#the story behind me getting her is kind of wild tho

[tsubasaclones]

now HERES a girlie i havent drawn in forever

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

okay so my novel is called rebel princess

ive been writing this thing since i was 12 hehe its been YEARS since i started but i recently scrapped everything from my original draft and started over because there were plot holes and things had deviated from the original short story i made which is what made me want to write it in the first place

So the synopsis:

All her life, Tesla has been waiting for the day she gets to kill her mother. Ever since she was ten, she vowed to get revenge for herself, and all the kids her mother sacrificed in the name of a god. Now she’s 17, and the day has come to carry out her plan. Tesla knows the only way to kill her mother involves sacrificing herself, and she has come to terms with it. Her only regret is leaving all her friends behind. And her sister… Liliana. She’s the one helping Tesla, and the one that’ll have to see her die. But like everything else in Tesla’s life, even this doesn’t go her way. Everything goes awry, and now Tesla is left with a hurt Liliana and missing guildmates. Something more sinister is lurking in the dark, and it might be closer to Tesla than she originally thought… 

and i think i have an intro to the characters somewhere on my main but maybe not, i should make one

Molwas' are specialized abilities in their world that are specific to the person

so here they are:

Tesla Allaya Wilds(Winterstone) Age: 17 Molwas: teleportation Birthday: November 30 Social status: Commoner(but technically royalty) MBTI: ISTJ Personality:  Reliable, quiet, curt, stubborn, practical, loyal

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Liliana Emine Winterstone Age: 13 Molwas: Unknown Birthday: March 11 Social status: Royalty MBTI: ENFP Personality: optimistic, extroverted, lonely, imaginative, perfectionist

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Celestine Umbriel Winterstone Age: 54 Molwas: Manipulation Birthday: December 2 Social Status: Royalty(the queen) MBTI: ISTP Personality: manipulative, authoritative, ambitious, determined, cold

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Asteri Claire Winterstone Age: Died at the age of 5 Molwas: im not sure Birthday: July 23 Social status: Royalty(deceased) MBTI: ESFP Personality: outgoing, clumsy, cynical, level- headed, bored

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Royce Dionne Age: 16 Molwas: doesnt have one i think Birthday: June 6 Social status: commoner (former prince of a fallen kingdom) MBTI: ESFJ Personality: Outgoing, charismatic, dependable, loyal, confident

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Tara Theron Age: 16 Molwas: doesn't have one since she's a demi human Birthday: May 17 Social status: Commoner(she comes from a tribe where there's not really any rank) MBTI: ISFP Personality: Bubby, empathetic, passionate, fun, imaginative, lowkey ruthless

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Griffin Ailsie Travers Age: 10 Molwas: Prophetic seeing Birthday: April 9 Social status: commoner MBTI: INFP Personality: Timid, empathetic, imaginative, chaotic

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Franklin (Fatihah) Khuzmaimah Age: 23 Molwas: none since she's a demi human Birthday: unknown to the characters Social status: commoner to humans, ranked 4th out of 11 dragon families hierarchy MBTI: ISTJ Personality: Sarcastic, cold, reliable, focused, practical

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Micah Izeron Age: 18 Molwas: none bc he's a demi human Birthday: August 17 Social status: same as tara's MBTI: idk yet Personality: cynical, grumpy, teddy bear like, kind

and uhhhhhh thats the basic rundown hehehe

I have 2 and a half chapters written rn(sobbing bc i used to be like 13 chapters in with the old draft, OVER 21000 WORDS GONE ToT) including the prologue hehe

OMG THATS SO COOL

I have the same MBTI as the little sister hehe

Also tesla is so relate in wanting to get revenge omg

what are demi humans tho ? Is it like demigods?

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Since you mentioned in the notes that Gamings birthday is likely happening off screen, would it be alright to ask for spoiler free thoughts on what kind of thing happens during the party? I love my boy, Gaming is one of my favorites, and I’m curious how Hu Tao knows him (if this like. Doesn’t come up later. If it does plz ignore me)

nah no worries, it's no spoilers i think, and yeah it's going to happen off-screen. so basically xiangling's lending them her house (behind wanmin, you know how it is), and so what hu tao is doing by 'helping set up the party' is helping xiangling move furniture around in her living room and like. get food ready. i imagine they probably met bc the parlor does need a weird variety of supplies delivered to them at random dates? so like- they'd probably hire sword&strongbox n she'd end up meeting and chatting w gaming when he comes knocking on their door to deliver stuff.

i'm not ultra familiar with gaming but i feel like he seems chill enough and open-minded enough that he wouldn't mind hu tao's more out-there (as seen by the general population) stances on death and stuff, so they'd probably be easy friends, and he'd probably get to know chongyun and xingqiu and childe thru her as well. i imagine he met xiangling and xinyan on his own tho, and yunjin via xinyan.

so the party is basically hu tao, chongyun, xingqiu, xinyan, maybe yunjin arrives later bc of stage practice, childe, xiangling, most of the wushou troupe + other friends gaming has (he looks like he has too many to fit in xiangling's living room so that might be a small-er party for their friend group specifically. i feel like the troupe would throw him another party on their practicing grounds with even more people lmao) and since it's a more chill meetup, they're probably just going to eat, get tipsy, and play cards and tabletop games and tell stories; nothing too wild, really

[bestworstcase]

I feel like (different anon) half of the fandom doesn’t even care about Salem in the sense that regardless of what Her goal is? To be fair in my corner I’ve seen more individual character hatred rather than “this plot doesn’t make sense” hatred. Or ppl just saying the plot sucks without offering why they think so which is the majority of rwby “criticism”. But Salem being the key to the end of the show has been very well telegraphed since the end of volume 3. She started as this faceless monster, a creature to hate, the one who killed their headmaster and plunged the world into war. Then we learned that Oz was also keeping secrets and outright lying, so that knocked him off of the Trusted Adult pedestal (tho he has always been kinda shady but in terms of story formula that’s what I mean). Volume 6??? The Lost Fable?? Still so amazing. Salem very literally gets humanized in the eyes of our characters. She still did all of those awful things but she’s a Person now rather than an Entity. Those moments of confrontation (Ironwood’s office with Ruby, Yang while in the whale, Oscar.” We get to see her talking to her Evil Guy Crew. We see her have emotions.

AND THEN THE BROTHER GODS once thought of as entities much like how Salem was seen by the cast in the beginning. Yes they are still gods but not in the sense that at least I was thinking. They came From somewhere. And yes Salem was the first to discover they were fallible but knowing what V9 told us helped me put it into perspective

So the last arch being about fully learning what Salem wants and then, probably possibly, deciding how to help alongside with it. I think ppl get upset bc they view that as “oh yeah all the ppl she killed and lives she ruined don’t matter she’s our bestie mow” kind of Joining with Salem. When im seeing it as a more Neo agreeing to work with Cinder type deal. If Salem wants to stop the gods, get revenge, make them humble, and the gods return and want to wipe out remnant For Good, I’d say that’s a common goal our kids can get behind.

rwby is a cool show with cool villains and I enjoy it a lot and also your thoughts about it sorry this is so long

the thing with salem and the, like, common fandom interpretation of her and where her arc is headed is that. at least since v9 it’s less about resistance to the idea that the final confrontation being team rwby vs the gods as it is the way folks assume salem fits into that, namely that most of the fandom still takes completely at face value the idea that she’s selfish, arrogant, and needs to learn her lesson about the value of life and death. so you get these wild takes that the gods were assholes who punished her out of proportion for what she did, paired with this implicit idea that salem does actually deserve this punishment because she Still RefusesTo Learn Her Lesson, and thus she needs to be redeemed by team rwby proving her wrong somehow.

but like

salem did nothing wrong. praying to the gods was not wrong, reacting emotionally when they were cruel to her was not wrong, recognizing their fallibility and unworthiness was not wrong, rallying people against them was not wrong, vowing to keep fighting after they massacred everybody was not wrong, cursing them after they left and blaming them for ending the world was not wrong, jumping into the pool of grimm was not wrong, BEING grimm is not wrong, rejecting the divine mandate after ozma hid it from her for years was not wrong. frankly continuing to be a thorn in his side since then is, i would argue, also not wrong, because she’s made herself the immovable obstacle preventing him from summoning his genocidal god back to remnant to kill everyone again; it is laughably obvious that the ultimatum is not a game humanity can win. and then factoring in the part where ozma is obsessed with finding a way to destroy her, what else is she supposed to do besides live in exile. and of course if you close off every other door except violent rebellion you are eventually going to invite violent rebellion. 

so like. Salem Is Right, and seems to be taking what she considers the path of minimal destruction (the grimm held beacon but pull out of vale within a few days; her plan for haven was nearly bloodless and left mistral untouched; she made no move to attack mantle and began her siege with a grace period for her to leave in peace if the relics were surrendered), which means that she’s likely willing to negotiate methods if other less destructive paths are opened to her. her villain -> hero arc can’t turn on team rwby persuading her that she’s wrong, because fundamentally her position is “the genocidal divine tyrants do not deserve our obedience and we can and must defy them” which is, um, correct. but if they adopt that position themselves and then negotiate How i think they’ll find she’s a lot more reasonable than they’ve been led to believe, and i do not think the wider fandom is prepared for that whatsoever

[naughtygirl286]

Well yes this past Tuesday we went to see the return of the "The Ghost with the Most" Beetlejuice. I of course grew up with Beetlejuice I seen the movie when I was a kid and I watched the cartoon on Saturday morning as well. I didn't have any of the toys tho (yes there was plenty of Beetlejuice toys at one point) but being I like the original movie and Beetlejuice in general I wanted to see this to see how it was. I didn't watch alot of trailers or anything I didn't want to know too much but one thing is clear sadly Beetlejuice doesn't go Hawaiian.

Also I was told that there might be some collectables for this too but when we went down there was nothing. unless they sold everything opening weekend but I don't know there wasn't even any advertising for stuff up to show that they had anything but oh well I guess lol

Now I was interested in this long awaited sequel I was very interested in who it was going to turn out. Now I don't want to give away too much because this is a movie you have to see for yourself! but everyone was returning the most of the original cast and Tim Burton as director and I had a feeling it was going to be good story wise as well being it was written by Alfred Gough and Miles Millar the masterminds behind Smallville,Wednesday among other things.

Your basic story is it takes place in real time like what 30 years after the first? and Lydia Deetz (Winona Ryder) and is this famous ghost hunter with her own TV show and has a daughter of her own now who she is estranged from named Astrid (Jenna Ortega) and believes her mom is full of shit in regards to ghosts. Now after Lydia's father dies in a rather comical way her,Astrid and Lydia's step mother Delia Deetz (played by Catherine O'Hara) have to return to the small town from the first movie and the house for the funeral. While getting the house ready to sell Astrid runs into some supernatural trouble and Lydia reluctantly has to get help from the one person she has tried to forget Beetlejuice. Her agrees to help her if she helps him with a ghost from his past.

As for the movie itself it was wild, weird, crazy and of course funny! you are introduced to plenty of new characters and they do spend alot of time in "the afterlife" so you get to see and experience more of that then you did in the original movie.

They also answer plenty of questions one I was interested in was why wasn't Alec Baldwin Geena Davis's Adam and Barbara M are in the movie and they explain that. Also you get a funny flashback and see Beetlejuice as a living and learn how he died. its all kinds of interesting like world building type of things.

but of course like I said its wild and weird with the big dance number at the end of the movie and stuff like "baby Beetlejuice" and all the weird characters you meet in the "afterlife" especially the shrunken head characters like Bob. there is one in the original movie and now there is a whole team of them working for Beetlejuice. while watching this the shrunken head characters reminded me so much of the Goombas from the live action Super Mario movie.

The visual's were amazing! both CG and practical the soul sucking effect was really cool and I wondering how they came up with that and did it also I think this should get nominations for Production design and Make-up when it comes close to Oscar time.

but in the end The movie lived up to the original and I think it was the perfect sequel for this and it was worth the wait. So I would totally recommend this being if you loved the first one you should love this one.

[joehillssimp]

"the crazy thing about this is that I think the comics ARE Ms. Pauling's corruption arc or at least the beginning of it" same though?? i dunno what valve had planned for after the comics, if anything at all -- but miss pauling's seemingly wavering faith during her afterlife scene in comic 6 is really fascinating to me. both she (and the mercs and the audience) are unaware of what helen's planning, and it's wild to me that there's only one issue left to resolve all of it? if the administrator dies and all the australium is gone-gone, wouldn't that change canon's status quo quite a bit? the implications of it all.....

My brain can only create 3 possible outcomes for the end of the comic in a general sense. After the Administrator Does whatever she was going to do.

Everything's fucked up, but there is no war to fight, so everyone goes their separate ways, and TF2 ends. I think if they did this it would have been followed by some kind of announcement about a final major update for the game, but the servers still being open. We would be where we are now, but with a little/a lot more closure on the story and the game as a whole. Maybe it would have died if this had happened... After all, a lot of the people still dedicated to the game and keeping it alive after all these years are doing so on the hope that Valve will return to us like the second cumming of Jesus(pronounced heh-soos), if they had put it to rest, we might not have nearly as many people still around carrying the torch like the madlads we all are.

Everything's Fucked But It's Fucked In The Way It Was Before Slightly To The Left Whatever Happened Happened and Pauling and the Mercs Kept it Pushing. I think in this even there probbaly would have been more effort put into the Show, and def more into updating TF2. Like, the Administrator is definitely dead, but maybe Pauling takes her place and begins orchestrating games of her own. A Never Ending War and all. Pauling goes from being the hands that pull the strings to the mind behind it all as well. Perhaps an announcement of TF3! TF3 sounds wrong though. I would call it TF2 Part 2 this time it's just business. Maybe new Mercs? I dunno, this one just feels like a fantasy.

Same as 2 but when they keep it pushing but we still get teh radio silence so it's like right now but the comic is just complete. Let's be honest this would be the most likely thing to happen all things considered. They finish it, no more nothing, and we all go on to wallow in this merc filled mud. I like this mud tho, it's nice mud.

I don't know, like... the only things I can see Pauling doing is taking the Administrator's place and running the whole thing herself. After all, she IS the most skilled and mentally competent person there, she knows more than any of them do about how this all works, she just doesn't know the Why. I'm kinda answering this half asleep so i dunno how Brain

Also cause I don't know but this was in my brain since last week

But i think Hamilton should have been the second president in tf2 universe, his whole life is the same, affair, son dead, get shot, but he did get elected. I just think that would be funny.

[picnokinesis]

Is there a version of Missy (or the other Masters for that matter) running around causing chaos in the campervan AU, is it just Dhawan and he’s just been very busy over the years? Every time we get an appearance from Nardole or a mention of Bill and/or Cybermen, my imagination starts running wild with possibilities.

Also, while there a lot of “!!!!!” moments in the latest chapter, I’ve gotta admit there’s still a part of me worrying about the closing line of the Doctor’s first chapter 😬 - tho I wouldn’t put it past Dhawan to monitor her computer, I’m sure it’d be a cake walk for someone like him especially w/ their years of emailing.

As far as I'm aware, it's just Dhawan, since the Doctor basically takes the role of ALL the Doctors.......that SAID though, for a while I had it in my head that some of the other students on her journalism course at uni were other versions of the Doctor from the show sksksk. So, maybe there are other Masters - who knows! But they don't have the connection with the Doctor in the same way Dhawan does, simply in order for the story to work. As for Dhawan doing missy/simm related plots from the show in the story - I mean, it's quite possible! But if he was, then it wasn't something that the Doctor properly investigated, because otherwise she would have seen him (or, if she did investigate it, he stayed very hidden - because if she'd realised there was some kind of 'mastermind' behind the plot, she would have stopped at nothing to find out who that was and what they were up to). He was definitely up to no good though, that I do know. The thing with this au is that there is SO much canon content that I can fit in - to the extent that sometimes there's TOO much, and if I tried to get it all in then it wouldn't work so well.

I also have thoughts about like, what happens after part 9 of campervan which could be tangentially relevant here, but for obvious reasons I'm not going to talk about that now ksksks

But ahhhh I'm really glad you enjoyed the last chapter!! Oh, but regarding that last line, it WAS mostly just me being creepy and referencing the episode.......for the most part :)

[inmamawords]

It was a Thursday morning and a very rainy day, not like a quiet drizzle but a full on downpour of rain. The kind of rain where when you step outside even just to run to your car you are soaked. I pull up to the motel 6 on Davis Hwy, hop out of my mini van and knock on a door with fear and anticipation, unsure of if i should even be here doing this alone. My mind started to spiral of what could be behind that door and visions of every scary scene ive ever seen in a thriller movie that involved a motel. She was always quiet and I never have once sensed a feeling of danger with her before but i still didn’t really know her so rightfully so knocking on a motel door in the pouring rain felt like i was in scene in some scary movie. As all these thoughts of fear and what ifs were fueling my mind within the seconds between a knock and the answer at the door my heart was praying at the same time. She answered the door with a downcast lifeless look on her face. With 1 back pack and the clothes on her back she got in my car, every time i picked her up i felt a little uneasy in my spirit like i wasn’t sure what to say and most certainly didn’t want to say the wrong thing or ask the wrong questions. We headed down the highway mostly in silence and made our way to meet with Terri at the Dreamcenter. After meeting for about 30 minutes the rain was even heavier and the forecast for the week was continuous rain, no reprieve. I said “Ok, so where am I taking you now?” and her reply hit me straight in the gut or I guess you could say straight to my heart. “you can just drop me under the bridge downtown.” I couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter to me that she had previously been homeless for almost 3 years already I physically could not say this is where it ends. Homelessness is your story. I could feel so much hope for her even tho there was none inside her. I couldn’t be just another person to leave her abandoned and figure out her struggles on her own. Again my thoughts began to spiral and as they are running wild Terri hands her a tent and a sleeping bag and at the moment it was like words just fell out of my mouth in confidence no less “You’re coming to my house, Its pouring rain, i can’t drop you in the rain.” She didn’t seem excited but she didn’t decline either. In hindsight I now wonder what I would’ve done if it wasn’t raining that day, would it have been easier to drop her in full sunshine? I remember specifically being bummed at the rain all week because its hard with 3 little kids staying inside but now I can see the sunshine was just placed in a different location that week. Inside our home. God brought the rain so that we could experience the sun inside through painting and quality time and being able to pour love and hope into someone who had none.

When we first arrived at my home all 3 kids were running wild and I was unsure of what to really do except to say “make yourself at home”. I showed her the laundry room assuming she probably has clothes to wash, handed her a clean towel and a bar of soap to shower, and showed her our guest room where she could rest if she wanted. She took me up on all of it. Laundry, shower, nap. In the meantime I sent Matt a message “how do you feel about Lacey staying with us?” Matts reply as expected was “not good.” It wasn’t because he lacked compassion but because he wanted to protect our family and so I respected his answer. He came home later that afternoon and she was still with us at home just sitting in silence at the dining table, it was like she didn’t feel worthy enough to even sit on my couch or get comfortable. Terri had called me and told me she could stay at the transition house with 3 other women, so we went to visit the house to see if she would feel comfortable staying there. shortly after we had left to go visit the transition house Matt had texted me and said “she can stay here” but I still wanted to give her the option of the transition house. After meeting the girls and walking through the house i asked her to walk outside with me so that i could get a real face to face, eye to eye, heart to heart answer as to how she felt about staying there, i asked her what she thought and She looked me straight in the eyes and said “i will leave if I stay here.” And while i knew i couldn’t “fix her” or change her mind about running back to the streets something within me told me she just needed someone who trusted her and invested in her and in that moment i knew that someone was me. I could sense the anxiety she feels when around other people she doesn’t know especially sleeping in the same room with random women for that matter. I let her know I don’t want her to run and while i can’t control her every decision I could offer an invitation to stay with my family and so thats what i did. We left after visiting the house and picked up chikfila to bring home to the kids for dinner, there was already a sense of a weight lifted when we left, its like she realized i wasn’t doing any of this for me i was doing it for her. She smiled and almost laughed at one point on the way to pick up dinner and she immediately felt guilty for being happy. It was then i could see the shame she carried was thick and heavy on her shoulders. She didn’t think she deserved to be happy right now, without her kids, after all that had happened. I knew I wanted her to be ok being happy. She ordered a kale salad and a lemonade froster… she loves all things sweet and lemony. We sat as a family that night, sure it wasn’t around a home cooked meal with deep conversation and good manners but thats not what real life looks like for us with 3 kids under 6. In the midst of that loud, chaotic, messy chick fil a sauce dinner there was a peace in my soul about our decision.

That first night I can remember so vividly because i hardly slept. Ultimately I try to keep the best in mind and see the good in everyone i meet but everyone i meet isn’t usually coming to spend the night at my house. As far as we knew about her, she was harmless but all we knew was what we were told. Matt and I’s minds started thinking about a million what ifs “what if she hurts our children while they are sleeping?” ”what if she kidnaps them?” and so on. Writing these out now seems ridiculous that we ever thought those things because she is kind and meek, and a person who cares for little ones. Each night our sleep got better and each day she became more comfortable. By Saturday morning I was at a loss of what to do with her so I asked “What do you want to do today?” and believe it or not she had an answer. Why did it take me so long to ask such a simple question. “I want to paint. Could we go get some canvases and paint?” What a fun thing to do and it could involve my kids too. So She, June and I took off to Michaels to collect painting supplies. After getting what we needed she made herself comfortable in that same dining chair that i found her in most of the time. I can’t look at that spot at the table without thinking about her. its like that corner of the table is designated to her now. Once we got the supplies she stayed there in that spot for days painting… mostly paintings of her kids. The best part was not just seeing the freedom she feels while painting and experiencing her God given talent before my eyes but it was what it did to me. It made us sit down as a family and do an activity together, which made me realize how often I’m doing and going non stop but I’m not actually present. I go and go and go and do a million things for my kids but not with my kids. Im ashamed to even say that but its true my checklist of things to get done daily consumes my mind but after Lacey stayed with us my mind had a shift. sure i still want to get all the laundry done, all the dishes done, all the rooms cleaned (which ironically none of those things will ever be all done, EVER) this is called motherhood, nothing will ever be complete and learning how to live in the midst of this uncompleted check list of motherhood I’m realizing is the completeness. My incompleteness is my wholeness and Joy can thrive within it. I can pause, I can take a break, because it should be freeing to me that the list is never complete beaseu it makes breaks more attainable to mentally know that I’ll always be behind. To be continued…

[wodenscild]

i also send frog to tell them but they didn't respond yet even tho that was uhh like 5 days ago?

Also i believe it's late midday or evening for you, or you might already be asleep. Who knows

Australia sounds so fun, what part do you live in/what part are you moving to? I hope moving goes smoothly sometimes it can be lots of trouble . Have you ever seen a wild koala/kangaroo? Those are the second things i think about when someone says Australia

Compliment for today! I love your enthusiasm :D Or well the way you type in all caps sometimes really makes me think that. You always seem so happy and you're just so wholesome, i know i say it a lot but it's just true! You really make my day lots better, glad to know even mistakes won't change your mind about me :D You make me feel better about myself- like you have given me an ego, mission accomplished for you I guess :)

Also its Sunday i know but here's a story that happens on Thursday that i forgot to share- oops

So there was a discussion in my class who knew a friend most far away. (I think you get where this is going) people where calculating what the furthest distance was, the highest was on the other side of the Netherlands (in Limburg)

And then the person in front of me asked if i had any far away friends and i started laughing even before i got to say it- Yeah there's also a mean girl who decided to share her thoughts "She doesn't have any friends cause she's addicted to drawing" SO HAHA PAYBACK I HAVE A FRIEND IN AUSTRALIA >:D I won a bag of chips cause of you thanks for existing :D

-Mystery anon 1

I currently live in the Far North Queensland region of the country! That is the part of Australia that is just south of Niugini :] We unfortunately do not have any wild kangaroos or koalas up here- BUT!! We do have wallabies >:3 & omgs- are they so shy & adorable!! When on walks you can see them peering at you through the shrub- or as you are driving along the highway you can see them grazing or bounding along! We also have bushtail possums here, who are absolutely adorable 🥺 my grandmother would feed the ones in the roof rockmelon & watermelon during the evenings it was great!

I am moving across the country, like 5,000km to the West to Western Australia to be with friends! Cos of a shitty promise I made to an ex boyfriend, I am stuck here in my town & all my friends have moved away & I lost touch with them. So I have been quite lonely for the past year XD but WA is gonna be great. I’ll be living in one of the cities, sharing a room with a good friend. She is gonna help me get a job there, get me settled in, etc. I am most excited to have a cuddle buddy again >:3 I am also excited because the city is home to an indigenous language centre that I am going to look into maybe volunteering at! I need the work experience! Another upshot is that no one in this city knows me, especially pre-transition, so I won’t have to worry about getting deadnamed randomly ^~^

& awww 🥺🥺 i think it is important to know I am actually just an extremely excitable person! Okay so like a couple of weeks ago, I got a language book in the post- & when I got home from the doctor’s I was so excited & fanpersony that I ended up needing a 2 hour nap from my joy KDKCKSKDKKSCKKSOKSOA

But I am glad I can make you feel happy with yourself <3 it took me a long time for me to be that- you deserve it a lot sooner- truely :] because you are amazing, kind-hearted, & valid my friend!! (Funny how you started sending asks to compliment me but you are the one who ended up with self love by the end of this KDKFKSKDKSLDK)

Also >:D FUCK YEAH!!! YOU ARE SO WELCOME!! I am glad I could win you a packet of chips!! You better enjoy them for me <3 what flavour? 👀 That is also funny cos I would have no idea how to quantify who my furthest friend is? Tho it might be my friends over in Argentina! As they are 13 hours behind / 11 hours ahead of me.

Also obligatory fuck you to that person for misgendering you òwó

[actualbird]

the words "vyn horse girl" did something to my brain and sent it on a whole journey but one of the stops was the thought of vyn approaching tutoring marius like befriending a stubborn horse which is so funny 2 me. vyn accidentally (or like.. maybe not. its vyn. who is to say.) pavlovs marius by clicking his pen the way you do with a horse and a clicker LMAO

irt to vyn pls get friends

oh my gosh i said "vyn horse girl" very mindlessly but now youve activated my silly brain so it is time for me to expand because your mind is amazing

vyn richter is very obviously a horse girl and he might be applying horse logic to some friendships

wc: 716

contents: horses, which may be alarming for some. i, personally, am fucking terrified of horses (no offense to horses or horse lovers, i just had a bad time once when a horse nearly led me to my death)

canon evidence of vyn being a horse girl

hes currently (on the global server) got two whole cards wheres hes in the proximity of a horse. R Elegance and SR Gentleman's Game. i have not yet seen the story for the SR but hes on the horse. and two cards with a horse is telling, esp since hes looks to be enjoying himself. thats more times in my life ive ever enjoyed being with a horse

canonically, he has hunted before with a bow and arrow. whats the best animal to be on when doing this? unfortunately, a horse.

canonically vyn is, [spoiler for backstory] of a royal lineage. guess what royal people ride? money. and (sadly) horses!

vyn maybe applying horse logic to friendship because thats the funniest goddamn thing ive ever seen

i mean, can anybody blame him? yes he has 2 phds in psychology (uh, actually, whats the second one? psychology and...something related, surely. i'll laugh very loudly if his 2nd phd is something unrelated, like library science. i think anthropology would fit him, it's a dry verdant study). but that doesnt immediately translate into being good at friends.

very endeared by the image of childhood to teen vyn who is still surrounded by people he FUCKING ABHORS just going to the stables and reading his books out loud to the horses because he loves those horses so so much. and now those horses know a Lot. perhaps even too much. im scared.

but yes, people are not horses. but he may use horse logic because it's what he Knows.

irt to marius the skittish horse: IM WHEEZE LAUGHING. tho marius doesnt strike me as a skittish horse at all, more like a wild one. i think vyn would approach his relationship w marius something more like "horse, behave." and then marius is like "no!"

(i dont think vyn would on purpose pavlov condition anybody since thats a bit questionable, even if it is funny. but vyn is also very fond of routines so he may have accidentally primed marius to expect praise when he twirls his pen. vyn catches on quickly and tries to stop doing that...except when he really needs marius to shut up and focus.)

artem is the skittish horse thats hiding behind a stoic horse image. vyn approaches his relationship w artem (after the whole tense lowkey rivalry enemies thing) by being gentler. and personally gifting artem a peppermint plant from his garden. because horses like peppermint. artem does not eat the peppermint raw, he uses it in his cooking.

luke is a horse that looks so lovely and kind but when you get too close or harm any of his horse friends (and vyn will eventually realize that he is included in luke's horse friend list) luke will bite and kick and kill. luke is wary as well, so vyn is the most careful with him, first studying him from afar until luke gets fed up with how thats cryptic as fuck. after that, vyn is much more honest, lest luke does a metaphorical horse kick spanning from the playful ones like jabs at vyn's sleep sched to ones that can definitely fucking hurt.

mc is not a horse to vyn. she is, however, somebody he trusts greatly and he actually tells her about the horse thing. to which she finds HILARIOUS but also fascinating. she asks him how to handle the horses, so to speak, and he is very open to letting her know. like teaching a rookie to ride a horse. but, er, hes not teaching her how to ride the. the team. or. well. he COULD. she seems like she'll know more about that though

vyn the horse girl is canon.

[astvs-p1ece]

P1Harmony scenario:

Movie night!

a/n: Can someone please tell me if I am writting the boy's characters realisticly?

TW: nothing! just pure fluff

Keeho

When Keeho invited you to a horror movies maraton at the dorms, you really were excited. You were excited even when you were chosing which one was first play, but as soon as the movie started you realise how stupid you were. How could you forget you absolutly hated horrors?

You will handle this. Jongseob was the one that chose the movie, so it can't be that scary, right? Such a sweet little kid can't enjoy really scary thinhs.

"I'm an absolute foul" you thought as you were cuddling closer to Kehoo, when the silents on the screen foreshodow something bad happening to the main character. And you weren't wrong atleast with this one. The jump scene made you squeak and all of the eyes turned on your person.

– What? It just suprise me, that's what these scenes are for – you said and took bowl of chips from the table in front of you.

When you returned to your seat, you felt Keeho's hand on your side and one of his fingers was rubbing your back. In corner of your eye, you could see his quick glance at your and you wanted to say something to him, so he woudn't worry or just send him a small smile. But another jump scene caught you off guards and made you jup again.

–  Just suprise,  huh? – asked Theo.

Theo

Sitting on Theo's bed and watching Disney's movies while eating pizza, was something you could do everyday.

Toy Story was playing on a laptop and Theo was snuggling into your side. You saw this movie so many times as a child and later with your little cousin, you didn't pay much attention to the screen this time. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier and the delicate small of your boyfriend's hair shampoo wasn't helping with keeping you awake.

When you let them fell down, a sudden sound of opening the door made you open them right away.

– Oh, hi Y/N. I forgot you were comming today. What are you guys watching? – asked Soul when he enterned the room.

– Toy Story, you wanna join? We still have some pizza. – You said while petting the saide of the bed next to your other side.

When he sat down, you realise you weren't the only one that wasn't paying atention to the screen before, because Theo was snoring while now hugging your arm. You didn't fell asleep again, but at least you had Soul as your companion now.

Jiung

– How could you not ever watch Mean Girl?! It's an absolute classic – your shoked expression must be funny, but you were geniutly suprised. Jiung looked for you like a type to watch those kind of movies.

– You have so much to catch on.

You decited on that a week ago, but your mini maraton had to wait a little. You were a high school student in an exam season and sadly hadn't a lot of time just as Jiung due to his comeback.

So when both of you find some time to spend togheter, you knew what you will be doing. All the cookies you baked before were now infront of you and the first movie was ready to play, so you jump on your place on the sofa and send a big smile to Jiung who was tangled in all of the blankets you had in your house.

– Now watch this! – you were so excited you could watch your favoritue movie with your boyfried and you wanted him to catch on every detail you had noticed before.

It would be more pleasnt for him to just watch without pausing every few minures so you could comment in peace, but your face was so shiney and bright and your voice so happy while you were doing so, he actualy prefer to keep it this way.

Intak

It was very akward at first. He was your long time crush, so when he propose to watch a movie togheter, you didn't have to think long about the answer.

Just sitting next to him gave you butterflies and little did you know, Intak was felling exact the same.

The silent didn't last long and you could finally stop keeping your eyes akwardly on the screen, when he said someting about the main character's acting skills and made you laugh. He was right, even for a movie named "The Corn" they were terrible.

It make you felt more relaxed. A little after, you tourn the sound off and began to dubbed voices for the characters yourself. Seeing you being so smily and making faces made Intak feel something weird but also something warm...?

He will wonder about it later, but at that moment he just wanted to made the best voice impression of the old grandpa who looked like a carrot he could.

Soul

Your pink pijamas pants were waiting in the bathroom for you to put them on, but first you had to convince your dear boyfriend to walk you there and wait for you to finish showering, so you woudn't had to go alone thru the empty corridor.

– Please, Shota, you were the one that wanted to watch this stupid movie – you said with your best puppy eyes.

– I don't know... This bed is really warm right now, sp I don't want to go – you knew he was just teasing you, but it made you pout anyways.

– I can cuddle you after we come back if you will be cold – you said while playing with his fingers.

When you finished getting ready for sleep, you opened your bathroom' door and saw that Soul was peting your old cat, while waiting.

When he saw you, he jumped on his feet, tooke the cat in his hands and run to your room while dragging you behind.

– Your corridor is really scary! If not Lady Bug I would probably get murdred by some ghost – he said and his wild open eyes made you laugh. You tooke your cat from him and put her on your bed.

– You heard how good you are?

Jongseob

Next season of the drama you two were watching, came out this week, wich means the weekend full of twenty four episodes, you were dedicated to finish.

You heard again Theo admonishment for you, to be more quiet, becouse he could hear you even tho he had his earphones on. This only made you giggle harder, covering your mouth with hand. You didn't intented on disturbing his sleep, but Jongseob always made you laugh like this. Your boyfriend also  were trying to keep quiet.

– Maby we should go to the living room? – you asked wishpering. You didn't wanted to annoy th older boy more.

It was more convinient, but you still had to control volume of your voices. The laptop playing on Jongseob laps, were the only source of light in the room. You side eyed his face and then looked straight onto him

– Hm? – he asked without looking at you.

– Nothing you are just really pretty and funny, you know? – You could see his cheeks and ears started to blush. It makes you giggles and with your hand on his left cheek you peck the right one and lay your head on his arm.

The next were getting episode started.

[soleilnomoon]

one piece request... reader is an archer who is well known across the grand line,as the "Unrivaled archer"

readers devil fruit allows her to tranform any material into a makeshift bow, the design is anything the user envisions, they are able to make unlimited arrows.

The arrows can be used from anything to precision kills, mass attacks, signaling other team members, or distractions.

now imagine reader, who was minding their business by training in a forest only to be scouted by pirates unanimously, they get scared and shoot them, of course this sets their crew off going to offense mode. they get into battle only to be overwhelmed by the arrows going their way since its not normal.

the arrows are following them, distracted by it reader leaves only to be found again and asked the same question .

"Join my crew."

reader refuses for the first time bexause one. do you not know who i am? 2. n o?

eventually reader gives up to theur the in the shenanigans and joins the crew as their strategist.

hi hi! ty for your patience ૮₍˶ •ᴗ• ⑅₎ა it took me some time but i'm finally done <3

1k words, gn reader (no pronouns), sfw, short one-shot, no warnings - slight mention of violence but nothing graphic; reader is stubborn and the pirates even more so. i kept things kind of vague since you didn't specify any crew in particular, so you can use your imagination for that bit.

you’ve always been fascinated with the sky — with its expansiveness, with the freedom involved with navigating through it, with the way it functions as a canvas for the sun and the moon, for the clouds to morph into fluffy shapes, decorating as they see fit. you take to climbing trees early on, to scaling cliffs, to reaching dangerous heights — that rush never leaves you, it buzzes against your ears, pushing you to try again and again. you break more bones than you can count, but you continue to try — failure isn’t an option in your eyes, you refuse to remain confined.

your story isn’t unique; a child raised by various villagers, hardened by your vicious resolve to thrive for independence, whose parents were pirates that were unfit to raise a child. you don’t mind the truth, you’ve known it for quite some time; if anything, it fuels you to want to get out and explore the world, to carve a path for yourself like your parents did.

it makes sense then, that you find a devil fruit that matches your determination — that will push your abilities and help you achieve some semblance of the freedom you seek.

as time goes, your powers gain reputation; rumors soar, your name something akin to a legend. none of it matters, though — you’ve never wanted fame, nor wanted the attention that people seem to give you without thought. a solitary creature plagued to roam spaces traditionally reserved for wild animals, you’re quite at home in forests and jungles, in deserted islands, uncharted territories and seas — an adventurer whose sole goal is to ascend the expectations of the world and seek out answers to questions you haven’t asked yet.

on a chilly afternoon, where the sun hurriedly hides behind large gray clouds, you brush calloused hands over several large branches, watching as they transform into the design of your choice — large wooden bows with intricate carvings down its curve. stylistically, they mirror your aesthetic — something undefinable, somewhat crude, yet with a natural elegance that garners attention without much effort. you don’t try to hide your presence or whereabouts, so it’s not unheard of that pirate groups around the world make attempts to seek you out.

you simply eliminate the persistent ones and escape their grasp with little issue. except, this particular afternoon, you’re saddled with the task of maneuvering around one of your favorite training grounds to avoid detection from a pesky group that just won’t take the hint. heavy footsteps stomp behind you and you sigh loud enough for them to hear the annoyance in your voice, loud enough for them to gather their thoughts on how best to convince you, loud enough to distract them from your arrows that you shot just a few seconds before they found you.

they call after you as you walk off without looking at them, bow slung against your back, when you hear their shrieks you glance over your shoulder at them, glee rippling along your face; the arrows are a bit of a nuisance, which is why you shot them. at first, the pirates resist your attack — the captain laughing and loudly boasting about how arrows will never stop their crew. you join the laughter as you watch from a distance, which confuses them, until more arrows attack. realization sets in on their faces one by one — they might not leave the island at this rate.

seemingly satisfied with your work, you offer them a slight wave of your hand and take off.

you’re adept at navigating through terrains like this, so you hop over large tree roots, ignore the growls of large predators that stealthily prowl around — animals that know better than to bother you while you’re out and about. thinking you’ve lost the group from earlier, you go back to setting up targets to practice. you’re only twenty minutes in, when you hear footsteps behind you again.

this time, you approach them — anger stamped neatly onto your features, radiating off of you in sharp waves, making some of the more anxious members of their crew take several steps back.

“got to hand it to you,” you twirl an arrow around your fingers, “you’re annoyingly sturdy.” it’s impressive, actually; most get discouraged and leave shortly after your attack, but something about their tenacity intrigues you. “out with it.”

your tone only makes the captain laugh loudly, seemingly unafraid, and with a similar demeanor to you — your eyes narrow on instinct as they approach you once more.

“join my crew.”

a snort flies out of your mouth immediately. “absolutely not.” you’re not cut out to work with others; you learned that the hard way a long time ago. “i work alone.” it’s easier and you don’t have to worry about any sort of betrayal from anyone.

still, they insist. “join my crew.” and after they ask again you tug on the end of your ponytail and eye them critically.

“why…?”

it’s a question you’ve meant to ask the other captains who tried previously, but never managed because they hightailed it once they witnessed the ferocity behind your arrows chasing after them.

“because you’re unrivaled, talented, and have a mean disposition,” they say with ease, which surprises you — but you laugh in response, genuinely pleased with their response.

“hm… fine, i’ll come along with you.” the decision was easy to make, more or less; anyone who doesn’t bat an eye at your erratic behavior is someone who’ll be able to help you achieve your goals. with a hand on your hip, your eyes sweep over their crew, and you scoff. “but i’ll need to be your strategist, because you lot,” and you point at the cowards, “need work.” you refuse to be a part of a group that fosters weakness. the captain’s agreement brings an unexpected elation to you; if your village could only see you now, they might actually be proud that you’re finally making solid plans and trusting others.

except, you don’t really trust anyone and fully plan on using them to ensure that your ambition is fulfilled. not that they need to know that.

[ifwebefriends]

Gravity Falls Rewatch S2E9 The Love God and S2E10 Northwest Mansion Mystery

The Love God

Oh boy if I remember correctly this is the episode where Alex wanted to put in direct LGBT rep but Disney of course said no

Well Mabel’s rainbow sweater is cool tho

Woodstock reference!!

Damn Thompson deserves better he gets treated kinda shitty

Ok how long were Wendy and Robbie together and how long have they been broken up at this point?

Dipper remembers his lesson from Boyz Crazy!!!!!

Man remember those theories that Robbie was an actual zombie? Good times

Soos and Melody are still in contact!!

“Putting a rainbow wig on a white gorilla” Alex is this an allegory for something?

Robbie’s parents seem sweet but like a little creepy

Multibear x Robbie best ship

I want to know the story behind Love God’s necklace….

who voices Love God?!

That cook does not give a fuck about anything

Tambry just leaves her phone at the restaurant???? Bro???

A couple of Sev’ral Timez members are still alive at the Woodstick festival!!

I think that Love God and the groupies were doing some very not S&P approved things in that van

“Hippie Tea” THAT TEA HAS WEED IN IT

Alexander Hamilton has entered the building y’all!

“Oh I sure hope someone didn’t die!” Okay yeah Robbie’s parents are weird

Okay Robbie and Tambry are kinda cute together ngl

Is Grunkle Stan ordained?

Northwest Mansion Mystery

Okay this is where the Pacifica sympathy really kicks in

Okay that diversity joke at the beginning is golden

Holy fuck I hate those parents I hate that bell they treat her like a goddamn animal fuck them eat the rich

Okay we’re speed running the intro that’s cool

“The used to be about history channel” OH MY GOD

Damn Dipper is savage dude

Pacifica got Dipper some drip fr

The animators went fucking wild for this episode huh? There’s some spooky shit here

Dipcifica shippers come get your crumbs

Holy shit people fucking DIED building Northwest Manor and they were still like “yeah no fuck the common folk you can’t come in” yeah fuck them eat the rich

Dipper Pines and class solidarity

“Your kind” OH FUCK THEM TO HELL

Oh yeah Pacifica’s cunt mom was like “it’s sea foam green not lake foam green change your dress” and then Pacifica wears fucking purple and she doesn’t say a word

Okay but why would they have paintings of all the awful shit the Northwest family has done it they want to seem so good?

The Northwest parents would rather let everyone else be wood forever, INCLUDING THEIR RICH BUDDIES, than have the “commoners” see them in a bad way. FUCK. THEM. EAT. THE. RICH.

“Is this bell broken?” YOU SHOUDL NOT BE USING A BELL TO CONTROL YOUR DAUGHTER LIKE A COW YOU BASTARD

I love how Grenda’s confidence won in the end

Ohhh boy apocalypse/Ford foreshadowing I’m on the edge of my seat yall

This episode was great but yeah I guess it kinda struck a nerve with me

I want a 2-hour video essay about this episode and how it correlates to Capitalism and the growing American class divide

[watchmegetobsessed]

VALERIE - Part IX. (Harry Styles)

yall are gonna hate me for this but it needed to be done IM SORRY! also, i can’t believe valerie is ending this week, just one more part to go! can’twait to read your reactions and thoughts on this part, even though i know yall gonna be upset lmao

word count: 5.6k

SERIES MASTERPOST

masterlist

Some days it truly feels like the universe has plotted against you to make every possible thing go wrong. As if it wants to see just how much you can take before breaking, experiment how long it can dance on your nerves before you end up one of those crazy people who shout at random strangers on the bus for no actual reason.

Starting the day you overslept awfully leaving you only ten minutes before you had to leave. In your hurry you ended up putting on socks that do not match and you were forced to buy a sandwich on your way as breakfast, but you promised you wouldn’t buy packed sandwiches for a reason, this one tasted like it’s been sitting on the shelf for weeks. Maybe it really has been. 

You made it to work successfully, but then you realized that you’ve left your notebook at home, the one that had quite a lot of important information you need for your work, so you spent your first hour at work emailing different people for things you should now, explaining that you just left your notebook at home. Some didn’t really give a fuck and just answered you normally, but others didn’t shy away from commenting that you should be more responsible and careful.

This alone gave just the perfect foundation for the day. It was all downhill from then. Your boss loaded twice as much work on you than usually, everything with close deadlines, throwing even more anxiety into the mix as if you didn’t have enough already. 

You met up with Marcus at lunch, but that didn’t go as planned either. It’s been getting more and more frustrating with him, the two of you have already had at least five fights this week and it’s only wednesday. It seems like even the smallest things push you over the edge these days and you easily pick a fight over anything. It didn’t happen differently this time either and by the time you got back to the office you were fuming. Worst part is that you always have a hard time ending a fight and tend to continue it through texts, the same thing happened today as well.

Now it’s a few minutes past five and you’re getting ready to go home, get changed and head to family dinner since today is Valerie’s first birthday, but even on the bus you’re still furiously typing away on your phone, sending a reply to Marcus, wanting nothing more than to throw the device right ot the window.

At one point you decide you’ve had enough. Turning your phone off you sink it into the depth of your bag and just try to focus on breathing, because even the smallest things seem to be hard tasks in such an upsetting state of mind. 

These past few weeks things have taken an absurdly wrong turn between you and Marcus and you don’t know what to do about the whole situation. Every night you go to bed thinking that you should just let go of him, would do a favor for the both of you, but then that stupid little voice in the back of your mind tells you that if you break up with Marcus it’s game over for you, you’ll spend the rest of your life alone. It all ends up with you violently holding onto the pieces of what’s left from your relationship and you’ve been trying to figure out where it went wrong, but you have absolutely no idea. 

After you changed into a pair of light washed jeans, a bright orange sweater and your black leather jacket it’s time for you to leave, though you already know you’ll be late. With a sigh deep you decided to turn your phone back on when you were sitting in the Uber, immediately deleting the notifications about the messages Marcus left you and going straight for the few ones from Rosa, your mom and Harry. They all arrived not too long ago asking when you’d be arriving, so you quickly typed your sorry and told them you’re on your way, you just got caught up at work. For Harry, you add something else too:

“Save me a seat and order me a tequila.”

His response came quickly.

“Done. Both.”

You let out a chuckle seeing his message. He knows you too well.

Walking into the small restaurant you don’t have a hard time spotting your family, three tables have been pushed together to make enough room in the back, taking up the small, kind of separated area of the place. Rosa smiles widely when she spots you, Valerie standing on her thighs, hands on the table as she is trying to snatch one of the glasses away, but her dad is pushing it further from her grasp.

“Sorry for being late,” you huff out and take the seat right next to Harry who watches you with a smile. “Well hello there, birthday girl! You’re so big now!” you babble at Valerie who giggles at you before her attention is averted once again.

You feel Harry’s elbow poking your side and turning to him you see him nod at the two shots on the table.

“Oh, fantastic. You’re drinking too?”

“No, I’m driving. Both for you.”

“If I didn’t have such a shitty day I would question what kind of alcoholic you think I am, but I kinda need both,” you sigh, taking the first one and downing it faster than ever. From the corner of your eyes you see your mother’s disapproving look, but you decide to ignore it for now.

“Wanna talk about it?” Harry asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry, but you shake your head, the alcohol still burning your throat.

“Not now. Can you give me a lift home tho?”

“Sure,” he nods, turning back to the conversation at the table. 

You somehow succeed in putting everything that happened today behind and just focus on the time spent with your family. It helps that seemingly Harry works hard all evening to tell you about random things, just occupying your thoughts as much as he can. It’s nice to relax a little and forget everything that’s been weighing down on your shoulders recently. 

“It’s so crazy she is one already,” you sigh when you and Harry are walking to his car.

“Right? It makes me feel incredibly old,” Harry huffs as he fishes his car keys out of his pocket.

“How old are you even?” you ask laughing, realizing you don’t even know how old he exactly is. There are quite a few things, small details you’ve just never gotten around to find out about Harry.

“I’m turning 27 in February. Wild, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, you’re basically a grandpa,” you tease him and he narrows his eyes at you, but you can’t miss the little smile hiding in the corners of his mouth. 

“That makes you a grandma, because you’re turning 25 in April, don’t you?”

“You know when my birthday is?” It takes you by surprise, you don’t remember ever telling him when your birthday is.

The two of you reach his car and he clears his throat unlocking it. Seems like he doesn’t really want to answer, but your burning gaze on him kind of forces him into it.

“Uh, I do. I wanted to meet up with Steven last year the day you had your birthday party, but he said he had plans already. Tried to lure him into cancelling, but he didn’t even want to share where he was going. Then he admitted that it was your birthday party, but you told him and Rosa not to even mention it to me so I don’t show up.”

Your stomach drops hearing his version of a story you’ve only known from your own point of view. You remember that you indeed told them not to tell Harry about it, but now it seems like such a hate crime, when in real life, it was still when the two of you hated each other with passion. 

“I’m… Harry I’m sorry. That was--”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles at you, starting the car. “We left it all behind, didn’t we?”

His smile seems genuine, but you still feel guilty for being such a bitch. It reminded you how much time and energy the two of you wasted for years hating each other when you could have been just like you are now. If only things happened in a different way…

Arriving at your building Harry parks the car and stops it. As the engine stops, the silence that’s been thickening the air just becomes even more obvious. He is waiting for you to say something about what’s gotten you so upset today, you know that, but you don’t feel like sitting around in his car.

“Want to come up for a little bit?” you ask and it’s a hidden message that you want to talk in the comfort of your own home. Luckily, Harry understands it right away and nodding he tells you to lead the way. 

You make some tea and the two of you sit on your couch, Harry is sitting sideways so he can see you while you bring your knees up to your chest, staring down at the mug in your hands.

“I had a fight with Marcus,” you quietly start.

“Oh.”

“And… it wasn’t the first time. We’ve been constantly fighting lately and I’m just… so tired of it.”

Saying it out loud for the first time, having someone listen to you brings you an odd sense of relief, and it doesn’t feel weird that you’re talking to Harry about all of it. He has proven himself to be a great listener.

“We’ve been fighting constantly, over the smallest things and my… my patience is running short, at this point.”

You’re talking slowly, carefully putting your thoughts into words, trying your best to interpret them for Harry after boiling them only in your own head for so long.

“I just… I have no idea what I should do.”

“It seems like the relationship is not making you happy anymore,” Harry softly speaks up and you have nothing to bring up against what he just said. “So why are you trying to continue it?”

You were expecting the question, you just knew he would ask it, but it still brings a painful, stinging sensation into your chest as you try to find the words to answer him. 

“Because…” you breath out and slowly turning your head, your eyes meet his gaze. “If I can’t make it work with him… then… who is it gonna be? There’s this voice in my head that keeps telling me, that he is literally my last choice, that if I mess this up it’s gonna be over for me.”

“Y/N, you know that’s not true,” Harry tells you tilting his head.

“Do I?” you chuckle bitterly, turning your gaze to the ceiling before you look back at him. “Because I don’t think I do. I’ve been literally feeling so miserable for weeks, yet I still can’t get me to move on, because I think I’m gonna die alone.”

“That’s not gonna happen, don’t say that. You’ll find the right person for you, you just… have to be patient.”

“But that’s the thing. I have lost my patience. I’m done, over it.” The tears form in your eyes in just a few seconds and the next thing you know is that you’re crying. “I’ve been trying so hard in my whole life, but somehow I always ended up… not being enough, or thrown away, stepped over, left behind. No matter what I did, I always ended up alone and I can’t help but notice a pattern in it. It has to be me, what else?”

“It’s not you, okay? You just had a few bad experiences.”

“Not a few,” you huff closing your eyes. “All of them are bad. I was… I was never enough for anyone and now that I found a guy that seemed to be just perfect… I’m ruining it.”

“I don’t think you’re ruining anything.”

“Then explain to me what’s happening, Harry!” you snap in despair and Harry stares back at you at a loss of words at first.

“Do you have feelings for him?” he then asks. You can’t answer right away and it tells him a lot.

“I… I’m not sure.”

“That sounded more like a no.”

“Okay, alright. No, I don’t. But… I could develop feelings eventually, couldn’t I?”

“That’s not how it works, Y/N. You can’t just torture yourself hoping that one day you wake up and you’ll be in love with him. It’s not gonna happen and you’re just wasting your time.”

“How do you know it’s not gonna happen? What makes you so sure of that I will not end up alone?”

Harry stays quiet, her green eyes are staring right into your soul and for a moment you forget about your misery. This man alone holds such a power over you, it’s starting to scare you.

“I know it, because… I know you. And I see you. You’re literally the funniest girl I know, so easy to talk with, you always know when to crack a joke and when you have to be serious. You have so much love for others, you care about your loved ones and you’re always there for your friends and family. You make it so easy for others to get comfortable around you and you make everyone feel safe around you.”

You listen to him intently, drinking up every word that leaves his lips. Harry looks down at his hands as he continues.

“And you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful, it always baffles me when I see you.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“It’s the truth,” Harry chuckles lightly, he brushes his knuckles together nervously. “Every time you walk in, you just… make everyone turn their head at you, and I always wonder if you even notice that. The way you walk, your smile, your laugh, Y/N, you make every man go crazy about you.”

“You’re just saying that because you are trying to cheer me up,” you sniff, wiping a few more tears away from your eyes.

“I’m definitely not,” he chuckles and his eyes finally find yours. “I remember when we first met.”

“When you walked in on me changing,” you sigh, the memories living vividly in your mind.

“Yeah. I remember how… breathless I felt when I saw you standing there, your dress handing a little on your frame because of the zipper. I forgot my name for a moment. I offered to help with the zipper because I just… wanted to touch you in any kind of way. So I knew that you were real.”

“Harry…”

“I know this sounds made up, but I’m telling you, this is the truth. And I know I didn’t act like that for a long time, but I always thought that you were an amazing person and I know that any guy would be so lucky and incredibly happy to be with you. I hate the thought of you thinking otherwise of yourself, when you are literally such a delight and… just a gift to all of us. I don’t know what’s really been going on between you and Marcus, but if he can’t see your worth and can’t make you feel like you deserve… he is not worthy of your time.”

You feel your throat closing up, but you’re not sure Harry knows the reason behind it when the tears start rolling down your cheeks again. 

Because it might look like his words touched you and made you tear up, but in reality, a bittersweet feeling has taken completely over you. If this is how he thinks about you, why did he act like that when he had the chance to be with you? Why didn’t he want you to stay? What did you do that made him want to throw you out?

It’s a spiral straight down and you can’t stop yourself from falling. Harry has always been the biggest mystery of your life, and now you’re just even more sure it was something you did or said that made him want to run. 

He reaches out and easily scoops you into his arms and you let him hold you tight, face buried into his chest. You hold onto his shirt as the silent cries escape your lips. You want him to want you. You want him to mean all those things he just told you, but you just can’t seem to move on from the past even though you’ve agreed to forget about it. It keeps bugging you in the back of your mind that no matter what he says, you weren’t good enough to make him want to stay with you when he had the chance. 

***

It doesn’t get better after that night. Harry stayed until after midnight, made sure you got into bed and told you he’ll check in on you the next day. And so he did. 

You felt guilty for loading all of it on Harry, so you decided it was the last time you ever talked about Marcus or your love life in general with him. You easily made yourself believe that he didn’t really care about it and he just listened to you because he was trying to be nice. It seemed the best to just try and forget about it all. 

For a while you were contemplating breaking up with Marcus, but you didn’t have the strength to do it, telling yourself you have to give it another chance and some more patience. However it’s ending up to be quite draining, you gotta admit, but you are starting to get used to feeling numb every day.

Rosa invites you over, because she went through her closet and found some stuff she thought you’d like, so you head over not long after you get home from work. She mentioned that Harry would be over watching some kind of football game with Steven, so you are not surprised to see his car parking on their driveway.

“Hi guys!” you greet them when Rosa lets you in, the game is already on so they just wave in your way, intently watching the TV.

“Come on, I have everything in the bedroom,” Rosa nods in your way and you follow her upstairs. Valerie greets you with a loud shriek as you walk in, she is sitting in her crib, surrounded with a bunch of toys, seemingly having a great time.

“Hi there, Princess!” you coo at her, caressing her cheek before you sit on the edge of the bed that’s filled with piles of clothes. “What’s the big sorting?” you ask, grabbing a cardigan and taking a look at it.

“I just have way too much stuff, can’t fit new stuff into my wardrobe, so I needed to sort it all out.”

The two of you go through everything and just catch up while you try on what you like. At the end, you are just sitting on the bed playing with Valerie. You can tell there’s something Rosa wants to share, but she seems reserved about saying it out loud.

“So, the other day we were talking with Steven about how crazy it is that Val is over one year old,” she starts, eyes glued to the little girl, handing her another building block as Valerie works on… whatever it’s going to be when it's finished.

“Yeah, that’s what we talked about with Harry after her birthday dinner. Makes us feel old,” you chuckle.

“Exactly,” she sighs chuckling. “So then we talked about, maybe… having another kid sometime soon.”

You perk up and looking at Rosa you see the shy smile on her lips and you gasp, but she shakes her head.

“I’m not pregnant,” she assures you, but then adds: “Not yet.”

“Oh my God, so you’re trying for another baby?” you whisper, even though there’s no chance of the guys hearing the two of you. You can hear the sound of the TV up here, they have no clue what you’re talking about.

“I mean, it can take some time, so we thought we could… start now.”

“That’s fantastic!” you breathe out, truly happy for your sister. You just know Valerie will be such a good big sister. “Val, you want a baby sister or baby brother?” you ask her and she looks at you with a serious expression, holding out one of the blocks.

“Baba!” she exclaims.

“Yes, baba!” you chuckle. She’s been learning kind of real words lately and it won’t take too long before she’ll be bossing around everyone in the house.

When it’s getting late you pack the clothes you choose and head down to leave. The guys are still on the couch, but Harry’s head perks up when he hears your footsteps.

“You want me to give you a ride?”

“Um, I’m fine, don’t want to bother you while the game is on.”

“It’s ending in five. If you can wait a little it’s alright.”

“Okay,” you nod smiling so instead of going to the front door you stop in the kitchen to wait for Harry.

Rosa puts Valerie into her high chair and gets a banana for her while you check your phone just when Marcus calls you. Hesitantly, but you answer it.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi, just wanted to check in if the weekend is still on.”

“Uh, sure. It is.”

“Great. I’ll have to check again with my boss, but I think I’ll be able to pick you up.”

“Great. Talk to you later.”

“Bye, babe.”

The call ends and you find yourself facing a curious looking Rosa on the other side of the kitchen island.

“Marcus?” she asks and you nod. “How are things going?” You’ve only mentioned it to her that it’s been hard between the two of you, but you definitely didn’t go into details. Harry was the first and last person to hear the whole story.

“Um… neutral, I guess?”

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

“I know, but I’m just trying to figure it out. We are spending the weekend together, I hope it’ll help us to get a little more… settled? I guess, I don’t know,” you stammer, nervously fidgeting with your phone in your hands. 

“That’s nice, was it his idea?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s good to know that Marcus is making the right attempts to smooth things out.”

“Attempts?” Harry’s voice makes both of you look in his way as he stands at the door, seemingly confused about what he just heard. “You’re still with Marcus?”

“Harry, I…”

“No, don’t try to explain it. I thought I talked sense into you last time.” He is clearly pissed, not holding back how upset he is to get the news that you are still dating Marcus. But on the other hand you can also feel yourself getting angry how he tries to control your life.

“You did, but I never said I’ll break things off with him.”

“Well, it surely sounded like you made up your mind,” he huffs.

“Well, I didn’t,” you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

“What the fuck, Y/N! You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” he snaps gesturing in your way. “I thought we were over this!”

“We? What do you mean we?” you grimace and now you are raising your voice as well. “Harry, there’s no we! This is my relationship and it’s nice that you care, but you can’t tell me what to do!”

Harry is vivid. He needs everything in him not to burst right then and there and for a moment you think he’s gonna just explode. But when he speaks up again his voice is quiet, however you can feel all the anger and frustration behind it.

“Get in the car, we’re leaving.”

“What?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” he barks making you jump. Rosa and Steven, who arrived to the kitchen in the middle of this madness, are just watching the scene unfold, completely unable to even say a word.

Slowly, you slide off the stool and grabbing the bag filled with clothes you turn to Rosa.

“Thanks for… these,” you mumble before walking out, Harry following you right behind. 

Nothing is said as the two of you get into the car, Harry is clearly on the verge of anger outburst, but you’re pretty upset yourself. The drive back to your place is painfully quiet, but you can’t stop staring at his hands gripping the wheel. HIs fingers and knuckles are turning white from the way he is basically crushing the wheel in his hold. You wouldn’t be surprised if it had his grip’s imprint on it by the time you arrive to your building. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he snaps once the car is parked.

“Would you stop pretending like you have a saying in what I do?”

“I do have a saying in it! Because when you break again I’ll be the one picking you up from the ground!”

“Well, sorry it’s such an inconvenience to be my friend. But don’t worry, I won’t come to you again,” you snap back with a grimace and try to open the door, but it’s locked. “Let me out, Harry!”

“Fuck no, not until we talk about this,” he scoffs and it’s the last straw for you.

“There’s nothing to talk about! It’s none of your business, Harry! Stop pretending like you care!”

“I do care!” he shouts back so forcefully you are taken aback, sinking into your seat. “Of course I fucking care! How would I not?! I care about you so fucking much, how do you not see it?!”

At this point, you’re certain Harry has lost all self control and he is about to load he has been holding back out on you, while you’re just sitting there, staring at him completely speechless over how his whole being is filled with anger and fury.

“Stop fucking telling me that I don’t care when all I think about is you! Every damn day! I can’t fucking stop thinking about you, because every time my mind snaps right back to you when I’m trying to think about something else! Do you know how fucking painful it is?! See you fucking waste your time with that dickhead when I want to be with you?!”

Eyes widened you forget to even breathe as the words leave his lips and soon enough realization hits him hard about what he just said. His chest is violently waving, eyes staring straight ahead. Next time he speaks up the shouting is over, he is clearly shocked at his own behavior.

“Y/N, I-- what you told me last time, about ending up alone, that wasn’t the first time you told me all of that.”

“What?” you gasp.

“You broke down the same way at the wedding. Told me all about how you think you are just simply unlovable and will probably die alone.” His eyes snap down at his hands on his lap as he continues. “I was shocked how you’d ever think that way about yourself, because I was… I was already falling in love with you and I barely just met you that night. I couldn’t imagine what happened to you that made you believe that nonsense. I never felt like that with anyone else before and it was so fucking scary. Every time you looked at me or touched me, I could feel… the sparks. The fucking sparks, Y/N,” he lets out a bitter chuckle. “I never believed in that, but you made me feel that way. Then… one thing happened after the other and we were up in my room. I saw the way you looked at me, like I was your fucking everything and I have never experienced that. You fell asleep in my arms and I told myself that this is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you listen in complete shock as Harry is still avoiding to look at you.

“I wanted to be the person who shows you how lovable and amazing you are, how worthy you are to be loved. Like I found my mission all of a sudden.”

“Then what the fuck happened in the morning?” you ask choking out the words. Harry finally turns to face you and you see his watery eyes. He was crying.

“You fell asleep and I was just watching you… and I realized that… sooner or later I would do something to hurt you. Because that’s what I always do and I didn’t want that. You didn’t deserve that, but I just knew I won’t be able to give you what you wanted and needed. And you told me all about how you just want to be loved and… I didn’t want to disappoint you in any way.”

He rubs his eyes turning back to look straight ahead and you see his lips tremble before he speaks up again. 

“I said all those stuff so you’d have a reason to hate me and you wouldn’t try to stay with me.”

“This is literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you chuckle bitterly as the tears keep rolling down your cheeks. “Do you have any idea how fucking horrible I felt after that? I felt so ashamed for fucking weeks, Harry!”

“I-I know. I mean, I figured.”

“You made me feel unwanted and dirty, it took me so long to build my confidence back and be able to think of myself as more than just some used rug that was thrown out!”

Harry sits there in complete silence and just lets you load everything out on him, because he knows that’s what he deserves. He has tried to punish himself in so many different ways for what he did to you, but he knew he had to face you someday. Now the time has come and he is done trying to run away from the consequences of his actions in the past.

“I was blaming myself all this time, thinking that I must have done something wrong, when in reality it was you! It was fucking you!”

“I know, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it to end like this.”

“You didn’t mean it to end like this?” you snap. “You literally continued to treat me like shit for years! If it wasn’t for Valerie, you’d still be a complete dick to me! And what was your intention with this now, huh? Why did you tell me all of this now?!”

“Because I couldn’t stop… seeing you be so unhappy with someone who clearly doesn’t deserve you in any way. I’m selfish and I realized that I made a mistake, but I now know what I should have done, because…” He finally turns to face you again, you see a tear roll down his cheek as he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I’m fucking done pretending like I don’t.”

You stare back at him, breath caught in your throat and it’s the breaking point. You reach over to his side and unlock the doors so you can open yours and you jump out of the car wanting to get as far away from him as possible. He can’t just throw all of this on you after everything the two of you went through, that’s not how it works. Does he even mean it? How are you supposed to believe him after years of hatred?

You try to get inside the building, but he is quick to catch up with you, he grabs your upper arm and pulls back, but you yank his hold away. 

“Where are you going?!” he snaps towering above you.

“Home. And don’t fucking touch me!”

“But I literally just told you I love you, you’re not gonna say anything about that?”

At first you plan on not even answering, you make your way towards the door, but then you change your mind. Turning around you unload on him once again.

“You don’t have the right to tell me you love me! Not after all the shit I took from you! How am I supposed to believe it when you literally made me feel like shit for all these years, saying the meanest stuff to me every damn time we met! I was avoiding you like the plague because I can’t even count how many times you made me cry calling me names and treating me so fucking horrible! No, you are not just gonna waltz in here, tell me that I have to break up with my boyfriend because you’ve been in love with me all along. I don’t fucking believe you, Harry. So stay the fuck away from me,” you tell him and push your way inside. This time he doesn’t follow.

By the time you reach your front you’re sobbing, barely seeing from your own tears. With shaking hands you unlock the door and get inside shutting the door behind you before you collapse on the floor. 

Harry lives in delusion if he thinks he can just unload all of this on you and make everything right magically. Not after more than three years of the shit you took from him. How are you supposed to believe that he is telling the truth? If he loved you all along, how could he treat you like that? That’s not what love should feel like. All those countless times when you came home after seeing him and you couldn’t help but cry after some of his meanest comments… and now he is trying to make you believe he did it all to protect you from him? Bullshit.

It doesn’t work like that and now he is gonna have to face the consequences of his actions. 

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[daydreamrry]

hello everybody promotion anon hereeeee—

OK, sooo many things to go over. I honestly feel like all I need to say is “promotion promotion promotion” but, to ease the minds of some of you, we’ll dive into all of it.

I already kind of talked about the article but we will start with that: Olivia was obviously brought up in passing but we all know that Harry blacklisted the direct questions and it was the journalist who added in their “romance “. Like I said before, Holivia is getting clicks, and this whole magazine photo shoot and cover was made to promote so obviously they’re going to use their little stunt to add onto that. My full ask on that is here

Whether Harry meant to or not, he kind of dissed Olivia in the article by saying he likes to keep his work/fame life private, because obviously, as we know, Holivia has been anything but private. I don’t live anywhere near their “love nest “ or even know Olivia or Harry personally, and I know everything about their “relationship” —if that tells you anything lmao.

I also feel like the article was a big confirmation for those people out there who think that it’s real behind the scenes but used for PR. The man literally said those two things–his work life, and his private life–are separate. So why would he combine those things? Especially for a middle aged transphobic women with two kids....lmao.

(Also some people said the quote was from a past interview—but either way, everything I say applies because it was mentioned in the article released today)

Now, Going into Miss Cockburn following pleasing, her friend following pleasing, her following Molly etc. etc.

Cockburn following Pleasing: I mean, obviously she was gonna follow it. Again, this will be said a lot, but this whole entire thing is for promotion, so of course she’s going to follow it—she’s the other half of the stunt.

Going off what this anon said, I don’t know if it was Olivia herself, or if she was told to do it, honestly I don’t really care—but somebody saw that article, saw people were pointing out the fact that it’s basically confirmation that their relationship is fake, and was told to start damage control. She followed Peasing which completely contradicts what was said in the article released hours before she followed. And like the anon said, Molly was mentioned in the article too, so obviously they had to hop on that quick—Olivia has probably met Molly soooo many times, why follow her now? Say it with me “promotion promotion promotion”

And regarding babs following it–don’t think anything of it. I think she saw an opportunity to get her name out there (even tho nobody knows who she is) and hoped on it.

And then a little comment on this ask—hand Harry an Oscar? May I direct you to the yacht pics? If you believe he’s good at making us believe it’s real/it is real, he could have AT LEAST (consensually) put his whole hand on her back rather than his finger tips, if he’s that good at acting/ it’s real, Lmaoooo.

Now, to finish, I’m going to put this in bold because everyone who believes it/ is getting worried needs to read this. If you are going to read anything I have said—read this.

THE FACT THAT OLIVIA WILDE WAS TOLD TO/TOOK IT UPON HERSELF TO FOLLOW AND POST PLEASING HOURS AFTER AN ARTICLE CAME OUT SAYING HARRY LIKES TO KEEP HIS PRIVATE LIFE SEPARATE FROM HIS WORK LIFE, IS PROOF ENOUGH IT’S A STUNT. IF YOU STILL ARE SKEPTICAL/BELIEVE ITS REAL AT THIS POINT, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU. she has a finsta for God’s sake, she could have followed it and posted her story there...but she didn’t. They choose to let the world know they are “together” by her following it/and reposting on her main BECAUSE ITS A STUNT AND THATS THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF THE STUNT. IF ANY ASPECT OF IT WERE REAL, WE WOULDNT EVER KNOW SHE FOLLOWED/REPOSTED PLEASING.

Again, say it with me folks “promotion promotion promotion” Xx

I will also end with some honorable mentions asks that I liked and kinda incorporated a little in this ask❤️

here

here

and here

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everyone bow down to promotion nonnie.

[astranne]

I hope I'm doing this correctly.

Congratulations on 200 followers! May you gain a thousand more! :D

I have a request for the event that you are doing to celebrate: Xingqiu joins the Fatui.

SNIPPET fatui!xingqui

notes // hi hi anon ^^ thank you so much for this request, i love this idea, gave me brainrot thoughts the moment i read it :D and yes requested right, i just made it fatui!xingqui. since you didn't add more background info, my mind went a bit wild 👀 it went a bit downhill, but i love bitter xingqui, even tho he shouldn't even be bitter at all lmao. the snippet is rather fanon, especially about xingqui‘s family and it‘s members. (i almost forgot to post this 💀 and it‘s not edited, i‘m too tired for that i‘m sorry :/)

fatui!xingqui; being gifted with a vision as a young boy. the moment he showed the family head his hydro vision, his parents and he suddenly were in a higher position than before. it was nice to live without the scorn of his cousins and other family members, yet they whispered behind his back, talking about how he didn't deserve a vision.

fatui!xingqui; taking pride with the possession of the vision and as it follows with the ancient martial art 'rain cutter' and later, as he grows up, 'life ender'. while liyue's people were prideful of the second son of the feiyun commerce guild, his own brother looked at him with envy and hate. as the heir, he normally should have more power, yet he doesn't have a vision.

fatui!xingqui; looking at his own family with hidden disdain, his grandfather greedy with power he doesn't hold, his parents following every command of their betters and his brother slowly but surely starting to hate him.

fatui!xingqui; spending less and less time with his duties and studying everything useful he can get between his hands. this is how he learned 'life ender' after all, the first in a very long time. his ambition grew and grew, for why should his family, who didn't receive any recognition of the gods, command him with silly and useless things?

fatui!xingqui; telling his family he wants to travel teyvat, to research all kinds of things, while publishing his adventures. he twists his words and his grandfather immediately assumes, his grandson will grow their empire.

fatui!xingqui; meeting la signora, seeing the power she holds, vision-wise and political-wise. while he already has both of it too, there is nothing wrong in wanting more power. he straight up goes to her and demands to become a fatui.

fatui!xingqui; getting send to shneznaya, to a training camp, with la signora as mentor. she admires his bravery and sees potential in him. xingqui races through any kind of training and ascends to a the personal assistant of la signora. he is by her side, when she steals barbatos gnosis, and watches with a marbled face, how the raiden shogun executes her.

fatui!xingqui; taking the position as the 8th harbringer, now known as guan yu, wielding both hydro and pyro with his sword and polearm. thanks to his ancient martial technique, the strain of a delusion is not as strong as with other fatui, something many admire.

fatui!xingqui; not leaving sneznaya for a long time, teaching new recruits the ancient art and building his own special force. he takes his time, since he knows they will be better than any normal foot soldier of the fatui. and when he finally meets the traveler face to face, well... that's a story for another time.

ASTRANNE 2022