#this is literally the first imagery that came into my mind when I saw that op

[yuseirra]

that opening sequence though

[ladyamanda123]

You guys….my head just EXPLODED

🤯🤯🤯

Okay bare with me here because my thoughts are literally chaos right now! Going to try and take you through the ninja katana that just happened to my brain!

1. Everyone has been focusing on this album being white. Taylor wore a white dress, Taylor used the 🤍, etc etc

This has been bothering my photographer mind since I very first saw the cover. That cover is not black and white. That cover is Sepia.

Rep is Black and white…..Folklore as well (though more muted and grey than stark black and white like Rep)

Poets is Sepia!

Now obviously there is no Sepia heart emoji so it could be that simple BUT Taylor is a mastermind and she doesn’t do accidents. The Sepia toned album cover is not white and that immediately drew attention to it when everyone is focused on the white aspects (which also lended itself nicely to the Rep TV/Poets bait and switch)

2. So I decided to go learn about the history of Sepia and quickly came across this very interesting article. I started reading. Immediately aspects of this colours history started setting off lightbulbs 💡

Sepia comes from the Cuttlefish’s defence mechanism. When under attack the cuttlefish releases a cloud of ink to distract the predator and make a swift (SWIFT!!) escape!?!?

Already we have the ink tie in specifically mentioning jet black (like the octopus and squid) but the cuttlefish’s defender cloud is sepia……this album is a defence mechanism so she can distract the predators (hetlors/the press) to make her escape to safety. It’s the bait and switch. The distraction. The decoy.

This was already enough to have my jaw on the floor…but wait! There’s more!

3. Sepia’s use in photography…

This love story began in black and white…in Reputation.

🎶I once believed love would be black and white….but it’s golden (Daylight)

This cover photo is very clearly Daylight after the long and tortured Midnight….now she only sees Daylight!

Sepia has come to represent a by-gone age….

Everyone thinks that Kaylor is over and done. Just an ended friendship, a burned bridge, no longer relevant…but the act of making that relationship look old was actually used to preserve that love and allow it to be long lasting!

There’s also the very obvious photography connection with the Polaroids significance to Kaylor.

Also note the nod to 1920s….along with the Clara Bow track pointed at that era here’s another possible link to the roaring 20s

Another link to Daylight coming after Midnight…the opening of the Karma music video shows the Midnights album which turns into a golden sunlight over the golden Taylor statue. Midnight to Daylight.

So as if all of this wasn’t already enough I kept reading and the next paragraph made me scream…..

The Wizard of FUCKING OZ you guys!!!!

(Side note that we have the Blake/Taylor Dorothy and Ariel combo call back here as well! Worth noting maybe Daddy I Love Him will shed some light on this Halloween Party…we know our 🎃 anon wanted us focusing on Halloween! Maybe this evening was significant in the story!)

So everyone thinks of it as black and white but it’s actually Sepia…..yes yes go on…..

So you’re telling me to create the illusion (🎶All eyes on me your illusionist) of sepia to colour they were using a body double. A double! A bait and switch! A stand in! Like every single beard relationship and every single Karlie stand in we have been seeing lately! Blake at Beyonces premiere….Keleigh at the Golden Globes, Keleigh as the bride, etc etc etc.

Slight of hand, more illusions and bait and switch imagery to make the art work and the magic happen.

Holy Shit!!!

I need to go pass out now!

Link to the Sepia article:

[laroinda]

i just caught up to wind breaker manga (the satoru nii one) and i desperately need to rant abt it

let's start from the fact that i'm not a fan of this genre of manga. the only other delinquent series i've actually read was t*kyo r*vengers but we shall not speak about this one and it certainly didn't leave a good impression of this type of manga on me. so imagine my surprise when i tuned in to the first episode of wind breaker and i found myself tearing up by the end of it, let's just say that it was quite unexpected.

the thing that surprised me the most about this series is the heart that it has. yes it's cheesy, yes it's cringe at times, yes the premise of the town and the school is so silly it might just fall apart if you start looking at it too closely. but the series manages to build the sense of community within this place so fast and so well that i never actually found myself questioning any of that.

another thing that was a really nice surprise was how kind the series is, both with its characters and with the themes it builds itself on. the main one of course being opening yourself up and learning how to trust others. every time we see a character struggle with that it tugs at my heartstrings so much i end up barely able to read the chapter cause my eyes water immediately, especially when it's about sakura himself.

sakura, oh my dear sakura. i could sing him praises for hours i fear so i'll try to keep it short. he's just incredible. he's truly the heart of the story in every sense of the word. he's so kind! he's such a good person, even if he doesn't believe it or doesn't know how to properly express his care for others! he's so lovable from the start, even before you see him grow into the person he is at the current stage of the manga. and he keeps growing and changing and becoming the person he probably never thought he could ever become before he came to furin. and it's all because of the people around him that accept him and let him grow at his pace, even if he makes mistakes or doesn't do things exactly right immediately.

i love the slightly more recent imagery of comparing him to a plant that started to grow since he joined furin. it started in the stretch between the keel arc and the red lights district arc when he decided that furin is the place that he belongs in and we saw a little sprout, but i feel like it's gonna come to full fruition in this arc. it's pretty clear to me considering that endo literally compares him to a flower and his whole thing is to try and set sakura on fire (metaphorically of course... i hope). it's probably gonna be contrasted to umemiya who's literally a gardener and under whose care and leadership, directly or not, sakura was finally able to grow because he was nurtured by those around him. in this case the main person who allowed that to happen would be umemiya as he's the one who made furin into what it is now. also, i've seen quite a lot of people be worried (?) about sakura potentially going with endo to protect furin but idk man i don't think that would happen. the angst potential is incredible but he was literally calling out that girl in the red lights arc (i'm sorry i forgot her name, it slipped my mind cause i've read like 90% of this manga in two days) for... basically doing just that. giving herself up so that others could be safe without thinking about their feelings. i feel like he's probably gonna take that lesson and apply it here.

speaking of which, i love this whole theme of passing down knowledge and advice on how to handle things that are new to you. first it's kotoha telling sakura that he needs allies to be at the top of furin, that he should start facing people that want to be there for him and even the small things like telling him to just say "leave it to me" when someone asks for help. and then, in the keel arc, he uses the same advice he was given before and gives it to someone else who's also struggling with quite similiar things to him. then there's him learning how to rely on other boys in his class and going to kaji for advice, who's very clearly meant to be kind of a parallel to sakura. kaji's went to somewhat similiar things, he's just further down the path of figuring out who he is, what he can and can't do that sakura is (or at least that was the case when they talked). so he gives sakura advice, one that was given to him before by hiragi when he was struggling as a newly made grade captain who felt like he was wholly undeserving of the trust that people placed in him and felt like he's gonna dissapoint them. he knows exactly what sakura is struggling with so he can help him the way he was helped before, the same way that sakura helped nagato before.

i have a lot more thoughts about this series but they are not sorted out in my brain in any way yet so i'm not gonna say anything more cause this on its own is messy as hell

[nalyra-dreaming]

hi there! :-)

i’ve been seeing a lot online lately about louis hallucinating lestat’s presence while he and claudia are in europe. i’m reading the series at the moment (just finished qotd) and i don’t recall anything in the books about it? i was just wondering if i missed something somewhere 😊😊

Hey!

.... Maybe?^^

It's in "IWTV", during Louis' and Claudia's travels through Eastern Europe:

"And in despair the recurring fear that we had killed the only other vampire like us, Lestat. Yet it seemed unthinkable. Had he possessed the wisdom of a sorcerer, the powers of a witch...I might have come to understand that he had somehow managed to wrest a conscious life from the same forces that governed these monsters. But he was only Lestat, as I’ve described him to you: devoid of mystery, finally, his limits as familiar to me in those months in eastern Europe as his charms. I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face—not as it had been the last night in the re, but on other nights, that last evening he spent with us at home, his hand playing idly with the keys of the spinet, his head tilted to one side. A sickness rose in me more wretched than anguish when I saw what my dreams were doing. I wanted him alive! In the dark nights of eastern Europe, Lestat was the only vampire I’d found."

Louis thinks of Lestat often through the second half of the book, just a few examples here:

"Flee to that, I thought, flee all that is pulling you. And again came that thought: I have wronged Lestat, I have hated him for all the wrong reasons. I whispered it now, trying to withdraw it from the dark, inarticulate pool of my mind, and the whispering made a scratching sound in the stone vault of the stairs."

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"How would Lestat have found it? Had he been here? What had caused him to leave?"

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"And I could remember the night Lestat first came to me, how his eyes seemed to burn, how his white face gleamed."

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"And yet through this sadness, this confusion, came the clear realization: Why should it be otherwise? What had I expected? What right had I to be so bitterly disappointed in Lestat that I would let him die! Because he wouldn’t show me what I must find in myself?"

---- "I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat’s iridescent eyes, that I’d sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water. “What would Christ need have done to make me follow Him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with. And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair."

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These are all pre trial. :) (There's more, where he recalls his voice, for example.)

The show heavily builds on that, and the later evident yearning, as well as the religious imagery that permeates the books.

The show as a visual medium of course makes some things only hinted at in the book literal.

But I still think it fits very well to give us the frame of mind Louis tells of in the book.

[sentientgolfball]

Origin

I was supposed to be having shower thoughts about a short story I have to write for one of my classes. Instead, I came up with lore about the Pits, ghouls, and how the Ministry came to be.

I blame this on Zenith being released...anyways have fun with this :3

Tags: religious imagery, small themes of religious guilt, small descriptions of Hell and ghouls as literal demons

Ghouls are unique.

The ghouls we know today are nothing like how they started. They were once simple nature spirits, drifting through every plane of existence providing all with the gift of their element.

The ghouls we know now came about after The Fall. When Lucifer filled the void he had been cast into with an explosive amount of energy to create Hell and Pandemonium. Some of these nature spirits got caught. Their essence changed, filled with the infernal magick Lucifer and the other Lords exuded. They became creatures of Hell.

They were the first beings that existed in the Pits other than the Fallen. The Morning Star took an immediate interest in them. He had created life without even intending to, a feat that only God Himself had been capable of doing. This gave Him an idea. He observed the ghouls, learned who and what they were.

He took what the knowledge he gained and decided He would create His own version of man. If God had creations in His image then so shall the Morning Star. He created something entirely new from what he learned from watching the ghouls in the wilds of Hell. He created multi-ghouls. He would give them the ability to harness each element to give them true free will. He even gave them an element yet to be truly discovered. The element that came from man. Spirit. Soul. Quintessence. He took the souls of man and threaded stardust into them before giving it to His multi-ghouls. A piece of Him in each one of them.

Hell began to fill. Human souls began to arrive, given to Him as a form of punishment. At first, when He looked upon these creatures he agreed. The acts He saw in their lives were heinous, worse than anything the Devil Himself ever did. But as more began to arrive he started to notice the ones who looked like Him. Abandoned by their god because they used the gift of free will. Because they lived how they wanted, loved how they wanted. Because they couldn't handle the cards they had been dealt by their own creator. The Morning Star cried for these souls. In His anguish, He decided He would give them a gift. He took those who died young, with guilt, with shame, with the idea that they deserved damnation and gave them another chance to truly live. He took the mold He used to make the multi-ghouls and refreshed it. He created quintessence ghouls.

He eventually became distracted, though. Hell was now filled with humans, The Fallen, demons, and other creatures of the void. He became caught up in trying to be the Lord these beings never had, the one they deserved. The ghouls wandered in packs in the Wilds. But as eternity went on they became different. Multi-ghouls were no longer revered for being His first creation, they were now chased out. Seen as more of a burden without magick strong enough to properly survive in the Wilds. Quintessence ghouls became things of myth, but also a great source of fear. Their innate human desire to survive bled through. A ghoul knew you would never be seen again if one decided to hunt you. They used their magic to bring their victim's nightmares to life. They used their magic to control the mind and body.

Ghouls began to appear at Pandemonium begging to join the legions of Hell. Searching for a life outside of the Wilds. Lucifer was consumed by guilt at the sight of the creation He loved. Of the creation He forgot. He gave ghouls status. He made them the guards of Pandemonium, of His throne. But at this point, the population was too massive to give to all. This is how ghouls became the first demons, besides the Lords themselves, to leave Hell. Lucifer appeared before His most loyal followers on Earth and taught them about ghouls. Taught them how to summon each kind. If He could not give them a life worth living, then He would provide them with the opportunity.

At first, ghouls would be summoned and then returned to the Pits when their task was complete. Stories of life Topside spread through ghoul culture like fire. Everyone wanted the chance to be chosen by the magick. Then something strange began to happen. Ghouls would be summoned but never returned. Eventually, it got to the point The Morning Star Himself noticed. When He searched the Earth for the missing ghouls he discovered a group of humans calling themself The Clergy. He discovered these humans were creating a ministry in His honor to worship and to provide refuge for those who had already been cast out but had yet to cross into the next life. But that's not what caught the Morning Star's eye. No, what caught His attention was the way these humans treated His ghouls, His creations. They honored them as blessings from the Dark One, but what really caught Him was how these humans treated the ghouls as equals. As humans. He found the one who had been tasked with the summoning of the ghouls. A man with the name Emeritus. He gave this man His infernal blessing and dubbed him and his bloodline the leaders of this ministry these humans were creating.

He still watches the Ministry in the present day. He sends his infernal support when they need it most. He sends His gifts when they grow, spreading His word. The ghouls known as Alpha, Delta, and Omega were gifts from Lucifer Himself to show his approval of their so-called Ghost Project. The Hellhounds that guard the land where the Ministry stands are His blessing to keep His followers protected. He is satisfied knowing His creations found their purpose.

[pseudonymphomania]

If you haven't already answered it (I can't find your FAQ >A< My tumblr literacy is GONE!) it's been on my mind since I first saw your username. Is it Pseudo or Pseudonym? What is the story behind it too?

Thank you for asking! ISTG my tumblr has been under construction for so long that I keep forgetting I actually have to construct it. Let this be the first thing I link to for my FAQs because it comes up often.

I went through many name changes over the years as a fan of things, but the time came when I could no longer be contained by the label Enjoyer and finally evolved into my ultimate form; Creator.

I started playing god back in the grand old times of February 2023 (this blog was created around March 2023 in the midst of me writing my first story so I could make press-releases about it because having-fun-is-an-all-ages-activity). This was before I thought I could even make art; I was purely a writer and not a very good one at th I was pretty decent at it.

There are a few things going on with my username. Pseudonym (fictitious name), and Nymphomania (excessive sexual desire), and together Pseudonymphomania is fictitious excessive sexual desire (because I write smut haha). I'm on the asexual spectrum and the process of writing enables me and others to experience it theoretically (you can even say Fictitiously).

In terms of what kind of fan I am, I veer on the silly side of things. I am a purveyor of comedy and I often make literary or meme references or a mashup of the two. On the flip-side, I'm also an essayist and fan-academic. A Pseudonym is something that is used in the writerly world and especially in the fan space, so why shouldn't I be a little silly and call-back to it?

The real question is, what the fuck I decided to use as my icons back then:

Since I wasn't a digital artist until after I finished my first story, I used Canva and free assets to create my first one. I had a kind of bland beige background with four different coloured hands reaching toward a strawberry ice cream cone. The ice cream is phallic imagery, especially with the pink head making it look like a peen. I used a serif font (evokes an image of classic literature) for the username. And it was a visual travesty.

I soon refined my taste and I made a second pfp with an all-white background to imitate the pages of a book. For clarity, I used a sans-serif font for the username this time and curved it into a circle, added two hands grasping it like looking into a crystal ball (the process of writing). The ice cream is dripping/melting [.............] and there's a little heart (universal visual for love) at the tip of it, acting as a sprinkle (representing "Prn with Feelings", an AO3 tag)

The thought process behind this kind of nonsense is what you can expect from me for literally everything. I've since stopped using cryptic symbolism and just use my own art, but that doesn't mean I stopped being ridiculous.

If you've seen me in the other places I hang around and wonder why it's not Pseudonymphomania everywhere even though I sign all my works as that...

PseudonymFanfic (Reddit): Created April 2023. Character Limits for username. At the time, I was only a writer. I couldn't change it after.

PseudonymDicks (Twitter): Created March 2023. Character Limits for username. Used to be called PseudonymFanfic like my Reddit and hosted all my works, including SFW and NSFW) until I was shadowbanned for containing too much flavor and never taken off it. This became NSFW only and my name changed to Dicks to reflect that. PseudonymDicks is also what I'll be using for my NSFW patreon when I get that set up, unless there's a restriction on that kind of naming that will force me to be PseudonymDix or something, oh my lords. Please no.

PseudonymWorks (Twitter): Created January 2024. SFW and Suggestive works only. The second twitter exists because a tree falling in a forest should be heard by someone who wants to harvest the firewood. PseudonymWorks is also what I'll be using for Etsy, Kofi, Patreon, etc. when I get those set up.

I continue to be Pseudonymphomania on here, AO3 and Bluesky and wherever else I am not limited by how long my name is that everyone knows who I am but nobody knows how to spell my name. (The mirth this gives me feels delightful)

"How are you so prolific?" Obsession. Some things become a catalyst for improvement that you will never see coming. How could I predict liking DiaLuci so much that it would spawn a million works from my abused hands when I originally started playing Obey Me for a whim and a lark?

Fandom is an island in Hell and I am determined to enjoy it.

I hope you enjoyed reading my personal lore. Thank you for being here. :)

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

“I see your darkest fears…”

[TWST AU]: You can’t escape from your fears…

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, there seems to be another variant from the Valorant universe, but this young agent can see more than common horror.

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu

[A/N]: Hey everyone! It’s been a while since my last MC/Yuu variant post and pretty sure you’re starving for more content. Before you read this one, I have a confession to announce. When I posted my first Agent!MC/Yuu: Agent Deadeye, this Valorant agent, Fade was my first choice but back then, I didn’t know much of her or the game’s lore. After some research and gameplay by others, now I can finally post about a variant with her Radiant powers.

[TW]: Nightmares and some descriptions of imagery may be sensitive.

[Helin and ARB4 - KARALIGIN]

“Hazal!”

“MC/Yuu!”

MC/Yuu Eyletmez or by alias, Agent Shatter was recently recruited to the Protocol and surprise! They’re Fade’s younger cousin.

Fade was understandably displeased after finding out that a family member of hers joined into a job that could lead to a darker end.

What’s even more worrisome was that MC/Yuu has similar Radiant abilities like their cool older cousin.

They promised to be careful when using their powers and avoid being shot at during missions.

So the Nightmare Duo was born.

Two sleep-deprived agents having their own prowlers gettin’ zoomies at 3 a.m.

Everything seemed okay at first, until their last mission.

During a mission in Lotus, MC/Yuu fell into the water after getting shot at while they called Fade out for help.

They went unconscious due to blood loss and their vision went dark.

…

Grim: *Running away from the awakened Agent Shatter*

How did Grim become the one to run away?

It happened when after Agent Shatter was freed from the confines of the coffin they were trapped in, this Nightmare Radiant already became defensive and unleashed their Prowler to scare off who or whatever could get them.

Grim was the unfortunate one to witness something so horrific and just bolts out of the room.

They ran out, trying to find a way back home.

They come across different rooms and areas of NRC.

They only stopped when Crowley found them, mistaken as the new student.

Agent!MC/Yuu: I’m sorry, but I’m not a student-

Crowley: Clearly, not yet.

Then they were dragged in the dorm selection ceremony which was about to end.

The Dark Mirror viewed Agent Shatter and sensed something dark within them.

The young agent asked if they can leave when they were literally risking their life during a mission.

Then Grim came in, disrupting the ceremony and demanded to be accepted as an NRC student.

Chaos ensues with Grim flaming up the room and both Riddle and Azul were chasing after the little menace.

Agent Shatter summons out their Prowler out to catch the feline troublemaker.

Except some students unfortunately got affected by the Radiant’s powers and they screamed, panicked, trying to escape from their worst fears.

Even some of the Dorm Leaders were caught.

They saw utter horror within themselves, ready to be unleashed.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Bad Prowler! Get over here! *Summons it back to them*

Crowley: Young one. You should control your two familiars and cannot barge in like that-

Agent!MC/Yuu: Familiars? That flaming cat isn’t mine and my Prowler is part of me. Who are you and why am I here?

Crowley: You’re not a new student?

Agent!MC/Yuu: I’m a VP agent, working for the Valorant Protocol. Did the VL capture me and have their Fade manipulate my nightmares?

Crowley: *Completely lost of their conundrum* What is a VP agent?

Agent!MC/Yuu: You never heard of Valorant? Where am I and what world did I fall into?

Crowley: Night Raven College, Twisted Wonderland.

Agent!MC/Yuu: …Fade is gonna kill me.

[During Chapter 4]

Jamil: Why don’t you stay? *Uses his Unique Magic on MC/Yuu*

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Disappears from his view*

Jamil: Huh?

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Grabs him from behind and uses their powers to manipulate Jamil’s worst nightmares*

[His mind led to seeing himself chained against his will and reminding him he’ll never escape the status he and his family have while serving the Al-Asim Family.]

Jamil: *Wakes up in his bed covered in cold sweat* *Sighs* It’s only a nightmare.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Are you sure about that?

[The whole dorm woke up from the scream of the Vice Dorm Leader]

[Ramshackle]

[The First Years and MC/Yuu were having a sleepover, but something disturbs the peaceful atmosphere.]

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Screams bloody murder in their sleep*

[Everyone jolts up awake from the unexpected.]

Grim: *First to wake up* Hench-human?!

Jack: *Follows up* MC/Yuu?

Epel: What? Someone dyin’?!

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Quietly crying* I-I…I saw darkness…

Deuce: Hey, MC/Yuu. It’s okay. Nothing’s gonna get you.

Agent!MC/Yuu: You don’t understand. I saw what will happen in the future. Everyone will be gone…

Jack: Gone?

Agent!MC/Yuu: I saw everyone here and back in my world, something will happen tragically. I could smell blood and the Blot from these visions. I…Surrounded by people of our loved ones. They’re gone.

[Everyone was concerned for their friend and what they saw in their nightmares.]

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[Med Bay]

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Sits up in a panic and looks around their surroundings* Wait…I’m back?

Fade: You’re finally awake.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Hazal, I’m sorry- *Uncharacteristically has arms wrapped around them*

Fade: *Hugging them* Don’t scare me like that again. Sage was able to heal you, but you were in a coma for months.

Agent!MC/Yuu: I’m fine, Hazal. I’m glad to be back away from the nightmares I was having.

Fade: *Concern now* What nightmares?

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Flashback to everything back in TWST* I saw too many colors, that’s all.

✨[Reblogs helps creators and creates for more content]💫

[primordyalsoul]

What made you pick up this character?

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

Which song do you feel describes your character the most and why?

@solarisgod || canon questionnaire !

What made you pick up this character?

The Rei brainrot simply took root the moment I saw her on screen. I'm not entirely joking bc when I first started watching eva I was quite quickly drawn to Rei because of the big air of mystery that surrounds her; visually she's very distinct from other characters bc of her hair and eye colours, and compared to the others she has less screen time and far less dialogue. Ofc this is intentional to some extent as we're not supposed to know about Rei's origins till much later, but I was just fascinated by how Rei was so central to lore and mystery of E.vangelion but often not explored as often as others, or put in the peripheral of scenes. BUT the scenes we do have when we get explicit insight into her thoughts and feelings are so so fascinating and lonely and heartbreaking that they stuck in mind often, long after I finished watching the series + the movie. I just couldn't stop thinking about how Rei never had a chance at living; as someone literally created from the hubris and grief of others, someone who was never supposed to be, she's trapped in a cycle of being used, constantly struggling to reconcile any semblance of identity because she's only ever a vessel for people's projections. And most of the time she's very resigned to this, but the brief glimpses of her suppressed feelings, particularly her anger at the whole situation really broke my heart, and I really really just wanted to try my hand at exploring this character who so rarely got to voice herself.

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

My friend convinced me to watch it lmao. I very vaguely remember watching something from the eva franchise when I was around 13/14, but I can't remember what it was, all I remember was being confused JKGFFKL But yeah I'd been aware of eva because it is so popular and referenced a lot in other things, but my friends recommendation pushed me to finally check it out, so I'd watch episodes and message him my reactions as I watched. I find it funny bc I would ask so many questions and he couldn't tell me shit without watching, he'd just send :) smiley faces as I came up with my own theories, and now I do the exact same to my other friends I rope into watching it HJKKL

Which song do you feel describes your character the most and why?

GOD there are SO MANY songs that I associate with Rei or make me think of her ( shameless plug of my playlist for her ) , but one that makes me lose my mind in particular is Autoclave by the m.ountain goats. The metaphor of the heart as an autoclave, a self-locking pressure chamber, struck me as so reicore because for all the introspection she does, a lot of the time she struggles to understand her own feelings, her own heart, and deep down she's frightened of of doing so because she's scared to confront the 'ugly' parts of her - all the anger and anguish and resentment she buries deep down which, if realised with her ability to literally wipe out humanity, could be dangerous. That sort of destructive, apocalyptic imagery is pretty ripe in this song: "Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes/ As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize", "I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam", "And I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn/ And there's no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn" It very much makes me think of Rei leading up to instrumentality, coming to terms with her inevitable 'death'.

[spider-sense-and-sensibility]

I know I wasn't tagged but I wanted to think about this - thank you @ladyaj-13 for asking anyone to participate! :)

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

here we go! I literally just made a list of the first 10 14 books I thought of (and then whittled)

'A Prayer for Owen Meany' by John Irving

I read this in school and it really really struck me - I like things to have meaning, for puzzle pieces to slot together, for metaphors to hit home, and to hear a whole life story, and this book really told the whole story of Owen Meany. That so many things had to happen for the climax of the book to succeed is just so many things slotting together in a satisfying (and sad) way. I've read it a few times since and it means something different each time.

'The Hunger Games Trilogy' by Suzanne Collins

I have never before nor since felt like I visualized a book so thoroughly and completely that I actively set out to do costume plates for all the characters when I first read them. Like I researched stuff and made figure base drawings for all of them and got about 30% through and then the movie came out and I lost it. But truly I saw this so clearly in my mind so kudos to Suzanne for describing stuff so in tune with my brain.

'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald

I never had to read this in school, and so it was the first "classic literature" book I read of my own accord. The imagery really does hit you and I can still picture moments in the book as well as the ever present billboard looming over it all.

'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' by Mark Haddon

I still think about the way the inner commentary in this book is laid out and how it felt like the way I thought sometimes and yet sometimes so differently. I have a brother on the spectrum and we talked about it and it really just put some stuff into perspective,both in things it got right (for him) and not. Not to mention just being a great mystery book.

'The Princess Bride' by William Goldman

I think this may be the book I have laughed or smiled the most while reading. It is just so funny and the commentary he gives on this "abridged" version of this "famous novel" is just great. And while the story is similar to the movie they are totally different experiences and both excellent in their respective formats.

'Mudlarking: Lost and Found on the River Thames' by Laura Maiklem

I love London. I love social history. I love the history of everyday people and objects. I love collections. I love little treasures of all kinds. I love bodies of water. And this book manages to mix all of those in a wonderful meander down the Thames, telling the history of Londoners as well as the author along the way. I have also mudlarked myself (before it got as complicated as it is today) and it is truly just wild to reach down on the shore of a river and just find pieces of Victorian pottery or Roman roof tiles or animal bones from the 18th century.

'Calvin and Hobbes' by Bill Watterson

Along with reading the strip every Sunday in the paper, we had the collections of comics in our house growing up and I would POUR over them constantly. I think a lot of my humor and some of my social consciousness even stems from reading Calvin and Hobbes.

'The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales' by Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith

I enjoy stories that take familiar tropes or tales and twists them in clever ways, and I think that was born with this book. I loved it as a child. There was humor and silliness threaded throughout - in the endpapers, in the commentary, written really small and really large and it is just such a fun book to read.

'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold

This was a really intriguing look at the afterlife and what it could be, and what it could mean, and the sense of watching life move on without you. I've read it on 3 different plane rides for some reason because it does really draw you in and I still can picture so many little moments from the novel.

'The Poisoner's Handbook' by Deborah Blum

This was a fascinating look at the exponential growth of forensics in 1920s New York, as well as Prohibition and crime in the city and the lives of working people. I never realized just how much literal poison people were willing to put in their bodies to get drunk (although the alcohol we drink today is also technically poison...) and also how much corruption existed (exists) in New York politics. I like true crime to some degree and this was a great story about poisons but also about the two dudes creating and running the forensic laboratory.

Phew! Honorable mention goes to the Baby-Sitters Club for being my personality for a few years, the Series That Shall Not Be Named that was a huge part of me and my siblings lives growing up, a Danielle Steele novel that I read secretly at 11 where the *imagery* realllllly stuck with me, and Sherlock Holmes, where I couldn't pick a favorite but I just like to imagine that Vincent Starrett poem "Here dwell together still two men of note / Who never lived and so can never die...Here, though the world explode, these two survive / And it is always eighteen ninety-five". Also to The Martian and The Perks of Being a Wallflower for being two books I read in one sitting that I can remember at this moment. Books are awesome!

(I'm not a good tagger because I get self conscious but feel free to do this yourself!! Anyone who wants to!)

[lucy-the-cat]

hi! same anon from the backup blog a couple days ago :)

first, when i was reading the time-travel fic, i was wondering how if elara can’t read mavens mind, how is it that she was able to hear him think about coriane during the beginning of the queenstrial? second! i just wanna say that the scene in lovers curse where mare physically fights cal to stay in the palace and goes so far as to call out for maven was literally everything to me. i audibly gasped when i read it. words cannot explain how much i love it. lastly, if you can have any of your scenes from ur writings be illustrated, what would they be? or what scene did you envision with the most clarity?

anyways, i’m about to take my second to last final, and thank you for the well wishes! i hope your day is going well

I squealed when I saw this. About the time travel fic, Mandy said she couldn't read anything that could alter the present, so she can read thoughts that sync to what he had originally been thinking. If Elara couldn't read his mind at all, she'd be fucking panicking. That's what Mandy says, anyway ;)

Yeah, that scene is pretty epic, and there's more where that came from, trust me. If I had to pick a scene to be illustrated, it would be the break into three of a WIP called Newblood Queen (4 book series, hopefully) where Newbloods rule, Reds are still oppressed, and Silvers exist in a hazy space in between. I haven't written most of it, but I do have this excerpt from the end:

Mother taught me to never kneel.  To never make myself small to appease another.  But when my knee hits the dirt, it doesn’t feel like a loss.  Nor when I take her hand, trembling, yet undaunted, a queen forged in the flame of a kingdom sieged.  The skin of her knuckles doesn’t taste like weakness.

It tastes like freedom.

“I’m sorry.”  An admission, one that burns me from the inside out.  “I failed you.”

I just need to see Mare's stunned expression, and Maven's resolve, how they're both so overwhelmed by emotion, and the need to be strong at their weakest moment. (They've been thrown in the dungeons, btw). The imagery is so potent I can taste it

As for published work, the winner would have to be the climax of Lover's Curse, which I won't spoil, but also involves Maven getting on his knees lol

Not a scene, but I've always loved the idea of someone drawing a picture of Mare for each section of Red Ruse. The Girl would have her in a princess ballgown (lavender, of course) with red blood dripping down her shoulder from the knife she slashed in it. The Snake would have her in Calore colors, a tight fitted evening dress with the red slithering like a snake. The Bride would have her in a nightgown with hollow, haunted eyes, and The Queen would have her with a torn wedding dress and lightning crackling from her fingertips.

As for most vivid, it's uh, I'm such a fucking lesbian it's this paragraph from chapter six:

I seize his hands, rolling until I’m on top.  My shoulders are bare but for my bra straps, and I nibble his ear.  “I could kill you.  I could wrap my hands around your pretty neck and squeeze until you burst.”  I unclasp his flamemakers.  “Would you let me?”

Mare's hot okay

[vivacissimx]

Hiiiiiii your reader from ao3 hera ✌First of all, i want to say i love “love doesn’t live here” very very much and want to thank you for writing such amazing story. Vaelon is my otp now ❤ second of all, Do u mind if i ask a few questions? When do you plan to post the sequel? No pressure, just wondering ☺ And can you spoil us a lil bit, like will Vaelon stay in Dragonstone or move to King’s Landing after they got married? Will we see some northern characters again? And if this happen, it because they go to King’s Landing or Vaelon visit the North? i saw some questions at the ao3 comment box and i’m curious too: when did desmond figure out that Baelon is gonna be Viserra’s husband, after she just told him she gonna wed again and she love this man? Afa i remember, Viserra did not told him anything about Baelon and her during the time she was in WB?

oh tysm! it's really nice that people are still finding that fic, cause ao3 does not really lend itself to older fics unless they have a billion kudos or whatever also i love fic questions hehe

well i'm not sure about when i'm gonna write the sequel, i have a multichap that i'm in the headspace for rn - ntm real life is very busy (cause my brother is getting married! exciting). whenever i feel motivation for it, i'll start it up again

hmmm well i posted a snippet here if you'd like to see, that said, baelon is part of. the government. and viserra is working with her artisan's guild in king's landing, so they will definitely spend time in both places as well as travelling a bit. i do have a northern subplot i'm workshopping in my head, i don't wanna spoil it but it will deal with characters that were important during viserra's time as the lady of white harbor.

for the last question... yeah, he figured it out around the time she told him she was getting married again. no, he doesn't know about viserra's failed seduction of baelon nor that she was #plotting on him when jaehaerys and baelon came to white harbor to negotiate around widow's law. at the time of viserra & baelon's reunion, viserra was actively going to desmond for affection and intimacy, so even if she was getting closer to baelon he probably just saw that as viserra being viserra, thinking she can wrap all the men in the world around her finger. that said - desmond also knows viserra is ambitious, clever, very selective when it comes to who she lets close to her, and not too keen on men who simp for her. baelon is the attractive unmarried heir to the throne who viserra always cared for (calling out for him in her delirium) & whose very own personal guard viserra travels with.

that, and viserra was literally wearing a man's riding cloak with targaryen imagery sewn into it when she spoke to him on that rooftop. 2+2 and desmond wasn't born yesterday.

[annaviscom]

Colouring my Hometown 3.1

Towns:

Lefkosia - lived there for most of my conscious life, school, lifelong friends & connections Moscow - Born there and family remains there too Florence - Creative home where I spent weeks painting and just enjoying life Alicante - My summer home for 3 years straight Amsterdam - Got together with my current bf there Val Gardena - Skiing home

Lefkosia and Florence would be my top picks (for Florence I acc already have some visuals done

But Lefkosia would be very interesting because its uncommon

Visuals for Florence:

These are film photos I took back in 2021, and when editing I tried to bring out the colours I associated with my experience there which resulted in beautiful colourful film that genuinely really reminds me of Florence.

I also played around with letterpress and found a font that screamed Italy to me so I made some prints as well saying Ciao.

For the sake of experimentation and not overthinking anything:

I made 6 postcards with existing imagery just to see what that could look like, took me literally 5 mins.

I think it already looks like a set more or less, but I'm gonna think and research more.

I collect postcards myself, use them to write letters to family members as small surprises and keep as mementos from the places I visit. Mostly I buy them at galleries. I have a whole folder with scraps and cards from different places.

Here, I started mind mapping some ideas, and the first things that came to mind when I thought of Florence or Lefkosia. I looked at some touristy activities and scenery that are typically found on postcards, but personally, I never get those because I take photos anyway. It's either gotta be a vintage photo of the place or an interesting visual.

Also the things I love about the two are very intimate human experiences like drinking at a bar with friends, going to abandoned houses, taking a stroll through nature found there. So I'm not sure if I wanna go the touristy direction...

I think I'm gonna make Lefkosia cards because I miss it so much, and it's definitely more of a home to me than Florence

Here's some moodboarding I've done. Some are my photos some I found online.

Lefkosia is interesting because it is divided due to the Turkish Invasion in 1974. I think I could work on that in the postcards, possibly through contrasting visuals.

Reevaluating my plan, I'm not sure if I will have enough time to play around too much with Lefkosia. I still will, but I will also elaborate on the Firenze cards to have a good backup option. I also have more ready material for it from travels.

These are some of the colours I extracted from my film photography of Florence.

Today I printed some of the drawings I made on matte thick paper with Jordy, I'm not sure I like the feel of the paper entirely. I like the matte effect but it has to be closer to photo printing paper I think so the paper grain doesn't get in the way.

Here I have drawn illustrations, photographs form Florence, letterpress and photography + letterpress combined.

I loooooove the drawings and some of the photos as well, I wish I could mix them somehow. And I'm thinking maybe I could make the illustrations more direct, possibly looking at the spirit of the building closer and draw people that actually live there. So instead of just women, I could draw granmas, have coffee, have children on a picnic with a dog, etc. The people I saw and talked to in Florence.

I also read Patrick Baty's The Anatomy of Colour. I looked into the history of colour theory and pigments, how they have been used throughout time and in interiors. I really love this stuff because I love to paint with oils, and usually, a lot of attention is directed to pigments there. This helped me gain a bit of technical background about colour and approach it from a historical and chemical perspective.

[koqabear]

Hello, I am here to excitedly rave about Only You Darling and shower you in well-deserved compliments. Anybody else reading this, stop if you haven't read Only You Darling as there will be SPOILERS.

First of all, your writing is brilliant, I wish I could come up with plots like you do. I have so many fics that I start writing and then I don't know how to get from A to B or what should happen next and just give up.

I have read Only You Darling (and also What The Body Wants, the whole concept of that fic >>>) twice now, and I'm sure I'll read it again in the future. My first read was a wild ride, I was so invested, I thought what if it's Yeonjun and Beomgyu but nah, then I when Soobin came into the picture I was sure it was Soobin and then it was Beomjun! Every time I thought i had it figured out, you had me doubting myself. I loved all the twists and turns and the way I was so stressed after everything went down and the reader was living in that house, the imagery that you created was amazing. I have to say that it's the best fic I've read on this site. Hands down. I don't think I've read such a well planned and fleshed out fic in maybe a decade (not to show my age haha), after I was done reading I felt as if I'd just watched a movie. I don't even get through thriller novels, I always get bored with the pacing or the writing, but you had me in the palm of your hand.

I'm sure I have more thoughts, but right now they're just a blurred mess of excitement and awe. Thank you for sharing your work and making me excited about reading fics again. I am slowly making my way through the rest of your stuff, I'm sure I will be back to word-vomit on you about other stories in the future!

HAIIIIII HIHIHI OMG IM SOOOO SORRY I TOOK LITERAL MONTHS TO ANSWER THIS 😭😭😭🙁 i saw it and wanted to make sure that i had time to answer all your points but then i KEPT FORGETTING ABOUT IT 😭😭 but please know that i really appreciate feedback like 🫶🫶🫶 getting a review on oyd always makes me so happy and you really delivered with this 

full response under the cut :]

AHHHHSJDBSKDB BUT THANK U OMG 💔💔 when i first started writing on here i’d neverrrr thought i’d be writing long fics so consistently… even 10k was a huge rare accomplishment to me akzbwkdjs,,, it takes time to really figure out what works and what doesn’t with writing methods but… i wish you the best of luck with all your wips and i’m sure you’ll be able to have a breakthrough someday with any you might be struggling on !!! i believe in you !!!

YOU’VE READ OYD TWICE. Oh… my heart T_T idk but like,, i’ve never really been able to grasp the concept that people actually.. reread my stories. That’s genuinely one of the most flattering things to hear in my opinion bc 😭😭 to hear that i’ve managed to write a fic that’s worth being read again is mind blowing to me algskldgh (also thank you !!! WTBW is forever near and dear to my heart <3)

It’s always so satisfying to hear that my attempts on tricking the readers were successful hehe :3 it was one of the major things i was worried about tbh,,, it took a lot of thinking on how i would introduce soobin’s character and how he would be involved, so im happy to hear that my work paid off ! and imagery was something that i learned was very important while writing oyd; it really makes or breaks a scene, imo. Especially in those final cabin scenes,,, AGH idk im so giddy to have it pointed out tho bc i do put a little extra love and effort into my imagery :3

AWWWWSLDKGHH UGH YOU’RE JUST. im gonna sob. The best fic.. dont say that to me im crazy 😭😭 but aggggh it makes me feel so appreciated and seen to read that you think it’s well planned like :(( i remember how much effort i put into that fic omg… that story is my baby im afraid 

Again, thank you so much for taking the time to write such a sweet review, and im sorry i couldn’t respond to it sooner 😭 comments like these are sooo motivating and validating, i seriously can’t explain how happy it makes me <333

[star-scrambled]

okay to summarize how this movie made me REACT:

- The song choice for Sonic’s introduction (LESS THAN 10 MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE MIND YOU) made me FLING MY GLASSES OFF MY FACE AT LEAST TWO ROWS OF (empty) SEATS AHEAD OF ME. IT WAS HORRIFYING GARY I COULD’VE LOST THEM AND HAD TO WASTE 30 DOLLARS AND 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE WATCHING A MOVIE I LITERALLY COULDN’T SEE BECAUSE I’M BLIND...AND I FEEL LIKE I DID THIS WITH THE FIRST MOVIE.

- I watched it with a close friend. I’m very glad he’s used to my antics cause every time Knuckles came on screen he gave me his hands to just PUNCH AND BITE

- There was a scene that got me so riled up I shoved my whole fist in my mouth honestly I cannot remember which it was though 😢

- Was biting my Knuckles the entire time this movie made me go RABID

- During the Shadow reveal I fell VIOLENTLY OFF THE THEATRE SEAT TWICE. ONCE CAUSE OF THE 50 YEARS MENTION AND AGAIN ONCE I SAW HIS SHOES (everyone knows that the character’s drip is easily the most important part of their reveal it’s COOL)

- I started yelling at geese outside after the movie I think they were getting mad at me

- I fell to my knees in the middle of the sidewalk once said close friend told me Jim Carrey might not be in the third movie. Multiple cars stopped beside us thinking I collapsed

- LOTS OF YELLING IN PUBLIC something was happening with police near the theatre so I’m genuinely surprised they didn’t go “hey shut the fuck up” right to my face

- I sat in the dark for a long time eating pizza and listening to my Sonic 2 struggle tweets playlist (the experience WAS AMPLIFIED IN SOME WAYS but in others it fell fucking apart and also How am I supposed to think of the cute imagery of Team Sonic all beside eachother in “their moment” when THEY PROCEEDED TO TALK ABOUT COCK FOR LONGER THAN NECESSARY THERES A LOT GOING ON HERE!!!!!!!!)

- I don’t think I slept. Hi

[gojology]

Strawberry Flavored Pocky.

pairing : teen! gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : the big three: unedited, most likely badly written, and some cursing. also there’s like.. graphic imagery that gojo and reader exchange to eachother. it’s just banter though! wordcount : 2273 a/n : for that one anon that wanted teen gojo. my stroke of genius always occurs when im eating strawberry flavored pocky i swear.. anyways yeah this is unfiltered writing n it’s probably like not the best tbh and maybe i didn’t nail teen gojo’s personality but u know what this was so fun to write

     The sound of the tear of the wrapper containing the Pocky you had just bought was music to your ears, crinkling with every touch. Your fingers are itching to grab for the deliciously coated sticks, but you’re stopped by someone none other than Gojo Satoru himself.       “What’d you get?” he inquired, seemingly unbothered by the face you were making, he hadn’t even greeted you with a simple, “Hello.” he sat down on the bench seat right next to you, uninvited.       In his hand were many bags of various sweet treats, you could only make out some familiar ones- ramune flavored gummies, a bag of chips, vibrantly colored candy. Your lips quirk downwards, exhaling, turning to face the setting sun.       “Just some Pocky.” you flatly respond, beginning to pick the biscuit up. Contrary to Gojo’s wide choice of snacks, you only really had one favorite- Pocky. Specifically, Strawberry flavored Pocky. The sweet, yet somewhat tart aftertaste treat dominated your mind almost day and night. It wasn’t everyday that Yaga would be lenient enough to take the four of you to the local convenience store. You were waiting for Shoko and Geto to finish shopping to finally head home for a night of yummy snacking.       Gojo sighs, lazily dropping the treats right next to his side, they sat idly, limply resting on his thigh as he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His hands warmly nestled into his snowy white hair, his elbows jutting into your personal bubble.        “Not one to chat, are you? What’s the problem? You scared?” his tone is teasing, and you jerk your head to face his. Your head is tilted, like your confused, but in reality you’re just astounded how obnoxious he was.       “Why in the world would I be scared of you? You wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Yaga-Senpai would rip your limbs off one by one and fling you into the horizon! And he’s not even that far away, I could report you to him if you even get on my nerves in the slightest.” you shot back, huffing and taking your first bite on the biscuit. You instantly melt.       He flashes you a toothy smile, and you stiffen, did he ever take anything seriously? “Oh my, so riled up. Only scaredy-cats would talk about how not scared they were. Look, you’re even shaking-” he gestures to your just slightly shaking, tightened grip on your Pocky. “-I win, Y/N! Boo hoo, case closed, gimme your Pocky~”        “No, fuck you and your fat ass trying to take my Pocky, I’m not shaking from fear anyways.” you sternly retort, warmth rushing to your cheeks for whatever reason. “I’m shaking because I’m resisting the urge to duct tape your mouth shut and gouge your eyeballs out.”       He chuckles warmly as if your gruesome detailing was humorous, he probably didn’t know you meant it. He too, ripped open one of his snacks. “Calm down, Y/N. I was joking, I could buy Pocky’s whole stock and probably also buy my position up as CEO if I wanted to. I wouldn’t leech off of you, sugar.” readjusting his crooked, circular shades, he looked down at your now slack grip on the wrapper.      Unanswering, you’re grumbling instead. Under your breath, you’re curious as to how Gojo hasn’t realized how obnoxious he was, and how much longer could he survive without his head exploding from how big it was from his inflated ego?      Gojo grinned. He was all too aware of those things, but who really cared?      “Not unless you let your guard down!-” unable to finish the rest of his sentence, he yanked up the wrapper from your hands, using the extent of his long arm to dangle it high above your head. Your reflexes are far too slow to react, causing you to glare at him in a mixture of shock, hatred, and disbelief.      “Give-” you jump, arm reaching towards your snack, but he backs off, snickering and still dangling it above your head. “It-” now you’ve leapt up on the bench, grabbing at the wrapper to no avail. “Back!-” whimpering and flailing your arms out, every time you came close to retrieving your rightfully owned pack of Pocky, he’d simply throw it to his other hand so carelessly it pissed you off. All the while giggling, juggling it like a clown.      A breath of laughter escapes his lips as he looks at you, prancing around like a circus act on the bench, yelling curses and many death-wishes to his clan. Your eyebrows are knitted together, and he can’t just help but realize how adorable you were when concentrated in getting something- so stubborn.    “Okay, okay!” and as if Gojo had flipped a switch, you simmer down, looking at him with an impatient side-eye. “You want it, doggie?”     “Refer to me as doggie, and I’ll send a pack of strays to ravage you.”       Gojo exhaled out of his nose. “You’re a funny one, doggie.” did he just dismiss the conversation you two were having literally 2 seconds prior? “I’ll ask this again, do you want to get your treats back?” his eyes are glinting with amusement and child-like glee. You were almost sure that he had started calling your beloved Pocky as treats because of just how well it suited the nickname Doggie. It looked like you would be getting no where unless you paid no mind to him calling you such a.. Derogatory name.       Grumbling and studying the concrete you were currently trampling on, you exasperatedly sigh.       “Yes. I do want my Pocky back.” you grunt, averting your gaze to anywhere but Gojo’s shoes.       He perks up in approval, drawing out a long, “Hmmm?” as if he hadn’t expected you to give up so easily. “What are the magic words, Y/N?”       This was so humiliating.       “Please?” you politely say through gritted teeth. If it weren’t for the general public bustling about, you would’ve lunged for his unruly hair and tear it out of his scalp.       “Hah! You think I’m gonna do that sorta bullshit?” he crosses his arms, Pocky tucked safely under his arm. You wince, thinking about how the biscuits may potentially be snapped in half. Did you really want your snack still? It probably smelled like Gojo’s armpit sweat, death, and all the bad things in the world combined. “You’re gonna have to earn it, Y/N, in a game.”       Now convinced that Gojo was the manifestation of all the bad karma that you had avoided, you stare at him with wide eyes and fear, the irritation long gone. Games, no, scratch that, literally anything with Gojo only resulted in a small, or maybe large piece of your sanity torn away from you, lost to the infinite dark abyss. Maybe that’s why Geto seemed to slowly go insane everyday.       “On second thought, I’ll just go-”      He cuts you off, alarm now displayed on full view, his face contorting back to neutral. “Wait, no! It won’t be hard. Pinkie promise.” extending a pinkie towards you, you gently slap it away. The mood change was so instant, you were still shocked, that, and he was almost a legal adult and still believed in pinkie promises.      Still hesitant, you quirk an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’d rather spend another two dollars than play whatever game your planning, unless you tell me about it.”      “That’s a given, besides, it won’t take too long, Y/N. I think you’ll like it.” he replies cheerfully, leaning and whisper-yelling into your ear, fruitfully jolting you up. Seriously, did he have any idea what personal space was?      After just a few seconds of thinking, you roll your eyes in defeat. “Okay, what’s this game?”      His incredibly long fingers inserted themselves inside the crinkling wrapper, pulling out a slender stick. You’re almost sure your salivating, and subconsciously swallow the lump at the back of your throat. “Okay, rules of this game are... Hm, we both place our mouths at both ends of the stick. You get the pretzel part because that part sucks.” mischief flickers in his eyes briefly. “Whoever can get down the Pocky longest without being afraid of kissing and pulling back, loses and doesn’t get the Pocky. Whoever stays in their place wins. I’ll throw in some money, deal or no deal?”       “This doesn’t sound.. Fun.” you were still skeptical, but curiosity was blossoming rapidly inside of you. Could you really resist such an intriguing request? The guy was rich, and he did say he’d throw in some money. Gojo probably hated the thought of you, too. You could probably get up and close, get him to cower away from the thought of locking lips with you, and you’d be on your merry way.       “Um, actually, never mind. Let’s do this.” you chirp, the weariness had depleted completely. Besides, Gojo would pester you into doing it anyways, this would effectively save time. The expression on his face was indecipherable, silently wishing to yourself to see his eyes. You wonder if they’re wide open, in shock of your acceptance.       He gently placed the biscuit between your lips, his thumb brushing against it. Your breath hitches, now he’s up close. The shades adorning his handsome features, concealing those vivid blue eyes of his made your heart pace quicken in just seconds, maybe it was because he could see you- and you couldn’t. Your gaze shifts to the tufts of white hair hanging above his forehead. His bangs look lusciously soft, so soft you wonder what it’d be like to ruffle his unruly hair, what did it smell like? What conditioner did he use?     Your cheeks darken, but you hope he doesn’t notice it. This was what people thought of when they saw pretty people up close, it wasn’t like you had a thing for him, he was just attractive, that’s all.      “You look real stupid holding that stick between your teeth and looking at me.” he comments, charmingly smirking as you give him another death glare, unable to speak in fear of dropping the Pocky stick. You could count each individual hair strand he had on top of his head with the amount of time he was taking.      Chomp.     You take the first bite, and you can’t help but realize how much your heart is fluttering about in your chest. Eyelashes fluttering, nerves getting jittery, the exchange was strangely intimate. No kidding, of course it was- if the two of you were adamant and continued to chomp on the stick, it would only end in a kiss. There was no way around it.      He takes a bite too, his lips look curved in a dopey smile, but there’s not a single word traded between the two of you, just tiny, slight nibbles. It would be eons until someone finished, and you were growing impatient by the minute. Quicken the pace. Quicken the fucking pace.     So you did the unthinkable, you quickened the pace.     Taking a large bite, he pauses for a minute- as if to think, before taking an even larger bite. Now, 2/3′s of the original stick is gone. One more large bite, and a kiss would follow suit. Now, you’re sweating bullets, eyes bouncing from him, back down to the microscopic sized Pocky. His lips are so, so close. Soft, plush pink, so glossy you’re inclined to ask what brand of lip gloss he uses. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, why wasn’t he giving up?      The two of you don’t take a single bite, plainly avoiding the objective, the world around you had evaporated into thin air. It’s you, and Gojo Satoru.      You nibbled a little bit more, and then you make up your mind. You’re going to kiss-       Growing chatter grew closer to closer, and you realize Shoko’s monotone and Geto’s lively voice, alongside a very disgruntled Yaga.       “Yeah, she’s pretty hot. I actually liked the movie- Uh...?” the steady rhythm stopped against the concrete. Immediately, you straighten and clear your throat, spitting out the Pocky stick into the nearby grass. Gojo follows suit, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and twirling around. “Oh hey, Geto!-”       “Are we interrupting something? Something.. Important?” Shoko quizzes, struggling to stifle her giggling. A sheepish smile was displayed widely on your face for the world to see, hands behind your back like you were hiding something. Gojo, on the other hand, is facing the other direction, whistling and staring at the now setting sky.       You stutter, cheeks growing even darker. Yaga looks as disgruntled as ever, facepalming and murmuring to himself. Geto looks ecstatic.        “MY MAN!” he beams. “WERE YOU GOING TO-”       “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Shoko shushes him in response, turning her head back to the two of you. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. “We thought you hated Gojo, we’re just...” her head is cocked slightly, an understanding expression on her features. “Just surprised, is all.”       Spluttering, you try to explain yourself- but no sound comes out. Your mouth is opening and closing, struggling to find the words.       “I do hate him... I just... He.. Pocky.. He uh...”       “Sheeeeeeeesh! Poor Y/N over here is going through some shock right now!” Gojo muses aloud, he places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm. There’s a small, coy grin on his lips. As if he didn’t try kissing you 1 minute ago. “Just ignore them, anyways, what are we having for dinner tonight? I heard there’s a really good KBBQ place down the street that just opened..”      As much as you hate Gojo, his ability to escape anything did come in handy.    Well, maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you were leading on.     You’d go as far as to say.. Maybe you enjoyed some parts of him.      

[sweetea-rosey]

Ooo hi I saw you take requests? I have a writing request if you want to :))

So here is my idea:

Remus has a notebook given to him by the other sides to write his thoughts down in. See, Remus has clear impulse control problems so this notebook of for him to write his thoughts down instead of just doing and saying whatever comes to mind. It gives him a chance to think about it. Sometimes, maybe like once a week give or take a few days one of the other sides will sit down with him and read his thoughts with him just to make him feel validated and heard. Well this particular time one of the sides (of your choice) sat down with the notebook and found some rather interesting things.

Now, you can take this one of two ways (it’s really all up to you!)- You can make this something angsty (hurt comfort), or you can make it something shippy! It can be any Remus ship you want but I personally am more partial to intrulogical hehe 💙💚

Take your time and have fun with it!! Have a good day :)

Ah! Ty for the request! I started writing it on the day you submitted it, but Tumblr deleted it after a while of not saving :') so now my motivation to do this is deterred

Anyway, this'll be my first time not writing something Roman centric =w=""

Remus held the book in his hands. He remembered the day Roman gave it to him, when he risked traveling into the dark scape because he knew his brother needed this. Because he did, too.

An outlet.

A place for his monstrosities to be, other than inside his head, allowed to torture him to their best abilities. The illusions his mind creates are no longer just in his eyes. It's no longer insanity- it's creativity. The journal isn't the first one. But he and Roman make sure to keep eachother stocked up; they get filled rather quickly. The Imagination holds an entire library dedicated to their filled journals from over the years.

The journals have also become sort of diaries to them. So, imagine what were to happen if one of them got lost? The possibility of their secrets being seen by unbidden eyes.

Remus burst into Roman's room, "Ro!"

Roman jumped from his spot at his desk, "Jeez- ! What is it?"

Oddly, for Remus, he seemed almost anxious, "Have you seen my latest journal?"

Ah, that explains it. Roman understands the severity of losing something that holds your private thoughts. He stood up from his desk chair, turning to face Remus better, "No, I haven't. Is it missing?"

Remus nodded, unable to speak through the panic coursing through his veins, the hormone mixing with the feeling of the plasma we call blood rushing through veins and arteries, rest in his heart, which is thumping with vigor, the- Remus shook himself. The imagery coming on its own with nothing to do with it, "Thoughts, thoughts thoughts, thoughts, blood, where? Everywhere? It is me, I am thoughts and blood and gore and death and slime, and..."

Roman pulled his brother in, the physical touch of his second half grounding him, finally balanced out with his brother there to help him.

"Breathe, Ree...I get it...I'll help you look for it, okay? Do you have any spare journals?"

Remus shook his head. He had just started this one, he was too busy brainstorming on the pages to remember to restock.

"Okay, do you have the focus to conjur any, right now?"

Remus shook his head again. No no, of course not! He's too focused on the one that's missing!

"Alright, that's okay, Ree. I get it. Here, use this for now," As Roman spoke, he pressed a plain black book in the unstable man's hands, "Get some thoughts out on that, then we can start looking, okay?"

Instead of answering, he made the rest of the way into the prince's room and started letting the thoughts out.

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"Feel better?"

Remus let out a breath and nodded, "A lot, thanks. Can we go look, now?"

"Of course, let's go."

It took hours. The sun was gone in Thomas' living room and they were still tearing the place apart, searching absolutely everywhere. Remus was tempted to just dismantle the mind palace and look through the stuff that gets left behind. The fear was boiling in his gut in the ocean of acid.

"What if we don't find it? My blood, sweat, and tears went into that book! Pieces of my heart are in there, I can't lose it, what if someone else finds it and reads it?"

Roman shuddered, because he didn't believe that Remus was being metaphorical, "I understand the severity of the situation, Ree. We should go look in the Lightside, now..."

Remus shrugged as much as his slumped posture will allow, "Sure..."

"We'll find it, Ree..."

"That's not what I'm worried about. If I lose it? Fine, I have others, I can start a new one. I'm scared of someone else finding it and reading it... there's things in there I don't want others seeing..."

"I get it, you know I do. We'll get it back before anyone else can even know it exists, alright?"

Remus just shrugged off his comforting hand, "Stupid prince, always making promises you don't even know if you can keep. Don't do that to yourself and don't do it to me. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that shit."

Roman recoiled, almost physically, "Sometime, people just need reassurance."

"And then, when you're wrong? I know you don't like breaking promises, Princey."

"...Then hopefully we'll figure it out."

"You're such a fucking optimist, it's gross."

Roman rolled his eyes, "I'm helping you look, be nice, you doofus."

"Oh wow, "doofus", I'm so offended," Remus said without much effort.

Roman ignored him.

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"It's not HERE!" Remus screamed, a pot crashing through the wall.

Roman manged to muffle the noise and quickly put it back together, "We will, this was only the first room in the Lightside. You need to calm down."

"I can't! What if someone else already found it and read it? What if they hate me? What if they never wanna talk to me again because nothing in there makes sense, what-"

Roman caught his hands, "Woah! Woah...Remus, when did you start caring so much about what the others think of you?"

"I don't!"

"But...-"

"I don't care about what Logan and the other think of me."

"Of what...Logan and the...? Remus...is this about Logan?"

Remus hesitated just long enough.

"Oh great Aphrodite, it is..."

"Aphro-? NO! No, I don't!"

"Remus, is there something about Logan on that book?"

Remus said fuck it in his mind and sighed, "Yes... I...some fantasies...that he might not approve of..."

"Oh, Remus..."

"What if he finds out, and he...? He just doesn't...?"

Roman hit his brother on the head, "This is why you're a doofus. It doesn't matter if he finds it, you have nothing to worry about."

Remus rolled his eyes. Literally. He rolled them like dice and Roman had to look away, but got the message.

"How would you know?"

It was Roman's turn to roll his eyes (PROPERLY).

"I'm leaving you to figure that out. But, I do."

"Sure. Whatever. Asshole."

Roman moved on to look in the next room.

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A flash of green leaped onto him and he was tumbling over, the item in his hands flying out.

"Remus!"

The man scrambled over and snatched the book up, "Did you read it?"

"I- no, Remus what is it?"

"It's mine. Roman, I found it!"

Roman? Since when do those two talk? But, as Remus said, Roman walked in.

"Oh, thank Hades."

"Logan had it."

Roman sucked in a breath, "Did he read it?"

Remus shook his head, relief is a weird expression on the man's face.

Logan wouldn't mind seeing it more.

"What is this about?"

Roman took the liberty of answering, "The book is Remus' and it's private. Reading it would be invasive."

"Oh, my apologies, then. But, I had just picked it up, it was left over from Remus' running through the room and into the Imagination, along with some other debris I cleaned up."

"It's alright, nerd."

Logan's gaze lingered on Remus a bit, before he bid his farewells, reminded Roman of some work he needs to do by Friday, then left.

"Y'know," Roman said as they turned to walk back, "You could tell him how you feel."

Remus scoffed, "I'm not self destructive, like you, RoRo."

Ignoring Remus' jabs is difficult for the prince, nevertheless, "And do, pray tell, how it's self destructive?"

"Because he'll say no and that will hurt. I don't like when things actually hurt. I'm not risking him hating me even more."

"Woah, woah, he doesn't hate you."

"Doesn't he? I'm chaotic, irrational, vile, ik everything he fights to keep under control."

Roman digested this and thought hard on how best to explain this, "But that's exactly why you two are perfect for each other. You help him let loose when he's being a stick in the mud and he helps you keep in control of yourself and stay organized.

"You're delusional. He doesn't like me, he can't Ro. It goes against our very beings! Go ahead and fool yourself, but you can't do that to me. That's just cruel." Remus disappeared and Roman sighed as he tried to brush off his brother's words.

As the embodiment of romance, he thinks he'd know when a couple will work out or not. How will he convince his brother and Logan of that? He supposes he can't blame them for that, who would listen to the love advice of someone who loves someone that loves someone else? Kinda hypocritical.

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"Just leave me alone!"

"Remus! Would calm down? Just listen to me!"

"No! You're a liar and I hate you! Do you want me to get hurt? You're an asshole you good for nothing prince!" He screamed. Why won't his brother let this go? Doesn't he see that everyone is better this way?

"Fine! You're right! Is that what you want to hear? Call me an asshole, call me stupid, call me evil or whatever! But I'm not wrong! Why don't you believe me? Ha! Why am I trying to reason with the self proclaimed unreasonable?"

Remus looked down from his perch on the guillotine, "Wait, RoRo-!" But he was gone.

"Fuck."

He rushed out, hoping to Loki that he didn't do too much damage.

"Roman!"

But he found who he wants looking for.

"Why are you screaming in the middle of the common room?" Came that cool and sexy voice.

"Looking for my brother, duh."

"Funny, I just spoke to him."

"Where'd he go?"

"Not sure, but he told me to stop being a robotic fake and confess to you."

"He- ? ROMAN!" Remus summoned a hammer and maybe there's a new hole in the wall.

"He was right, surprisingly."

Remus was not expecting that, "Come again?"

"I have noticed, over the course of our interactions, that I have developed feelings that I didn't recognized until Roman brought them to my attention. Remus...I have romantic feelings for you."

And it was the last casual and calculated confession Remus ever heard. He imagined something with ropes. But it was the best thing he ever heard. He didn't expect to be crying.

"Remus?"

"I like you, too..."

Logan brightened and stood up, his heart beating unnaturally, yet pleasently, as he moved closer, "Then... perhaps we...?"

But before he could finish, Remus pulled him in and there was no need for words.

Part 2 with what happened with Roman afterwards?

Ty so much for the request and I apologies for the long wait.

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