#link is one guy using one brain rather than 4 guys 4 brains so i dont think he could fully occupy the brainspace of more than one of them

[cervideity]

Expanding on the Vio nightmare idea: do you think Vio ever has nightmares about accidentally killing Green for real at Death Mountain? How does Link feel about these nightmares when he wakes up, considering it's one part of himself killing another?

I DIDNT EVEN CONSIDER THIS... UR MIND... i bet he does . like what a balancing act he had to pull. i bet Vio was stressed out of his mind.

I find it really hard to put myself in Links shoes when thinking about his separate selves and ive been trying ti imagine it all day. I feel like thered be the sense of a Near Missed catastrophe, like stopping yourself from walking into the road the moment a huge truck zooms by. Thats someone he cares about thats him its fine it didnt happen im fine im whole. vertigo.

[depressed-bitch-80]

Not So Secret Anymore

Chapter 3

Word count: 1,184

Pairing: BBC!Sherlock x Reader

Summary: John is trying to enjoy a peaceful day at 221B when a mystery woman shows up and says she’s Sherlock’s wife.

A/N: Chapter 3 is finally here! Thank you guys for all the support I’ve been getting on this series, it truly means a lot to me.

AO3 link, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4

John was a jumbled up mess of emotions currently but the one that stood out the most was hurt. He had been living with Sherlock for nearly half a year now and the man never once mentioned he was romantically involved. Sometimes John naively thought Sherlock might not be capable of such a thing. There was one moment, one memory, being dredged up in John’s mind over and over.

“Married to your work, are you? I do have to say that was a good one, expert deflection on your part.” John said, now moving towards the kitchen to pour himself a cup of scotch. Once he got there he decided to forgo the cup and take a swig directly from the bottle.

“John, you must understand, I didn’t want to lie to you. We both have enemies, people who wish to do us harm and who would go after people we are close to. That is why we decided to keep things rather private.” Sherlock stated. He watched John, now standing at the sink, take several more generous swigs of alcohol before finally setting the bottle down.

John stared at the two of them in silence. They looked good together, like they fit together perfectly. Sherlock kept looking her over, probably trying to assess the true severity of her injuries, while she stood there awkwardly pinned down by John’s gaze.

“Alright.” John shrugged.

“Alright? That's all you have to say now?” (Y/N) questioned.

“What do you want me to say? He obviously cares for you in ways many people don’t think him capable of. I know him to be fiercely protective of the few people he does have attachments to, so yes it makes sense.” John said, giving her a small shrug.

“I do think that is the nicest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say about Sherlock” (Y/N) remarked, shooting a glance toward Sherlock. He was standing beside the kitchen table, looking oddly uncomfortable with the amount of praise he was receiving.

“Right, then I’m knackered. Plus I don’t believe my brain has had enough time to process everything that’s going on here” John said, rubbing his eyes. He could use a bit of sleep and a little more time to mull everything over. “I’m going to leave you to your reunion. I’m off to bed.”

He then proceeded to take his bottle of scotch and make his way upstairs for what would inevitably be a very fitful night’s sleep. Sherlock and (Y/N) remained in the kitchen staring at each other in disbelief.

“He handled that better than I expected.” Sherlock said with a slight grin.

“I’d hate to see him handling it poorly then.” (Y/N) said, slightly giggling. Now that they were alone she cupped Sherlock’s face and pulled him down into a kiss, full of longing and need. “I missed you.” She breathed, carding her fingers through his unruly curls.

“Please don’t ever leave for that long again.” He said, pulling her in as close as humanly possible and burying his face in the crook of her neck. They sat there breathing each other in, taking in every detail about the other, as if they had been separated for lifetimes.

“You know I can’t promise that.” She whispered, finally pulling back to give him a few chaste kisses. She wanted nothing more than to stay here forever but her job would never allow it. “It is nice to see you’ve made a new acquaintance in my absence.”

“Yes John has been very helpful.” Sherlock admitted. He would never say that in front of John though.

“Please tell me you haven’t been running the poor man at all hours.” (Y/N) probed. She knew how difficult Sherlock could be at times. The staying up for days on end and refusing to let even a morsel of food pass his lips before he solved the case could be arduous to someone not well versed in his ways.

“Never” Sherlock replied with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

“Not sure I believe you on that one but answer me one very important question?” (Y/N) challenged. She was just as worried about her husband as he was for her. He had promised he was going to quit but she could smell it from the moment he walked in the door.

“Yes?” Sherlock responded, hesitant. He knew he’d been caught but he was trying his best to play it casual. There was no lying to (Y/N), she would smell his deceit a mile away.

“Why do you smell like cigarettes Mr. Holmes?” She demanded, seeing the guilty look in his eye. She wasn’t mad or disappointed per say, she was more concerned as to what could have driven him to smoke again.

At that he pulled completely away from her. Sherlock didn’t like to be vulnerable, confess his shortcomings, to anyone but with her it was slightly bearable.

“Experiments, I was simply doing experiments.” He said, still trying to get away with the lie even though he knew she could see right through him.

“What kind of experiments exactly?” She asked, looking at him quizzically. She was slowly breaking his resolve. (Y/N) knew the only way to get the truth was playing along and reading through the lines.

“Ash.” He stated simply.

“Hmm…nope not buying it, mister.” She disagreed, letting him know his lies were not working. He held strong for a moment, staring at her with his best poker face. It wasn’t until she raised an eyebrow, indicating that she was still waiting, that he finally broke.

“Fine.” He huffed. “It was only one, dear. I haven’t had an adequate case in weeks.” The lack of interesting murders had in fact contributed to his nicotine relapse, but it was her extended absence that had finally pushed him over the edge.

Sherlock stood there, unable to meet her eye. Not wanting to see even the slightest flicker of disappointment in her eyes, he couldn’t bear it.

“I’m not mad at you Sherlock, you know that.” She told him as softly as she could, trying desperately to snap him out of his self-doubt spiral. His eyes were fixed to the floor.

“Come on, let's go to bed. When is the last time you’ve had a decent night's rest?” She asked, reaching up to tuck a wild curl behind his ear. He took the opportunity to lean into her touch, closing his eyes and kissing her palm.

They stayed like that for a moment. Now that she was coming down from the adrenal rush of seeing him after so long, she could see just how worn down the detective in front of her was. His eyes plastered with dark circles and his form just a little too thin for her liking.

“How long have you been gone again?” Sherlock replied, as she took his hand and led him to their shared room. She was expecting more of a battle trying to get him to rest, but as soon as he laid down with her finally in reach he drifted off peacefully.

[doin-just-fine]

hello! I’m not a system myself, but I’m doing some research for a friend of mine who’s questioning.

I was wondering if you could do a ‘the people wanna know’ about what different kinds of systems there are/how it can present, or something in that vein?

Thanks, love your stuff!

The People Wanna Know: System Types

Disclaimer: We are by no means experts in this at all. We are quite new to the whole being plural thing and there is A LOT to learn when it comes to plurality and systems, especially in types and "microlabels". These microlabels are VERY helpful when someone is trying to sort out if they are plural or not especially if they are an atypical system like us. They can make you feel validated and at home when previously there was fear and confusion. We also want to suggest that you continue your deep dive outside of this post! We hope you give you a launch pad into the complex world of plurality but do not let this be the end of the research! I will be using definitions mostly from Pluralpedia. Systemhood and plurality is very under researched so many of the labels you'll see are created by community members that are then adopted by the greater community. That all being said, as validating as these microlabels can be they can sometimes also have the opposite effect if they don't fit all the way. If you guys land on them being plural, we encourage you to leave the microlabels behind especially if those labels are close to their experiences but not quite accurate in all ways. 🛸I found when identifying specifically as a Median system, it lead to a few denial spirals because that label mostly fit our experience but not all the way or all the time which lead to us question our experiences making it harder to accept and understand ourselves. I personally find just calling myself plural or a system is enough and allows me the freedom to have my own unique experience as a human being with an atypical brain that science is only just starting to research and understand rather than trying to define my experiences filtered through a ill fitting label that doesn't change with me as we grow and learn. But, if you guys find a label that fits like a glove CONGRATS! Use it, love it, where it with pride!

ANYWAY, THE PEOPLE WANNA KNOW!

System Types

DIAGNOSABLE SYSTEMS (labels recognized by the DSM-V) DID OSDD 1 OSDD 1A OSDD 1B OSDD 2 OSDD 3 OSDD 4 UDD

None of those fit? Build Your Own System

I will be giving short definitions of each label. If you want more information each term will take you to a more in depth description.

ORIGINS (why the system formed) Traumagenic: Origins were trauma related. Endogenic: Umbrella term for origins that are related to something other than trauma, though trauma can still be a factor but not always. SUBCATEGORIES: (link to microlabels of the subcategories bellow) Created: Systems that were created intentionally for any reason. Adaptive: Origins that were related to trauma or other adversity. Spontaneous: For systems that seemed to just appear one day seemingly without cause. Unknown: A system who's origins are unknown, unclear, or still being sorted out. Mixed: Multiple origin labels can be applied to these systems.

CONSCIOUSNESS (how communication, conscious connection, and shared existence feels with in a system) Monoconscious: Shared consciousness between members where everyone thinks the same thing together as individuals. Polyconscious: Everyone in a system has their own thoughts and mind that are separate from each other. Hydraconscious: Everyone has their own thoughts and mind but in a collective consciousness. This may feel like everyone talking out loud about different things at the same time. Cephaconscious: When member are in or near the front together they have a shared monoconscious experience but when they are not in the front they have their own separate thoughts and mind. Mutoconscious: When member are in or near the front together they have a shared monoconscious experience but when they are not in the front they have a hydraconscious experience. SYSTEM SEPARATION (how individual are the individuals) Partitionary System: Individuals are very distinct. They do not share memories and often experience time loss. Median Systems: Individuals are less distinct and blend with each other more. These systems often don't experience typical amnesia. Blurian: Systems who share 100% of memories regardless of who's fronting. These system may also not experience Amnesia. (Edit: Here is some more resources for things that blur the line of plurality and systemhood ) Unrelated to the question but maybe to your situation here is a link to help questioning systems

I hope this was helpful let me know if you have any questions or need clarification!!

REMEMBER: You're gonna be ok. You're gonna figure it out. Be kind and gentle with yourself and others. Asks are open. Have a nice day.

[lunavagans]

So like, I know a little bit about your world building from your writing. Here's a question for you; how does Link's father view having 4 (or 5? depending?) children after the Links split up again? Does he view them as his children? Or something else?

Alright SO. I talked a little bit about how I think Link‘s family life and childhood was like in this post, just for a bit of background where some thoughts come from! But for this one, I‘m thinking that I‘ll talk about the man himself and what I think he‘s like, his position, and how it influences his actions before and after the manga regarding his children.

Link‘s (the colours’) father never addresses Link‘s other parent, and as I don‘t want to think that‘s because they‘re present but irrelevant, I prefer to say that they‘re either non-existent, dead or distant. This means that Dad is fine raising a child on his own, which is taxing if you work a job like Royal Knight on the by (and I think he was working while he raised Link, you don‘t get that rank without having been years in the field). Which in turn means that he‘s extremely attached to Link, maybe even had a sort of us-against-the-world mindset. There‘s nobody else in the family, it‘s just the two of them. And they make due.

Until it‘s not just the two of them anymore, of course. And Dad was definitely a bit out of it when he learned of the general existence of the colours, on the trip back to the Four Sword Sanctuary. He probably felt like he was having his son‘s brain projected into many more details than he usually gets to see, which was nice but also unnerving. He was very glad for the prospect of the four merging very soon.

At this point he viewed them less as separate people and more as Link‘s brain divided into different bodies. Part of it was his insistence that Link will return and part was the reluctance to accept that he barely knows the people replacing his son. He might even have a fleeting thought if the colours replacing Link means that they‘re his killers somehow. He knows that‘s not true, that‘s the uncertainty speaking that’s trying to pack all this into concepts he‘s more familiar with. Guy doesn‘t know shit about magic and just went through hell, he can freak out on the inside if he wants to, I think.

Then the attempt to merge fails. (I‘ll explain why in another post that I‘ll finish eventually, it‘s a whole thing.) And the only thing that keeps Dad from screaming into the colours‘ faces is that he still needs to keep up his duty and escort Zelda to the castle proper through a town that‘s been claimed by bandits while the knights were gone.

Then a while goes by where Dad doesn‘t really have the opportunity to talk to the colours which is probably for the best. The town‘s reconstruction is in full swing and all of them are doing their best to contribute, then there‘s the worry about Zelda after her father‘s death in the attacks. Red and Green come by once to try and reconnect - after all, that’s still somebody important in their life, even if none of them are sure if he counts as their father by blood or by choice. It goes well, Dad made them tea and they sat together in awkward silence. (Speaking from own experience here, eventually you just get bored trying to keep yourself from asking out loud what you‘re all doing here. They were all glad when the colors left.)

In the quiet moments, Dad reflects on his own and, with the colours apparently resolving to take on an identity separate to Link (as much as the townsfolk will let them), he decides to try and do the same and basically treat his son like he fell in the attack on the town. This lets him cope with the loss of Link and build relationships with the colors from the ground up like he technically knows they deserve - they shouldn‘t bear the brunt of his grief just because of their origin.

All in all, rather rational about the whole thing. He even appoints one of the other knights to act in his stead for the time being because he‘s aware he‘s bound to be a bit unstable in the coming weeks.

Now, how does he treat the colors? Not all that much, actually. Blue and Green are the ones that stay knights, so he interacts with them on a regular basis (even if Green’s technically stationed somewhere else) and is eventually able to ignore the tiny thing in his skull that‘s pointing out similarities and differences to Link.

With Red, it‘s a bit more difficult since he doesn‘t have as much opportunity to see him everyday, but he‘s still around and in the castle, so they cross paths occasionally. It‘s fine, they‘re civil to each other; the problem is more that Red picks up the relationship where Link left off by habit, which Dad doesn‘t really like. They talk it out, though.

Vio is the problem child as usual. That one leaves the castle relatively quickly and has his crisis about their, his and Link‘s life in quiet. He and Dad never stop being awkward around each other, they try to leave interactions to the polite minimum and usually succeed.

Now, SHADOW. Oh boy. This heavily references my fics (rewriting those currently, so uh I‘ll leave out the details), but Dad is basically present when he’s resurrected by the Yiga, right? And when Shadow tries to flee from the scene and Miss Fairy fetches Dad to get him (unaware of his identity so far), all Dad knows him as is the pitiable but suspicious boy they found at the scene. It stays that way for a bit, and as Shadow makes the deal with Zelda that he‘ll help with he Yiga problem in exchange for safety and staying secret, they work together occasionally; only really because Impa and Dad have to coordinate plans sometimes.

Which he‘s fine with, it‘s necessary. So the new boy he found seems to stay around for good, and he tries to get into conversation a bit. What‘s your name, what happened to you, are you well, those sort of things. Is worried about him, which might partly be because he kind of reminds him of Link. The point is, Dad has a while to observe this new person who overall is a good guy. A bit annoying at times, but will quiet down when he‘s told to. Basically, Dad tries to parent him a bit which Shadow hates. Dad tones it down.

Still thinking about how the reveal would go, but afterwards, Dad would only really be a bit more cautious than before. He knows he only saw Shadow‘s worst side during the manga, and now here he is trying to actively make amends in the few ways he knows how to, which is hunting down people and spying (he expands his repertoire, don‘t worry). And Dad knows that attempt is genuine, he’s watched it for a while.

Dad ends up fond of and exasperated with him. They spar sometimes, and the others around make fun that this random person can pose a challenge to the Knight Captain (is that the title he has? I can‘t be bothered to look it up rn).

ALL THAT TO SAY, nah he doesn‘t really view them as his children, he doesn‘t like the thought of replacing Link like that. Which of course it wouldn‘t be, but also there’s no reason to press him into calling them his sons (which would get weird once relationships start to form, anyway).He sees them more like children from the neighbourhood, if that makes sense? They‘re around all of a sudden and that‘s that.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to yap :D

[mantasprites]

well well im back again with some more auseq content, bringing you the culture masterpost! i know some want your grubby hands on how you should create your own auseq, and others just wanna look at some cool canon character designs so ill provide both!

these are currently the only ones ive fully sprited (which you can ask about who they really ARE in my asks :] ) but there are still more to come!

creator of skirt used, almightysponge on devientart, can be found here, and possible creator of some included outfits, blahjerry, can be found here

under the cut is all the juicy lore that the spriting community will love, so enter the depths if you so wish!

the conception of these guys was really just cuz i found fanspecies super complicated and variated in their designs so im happy people care so much about these guys

So you've chosen death by spriting!

DESIGN PRINCIPLES:

Auseq have fully coloured bug eyes that can be changed to any color and shape, occasionally having more than just two eyes. They have antennae that have little baubles at the end that can be changed by color and shape. They have fur tufts on their neck that can be any color and have different patterns. Their skin is always pure white, but they have a stripe on their forehead that is the same color as their eyes and baubles. All Auseq blood is coloured gray.

Auseq outfits consist of those before Earth 1980, with clothes like sweater vests, greaser jackets, barbershop quartet outfits and more.

To see an image representation of all of this, see the linked post.

AUSEQ CULTURE:

Names can be any length, but must include either x y or z, and their last name must have the same letter count as the first.

The hierarchy is structured on a simple monarchy with a royal family, with those in power being those with inherent strength in specific categories, each corresponding to a different letter in the species name.

The categories are:

Allure - People skills and charisma

Undergoing - Pure endurance and stamina

Strength - Self explanatory

Expedition - Agility and speed

Quick-wit - Intelligence and craftiness

Any Auseq can be proficient in any number of these, which causes jobs to be distributed in different ways. Someone proficient in expedition is able to do delivery jobs better by being faster, and an Auseq with good quick-wit is better at research and other jobs requiring a higher brain capacity. Even Auseq that aren’t proficient in anything can still get a job. Jobs like cashiers and painters are usually preserved for Auseq without proficiencies to allow Auseq with proficiencies to do other jobs more suited to them.

The highest position in Auseq society is the Monarch, which you can only be if you have proficiency in everything. The thing is though, there can be multiple Monarchs at once that command the same place. Previous Monarch’s offspring have a much higher chance to be proficient in everything, making it so royalty is usually just one bloodline, but any random Auseq can be the Monarch. The most Monarchs there have ever been in Auseq society was 4; 2 royalty, 1 random Auseq and 1 previous Monarch that was still hanging on.

Auseq mature at 15 human years, and the longest one has lived was 57, although the higher undergoing an Auseq has the longer they can live.

Auseq reproduce asexually, by planting a seed contained in their stomach. Seeds must be planted in close proximity to natural foliage designated as birthing spots as they give nutrients to the soil through their roots. Once an Auseq reaches a certain age they will spit out the seed, allowing them to plant it into the ground and create a new Auseq.

While the baby Auseq is growing, the only thing that you can see is one of their antennae sticking out of the ground. Rather than being grubs or babies while they are young, Auseq don't sprout until they are about 4 in human years.

ROMANCE:

Auseq have very little gender differences, and since the way they reproduce is not gender reliant, Auseq don’t really care to figure out what gender they are after they are born.

Auseq romance is split into three overlapping sectors. Love, respect and hate. These three sectors intertwine to make four more, with it being as such; love & respect make admiration, respect & hate make deference, hate & love create ambivalence and all three make chaos.

Rainbows are very integral to Auseq culture as each color represents a different form of romance. Red represents love, blue represents hate and yellow is respect. Their combinations correspond to the color combos of their designated colors. Chaos is represented as white, or light itself, as it refracts into all other relationships.

Those proficient in allure more commonly are in part-love relationships, whereas those in quick-wit and expedition tend to be in respect focused ones. Hate is commonly seen in those who are undergoing or strength proficient, though all relationships are available to any Auseq.

You can represent what kind of relationship two Auseq have by showing hearts of the respective color, or by using these premade symbols:

Yeah they're very creative I know

Thanks so much for reading this far! Hoping to see how much interest this can get once it spreads into more blogs

[kidrauhlschik]

4. Tangled Memories - Lee Know AU

Post Traumatic Amnesia (PTA) is a transient state of confusion, disorientation and memory loss that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury. PTA is sometimes also referred to as post traumatic confusional state and can occur from the moment of injury until the return of continuous memory.

The accident was a tragedy.

But it was the best tragedy to ever happen to you.

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Final Part - See pt 1, 2, & 3 on the Masterlist linked above

Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, not proofread, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

Words: 2.2k

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You find the note the next morning and immediately crumple it up and throw it in the trash. Since when has Minho been so sentimental and needy?

You can understand that he's over whatever rivalry he two of you used to have, but you're not. Up until the day before, you thought Minho was good, perfect even, but opening your eyes and remembering all of the awful things he's made you deal with made things so much different.

For starters, you can't believe that you trusted him. He's just as manipulative and sneaky as he's always been. He took advantage of your vulnerable state and made you depend on him. He would have been okay with you dying that day and all of the sudden he's not.

Yet, he also coaxed you down from your panic attacks, he made sure to always available for when you needed him, he stayed with you around the clock when you were injured. Thing is, you wouldn't have gotten injured if it wasn't for him.

The back and forth is overwhelming so instead of pondering on the fact you go to check your phone, which probably made things even worse.

Chris: He told me. Im so sorry. Its all my fault.

Innie: Wanna talk? I heard what happened.

Seungmin: I can't believe you didn't tell us you were remembering stuff.

Hyunjin: I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark. We need to talk.

Lix: Hey wanna come over? I can make us brownies and we can talk things out.

Changbin: Are you okay?

Jisung: Minho is really sorry. I am too. We all are. Can we talk it out?

Chris: Please?

Not wanting to deal with everything right now, you shut your phone off and begin your day. It's time to clean up and enroll in classes again. You should probably catch up with your other friends as well, you'd been very distant because you were always hanging out with Minho. It's best to keep busy and avoid thinking about that snake.

Tragically, as snakes would have it, Minho manages to slither his way inside your thoughts on a regular basis for the next month. As much as you hate it, you couldn't help seeing him in everything. He was in your sheets, in your kitchen, next to you on the couch, in the park, in the flowers, and in the sunset. Everything reminded you of him, every version of him, the bad and the good, and you're not sure which one you prefer.

Classes were to start in a week, through your circumstances, the school was able to let you enroll late to your classes, but you were now a year behind. There's so much to catch up on, yet your brain allows something to distract you from your studies, and that something is always Minho. He hasn't made an effort to make contact with you, which reassures you that whatever he had going on was all made up in his head. Maybe it was all a moment of hysteria.

The hysteria felt awfully real to you though. You can't help but doubt yourself and ask if the sleezy, ignorant, cold Lee Minho actually felt something for you, or if you felt something for him. That's why it's better to keep busy rather than to sit and ponder.

Chris: Wanna come over? It'll just be me and Jisung :)

You had forgiven the guys awfully quickly for your predicament. You could see why they'd put Minho in that situation in a moment of anger, they didn't even know that you were remembering your past, and although you wished they would have stepped up more to impede the shit show that happened with Minho, you can tell that they're sorry. They're your best friends after all, but you were still keeping them at an arms distance for the time being. Except for Hyunjin. He always encouraged you to chase after Minho and you couldn't help but too feel betrayed at that. No one else pushed you into his arms but Hyunjin did, and who knows? Maybe if he hadn't, you could've remained civil with Minho instead of playing house.

When you walk inside of Chan's dorm, the smell of warm pizza welcomes you like a warm hug.

"Hey! How are you?" Jisung asks from the couch beside Chan.

"I'm good, thank you." You offer a small smile in return as you take off your coat to lay it on the nearest clean, flat surface.

The place is a mess, there a cups everywhere, the trash is overflowing, and the entire floor had become a laundry basket. "I don't keep you guys in check for a year and all of the sudden your place becomes a pigs den?" You laugh while sprawling yourself on Chris' couch, throwing your legs over Jisung.

"Hey! It wasn't us, it was -" Jisung gets cut off by Chan discretely pinching his leg under the blanket. The younger winces but remains silent.

"Yeah, Jisung's been a mess lately." Chris smiles apologetically.

"Haha. Yeah, sorry." Jisung adds.

You couldn't help but feel as if they were hiding something, but before you could question them, the front door swings open.

"Jisung. What the hell do you want? I was in the middle of practice." The second Minho spots you, he freezes like he did before. Loss for words, he just stares at you as if he'd seen a ghost. He wants to walk out and get as far away from you as he can, but he also wants to run up to you and hold you in his arms. He wants to apologize over and over again, he wants to beg for your love, but he knows better than to think that you'd accept him.

You immediately hop off the couch, quickly on guard, wishing that he wasn't standing in front of you. Seeing him in your memories was very different than seeing him in real life. He looked thinner, tired, and restless. The Minho you had been seeing for the past year looked happy and healthy. Now he was drowning in his hoodie, his hair was messy, and his expression read exhaustion. You couldn't help the worry that seeped its way into your brain.

"What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I live here." Still staring at you in shock, unfortunately, it seemed that he'd gotten even better at hiding his emotions.

"What about your place?"

"I got kicked out for not maintaining the place while I lived with you."

Was he implying that this was your fault?

"You never had to live with me in the first place." An argument. Something you were both so used to, now caused an ache in both of your chests. Your words catch at the base of your throat, and Minho doesn't even have the energy to argue.

Minho finally takes his eyes off of you, scanning the area, looking at the mess he'd made at his friends dorm. The past month had been hell for him. He kept on beating himself up anytime he had a second alone with his thoughts. The only good thing he had done since he left your place was joining the school's dance team, hoping that doing something he enjoyed could take his mind off of you. He was wrong. Every time he showed up to practice, he remembered that you were the only reason he was doing this, not giving up on his dream. He was undereating and overworking himself to the bone, which was not the healthiest coping mechanism but the other option was to rot away in the couch.

He nods and makes a move to turn away, leaving the dorm again.

"Don't walk away Lee Minho!" He pauses his steps but doesn't turn around.

"You wanted me to leave."

"It's not that easy! I don't know what I want okay? I'm in shambles. I want you to leave, but I want you to come back right after. I want you to cry but it hurts to see you in pain. I trust you but I hate you. Worst of all I love you, but I don't even know what's real anymore." You throw your arms up in desperation, not even realizing that Jisung and Chris had left the area long ago. "I just want to know what's real."

Minho finally turns to look at you with an expression that can best be read as indignation. Or was it desperation?

"You want to know what's real? The real thing is that I want to know every part of you, every scar, every bruise, I want to trace the map of you! All of you and every thing about you. My fingers a compass, and your freckles the constellations that I will chart in my heart. That way, when I close my eyes I'll have you in my stars forever, because guess what? You're already in everything else! You're in the sun, in the air, and in my reflection. I'm drowning in the memory of you and the worst part is that I can't even see you!" Minho walks towards you but you stay frozen in place.

"It's never been the way you looked, it was always the way you were. You were like me, both broken and angry. It wasn't until I saw you behind the walls and I was able to see you bare. I would have fallen in love with you with my eyes closed, but I never could because we never allowed each other the chance. You told me that you didn't want to be the shell of who you are, so why can't you let yourself be happy?" He's face to face with you know, a mere couple of feet apart. He was no longer loud, but more so calm. His plea turning into a confession.

"From the moment I saw you making a fool of yourself in that park, I knew that you were worth the broken heart. Finish breaking my heart, and you'll find yourself inside. I'm sorry, but I'll never find the right words for you. You are my everything, always, and even that is not enough."

"Minho stop." Somewhere in the middle of his speech, your eyes decided to betray you and tears were now freely streaming down your face.

"I'm glad I found you, the real you, because before you, I never knew what to wish for. Want me to be honest?" He laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm terrified of letting you in. I'm scared to see myself more clearly through your eyes, wondering if I'm good enough. I already lost you, but the truth is that not having you scares me more than all the other truths of love. So please, look at me in the eyes and tell me that I'm not being real right now."

He's mere inches away from you, searching for an answer on your face.

So many thoughts but no clear answer runs through your mind, you're just overwhelmed by his confession, the situation, his mere presence, is not letting you think clearly whatsoever. So you break eye contact and make a bee line for the door. While holding the door knob, you stop and say your last words.

"Sorry Minnie."

Minnie.

The one term of endearment that Minho allows to give him hope.

-

Of course on the first day of class you'd be running late. You hated being late and the stress of studying is weighing heavy on your shoulders. How could the morning be any worse?

Luck is a funny thing though. Just when you think things couldn't get worse, they always do.

You bump into someone that simply continues walking, making you drop all of your notecards and papers on the floor. You immediately bend down to begin collecting everything, but there is so much going on around you. People playing around, others trying to find a seat, and more reuniting with their friends after the summer. So much people, so many noises, this is why you're never late to anything. The stress begins to build even more, to the point where your hands begin to shake, needing to move faster in order for you to find your own seat.

His hand comes out of nowhere. Body shoving away the people that were stepping on your stuff, rushing to pick everything up to help you. He hands everything he collected in a neat pile and you cautiously take it. He then turns to the nearest desk on his left, grabbing two coffees and handing you one.

"Hey, I'm Lee Minho. Looks like we're in the same class. Wanna sit together?"

Starting from where you left off was messy, but maybe starting from the beginning wouldn't be so bad. It will take time, but it might be worth it. If everything was real, it will definitely be worth it and more.

"I'm Y/N. I'm down, but I have to warn you, I can be a bit mean at times."

He laughs and hovers a hand on your lower back to guide you to the two empty seats next to each other.

"I wouldn't change that for the world." He gives you a small smile that could also be a smirk. He had the audacity to be cocky?

Despite that, you can't help the little ray of sunshine that warms you from the inside.

“I hope you mean that Lee Minho.”

“I always mean what I say.”

-

A/N: okay, i am not in love with the ending but honestly if it was up to me, i would've ended it on the last chapter. I'm trying something new w happy endings. Thank you so much for reading!!

TAGLIST: @stanstraykidsskz @weareapackofstrays @linos-kitten @cassidymb121

[midnight-in-town]

Orphanage of livestock

Alrighty, buckle up guys, time for another very cringy theory. :D Big thanks to my friend @dorkshadows for all our discussions about the current arc; this arc is really making us wrack our brain for ideas. xD

To start, here's a reminder as to where we stand vis à vis bizarre dolls:

UT first used to edit those corpses' cinematic records with fake memories he made during the Campania arc, but it quickly changed during the Weston arc to "longing for the future"...

...which are "incomplete fragments that the dead crave about the future they were to have had". Since UT didn't explain anything new ever since, it's likely that the records are still being edited with this method in the current arc.

Then, with the blue sect arc, we were introduced to the use of blood transfusions as "fuel" for the bizarre dolls' longevity...

...and our!Ciel's side set out to crash these collect operations in order to weaken the Undertaker and real!Ciel's side.

Mey Rin's investigation confirmed the existence of one blood collect site...

and so did Bard's:

However, in Finny and Snake's investigation, while the orphanage did sort the children into 4 groups too, the elder siblings pointed out that...

...not only have they never any blood drawn from them, but the orphanage is rather forcing them to attend classes, in order to develop their "aptitude" based on the tests they took when they arrived. Most importantly, when Ginny fledged, the chief of staff said...

...that "the aptitude honed there will make contributions to the world" (as a child with Corgi aptitudes, Ginny's classes were about physical activities "like gymnastics or horse riding").

Investigating Ginny having fledged, that's when Finny, Snake and the elder siblings discovered yet another lab (very similar to the one in Sphere music hall) with evidence of blood collection, but also of organ collection.

So, since this arc with Finny and Snake heavily parallels the circus arc, I was wondering if the purpose of dissecting these poor kids was similar to what Kelvin and the doc did with the kids they abducted:

In other words, whoever is behind this operation (UT is involved, but he might not be the only Shinigami deserter behind this) are maybe killing the kids to collect blood but also many different organs, so that they can probably upgrade their latest bizarre dolls (both in body and record).

Under read more for additional explanations/speculations:

1) the orphanage collects the children's organs to physically upgrade BDs ?

Most likely by grafting new organs or body parts (taken from the orphanage kids who fledged) on bizarre dolls who need them.

For example, considering the Polaris = Joker theory: back in the circus arc, Joker said:

and then Seb cut his second hand. Yet, when Polaris attacked Agni (who was quite strong), Agni noticed that...

...his opponent was very quick and strong. So if Polaris is indeed Joker, then it's likely BD!Joker has new strong arms.

Additionally, crack thought, but we witnessed both Doll and real!Ciel suddenly collapsing, which we automatically linked to needing more blood to keep on functioning, but if they really got new organs from those kids, then maybe...

...the issue we witnessed isn't anemia, but some sort of graft versus host disease? Or both lmao. (I'm totally reaching here)

2) the orphanage also collects the children's organs to gain more sponsors ?

Additionally to the Bizarre Dolls, these organs could be used to gain more sponsors, similarly to Bravat who used to provide blood transfusions to parliamentarians who suffered from kidney failure:

Only rich folks would have enough money to buy organs if they needed it, so they'd make good sponsors for this super expensive BD project.

Of course, the risk of graft v. host disease would be very high as well but, since Othello said "they learnt more than they ought to have" upon visiting the Sphere music hall's lab (ch125), maybe they figured out about how to make a successful graft, on top of blood types ? (Or, most likely, the ones running this clown show just don't care about their sponsors dying once they've gotten the money ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ exactly like Bravat who killed the parliamentarians)

3) the orphanage collects the children's organs for experimentation

This would explain why Finny finds a lot of similarities between this orphanage and the German lab by which he was experimented on for enhanced strength.

Additionally, this would explain Snake's weird comment on "orphanages being terrible places", if he too was also experimented on as a child (which is how and why he understands snakes) :

Lastly, back to the Polaris = Joker idea, Agni mentioned that Polaris had "unimaginable strength". As we know, Agni was one of the strongest characters, so for him to qualify his opponent as "unimaginably strong", it is likely that Polaris has some kind of enhanced strength.

So do they research about enhancing human (or bizarre doll) strength or longevity? Or is it research on cinematic records? Your guess is as good as mine but, as already proved with the circus arc, no one will miss these orphans...

...making this "the best recycling scheme" one can think of. T_T

4) the orphanage assigning orphans to classes based on aptitude tests is used to upgrade BD's records or lack of soul:

The kids are sorted into 4 groups based on the aptitude test they took. Literally quoting the manga:

Mastiff kids learn reading, writing and skills needed to be senior servants managing large manors

Corgi kids specialize in physical activities

Collie kids learn all the skills to make a living as a domestic servant and martial arts

Pomeranian kids (kids who scored the highest on the tests) study latin, maths and games

These orphans are told they are saved and then to envision their future based on their aptitude and what they're forced to learn in their respective classes. This is probably done so that they will develop very specific "longing for the future" which, again, are "incomplete fragments that the dead crave about the future they were to have had".

So, once they fledged and are killed, their "longing for the future" are probably extracted and used one way or another. Since the records are already edited, the goal behind this might be to create some sort of a soul substitute, as hinted by Jane in the Heathfield investigation arc:

and it sure would explain why the chief of staff said the aptitudes can contribute to the world:

That's why something like a change in the afternoon tea menu of the pomeranian kids (from lemon drizzle cake to lemon tart) would actually matter, because taste is probably one of the parameters that can influence the "shape of a soul" or something.

There are 4 groups in the orphanage; in the previous investigations that mostly meant 4 blood types, but this time it might mostly mean 4 star lords:

Mastiff kids for used for Polaris, who defines himself as a butler (he's not real!Ciel's butler tho++) (Joker?)

obviously Pomeranian kids are used for Sirius (real!Ciel)

For Canopus and Vega, it's a bit trickier, but I propose Corgi kids for Vega/Layla, despite her probably being high born, because she worked as a nurse helping veterans with rehabilitation, which looked like this :

This leaves Collie kids for Canopus...

even if Canopus' true identity is really the least obvious one right now. FYI, some Japanese speaking fans have discussed that Canopus is the maid Jane and she indeed worked as a maid and knew how to fight, so it fits (I personally have another theory in mind for Jane, but Canopus!Jane definitely has some basis). If not Jane (or Doll, like some fans keep saying), Canopus can still appear during Seb & Ciel's investigation, so we'll just keep these details about Collie kids in mind.

I'm sure the truth behind Snake & Finny's investigation, as well as the next one with Ciel and Seb, will provide us with more hints about how the bizarre dolls and, more specifically, the star lords are becoming more and more perfect. So far this post is what I can guess with what we were given.

TL;DR in many possible ways, the ones behind this arc (besides UT, I mean) are preying on these poor kids and making use of every parts of them (blood, organs and maybe even their longing for the future).

That's why giving them mistletoe when they reach fledging day is so ironic...

...because they really suck every "nutrient" possible from these kids until they die.

Not gonna lie, it doesn't look good at all for Theo. He's headed straight for real!Ciel... ://

Kudos if you read all that, I hope it was as clear as possible! As always, thoughts in comments or reblogs are welcome! :D

[floralegia]

4, 19, 27, 29 for the writing ask game! 💜💖

EEEEE thank you!!

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

OH GREAT SO YOU'RE COMING FOR MY HEAD RIGHT FROM THE START

Well, I counted 29 for this post, but as I noted there that doesn't include the plot bunnies chilling in my ideas doc (aka The List™) or either of the two bingo cards I currently have out, which between them have I want to say 32 prompts? So, you know. :'''')

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

There's important stuff being said, probably, but the only thought Pete's brain is capable of processing right now is this one: Oh my God, he's such a fucking DILF.

Well, okay, that's not exactly true, because as soon as that thought slides through his psyche, it butts right up against the answering one that shouts Patrick! That fucking DILF is fucking PATRICK!, and then he gets sort of stuck in that loop for a little while, until at last the DILF thing overpowers the shrieking confusion of the fact that up until a couple of minutes ago, he'd only known Patrick Stump as a sort of sweaty, scowl-y, angel-voiced teenager, and the whole thing starts over again with the urge to drool dramatically over the glasses and the beard and the fucking build of him, Jesus fucking Christ.

Suffice to say, it's been a challenging few minutes.

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

There have been a couple of notable ones in recent memory, one that I won't name because I ended up posting it on a sock account and then this one. In both cases, I was essentially scared of being harassed over the content of the fics; the unnamed fic contains a couple of noncon scenes, and obviously the linked fic is Waycest, lol. Both have been received pretty well so far (touch wood), so, I mean, I'm definitely building up confidence, I think? I very strongly believe in the idea of writing whatever and who cares what people think, but also I am very small and very frightened lol. It's a whole thing.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Random fic idea, under the cut because it's a bit long: P2 RHPS AU feat. Bandom At Large!

Due to watching the video of Patrick's performance of "I Can Make You A Man" for the 2020 RHPS charity livestream--which, oh my God, by the way--I was struck by the idea of a Rocky Horror AU. To be clear, I don't mean an AU based on the movie the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I mean an AU about the boys putting on the Rocky Horror Picture show. So really, I suppose, it's a college community theater AU of some kind, but it's focused around RHPS. Not that I've been involved in a production myself, other than at CTY, I suppose, but having done community theater generally and attended RHPS productions, I think I can make a fair attempt.

So, anyway. Pete is running the thing--whole thing is his idea, he's the director, etc. I feel like this is likely not the first year, and in fact Pete likely inherited the production from an upperclassman. But they had a lot of people graduate last year, and they're having trouble backfilling those roles, so in addition to directing he's reprising his role as Rocky. They're advertising hard for musicians, too, because Pete--being a go big or go home kind of guy--ALSO wants to perform with a live band this year and do a proper Rocky Horror Show production, rather than perform in front of the film as they've typically done. That's how Patrick gets involved: he shows up to inquire about playing in the pit, because he's always trying to pick up odd musical jobs here and there to pay for school, and in true Fall Out Boy fashion he ends up singing a little bit and Pete's like, wait, no, holy fuck, sing this, throws the book at him, Patrick sings a bit of one of Frank's lines, and that's all she wrote. They've been having a particular amount of trouble casting Frank, and Pete decides Patrick is perfect for the role, which kind of baffles everyone else, especially Patrick, but Pete's like... distractingly pretty, so against his own better judgement Patrick agrees.

Beyond that, I'm not sure what the actual, like, plot would be. I think Patrick has a passing familiarity with RHPS but definitely not intimate knowledge, so partially he has to get up to speed. Partially, too, he has to overcome his stage fright and particularly his aversion to appearing on stage in front of a bunch of strangers while wearing sexy outfits and doing a lot of slutty slutty things, so there's that, but idk if that's a "plot" per se. There's also the implication/background of the production being sort of scrappy, but I don't know that that's a "plot" either, really. Hmmm.

Well, in the meantime, other notes that I had in my head include Gabe Saporta as Brad because I think that's really funny given his everything; Joe and Andy are definitely involved, I think with Joe playing Meatloaf and Andy drumming, or maybe Andy's Meatloaf and Joe is Riff Raff???? General DCD2/bandom cast... Uhhh, Ray should definitely be in the band/pit, Hayley Williams and Gerard are Magenta and Columbia (not sure which is which--I like Gerard as a sexy maid, so maybe he's Magenta???), and then that leaves, what, the criminologist??? Oh, and Janet, obviously. Maybe Greta from the Hush Sound is Janet? Or Vicky-T, that would make a lot of sense. Frank is either in the pit or he's the stage manager or something. Or crew. He kind of has insane stage crew energy. Mikey is... there. Possibly pit as well. Possibly just hanging around and the joke is everyone's always like, Mikey what the fuck are you doing here???? and he just shrugs and the answer is that he tends to get dragged into things Gerard's involved in and this is no different, but really he's just hanging around.

[mind-me-n0t]

2024: Yearkuza in review

As the year comes to a close, I would like to reflect upon what has mattered a lot to me these past 366 days. The one thing that has occupied my brain space more than anything is the Yakuza/Like A Dragon game franchise by Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio. My experience with the series started at the same time both this year and also a long time ago. Allow me to reminisce a little here.

My journey with the Yakuza franchise started a decade ago when I first tuned in to Two Best Friends Play: Yakuza 4. At the time I mainly listened to their videos, tabbed out while playing something else myself or using it as comfort noise to fall asleep to. That, alongside the game's dialog all being in Japanese and Yakuza 4's plot being... what it is, meant I didn't really understand what was happening nor did I really care.

Fast forward a couple of years and the guys did a playthrough of Yakuza 0. It's basically the same story here, expect a few more things stuck, what with Zero being a better game in all aspects. But to me, Yakuza was still that weird crime stuff Pat cared too much about.

Even more years passed and then came the Great Dissolution the channel breakup. I did try to keep up with the guys' individual endeavours but there are only so many hours in a day. However, one day Pat would start his let's play of Yakuza: Like A Dragon. And… Ichiban Fucking Kasuga! Why, I fell in love immediately, with both the character and his English voice actor! After having watched Pat play the whole game, I would go on to buy the game and play it for myself. I was absolutely smitten by the crime man with the heart of gold.

I still didn't feel the urge to go back though 0-6. The brawler combat seemed unappealing to me and the language barrier was still too big. The 7th game having English voice acting really was the tipping point for me. After all, the Japanese audio was the reason so little from the previous let's plays had stuck in my memory. I have watched my fair share of anime, Japanese is nothing new to me, but it still felt so intimidating. So I didn't even think twice about skipping them. Yakuza 7 was after all the new entry point to the series so that was good enough for me.

Enter the 8th mainline game, Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth. Hurray, more Ichiban and his friends! Well, mostly Ichiban and his friends. Well, rather a 50/50 split. The game had such a focus on Kiryu, I constantly felt left behind. Especially all the Life Link stuff you do, looking back at Kiryu's life. And some very dramatic moments towards the end didn't hit has hard as I could intuit they should. I obviously lacked the context for why all this would be so emotional.

So back to Mr. Boivin I go. I rewatched the old channel's Yakuza 0 let's play with a renewed attention span after which I watched Yakuza Kiwami on PatStaresAt's channel. But then the bastard stopped? Fuck! I had expected to experience all the games through Pat, but he didn't stream Kiwami 2 or 3 or 5? That's way to many gaps for me to be comfortable with it. So I guess... I guess I'll have to play the rest myself then. I get a hold on Kiwami 2 and start a new game on easy. While in the middle of the game, the ever frequent Yakuza series sale popped up on Steam. 0 through to 6 all at a solid discount.

And that's where everything changed.

I'm suddenly tearing through these games, devouring them one after another. My Steam achievements tell me that I played all of 3, 4 and 5 in just 19 days. I'm in a state of mania. After having played the games out of order to fill in the gaps, I go back and play them again, now in order. I finally get comfortable with the brawler gameplay and switch to normal difficulty, hard for the NG+ runs.

Sadly my journey through the games would not be a pure, unspoiled one: First of all, my entry into the series was let's plays and those were out-of-order to boot. Secondly, I have watched a fair share of meme videos and best moment compilations along the way, and clicked on a fair few spoiler tags where my eyes outpaced my brain.

But regardless of all that, I'm still having such a good time. I go on Reddit and find the godforsaken hellhole that is r/yakuzagames and now the brainrot truly metastasises. And when I run out Yakuza to play, Steam is ready to throw a Judgement Bundle sale in my face. So now I get to enjoy the law boys alongside the crime boys.

Conclusion: In the year of our lord 2024, I have played all Like A Dragon games available for purchase on the personal computer (with exceptions being Ishin and RGG: Online). I did play Yakuza 7 closer to its release and just did NG+ this year, but all the other games I experienced with my own hands for the first time during the last 11 months. It's been such a ride.

I don't know what I'm trying to say, or if I'm even trying to say anything at all. I just love my gay little crime boys so much.

Thank you, RGG Studio. Thank you, kyodais. And thank you, Pat.

[maxdreavus]

Dropping in out of nowhere here to ask YOU! yes you dear blogger, about your ocs. Please tell me about em :3

OH BOY I have so many uhhh. I'll just give a quick rundown + lore posts for the OCs who have one, since you didn’t ask anything specific :D May or may not put this in my pinned as a general OC masterlist too while I'm at it

Pokemon -> Max - Lore post + Visual reference - 25-30 years old, lives in Galar. She works as a gym trainer, first at the Dark gym and then in Circhester's Ice gym. She prefers Ghost types above all else but she's pretty well-rounded! She’s sweet and timid but also a little gremlin and I love her dearly

TLoZ -> Ethie - Lore post - Something about soulmates through time or whatever with Link (platonic or romantic, depending on the timeline). Descendent of Malon, although I might change her canon so that she just was Malon lol. She's also Beedle's sister! Most of the lore I've established is of BotW/TotK times, where she's a traveling blacksmith with a home-base in Hateno.

Spiderverse -> Apple Spider - Lore post + Visual Reference - A little shit who accidentally ruined her canon and destroyed her earth. Now she lives permanently in Nueva York/in the Spider Society building. She's a master in the art of being annoying but lovable, and takes on kinda the wine aunt/bestie cousin role for a bunch of the younger Spiders.

Sun Haven -> Autumn - Visual reference - Half-moth amari (amari are anthros, basically), and half-elf! She's gentle and kind. Loves just hanging out with her animals and helping people around each city, rather than actually doing much farming. Winds up making permanent residence in Nel'Vari, a hidden elven village west of Sun Haven.

Sun Haven -> Marlowe

- Visual reference - An aquatic amari of the shark variety! Kind of a piece of shit unless you’re important to them. They’re messy and loud and blunt but they’d literally do anything for those they care about (in the end, though, the person they care for most is themself). Moved to Sun Haven to be closer to water and become a monster hunter and adventurer. They were previously a tattoo artist in The Big City

Baldur's Gate 3 -> Lilith - Visual reference - A resistance Durge! Was besties with Orin and on the verge of marriage with Gortash before being lobotomized and tadpoled. Now she just wants to right her wrongs, or whatever -- she's absolutely horrified by her Urge.

Baldur's Gate 3 -> Aether - Another Durge! Same past as Lilith, except during the events of the game, she begins sorta morally grey and evolves into a frickin monster. She's one of those "I'll hurt everyone except the people I love types," and genuinely wanted to rule Baldur's Gate alongside Gortash. After The Brain(tm) offed him though she kinda just went apeshit and embraced Bhaal.

Pikmin 4 -> Ed - Visual reference - I don't have much lore for her lol.. she mostly does night expeditions because she prefers to be nocturnal and likes hanging out with the glow pikmin. She's super sweet but bad at expressing her feelings, so nobody really knows it unless they give her a chance to open up! Her affection can come off as aggression but she just doesn’t really know how to portray herself

FFXV -> Mari Vitrum

- “One of the guys,” but not in an annoying pick-me kind of way and more so the constantly-being-a-little-shit kind of way. She was a close friend of Gladio’s from childhood, which is how she met Noctis and eventually became part of his crew. She’s not a fan of Ignis (except for his cooking) so they kinda just tolerate each other lol, she and Noct bicker like siblings, and she’s besties with Gladio and Prompto. She prefers to fight with daggers, taking more of an assassin approach and fights SUPER recklessly. Will easily have to use several phoenix downs during tougher battles, partially bc she gets dagger-happy and partially because if anyone’s gonna die, she’d rather it be her than her friends.

Stardew Valley -> Elise

- A lot like Sebastian in that she’s spent most of her life staying indoors nerding out, looks almost sickly pale, and wears black hoodies a lot. She only moved to Pelican Town to escape Joja and Zuzu’s high rent, really. She’s more focused on having a ton of animals (mostly to hang out with) and only keeps a few small patches of crops. Has her nose pierced and 3 ear piercings on her right side, but only 1 ear piercing on her left, in short because she got lazy. She has a vampire bite tattoo on the left side of her neck and constantly gets roasted for it (she goes along with it like a champ), as well as a sloppy self-made stick and poke tattoo over some self harm scars that says “I lived, bitch.” Still unsure of where I’m gonna plop that down on her

Fields of Mistria -> Kimi and December

-> a link to their intro post <-

[lumbar-puncture-to-the-skull]

The UCP vs. Juvenile Agency: A Tumblr Essay/Vent Thing

I hate my government.

Provincial government, that is. I can't say I'm head over heels in love with whatever Trudeau is doing either, but the point is, this is about my province's government; the government of Alberta. I'm aware of the extreme locality of this post, as I'm referring to a government that represents only 4 million people and I doubt every single one of them uses Tumblr, but I can assure you what I'll be discussing here goes beyond the scope of my province. At least, that's what I predict.

You can probably guess the United Conservative Party's game based on their name. Liberals bad, fossil fuel subsidies good. But there's more to their story than that. The UCP, under the leadership of the current premier Danielle Smith, really, really don't want to look like the bad guys. Smith even describes herself as a "caring conservative"; she's publicly pro-choice and supports same-sex marriage. But as friendly and kind as she so desperately wants to present herself and her party as, the cracks begin to show with her treatment of trans people. Cracks that, unfortunately, have let her feelings slip into Alberta's legislation.

I've already discussed at length Smith's anti-trans policies on my YouTube channel. The link is here if you wanna watch it, although in retrospect I think it could've been a better made video. Here, though, I'd like to discuss a concerning pattern I've notice in Smith's discriminatory legislation, and one that I feel has been a part of the conservative landscape for decades.

Danielle Smith really likes to talk about the safety of children. That is, supposedly, what all of this anti-trans legislation is about; protecting kids. But Smith's idea of child protection is, in my opinion, misguided. To her, protecting children means giving the parents the final say. Wanna get any kind of gender-affirming care? Get the parents' green light. Wanna change your name or pronouns in the school system? Ask your parents. Wanna make literally any personal choice concerning your identity as far as the government is concerned? Better make sure mom and pop are down. And this isn't just children children, either; I'd say by the time you're 15 you're pretty well prepared to make your own choices, but not according to the UCP, who are now signing into law that any student 15 or younger must gain parental consent to change their fucking pronouns.

But Smith and her party will look at all of this and say, "no". No, this is just how it works, they'll say. This is how you protect kids; you get the grown-ups to make the big choices. It's always worked this way; think about how many regressive laws, how many restrictions and bans, book bans and media regulations, how many shackles have been placed on so many ankles, in the name of protecting the children. Who, really, is being protected?

It's not about safety. It's about control.

Kids, including teens and young adults, have ideas. A lot of ideas. Some of those ideas are actually pretty good. But some people might not call it that; they might call it "misbehaving". And we can't have that, can we?

It's not until you exit youthfulness and enter the adult world, after your brain stops developing, after you finally accept to take the world as its given, that your right to carve your own path is finally relinquished. Only than can you watch "offensive" movies, read books with "indecent" material, and most importantly, find out who you really are. But what if it's too late for that?... Well, that's kind of the point, isn't it?

Youths have the most potential to change the world, so, if you want the world to stay exactly the same, exactly the way you like it, you make sure they shut up and fall in line. Why give them the right to choose when they could use that right to create a world you don't think is right? Where people are the way they want to be, rather than the way you want them to be?

Here's the tl;dr for people just scrolling to the end; In my opinion, Danielle Smith's UCP party wants to control the lives of the youth. They should just zip it, listen to their parents, and do as their told, and if their parents say no, that's the end of it, feelings be damned. It's a story told countless times throughout modern political history, and it's one that, horrifyingly, is finally beginning to take away the rights children have to decide who they are as people.

I'm 16. I'm going into my last year of high school late this August. I have just barely dodged this apocalyptic scaling back of children's rights in Alberta. I can't help but feel scared for the kids just a few years younger than me entering a world that wants to shape them according to its vision, by whatever means necessary. It's a thought that keeps me up at night.

To the UCP, I ask of you to explain yourself and your motivations for creating such a controlling environment for the future of your province to live in. It's not a question I expect a response for, but a question I ask nonetheless.

And to you, the person who has, hopefully, read all the way through, or at the very least from the tl;dr, thank you. I'm not sure how you're doing wherever you are in the world, but I'm living in a province that seems dead set on keeping me, my friends, and everyone in my age range down. I wish I could tell you exactly what to do to help, give a link to a donation page or organize a rally, but I can't. Hell, chances are you're dealing with your own regional stuff that you could write a whole essay about too. I just ask you take a look at what I've written here, maybe look into some of the UCP's other doings and Danielle Smith herself, and understand what I've said here today. And hey, the repost button is there for a reason, if you wanna spread the word.

It's hard to live in this world. I'm hoping beyond hoping that, with this essay, I can make it just a little easier.

Take care everyone.

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

ok guys i'm trying to put the playlist songs in order, here's the tentative order + reasons, lmk what you think!!

(major major spoilers for webtoon readers about the rounds that Tesilid went through before reuniting with Ailette)

(playlist link)

The concept I'm taking w this playlist is for it to mostly follow Tesilid's chronological POV, not Ailette/the reader's.

1. It's You: Pre-regression Tesilid, about Ailette. (tbh i think it also works near the end once the '17th' loop starts, but it lowkey feels a little too cheerful for Tesilid's POV at that point in time?)

I also kind of feel like there needs to be at least one song before It's You, for Tesilid before he first meets Ailette. But it needs to have super specific vibes??? Like, less depressing compared to the later ones, and more petulant and complain-y. The "why am I the only one with these duties..." and being too shy to accept food kind of vibes, the Tesilid doesn't have depression yet kind of vibes. but idk rn I can only think of angsty songs bc [spoiler] grabbed my whole brain.

2. Tell Me: idk i'm putting this song here just according to the vibes. It doesn't feel depressing enough to be late-regression Tesilid.

3. Theatre: Round 85-99 Tesilid (when he manages to save the world) or maybe even slightly before. He wishes he can just be himself and pleads with god, he just wants to stop acting his role. But he hasn't completely given up hope. He is still waiting for 'that someone out there' to hear his voice. The song feels like a cry of help and an expression of what he desperately wants, rather than a requiem or mourning of his old self and dreams. (tbh this can also work for current timeline Tesilid? for when he starts to see hope or a path forward again. This song is a little Too Tesilid it feels like it can fit most points of his very long life)

4. Show Me What I'm Looking For: Round 99 Tesilid, when he visits the Bible of Truth. "Ailette, I'm here... but where are you?" "Show me what i'm looking for" and he gets the truth of the world and. hahaha. he acts accordingly.

5. I am the Strongest: Reed. I used the instrumental instead of the lyric cover in the playlist bc i... don't really like the vocals and i can't find a cover of that cover... sorry. the lyrics really slap and fit perfectly though, 100% recommend going through it too.

Songs 3-5 (Theatre - I am the strongest) need to go in this specific order for maximum impact. It's the expression of what he actually wants > please just throw me a rope, i'll pay any cost, save me from being confused; show me a path and i'll follow it > ok i was shown one (1) path, time to destroy the world so i can no longer be hurt

6. Lower One's Eyes: i'm trusting vnikat on this being reed x Ailette for reasons that are spoilers to me as well. Chronogically it goes here because Ailette exists.

7. Flos: Current timeline Tesilid. Melancholic and tired and defeated and reminiscing about his old hopes and dreams and wondering if he can still have them. (I considered putting it at the front, pre-Theatre, but idk i feel like that pre-85 Tesilid wouldn't be this downtrodden and defeated because he was still diligently working towards what he thought was salvation)

8. 1/6 -out of gravity-: Ailette re-entering the scene and being super ready to do everything she can to relieve Tesilid's pain and burden by even just a little. I think this song really matches the tone of the first 2 seasons of the webtoon.

9. Endless Struggle: Tesilid feeling like he's sinned and that he doesn't deserve kindness, but he's doing his best to repent and become stronger

I think 1/6 out of gravity and Endless Struggle need to go as a pair. It's the juxtaposition of cute anime girl trying to cheer you up followed immediately by the emotional fallout of [spoiler]. I think the tonal change really replicates what we readers feel hahahahaha 🤗🥲

The rest of the songs are, i think, mostly just wishful thinking about what we hope/think the rest of the series might have. The tonal shifts here are more abrupt because they're kind of disjointed guesses.

10. I want to become your god: Not too sure about its inclusion. Saviour complex things. But the lyrics sound a little too hopeless & powerless to fit either Ailette or Tesilid's vibes at the current point of the webnovel translation. Ailette is powerful enough that she has a reasonable chance of saving the world and Tesilid. On the other hand, Tesilid kind of doesn't really care about saving anyone at this point, and I feel like even back when he did, it wasn't really out of a desperate need for self-validation like in this song. But I think this song definitely goes after 1/6 -> Endless Struggle! For maximum devastation.

11. Jiwa yang bersedih: Us coping and hoping that Tesilid will get to hear these words and internalise them lol. Putting this after I want to become your god, because I think even if Ailette can't completely undo all the pain that Tesilid has gone through, she can still soothe his pain in a way that few others can give him. and also eventually solve the whole godless world problem.

12. To Be Me: I'm just coping with the inclusion of this song. I just hope that Tesilid reaches a point where he starts to forgive himself and starts to live because even if it hurts, he genuinely believes that there's light at the end of the tunnel and that he can finally breathe and live as himself and discover himself so long as he keeps actively choosing to live. Anyway the lyrics for this song are beautiful and I think you guys should also listen to it even as a not-Tesilid song. Lines like "going forward, going forward, going forward but going back again" read completely different and hit really hard when it's about someone with a normal mortal lifespan and not a regressor doing introspection lol.

tldr; Feels like there's a missing song for pre-regression Tesilid's frustrations

i'll probably create another post for the final order to be put on my pinned post, and which is spoiler free so that any webtoon reader that comes across my blog or playlist can read it too

[mariabtsos]

One That I Want ||m.yg|| Chapter 4: Hopelessly Devoted

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1k+

"Wait, so, meanwhile back at the ranch," Kim brought Lottie back from her daydreaming. "You brought your cookies all the way to the beach and he didn't lay a hand on you?!" She was shocked.

"He was a gentleman!" Lottie defended the way Yoongi had treated her to such a high standard, she wasn't going to let him be called a creep.

"He sounds like a creep, a drag!" Kim went back to eating her food.

"He sure sounds better than the deadbeats from around here," Miyeon looks back with disgust at the table full of boys behind her.

"Hey four-eyes!" A random guy yelled in their direction, clearly targeting Miyeon's new glasses.

"Stuff it, dirt bag!" She yelled back, quickly regaining her composure.

Nayeon rolled her eyes and linked her arm with Lottie's, "I think it's romantic! Did it really have to end?" She asked with a pout, Lottie's summer fling sounded like something out of a radio novella, a true knight in shining armor.

Lottie sighed, the memories were so sweet, her summer felt like the most wonderful dream; she thought about what could've been if they had continued the relationship, especially if she had actually gone back to the U.S. Continuing their little fling may have been good at first, but then she thought of the ending, being that far away, letters can get lost, or he could find someone else. That thought alone had her feeling down in the dumps, she wanted to only have good memories attached to what she thought was the best summer of her short life.

"It just wouldn't have worked out, so many things could happen and I'd rather just leave with the happy memories, you know?" Lottie explained briefly, Nayeon nodded, the other girls looked at her with a bit of sadness, they could all tell how much this guy meant to her.

Meanwhile, Yoongi's friends were asking him all kinds of questions about his summer. Yoongi couldn't bring himself to tell them the truth, that he was head over heels for the chick he met at the beach. So, he exaggerated, he made it seem like they had done a lot more than what had actually happened, telling them they had gone all the way in all kinds of places, when the reality is, Yoongi had all but gone soft for this girl. Lying was not something he wanted to do, but he had a reputation to protect.

"So, does she have a friend you can introduce me to hyung?" Hobi asked him, taking him out of his thoughts, the cat eyed boy rolled his eyes and chuckled humorlessly.

"If you used half of your brain as much as your dick Lee would leave you alone, you know?" He admitted, making Hobi punch him in the arm.

"So, you just told her that you'd still be friends? Have you even written to her since she left?" Jin asked him, giggling whilst leaning his head on his fist.

"No, I haven't hyung, you know how it is! I'm not going to get stuck on one broad," Yoongi dismissed the older, getting up to go to the edge of the bleachers to light up a cigarette.

"I don't know, you talked about her for a good while, and I've never heard of the Min Yoongi necking it with just one chick," Jin explained.

"I mean, I guess I do wonder how she's doing, what she's doing right now," he admitted, his voice was very soft, if Jin hadn't been directly talking to him he wouldn't have heard it.

The oldest let it go after that, the group engaged in a different conversation and they teased each other like they usually did, but what Jin said left Yoongi thinking, his heartbeat spiked just thinking back to the summer, and in a way, he couldn't wait for next one, hopefully she'd be there, that's what they had discussed anyway.

After lunch, the girls were walking to their next class. Still discussing Lottie's escapades and her mystery beach boy.

"So, what's this guy's name anyway? You talk a great deal about him so you must know his name!" Jiyoon asked her as they walked.

"Yoongi, his name is Min Yoongi," saying his name made her get the zorros all over again.

The girls on the other hand gasped, Miyeon and Jiyoon immediately giggling, only to be shushed by Kim.

"Well, I think that's a wonderful name!" She said in a sweet tone, but Lottie didn't pick up on the slight sarcasm in her voice. "And did you ever get around to asking this, Min Yoongi where he went to school?" She asked.

"He goes to some fancy boarding school, he's an honor's student!" Lottie answered with a smile, proud of him even from far away.

"Well, ring-a-ding-ding! I think he sounds peachy keen, and who knows!" The leader walked to her, pulling her sunglasses up to rest on her head, "if you believe in one of those fairy tales, Prince Charming may show up again soon, maybe even somewhere where you least expect it!" Kim assured her with a tight smile, "let's go girls," she pulled her shades back down to cover her eyes, Miyeon and Jiyoon followed their leader, and Nayeon stayed behind with Lottie.

"Do you really think that's true, Nayeonie?" She asked her friend with hope in her eyes.

Nayeon knowing what she knew hated that look, Yoongi had the reputation of being a player, on top being the leader of the T-Birds, and the last thing she wanted was for Lottie to be heart broken. "Sure," she giggled nervously, "we should head to class Lottie, come on," she linked their arms together as they walked to their next class.

Kim's words had been such an encouragement to Lottie. She spent the next few hours of class daydreaming about her guy, the dreamboat that had swooped her off her feet. She thought of how wonderful it would be if they reunited once more, how wonderful it would be to be in his arms again, to have him serenade her, and to talk about all the books he had to read. Gosh, if it wasn't because she had to pay attention she would be doing anything but writing notes.

How she would love to just see him, even if just for a moment.

[ripleym]

SPECTACULAR

Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Woman (1/2)

Master Post: Link

AO3: Link

Summary:

A week after her performance at Max Dillon's club, Gwen ends up meeting with a bizarre villian she's never met before, though their interaction ends up being rather anti climactic while she's in a hurry to meet up with her bandmates back at the school.

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As you could see, the life of a Superhero wasn't the most glamorous thing in the world, but for the first time in a while… something didn't go wrong. The Mary Jane’s played three full songs down at Max Dillon’s club, and sure - it wasn't anything fantastic but it was progress. The whole thing was more of an excuse to hang out- well that's how it stared. After what happened to Peter, Gwen and Mary Jane started to play together, just to sorta… think about something else? They've been friends for years, Glory and Betty came in later but Em Jay and her were the original pair. Guess that makes her the co-creator, huh? She certainly didn't act like it with how often she missed their deadlines… oh please, they usually spent their time in the music room goofing around for an hour or two and maybe playing a song or two. Though it has been a week now since their performance- maybe that'd get the group to start taking all of this more seriously… now, yet that would have to come later. This was supposed to be her day off too- though in the city that never sleeps, guess that goes for crime too, huh? Gwen, or rather Spider-Woman had found herself in the middle of a construction site, squatting down on a column set up by the workers. Buckets of cement and unfinished bricks laid out across a square of land deep in the heart of Manhattan, she stared down at a man, one who had scared off the whole crew, destroying anything in his way, just a rampage through the city… that must sound pretty intimidating, right? Maybe it's The Lizard! I hear you wondering, or- oh! Maybe Doctor Octopus, right? Well unfortunately for all of us it wasn't anybody like that, and Gwen’s confusion spoke for itself.

“Uhh-... I- I don't even know what to say about this one, dude.”

Her Lenses squinted in on this figure before her. He stood at over eight feet tall, but bear with me here-... He was more brick than body, no arms whatsoever as his face screamed out in a texture of hardened clay, with a body the shape of a rectangle. This was The Wall, and he was desperate to fight Spider-Woman… she was having such a good day, too.

“So brick brain, this how you get your kicks?” Spider-Woman laughed, arms crossed as she let her body fall forward, landing effortlessly on her feet with this mammoth of a man in front of her. “Alright…”

“Huh- OH!” Seemed like he was a smidge surprised to see her. “Uh- yeah! You're damn right I do!” The Wall shouted back, his voice deep and distorted. “The wall-crawling freak! I was starting to wonder when you would show!” His foot slammed into the ground, echoing out the lot as he struggled to keep this full wall of a body upright.

“Ah yeah, I had class- my bad.” If it wasn't obvious enough by the more than filled backpack barely staying attached with two stretches of fabric over her arms, filled with notebooks, her phone- plus those clothes she has to throw off everytime some new bad guy shows up.

“Well you listen here, this is one wall you'll never climb!” It seemed like this guy was just ignoring every word to come out of Gwen’s mouth. “Just try it! Try and lay a finger on me!”

Spider-Woman was just… baffled, and honestly wouldn't you be too? Sure, she's dealt with some weirdos but this was just bizarre. “How do I always meet the strangest men…” She whispered to herself, before readying a fist. “Alright man, you asked for it…” Was this guy just waiting on her to do something? It was impossible to tell what his intent was here- why'd he even want to fight her?! What- was she the reason he was… bitten by a radioactive wall, what the fuck- right? No matter the reason, with all the time in the world, Gwen held the fabric around her fist tight, balled up into a fist- all before bludgeoning her own hand against The Wall’s… skin? No matter what it was it hurt like hell, and it barely chipped him.

“FUCK- OW!” Spider-Woman screamed, shaking the wrist that she punched the man with- that was real brick! Why the hell did-... It's fine, it's whatever! “Agh-! That... Smarts.” With an annoyed look through the mask, she stared down the wall, still with any number of broken finger bones- ow…

“HAH!” The Wall yelled. “I told you so! Now- you'll experience the unending rage of the Wall…!” Gwen grimaced, her hands on her hips as it looked like he was about to just-... Fall on her, what- she pushed both palms against The Wall, keeping him upright.

“Wh- why? Why though?”

“What do you… mean?”

“I don't know what happened to you, but I didn't cause it so like- what's the… what's the deal, seriously.” She sounded a tad exasperated, but in reality, it was all just confusion.

“W-Well- I couldn't exactly keep living normally like this!” He yelled back.

“So?! Those two things aren't mutually exclusive! You don't HAVE to-... Alright, look- can we not just take a minute and talk about this?!”

“Why would I ever talk with you?!”

“BECAUSE THIS IS INSANE!” Gwen’s eyes were bulging out of her mask, hands out at either side of her body in an attempt to give some scope to The Wall about how moronic this all really felt.

“I-... Mgh...”

And so

They found a bench.

One that could handle the weight of an eight-foot-tall brick man. The Spider-Woman and The Wall sat side by side on a bench just near the construction site in a park, and yes- people stared, by God did people stare. The hero in white tilted her head to The Wall. It was actually a pretty nice day, even with her hand a tad mangled.

“...People are looking.” The Wall whispered.

“Ah- pshhh, don't mind them. Look- they're staring cuz of me, not you.” Oh, what's a white lie in the grand scheme of things.“Anyway, why are you… scaring off people and- trying to destroy buildings, what's the deal.” This wasn't Gwen trying to stall for time or anything, I mean why would she- this is The Wall. Even if she couldn't punch it, it's not like taking him down would take a particular amount of effort.

“I guess, I- I’m angry.” He sighed. Gwen would be too if she was a wall-...

Pffft,

Gwen snickered, against her better judgment.

“Hey!” His ‘face’ contorted in anger, leaning closer on Gwen while this steel bench they found themselves on creaked under the weight. “Don't laugh!” He shouted

“I’m not!” Her eyes, or- lenses were wide open, with both hands up as a sign of surrender, until he eventually backed off. “How did it actually happen though, like, did you fall in a vat of electric bricks, giant welder, big bucket of clay-”

“Stop.”

“Nono, c’mon, one more–” She insisted.

“I was crushed under a bunch of bricks.” He admitted, under his breath with an embarrassed tone.

Spider-Woman was more just in shock. “That CAN'T be true- no way-” She snickered. “You did NOT!” She insisted… she really wasn't trying to be insensitive but how is that even possible…? “No FUCKING way!” He just, fell under a bunch of bricks and became… The Wall! Speaking of which- “Look… all that aside, do you have a name? Like an actual name- I don't wanna keep having to call you ‘The Wall.’”

He sighed, leaning back on the bench with yet another creek. “Yeah, uh- Joshua.”

“Joshua! Hey, isn't that so much more humanising than The-goddamn-Wall!” She pat his back while speaking, or-... Where a back would be. “I guess I sorta see where you're coming from- I mean what do you even do in a situation like that?” She laughed a little again, but gave Joshua’s side a small slap, despite him being unable to feel it. “That's not an excuse to go on a tantrum around the city though, man!” She sighed again, leaning back with him, both arms casually sat behind the bench. “I don't think you're a bad dude or anything Joshua, you just… seem like you had a psycho episode or something. After turning into a wall-” She cleared her throat. “But hey man, maybe things aren't-... So bad? You're pretty sturdy, right.”

Joshua chuckled. “And a Wall.”

“Well, let's try and stay on the positives, yeah?” Spider-Woman gave a friendly wink through those massive white lenses. “I know it isn't… even remotely the same thing, but I wasn't always like this either.” That seemed to get his attention, turning as far as he could to face the bug-eyed hero. “Yeah, uh- freak accident actually. We had this school trip to Oscorp– I… knew a guy who was, close with the guy in charge there-” Gwen coughed, continuing on. “Turns out - they're making these genetically modified spiders. One got out, bit me- riiight here.” She raised up her hand, pointing to a spot near the bottom of her thumb. “Rest is history.”

“I… always figured you were a mutant.” Joshua chuckled again. “At least you got lucky with yours- I don't have any arms.”

“Maybe you can become famous. Or like… maybe they could crash monster trucks into you on TV, I dunno.” Josh laughed again. It seemed like he was at least getting a little better, he was just scared shitless it seemed. As the two were talking a beep could be heard from pretty close by… oh! Her backpack. Spider-Woman was quick to stick her hand in, feeling some denim, an old shirt, notebooks, pens- aha! Her phone. It wasn't anything overly impressive and there were any number of cracks along the screen, it kinda came with the territory. With a click of the taped-on power button, the screen barely lit up to reveal a text message from Betty, huh? Not the worst one it could've been. The text read as follows:

B.B:

‘where r u???’

“Ahhh! Right- rightright-” Gwen muttered, gaining Joshua’s attention in the process.

‘5 mins away xoxo’

She frantically typed through the fabric of her suit

“Everything good?” Even looking like he did, Josh still went through the effort to act kind, that… surprised Gwen.

“Yeah- yeah man, just… my friends, I was supposed to be at practice like twenty minutes ago.” Standing on her own two feet, and picking up her luggage- she turned back to this new friend of hers. The Wall. He was just… sorta down to earth actually.

“Ah, sorry to keep you.”

“Oh- no man, it's not your fault.” Gwen reassured.

“Yeah, it is.” Yeahh, it was.

“Well hey Josh, I know I wasn't- that helpful but if you want some real help take this advice. Head down to the station and ask for Captain Stacy.”

“But I–”

“Yeah- yeahyeah, I know. Just don't bother with any of the others, this city’s police department stinks… but that's why you gotta head to Stacy.” God. What was she doing? “I can't say that he can get your arms back or anything but he won't be freaked out by you. It'll be for the better, I like to think.”

“Mh… you sure?” It made her mad that she was so sure. “Seems risky.”

“Listen, just don't commit any more crimes, and-... Don't mention my name once you get in there, we have never met. For all intents and purposes you do not know Spider-Woman!... Kay?” She was expressive with her hand movements, backing away in the direction of the school.

Joshua sighed. “...Alright. If you're sure.”

“Yesss! See Josh, not everything is terrible– seriously, don't commit any crimes, I am SO busy!” Gwen clapped both hands together before turning her back completely, getting a running start across the park before pushing down on her palm with a pair of homemade webshooters bringing her up and off of the ground as within seconds she was airborne, zipping from one skyscraper to another as she swung in the direction of Midtown High School.

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, June 25, 2025.

When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? I haven't seen any of my cousins since I was a child.

What kind of lip balm do you use? I think the brand is Blistex.

Are you frustrated with anything? I am, but it's not something I want to get into here.

Why did you fall for the last person romantically? It's not something I can easily pinpoint or put into words.

What’s your younger sibling’s name? I'm not going to share their name.

Can you speak in a different language conversationally; if so, which language? I cannot. I can only speak a very tiny amount of Swedish, Japanese, and German, nowhere near conversationally.

Do you ever fear of falling asleep? I fear taking naps because I often wake up feeling yucky, and I have felt afraid of falling asleep in the past, but it's not a common occurrence.

Do you have an idea of what kind of profession you’d like to have? Working at the animal shelter as a kennel tech in cattery, and perhaps one day, if my health and capabilities allow for it, become cattery lead.

What’s the last thing you had to eat? A bowl of oatmeal.

Which beach would you say is your favorite? I've only been to a few beaches, so I don't feel like I really have the experience to say.

When’s your birthday? March 14th.

What kind of cookie is your favorite? White chocolate macadamia nut, peanut butter, chocolate chip, etc. I just love cookies in general. Same with chocolate and coffee, I'm really not picky. As long as it's a decent enough cookie, I will probably enjoy it.

What is it that you really want right now? Sighhh. Sometimes I wish I was an orange cat. A silly little guy with one brain cell.

Do you write? This is pretty much the only form of writing I do.

Is there a map hanging in your room? No.

Have you ever gone to see a movie past 9:00 PM? I have.

Do you ever pick up your house phone? I don't.

Would you rather hold hands or link arms with your significant other? Either one would be nice.

Have you ever had a churro? I have.

Are you smiling? I'm not. My expression is blank.

What is irritating you now? Since this has basically been asked twice, I'll go with something different than the subject I was avoiding above. It's irritation stemming from guilt because I don't feel the way I think I "should" when it comes to my relationship with my mom, but I guess you can't always force yourself to feel a certain way.

When did you last eat pizza? I think the last time was in February? My mom and I went for lunch at Angelo's Pizza Parlor.

Are you tired? I'm not feeling unusually tired. Just my typical morning grogginess.

What is your favorite thing in your room? My two kitties. <3

Pepsi or Coke? Coke, although I don't really have a strong preference. I'm also not much of a soda drinker in the first place.

Did you ever throw up while kissing someone? I haven't.

Do you like Batman? I'm indifferent. I just don't have much interest in superheroes.

Who is in the room with you? Esther and Karenna. No other people.

What were you doing before this? I was eating breakfast while reading through some comments on a YouTube video. Then I washed my dishes, fed the cats, had a very brief conversation with my dad, and picked out this survey.

What is the closest item near you that is blue? Part of a bottle of lotion.

Whose house did you go to last night? I didn't go anywhere last night. I was at the animal shelter from around 7:10am-4:30pm, and then I was at home.

What do you wear more, jeans or sweatpants? Sweatpants.

What is the last movie you watched? Lol, I'm so tired of this question because it's been the same movie for months now, but my mom and I are going to see something today, so I will finally have a different answer.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #1

(I don't know if someone has already written this idea yet. If someone has tho please give me the info/link so I can read it. 👀

This might be the only prompt I do, because my brain likes to keep my creativity behind bars a majority of the time. That and anxiety. I've never done a post like this before. Also, most of my knowledge is from DP not DC. Please forgive me if I get something wrong.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Lair of Mystery

The House of Mystery is Danny's lair or vacation lair(1) and ever since he outlived his friends and family(2), he's been coming to the House of Mystery whenever he needs a break from his kingly duties. Since it's the Infinite Realms, the HoM exists in every universe, but due to it not always being in the form of a literal house and difficult for outsiders to enter, it's never found. At least until now.

One day when he goes to the lair after (insert amount of time) he finds that the Justice League Dark have set up in his home. Initially, the JLD attack him but Danny puts a stop to that fast. It's his house, he can control anything inside it which includes anyone he deems an intruder. An interrogation more or less takes place, both parties are confused by the others presence, both sides get answers and are shocked by them. Danny because the JLD are a subdivision of a superhero agency that specializes in magic/the occult and the JLD because they've literally been using the house of a very powerful monarch without even knowing it.

Danny isn't angry the JLD are inside his house once he gets over the surprise. In fact, he's rather happy to have company of the non-ghost variety and is curious about their world full of superheroes and aliens. He comes to a decision. He will let the JLD continue to use his house as a base of operations if they are willing to agree to a few terms.

1. No one is to touch or use any artifacts they may find inside the HoM without his explicit permission. Some things are too dangerous for human hands to hold.

2. They seek him out of there is anything of the dead/occult variety threatening their world that they are unable to handle by themselves. (The JLD are shocked to learn of the King's past as a young hero as his explanation for this term. He misses those times and helping the JLD will also be another way to fulfill his obsession besides him being King.)

3. They spend time with him. Being the ruler of an infinitely expanding dimension gets pretty overwhelming and lonely at times. Even he needs a break. On top of missing his hero days, he misses the simpler times of being just a regular guy.

The JLD easily agree to his terms. From then on, they peacefully coexist in the HoM for many years to come. Danny is happier than he's been in a long time and so are the JLD because he's a wonderful host and has actually helped them with a few of their personal issues. Danny, having seen straight through his Captain Marvel form, gave Billy a fully furnished bedroom fit for a growing teenager and hidden from the others in the house. Danny and Billy hang out and play video games whenever they need to unwind with someone their age(3) with no secrets between them.

Danny helps Constantine with his soul contracts, seeing how they are fraying his soul and aging him prematurely. They have an easy camaraderie and sometimes share a bottle of whiskey together(4). Etc.

All is good.

Until some world ending threat of the dead/occult variety really does happen and the JLD call for Danny's help. He goes to them in full regalia with chainmail, breastplate with his hero symbol emblazoned on it, billowing, fur-collared purple cape with the cosmos displayed on the interior, a black crown incased in ice above his head with a sword of ghost ice in the hand that wears the newly dubbed Ring of (Peace?)(5). He doesn't even have to do anything. His presence alone is enough to intimidate the world ending threat into complete submission and is easily sent back into the Infinite Realms to face judgement for attacking the Living Realm.

This is how he's introduced to the rest of the Justice League. It's your choice on how they react and what happens beyond this point if you decide to take it further.

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This is entirely up for grabs and I wanna read whatever's written.

Notes:

(1) Your choice if it's his original lair or a vacation one depending on if you count Pariah's old castle as Danny's lair or not.

(2) Your choice if any of his friends or family members turn into ghosts.

(3) Danny is able to change the age of his form to an extent, an ability he inherited from his mentor, Clockwork. He uses it when he feels it would make it easier for other people to relate to him. He also has an eldritch form that he doesn't like to use in front of others unless he absolutely has to. You can leave any part of this detail out if you want to. I just thought it would be kinda cool and also a more subtle way of showing how powerful he is now.

(4) He is technically an adult (read several hundred years old) so he can partake if he wants to. Refer to note above this one.

(5) Should the function and name of the Ring of Rage change due to Danny being King or not? Your choice!

(*) Also, I read the House of Mystery is in a place called the Dreaming, a realm ruled by Morpheus the god of sleep and dreams. If this is truly the case, would it be plausible to say that Nocturne is just another one of Morpheus' forms? Would that mean the House of Mystery is in Nocturne's territory? If so, are Danny and Nocturne friends now? 👀

(*) the Dreaming is part of the Infinite Realms.