#some of this is probably fragmented and just

[hrrtshape]

you can manifest literally anything. full stop.

not because the universe is your barista or because "alignment!!!" or "vibrations!!!" or because some instagram witch told you the moon wants you to have clear skin. no. you can manifest anything because your assumption is the only constant. i'm not saying that in a disney channel way. i'm saying that in a quantum decoherence theory way. i'm saying your interpretation writes the rendering. the world is not fixed. it is responsive. it is made of probability states until observed, until decided.

this is called the observer effect. not spiritual fluff. actual quantum theory. until something is observed, it's a waveform, a soup of all possible states.

only when measured does it collapse into one outcome. this isn't poetry, more so the double slit experiment. electrons literally behave differently when you're watching. particles perform. reality trims itself to fit the assumption you've brought into the room.

now zoom out.

apply that principle up the scale. consciousness doesn't just witness, it edits. interpretation becomes architecture. you think that's dramatic, let's talk about how the placebo effect alone proves it. you believe a sugar pill is medicine and your body heals.

belief overrides chemistry. that's clinical data. belief changes blood pressure. hormone levels. immune response. cells obey narrative.

now add cognition.

your brain is a filter, not a camera. you are not receiving reality, you are constructing it from probabilistic fragments.

thalamic gating, hippocampal priority, dopaminergic valuation, it's all conditional. perception isn't passive. it's curated. the "real world" is just what your nervous system has decided is relevant enough to show you. the rest gets black-boxed.

meaning: your assumption is the algorithm. you assume wrong, you perceive wrong. and perception is reality, because that's all you'll ever interact with.

so when we say "you write the rendering," we're not being mystical. we're being disgustingly literal. your interpretation of reality becomes the blueprint your senses and brain then work to confirm. you're not stuck in a shared objective truth. you're running a custom simulation based entirely on the lens you're holding. change the lens. change the world.

which means: you are not "tapping into" power. you are the origin point. if you assume something is real, it is, because there is no shared objective anchor without your consciousness confirming it.

this is not magic. this is observer effect. heisenberg. the copenhagen interpretation. it's also the gospels. it's also berkeley's immaterialism. it's also every single philosophical system that isn't moronic. assumption is not wishful thinking. it's the only epistemological mechanism you've ever had.

you've literally never confirmed anything was "real" without believing it first. santa, cancer, gravity, your name. all of it's scripted by belief loops. and belief isn't "oh i hope this is true," it's "this is true and i will notice every detail that proves it." your mind filters for agreement.

confirmation bias.

neuroplasticity.

the thalamus as epistemic gatekeeper.

not metaphor. this is neurobiology. this is how propaganda works. how trauma works. how religion works. how capitalism works. if belief weren't a generator, the advertising industry would not exist. the cia would not use sigil-based psy-ops. cults would not function. your childhood wouldn't have ruined you.

so when people say "you are god," it doesn't mean you're a sparkly celestial daddy with a clipboard. it means there is no world without you. you do not "observe" reality. you generate it, composition, focus, structure, all of it. it's reactive architecture. if you think you're unwanted, the world will produce evidence accordingly. if you decide you're irresistible, it recalibrates. not because it "likes" you more, but because it doesn't exist without your parameters.

there is no neutral. there is no objectivity. if you assume it, it is. that's it. that's the mechanism. you are not manifesting through effort. you are manifesting by default.

you've always been doing it.

you're just doing it badly because you think it's meant to feel earned. you think godhood is a personality trait. it's not. it's default mode.

it works because nothing else ever has. you've never lived in a world you didn't believe in first. and you never will. so assume better. not because you "deserve it," but because your consciousness is the only axis this entire plane spins around.

manifesting isn't hard. unlearning the lie that you're powerless is. but that's not a cosmic test. it's just bad programming.

rewrite it.

you are god because there is no proof otherwise. and if there were, you'd be the one perceiving it. which means: it would still be you. still yours. still scriptable.

[al-1-na]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 (req.)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Drew Starkey x gf!Reader

𝐂𝐖: angst to fluff, no sexual content

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Drew begins pulling away, you’re left questioning everything—especially when rumors swirl about him and a co-star. But one emotional night brings the truth to light, and with it, a chance to heal together.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

01 | 02

It started with unread texts.

At first, you didn’t think anything of it. People get busy. People get distracted. Especially when they’re actors on the brink of something big. You’d text him in the mornings—simple things like “Hope you slept okay” or “Wanna grab dinner after set?”—and by the time the sun went down, maybe he’d shoot back a tired thumbs-up emoji. Sometimes not even that.

It stung, but you brushed it off.

The thing about love is that it makes you good at making excuses. Too good.

You and Drew had been dating for a little over a year. It wasn’t always like this—God, no. He used to call you on the way home from set, just to hear your voice. You used to fall asleep on FaceTime when you were in different cities. He used to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurt.

But now, the silence between texts stretched longer, like slow, heavy breathing. He started replying in fragments. “Busy.” “Can’t tonight.” “Rain check?”

And you kept telling yourself it was fine. That he was tired. That he was just overwhelmed. That he loved you—he just didn’t have the energy to show it all the time.

But then the date nights stopped.

You had this little tradition—every Thursday night was yours. No matter how chaotic the week was, Thursday meant takeout and wine and the two of you cuddled under a throw blanket watching the worst movies you could find. And that was your anchor. That was your constant.

Until suddenly, it wasn’t.

The first Thursday he bailed, he said something had come up on set. The second, he said he was sick. The third, he didn’t say anything at all. Just didn’t show.

You waited until 11:47 p.m. before finally blowing out the candle you’d lit for ambiance and packing away the pad thai that had gone cold. You didn’t even bother texting him. What was the point?

What made it worse—what twisted the knife—was opening Instagram.

There he was. Smiling in the sunlight next to Odessa. The caption wasn’t anything special—just a “grateful for days like this ☀️” kind of thing—but the comments were wild.

“omg are they dating??”

“i KNEW there was something between them”

“sorry to this girl but drew and odessa >>>>”

Your hands went cold as you scrolled, the blood rushing in your ears.

You didn’t want to be that girl. You didn’t want to spiral. But how were you supposed to feel when the man you loved hadn’t touched you in days and yet looked so warm and alive in someone else’s frame?

You turned your phone off and buried it under your pillow.

It got harder to talk to him.

Every time you tried—every time you even so much as hinted at how distant he felt—he’d change the subject or wave it off.

“I’m just tired,” he said one night, brushing a kiss against your hair. “Don’t make this into something it’s not.”

But it already was something. You were starting to feel like a ghost in your own relationship—like some vague obligation he kept around out of habit.

And you hated yourself for not knowing how to fix it.

It all came to a head on a Friday night.

You’d made a stupid little plan—nothing fancy, just a movie you knew he liked, popcorn, candles. A cozy night. One last try. You didn’t text him about it, didn’t announce it, just hoped he’d walk in and feel the care behind it and remember you. Really remember you.

But he came home, dropped his keys on the counter, barely looked at you.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m going out. Probably late.”

You blinked from the couch, remote still in hand. “You just got home.”

“Yeah. I know.”

You stood slowly. “Drew…”

He didn’t meet your eyes.

“Where are you going?”

“Out with a few friends. I need a night to breathe.”

And that was it. That was the moment something inside you cracked—quiet and clean, like the shatter of fine china.

You didn’t yell. You didn’t scream. You just… felt it all hit you at once.

“Do you even want to be with me anymore?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He froze. “What?”

“I’m not trying to pick a fight, I’m just—” You paused, swallowing the ache in your throat. “I need to know. Because I feel like I’ve been holding on by my fingertips, and every day, you pull a little further away.”

His brows furrowed. “It’s not like that.”

“Isn’t it?” You laughed bitterly. “You barely talk to me. You leave me on read. You cancel every plan we make. And then I see you with her and it’s like…” Your voice wobbled. “It’s like you’re happier with her.”

Drew stared at you like you’d slapped him. “Wait. Are you talking about Odessa?”

“You’re all over her page, Drew. And the comments…” You shook your head. “They think you’re together. And honestly, sometimes I wonder if they’re right.”

He stepped forward, his expression stricken. “Hey, hey—no. No. That’s not what this is.”

Tears burned your eyes, but you didn’t look away.

“Then what is this?” you asked. “Because I feel like I’m begging for scraps of your attention. And I hate that I’ve gotten so used to being invisible to you.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he reached out and cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing under your eye.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, voice cracking. “God, I didn’t know it had gotten this bad.”

You sniffled. “How could you not?”

He closed his eyes like he couldn’t bear the weight of your words.

“I thought I was protecting you,” he whispered.

You stared. “From what?”

“From this,” he said, gesturing between you. “From me. I’ve been in this weird headspace… overworked, burnt out, insecure, all of it. I started feeling like I was dragging you into my mess. Like I wasn’t good enough for you anymore.”

You shook your head, tears falling freely now. “So instead of talking to me, you just shut me out?”

“I didn’t know how to talk about it,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You already did,” you said, the words stinging even as they left your mouth. “But I would’ve understood if you’d just told me.”

His face crumpled as he pulled you into his arms, holding you like he hadn’t in weeks—tightly, desperately, like he finally realized you might slip through his fingers.

“I’ve been such an idiot,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’ve treated you like an afterthought.”

You buried your face in his chest, your hands clutching at his shirt. “I missed you so much, Drew.”

“I missed you too,” he breathed. “I never stopped loving you. I just… forgot how to show it.”

You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other, the silence between you soft for the first time in what felt like forever.

When you finally pulled back, your voice was quieter. “You need to mean it. If we do this again… I need you to fight for me. Not leave me guessing.”

He nodded, eyes shining. “I will. I swear to you. No more half-versions of me. You deserve everything.”

You let out a shaky laugh, brushing your thumb across his jaw. “You’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“I know,” he said. “And I’ll spend every day doing it.”

That night, he didn’t go out. He turned off his phone, ordered your favorite takeout, and curled up on the couch beside you like the man you fell in love with.

You held hands under the blanket as the movie played, and somewhere between scenes, he kissed your forehead and whispered, “I’m home now.”

And just like that, you felt him choosing you all over again.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @soft-starr @k4yr14 @43hughes @cokewithcameron @psychocitylights

AN: whoever requested this you are a blessing!!! i loved every second of writing this:3

[cryoculus]

WORKIGN TITLE.MP3 ✧ MASTERLIST

from retired superfan to lead guitarist—it’s the kind of plot twist not even the fandom could write. but somehow, you’re living it anyway. now if only mydei would stop looking at you like some ghost wearing his best friend's shadow.

★ featuring; mydei x f!reader

★ word count; 38.9k (ongoing)

★ tags; rock band au, found family, hostile acquaintances to friends to lovers, grief/mourning, angst, slow burn, eventual smut

★ notes; walk with me: the title is intentional! this series is currently ongoing on ao3 but i will be cross-posting this one by one on tumblr for your consumption as well. this is probably the most fun au i've pulled off since i started writing, and i hope you enjoy reading through it as well :3c

★ header art cr; sarhiyu on x & ig

OFFICIAL TRACKLIST ⟢

✧ 01: NOT HIM | 7.7k words

one day, you're watching your favorite band all the way from the stands, and the next you're standing on stage with them. life is a little surreal like that.

✧ 02: ALL YOURS | TBA

the last thing you expect for mydei to do is ask you to help write a song. it could have been out of pity, or a means to distract, but little do you know, those fragmented lyrics will pull you so much closer into each others' orbit.

✧ 03: MORE TIME | TBA

the tour is in full swing, heavy with expectations and lingering doubts. it comes with its own chaotic moments—both good and bad. and you're still learning how to find your footing.

✧ 04: GUILTY | TBA

aidonia is in the rearview, and the future is yours to take. but as your connections with the band deepen further, you find yourself toeing across the boundaries of what should and shouldn't be.

✧ 05: INHERITANCE | TBA

a tropical island getaway in the middle of the tour is just the thing everyone needs, but work will always come before play. at least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

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[julymarte]

I keep going back to Vel and sometimes I admit I really want to make her canon with the sirens cause they are fun to draw and the tranquill nest atoll might be interesting to explore but...

I've never been all that into lovechildren and generally didn't make others for idk fandoms, but this time it felt like it could have an interesting lore reasoning with the whole Veleea fragment reincarnation

Still there are several things that are holding me back from actually canonizing her, to many it would definitely strike off as weird af ... uri'el's state as a tetra is also a big part, tetra avii are supposed to be "complete beings" but they are more akin to intersex beings rather than fully hermaphrodite ones meaning that while they don't have a perfect double set down there, it's more complex and imbalanced than that...tetra avii all sparsely lay eggs but they are all unable to hatch anything it's more of a symbolic thing, Veleea acted in a quite motherly way with humans also cause she lacked the ability to have her own children and they became something she could take care of, Uri as a cis man was turned into putty and rebuilt from scratch and found himself in this new dimension and aside from the fact that his partner is a man he should be in the same situation as her

An then it's like " it's a fantasy non human species in a fantasy world, Veleea probably just didn't know and never mingled with a human or did with ladies which has a lower success rate" but at the same time some apparently find it fetish y????(I swear I designed her and thought the story with the purest, worlbuilding curious mind) and offensive to real intersex people and you know how much I don't want to offend anyone

But I'm like.... I really like her....I tried to make an avii who looked like her to substitute her in the canon as adoptive daughter but she doesn't really resonate for some reason... Also there would be a weird age gap with her human father considering avoid age differently from humans and to be a "10 year old" looking chick she'd be 20 years old and for someone who's like 28 by that time is kinda weird.... Maybe I could make her just human then?

The only thing that worries me about a human adoptive child would be how the other avii perceive uri'el, like as someone still too tied to his former human roots while a siren daughter would have been a sort of missing link to unite avoid and humans even if still keeping the elders contrary

Unless I make like...sirens a thing possible with every avii and make them adopt one but that would not make them something extraordinary and would have probably influenced the kingdom of sky religion too giving avii more reason to NOT get intimate with humans as they find the sky cult extremely weird and it's followers crazy exalted ppl and is one of the reasons why they got diffident towards humans

And also if I ultimately keep her the way she is wouldn't it be a bit Mary sue-y? Like that's a very specific thing- chcgbc maybe I can get rid of the reincarnation part and just let her keep the looks as if veleea's appearance was "recorded" in uri'el chickenificaton as technically back then his body had 2 souls in it when it happened???

So ye I'm like here stuck staring at the wall and screaming WHY CANT I FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU EXIST BDGSGDGD

LOVECHILD AU LET'S GO I'm not usually into lovechildren and all the implications BUT this design came as a fever dream while talking about the under representation of actual sirens, i gave her some lore too, enjoy

[primamchorus]

tldr; i'm saying goodbye to something i used to love.

for a bit, i've been struggling with something that i claimed to love doing, though over time, it's come to a point where i ground to a halt and just...had to swallow whatever stubbornness i had left in me about it and accept the fact that i've fallen out of love with roleplay. it still stings to admit, because i used to be so very active in rp communities and had excitement and genuine love for doing rp and rp events.

i feel like...since i've gotten more reclusive and withdrawn from people, it's not so much that the excitement for collaborative storytelling and world building dwindled? it's more the fact i realized that i'm kind of the only one in my group of friends that ever felt particularly strongly about doing rp events.

it gets so...tiring. and lonely.

i've also felt this way about some art things, but less so because i can enjoy drawing by myself. i guess in a way, i miss being able to do some shitpost or even serious art alongside some friends that felt just as excited as i used to about creating scenarios and moments in story that felt significant.

it just sucks, and the fact that it's been impacting my mental health so viciously has sucked even harder.

it's been making me assume the worst about the people around me, and i know it's just my brain being mean. though, even if there's some level of recognition there, another part of me believes that i'm just not the friend that people in my friend group like enough to want to do things with.

i've honestly worked so hard and tirelessly on rp things that i hoped felt inclusive and open ended enough to allow people to come in -- whether they're new to rp within my friend group, or feel like they've done a lot of it to consider themselves more of a veteran at the art. i look back on a lot of the things i've put effort into and have gotten feedback on from those around me, and it all just kind of feels pointless. like...why?

why did i put so much effort into something -- and not even just this something, but the something before that when i was part of the other rp fc that had been put together by friends prior? why did i expend so much time and effort into things that feel so...meaningless?

like...i get that other people have lives outside of the internet, i truly do. fuck, i have my own shit that i have to take care of in forms of just making sure my hospital visits, mental, and physical health are taken care of. i have to make sure i meet my own deadlines. so i get it.

what hurts the most is that i've always felt like i'm just the bottom of the barrel friend. the one that is the, "i guess they're doing something that people can do with them" person.

i thought more and more about it when my partner asked me what i wanted to rp, and i literally just sat here and went, "i don't know..." and that was when it hit me that i just...

maybe it's less that i've fallen out of love with rp, but more it's the idea that i'm just not allowed to love it. i'm not allowed to have like-minded friends about it. i'm not allowed to find people that feel like they like it as much as i do to the point that we mesh well enough to do rp plots and building together.

so...all of this to say that i've pulled the events plug on my fc, and it still hurts that i felt driven to that point because i genuinely felt like i'm the only one interested in any of it.

it just feels awful.

i'm honestly debating deleting all of my rp characters off of balmung and mateus just so i don't have to look at them and all of the time i feel like i wasted.

[kaiserouo]

"Huh."

[hoboblaidd]

On a Cage of Regret

I have conferred with Vorgoth and Myrna, and our extended notes on your experience within Regret's grasp are available. But as your friend, I offer a gentle summary.

Solas could not escape the cage he built until he traded places with you. That suggests the regret at the core of the cage, however personal it felt, was also his. He recognized the impact of Varric's fate on you because he felt it as well.

It was this similarity that he manipulated, possibly in your earliest conversations. The initial denial—for your mind to retreat from the shock of the moment—no one could fault you for that. But Solas capitalized upon it, and his treatment echoes an ancient blood magic we still cannot fathom.

I would offer, however, that your escape shows the true difference in how you and Solas suffered this regret. Solas escaped through evasion. In many ways, he addressed Varric's fate as he did the problem of the Fade: a puzzle to be navigated or, where possible, denied.

But when you were confronted with the truth, you moved—as you said—forward. And in doing so, your chains of regret went slack.

An immortal life founded in denial risks becoming an endless collection of loss. It would appear that, in the shadow of eternity, a god might regret but cannot accept.

I pity him.

—A note from Emmrich

[longagoitwastuesday]

I was tagged by @pegasusdrawnchariots. Thank you very much for the tag! I'm doing this before I forget and six months pass again lol

Three ships: Heathcliff and Cathy, Jack and Lacie. No one else holds a candle to these two truly, not even close, but I love Penelope and Odysseus, Lancelot and Guinevere, Hector and Andromache, Orpheus and Eurydice if they can be considered a ship at all given they're more structure than meat, Otacon and Snake, Han and Leia, whatever Cyrano/Roxane/Christian have going on, Rhett and Scarlett but also whatever Rhett/Scarlett/Ashley/Melanie have, Henry and Fanny, Obi and Shirayuki, Red and Blue/Green, Razumikhin/Dunya/Svidrigailov, Fermín/Ana/Víctor-Álvaro maybe, Kalpas and Sakura perhaps, Dong Mae and Ae Shin I guess, Ijichi and Gojo but also Gojo and Utahime, though these two are newish and probably I should not include them. I don't even know if I would say I ship many of these things, mostly I find the dynamics interesting.

First ship: hmmm I'm not sure. Perhaps Han and Leia when I was nine? Although I got into Star Wars for Anakin and Padmé. I remember having a lot of feelings about Zuko and Katara when I first watched Avatar when I was twelve. Although thinking back it may have been Red/Blue or Otacon/Snake/Meryl, or even Frank/Naomi, back when I was between 5-9 yo.

Last song: I can't recall. Perhaps Blue from Cowboy Bebop? Or Inkpot gods by Amazing Devil. They're actually both linked to the sunrises fic, which is why I listen to them.

Last film: For a few dollars more, again xD

Currently reading: I'm rereading On the Infinite Universe and Worlds by Giordano Bruno. Also comparing two editions of Cantor's Mathematical works, which I don't know if it counts even if it implies reading. Oh and Jujutsu Kaisen! This time steadily, in order, from beginning to end. I'm always taken aback by how much I care about this thing and its characters.

Currently watching: Cowboy Bebop! We're almost done with that, though. I guess you could argue I am also still watching Jujutsu Kaisen, even if I haven't watched an episode since last August. I think I'll give it another try soon. I suck at watching stuff.

Currently consuming: nothing. I have water with me, but nothing. My time or my life, I guess, in a broad sense.

Currently craving: a better life lol Jokes aside, nothing either, besides cherries (I always want cherries). Perhaps a small pastry, pretty but not too sugary. A lemon macaron or a red bean or matcha mochi.

I'm tagging @13eyond13, @cavarage, @bluebellbanshee, @eroshiyda, @nerd-bastard, @wearileigh, @mordredsheart, @jillvalentine, @song-of-amethyst, @whatevsbla, @elegyofthemoon, @redcandieddust, @peregrintook, @cutemercutio, @xonference, @fifteenrubies, @ccprovolomies

I'm tagging everyone ever, but I rarely remember to do these and I've been tagged in things before by many of you so you're all getting tagged. No pressure, though

[micamicster]

Bruce Springsteen's third album BORN TO RUN as Penguin Classics (inspo): Odilon Redon / Romere Bearden / Max Regot Selling Company / Lewis Hine / Ulpiano Checa / Edgar Degas / Thomas Cole / El Greco

[miraclemioart]

mashing together my two teenage years interests for dopamine

[dan9a-00]

I need more posts about how similar kim dokja and aventurine are oughhh I'm gonna explodeeeee

[dootznbootz]

Sparta royal family headcanons?? Any generation.

I HAVE A LOT AND PROBABLY HAVE TO RESEARCH MORE BUT I DO!!!! >:D Thank you for the ask!!! *headbonks*

So we don't know much info with Hippocoon and how that went down yet other than basics YET or if I plan for him to be a half-brother to Icarius and Tyndarius. BUt Icarius and Tyndarius are opposites in that Tyndarius is a worrywart and Icarius is just vibing most of the time. Tyndarius is also just dealing with more stuff...they're their generation's version of Agamemnon and Menelaus in a way with how one brother takes a lot of the brunt for the other except both have a happy ending :'D )

Also, neither are the best fighters as while Sparta was pretty big on military they were exiled for a bit. Another thing with them, being half-naiad, (and being surrounded by others like them), it makes it kind of easy to tell when one of your kids is fucking with one of your advisors as they can feel the water being moved as well. It's harder for Icarius though as his children are more naiad than him. It's easy for Tyndarius as Clytemnestra is less naiad than him. Kind of go into that here, just not with the specific family dynamics :D Also might change some things

I didn't plan for naiads and naiad-born to really have scales but now I'm kind of coming around to it because I just KNOW Tyndarius picks at them and Leda has to do the whole "stop that". (might have to redo that post I did on naiads because of it, or maybe just have a poll just for the homies :P might be skin colored and just be different skin texture. idk for sure) Also while Icarius and his whole family are pretty okay about water and spend a lot of time in the water as Periboea is a Naiad and all his children are 3/4th naiad, Tyndarius often forgets that he needs to get into the water every once in a while. Leda doesn't technically need it and his children are only 1/4th so they don't need it as often.

Leda: Dear, when was the last time you went for a swim? You've been looking over those tablets for a while, I'll take over. loosely based on clay records found at Knossos :P I think they're neat. LINEAR B, BITCHES! Tyndarius: Oh, it has been a bit! Let me finish this one up before I do. Leda, getting annoyed at him scratching at himself just dumps a pot of water over him: Better? Tyndarius: Yeah, actually! :D

It's...sometimes a bit of a problem when you're a person who needs to be damp often and two of your children kind of always have a lot of static electricity :'D

I know Leda and Tyndarius have affection for one another, but I don't really have a plan for how they got together :P I DO kind of for Icarius and Periboea though! :D All I know is that Icarius being a runner, it's really funny to me to think this guy, being half-naiad, just fucking RUNS on water for funsies, which annoyed Periboea when he's back from exile. Plan for them to have a pretty happy marriage, though sadly, that's not the case for all their children :') and that's part of the reason why he tries to get Penelope to stay in Sparta as he's overprotective of them all while also desperately not wanting them to have feuds like what happened to him and Tyndarius.

Lil bit of spoiler but...Hermione was 5 years old when her mom was kidnapped and she was a bit traumatized by it. :') as she kind of got to see it happen

[undead-moth]

I know I’m being a hater and this is a 100% harmless thing that’s just a pet peeve of mine but truly one of the most annoying brands of post is “I don’t care about writing, grammar or punctuation rules. I do what I want!” And then the examples they give are. Completely in line with grammar/punctuation/writing conventions. And it’s like oh ok. You don’t even know what these rules are but you’ve decided you’re against them even as you follow them without knowing it. You are the writing equivalent of people who think Taylor Swift is punk just so you know.

[teh-nos]

in other news i enjoy a bit of sifki because they are clearly exes and you know something emotionally messy happened there but you have almost no canon "facts" to work with so you can just make shit up and nobody can tell you that you're wrong. in some ways that sort of pairing is perfect for fanfiction. you get a vibe from it, but there's no explanation for that vibe so whatever you invent to make sense of it is probably going convince at least a few people.

[pekoeboo]

might have to rewrite the story tag list post that I have pinned on this blog because things keep changing within the stories, and I also feel like changing the title of the post to clarify what it is would help too. don't know when I'll get around to doing that though. I've tried to figure out how to reword some things in the summaries but I kinda just gave up trying because I wasn't sure how to approach it, so I might just have to start some of it over from scratch.

if anyone has any tips on a good format for me to work with that's similar to what I've already written, please let me know. It'd be nice to have summaries and tag links for each story all in one place, but formatted in a way that's concise and easy to follow along :0

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

yknow what minor transient detail abt s4 is fun to me? prior to john's reveal, noel apparently assumes the KIY to be a totally unfamiliar character to them both. he pauses his story to give background info on him ("he rules the dreamlands, he's a master manipulator, etc") in a way he doesn't with other stuff. he points out yellow like "that's the bitch btw. if you were curious." which is. like he knows they were in the dreamlands. i think he knows or at least assumes they were in the pits for a while given they ran into lorick. what does he think they were doing there. just. passing through??