#non-linearity

[raffaellopalandri]

The neverending flow

As the year’s final day unfolds, it invites a moment of reflection. We all have a chance to ponder the journey we have traversed and the path we have ahead. Image taken from Internet My understanding is that life has a continuous nature, urging us to expand our awareness. In a world that makes many obsessed with defining moments as starts and finishes, the perspective of life as a seamless flow…

[cutter-kirby]

getting into both of these games at the same time is pretty funny

[imagine-too-many-books]

Imagine Annabeth and Percy have a kid early, unplanned and it kinda fucks with their finances so Percy drops out of school to get a job so he can care for the kid and support Annabeth in school. At first he gets a job teaching kids sword fighting but then he hears about underwater welding which pays well because it’s dangerous but Percy is a child of the sea so it’s much less so for him. His boss is even willing to give him flexible hours which means Annabeth doesn’t have to take their kid to class anymore and they can actually afford daycare (why does is it the price of a mortgage nowadays???). A huge financial burden is lifted and Percy doesn’t mind the work so it’s good all the way around.

Fast forward to when Annabeth is done her masters in architecture and lands a job at a top firm. They’ve got savings and have Annabeth’s income to rely on. Percy heads back to school and finishes a degree in marine biology, going on to research some really niche topics like how underwater welding impacts the environment and shifting from there until he’s a well known expert in the field.

Just them finding their way. Supporting each other and landing on their feet no matter what

[cactushugger]

phrases that will haunt me forever:

“cas, I need to say something.”

[shivroy]

kendalling in oil

[aventurineswife]

Time traveller reader, who can't seem to keep things linear. Always meeting out of order, sometimes knowing stuff that will happen and other times not knowing who they're with. (Kinda like River Song's backwards timeline from Doctor Who)

I'm sure everyone gets somewhat annoyed by it in some form...anyways, reader goes on to be all sappy saying something like "I'm glad you're a constant in my life" or something to that degree.

Semi-established relationships, with Boothill, Dr Ratio, Aventurine and who ever else might fit!

A Constant in My Chaos

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Time Traveler!Reader, Non-linear Relationships , Emotional Moments, Fluff with a Hint of Angst, Slow Burn (Implied), Character Introspection, Found Family Dynamics (Implied).

Warnings: Mild angst, Themes of time travel confusion (non-linear narrative), Reader feeling lost or unsure of timelines, Ambiguity in relationship progression due to non-linearity.

The bright lights of a bustling spaceport flickered in the distance, casting an eerie glow on the cold, metallic surface of the docking bay. Boothill adjusted the brim of his hat, his teeth glinting as he smirked. He was waiting, but for who, he wasn’t sure.

“Boothill!” your voice called from behind, breathless but full of excitement.

He turned, his eyes narrowing, the in his pupils reflecting the dim light. You looked different—again. Time had a funny way of twisting you into knots.

“Now, ain’t that a sight for sore eyes,” Boothill drawled, though his posture tensed. “What year is it this time? You know me, or am I just another stranger to ya?”

Your face fell slightly, and he hated how it tugged at something deep in his mechanical chest. “I know you. Of course I do,” you said, stepping closer. “I don’t know what year it is for you, though. For me...you’ve always been there, somehow.”

Boothill’s smirk faltered, replaced by a rare moment of vulnerability. “Always? That’s a mighty big claim for someone who keeps poppin’ in and out of my life like a ghost.”

You reached out, placing a hand on the red scarf around his neck. “I’m sorry if it’s frustrating. I never know when—or where—I’ll end up. But no matter where I go, or when I meet you...you’re a constant in my life, Boothill. And that means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

For a moment, the cyborg cowboy was silent. Then, he tipped his hat slightly, his teeth flashing in a lopsided grin. “Guess I ain’t all bad if you keep comin’ back, huh?”

The sprawling halls of the Intelligentsia Guild glittered with intricate designs and cascading lights. Ratio sat at his desk, wavy hair falling over his face as he scribbled notes furiously. He didn’t hear you enter until you dropped into a seat across from him.

“Back already?” he asked without looking up, his eyes briefly flickering toward you. “Or should I say, forward?”

“Depends,” you replied, leaning your elbows on the desk. “Do you know me yet?”

Ratio finally set his pen down, his skin glowing faintly under the lights. “Oh, I know you,” he said smoothly. “You’re the one who comes and goes like the wind, spouting riddles and truths you aren’t even sure of yourself. Of course, it’s maddening.”

You smiled faintly. “That’s fair. I must be frustrating.”

“Unbearably so,” Ratio said, but his voice lacked venom. “Yet somehow, you always manage to pique my interest. I’ve yet to determine why.”

You leaned back, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “Because you’re one of the few people who doesn’t treat me like a puzzle to be solved. You let me just...be.”

Ratio’s sharp gaze softened, his fingers steepling under his chin. “Interesting hypothesis,” he murmured. “But why bother coming back here, to me, when there’s an entire timeline out there waiting for you?”

“Because,” you said quietly, meeting his eyes, “no matter where I end up, you’re my constant, Ratio. My anchor in all this chaos.”

For once, Ratio didn’t have a clever retort. He simply nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The luxurious casino shimmered with gold, a symphony of laughter and the clatter of dice filling the air. Aventurine lounged at a card table, his eyes lazily scanning the room. When he saw you approaching, his ever-present smile widened.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little enigma,” he purred, gesturing for you to sit. “What brings you here this time? Or should I say, which version of you am I getting today?”

You slid into the chair across from him, your gaze flickering with uncertainty. “I think I’m late,” you admitted. “You already know me, don’t you?”

Aventurine chuckled, shuffling the deck in his hands with practiced ease. “Oh, darling, I know you better than most, but that’s not saying much, is it?” He dealt you a card. “How about you tell me what’s on your mind?”

You hesitated, fingers brushing against the edge of the card. “It’s...hard, sometimes. Not knowing when I’ll see you again. Or if you’ll even recognize me. But somehow, you always do.”

“Of course I do,” Aventurine said softly, his tone unusually sincere. “I never forget a gamble worth taking.”

You smiled, though your voice wavered. “You’re more than that to me. No matter where—or when—I end up, you’re a constant in my life, Aventurine. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

For a moment, Aventurine’s confident mask faltered, a flicker of genuine emotion crossing his face. Then, he grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Well, aren’t you sweet? But don’t worry, darling—I’ll always be here. After all, what’s life without a little chaos?”

[thewertsearch]

TA: then what? AA: then rest of our party AA: the survivors

As well as a veritable mountain of bodies. I wonder if any of the Ring's new ghosts will be meeting their own corpses?

TA: so then, we made it 0ut here alright. AA: yes AA: well AA: they made it AA: your body will arrive with them

Sounds like the next time Sollux awakens will also be the last.

Honestly, dying shouldn’t present too much of a problem for Sollux, specifically. It’s not as if he’ll cease to exist – he’ll simply return to the Bubbles for good, allowing him to reconnect with his ex as they organize the afterlife.

Plus, he can travel freely between the Bubbles, which is apparently a rare perk. His Doom aspect might even grant him other death-related privileges that we're not yet aware of.

TA: SHIT, it's s0 bright, how can y0u stand it here? AA: you can see the sun?

Why wouldn’t he be able to see it, though? Is it invisible to Aradia, or did she think it should be invisible to Sollux?

Do you need to be a God Tier to see it, or something? That might present a problem to the surviving trolls, since their entire plan hinges on their ability to see it exploding from a distance, and their last remaining God Tier just got skewered.

TA: yeah, i can see it. TA: but.. TA: it lo0ks 2d. TA: O_0

Wait, how and when did he lose an eye?

I guess that’s on-brand for him, at least – and, in fact, it might be the last ‘on-brand’ thing he ever does, since he’s planning on retiring the duality shtick.

Also...

Can I get a hell yeah?

[gunsatthaphan]

#attaboy.

[gnawing-suspicion]

that was one of the best-written episodes of TV I’ve ever seen

all hail Jac Schaeffer and her team and god damn mother fucking Patti LuPone

waiting another 7 days is MY personal trial

[tangledinink]

Swanatello's memory problems hurt me way more than they should Like wtf I read CAS and LFLS I thought I was more immune to this But no tears are streaming down my face at Swanatello not fully remembering his bros aUgh

I offer you-- the first time Swanatello was able to recognize one of his brothers. And, in the same vein, the first time that Swanatello realized that something was wrong.

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[windybluebelles]

Thinking too hard about Bruce and Dick as Batman and Robin. Thinking about how much they love and trust eachother, how they are eachothers best friends. The first Dynamic duo.

And how fucked up it became through bad writing.

[toastytrusty]

one of the things i love so much about hickey as a character is how Human he feels. how natural all of his shifting opinions are. he goes into the expedition with firmly held convictions about britain and the world, tries to convince himself through the expedition that those beliefs Aren't true, only to come out of it believing them even more strongly. he has his one-sided attachment to crozier, then has a one-sided fall out with crozier, then he wants his approval again, then he wants him gone again, and he's constantly bouncing around on how he feels about crozier and the navy and various other people he interacts with (cough gibson cough) all the time and it's present throughout every aspect of his character. it never feels like unsure storytelling or a flimsy character thesis or anything like that, though. it feels natural. it feels human. it feels like he's so lost in his own head about what he's here to do and what he wants from people and what he wants people to want from him that he forgets. he forgets who he is supposed to be and how he is supposed to feel. he has moments where genuine beliefs come through, genuine insecurities, genuine desires, because he isn't Good at putting up an act. and he Wants people to see through him. he's in constant turmoil with himself in a way that isn't overt or accentuated. there is no attention drawn to it. we're watching him figure things out as he goes; watching him half-come to conclusions, as he entertains an idea or possibility for some short period of time, before discarding it as he realizes it isn't what he believes. he doesn't feel overly erratic, or ideologically wishy washy, or like a particularly enthusiastic or skilled performer. he just comes off (to Me) as someone terribly unsure of the world and trying to figure it out in a way that makes sense to him

[scoldingdarjeeling]

Criticism is tolerated — so long as it doesn’t disrupt the perfectly curated consensus.

Since a Big Blogger™ offering writing wisdom decided to delete my comment, I’ll post it here instead — because honestly, that act speaks louder than any neatly worded advice.

Here’s what I wrote:

Funny how some people talk about 'newbies' with kindness while still keeping them outside the door — like they’re not ready to be heard until they’ve paid some imaginary dues. I’ve read ‘new’ writers who sound like thunder, and 'veterans' who echo like empty rooms. No — I don’t think you can tell who’s experienced and who’s not just from a fic. And maybe you shouldn’t try.

—I’m the big bad wolf.

[tethered-heartstrings]

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

[megaultrasuperhypergodkiller]

I find it incredibly interesting how the fan response to Mouthwashing perfectly exemplifies the ideas and themes the game itself is trying to get across.

Seeing people completely ignore Anya and any of her struggles and pain that goes past surface level and instead focus on Curly and Jimmy really shows how effective the narrative was. How people can go throughout the whole game and miss arguably the entire point of the story and instead leave the game more worried about shipping the two male protagonists instead of the woman in the center of it all.