her,what a good woman/wife/mother.

Supposedly this is feminist.

Seriously I get the feeling that the show is trying villianize the Targaryens but is only popular because of them?

You know the writers just hate them because the favorites of the people they go out of their way to demonize and the ones they like they literally completely rewrote.

I am baffled.

Thank fuck for the decent cast.

@shokos-lazy-life, thank you for reading them!

I recommend alinahams, sweetestpopcorn, xenonwitch, azureflight, la-pheacienne, theblackqveen, mononijikayu, rhaenyragendereuphoria, jackoshadows, the-king-andthe-lionheart, thelustybraavosimaid, hamliet, darklinaforever, lady-corrine, and ozymalek for more in-depth analyses of the ASoIaF novels, AWoIaF, and F&B and the fandom. (If I pinged you, I tried not to, I'm sorry!)

"Not to even mention the icky implications of her being autistic and that somehow being connected to that trend of only autistic people have special powers and also giving autistic traits to someone who has such a terrible fate in canon,and for what?" I never considered that. But it is making these two separate things parallel like in more-faith-based views of the world that demonized or othered disability. Great catch!

Yeah, this show would be nothing without such amazing actors like Matt Smith, Emma D'Arcy, Paddy Considine, Olivia Cooke, Tom Glynn Carney, etc, Eve Best, Steve Toussaint, etc. There's too many. HBO relies on great actors to make up for their writers' terrible and misogynist scripts. It is known.

I mean, the costumes and hair....*shivers.

[autumnala]

The dog day are over (so you better run)

summary: As Bella prepares for her wedding, she tries desperately to outrun the memory of Jake and that pesky thing tying them inextricably together.

a/n: Inspired by, and composed to the song Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine (linked in case anyone wants to listen while they read, idk)

(Not usually one to post fanfic here. But this is where the Jake and Bella brain worm truly took me over again, so it seems only appropriate. Much love to all the intrepid Jake and Bells shippers out there. )

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Jacob where have you run off to?

“What do you think of this one? Bella? Bella?”

I pulled my eyes back to Alice guiltily. She was holding up a mass of pale blue and greens and whites.

“Um flowers?”

“For the bouquet?” Alice laughs and it tinkled, lifting my heart like a hymnal.

“Um… I always liked…” Dark green like the forest, sage like the succulents in Arizona, red like the dirt there, red like his fur. Yellow as the sun…

“These will go so well with the wedding colors. You’ve always looked so great in blue.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I’m focusing everything I can on the wedding now.

I never even wanted a wedding. But it’s what I have to focus on.

In that beautiful meadow, that perfect dream, it felt so right. I would bind myself in every way possible to Edward, because there was nothing else I could do. Our love story is fate, it’s inescapable. It’s destiny.

But now I see Jacob everywhere.

He’s running alongside my old truck, which Edward’s going to replace any day now, as I trundle along the highway.

His long, beautiful hair is disappearing around every corner just at the edge of my sight.

I’m so tired of telling you good-bye.

I love him too much - even if it wasn’t enough.

I let that string tying our two hearts together pull too tight. And now every night I’m running after him in my dreams. I wake up tired.

I can’t hold onto that though. That echoing of emotion and sense of being kindred. I just can’t let it go either. The thought of that thread breaking terrifies me in a way I cannot quite understand.

But Edward is everything. He’s the gravitational force of my life. He’s in my veins and I need him. If nothing else, I’ve learned that, haven’t I?

He’s taken me into his world, his fairytale forever.

How could I ever be sufficiently grateful for the miracle of him choosing me?

It’s all over, with Jacob, with the wolves, with walks on that grey beach, and that shabby- warm house by the sea.

Sometimes, when I’m running in my dreams, I run straight into the sea.

And Edward’s beautiful face is still in front of me, and I’m freezing and sinking.

But I remember now, too. It has to be more than a dream, because I can feel the rightness of it in my bones. Like sunlight.

Jacob’s warm hand, grasping mine. Pulling me upwards into the light. Pushing air back into my lungs.

As easy as breathing.

The dress Alice picks for me is the whitest white I’ve ever seen. Simple, which I like. Clean lines, form fitting. Fashionable, I assume. It doesn’t look like something I would choose at all. But it looks like a good dress for the kind of person Edward should marry.

Edward doesn’t come along with us on the wedding errands, on Alice’s orders, of course. And because that’s the tradition. He wants the magic of this our (first) wedding. For me, of course. I’ll appreciate it later, I know.

Jacob would have gone dress shopping with you, a traitorous voice whispers to me while I’m flipping the idly through a magazine with a hundred glossy photos of wedding things that all blur together. He would have laughed at all the ruffles you hated and told you to get something comfortable. He’d know-

I turn a page sharply, glancing as each car passes by down the street. My cereal is turning to mush next to my magazine.

What am I looking for again?

Oh, right. Hair styles. Charlie hears me sigh and I can feel him looking at me for a long moment.

We had our longest argument ever when I told him I was getting married to Edward.

Now he doesn’t say anything, but I feel him watching me as I try to project happiness.

Edward is everything I want. He’s perfect.

Jacob is in the past.

Edward is kind and understanding. Only he hates my truck, and he’s baffled when I don’t want to listen to music, even his. He wishes I’d let him replace the truck, and all my shabby things with better ones. I should appreciate that.

I forgot that it was Jacob who always knew how I worked without me telling him. Who knew things I never told anyone. I never knew how that would feel (like coming home after a long day).

But Edward loves how I always surprise him, how he doesn’t know what I’m thinking. I’m a mystery to him. The only one in the whole world. A miracle. I’ve never been a miracle before. It seems important.

Will I still be a mystery when I’m not human anymore? If he heard my thoughts, would they live up to the me that he loves?

I’m so so happy, so ready to be perfected. Finally, Edward and I will be on equal footing.

He kisses me so chastely and so sweetly - like I might shatter. And I can feel that feeling, sinking into my bones. I feel fragile and delicate and quiet now.

I glance up quickly when I hear a boisterous laugh in the market, then glance to where Edward’s face is tilted, as he looks at me, just ever so slightly, his expression mild and tender. I can feel my face flushing and a thousand expressions battling on my face. He shakes his head lightly, and guilt flashes through me.

Not Jacob. Did he know I hoped it might be Jacob, just for a second?

How can I stop looking for him though?

He’s everywhere. Around every corner. Every growl of an engine.

He’s every sunrise.

But as long as I keep moving I can forget that he’s gone. I’m moving into the future. With Edward. My perfect forever.

And Jacob and that cozy, ramshackle garage, and warm sodas, and motorcycles, and jokes about getting old are in the past. They have to be.

I’ll run so far and so fast as a vampire that that cord will surely break.

It’s what I should want, of course.

But the thought fills me with dread.

Until your heart stops beating.

“Bella? Bella?” Alice’s voice trills, exasperated.

I realize I am running my finger slowly over the little carved wolf hanging from my wrist. Petting it.

When I open my eyes, light reflecting off the diamond heart blinds me for a second.

“Sorry,” I say. My finger hasn’t moved from the little wooden figure.

I look up and Alice looks concerned, confused, hopeful. She’s only trying to help. I wish I could forget, like her. Forget my human life, forget everything but the perfect, sparkling future.

Rosalie is looking at me too, with pity. I can’t hold her eyes.

I could never be sufficiently grateful to Edward for him choosing me. I could never choose him enough to make up for everything he went through for me.

For the miracle of snatching him back when it seemed hopeless.

Vampires don’t sleep, so soon I won’t have to worry about dreaming anyway.

I wake up gasping, again, and I know immediately that Edward is there.

But he’s not the one I am chasing after in my dreams.

Despite myself I think of the spring, when I told Jacob we could run away together.

Just the two of us, driving toward the sun.

I could have saved him, my Jacob.

One day he won’t be your Jacob anymore.

I can’t bear that thought; I just can’t.

“Bella,” Edward says, still the most beautiful voice in existence, a pleasant, intoxicating anesthetic. “Why are you crying?”

I didn’t notice I was, but it’s true. Soft round teardrops are dropping onto my bedspread.

“I don’t know,” I tell him, honestly. What else can I say?

He comes to my bedside and crouches down, pushing my sleep mussed hair back from my face.

His eyes look dark to me, in my dark room. Despite the darkness, up close he is so beautiful that it makes me feel like my heart will burst, like my brain is short circuiting. I should trust this. Look how he makes (almost) everything disappear.

“Don’t be scared, my love,” he murmurs to me. His hand ghosts across my hair, gentle as a breeze. I wish he would grab me hard enough that I could feel it. Maybe that would wring these feelings from my bones for good. I lean up to kiss his mouth, trying to pull the honeyed sweetness of him into me. He kisses me back, gently and full of love, and for a moment his hands clasp my shoulders more firmly, hard enough that I feel held together. But only for a moment before he is setting me carefully back, breathing just a little harder.

When he’s kissing me everything is clear, it all makes sense, this path I’ve set myself on. My blood rushes in my ears. But when he sets me away it feels like lead is trickling into my heart. Cold molten dragging me down.

And I’ll sink too fast to swim.

Some nights I think about how he isn’t going to come the next time I fall in the dark.

I think it quietly though, hoping Edward thinks I am asleep.

Why did I never know how to love him when he was here?

One night, when Edward is gone hunting, and I can’t quite bring myself to close the window, I hear it.

A howling wolf.

Have they been howling all this time and I just haven’t heard them?

I hold up my bracelet to look at it over my head. There’s barely any moonlight to glint off of the diamond heart and without that dazzling light I look at the little wolf, head tilted back, rough edges smoothed by the stroke of my fingers.

I can see Jacob carving him in my head. His large hands were always so careful and deft, whatever he was handling. It’s a beautiful little wolf. Not flawless and unchanging, but still perfect, even as I imagine how he’ll be worn smooth by the years, how he’ll eventually turn to dust.

I can’t say what I’m thinking next. I’m not thinking anything at all when I get out of bed, throwing on any clothes I can grab.

I look at my truck for a long moment. But no. If I take the truck everyone will know…know something, it will be a decision, so instead I turn the other way and walk into the woods.

There’s no way I can walk far enough.

But I can’t think about that; I can’t decide. I never could. All I have left is this instinct and this yearning I cannot name.

So I run.

I’m not a graceful runner, I’m not fast. But I run and I run and I don’t stop. Even when my chest aches, then screams.

Everytime I hear a wolf howling I turn and run toward the sound.

It’s so dark, with only the moon overhead, and the stars.

I run until I can’t anymore, until I fall, until I see the sun peaking over the edge of the hill ahead.

I smile at that line of sunrise.

My face is wet, with tears and sweat. Probably blood.

I feel like I’ve been scoured, weak and yet relieved as if I’ve emerged from a long fever.

A large shadow looms over me.

It’d be too perfect if it was him, but I laugh up at the sight anyway. It’s Leah and she looks like she wants to bite me. But all I can feel is happiness. Incandescent joy blooming deep in my chest while I lie there laughing weakly into her golden, furry, face.

I shrug at the wolf, what can I say?

I try to stand but collapse. My legs have run as far as they can.

Leah makes a wolfish grumbling sound and sits and watches me. I fall asleep while the sun is rising and don’t dream of anything. Who knows how long.

I can’t quite come fully awake, but I feel warm arms lifting me up. Familiar arms.

I lift my eyelids for the barest moment before the fall again, fluttering against my effort to lift them.

Jacob, backlit by the sun, is more beautiful than I remember. Maybe he always was.

Not like a dream or a vision. He looks like home.

I sigh, eyes still heavy and closed.

Jacob doesn’t say anything at all.

“There you are. I was looking for you, you know.” I tell him weakly.

He snorts.

“Do you know,” I try again, forcing my eyes open to look into his face. My eyes stream at the sight but I don’t blink to clear them. “If I was going to run away with anyone, I think it’d be you too, Jake.” I think about that, watching a stormy dawn break across his face. “Only, not right now. I don’t think I can run anymore right now. Where are we?”

His smile brightens and I feel my tired mouth struggle to tilt up in response. “We’re just across the treaty line. You were looking for me by running, by yourself, at night?”

“It seemed like the thing to do at the time.”

He chokes on a laugh. Or maybe a sob. His hands tighten and then loosen again.

“You’re sure? Really sure? Because dammit Bella, I can’t…”

I think, then, for the first time in hours I search the deepest parts of my mind and heart and everything for an answer.

Inside me, where it was all frantic movement and rushing and fever it is calm now. It’s quiet.

I lean over and kiss his chest, bare of course, and blazingly warm, directly over his heart. I feel like light is filling me up. Pouring into me through this cord nothing I did could ever sever, from his heart to mine. Golden and blazing.

Jacob grins at me then, really grins, and his eyes are shining just for me.

“Until my heart stops beating,” I tell him. He starts to frown but I’m smiling so hard at him it feels like my face will crack. I can see him understand what i’m trying to say. He told me so long ago, but now it’s not an end, not a plea, it’s a promise. A beginning. “Could be a long time. And maybe even longer than that?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah that sounds…it’s enough? You said…”

The sun can’t fight an eclipse he told me. But an eclipse can only hide the sun for so long. It’s the sun that remains in the end.

“It’s enough. More than enough.”

[ultraviolet-ink]

Hiii idk if it's still relevant BUT

for the choose violence ask game: 3, 10, 12 ! 😁

Hello!! I'm always down for asks, thanks for sending this one!! (o^▽^o) 3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr Oh god there's this one take I've seen a year or two ago that still makes me lose my mind lol! Basically it was a post talking about how no one understands the point of the joke "Dead Dove, Do Not Eat" and how it's not supposed to be "what's on the tin" but the absurdity of someone putting a dove in a fridge, and THAT was why it was a joke. Fam, do you not know the next line? "I don't know what I expected", dead dove note on a bag -> dead dove in the bag! That's the joke!! That's why we use it in fic to be an extra label (Aka, mind the tags, product may contain peanuts, etc.) tbh, funniest bad take I've seen in a while tho

10. worst part of fanon Found. Family. It went from one of my most favorite tropes ever, to the one that makes me roll my eye the hardest. People can be close without calling each other family, they're allowed to be friends (Like hell I'm calling one of my old professors my "dad" or "weird uncle", or "mom" or "vodka aunt" we're JUST friends). I also don't like how it all just defaults to a nuclear family set of roles, like there has to be two parents, some kids, and then everyone else is somehow a cousin. I've been getting into GOT/HOtD lately, and damn THOSE family lines are easier to follow than some of the shit that gets passed off as "FAMILY DO NOT SEPARATE OR WE WILL SEND DEATH THREATS!!" And to harp on that second point, it just brings so much wank! I have a friend who made a super SUPER niche DGS ship, and no one ever said these characters were family before they started posting about it-- but one of the characters is often headcanoned to be a lesbian (which, yeah, I'm basic, I also hc the same), so when this "rival" ship came about, it was suddenly "fOuNd FaMiLy". Mostly, I just roll my eyes now at this trope, which is sad because it can be so beautiful. Family really can be a bunch of people you find, and it doesn't need labels!! to summarize: Fuck the concept of the nuclear family, all the homies hate the concept of the nuclear family

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Seishirou Jigoku, he's big and dumb and beefy, pure babygirl <3 But in all seriousness, he is such a fascinating character to me! He really seems like the kind of person who could have done good things in his own little sector, totally inconsequential and mundane, but good. I think he shares a lot of the same characteristics as Genshin and Yujin, optimistic and a bit patriotic. I like to think that he was pretty close with Yujin, it was HIM that convinced the latter to go on the trip after the death of Ayame after all! I just love to think about him so much, how he is with those around them. When it's just him as the judge, he's calm and collected, serious and gets the job done. With Yujin (And I presume with Genshin as well), he's jovial, a little bit goofy and all around enjoyable to be around However, with Stronghart, he twists in on himself, and he leads himself to hell. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and I think that really does describe his character so well! He wanted to change the court system in his home, to make it brilliant, but he had to eventually do the unthinkable that fateful night in the cemetery <//3 At the end of the day, he's a small and bitter man... See, he's so interesting!! Prompts here!

[idyllic-affections]

HI THERE! IM BACK FROM MY TRIP! And holy moly i didnt missed a lot???? (i think..? I’ll have to read back your post but i want to send an ask now!)

First, love the new theme btw. Yaoshi is also my fav aeon from the aeons we currently know! They are so pretty and divine and i did have a huge stupid smile when Yaoshi kissed us in the simulated universe THEY JUST WANTED US TO STAY SAFE!!!!!!! I sometimes wonder if Hoyoverse is just building them up to be someone you should hate just to make plot twist that turns out, them just simply doesnt know the horrible results their actions does. They do it with good intention but didnt know the results would be bad. But i honestly like their ambiguous morality that hoyoverse have for most of the aeons because well they’re aeons they’re gods ofc they wont follow human morality.

Second, your second oc you have rn is pretty interesting. So i have QUESTIONS!

1. What do they look like? Ik that you said you’re not finished with their design but are they like in a child/teen body but has the mentality of an adult? (Something similar to bailu i guess)

2. What are their element?

3. What does the other aeons think of Ambrose? Like ‘why the hell does Yaoshi have a little human with them’

4. Is Lan and by extension the Xianzhou Alliance aware of Ambrose’s existance and special connection towards Yaoshi? since their relationship with the said Aeon isnt the typical relationship an emanator and aeon would have (i hc that Yaoshi is known to particuraly have a good relationship with their emanators but Ambrose is noticably their favourite one child)

Thirdly, can i just say something? Since i get busy a lot, I dont get to instantly play the new update which sadly leads me to be easily spoiled. Case in point, Tingyun infamous neck snap. I was just casually scrolling on youtube when i saw ‘Tingyun neck snapping in 4 languages’ Like wth youtube!? I try to just forget about it but the mind could never. By the time i do get to play and get to play the quest, i already knew her fate and just keep giving her the side eye. Ik her fate but idk the reason and stuff leading up to it. It was an interesting experience to say the least

Lastly, i am proud to say that i have FINALLY done Dan Heng IL companion quest and have researched enough that i can FINALLY continue on the brainrot i keep talking about, i might finish it this week if i can manage my time better but we’ll see. So keep your eyes wide open!

I hope you have a lovely day/night, now i should go to bed as im tired like hell.. BYE

- 🐱 Anon

HI BELOVED HELLO <333 oh i am SO excited to talk about ambrose. they are so fucking RRRAHGHG i love them....... pleasmelejldjd......

i agree!!!! you cannot call an aeon "good" or "evil." none of them are either of those things. good and evil are just human perceptions of morality, and divine beings like aeons cannot be placed into those human boxes (which is why i think the xianzhou's attitude towards yaoshi is so. odd. bro it was YOURRRR ancestors who looked for THEM!!!! THEY did not look for YOU ALL!!!!!! YOU GUYS looked for THEM!!!!! and hyv really wants me to think yaoshi is the "villain" here HELP AKJSJSGJUFBAJ) AND YAOSHI KISSING US CRIES SOBS SCREAMS they have such a gentle and nurturing soul in my brain. it is so hard for me to look at them and think "yeah that's a villain" THEY'RE NOT CRIES

i don't know if i prefer the idea of yaoshi being completely 100% aware of the consequences of their blessing, or being completely unaware and being so consumed by their path that they cannot see the harm they're doing. i think both interpretations have their own appeal. the second one is definitely more agonizing, though. either way, i do not see the abundance as a villain personally. aeons are not human. human morals cannot be applied to them.

and as for ambrose--

ambrose is, physically, a young adult! a very young adult. think eighteen or nineteen. i want them to be chronologically older than most people on any of the xianzhou alliance's ships, though, so i am working on an explanation for why their mara is less severe and has not completely consumed their consciousness.

i think they're either physical, fire, or imaginary. i haven't decided yet. i'm open to suggestions.

this is SO funny and i love thinking about this. i think most of the aeons were like... what the fuck. What Is That. why does yaoshi have a little human. what the fuck. i think nous would get along w/ them despite nous' involvement with the xianzhou; ambrose sought to be freed from the limitations of mortal comprehension in order to learn more and see beyond their home world, after all. and really, i don't think nous would give a FUCK about the conflict between the hunt and the abundance. they don't fucking care bro they are more concerned with other things LMAOOO. ambrose clashes really badly with nanook because they have a deep set love for humanity and the universe, whereas nanook... does not. the child of abundance, ambrose, does not like the destruction at all so they are ALWAYS going around and eliminating the antimatter legion when they can. IX could not care less about them rip..... IX's apathy is a stark contrast to ambrose's infinite kindness and passion for existence. in general, ambrose doesn't seek out any of the other aeons except nous. nous and yaoshi are the only ones they really talk to.

I AGREE I AGREE i think yaoshi is one of the aeons who really likes their emanators! ambrose in particular is like an extension of themselves (perhaps this could contribute to why their mara is less severe? ambrose is but an extension of their aeon, after all. their aeon's power probably does not hurt them as bad as it does to those who do not share that kind of bond with yaoshi; i think yaoshi can literally FEEL when something is not right with ambrose and vice versa. like, they share a sort of metaphysical bond). lan knows about this, and therefore, so does the xianzhou alliance. ambrose is regarded as an enemy, a thing that needs to be eliminated from the universe... even though they did nothing wrong. ambrose honestly doesn't care because fuck it, you know? there is no point in lamenting the loss of potential allies when those potential allies seem to vehemently hate their parent... but ambrose has learned from yaoshi to have love for every living thing in the universe, so the hate is very one-sided. they are not just a pathstrider. they are an emanator. they cannot emanate their parent's will and strength if they are hateful. so, they have a gentle and tender love for life and that does include the xianzhou alliance. the alliance sees their softness as patronizing, unfortunately. ambrose avoids lan like the fucking PLAGUE because they know that lan would absolutely take any given opportunity to remove them from the universe, and yaoshi would absolutely come to their aid if they sensed that ambrose was in danger. and ambrose cannot be responsible for aiding the hunt in eliminating the abundance. if they survived, and if yaoshi happened to... not survive, they would not be able to live with themselves. so they don't bother trying to make amends with the xianzhou or lan.

NOOOOOO YOUTUBE SPOILERS ARE THE WORST. THEY ARE SO UNAVOIDABLE. TUMBLR SPOILERS? THOSE CAN BE AVOIDED BUT YT.......

ahh that's awesome! i still have to do it HSKNKHSBGKA but you're welcome to brainrot in my inbox whenever you'd like to <3

rest well!!!!

[lovelykhaleesiii]

🥹🥹🥹 🥺 love you more bubs <3333333333

Also enjoy bc I am h o o k e d on modern!Aegon rn, idk what they put in Tom but I am hooked 😌

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You and Aegon never got along. Ever. Ever since middle school. He portrayed himself as this spoiled rich fuck boy - and don't get it wrong, he WAS all those things - but you knew if he put his mind to something, he could succeed. With or without his father's money. Which is why you should have figured something was up as soon as he approached you on a warm day at the begining of senior year. You should have also known something was up because just a few days before, your dad had placed a new house rule.

"Fine. You want to date," he says to your sister, "you can date." He pauses for a second. "When your sister dates."

"But- but she's a mutant! She will never date!"

"Then you will never date. Oh, I like that." He then leaves to go to the kitchen.

What had followed was you and your sister getting into an insult match and her being angry at you for not wanting to date just so she could date. You finally had enough and went into your bedroom until dinner was done.

While past eighteen, your father had always been protective of you and your sister. Your sister only being nineteen while you were twenty-two, he kept the no dating rule from high school into college...well you did.

"Hey there," Aegon says smoothly.

You give him a what the fuck? Look. You both mutually - and silently - agreed to stay out of each others way, at least until college - but fate fucking hated you because he had managed to get into your college of choice. It was a surprise to both of you when you had found he had three classes with you. So, now, here he was.

"You must really know how to get a guy's attention."

You roll your eyes, grabbing your duffle bag that had your sports uniform in it. "My mission in life. But you see, it worked!" You motion toward him. "The world makes sense again." Grabbing your water bottle, you walk away but he was persistent.

"Why don't you let me take you on a date this Friday?"

You fake gasp. "Oh?" You say. "Where? The 7/11?"

Your response gets a snicker from Aegon. "I can take you placed you never been before."

You scuff before jokingly saying, "do you even know my name fuck boy?"

It takes a moment for Aegon to process if you were serious. "I do," he responses. "You know I do. We've known each other since middle school."

You fake laugh before leaving him dead in his tracks.

This was not going to be easy. You were tough to crack. But that didn't matter, he loved a challenge.

You and a couple of friends decided to go out to this club, to let off some steam. And you desperately needed it. Aegon had been constantly trying to wiggle his way into your small bubble you had made for yourself. He even wanted to manage to break through the walls you also build around yourself. But you weren't going to let him.

Going up to the snack bar, you ask for a water...which is when Aegon shoots his shot. Again.

"You know I watched you dance, you never looked more sexy!"

It must have been the few drinks or your post dancing haze but you smirked before saying, "thank you! You didn't look too bad yourself!"

And before you walk away, he says, "i'm picking you up tomorrow night!"

You don't answer as you walk back to your friends.

"Was that a yes?!"

"No!"

"Was that a no?!"

"No!

The next night you had dressed up and drove with Aegon to a party. The party that your ex was throwing. The party that your ex was throwing which you AND your sister would be attending. You were very observant, so, when you notice your ex getting a little too close with your sister, you imminently went into protective big sister mode.

"Well, looks who's here," he says, slinging a arm around you. You roll your eyes. "I know what you're doing. Stay away from my sister."

"Oh, i'll stay away from your sister. But I can't promise she won't stay away from me."

Just then, your sister had walked by, of course getting his attention. You scuff. Hey, you tried. You then down five shots in a minute, trying to numb the lingering pain in your chest. Unbeknownst to you, Aegon watched the entire thing. He was starting to fill this thing called guilt. The reason? Your ex had paid him to take you out. Why him well, you had a reputation. A bad one. Almost everybody - besides a select few - were scared of you and Aegon was the only one who wasn't phased. There was also your father's new house rule and your ex suggested taking you out for a shot with your sister. But he couldn't tell you that. Yet.

You and Aegon had split up and when he finally found you, you were drunk. So drunk infect that you could barely stand.

"Okay, come on," he says, helping you up and puting your arm around his neck. He figures the cool night air will snap you back into soberness so he carefully sits you down on the swing.

"That was patronizing," you stay groggery.

"Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed."

Silence.

"So...you going to tell me why you did it?"

"Why I did what?"

"Let that jackass get to you. I known you long enough that I know you never drink. Now you're drunk on a swing."

"I hate him," you state.

Aegon sighs, moving a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

Your eyes scan his face as he does this and in your drunken haze, you say, "your eyes are really pretty."

"Thank-"

His sentence is cut short by your puking on his shoes. He shrugs it off and assures you that it's fine and you didn't mean it.

You decide to crash at his large luxurious apartment, you did not want to have your dad see you like this. He has you change and put on one of his t-shirts and sleep shorts. He also took the couch and made sure to make sure you slept on your side, making sure you didn't choke on your vomit.

The next morning, you wake up in his bed, the smell of coffee in the air. Looking over to see what time it was, a pain pill bottle and tall glass of water sits on the table. And after downing the water, you hesitantly throw back the covers and make your way to the kitchen.

As you get to the kitchen, he comes through the door. With food.

"Honey, i'm home!" He jokes.

You don't say anything as you sit at the table as he unpacks the food.

As you eat, you say, "Thank you...for like...taking care of me and all that."

Aegon swore that you could see a blush on his pale face. "No problem. Anytime."

The rest of the breakfast is ate in silence.

After that experience, you couldn't get Aegon out of your head. And you surprise yourself by agreeing to go a paintball place in town after class. Which is where after chasing you and gently tacking you to the ground, he takes off the masks they had you wear and covered in paint, manage to have your first kiss with him.

After a lot more dates over the next few weeks - plus with your sister having her dates - you finally agree to be his official girlfriend - much to to the delight to your sister -

Another party had approached so, you and Aegon were going to. This time, no alcohol. And looking back, Aegon realized he had gained REAL feelings for you. If he had to guess, it was when he saw you in HIS clothing. He had all but forgotten about the deal with your ex.

As you get thirsty, you walk away to the snack bar, which is where your ex ambushes Aegon. He had been trying to talk to him for WEEKS and now here he was. Unlucky for your ex though, your sister had lost interest in him after he had left her at the party to go hang out with some other girl and now she was hanging out with a different guy.

Your ex noticed you over Aegon's shoulder so when he tapped on his shoulder, he boldly and loudly stated, "I didn't pay you to ask her out so her sister can ditch me!"

Aegon's eyes go wide as he realized that you definitely over heard. He slowly turns to you. You looked like you seen a ghost. You don't even react, only leaving.

"Don't believe him!" He calls out to you. He has ran after you. He was seriously going to defend himself. "It wasn't what it-"

"Looked like?" You finish. A sarcastic laugh escapes your lips. "What was it then? A down payment then and a bonus for fucking me?"

Aegon internally cringed at the choice of words and he doesn't say anything as you walk away.

You spend the entire night crying into your pillow and by the next morning, your eyes were red and your throat was sore from all the sobbing.

Aegon had agreed to meet your sister at the park where she had cussed him out.

"You're a prick, you know that?"

He only nods.

"I mean, it's a dick move! I really thought you loved her. You know why they broke up?"

He shakes his head.

"Because he used her," your sister states. "He was her first time and when she didn't want to do it again, he dumped her and said she was only good for a good fuck."

His eyes go wide. "Wait, then why did YOU want to date him?"

She can only shrug. "I was stupid...I guess. But you really are a piece of shit fuck face. I actually thought you loved her!"

"I do." He says.

Its simple. To the point.

"What?"

"I do love her. I'm in love with her."

He lets you have your space as he comes up with a genuine apology. Thankfully he had one.

Knocking at your door, you almost immediately slam it in his face, but he stops it with his foot. "Please. Let me explain."

You sigh and he noticed you wear wearing his sleep walking animals band shirt, the leader of which looked striking like him. You then slowly open the door, finally letting him in and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Please, let me explain."

Sitting on the couch, arms crossed, you nod, giving him a nod. He examined you. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were red but to Aegon, you were the most beautiful person he seen.

He sighs, rolling his sweaty palms on his pants. He looked like hell too. His eyes also were red - which were more noticeable with his pale skin - his clothing and hair looked disheveled, and his face was stained with tears with the guilt that kept him up at night. The guilt of hurting you. Lying to you.

"I know what happened...between you and your ex. I want to say I am so sorry he told you that. I messed up when he told me to just date you just so he could go out with your sister. He was an asshole and I was wrong for taking the money."

You scuff. You weren't going to budge. Not even with Aegon having his puppy dog eyes on you.

He surprises you by getting in his knees in front of you. " I love you," he softly says, taking your hand and running his surprisingly soft fingers over your knuckles. "You may as well take my heart. it's already full of you."

You swipe your hand away. "Go. You know NOTHING about me. You've known me only three weeks!"

"Three weeks?" He asks. "I've known you all my life."

That wasn't a lie. You knew that for sure.

"All your life?" You repeat.

He takes your hands back into his own, placing your hand on his chest. Over his heart. You could feel his heart beat. "It's true," he states. "When I heard beautiful music I thought 'she'd like that'. I looked at flowers knowing that one day I'd give them to you."

You are stunned into silence. You stare at him for a few moments before getting up from the couch Aegon remained on his knees. "I am truly sorry," he voice comes out in a crack that almost breaks your heart. Almost. "I should have never agreed. It was stupid."

"Yes, it was."

"I failed anyway."

"Oh? Why?"

He then gets up from the floor. "Because I fell for a pretty great woman."

You can't but laugh, a sign to Aegon you have partially forgave him. You hated - and loved - how much he knew you. He then leans in for a kiss but before your lips connect to his, you grab him by his collar. "Lie to me like that again, I will kill you. Got it?"

"Got it."

You then pull him in for the kiss. He had lots of making up for but he would do anything for you.

-🔥

ugh now I'm in the mood to rewatch 7TIHAY !!!!!

this was brilliant nonnie, the angst, the fluff all in one!!!! delightful little read <3

[inke-ri]

Sat down to watch ep 2 of Percy Jackson and realized I never posted my thoughts on the first episode! Oops. I hadn't intended to basically liveblog it but alas. Oh well, figured I'd post it anyway!

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- God hearing Percy's very baby voice reading the book's intro gave me chills. That was fantastic

- I love how they immediately set up the Mist

- Blackjack? :o

- Percy actually playing Mythomagic, that's cute. I think I like him not knowing about it all in TTC better (mostly cause he keeps getting annoyed at it) but this is neat. Maybe he's embarrassed by it like how people try to ignore their Hamilton phases lol

- Sequence between Sally and bby Percy was perfect btw, god

- Not feeling this mr Brunner yet, too dignifed for a guy who dresses up in armor and swings a sword around in class, but lets see what happens when the horse comes out

- Percy and Grover trading sandwiches, babies <3

- Did they not animate the water grabbing Nancy or was that just me

- Hang on, that was it? Ms Dodds looked so cool but there was no sense of urgency whatsoever with that fight? And Riptide just? Shook? Did it pop out on its own? Is the sword alive now? Dont Magnus Chase me btw OTL

- IDK it almost feels like it was an accident? I liked how in the books Percy messily but instinctively knew what to so. And that's not how the Mist works, people would definitely see SOMETHING jumping Percy

- I like that Percy's wearing a blue shirt tho

- ... also was that Rick Riordan

- That's some unnecessary drama between Percy and Grover :/

- Lowkey sad they cut everything about Percy genuinely trying his hardest to study for Brunner's class and failing. Chiron also didn't make that big of a blunder in the show either.

- That said I like Percy fidgeting with his hands in that scene

- I also wish he had failed school bc of his anxiety and dislexia frankly, as well as just showing more of how big of a troublemaker he was BEFORE the museum tour, not bc of the Nancy situation. Guess it was cut for time?

- Wait. we skipping the Fates? Seriously??

- Eddie! Kinda like what they did with him actually, before he kinda just let Gabe do whatever he wanted with Percy and only piped up when it started to get ugly.

- Okay so Gabe IS abusive - I like the line about picking up Sally's cellphone - but also kinda? Not as bad as he should be? I guess this is "aggressively mortal" and enough to mask Percy's scent? idk Gabe's behavior explained Percy's attitude so well but since he's been stripped of a lot of said attitude I guess this is consistent?

-  Sally hiding away and feeling the rain was nice. Feels like she's hiding away from all the mess that is her marriage. Also Poseidon maybe? They DO call him Stormbringer in the book - kinda ironic here tho since we know it's been raining a lot bc Zeus is mad lmao. I also love how young she looks since she was basically a teen mom

- That said I wish we'd seen how angry Gabe and the situation had made Percy instead of him just looking like a lost puppy. Just him angrily stomping to his room then immediately RELAXING when he saw his mom would have been perfect.

- ... do we really need another diAngelo reference. Again. I liked that Nico and Bianca were just random kids in the books at first y'know.

- No seriously between this, Mythomagic and a potential Blackjack... Dont Marvel this, show, PLEASE dont "I understood that reference" me 40 million times :/

- ... Sally is? Shutting Gabe up? Making him say please? Book Gabe would never ever let them go to Montauk after that, lmao. Is this really the kind of guy you're gonna MURDER at the end of the season?? Does it really warrant THAT? With this setup, it feels like it's leading up to ditching his crumpled backside with humiliation and hundreds of thousands of dollars in bills for all the appliances, not actual death. It just doesn't feel like either Percy or Sally are truly at the end of their rope with him.

- Idk I thought they were going to start with more subtle signs of abuse and then have that /moment/ when Percy realizes Gabe has been hitting Sally, and all the subtlety would fade away. Book Gabe is worse, but you get the feeling of Percy being used to it. It makes the moment he realizes it's much worse hit like a gut punch, which is what I expected them to emulate. Guess that's that then :/

-  Percy still looks like a confused puppy instead of being relaxed with Sally/angry at Gabe/happy about Montauk. Pls don't let this become a trend I know Percy being clueless and dumb all the time is a sin the later books did to him but,,, not here,,, not with this,,,

- it took me a moment to realize that was Kronos bc that did NOT sound like what a voice that seemed to come from the bowels of the earth should lol

- Ok, so I guess Sally crying while Percy's asleep is proof she's been holding back a lot. Maybe they had her stand up to Gabe as a hint that she's desperate and it's not something she usually does? That recontextualizes things, but, idk. Still think it would hit harder if they had made Gabe more menacing. You don't need to keep the physical abuse, but, idk, just shoot the same scene with Gabe's lines having more venom to them instead of that condescending vibe. Or at least not end it feeling like Sally "won" the argument, which is what it felt to me. Gabe at least coming out on "top" would tie it up more neatly imo. Maybe the line about not a scratch on the car or else?

- Unless she's crying cause she knows she's about to loose Percy. mmmmm.

- Interesting that they changed it from Percy always knowing Montauk was where Sally and his dad met.

- Btw Percy's actor is KILLING IT here

- Oh. Oh! So Sally's the one telling him? Oh, I'm gonna miss the mystery and terror of realizing a monster is after you, almost being FORCED to accept it. The absolute shock of seeing Grover with goat feet. The surrealness of being told the greek pantheon is real just after your mom dies, that distinct feeling of Percy barely believing it bc he feels like he's in a daze after he looses Sally.

- I do like the delivery of the scene tho, Sally is very awkward, it does feel like she rehearsed something akin to this and is so tense she cant get it out like she wanted. relatable lmao

- AGAIN SCOBELL IS KILLING IT GO BABY GO

- Loved the way Sally teared up too - really in line with the book - tho that would have stopped Percy dead on his tracks, he wouldn't push her like this, even if he was frustrated. It was another sign that Sally was at the end of her rope, how Percy refused to push her as most kids would bc he loved her so much and knew she was already so fragile thanks to Smelly Gabe

- I thought Grover felt a little too... Grown up I guess? But y'know what, I'm warming up to this cadence of his voice. Makes sense since he's like 28

- The "happy" music feels so offfffff,,, definitely missing the terror and urgency here. big sad

- Yea ok nvm Grover is wayyy too in control here. what did they do to my scaredy baby where is his anxious chewing and the bleating where IS IT GIVE IT TO ME

- Also he's 24? Huh, I guess I need to double check later

- ONCE AGAIN where is the sense of fear it's just Percy tilting his head and realizing its the Minotaur in one go like?? he's not even standing up??? /I/ barely noticed anything except for a vaguely bull shaped blob chasing after them

- No "shh!! names have power". I expected it since its a rule dropped after series 1 but I always liked it :(

- When is Grover gonna freak out or bonk his head and pass out pls he's too in control of the situation here ;-;

- Is it just a Giant Bull now? And did they decide to make Zeus 0.2% less of a jerk than he is and not have him crash the car?

- Oh! Grover is down at last! Okay, at least there's thaaaaaand he's up again. GREAT :/

- Sally's speech is great but once again ZERO sense of urgency. She can back and forth with Grover for minutes while a GIANT MONSTER is right after them. Also why is she making Grover promise to keep Percy safe? I thought it was at least leading up to a River Styx oath to set up the series but no??? This feels kinda ooc of her? Are they doing away with the Council of Cloven Elders and having THAT be the reason Grover goes with Percy bc. I would not like that.

- Okay, kinda warming up to the Minotaur design. Wish they kept the half-human bit of it but anthro cow works too. Fun fact I occasionally imagined Bessie being the one with long ears so this threw me off for a bit lol

- Not sure about how to feel about Sally being the one to tease the Minotaur with the coat. I GUESS its not too different from Sally being the one to tell Percy to jump sideways, but the thing is I don't like how giving that to her left Percy's own confrontation with it

- Like he just CHARGES IT, that's supremely stupid :/ Percy actually thought strategically about it even if he was terrified and angry, he was able to control himself enough to be smart about it!

- We also miss out on him doing it bc he already lost his mom and couldn't loose Grover

- Also did he hit it with Riptide in that lateral move he does in the book? Isnt that THE move that kills it?

- Riptide is being your resident Spidey-Sense again BUT AT LEAST THE SWORD GLOWS ITS BEAUTIFUL I'M SO HAPPY.

- I actually had a moment of "oh, they made it sparkle?" and then it hit me that its the celestial bronze glow and I cheered lmao. I expected it to be a little more subtle so it took me a second but this is SO COOL.

- I like that they still have Percy climb on its back but it feels too sanitized: grabbing the horn, being able to hold on with just your knees on to a slippery animal IN THE RAIN in order to have a cool stab-in-the-head shot.

- Like the sequence isn't BAD, per se, it just lacks that frenzied, barely thinking, just surving, angry and hurting vibe of the book. It's like they sucked all of the emotion out of it even tho its more or less accurate.

- No Percy dragging Grover down to camp, crying, calling for his mom? CRIMINAL. You cast a little kid! Let him be a little kid!!

- At least the credits are pretty

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Final thoughts: I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but I sort of expected that, given how much Riordan shows up in the credits, this would have been more book-accurate. And even if it wasn't, he went off about how the actors may not look like the characters, but they embody the "feel" of them, and that's enough, which so far holds up - Walker Scobell being the absolute winner so far, kid can ACT - with the notable of exceptions of Grover (too in control, too serious, not really the scaredy but brave satyr he is), Chiron (yea, he definitely feels too old and dignified for my tastes. He feels like someone who teaches theory, not practice.) and Smelly Gabe.

So I think I expected the same out of the show. But I actually think it's more akin to the Hunger Games: pretty accurate if you go through it scene by scene, but with so much nuance, emotion and context missing.

Regardless of how negative this sounds, I actually enjoyed the episode! It just caught me off guard, how... lifeless is a bit harsh, it's more like a lot of the emotion was sucked out of quite a few scenes, it felt like they were just hitting plot points I guess? Regardless, I'll adjust my expectations accordingly. I DO genuinely like the THG movies, and I assume if I apply the same separation between adaptation and book to this show it'll be a lot more fun.

(The one thing I wont forgive is the score tho. It's SO generic. Almost like a discount superhero theme at times. Sad.)

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

{hey you guys probably don't know this but i have more ocs outside of the bone gang and the other guys i've mentioned (mythos!tricky the clown) / shown (the amoguses). i do. i hate this!*}

{my mind is full of people that i can't get outta there. none of them pay rent except for the tyrant °^°}

{anyway this post is about the greatknight, a.k.a. the big scary hunk'a metal i showcased like. week or so ago. maybe three. idk man i have had Zero flow for the bone gang recently.}

{more shit under the Read more, as always.}

{okay so the greatknight, right? you guys probably aren't hounding at the fuckin' bit to know anything about him unless you are my closest friend ever - and even then they're banished to the wizard realm rn so i can't talk to them about him-}

{look he lives in a castle. big black one. all dark and menacing, like a good villain should be. (yeah he's a villain, sorry for not telling you sooner.) and as a good villain, he's been alive for god damn centuries - hell, eons, if i count right}

{he once started life as this guy. some dude. a fella, even. he was a kid. grew up to become a hired sword* - a mercenary, you get him to do a thing for ya and you pay him for his troubles. if you didn't pay? you'd never see him again, as he'd not want anything to do with you. wasn't a fan of free labor - still isn't.}

{in his advanced ages, - like, forty, forty-five, - pre-greatknight even managed to marry a pretty lady! a charismatic and kind soul, even for the ages that they come from. she saw something in the pre-greatknight that he didn't see in himself and said 'alright. you. ring.'.}

{they were happy for a time. a long time. about ten or so years, before The Incident.}

{this is where the pre-greatknight started to mold into his current-day form. after The Incident, the pre-greatknight decided that he wanted to become a recluse, go be alone until he dies. unfortunately, while he was out searching for his hermit home, he got lethally ambushed by a buncha heroes who mistook him for a villain due to his appearance at the time.}

{blood spurted from damn well everywhere it could. the pre-greatknight felt his bones crack with every movement. he had an hour left in him, if he played his cards right.}

{however... well, shit works out. as every good villain needs an origin story of sorts, this one involves skeletons finding the pre-greatknight leaning against a tree and accepting his fate. one o' them figured 'ay, we's built this cool suit o' armor. think we can make 'im trade that 'umanity o' his for it?'. the other seven agreed with this rambunctious idea.}

{and wouldn't ya guess it, they patched him up and replaced what blood he lost with some fresh stuff. one of the skeletons popped the question, and the pre-greatknight went for it. 'oh, cool suit of armor? 'n' all i gotta do is stop being human? fuck it.', was probably what he said then if i had to guess.}

{anyway, an eternal thanks from both sides later, and the Greatknight was born. (so now i can stop typing pre-greatknight. yay!)}

{of course, this is not the greatknight good and proper, this is just base-level greatknight, what with his mercenary know-how and human-level knowledge. since he was ambushed by heroes, he figured 'fuck it, we ball' and became a villain. he left his home-village to find an excellent plot of land that would house his future bloodwoods.}

{fast forward like a shitload of eons because i am rapidly losing steam, he built his blood army, cultivated the bloodwoods, and made a name for himself as one of the toughest villains you'd meet. yadda yadda. here he is.}

{/// NO IMAGE ATTACHED ///}

{the greatknight's still around, of course. if you want to rack your head about what his name is, what he looks like under his helmet, what happened to his wife, or even what race he is - theory craft! go for it! god knows i can't fucking figure it out and i'm the lore guy here!}

{anyway. enjoy yaselves. i'm gonna go on a friggin hiatus and reblog more shit. maybe play the division 2 a bit more. right now though (1:46 AM at the time of writin') i gotta tend to my cat so she doesn't wake up the entire house - she's in heat. can't help herself.}

{weeeeeeeee}

[*i want to get their designs onto paper but i can't draw for shit and i am incredibly stubborn about drawing on paper. one of these days i'm just gonna say fuck it and train myself] [**hired gun, w/o the gun]

[anachronistic-falsehood]

👀👀👀👀👀 gimme as many as u wanna talk about i am sitting in the corner kicking my feet like masky marblehornets in entry 19

OOOOO U AND ROS HAVE BOTH SENT ME LIKE FIVE EYE EMOJIS OK. i gotta split this up evenly here we go

ohhhh i still have my fucking. sanders sides crime au. i had multiple fics planned for that series but i totally abandoned it. i will finish it eventually i think but the main fic is finished and that's what matters??? i guess??? idk i wanted to write a bunch of oneshots and such for it but. NOPE!!!! maybe someday tho, i got v attached to my version of the orange side and i want to write about him more i just don't know how to continue it at this point, i wrote myself into a corner here and i cannot get out

HOLY SHIT. MY OLD HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD BAND RPF FANTASY AU. WHAT THE FUCKKKK I FORGOT ABOUT THAT UNTIL I SAW IT IN MY DOCS JUST NOW. oh my god i wrote one fic and then i planned out a sequel and then i fucking stopped writing it. at this point i might as well write out the scenes i had planned in my head and just post that with some fuckin sparknotes summary of the rest of it bc i HATE leaving shit unfinished even if it's for a fandom i don't participate in anymore. it was about the members of the band being magical heroes from an ancient fantasy society and it was really fucking cool AND THEY HAD DRAGONS AND AGHGHHH THE WORLDBUILDING WAS SO FUCKING COOL. I REMEMBER HOW COOL THAT SHIT WAS. i drew up a MAP of the world. i was INVESTED. AGH. i should finish it i really really should. also in the hollywood undead rpf fics i had a ghost hunters au. which is also still unfinished. i am not touching that thing again which sucks because it was SO silly and fun to write but i just have no interest in it anymore </3 also listen to hollywood undead. their music slaps. by the fucking way

MY CTNTDUO SOULMATE AU. i had so many fucking plans for that. i was going to have a whole fucking series where they slowly got accustomed to each other and their fates being intertwined after so long apart. i had so many scenes planned, including but not limited to: quackity teaching wilbur how to fly after being groundbound for 13 years in limbo, protecting tommy together once cdream escapes prison, going on the hunt for cdream after learning the full extent of what happened in exile, wilbur leaving for utah and quackity deciding to go visit him and having an annoyed but tearful and silly and incredibly psychocompetetive reunion <3 kinda sad i never finished it!!! oh well shit happens

what else we got. cfundy and yogurt centric oneshot collection!! was planning on continuing with it and having the las nevadas crew be babysitters for yogurt and engage in silly hijinks and shenanigans!!! i also planned for a cfundy and cwilbur reconciliation!!!! unfortunately i never continued it after the second oneshot. sad! oh well there's other stories <3

[esoteric-mantra-stuff]

Delphi (A prophetic Icebound Return)

CW: Some light sexy stuff and light mentions of... uh genocide? Idk.

Hey, sorry it happened again. This was supposed to be the beginning of a bigger boy chapter that I was going to post all at once, but of course, my finger slipped and this chapter ballooned into what it is right now. Hopefully, you guys can bring yourselves to forgive my crimes against conciseness.

As always I welcome music suggestions.

Theme for a lonely walk through the Mountains

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The Roundtable hold is empty when you arrive. Roderika has probably already retired to her bed chambers, and the only noise in the halls is the clanging of Master Hewg’s hammer. Gideon Ofnir has locked himself away in his study, though you don’t doubt he still knows about everything in the halls. It’s inevitable, such is the nature of one who is all-knowing, though honestly, you would prefer to keep your little visit a secret. You pass the table of lost grace and enter the chamber where the Two Fingers of the Tarnished stand, stretched out and useless as usual. That’s fine because she is the one you’re actually looking for.

Enia the Hag sits in her usual spot beside the Two Fingers, her hollow eyes glancing at you as you enter the chamber. Though her body is frail and ancient, she still sits up a little straighter and greets you politely. “Oh. Well, I haven’t seen you in a long time. Good evening young maiden. How may I help you?” She stretches one long bony finger toward the two giant ones before you. “I’m afraid that the Fingers remain still. They’ve been that way since they learned of the Erdtree spurning those who dared approach. It may be thousands upon thousands of moons before the Fingers may offer their guidance again.” You shake your head, and she tilts her head in confusion. “I’m not here to see the Fingers. I’m here to see you.” You speak, trying to keep your tone neutral. Enia crips her club with both hands, staring at you with a kind smile. “Perhaps you seek power from the Remembrance of Champions? If so, I can-” You interrupt her, wanting to get to the point quickly. “No, no. I want… I-I would like for you to read my fate. Recently I’ve… I’ve discovered some things about myself. I need to know if it’s true….”

Enia looks to the Two Fingers as if they would come to life if she wished it hard enough. “There’s no need to read your fingers, dear.” Now it’s your turn to be confused. What does she mean there’s no need? “I suppose I should have been honest with you the first time we talked. Do you remember?” You furrow your brow and try to remember. The first time you came to Roundtable Hold was when you spoke with Enia, but you only remember her offering to sell you the equipment of champions and… “You read my fingers back then too!” Your eyes are open wide as reality sets in. So then, the Finger Reader had known your true identity since the beginning. A sad expression crosses Enia’s ancient features. “Back then, I informed you of the duty of the Tarnished. You believed yourself to be one of them, but once I read your fate, I realized the truth about you.” She reaches a hand out to you, and you place your palm on top of hers.

“One after the other, every single Finger Maiden fell into the hands of those who would oppose the will of the Fingers. Their lives were lost as a result. If you knew the truth, you would inevitably follow the same path….” She traces a boney finger over your calloused hands, going carefully through each phalange and carpal. “The final task given by grace to all Finger Maidens is to give up their lives to the flames. Many before you have attempted to burn the Erdtree, yet none brought their champion closer to mending the Elden Ring.” She looks up from your hand, and her hollow, sunken eyes bore into you once more. “What good would come from shackling you to such fate? In your freedom, you’ve found the love of one who would stand by your side. You’ve found a home and a place to belong. No tarnished alive can claim such a thing.” Enia lets go of your hand, and you curl it close to your chest. The Fingers were right about you, then; you’re no tarnished warrior at all! You hold no claim to the Elden Ring nor the Elden Throne. Your only purpose is to be used and discarded, a tool much like the shadow-bound beasts. Perhaps it was a mercy to lose your memories, to be spared of your dark path, but if that was the case, was the alternative much better? Was it better to wander, each day passing you by without meaning?

….

You thank Enia for her help, and she bids you farewell. “Now, go forth. Grasp your fate with your own two hands. Especially should your fate involve a most foul betrayal.” You’re tired, and Lobo must be back home already.

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Despite the warmth of Lobo’s fur against your back and his strong arms wrapping loosely around your waist, your body refuses to fall asleep. Your mind is buzzing like a wasps’ nest. You’re filled with a great sense of anxiety about what will happen next. Tomorrow you’re set for the Mountaintops of the Giants. The medallion of Rold Lobo had obtained from Iji while you were busy would open the way toward the lands forsaken by the golden rays. He’d told you not to worry about the flames of ruin or the words of the Fingers. But he doesn’t know the truth about you, does he? Would he still be so calm if he knew?

You intertwine your fingers with Lobo’s. Feeling the rough pads and short claws against your human digits. Part of you wonders if he would abandon the quest for you. According to him, he only seeks the throne to set this crooked land right, but would he chase it so doggedly for such an impersonal reason? If you were to stay like this forever, living in this derelict tower and letting the Lands Between continue to rot away, would he join you? It’s selfish to think this way. When you see all the injustices carried out against the tarnished that came before you. In the fates of people like Morgott, Gurranq, Iji, or even Lobo’s parents, you see the broken rule the Greater Will has forced upon the land. None of this would have happened had the outer gods not meddled in the lives of mortals, and injustices like these will continue to happen so long as the Elden Ring remains shattered. You know what will happen if you stay like this and do nothing. You’ll just be passing the responsibility to someone else. Even if Lobo agreed, you couldn’t possibly be okay with that. Yet you still wish it would all just… stop.

Lobo shifts in his sleep, his muzzle now resting against your neck. You feel a puff of his breath against your chin as he settles back down. His fur is so warm and soft. It’s hard to explain, but it almost brings you to tears. It must be because you’re afraid of saying goodbye. It reminds you of the transience of your time with him, shattering the illusion that it could last forever. You’ve known each other for less than a year, yet this is the year you’ve finally felt like you have lived. Having him by your side, making new memories together every day. Those memories gave you the strength to push through any adversity you faced. You had nothing else, but you were happy. You’re not ready to leave it all behind, but if you don’t, then... What will happen with Lobo? You haven’t forgotten the words of the Fingers about using his death to seal away the flames. The Two Fingers were dead, but the Greater WIll was not. Would the god do something like that if it discovered Lobo’s existence? Can you run that risk? You….

You feel him stir behind you. He lets out an adorable squeaky yawn before hugging you tighter to him. “Mmm… ¿Mi Vida? ¿Que haces- Sorry, Why are you awake so late?” Mi Vida, that’s a new one. Someday you’ll have to ask him what all of these names mean. “Just thinking about things… Don’t worry about me.” You say, brushing the fur of his arm. He hums, and the noise echoes around the tower. “You’re still thinking about what the Fingers said, aren’t you?” He asks. Damn it, it must have been obvious how distressed you were. You shake your head, feeling his eyes judging your expression. “I’m just thinking about… Well, if you don’t mind me asking… Why do you chase the Elden Ring? Why… Why potentially risk your life for this?” It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth. He stays silent, running his thumb against the back of your hand.

“At first… Maybe it was just to make things right. After Father’s death, I felt I needed to fix things… Ranni, the Demigods, and the Two Fingers. To me, they were all the same. Forcing their wills upon the world, shaping it in their twisted image. If I let it stand… I would admit Mother and Father’s deaths were in vain, that none of it meant anything, and the world would carry on without them.” You feel him shake his head. “Now… Now I can see that I was just running away again. I needed to blame someone for their deaths, and I guess anyone would do.”

He chuckles, but it’s without joy. “Pathetic, isn’t it? Well… I think so too. That’s why I continue to seek the Elden Ring regardless, not because of my Mother or Father or because I need someone to blame. I want to do it because it’s the right thing to do.” You look back at Lobo. His eyes glow in the darkness, reflecting the light of the moon shining through the tower. He suddenly looks away, looking bashfully at the ceiling. “... and well… I want to make this place somewhere we could live together for the rest of our lives….” You should tell him. You need to tell him. You can’t hold on to this secret any longer, not when he’s planning on doing all of this for you. “I….” You start, calling his attention back to you. “I’m… glad we want the same thing.” You say cowardly. The darkness hides your expression, so maybe that’s why he chuckles to himself. “I worried that you might’ve laughed at the idea.” He says, and you can feel the genuine joy in his voice. You’re the scum of the earth. Yet, you can’t help but let his happiness infect you for a moment. If you can’t live together forever, let’s at least pretend for tonight.

You feel him nuzzle into your cheek. You giggle as his whiskers tickle you, then reach up and pet the fur of his face. “I’m not going to get any sleep if you keep playing around like this.” You tell him as you turn around, embracing him fully now. His snout goes straight for your neck, and you laugh hard at the sensation of his tongue lapping at you. “Fine by me.” Lobo says into your neck. “I’m sure you can come up with other things we can do.” His voice is low and smokey. You feel yourself blush at the implications. With all the commotion since reaching Leyndell, you hadn’t had time for that. “Is it my turn to take the lead or yours?” You ask before he moves on top of you, caging you in his arms. “Can’t remember… I’ll just assume it’s me.” He says before you kiss him. There’s still that twinge of guilt in your chest over lying to him.

Tomorrow. You’ll have to sort this out tomorrow.

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The frost itches your skin as you step out into the open air of the mountaintops. You’ve never seen that much snow in one place. Even in winter, the Lands Between never gets cold enough for frost or snow to form in large quantities. In the distance, the Erdtree is barely visible between the clouds, and the trees look ghostly and transparent. As if someone had called them from the dead with a spirit beckoning bell. Actually, scurrying between the trees, you can spot translucent animals too. Is everything in these mountaintops spectral? You didn’t miss the abundance of giant corpses on the way up. Does that mean you could expect to encounter ghostly giants as well? Paper Moon whinnies when a small rodent passes between his feet. You pat him on the side to call him down. The way ahead seems long, but at least your horses will carry you through the first stretch.

You sneeze, and it breaks you out of that train of thought. “Salud!” Lobo is quick to say, shivering just a little from the cold. “Thanks.” You say, breathing into your hand to defrost your gloved fingers. “Aren’t you cold? It doesn’t look like your armor protects that much from the cold.” He shakes his head. “I’m fine. My fur is enough.” Your companion speaks confidently, but you hear the chattering of his teeth once he closes his mouth. You sigh, creating a puff of condensation in front of you. “Remind me to make you something for the cold. A big furred cloak would probably look good on you..” At your words, he falls silent, staring ahead at the road. His mare stays beside your gelding. Shit! You forgot that his father dressed like that. You’re about to apologize when he looks at you with a cute grin. “I would like that. Thank you.” You feel your lips curl into a small smile. “No problem.”

The Zamor knights that wandered through the snowy landscape were easy prey for your spells. It didn’t take too long for you to reach a frozen lake at the northeast end of the map. You galloped through the mist, ignoring the dragon that tried in vain to ambush you, and you eventually reached a fork in the road.

Going north, you will find Castle Sol, while south lay the Forge of the Giants. You and Lobo decide to take a break by a decrepit sorcerer’s tower, not unlike Tetsu’s rise. In fact, now that you think about it, Ranni’s rise also looks suspiciously similar to this building. Did they get the same architect to design all the sorcerer’s towers? Part of you hopes they didn’t get paid that much, considering they reused two designs for every single one. They don’t even have windows. You bring this up to Lobo, who merely tells you that it could just be that one person used the design first, and then the rest decided to copy it to be trendy. Considering the general pettiness of the average sorcerer, it wouldn’t surprise you.

“Mi cielo.” Lobo says as you’re getting back on your horse. “Hmm?” You look back at him once you’re in the saddle. Mi cielo is another new one. “Latenna asked to visit Castle Sol. She has some business to take care of over there.” He points towards the crumbling shape in the distance. “I… I hope I’m not asking too much, but would you be okay getting to the Forge on your own? Hopefully, it won’t take long, and I know you can handle yourself, but still….” You look over at the castle in the distance, then towards the shape of the mountain. This would be the first time you would be separated since you met. You would be lying if you said you were reluctant to part, but… you have to start getting used to the idea, don’t you? Besides, some time alone might do you some good. You nod, trying your best to seem unbothered. “Sure. Just… Let’s meet at the Forge once it’s over, okay? I have s-some things I want to discuss with you.” You hate that your voice wavers, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. Lobo takes your hand and gives it a kiss before mounting Pvt. Dancer, a boyish smile shows off his fangs. “Alright. I’m leaving it up to you. I’ll try not to be away overlong. Goodbye.” With a flick of his reigns, the horse gallops away, and you’re left alone with your thoughts once more. You look down at your hand, tracing a finger over the spot he kissed. You’re scum. Truly, the scum of the earth.

[stitching-in-time]

An actual Doctor Who episode review post (gasp!)

Okay so I haven’t actually watched any New Doctor Who in at least a year (I think it was a year? Last new one I remember was the one with the time loop at the storage units so idk when that one was?) and I didn’t even know when Thirteen’s last episode was. But I happened to be channel flipping tonight and saw it was going to be on, so I figured I might as well watch it, since a new Doctor is a historic thing that any good Whovian should see at least once.

All I knew going in was that Tegan and Ace were gonna be in it, and the description said the Doctor faces Daleks, Cybermen, and the Master (oh my! lol), so I figured it would be overblown nonsense with lots of explosions, but at least it would be nice to see former companions again. 

The story itself WAS overblown nonsense with too many explosions, and there were lots of cliched moments. (If I had a nickel for every show/book/movie that had their bad guy secretly be Rasputin, or vice-versa, I’d be rich.)

BUT- despite all the overblown nonsense, it was nice to see Ace, and Tegan, and the other Doctors again. It was fun to hear them banter and not take themselves too seriously, and still save the day like they always did. It was nice to have little moments where Tegan got to see Five, and Ace got to see Seven. That stuff had more heart, and got me feeling more feelings, than the modern show has done in recent years.

And also the stuff with Graham got me a little, he was really the heart of the TARDIS fam, and I think maybe that’s why I couldn’t stay interested when bland Dan came aboard. 

So of course it would be Graham that actually started the former companions support group that we all joke about. I kind of didn’t want to feel feelings for a show that I’ve pretty much emotionally divested from at this point, but the minute I saw Ian Chesterton on my TV screen, that was it: ALL. THE. FEELS!!! And Jo! And Mel! These characters that I love so much, and never thought we’d see again on the actual show... here they were, and goddammit, new Doctor Who managed to make me feel things again!!! [insert sobbing here]

Even a tiny cameo was like acknowledgement that they created the legacy the show is carrying on today, that the stories of these characters are still important, and still have meaning for people all over the world. Maybe someday the Nuvians who don’t know who they were might discover their stories and love them as much as we do. But even if they don’t, getting those little cameos packed more of an emotional wallop for me than all the explosions and Daleks and ‘fate of the universe hanging in the balance’ stuff ever could. Doctor Who was, and is, always at it’s best when it’s about people. 

I really liked some of Thirteen’s episodes, and I’m sad that she didn’t have better material after her first season, because she was a really good Doctor. Having a woman Doctor did mean more to me than I’d expected. Being able to walk into a store and buy a replica Doctor coat that was made for me was a huge deal. To have the magical hero’s coat made for you makes you feel a bit like Superman. I hope little kids now will get the idea that they can be magical like the Doctor whether they’re girls or boys. Thank you, Jodie Whittaker, for making that possible.

I feel like 13 had a pretty decent regeneration, it wasn’t too drawn out with dramatic speeches, and her final shot on the cliff was pretty epic. The ending was silly, but I’m not unhappy about it. After how dull and serious the show can be sometimes, I wouldn’t mind a bit of David Tennant nonsense again before we meet the new Doctor. (I know, I know, I used to dislike Ten, but after Twelve, I take it back, Ten wasn’t that bad in comparison! lol)

So that’s it, my first Whovian episode review post in years! I guess once you’re in the Doctor Who fandom, you can never really get out. 

But honestly, that’s okay by me. <3

[siderealxmelody]

Angels: Love & Culture

@aprincess-and-herknight

@waywardlightbearer

@nptperfect-indadseyes

@sam-winchester-hunting-log

@angelic-rebels

@truesymphony

The following was first published in an episode of Heartfelt. A magazine designed to bring people together.

This is guide for the humans who wish to understand their fellow angel neighbors a little bit better. This was made in part of the journalistic team at Heartfelt and a number of angels who granted their time.

Angels are not winged humans. They have their own culture, language, and ways of life. A life that is heavily informed with the knowledge they are immortal and baring any unfortunate occurrences, they don't see that changing.

There is four stages of life for them. It does not change if they were made by Him Almighty or if they are born to two angel parents. Yes, angels are able to reproduce and have children.

The first stage of life is nestling, this is when they are most vulnerable, they are born or made as a small ball of light and soft feathers. Their features slowly coming into focus the longer after birth it was.

This stage we are told usually lasts in human terms 2 years.

The next stage is fledgling, this is when their flight feathers begin to come in and they join other fledglings in beginning their education. From what we are told the fledglings are taught flight only later in their life, most of their beginning education is on the history of Heaven and play. Adults apparently watch these play sessions to determine the placement for the fledglings late in their life.

This stage is roughly a little longer, 8 years.

The next stage is juvenile. By this time they are learning to fly and are beginning their teaching in the defense. We are assured children are not pushed to be soldiers, there are many diverse paths for them to take, but basic defense knowledge is mandatory. As one angel told us "you never know when you are going to need it". It is also at this stage that the rules of courting and edicate are formally given.

This stage is one of the longest we are told. In human terms almost 10 years.

The last stage is adult, at the human age of 20 they have reached full maturity. It is on the eve of their 20th birthday that they undergo what we are told is called an Assesment. All the skills they learned up to this point is tested. Tests are random and unpredictable, so no angel gets the same one. Once they are finished with their assesment they wait for week for the results to be manually looked over before they are sent out to all of age angels.

This is the last stage, they are an adult. Though from what we understand this isn't the end. It was hinted by some angels that there is more for the young angels to do. This is a wonderful segway into talking about angelic culture.

The angelic culture is filled with juxtapositions, they are warriors of God, made to be His army. But speaking with many angels over the course of these 6 months it was a running theme of their love for nature, of the beauty on earth we all take for granted every day. That they are a family first and foremost, they even refer to each other as such. Sharing in caring for juveniles communally in what we are told everything is the same but instead of juveniles being sent back to their parent's nests at the end of the day of training they go to barracks to live with other juveniles.

Angels value honor, loyalty, and respect above everything else. To not show an older angel these things is a huge dishonor and will merit retaliation. From what we gather angels communicate with their wings- while almost all of them were not inclined to share exactly what that means. One of our subjects gave us some insight. Below is their unedited response.

"Wings show a lot. Think of parrots, our wing displays are very close to them. If we feel threatened or angry we raise our wings high above our head. If we are showing deference our wings are smooth and hang low on out back, the tips touching the floor. I say close to parrots because parrots don't have wings that are immune to holy fire or able to turn into projectiles akin to the Japanese Shuriken."

Moving on, we were told because of the very few things that can hurt them and because they value brute strength, usually disagreements turn violent, using swords or their fists to make a point. Usually the one's left standing is the one who is right. This show of strength is not just limited to making decisions. It is also used when angels begin looking for a mate, which usually starts soon after their 20th birthday.

Though I am told some young angels are waiting for longer as even after their 20th birthday there is still a lot for them to know and understand. They still need to prove their purpose to Heaven, they're worth as it were. From what I am told, this called earning their wings, it could be anything from an act of bravery to helping a fledgling in need. We are told when an angel earns their wings is a huge celebration.

All angels gather together to hear the act recounted and the tips of the receiver's wings are dipped in gold that stains and lasts for almost 2 weeks after. We are also told those angels who have earned their wings are given a special gold pendant specifically made to symbolize the act they did to earn their wings. They wear this around their neck to show for all of their existence they have earned their wings and a valuable member of Heaven.

It is usually after this milestone that angels even begin to consider taking a mate.

Now, onto what we assume is the part most of our young readers are waiting for - angel courting. We are sad to inform you as of now there is law decreed by Michael that angel and human relationships are forbidden. Sorry teen girls, daydreams will have to do.

Angels usually begin to court the angel they wish to mate with subtly. From what we understand angels don't really do the whole one-night stands and nonexlusive dating. Once they start courting it is understood this is for the rest of their existence.

Angels begin by spending time with the angels they like. Getting to know them, finding ways for the two of them to be alone. We were told here strongly that because angels genders have no basis on their reproductive prowess the genders of two Angel's doesn't matter.

Once the angels have spent enough of time together they begin to give each other things, small trinkets such as jewels, flowers, things that they think are beautiful and worth sharing. This usually culminates in a expressed ask to court the other, and if accepted the angels continue to the next tape. If rejected the angel leaves in understanding, respecting their answer. We were told here that consent is another thing angels take seriously. When we broached the subject of what consequences would there be for angels who do something to an angel against their consent we were met with looks of horror and confusion. It seems they have never had to deal with such issues.

Now, when an angel accepts the expressed courting the gifts continue thought they are more elaborate and time intensive. There is no set time for how long the courting goes on. Though it always culminates in the same thing, angels a necklace they call a claimant, it is said to be their biggest gift, most time intensive, and the culmination of all their courting. Angels frequently include personalized charms and designs to reflect the angel they are giving it to. Again, if their claimant is rejected they accept it and try to move on. Though that has not happened to their knowledge.

Angels from what we understand have a strong belief that He made them each a soulmate or twinflame. So they see a rejection at such a stage a rejection of Him.

This is really it, the last few things that angels wanted us to know is that wings to them are very sacred. Asking them to show or touch their wings is considered rude and offensive. The only ones who are allowed to touch their wings are their mates, children and their close friends. Another thing is something we here at Heartfelt Magazine wanted to share, when we talked to the angels about mating and children we heard such lovely stories but one thing that kept coming up was the fact that nestling liked to suck on their parent's or their older angel sibling's wing tips. To us it was nice to see no matter how different the pacifier was universal.

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