#not what i envisioned in my head but alas

[crashquez]

// so i leap from the gallows and i levitate down your street, crash the party like a record scratch as i scream //

[itsillchangethislater]

Unless the perfectionist demons win…these are the last FULL illustrations! Ideally, I had wanted to a shot of possessed Vanessa and also one of y/n and she in her hospital room, but my dudes. I am tired 🤣. The Vanessa one might still get done…it taunts me….

The one with Eclipse gave me the most trouble out of any picture I think…the emotions in that moment, when they can both FINALLY. REST. Glitchtrap defeated, secrets laid bare, both tired and worn and bleeding but finally able to see each other truly as they are with nothing more between them…Well I might’ve teared up at this scene. Trying to capture those feelings was HARD! It’s one of my favorite moments in the whole story(I think I say that a lot) but I REALLY mean it this time! It’s the moment that comes to my head the most when I think of the fic! It means a lot to me and makes me so very happy. This one went through several different drafts but I think I finally managed to get it the way I’d envisioned.

the last shot is soft and small! The boys and y/n, walking off into another adventure, wherever their cryptid sightings shall take them!

I DID want to do some more dramatic scenes, like the hotel room and the Big Fight! But alas my good people….i am a weenie and intimidated myself out of it lol, but honestly? I’m pretty happy with what I’ve got!

Now I’ve got a few more spot drawings to upload, my inside cover art(which needs to get finished still….)and then I thought maybe I’d post all my rejected drafts into a big doodle dump if anyone wants to see a bunch of half finished Suns and wonky anatomy?

cryptid sightings by @naffeclipse

Eclipse design by @themeeplord

[kinkandkreep]

Celebratory Blue Lock Boi Yandere Interpretations: Ryusei Shidou, Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi

A/N:...Hey hey y'all...🙂 Ok, so I fuckin' lied I am so sorry. 😭 These was sposed to be for my birthday yestaday but the day got so busy and I was tied den a mug, so posting these did not happen. 🙃 But! Alas, I am here now, and I have for you all my introductory yandere interpretations for 5 of the Blue Lock boyos!

Keep in mind, I am still getting caught up on the anime so if anything reads off, I apologize. I'll very likely either come back and adjust these as I become more familiar with their personalities or just post a whole new set for each boy.

Anyway, enjoy!

Ryusei Shidou: 

Let me just say right off the bat that I get the strong notion that Ryusei is gonna swiftly become my favorite character the more exposed I am to him (like I already love his design and that weird sexual edge his character possesses 😏)

That aside, as a Yandere, I envision that he maintains that same intense energy he has about football, it just manifests a little differently

You make his heart “explode,” in a similar fashion to his precious football- either that, or you possess an “explosive” quality within yourself that draws him in

I saw someone say that outside of a few specific circumstances, Ryu is a pretty chill dude, which I think is 100% true

And I believe this can even apply to you, in the Yandere sense as well

Ryusei can be intense, and a little monopolizing 

He's also somewhat possessive 

But for the most part, as long as he knows you're his and you continue to make him “explode,” Ryusei isn't the worst Yan to have

Now, in my research, I have seen some interpretations of him where he’s much more sadistic than I personally envision him to be, which of course is fine, but just know that my Ryusei can’t really be bothered to act sadistically unless you try to fight him

Exactly why you’d try to do that is beyond me, but if you did happen to want to start a physical altercation with Ryu, he may be inclined to be a little rough with you, just to show a bit of what he’s capable of and also keep you in check

Yoichi Isagi:

I just look at Yoichi and a single phrase comes to mind- “he’s a sweetheart unless provoked”

You, provoke him

You make this nagging little voice in the back of his head make the Spongebob “wee-woo” sound at like max volume every time you’re in each other’s vicinity

Yandere Yoichi adores you

He’s like a little pup around you, always wanting attention and affirmation and reassurance that he’s the best, and the he’s going to be the best, and that throughout it all you’ll never leave him

But! He can also be kind of intense and maybe a bit of an asshole

Like just look at him and tell me you don’t get that vibe

I’m new to the game as it relates to Blue Lock but from what I’ve gleaned, Yoichi has a sort of metaphorical switch that turns on and off depending on the circumstance

Things get heavy when he’s on the field, and that’s when his “Ego” comes out

It makes him more cocky and confident, from what I understand, and I’d say the same thing applies where it concerns you

For the most part, Yandere Yoichi is just your average puppy with a thigh fetish

But let the “Ego” come out, and now he’s more domineering, controlling and patronizing

Try not to trigger that part of him though, and Yoichi is actually a pretty ok Yandere to have

Meguru Bachira:

Meg’s a weirdo but one of the lovable variety

He’s a very eccentric character, as I’m sure anyone who’s familiar with Blue Lock will know

He talks about the “monster” that inhabits his psyche and manifests itself when he plays soccer

I don’t particularly subscribe to the idea that this “monster” influences his actions on a normal, day to day basis (though that could be the case and I just missed it in my research) but I can definitely see how one would think it does

I will say that years of simple…cohabitation (?) with the monster has definitely left an indelible mark on Meguru’s mind

Yandere Meguru especially 

To Yandere Meguru Bachira, you are perhaps the most important thing in his life

Being bullied for so long and so relentlessly probably wasn’t the best for his mental and emotional wellbeing, as you can imagine, so Meguru has been in desperate need of someone to come along and show him genuine love and support

He’s found that in you, and that’s part of the reason his Yandere personality/tendencies make an appearance when he’s with you

He’s definitely clingy and wants all your attention all the time, and he’s also not very knowledgeable on what it means to give someone their personal space

He doesn’t give you much autonomy either, really preferring to do things for you when given the chance

He can get a little intense, but he’d never hurt you 

Physically, at least

And if by some off chance he were to hurt you otherwise, it would never be on purpose

All that said, I do kind of think that Bachira would be one of the slightly more uncomfortable Yans to have, simply on account of his neediness 

Reo Mikage: 

FIrst off, let me just say, eat the rich 😤

Chile when I was doin’ my research and saw dis dude’s frankly ridiculous net worth I was appalled 

But if he smart enough to know what to do with the money and assets then I guess it’s whateva 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyway, that aside, let’s focus back up 😂

I could potentially see Reo being one of the more strict Yan’s to have 

He just has so much to protect, and that includes you

He’s also probably very used to getting the things he wants and having things go his way that he can’t imagine you not reciprocating his feelings, or at the very least seeing the benefit in choosing him over everyone else

And as we’ve seen (me only partially really, I’m still makin’ my way through the show 🙃) he already has some form of an attachment issue as it relates to Nagi, or alternatively, the things he’s invested time and energy in and on

Which, as you can imagine, would include you, should he decide to pursue you

As a Yandere, Reo is admittedly controlling and a bit smothering

But he’s just like that ‘cus he wants to ensure that nothing will separate you two!

It’s innocent really, honest!

And given Reo’s reputation, it would be rather difficult to convince others that he’s, well, kinda crazy if you were so inclined

But other than that, as long as you remain loyal, Reo’s a pretty fair Yandere

Rin Itoshi:

Whoo boy, this one’s a tough nut to crack

I honestly think Rin is more tsun than yan but I could definitely see where the Yandere aspect of him could potentially rear its head

I’m not 100% up on my knowledge of what the hell his deal is with his brother, but from what I’ve gathered, there’s this mostly one-sided rivalry (on Rin’s part) towards Sae (his brother, for the uninformed) because he (Sae) refuses to acknowledge Rin in soccer and he abandoned their shared soccer dream from when they were little

That all being the case, I really like the concept that Rin is a Yandere for you because A.) something about you warms something cold and dead inside him and B.) you recognize him as talented and capable outside of his brother’s influence, and he (Rin) desperately clings to that affirmation 

Rin is undoubtedly possessive, wanting nothing more than to hide you away where only he can access you or, alternatively, make it known to everyone, in whatever way, that you belong to him

Rin is also somewhat domineering and controlling, as he still doesn’t want anything to tarnish his reputation

I think as a Yandere he’s a little more open to PDA (not by much at all, but just a little) 

I also think that, as a Yandere, Rin can be fairly intense without realizing it

Like during games and whatnot, he ups the ante ‘cus he knows you���re watching and he wants to impress you, keep your attention, and have earned your praise when he’s done

That could also apply to him normally sorta, but I think the behavior is more prominent in Yandere mode

All-in-all, Yandere Rin isn’t the most terrible, he’s mostly just…needy, in his own special way

[teabutmakeitazure]

"Chrollo, i know this sound unreasonable, but.... can we please have a cat?..."

The man in question pauses, shirt not even halfway buttoned as he slowly turns. It feels like an eternity has passed by the time his back faces the mirror and his eyes land on you. His scrutinising gaze quickly turns into a questioning one when he raises a brow, the expression being the most emotional one you’ve seen in a while.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to resort to this. Your hesitance and nervousness is evident in the way your weight shifts from one foot to the other and how your hands fidget behind your back. Chrollo’s eyes briefly go over the nervous ticks you display before he smiles, a teasing reply on the tip of his tongue.

“Why? Do I not give you sufficient attention?”

The sight of his chest from his unbuttoned shirt would have made you more uncomfortable if you hadn’t been mentally going over possible responses from ever since you woke up. Your brain is frankly fried and you just wanted to get over with the request before his surprisingly good mood turned into a sour one.

“A cat would be cuter,” you counter. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it. It’s common to have a pet. So why not?”

“I haven’t said no yet. I’m simply asking why.”

Ah yes. There it is. ‘All I am asking is why do you want another living being under the same roof when you have me? And yes, my authority is absolute, so there is still room for negotiation while I have not declined your request. Make use of this time wisely.’ You can practically hear it, even see the smug smile he sports in his mind. Honestly, if you could, you would’ve brought home a stray cat and forced Chrollo to let you keep it.

Alas, fate is cruel and you must go down the path of convincing this fiend. But it wouldn’t hurt to turn his game onto him, would it?

“And I,” you scoff, “am asking you why not? What’s wrong with having a cat?”

The bastard’s smile widens. “You said it yourself. It sounds unreasonable. I’m simply asking you why you want one. There are reasons why people covet things. Surely you have a reason as well.”

“Look,” you step towards him, stopping just two steps away and inside his personal space. It’s an action he loves, so you might as well make good use of it. “Cats are the perfect pets. They’re small, quiet and fluffy. I’m sure my mental health will thank you if you let me have one.”

He crosses his arms, still not convinced. “Your mental health is perfectly fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you better than anyone else alive.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Let me have a personal feline.”

“Convince me and I’ll let you.”

“Pets are statistically proven to increase bonding between household members.”

“I believe we’re already quite nicely bonded.”

“Last night, you were complaining about how I always supposedly keep you at arm’s length.”

“I don’t see how a cat would fix that.”

Honestly, you’re starting to regret requesting anything of him in the first place. Chrollo’s latest reply is met with silence on your part and a frown you threw in just for good measure. The man sighs, shakes his head and takes one step closer to you.

You simultaneously take one step back, maintaining the distance. Luckily, he doesn’t frown at you like he did last night.

“You’re asking for something that will have a considerable price to pay,” he states. “Are you sure you’re willing to spend so much on such a triviality?”

You know he’s messing with you, and you won’t back down. “Please? I promise to not let it get in the way even while travelling. I’ll take care of it properly and-”

“You have until tonight. Play your cards right and I might consider it.” There it is, the smug look you envisioned on his face earlier. “Besides, you should know that it might disappear overnight if you end up… misbehaving.”

Perhaps there’s still hope and the cat will scratch him on a daily basis.

[myreia]

Sketches of Times Lost

Day Two: Horizon

alisaie blue screens of death after tesleen kisses her. alisaie x tesleen, shadowbringers spoilers. written for ffxivwrites2024. rating: general. 2298 words. due to my wol's extended timeline, alisaie is a little older than her canonical age here. ao3 link

“Oh, Twelve damn it.”

The curse—and several others—slip easily from Alisaie’s mouth. It has been less than a quarter of a bell since she started her climb and already her body is aching. Her palms are scuffed by grit and a dull throb pulses in her ankle. No doubt she has twisted it—an embarrassment, to be sure. With her luck she might just lose her grip and fall off the stupid hill before she even reaches the summit. Alphinaud will never forgive her.

But she has already begun and there is no turning back now. Gritting her teeth, she closes her mind to the pain and continues her slow ascent. It’s not comfortable work. The wind is ferocious from this direction, chafing her cheeks raw and blowing sand into her eyes. Every breath she takes fills her lungs with dust, coating her tongue and mouth. Sweat drips down her spine, sticking her clothes to her back. Worst of all, the Light beats down upon her with its unnatural, unrelenting glare. She has had her fair share of Thanalan sun and Ala Mhigan haze, but this? Nothing compares to this.  

At least her hair is out of her face. It hangs limply down her back in its customary tail, the knot at the end already crusted with dust. It will need a good comb when she’s done here. Funny that she thought only this morning how nice it would be to let it down the way Tesleen wears hers. Pretty, but practical. Alisaie has always been practical. She hasn’t given much thought to pretty before.

“Oh, seven hells—”

She bites back a gasp even as she slips and an avalanche of pebbles slides out from beneath her feet. She clings to the side of the rocks, cursing her choices, her father’s disapproving voice in her ear, and hoists herself up one more ledge. And another. And another. Panting and with sweat plastered to her brow, she finally reaches her destination.

The curved rock that encloses the Inn at Journey’s End has no business having visitors on its summit. But she did—and the view is well worth the effort.

Humming quietly to herself, Alisaie sits precariously on a ledge and dangles her feet off the edge. Ahm Araeng stretches out before and behind her, its amber sands undulating in the scarlet haze. A great wave of white and grey obscures the horizon, the remnants of the Flood of Light towering higher than any peak. What must it have been like a hundred years ago, to see such a wave come surging across the desert, consuming all in its wake? When she was in Hingashi, she heard more than one terrifying tale of tsunamis roaring through the archipelago. She envisions it to have been somewhat like that, even though the tsunami in her mind itself is imagined.

She sighs, still breathless from her climb, and reaches for her water flask. With a quick twist, she releases the cap and tilts her head back, letting the cool water flow over her lips. The Flood of Light… Who knew so much harm could come from Light itself? Then again, just like water, a good thing in excess can be as dangerous as having it in scarcity. As with most things in life, balance is the key.

This world is out of balance. Stagnant. Corrupted. Stifled. Though its people have learned to move on, the earth itself is scarred and scorched and cannot heal. If only there was some enemy towards whom she could point her blade, then the heavens could turn and everything would be all right…

If only it were so easy.

“I would ask what you are doing all the way up here, but if truth be told, I’m a little afraid of the answer.”

Alisaie blinks, choking on her water as she is jolted out of her reverie. Coughing, she twists around to find Tesleen standing several fulms behind her, bright-eyed and smiling, her profile illuminated by the sky. “I…” She coughs against and lowers the flask. “I came up here to get some fresh air and to see the sights. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Of course not.” Tesleen smooths down her grey frock and joins her on the ledge. Somehow, she is free of dust and sand. “Do you think there is something wrong with that?”

She lets out a long sigh. “No, I suppose not.”

“You know, if you wanted to come up here, all you had to do was ask. The summit is easily reached by amaro or skyslipper.”

She hadn’t thought of that. “I know. But a challenge is good for me.”

Tesleen laughs, the graceful little trill cutting through the wind. She threads her fingers through her hair, winding and unwinding the long blonde strands, and looks out to the Flood of Light. “It’s worse from up here, isn’t it?” she says quietly. “From below, it’s so big it becomes part of the scenery. But from above, it’s…”

“It’s everything. Everywhere.”

“Aye.” She lets go of her hair, the strands now twisted into a little wavy curl pressing softly against her cheek. “There has been news from the Crystarium. Would you like to hear?”

Alisaie’s throat is raw. Stalling for time, she ducks her head and takes another sip of water.

If the news is from the Crystarium, then the news must be from the Exarch. And if the news is from the Exarch, then either something has happened to Alphinaud or one of the others or… or he has finally succeeded in his mission to bring Aureia to this world.

Her stomach drops, a flush of shame creeping across her cheeks. If it is true that he has succeeded, then she should be happy that a reunion is imminent. And yet the thought only fills her with dread. When last she saw Aureia, they were barely on speaking terms, their friendship hanging by a thread. Was it her fault, or Aureia’s? They had been so close, closer than friends, more like sisters, depending on each other and trusting one another unconditionally throughout their adventures in Othard and Ala Mhigo. And yet Aureia lied. She lied to all of them. She masked her origins for so long she could not live without the lie, even among those she loved.

The Warrior of Light, a former Garlean operative… It was not a truth easily acknowledged. It left the Alliance scrambling to save face, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn searching for answers. Urianger and Y’shtola seemed shaken. Lyse was furious. Alphinaud was absent and thus had no response. And Thancred, of course, accepted it without batting an eye and refused to do anything but stand by her side. But as for Alisaie…  

She felt something more than fury. Hatred? Disappointment? Betrayal? She doesn’t know. She said many things she wished she hadn’t that day. And in the year she has had to reflect on it, she is certain that she would have continued hating her friend—her best friend—had the Exarch not interfered and thrown them all into chaos by stealing Thancred away. She is not proud of it. She is not proud of the way the sting still lingers.

But it was only a matter of time before Aureia found her way here. Even if the Exarch stole the souls of the whole Alliance and every Scion to ever live to make it happen, she will be here, one way or another.

“Alisaie…?” Tesleen nudges her gently with her elbow. “There is no need to speak of this now, if you would rather not.”

Alisaie stuffs the flask away. “No, no. Please. Tell me.”

He dangling foot brushes Tesleen’s.

“The Crystal Exarch is sending someone to us. A new visitor, one he called a friend. She will be arriving anon, once she settles some matter in Kholusia.”

Settling matters… Kholusia… Alphinaud!

Alisaie smiles. So, it is Aureia, it has to be. She must have been informed of the whereabouts of Alphinaud and the others, and decided on who to seek out. Urianger is inaccessible on a good day thanks to Il Mheg’s peculiarities, Y’shtola vanished into the swamp and gods know where she is now, and Thancred is… about. And not easily tracked. Which leaves Alphinaud and herself. If she were Aureia, she would seek out Alphinaud first. Ensure he isn’t getting up to trouble before coming to see her.

She grins and makes a mental note to ask about him. Her twin is well—she would know if he wasn’t—but she won’t waste the opportunity.

“Oho! Is that a smile I see?” Tesleen asks, leaning in. She smells of the duskblooms she places in vases for her patients, and the stew she prepares at midday.     

Alisaie catches her eye and quickly rearranges her expression. “Of course not,” she says. “I never smile. I’m the image of indifference.”

“Ah. So that’s your stoic face.”

She grimaces. “It is not.”

“It is.”

She blows out a puff of air and crosses her arms over her chest. “By the Twelve, you don’t have to put it like that.”

Tesleen’s foot bumps hers again and they sit in silence, watching the sands sparkle in the Light. Thankfully the sky is clear and there have been no sin eater sightings of late. For a moment, it’s easy to pretend that this is an ordinary day, under an ordinary sun, just the two of them enjoying themselves and their time together. If they had brought a picnic, it would almost be perfect.

Almost.

“You say such strange things sometimes, Alisaie,” Tesleen says quietly. She has shifted closer in the passing minutes, her shoulder brushing against hers as she threads her fingers together in her lap.

“Like what?”

“The gods you swear by… I have never heard of them.”

Alisaie pauses. “How do you know they are gods?”

Tesleen shoots her a look. “I think anything that follows ‘by the’ may as well be a god, no?”

Alisaie scrunches her face and sticks out her leg, pointing her foot. “By my great shiny shoe, I don’t believe it!”

Tesleen’s lips twitch. “By the ant under this rock!’

“By the stone formation five fulms that way!”

“By the angry armadillos—”

“Ugh,” Alisaie says, wrinkling her nose. “I hate those things.”

Tesleen raises an eyebrow. “Armadillos?”

“Yes. Nasty, horrible creatures.”

“What has an armadillo ever done to you?”

“Nothing! Yet. I… simply do not like them.”

Tesleen pauses. Hesitantly, she raises a hand and brushes a lock of hair off Alisaie’s forehead. “Has anyone told you that you’re a peculiar girl?” she asks.

“Not recently. Or in memory. But I’m certain someone would say as much if you asked the right person. My brother Alphinaud is the un-peculiar one of the family. Me? I’m not so sure, but I—”

Tesleen presses a kiss to her lips.

Short and sweet, barely a hint of pressure, and yet somehow her stomach is in knots and her heart is fluttering. Heat flushes her cheeks and her head spins, as if she has shot up into the Light-corrupted air and is soaring through the sky. She wants to be anywhere but here, and nowhere but here. What will the others say? What will Alphinaud think of her wasting time on herself like this when she should be helping others?

She knows what he would say. He would be insufferably happy for her. She shouldn’t try so hard and take time for herself, find a hobby. Like he does. He’s an artist, for Twelve’s sake. Art is his hobby. Just as hers can, apparently, be kissing Tesleen—

Gods, her mind has stopped completely, hasn’t it?

Tesleen draws away. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “If I… if I was too forward, I do apologize. You are my dearest friend, and I would hate for a misunderstanding on my part to come between us—”

Alisaie blinks. “No!” she shouts. “Oh—ah—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I meant… Please don’t apologize. Don’t apologize…” She sucks her lower lip and catches Tesleen’s eye. Her hair glistens in the Light, fanning around her shoulders like strands of gold. Carefully, tentatively, she reaches out and presses a hand to her cheek. “What I mean to say is that I would hear no apologies from you. Not for something like that.”

Tesleen’s brown eyes widen. “Then…?” She lets out a long, shaky breath. “I admit, I have been thinking of you as… well, not just my dearest friend, but a little more than my dearest friend. Is that all right?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know. Fear, perhaps, of losing something before it began. We all deserve happiness wherever we can find it, with whatever time we have left.”

Alisaie trembles, the sensation strange to her. Though her mind is still dazed and trying to make sense of the turn this conversation has taken, something about it feels right. Regardless of how little sense the world sometimes makes, she has always trusted her gut. Her instincts have rarely led her astray.

And so, despite the corrupted Light above, despite the Flood frozen on the horizon beyond, she twines her fingers with Tesleen’s and kisses her again. “We are going to have all the time in the world,” she says fiercely, her heart hammering joyfully in her chest. “I promise you that.”

She has made many promises before. Promises to her grandfather, to her parents, to her brother, to her friends. To the Scions, to the Alliance. She has sworn on them, staked her life on them, risked everything to keep them.

Of all the promises she has made, she has never been more certain in one than this one.

[kaixserzz]

Hello! If it's alright, may I request Pantalone, Tighnari, and Wanderer's s/o (separately, of course) helping them when the boys aren't feeling good? S/o comforting the boys instead of the other way around

Thank you! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night ✨️

With You By My Side

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HIII ty for the request !!! i hope i delivered this nicely and sorry for taking for so long HDIJSKNADSA!! requests open btw guys :3 have a nice day/night too !! sorry i didn't include tighnari, i just can't think of anything rn for him :(( while wanderer's gonna be a separate one!! i just had a really good fic idea for it... teehee :3 i hope i didn't disappoint too much

More often than not, Pantalone finds himself stressed being one of the Harbingers of the Fatui. There's always something to do, with piles and piles of paperwork adorning his desk, requiring meticulous scrutiny and countless signatures.

Alas, not everything proceeds according to plan; Il Dottore often approaches him, beseeching for additional Mora to fund his recent projects, and then there are the damages he must compensate for due to the Traveler's meddling. The responsibilities seem unending, despite being merely the 9th of the Harbingers.

Nevertheless, Pantalone is resolute in his dedication to his duties. He never entertains the thought of slacking off, for he knows that giving his all is the only way to secure the rewards he rightfully deserves. At the end of the day, he envisions all the Mora he could ever desire within the grasp of his fingertips as a fitting testament to his unwavering commitment.

Regrettably, he finds himself vulnerable to the relentless onslaught of growing exhaustion and the suffocating grip of stress.

There's still so much to be done! Papers and meetings—this just won't do! As he lets out yet another deep sigh, he can feel the weariness settling in, each breath a testament to his exhaustion.

As three soft knocks echo on his door, he couldn't help but groan. With a determined effort, he straightens up on his chair, hoping to appear presentable enough to whoever stands outside. "Come in," he calls out, setting his pen down on the desk as he readies a smile on his lips.

As you stepped inside his office, a bright smile adorning your face, and a cup of tea carefully prepared just for him in your hand, a sense of relief washed over him, causing his tense body to relax. With each step you took toward him, his smile widened, feeling utterly cherished as you handed him the soothing tea, magically dispelling all his stress and exhaustion at the mere sight of you.

With a small bow, a gesture of respect for his position as a Harbinger, though you were his dearest lover. There was genuine concern in your eyes as you addressed him, "You've been hard at work, my Lord. I hope you give yourself a moment of rest."

"Thank you for your worries, my dear," Pantalone replied gratefully, feeling a warm flush in his cheeks as he took a sip of the perfectly prepared tea. He couldn't help but marvel at how you knew precisely what he needed without him having to say a word, coming to his office at just the right time. "I am almost finished for today," He added, reassured by your presence, knowing that with you by his side, he could find solace as he continued on with his work.

Flashing him another dazzling smile gracing your face, you positioned yourself beside his desk and gracefully bowed your head. "If you need anything else, please tell me. I will do my best to help."

Pantalone perks up at your words, a mischievous smirk played on his lips, and he casually set down the cup of tea on his desk. "Is that so?" You nodded eagerly, "Then kiss me," He simply ordered with a rather teasing tone. Pantalone chuckled, charmed at your cute reaction, eyes widening before your face flushing and quickly averting your eyes from him.

For a moment, you struggled to form a sentence, before furrowing your brows and clearing your throat, looking back at him with an embarrassed expression. "My Lord, we are still at work..." Pantalone raised a brow at that, crossing his arms.

"Oh? And I'm your superior." He stated with an authoritative tone, reminiscent of how he addressed the Fatui soldiers working beneath. But you could tell it was all for fun by the twinkle in his eyes. "So, I am ordering you to kiss me right now."

"But my Lord, what if-"

"You're not defying my orders now, are you?" His smirk widened when you looked completely cornered, hiding your extremely flustered face from him with your hand.

"N-no, my Lord..." With a small sigh escaping your lips, you gave him a playful glare. Taking a step toward him, you leaned down, and let him grab you by the back of your neck. He pulled you close to him, greedy lips attaching to yours.

It takes a good amount of force from you to separate from him, the kiss leaving you panting and a little lightheaded. You could tell he really needed that based on his very pleased face. He licked his lips, eyeing your lips for more, but you put your hand on them, glancing nervously at his door.

He didn't let up, trailing kisses all over your face and down to your jawline. You had to hold him by the back of his head to prevent him from going further down. "My Lord," You warned him, but you weren't pulling away from him either.

Pantalone's laughter resonated wholeheartedly, his hand gently cupping your cheek as a genuine and sincere smile adorned his face. It was a smile filled with love and adoration, a reflection of the deep affection he held exclusively for you.

"Now, sit on my lap." He teases once again, "That's an order."

"My Lord..."

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[veemunson86]

I see you everywhere

Pt 3, love of my life.

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it was Steve's idea, to write a letter to Eddie and burn it. you thought it was cheesy but decided to give it a shot. the heavy weight your heart felt for him ached more and more every day which was causing unwanted stress. going  into the 8th month of your pregnancy began to become unbarable without him. all you wanted was to feel him holding you late at night, but he couldn't, and that alone was a crushing feeling. at first you thought it was a horrible idea, but when you were missing him extra one day, you finally found the right words.

" my dearest eddie, today marks almost 8 months since you left me. it still hasn't gotten any easier. everyone says it gets better, but when? i miss you like crazy. i still wear your ring, but its too big for my hand so i have it on a chain i swear around my neck. i wonder what our wedding would have been like. i wonder how you would have raised our beautiful baby girl, would you have played her music to help her sleep? everywhere i go, its like you're here with me. i see you everywhere around the house that would have been ours. i wake up to what would have been the side of your bed, and its like sometimes i envision youre laying next to me... your hair a big frizzy mess. i find myself doing that a lot, thinking youre here with me, that maybe, just maybe you'll come back to me. but you wont, and that's when i snap back into reality. you're gone. its still hard to say out loud. our baby is growing so fast. she has a strong heartbeat. i remember when i would lay my head  on your chest when we would be on the couch, or laying in bed. it was my favorite thing to listen to. that day when i held you, i felt your heart slowly give out, and a part of mine died with you that day. everyone here says ive changed, and the truth is i have. the y/n i was died when you did, now I'm just the shell of the girl i once was. the shell of a girl who lost the one person she truly loved. but i wanna change, that's why in writing this. i wanna change for our girl. i wanna be the best version of myself i can, for her. it scares my thinking about having to do this alone, but i know I'm not alone. i have the kids, and steve, nancy and robin to help. they go with me to every appointment. i know she is gonna be so loved by them, and that makes me happy. i decided on a name. remember when we talked about a family of our own one day? we wrote down names that we would want for our kids. i found that notebook when i moved your stuff in here. our house. just like we wanted. 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom. big backyard, with a small swimming pool. it wasn't easy, but i had help. my parents and your uncle helped me until i could get up on my feet. i moved your stuff here, part of my thinks youre gonna show up one day. our bedroom is perfect. we both have a nightstand, i have pictures of us together o your side. i know it all sounds stupid, but its comforting. i have a few of your shirts in the closet, they still smell like you. i always loved that smell, like cinnamon and weed. it makes it feel like youre still here. i open up our closet and that's the first thing i smell, it smells like home. like you. i picked our girls name, i decided on Amelia. shes gonna have your last name. i set up her nursery with the help of steve, dustin, and max. her little room is adorable. i have a light pink crib, and above it there is her name smelled out in wooden letters. there is little ducks on the wallpaper, as when i went through my first nesting phase i didnt know the gender yet. there is a fuzzy white rug right by her crib, and a rocking chair so i can feed her in there. i wish you could be here to see it, but alas, youre not. so i guess this is my final goodbye to you. steve said writing this and burning it would give me piece of mind, and i think hes right. so goodbye my love, i will love you forever, please watch over me and our baby. i love you."

and with that, you folded the paper in half, throwing it in the fireplace, watching as it slowly turned to ash.

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[rebouks]

Hello! I'm that anon who once asked you about the lots you use in your gameplay and whether you built them all. I'm so impressed that you create most of them yourself! But ever since you replied to that question, I've been trying to envision a lot for one of my upcoming gameplays, but I'm struggling to fully see it in my mind, so I was wondering if you'd mind giving some tips on your process of building your lots. Building is my weakest skill in the game, but I want to give it a try!

hello again anon!! i'm very flattered u think it's impressive 🥺 i truly love creating spaces for these guys! i'll try my best to kinda go into my process but be warned.. like anything else i do it's pretty much just chaos/winging it dkjsdkj (it'd be much easier if i used floorplans or smth simple so i could be like, here do this! but alas...)

okay i'm prolly gonna ramble a lot here but i mostly base my builds off random visions/future scenes that pop into my head or straight up vibes.. which isn't very helpful ik but hopefully if i explain it'll make a bit more sense!

so with Oscar's house above i knew i wanted it to be BIG, but i didn't want it to feel like a mansion they couldn't afford so i added some other houses on the lot and just gave em the biggest plot! i also knew i wanted it to be symmetrical, but only from the outside cos i wanted it to feel slightly chaotic on the inside, also hence the random tower addition on the left and the sunroom on the right.. like it used to be a big grand symmetrical "mansion" (prolly at the time it was built) but over the years kinda ended up as a convoluted mess left to rot until someone rescued it (yay for Oscar's impulsivity 🤸‍♀️) AND IT NEEDED AN ATTIC!! u kno cos where else would Clementine live?? 👻

so really i had no inspo pics or house plan layouts to go off here, just a vibe and an idea, i started with a rough shape and worked out all the kinks from there, then added the other lots.. be prepared to hate your wip and start over tho cos ig it's all part of the fun!

here we have an actual wip to use as an example! so with this one i basically knew i wanted a wrap around style house around a "courtyard" but since mt. komo is shit and doesn't have any decent sized lots we'll have to go with an L-shaped design and a third floor ig 😩 i started with the ground floor and just pissed around with the others until i ended up with smth just right, like anything else i do, building is just ruminating on an idea until i'm like.. yeah that works sdkjskj.. also handy to place the bare minimum furniture items as u go to get a feel of how the space does or doesn't work so u can fix it n stuff!

also feel free to make shit look strange if it works, for example these window placements look weird as hell on the outside, but real life houses aren't always symmetrical or perfect on the outside and we spend most of our time on the inside where the windows make perfect sense so.. yeah! i'm big on views from the INSIDE of the house so i just make stuff work, also big fan of using ivy/wall decs n stuff to "fix" the way it might look on the outside if needs be too..

the school i made for Robin n' co. was entirely built around this pool (cos it's IMPORTANT) and the fact that it had to have a glass roof (it just HAD to ok idk why but we must kneel to the vision when it strikes 🧎‍♀️) i tried to make the rest of it make sense around it tho, like maybe it was added on afterward so the rest is a pretty standard shape with offices n shit near the entrances etc.. ALSO (wait i actually need to explain smth else before we get to this also BUT BEAR WITH ME!)

ask yourself some questions (if u want? or just dl a house idk dskjdk)

i treat building similarly to writing and that means asking yourself some questions.. like you might ask why a character is doing/saying something, what happened in the past to make them this way? what're they aiming for in the future to choose these paths etc etc.. WELL.. what's this building for, who is it for, who chose to live here, who got stuck here, why do they like it, why do they hate it, etc etc.

we either get stuck somewhere we hate and it doesn't suit us, or we're lucky enough to choose somewhere that we love, but why? Oscar's house is sprawling and chaotic because they kinda are, and it suits them! all the random cupboards leading nowhere and the quirky additions are just perfect for them, if they were real people looking for a real house they'd view it and LOVE it, but other characters definitely would NOT 😅 the wip is neat and practical cos the people who're gonna live there are! 👀 and the school (see we got to that ALSO eventually) has that huge "grand" courtyard at the front that's actually pretty useless because it's a shitty comprehensive school that wants to give the image that it's decent, but actually it's a bit shit and there's nothing going on in the back, nowhere for the kids to play outside and very limited resources/equipment for them either.. like everything is built the way it is for a reason, which is why i think i find it so impossible to use other ppls builds, cos they don't fit all these visions in my mind...

ok i'm gonna shut up now but i HOPE this rambling mess somewhat explains how i go about starting a build and why.. i'm not sure i can help with the vision part since your brain is your own but floorplan websites and things like pinterest or even just google images are great for giving you ideas if you're struggling!

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

SHAMELESS OPINIONS: S6 (cause Mickey's write off hurt and after s5, I watched again from s1 and forced myself to keep watching + no one around me likes Shameless so I need a place to vent)

overall: it's a meh season with strong plotlines

The F Word is SUCH a bop, my boy Gus ate. Sorry Fi, I really like you, but boo, you had it coming.

I get the whole controversy with Sean, trust me I do, but I enjoyed the dramatics of the relationship. He was way too hypocritical tho, the scene with the gun, as scary as it was, rubbed me the wrong way. I wouldn't blame Fiona or Carl for that. As someone raised in a house full of guns, I was taught to never ever go near one. Curiosity killed the cat with Will and he was obviously scared, but Sean my boy, no. I felt Sean sort of blended well with the family, understood dysfunction all too well so that's probably why, but at the end of the day, it was a scabbing wound.

The wedding scene, Fuck Frank, ik he helped Fiona dodge a bullet, but at the end of the day, it was never really about Fiona, it was about his damn ego as always. The whole situation was shitty for everyone and I felt for her, really. The bridge scene was dope as hell. Bravo. Cinematic.

With the Debbie v Fiona, I was honestly on Fiona's side most of the time. A decision like this, in their way of living, oof, and Fiona made it clear she wasn't gonna be in charge of another kid. Harsh, but... I wouldn't do it either. But the reality is, Debbie has always been around kids, and very clearly wanted to be a mother, as early as s1. It's just... timing wasn't right. But to tackle a teen to the ground??? Wtf. A grown ass woman. Girl. No.

Oh Lip... his lip ain't doing good. As fucked as the whole Helene thing was, no relationship has ever made more sense to me than that one (for all the wrong reasons) Mommy issues as bright as day right there. And the fact that he couldn't recognize that and saw it as a normal college Tuesday makes me pity him. People don't agree with the relationship, and they're right, they shouldn't, but not because it's a bad storyline. It should make you feel uncomfortable because it is, but that's something that sooner or later, was bound to happen with him. That scene where he walks to the bar and yaps like Frank does with a beer in his hand, and everyone in disbelief... oof...

EMT IAN. NEED I SPEAK??? My baby... Those first episodes were so hard for him... Fucking Lip being insensitive at times... FUCK Ian makes me cry. Him standing his ground to get the job back, oh lord. There's a deleted scene that should've stayed but oh well. Anyway. I love him.

Don't even get me started on Gallavich. The scene with Lana on patsies cuts me. That prison scene breaks me without fail every time. I can't. I just couldn't envision, if things really went without having to call back Noel for ratings and views in s7, that the prison scene would be -it- for them... His leave was horribly handled too... but alas...

Caleb??? I have much to say about him in s7, but he... isn't half bad here... Don't love him, but he's alright. Motivated our ginger boy to get a job that gave him purpose, gave him soft smooches and little lunches, and taught him to receive softness. I love those things but not because it comes from him, more so because Ian deserves those gestures. The HIV conversation was handled well I think??? Don't have any particular complains... yet

Frank's storyline at the start of the season interested me, with the cancer lady and whatnot, not a fan of indulging Debbie into grooming, but it's Frank, and Frank is a fucking pos, but as soon as Queenie comes along I got so fucking BORED. Just not my cup of tea, the whole organic storyline put me to sleep. Kind of wish Debbie wasn't involved cause I think her pregnancy journey had more potential than ending up with Queenie. Idk that whole thing was just boring for me.

White boy Carl... eh, it is what it is, seemed in character enough ig, everyone expected part of this future to head that way so, yeah. Nick... so many mixed feelings like everyone else. I just feel for him man, that situation was horrendous. That, along with 3x666 are the only two scenes where I can't like... they're hard to stomach, for obvious reasons ik, but yeah. That was tough. I feel like it was fun to see Carl with his shenanigans, somewhat cringe but I can't pinpoint if it's because of E's performance or shitty writing.

Mandy and Ian's moment, holy fuck. That made me tear up. Mandy my beloved... I hope you're doing well.

SVETLANA RISE.

[the-feels-assassin]

A Pern/Avengers Crossover (That No One Asked for)

So I was reading a recent popular book involving dragons and dragonriders, and thinking how much I like the Dragonriders of Pern better (lol), and of course my brain did it's thing. So here you have it. My definitive opinion on what sorts of people the Avengers would be in the world of Pern.

We're gonna start with Steve/Peggy/Bucky because I HAVE THOUGHTS:

Of course this is during a Pass, because Steve/Peggy/Bucky have to be during a time of War and a Pass is the closet we have to War in the Dragonrider sof Pern.

Steve Rogers: oh, Steve. Poor, tiny, sickly Steve. He and Bucky are fosters at a Weyr, but no one expects/wants Steve to bond a dragon because no one is confident this sickly kid is going to live through the night at any given time. So either they keep him off the sands during a hatching or he's up in the bleachers. But Steve, being Steve, we get a Jaxom or Keevan scenario. No one means Steve to Impress a dragon, but of course you can't communicate that to freshly hatched dragons. And so of course between the sheer determination of Steve pulling himself out of the infirmary (ala Keevan in The Smallest Dragon Boy) and the stubbornness of the dragon refusing everyone on the sands (ala Ruth looking for Jaxom), we get tiny Steve Rogers bonded to what will be the biggest, most powerful Bronze Dragon the Weyr has ever seen. Steve becomes a Wingleader and everyone expect he'll be Weyrleader one day when Peggy becomes head Weyrwoman. Which leads us to Peggy Carter

Peggy Carter: Peggy is a rider of a gold dragon, of course she is. She was fostered in a different Weyr from Steve and Bucky (hence the different accent), but due to injuries and deaths during the passes, she gets redistributed to another Weyr that is lean on Golds and their leading Gold and Weyrwoman are aging. Peggy will be the next Weyrwoman. She is Peggy Carter in every way, fierce and determined, and like Lessa she fights the leadership of her time to enable Gold dragons to fight. Because Peggy Carter is all about sticking it to the patriarchy.

Bucky Barnes: Bucky Barnes is solid and reliable and dependable. He Impressed one of those Brown dragons that's as big as a Bronze (ala F'nor and Canth). He is Steve's Wing-Second. And then something happens while they are fighting Thread. Bucky is hit. Thread takes his left arm and sears most of his dragon on the left side. His dragon jumps Between and never comes back. Everyone assumes Bucky went with him, dead.

Everyone, of course, assumes wrong.

So what happens to Steve?

Steve just fought Thread, the battle is over and he's beat, and he's just doing a sweep to make sure nothing got through. It's time to go home; he goes to jump Between. He accidentally jumps time. He envisioned something off--something in the stars, maybe it was a night jump?--and suddenly he's in the future. He has no idea how to get back. Steve Rogers is a bit of a legend. His arrival sends both the Weyr into chaos, but also no one really believes it's him. They need the Harpers to verify, since the Harpers hold the history of Pern.

Which of course...brings us to SHIELD.

Because we all know the Harpers are the Spies of Pern, and the Masterharper of Pern is the most powerful man on Pern (search your feelings, you know it to be true) so of course I'm saying that:

Nick Fury: Nick Fury is the mother-loving Masterharper of Pern. Look, I don't care if he doesn't sing or play an instrument that we know of in the Marvel movies. In the Pern novels, Robinton has his fingers in EVERYTHING. He is the puppet master. Nick Fury is the Masterharper of Pern. I will brook no argument on this. Which of course means all of our SHIELD agents are harpers. Yes. It's wonderful.

Clint Barton: I mean how could Clint Barton NOT be a harper? He grew up Holdless. He picked up his acrobatic, juggling, and archery skills as a Holdless kid. But a Harper (probably Fury) saw his talent and potential and recruited him to be a Harper. Sure the kid is partially deaf, but he's a natural with an instrument and a born-entertainer. He's also so darn personable. Everyone immediately likes him and trusts him and tells him things. So of course, of course he's a perfect Harper, a perfect person to collect information and brook trust with the Holdless, Holds, and Weyrs alike.

Natasha Romanoff: There isn't really an equivalent of the Soviet Union in Pern. Natasha grows up in the Southern Continent, maybe the child of an Oldtimer exiled there. I think like Menolly, Natasha naturally Impressed a whole little flight of fire lizards, because she is like that. While Natasha is raised in an environment where all those in the Northern Continent are the enemy, eventually she meets Clint Barton and is recruited to Harper Hall and to the cause of ridding Pern of thread forever (the Ultimate Goal).

Phil Coulson: Look he makes Harper Hall run. He mostly stays in Harper Hall while Fury is out doing God knows what, and it's Coulson who is keeping tabs and getting reports from Barton and Romanoff.

Okay but what about Tony and Bruce? They are the last two Main Avengers left.

Tony Stark: Obviously the youngest Master ever at Smithcraft Hall. Could be on track to be the next Mastersmith BUT you know Tony. He likes to work on what he wants to work on. He's a genius and we love him, but staying within an authority matrix or running one isn't his strong suit. Eventually he becomes the head of Computer craft, when he meets....

JARVIS: Obviously the AIVAS analog. Tony is just bitter he didn't invent JARVIS himself. In this AU, I think it's Natasha who discovers AIVAS, while messing around on the Southern continent, doing her undercover recon thing. She sends her queen firelizard (the only one with two brain cells, obviously) to report back to Fury, who immediately gets Tony down there via Dragon. And of course that Dragonrider is none other than Tony's best friend.

James Rhodes: Rhodey was raised in Smithcraft Hall, went to be fostered at a Weyr for a short period of time, mainly to learn more about the Weyr's needs and how Smithcraft Hall could better plug in and whoops, impressed a dragon. Tony is still mad his best friend "abandoned him" for a "giant lizard" (which really Tony is just incredibly jealous. Who doesn't want to be a dragonrider?).

Bruce Banner: Bruce is basically the opposite of Rhodey. He was a dragonrider and he lost his dragon fighting Thread. This has left Bruce teetering between suicidal depression and complete rage. He's found new purpose in Smithcraft Hall and has become friends with Tony, but there is just a pain in him that is indescribable and everyone who interacts with him can feel it. In this AU, General Ross is the Weyrleader of the Weyr that Bruce was in--Betty is still his daughter and a gold rider. But since Bruce's bronze dragon is dead, well, there is just really no future for him and Betty.

Okay that's it for now. I have no idea what happened to Bucky (how does he come back? What is a Winter Soldier equivalent in Pern??), and I have no intention of writing a story in this AU, but inexplicably this keeps coming to me.

[drbtinglecannon]

Darius because YOU! Are his lawyer

This is such a high honor coming from Willow Park's lawyer herself, thank you pal 💖

How do I feel about this character

I love Darius so much he's absolutely one of my top favorites, it's like between him and Eda. He's hilarious, he's cunty, he's interesting, he's one of Dana's favorites, he's a good person but he's a bitch about it, his design fucks, he has no canon love interest, and I wish we got more of him. I have so many thoughts on him and he was only in about 15min of screentime.

What can I say, I looked at all the Coven Heads in the S2B trailer and immediately decided he was my favorite and every time he was on screen I was validated by how thoroughly he passed the vibes check

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I am typically an aroace Darius enjoyer, but I have fondness for dariraine, dariraeda, and darimila (why is he always listed first and why is it fitting (wait I have to preface I'm ace and I use ship names by what sounds best I have literally never done it by "who tops" I can barely remember that's the common use of ship name order SO I'm mocking Darius as he would wanna be listed first because he's That Bitch)) because all of them have a lot of cute fluff potential (and dariraine has fun angst potential especially if it's between Eda's Requiem and O Titan, Where Art Tho)

Typically tho even in those ships I don't see Darius as someone that would live with a romantic partner, I think he'd want to keep his own house lol and he's very valid, it's styled exactly how he likes and no one else lives up to his cleanliness standards, it's win win for both parties

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Darius & Eberwolf is literally Lilith & Hooty a little to the left and it's sooo fucking funny and wholesome for it. Lilith was actually my S2A obsession until she left I was so fucking devastated when she moved out, so seeing Darius & Eberwolf were a similar archetype to Lilith & Hooty really endeared me to them immediately in ER when we knew nothing about them. Then by the series end they really are one of my favorite little duos of toh they're comedy gold potential but didn't get enough screentime 😔 Darius surrendered for Eberwolf even tho it was at the cost of the rebellion and I still think about that scene. Guy who joked about people dying is likely actually not being pragmatic at all when it comes to loved ones 👍 they threaten Terra Adrian & Vitimir lol

I'm also a "Darius & Eda used to be besties and will do so again" truther. They're the same yet opposites, they're both dramatic, they're both powerful, they both have a hot monster form, and they both speedran becoming adoptive parents after just being That Guy to some kid for a while. The ONE episode of interactions they had in COTH with Darius having to exasperatingly tell Eda what he means but also he calls her "Eda" not "Edalyn" like everyone else but Raine does, and Eda mocking Darius over beating his ass in ER and Darius IMMEDIATELY getting defensive & lying which Eberwolf calls him out for, DO YOU SEE MY VISION? THEY USED TO BE BESTIES. THE CLAWTHORNE PARENTS LOVED DARIUS. DARIUS & EDA WERE EACH OTHER'S ASSHOLE FRIEND. THAT FANART OF THEM IN FACIAL MASKS & DOING THEIR NAILS WATCHING DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES IS WHAT THEY WERE.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Liking him at all is still quite unpopular 😔 this fandom sure treats the nonwhite parents a certain way lol. I also don't really like ala//darius, I get the appeal but it doesn't compel me

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

I've had a perfectly envisioned idea for a year or two now of an toh episode that followed the rebel trio after Them's the Breaks, Kid and before Hollow Mind that was a 3 part split reminiscent of how Once Upon A Swap was paced.

Not only would it tie back to the style of OUAS -- a notoriously hated toh episode -- but it would be able to give info in a slow drip by following Raine first, then by the end we see Raine is working with Darius & Eberwolf, then it goes back to the beginning of the day through Eberwolf's POV, then Darius' POV, and ending on the buildup that they're the rebels Hunter is chasing at the beginning of HM.

We as the audience can tell by the designs who they were in HM (or well. Most of us. Some people thought Darius was Alador for some reason) but ahhh think of the extra foreshadowing that could've been in HM if we got an episode inside the castle so close to the day of unity!! Like what if Collector's shadow was visible at one point behind one or all of the rebels, letting us know Belos knew exactly who they were which lead to the foreshadowing in HM of the 3 arrows being where Darius, Raine(Eda), & Eberwolf each get put to stand during the day of unity spell in King's Tide BUT ALSO how we don't REALIZE it's referencing them specifically UNTIL KT AIRS. LIKE THE LAYERS IT COULD'VE ADDED.

Also obligatory Darius Hunter moment has to happen here to lead to Darius' reaction in HM upon hearing Hunter was trapped considering their last on screen moment in ASIAS and some people even now can't visualize them interacting in a positive manner 🙄

I do imagine it would be a touch 🤏 angsty. Like in my vision, Darius sees Hunter getting heat from Kikimora over a wild magic book, and it's like she can't really do anything to him over it but she could tell Belos who would be unhappy to hear that and all 3 of them are aware this would be the outcome, and Darius debates for a solid 10 seconds if he should pretend he didn't see them because well as heartless as he knows it sounds it actually benefits him & the rebellion keeping Hunter at arm's length but now that he's spent time with the kid he's like not a bad kid maybe they can convince him to join them?? Before he goes over and like a true actor plays it off that he asked Hunter for the book. Hunter obviously does not play along well as he's not a good actor, so Darius very condescendingly tells Kikimora to leave like "you can read, can't you, Kiki?" And she sputters "yes of course I--" and he just cuts her off "then read the room" while giving her a cold look until she awkwardly and angrily leaves. Like absolute cunt behavior from Darius but it's hilarious and it works to his cover as a CH. He gives Hunter the book back when Kikimora leaves and they good naturedly mock the other's taste in books ("I don't know how you can read that, Deadwarian era writing is dreadful to slog through" "Well some of us like reading more than fashion magazines") before they pass the mess hall and Darius asks Hunter if he's eaten, "Y-yes!", Flapjack is not standing for such lies and pecks him from under his cloak, which Darius knows is Flapjack so he laughs and tells Hunter to eat, Hunter pauses before he tries to genuinely thank Darius for defending him earlier, and then well shit remember how it's better for the rebellion if Darius keeps Hunter at arm's length maybe he needs to remember the bigger picture? He was literally doing rebel work when he got distracted helping Hunter out, so he kinda gently tells Hunter not to expect he can always go save him, and because Hunter's an abused teen (not that Darius really knows that yet) and he was enjoying having an adult that's nice to him now he visibly deflates before quickly excusing himself

Darius apologizes under his breath because he doesn't enjoy being mean to Hunter (even back when he was being mean to him) but it's one of those hard choices he makes like how Raine refused to get Eda involved. Can be miserably tied back to how Hunter ends up hiding at Hexside and not the rebels finding & helping him.

Wow I went insane typing that all but yeah that's my vision of what I would add to canon if I could add 1 episode into the show that doesn't change anything at all it only adds character filler & foreshadowing potential. Maybe I'll actually write this fic one day haha.

Another thing I kinda wish canon would've done was overtly state Darius adopted Hunter because like it's clearly implied but a lot of people still deny it! Dadrius won guys let us have this they had to cut so much stuff from the show including Darius backstory

From this ask!

[assembletheimagines]

What Happens In Vegas.. | Bucky x Reader

Part 1

Summary: When you wake up hungover in Las Vegas its expected. What’s not expected is the ring on your finger and the super hero in bed next to you. 

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It’s been a week since your Vegas trip and your heart was still in your throat.

You had never ran faster back to the hotel you were staying at with your friends. And before your friends could even ask about your walk of shame you came up with a lame excuse as you booked the first flight back home with a half-ass apology.

Who says you can’t run from your problems?

But you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting this entire week for mail of divorce from a Stark lawyer. You were half hoping it would had been expressed mailed by now but maybe it takes a while.

And with that thought you can’t help but look over at your bed side table. The drawer was closed but you could envision the metal ring that once laid on your finger that morning, now buried under the book you swore you would finish reading last month.

Chills ran up your spine and you shook your head with a blush as you tried to mentally shake your overthinking. But alas, you couldn’t help but purse your lips as you got up from your bed and made your way into your living room, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

You didn’t often watch the news but with your new found paranoia, thank you Jose Cuervo, you kept your eyes for any news of any super hero marriage confessions. Shivers ran down your spine again, or for news reports for a woman who married a super hero and is now being sued.

And as your eyes unfocused on the new anchors who were chit-chatting in the early morning, day dreaming worse case scenarios in your mind, you almost missed hearing your phone ringing back in your bedroom.

You dropped your remote on the couch and quickly slide back to your room only for your phone to stop as you entered. You frowned and grabbed your phone only to not recognize the unknown number.

“Probably scam,” you mumbled to yourself and watched as your voicemail show a notification. You had half the mind to delete it on the spot but curiosity won you over and you pressed your phone to your ear waiting for someone to tell you that you’ve won a cruise.

“Hey, it’s your husband.” Your heart went back to your stomach as you froze, hearing the soft but deep voice over the phone. “I was hoping to wake up next to my wife on our first full day as a married couple, but you ran.” You clutched the phone to your ear tighter, “I should have expected it and planned better. That’s on me.” You heard him sigh and you felt your vision start to tunnel as you listened to him. “But no worries, know that that was the last time you run away from me. I’ll see you soon, Mrs. Barnes.”

Your phone slipped from your trembling fingers and clattered to the floor as your mind raced.

Oh shit.

[aboardthescheherazade]

Inspired by @professorcalculusstanaccount's timeline posts, it's Roberto Rastapopoulos through the years! No little Greek boy don't grow up to be a massive shithead--

Rasta is a very difficult character to understand in canon, because so much of his lore is left unknown to the viewer. However, there were little bits and pieces, some in Herge's tertiary studio notes; over time I've wrung some water from that stone, and put together this timeline in my head. I went with a more condensed range than ProfCal (i.e. pre-canon up to canon, rather than into post-canon), since Rob does technically "die"/disappear by the end of the (finished) comics.

Headcanons and details under the cut:

According to speculative official notes, he was born in the 1890s in Leros. It's a beautiful island but also one with a turbulent history, as when little Roberto was born, that part of Greece was under control by the Ottoman Empire. His father was a sponge diver, which was a very viable career at the time. (Decades later, the industry would be ruined when the area's sea sponges were over-harvested by bigger diving operations.) His mother is basically unknown...many official outlets say Rastapopoulos is part American, so I imagine his mother was of Greek-American heritage who either met his father abroad or in America.

There were two real-world figures who influenced my timeline: Aristote Onassis and Aleister Crowley. Onassis was one of Herge's later inspirations when writing Rastapopoulos, and for good reason; much like Rastapopoulos's own immoral dealings, Onassis indiscriminately sold warships during WWII and can easily be considered an arms dealer who profited off of human atrocities. On the other hand, Aleister Crowley was my own connection. All the pseudo-Egyptian mysticism in Cigars of the Pharaoh and the Kih-Oskh Brotherhood seems to be a reference to the very real trend in the early 20th Century where the upper crust of western society became fascinated with esoteric beliefs. (Seances and the Ouija Board were also created during this era.) Crowley rose in infamy during this time, too, as a spoiled debutante who spent his inheritance on journeys through the MENA region to perform rituals and "adapt" Eastern religions for his own belief system. With Rastapopoulos making up an entire pharaoh and emblem for his secret trafficking club, it reminded me very much of Crowley's own endeavours, and the commodification of MENA cultures and iconography during this era.

Child (1897) - Canonically, he has three brothers and two sisters, so l envisioned him as the middle child amidst all that. Little Roberto was spoiled when he was little, but when his youngest brother was born, it left Roberto feeling like the attention had been stolen from him.

15 (1906)- The other siblings hoped Roberto would be just as enthusiastic as they were about the family diving business, but alas, he'd always been more interested in reading prose and classical plays. His favourite play is Gounod's Faust. Some days, he daydreams about what a deal with the devil could get him, thinking he'd be able to outsmart the devil and win his riches for free. Roberto was at a rebellious point in his life, and sadly, he'd come to be ashamed of his background, deciding sponge diving was "peasant work" and that he'd rather tell others he was British or American. Eventually, it became easier for the whole family to just send him to a boarding school. Deep down, Roberto's parents hoped he might become an actor, a writer, or some sort of scholar...but the night before he left, Roberto secretly took down his whole family's banking information.

20s (1910s) - Roberto is now in his "Aleister Crowley's world tour" phase. He throws around mysteriously large quantities of money, often putting it into investments, and taking many journeys through Egypt and India. (I also like to imagine he met the Fakir and Colonel Fuad around this time; maybe Zloty too). Rastapopoulos is an insufferable, preening dandy at this time, trying to carve out his own place among the societal elite. His Greek identity is only flaunted as a way to make him seem more "exotic" to strangers. He tries not to think about the bank accounts he's leeching from.

30s (1920s) - Several of his investments actually flourished. His shares in Arab-Air and Flor Fina yield enough profit to let him buy out the companies, and his decadence only increases as he reaps even more profits. With extra money going around, Rastapopoulos finally decides to foray into the movie industry...as a movie producer. His passion for theatre never died, and if he can't become an actor himself, then why not produce the kinds of stories he wanted to be in? By the time the Great Depression hits, Rastapopoulos has amassed more than enough wealth to stay afloat...and the drug ring he's started with a few good friends sure helps, too. He's more concerned with holding onto every millimetre of his receding hairline.

40s (canon) - By all means, Rastapopoulos could have disbanded the cartel and retired comfortably. Maybe he could have invested more in his own movies, and focused more on Cosmos Pictures's internal operations. And yet, he didn't. Bigger numbers are better, so Rastapopoulos kept amassing his dirty money, thinking he was too big to fall. He got messy and left behind some viable clues, which some Belgian kid happened to stumble across...

50s (1940s-early 50s)- "Roberto Rastapopoulos" may be out on bail and facing decades in prison, but "Marquis Dante di Gorgonzola" is just some mysterious financier with an offshore bank account. Some of the other societal elites recognize him, but they find the alter ego funny and play along; "Oh, here comes "the marquis"...! He's due back in Hong Kong!" He can't make money through drug trafficking anymore, he can't show his face in Hollywood, and he certainly can't go back to Greece. Unfortunately, some of his associates introduce him to a different kind of trafficking, one even more immoral, but just as lucrative... It's the climax of the Rastapopoulos family tragedy: the son of hard-working commoners has ground his family's name into dust thanks to his pursuit of power and decadence; he has now resorted to deceiving those same sorts of commoners, dooming them to unknown fates just so he can buy a boat. Later, he begins resorting to harebrained schemes and petty crime just to maintain that lifestyle. His Greek identity has long been buried in favour of a vague, exotic cultural identity meant to explain away his quirks and twitchiness.

I've long been torn on whether or not Endaddine Akass is Rastapopoulos's final form. Herge's notes do consider him surviving Flight 714 to Sydney by waking up in the tropics with some degree of amnesia...perhaps this is near Jamaica, where he'll meet Ramo Nash under a new identity. It also feels the most theatrical - Rastapopoulos is playing yet another role, and he has a grand finale planned for Tintin's murder. Additionally, the mysticism Akass totes in Alph-Art is inspired by the alternative religion fads of the 1960s-70s; Akass is evocative of some of those many cult leaders, like Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh or Father Yod.

And yet, I almost find it more fitting for Rastapopoulos to survive Flight 714 to Sydney with full amnesia. He only knows himself as some middle-aged vagrant, and he decides he just has to pick himself up, and find some odd jobs to make a living. He gives himself a new name; his family history has been wiped clean. He struggles to make ends meet, much like the family he bankrupted, though he'll never know just how ironic his life has become. The rest of the world knows Rastapopoulos as a bombastic, flashy debutante who died a pitiful death during a police standoff. Tintin feels like he saw him one last time, but it feels like a bad dream he had during a flight layover. The man who always wanted to be the biggest and best died quietly in the sea, his true fate unknown, his body forever missing.

I think that's why I find Rastapopoulos so fascinating as a character! You can either make him into Tintin's greatest scourge who fights to the death to maintain his status, or you can rip all that away and doom him to a humble existence.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Mal de Mer - Swoony Swashbucklers

Mel's girlhood reading choices are sus...

Mal de Mer on AO3

She's about to backtrack, when Silco says, "In time."

"In time?"

"When the moment's right." He tucks her curls, damp and dripping, over her shoulder. "When you're less inclined to envision my younger self as vermin scuttling from a pile of refuse."

"That's not—"

"No? How, then, would you picture me?" A wryness creeps into his voice. "Be honest."

"Well," Mel hedges, "I know you were a smuggler. You ran the Black Lanes, with Vander. The two of you were a bit of a legend belowground. I've seen photographs of you in archived newsprints. Mugshots, too." A tiny grin flickers. "You looked quite the chancer. All hooded eyes and sharp cheekbones. But also a bit... boyish. It was the hair." Idly, she tugs a damp, dark strand. "Quite long."

"Like a drowned rat."

"Like a merman. Or a pirate." She bites her lip. "I've always been fond of pirates."

"Have you, now?"

"Oh, you should've seen me as a girl. I had an entire shelf devoted to piratical romances. The swoonier, the better." A soft laugh, and a shake of her head. "My favorite was called 'The Devil and the Sea Witch'. It was a series of swashbuckling adventures. I'd smuggle each volume out from under the Grand Matron's nose. Read it under my bed, with a lantern, until my toes went numb."

"What was it about?"

"A roguish sea captain. A smuggler, like you. Lean as a knife, and as deadly. He had a wicked right hook, a price on his head, and a penchant for seducing noblewomen. But the twist was, he was no scoundrel. Not really. He was a castaway, and the victim of a great, unspeakable tragedy. The only thing he had left was his ship, and the seas."

"And the women?"

"An escape, from the solitude." Mel's grin turns a bit rueful. "Then, of course, he meets his match."

"Melusine, the sea queen?"

"Not a queen. Just a girl who'd lost her whole family to a terrible storm. She'd washed up on the shore, the sole survivor of the shipwreck. The magistrate, a lustful beast, falsely accused her of witchcraft. He sentenced her to hang unless she yielded to his advances. She fled the gallows, and stowed aboard the Devil's ship." The grin deepens. "Naturally, they hate each other. But the more they fight, the more the attraction flares. The Captain tries his hardest to resist. He is an inveterate rogue. Master of the high seas. He has no business with a soft little chit from the gentry. But, alas, he succumbs to her charms."

"Her perky arse?" Silco guesses.

"Her spirit. Her fire. She challenges him at every turn. Never gives him a moment's rest." Mel's sigh is a playful flutter. "They are so much alike, the pair of them. Two kindred spirits, bound by circumstance. And the sea."

"So, of course, he falls in love."

"He does."

"With her perky arse."

"With everything." Her lips, curving, find his shoulder. "The story ends with a grand battle. The crew of the Devil's ship, outgunned and outmanned, is besieged by an armada from the merchant navy. But our heroine saves the day, with a potion in a bottle. Proof, that there is a bit of a witch to her, after all. The Devil declares his undying love, and they sail off to a new horizon. The rest, well... I won't spoil the ending."

"I don't need it spoiled. It's all written on your face."

"Is it?"

"Happily Ever After."

"I wouldn't know." Her lightness fades. "When Mother found my books, she ordered them burnt. It was her way. No frivolity; only cold pragmatism. I watched as, one by one, the stories went up in smoke. I stood, and I said nothing.  I was twelve years old. But I'd no tears left." Mel's throat works. "The rest of my years were spent in service to her ideals. Treatises on war. Texts on governance.  Blood, and coin, and conquest on every page. I read, and I learned, and I grew up."

"Grew up. Or gave in?"

"I couldn't give in. If I did, she'd win. And if she won, it meant the life she'd forged for me was all there was. So I learned to keep the rest—the things that brought me joy—locked up tight." She twists to meet his eyes. "Until, one day, I met a real Devil. And he opened a door. Then, another. And another. Each one, leading somewhere strange. Somewhere... I'd been before. Or maybe only dreamed about."

 His good eye, on hers, is a steady blue horizon. "So the story, in the end, was rewritten."

"Only if I write it for myself."  She lifts a quivering hand up to thread through his wet hair. "Only if I get to choose."

[paintingformike]

Hiiii. How do you think byler will happen in s5?

sooo ive been looking for the post i made about how i think byler will play out in s5 but unfortunately i couldnt find it asjdkdj i’ll just have to re-narrate it in my head. for the most of s5 they’re obviously gonna be glued together and be teamed up the entire season with the added bit of intense romantic tension between them. they already had it in s4 but this time its gonna be a bitttt more obvious, like we’re going to get a lot of those tiny moments like hesitant hand holds and almost kisses. i don't think the painting reveal will happen until well into the last few episodes, but we’re going to see mike agonizing over it for the entire season and it’s going to be a main point of internal conflict for him. him and el are going to break up around the first or second ep (most likely the first) and he’s going to ask her about the painting and discover that el never commissioned it, but he’ll spend the rest of the season looking for answers and uncovering the full truth. my theory is that he’s going to try to open up about the painting to will several times but it’s either will constantly tries to avoid the topic or they’re interrupted (again 🫶). i also think mike’s going to get vecna-ed halfway through the season and that’s how we’ll get a look into his deeper thoughts and inner conflicts, like vecna will taunt him all about his issues with conformity and how he desperately tried to grow up and seem “normal” but deep down he’s still just the immature kid that he tried to outgrow (and how he tried to avoid his queerness, vecna will rub it in his face about how “wrong” his true desires were aka will and playing games with him for the rest of their lives, this could also be how his feelings for will are gonna be confirmed in the show).

contrary to how a lot of people have envisioned it i don’t think the painting reveal will happen in a peaceful setting, i think they’re going to intertwine it with the supernatural plot and one way or another, the narrative will force will to finally be honest about his feelings and admit the truth. once this happens there’s going to be a lot of drama and tears but it will end with byler kissing (this time in a more peaceful setting) and finally meeting in the middle 🫶 it might be a way to finally save the world or fix a certain thing or whatever but either way, the feelings reveal will tie into the supernatural plot, atleast thats what i believe as a “byler’s love will save the world” truther. maybeee they could have their first kiss in the upside down but it’s going to border more on the lines of desperation and desire, and it might be immediately cut short. but once everything is over and the upside down is gone and the skies have cleared and the sun is shining and everything is intimate, they’re finally going to be able to have a proper kiss, something more gentle and sweet! and this time they’re also going to have a proper conversation about everything. mike will disclose to will that what he was unable to say to el was “i love you” and admit that the reason was because he was in love with someone else all along 😁 the ending will be the both of them leaving hawkins together (ala smalltown boy).

anyways that’s what i think about s5 byler and how they’re going to write it, i’ve imagined how they’re going to happen several times in my head and this was the most coherent narrative i could think of.

[deityforged]

drabble. // i miss you.

' Ashmi. Ashmi, my love, wake up. '

there's a low grumble that resonates through woman's throat - if only because she knows companion is right. she must awaken. Even now, streams of light are funneling in through the cracks of hand sewn curtains, & no matter where she turns to avoid them, the damage is done. her body is awakening.

sleep heavy hands reach for pillow, in an attempt to cover her face - but alas !! they never even make contact, for it is snatched away from her grip - followed by an amused chortle of partner - even with her eyes closed, she can envision his smile - it's almost enough to make her want to get out of bed. key word being almost. Body shifts, until back is facing husband, fake snores starting to leave her lips - she's trying to hold on to every last second she is able to be in bed, & they both know this.

there's shuffling around the bed, and it goes quiet - enough to make ashmi stop her charade, eyebrows furrowed, eyes still closed. hands trail down exposed feet, toes curling out of reflex - is he going to give a massage? she wonders. i wouldn't mind that. no, disappointment fills her veins as hands travel further upwards.

& suddenly they're gripping her ankles!

Golden eyes snap awake as her head immediately turns, mouth opening in the beginnings of a complaint as Viraj yanks - with an underlying strength that she marvels at every time, she finds herself almost halfway off the bed, arms splayed out dramatically, strands of hair spread over the top half of the bed.

He's laughing now, the jerk, a full body laugh that reverberates through his body - his own grey hues twinkling with mirth as she glares half heartedly up at him - never truly mad, she could never be mad at him for as long as she lived - lips pursed in a pout.

' Rise and shine sleeping beauty. ' he chuckles, before leaning over her, hand cupping her cheek - her skin burns at the touch - Viraj has always left that sensation over every single part of her body. She scowls playfully, before eagerly reciprocating his kiss, her eyes closing in absolute bliss.

he starts coughing.

there's a choking sound, a horrible, GARGLING coming from viraj that makes her eyes snap open - the scent of blood is viciously pungent in the air, and drops of scarlet are dripping onto her face. her husband is staring at her, mouth opening to form words - what are you saying, she can hear herself crying. what do you need?

he crumples over her, her hands clutching his body tightly - palms soaking with red, his clothes ripped to shreds upon his poor back. someone is making horrible screeching noises, akin to a wounded animal. it doesn't take long to recognize the sounds are coming from her.

VIRAJ!

She snaps herself from slumber , drenched in a sweat that causes undergarment to stick. it's not blood, she is relieved to find, turning to look over at the other sight of the bed.

it's empty.

the recognition makes her heart sink into her stomach as reality sets in. viraj is not hurt. viraj is dead. he has been dead for decades. she is alone.

how horrible of her to want to go back to sleep, she thinks. at least she would be able to touch him there.