#totally not a mix of a Reference and a mix of me being too dead during planning to put Too Much thought into it

[0509-brainrot]

0509 DAY WOOOOOOO THEY'RE IN LOVE

bonus teehee (+alternate version cuz I was Stuck)

[hiddenhearthwitch]

📚 Small Intro To Polytheism📚

One of the most frequent asks I receive is how and where to get started when it comes to polytheism. This is a fairly broad subject and I’ll try to be as general as I can for advice but I will include specific references for Norse polytheists as that’s my shit. This information can be used to help you find a pantheon or to help you pick deities to work with it. If you’d like to use it to pick a patron deity that’s super, if you want to worship 20 gods and not have a patron deity that’s cool too. You do you dude. Please keep in mind this is all reflective of my research and personal practice. 🌻

Picking A Pantheon/Deity

This really boils down to personal preference. You’ll read a lot of posts and books that tell you many different ways and it’s entirely up to you because it is your practice.  That being said, there’s a couple of different ways to go about it. 

Research! This is one of my favorite ways to delve in. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with reading the stories of multiple pantheons and picking on that calls to you. You can also talk to other devotees and see what they have to say about deities and their religions. It is important to keep in mind that some religions are closed so please do proper research!

For example, I wasn’t originally a Norse pagan. I read some stories and thought the Hellenic pantheon would best suit me. I reached out to Eros for a while but after feeling no real connection to the pantheon I continued my research! After reading up on the Norse pantheon I decided to reach out to them out. Obviously, I fucking loved it because here I am. Point being, you can pick a pantheon based on research and not some divine message or whatever. You are also more than welcome to try out a religion, decide it doesn’t suit you, and move on. 

Divination! You can use runes, a pendulum, tarot, etc.This can go a few different ways. You can write pantheon/deity names on separate pieces of paper, mix them up, and place them face down then ask the pendulum to pick. You can assign a deity/pantheon to each suit of cards or major arcana card or even do the same thing with runes. 

For example, this is how I found a devotion to Frigg and Hel. I asked if there were any deities who were interested in working with me and pulled the runes Hagalaz and Berkana which read as Hel and Frigg to me. I followed up with tarot cards and pulled Death(Hel) plus the Queen of Pentacles(Frigg).

Asking/waiting for a sign. This isn’t something I’ve personally done so I don’t have much to say on the subject. You can go about meditating, praying, doing a ritual, or whatever and essentially wait for a sign after. It can come via a dream, something you experience, symbols you see in your daily life, it’s pretty much up to your intuition to decipher it. If anyone has information they’d like me to add in here please let me know!

If there’s a god you’re curious about and don’t want to do any of the above it’s totally cool to just reach out and ask if they want to work with you. 

Idk How To Research

Same, tbh my keyword search game is weak. Anyways, good portion of us are looking up dead religions with little reliable resources. To give those curious about the Norse an easy head start here’s a compiled list of  books by yours truly(click me!!) . It’s important to take everything with a grain a salt of salt when doing research. In my experience a lot of the retold Norse sagas have been Christianized or written under heavy Wiccan influences. It’s a good idea to do research on the author before reading one of their books.

Other blogs! There are tons of great witches and pagans on tumblr that have information waiting for you. 💗 You can search their blog/tags for good references for books, websites, podcasts, etc. Plus lots of blogs are open to answer asks. If you don’t know where to start for searching it’s best to try things based around your interest like: “norse polytheist”, “hellenic witch”, “gaelic polytheism”, etc.

Media! How lucky are we that we live in the age of technology? Knowledge is right at our fingertips! There are countless documentaries, podcasts, and audiobooks on youtube full of information for different cultures and religions. I’d personally recommend almost anything by BBC, Myths & Legends, and World Mythology!

Books! I love starting on goodreads to find good books and trust worthy authors. They’ve had almost every book I looked up with bunches of different reviews so you can get varying perspectives. Check out your local library as well! A lot of city libraries have online databases now of all of their books so you can “check it out” online and read the PDF(personal fave). 

Feeling Lost Still?

That’s completely reasonable and your feelings are more than valid. It can be overwhelming and lot of information to soak up. Just do your best and take it at your own pace, there’s no rush to find a deity or pantheon. 💞 Below are a few other general concerns I hear a lot that I was hoping to address.

“I’m leaving a monotheistic(Christian, Catholic, Jewish, etc) religion and it’s giving me anxiety.” This is entirely common and almost expected in my opinion. I was raised Roman Catholic and my first year to two looking into polytheism riddled me with anxiety. I was constantly concerned that god would smite me down or I’d face an eternity in hell for worshiping false gods. While I can’t speak for everyone that fear was entirely erased for me when I found my gods. I’ve never felt so safe and strong and hopefully with time you can find the same in your gods!

It’s okay to want to learn more or to seek something more. I can’t tell you how to handle your anxiety but please know you’re not alone in that fear. There’s whole communities out there willing to support you and help you find your safe space(including me)!

“What’s UPG?” You’ll see a lot of posts, mine included, that mention UPG - UPG is Unverified Personal Gnosis. This is essentially someone’s personal thoughts and beliefs about a deity. For example, I associate Sif with hazelnuts. There’s nothing in the lore or any book that says that she likes hazelnuts; that’s just a personal opinion(aka a UPG).

“How do I reach out to the gods?” I have a lot of information on my blog about this topic although a lot of it is Norse specific. You can check out my beginner polytheist tag here and my beginner norse post/ask here.

Altar! This is my go to typically. Altars aren’t limited to the cookie cutter image that comes to mind(no hate though I have a few); one thing you can make a side blog dedicated to your pantheon/deity, make a small one in a tin can, or even make one in a video game like Minecraft or some shit. You can be as creative or as to the book as you want. It’s up to you.

Prayer! You can totally just sit down and be like, “Hey man wanna work on some shit together?”. While I’m not 100% that all gods would be down with you being that casual it’s still something you can try.😂 You can reach out to them by sitting down in a quiet space and meditating into prayer, praying in the car or in the shower, or just pray at the altar you set up if you did. Again, I can not reiterate this enough, it’s your practice, reach out to them as you please.

Do something personal! This is more like devotional work in my opinion. Let’s say you knit and you want to reach out to a creative or domestic deity, you can knit something as a devotional act to them and as a way to reach out. For example I pick up litter in honor of the Vanir and Jörð, or I play Skyrim for Thor and Týr.

Most importantly just be honest and up front with the god that you’re reaching out too. Considering that statement be honest with yourself as well. There’s no point going into a relationship with a god if you can’t be upfront, it’ll end up in nothing but grief.

“Can deities reach out through gods/signs?” They totally can. However, it is up to you and your intuition if a deity has and it’s not likely another witch will decipher that for you. Sounds, experiences, images, all have different meanings to each of us - they may show you something that’s very personal to you but would be mundane to someone else. Trust your instincts. However, please remember that not everything is magical, sometimes a raven is just a raven and not Odin.

✨Take everything you learn with a grain of salt. Including this post.✨

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[purpleghoul87]

fnaf movie baseless speculation

I am an ardent Mike Schmidt = Mike Afton defender, and so these are my current thoughts after watching the new security video from the troll game.

First of all, link to the video for the uninitiated:

Onto my initial thoughts!

The emphasis on the forest, alongside the bottle of pills on the desk, that at one point gets grabbed by someone, makes me seriously think about FNAF 4 and how dreams were mixed with reality.

It has bugged a lot of people, including myself, as to WHY there is a Freddy "saw trap" that we see Mike trapped in from multiple trailers. Well, in my totally biased opinion that is because we are witnessing a dream, or more specifically, a nightmare.

It is common for people to bury their traumatic memories, especially if that trauma occurred as a child. It would make sense that Mike wouldn't want to recall what happens.

And are we REALLY acting like nightmares are a STRETCH in this series? We have been over this time and time again.

I just think that its funny that we keep getting little glimpses of William---er i mean---Steve Raglan---only in that office scene. It's bizarre, for such an 'unimportant' character to receive so much screen-time in all the trailers and such. But of course we know that he is William Afton. We have known this since the casting was announced. So why then? Why do we only see such a small fragment of footage of him? (of course, outside of the spring-bonnie suit I mean).

Well, to delve further into the land of speculation, I believe that is because other scenes he is in give away too much of the plot they are keeping under wraps.

I made a joke about it, but it is odd.. that they choose to refer to Mike Schmidt (again, something that we have known since the cast announcement) as just Mike.

So! Back to the new footage.

"Garrett!"

At approximately 2:05 of the video one of the bottom cameras cuts to a someone screaming the name Garrett. Now, to me this is young Mike. In the background I see the same trees from the forest we keep cutting back to. Which one? oh yeah, the ones where we see a discombobulated Mike, seeing dead kids!

Now... wait a second... what do we have here?

From the new footage. A brunette boy, wearing a long sleeved green shirt and blue jeans, running in a patch of dry grass....

I don't know about you. But the sky colored background, with the long narrow lines, can only mean one thing. Trees. And a sky.

Speaking of the pills. RIGHT AFTER we see the saw trap on the monitors, and it goes to the next footage... we see a hand come on screen to take away the pills.

Saw trap (nightmare) + Pills on desk still

No more pills.

(Yes. they come back later in the video. But the point being SOMEBODY GRABBED THEM after seeing the saw trap footage).

Oh yeah. speaking of the Freddy "saw trap"... where does this attack you? Oh yeah. On the head.

That couldn't possibly be someone's repressed memories about an extremely traumatic event about a certain head injury coming to light in visions or nightmares. Could it?

ONE MORE!

Saw trap appears again.

Pills -- no pills -- they've disappeared again. Interesting. (They actually fade in and fade out of existence in this segment-- but I think I'm gonna hit the image limit soon so... see it for yourself.)

Thanks for reading my rambles. <3 If I find more I'll make a sequel to this post and I'll link it in the reblogs.

[devoidwrites]

Make me - yoon jeonghan

Summary: You and Jeonghan didn't exactly hate each other, you just enjoyed teasing the other any chance you get.

Words: 1.2K

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Warning: nothing really. just reader and jeonghan being giant flirts. some curse words.

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"How the fuck is that a clown?"

"It's not my fault your brain can't function and take note of the giant red nose and huge shoes."

"That's the ugliest clown I've ever seen."

"Thanks, I used your face as a reference."

The rest of your friends groaned at your bickering. They were used to it, even amused at first, but now it was getting tiring. The tension between the two of you was thick, and everyone but the two of you could see the want you had for one another.

Seungcheol groaned as he leaned back into the couch. "Would you two just fuck and get it over with? We're tired of your constant bickering."

"As if I'd be caught dead with her." Jeonghan sent a glare over at the older male before sending one your way.

You returned his gesture with a sarcastic smile. "At least we can agree on one thing."

"Can we just move on?" Joshua suggested. As the sweet one of your friend group, it was his job to try and get the two of you to behave. As his best friend, you huffed and did as he suggested.

You weren't sure how Joshua became friends with the demon, but for some reason they clicked, and now you were forced to hang out with him every time Joshua wanted you to hang out with him. You'd thought about denying to invitation, but he was your best friend and you missed him. As adults, your schedules mixed up and you never got the time to hang out like old times. You'd take what you could get, even if you had to deal with Jeonghan and his aggravating ass.

"Who's next?" Aecha asked. Jeonghan sighed and stood up. He walked over to the giant blank canvas and began to draw the first thing that came to his mind.

It wasn't the worst drawing really, but it could've been a lot better. You couldn't tell if it was supposed to be some kind of animal or an alien.

"And you shit on my picture?" You chastised, crossing your arms as you watched him furrow his eyebrows to finish.

"I'm almost done." He hushed you as he finished his picture. He stepped to the side, letting the four of you get a good look at his picture. "You'll never get it."

"Because it sucks and we can't figure it out?"

"Y/n.." Joshua groaned, knowing what was about to happen once more. It was like the two of you to argue every chance you got. Some would think you lived to annoy one another.

"Only joking 'Shua." A lie You were being totally honest.

Jeonghan smirked at you. "She's just mad because my zombie was too complex for her small brain."

"Oh, is that what it was? A zombie?" You took another glimpse over at the drawing. "I guess in a way it does look dead."

"Are you two really doing this again?" Seungcheol whined. He groaned when the two of you continued arguing and stood up. "I'm done. I'm going to get food."

Joshua and Aecha quickly stood up and began to follow him out of the apartment to leave the two of you in your argument. Neither of you even noticed they had gone until you turned around.

"Joshua would you please-" You paused mid sentence. "What the fuck? This is your fault."

"My fault?" Jeonghan repeated. "How is this my fault?"

"You insulted my drawing for no reason."

"It's not my fault your clown looked like a poodle!" He argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

He loomed over you, but you stood your ground. "God, you're insufferable. Do you get off on arguing or something?"

"No, you're just too easy to mess with sweetheart." Jeonghan chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself. You're the last person I think about."

It was your turn to smirk. "I never said you thought about me Jeonghan."

The tension in the room became thick once more, but it was different than before. There was a certain aura that made the both of you feel hot.

"You know what I meant."

"Do you think about me Jeonghan?" You took a step closer to him, waltzing around his patronizingly. "You do, don't you."

You were getting a thrill on being the upper hand in the situation. Normally he'd have you red in the face, but now it was his turn. You stepped back in front of him, watching as he tensed slightly.

"Shut up."

You clicked your tongue, deciding to push him further. "Make me."

You tilted your head and he scoffed. "Okay, you asked for it."

Within seconds his lips were on yours, and you made no attempts to push him off. His hands gripped your hips roughly as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You weren't entirely sure why, but you found yourself kissing him back at the same pace. Your fingers grabbing at the longer parts of his hair in the back. You pulled softly, eliciting a positive reaction from him.

You pulled away from him. "I'll take that as a yes."

"I said-" He pushed you against the wall behind you. "Shut up."

His lips were back on yours, and you felt yourself slowly succumbing to the want you'd been pushing away for months. You trailed one of your hands down his chest to feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt. Smirking into the kiss, you opened your mouth to let him explore you further. Turns out his mouth was good at more than just arguing.

He pulled his lips from yours to trail kisses down your neck, making your breath hitch. And just like that, the tables had turned once more. You hated how he could affect you in such a way, but maybe Seungcheol was right. Maybe it was more that just hatred you felt for one another.

"Not so bold now, are you?" He asked between kisses. One of his hands was on the top of your ass, and the other was at the base of your neck to keep you in place. "I tend to have that affect on people."

"Shut up." You couldn’t believe you’d let yourself get distracted in such a way that made him think you were speechless.

"Ooh. Make me, sweetheart."

[probablyaparadox]

I FOUND NASIENS (He was in Wales) (This is a 4kota post.)

Frankly, nothing will ever be as haunting to me as the fact that I could not decipher what Nasiens, Chion, Jade, and Donny's names are references to. (Spoilers if you just watch the anime)

Jade doesn't matter too much, he's dead now anyway (RIP DUDE I MISS YOU SO MUCH). He could be a reference to the green Knight. Although I have my own thoughts and opinions about the green knight in relation to the world, I think he could've been a reference to that, and other than that he was a minor character. Chion... Is it a dog reference? Are we calling him an angry little dog? Is that what's happening????? Donny I had nothing. Same With Nasiens. Nasiens was the most annoying to me however because IT SOUNDS WEIRD. IT'S NOT A NORMAL BRITAIN NAME. So here's my theory! My solution if you will! Surprisingly, unsurprisingly, the answer lied in welsh mythology!

Basically every character in this series is a mythological reference. And I despise the idea that any of them aren't. Good news, I found donny! This character has a significant detail that makes him a good match but the bad news is um.

It should be noted Gofannon is different but also the g name is suspicious to me, as is the significance of "Uncle. This is also where I like to put myself in the mind of the author where I know how japanese names work, but I still get mixed up all the time, so I can totally see him thinking of Don as the first name, or wanting don to be the first name. Next Chion.

I kind of see it. For context he also has a comparison between him and tristan on his page. I'm still kind of leaning towards him being a yapping little chiwahua.

NEXT! Nasiens! Or!!!

I think with Myrtel this really sells it with how people have been discussing him being Myrtel's changeling match. It's perfect! This one is the most satisfying honestly as it's been haunting me since I started reading.

[eemcintyre]

My personal favorite 12 red-carpet dresses of all-time + why

I tried with everything in me and could not narrow it down to 10

1 | Zooey Deschanel in Oscar de la Renta (2014)

This look contains so many fun, small details, without any of which it wouldn't feel complete. It meets all of my expectations for what a red carpet dress should be- glitzy and glamorous, sure, but not *too* much. While there are a lot of textures and embellishments going on, it's all one neutral color. It's giving flapper vibes that I love, plus we don't see crop tops too often and her contrasting hair color and pop of red lipstick are what bring it over the edge to complete perfection for me.

2 | Lana Del Rey in Gucci (2018)

This gown lived rent-free in my head for days after. I appreciate the vintage reference, especially to such an iconic lady as Hedy Lamarr, while Lana also makes it her own rather than doing a direct copy. You can tell great attention was paid to the details- the lariat necklace, accumulations of star beading, and the corsage. It's just far-out enough that only the premier goddess of angelic sad girl music could truly pull it off. It's also unusual and thrilling to see a crown, and her hair provides a necessary color contrast.

3 | Natalie Portman in Gucci (2018)

Not only is this look proof that you can, in fact, mix metals, but it is the perfect complement to and embodiment of the A-list icon that Natalie is. She exudes classic Old Hollywood glamor with the shoulder pads and glittery silhouette- I'm not usually a shoulder pad fan, but with this sleek silhouette, it adds some really nice dimension. Then, she exudes drama and sexiness with the V-slit neckline without it being distracting. Finally, the eye-catching bow might be my favorite part of the whole thing.

4 | Rebecca Ferguson in Vivienne Westwood (2023)

This dress was deceptively a bit boring to me at first glance, but the longer I studied it, I realized that there are so many lovely, complex details to this look. The monochromatic color palette is made fascinating by the usage of different textures that look like they are dripping off of her. Girl is literally dripping gorgeousness and the abstract draping of the pearls and skirt make her look like a work of art. While it's maybe not the best color for her and I personally think it makes her look a tiny bit washed out, it was my favorite of everyone's outfits during the Dead Reckoning tour by far.

5 | Lupita Nyong'o in Calvin Klein (2015)

Pearl accessories have been agreed upon by most to be the classiest accessories out there- so what does that say about this gown?? While the color and silhouette are unassuming at first glance, this dress is super decadent. There are few red carpet looks I've seen where the hours of meticulous craftsmanship that went into it are this evident. I love that the beads also are not organized to only display one texture, and the peephole below the neckline is a flirty touch of contrast. The way the gems interact with light is ethereal, and that one large pearl at the base of the neckline is just eye-catching perfection.

6 | Vanessa Kirby in Valentino (2022)

This set of separates is all about bold, powerful, and modern femininity. With the slit and open midsection, it reads as very flirty and sexy, while also being comfortable and confident in that sexuality. Since it's such an unconventional, attention-grabbing outfit, I like that Vanessa went simple on the rest of the look, but it seems like it's missing the tiniest final touch, like a cocktail ring or some silver earrings to match the shoes. Overall, I love that it's different and memorable from what I normally see, and totally encapsulates the phrase "fun, fresh and flirty."

7 | Natalie Portman in Schiaparelli (2024)

When I say mother is mothering. This is another prime example of a look that is deceptively simple at first glance but really has all kinds of intriguing layers to it. The cheeky cutout, the dramatic makeup, the "reputation"-esque clutch, and then on top of it all, the chunky chain neckline is my favorite touch, adding delightful texture and draping elegantly down her shoulders. A timeless and versatile ensemble you'd be hard-pressed to go wrong with. My queen is in her revenge dress era for sure.

8 | Natalie Portman in Dior (2024)

Again I am stunned by the hours of expert craftsmanship that must have gone into this dress. Collabs between her and Dior are practically a never-miss kind of deal- just serve after serve after serve. This gown is also amazing because of how timeless it is- the style could easily have come from a number of different decades, and its simplicity leaves the door open for all kinds of accessorizing. Speaking of which, it does feel like it's missing some miniscule detail, and I personally would have worn my hair down or in a ponytail with a less severe part. But this is ultimately yet another instance of an actress looking like a work of art- the delicate color gradient resembles a serene Monet or Seurat painting.

9 | SZA in Versace (2018)

This gown was everything that I believe the Met Gala "Heavenly Bodies" theme was supposed to be about, from the delicate celestial halo to the cloud-like skirt in sunrise pastel pink. The skirt is also a really cool silhouette that we don’t see very often and adds to the illusion of her floating on the clouded sky. Finally, the thigh-high matching boots were a super-fun surprise. It could fit a tiny bit better at the waist where it's bunching up, but by far the best look of the event that year.

10 | Amy Adams in Valentino (2014)

This look perfectly straddles the two extremes of simple and dramatic, as well as vintage and modern. While there aren't any patterns, ruffles, bows, beads, or any of that jazz, the small train is very sophisticated and the deep V neckline is an alluring and attention-commanding focal point, especially accented with a lovely pendant. I also love a good color block moment, and most of the look is very Old Hollywood. And whether it was intentional or coincidental, she truly looks meant to be at the red carpet, matching perfectly with it.

11 | Diane Kruger in Elie Saab (2016)

While I don't think that this was the right dress for the hair color and makeup she chose, I love the gown itself. Very evocative of lovecore (one of my favorite aesthetics) with the fun and intricate heart pattern. The belt is also a nice resting point for the eyes that keeps the pattern from getting overwhelming and gives the gown structure. It is flirty, flowy and a touch playful while also giving off an aura of edginess and mystery.

12 | Margot Robbie in Versace (2017)

This look is a wonderfully kitschy 90s throwback and not everyone could pull it off on the red carpet without looking tacky. However, the way she keeps it simple with the hair and accessories is perfect. The twist of the fabric at the waist makes the pattern more interesting and dynamic to look at when it might otherwise seem a bit static. While it wouldn't necessarily work for any occasion, during the right one I think it wins by an absolute runaway.

[positivelybeastly]

Hi!! Is me, Stray! After many a trial and error, I now have an RP blog! Just letting you know I'm here and, uh, favorite music genres & favorite song headcanons for Hank?

Welcome to the roleplaying community! There's always a few ups and downs when you're first getting set up, especially if you've only ever set up the one Tumblr for personal use, but there's always room to learn, and I find that people tend to be generally pretty accommodating if you're as polite as you've been on Anon! If you have any questions about roleplay etiquette or the like, feel free to send another ask or just IM me.

As for favourite music genres and song headcanons for Hank, I generally think he's a pretty open minded fellow? There are a good few bands and types of music we know for certain that he enjoys.

Jocko Homo, by Devo.

Dead Man's Party, by Oingo Boingo.

Chopin's Nocturne.

60s rock! I can see him being a Creedence Clearwater Revival kinda guy.

Acis and Galatea!

The Rolling Stones!

Something you'll often see assumed of Hank is that just because he's a man of the arts, well read, and eloquent, is that he's some kind of music snob, that he only listens to opera, that he only enjoys classical, that he looks down on 'lesser' forms of music. And I honestly just don't believe that would be the case?

Like . . . here's the thing. Hank may talk fancy, but he is still, at best, a middle class farm boy from Illinois. If he has an accent, it's probably closest to a Chicago accent, if he hasn't trained his voice to do something entirely different - he does mention his voice has changed during his feline mutation to a baritone, so it's not out of the question. But he is not (or at least, he should not be) a hoity toity snooty asshole.

This is something even writers often get wrong about him - they assume that he's the smart character, ergo he must be the snooty, elitist character, which is something Ben Percy leans into, but it's not even just him, it's Paul Di Filippo in X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #8, too. It becomes an asshole trait, and it's just. Not. Accurate.

Hank likes all kinds of music. In fact, I struggle to think of a kind he's outright stated he hates, though he's been around for 60 years, I'm sure someone can correct me. He's a curious fellow! He likes to explore! He'll consume any media, he quotes 1940s Superman comics, he watches Robin Hood movies with Wonder Man, why in god's name would he be a snob?

As for headcanon? I have tons! I often think, hmm, this feels like a song Hank would like, or a song that feels like a Hank song, when I listen to music, because. You know. Big blue guy's p much always on the brain.

I have a Spotify playlist that I occasionally add to, but currently on there is:

Is She Really Going Out With Him? by Joe Jackson - self deprecating, but also kind of a banger.

Carry on by fun - fun is an amazing band, and I definitely feel the lyricism and scale of their music would appeal to Hank.

Rain on Me by Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande - I don't know if Hank would listen to this, but it has his vibe.

Cells by They Might Be Giants - I'm sorry, but have you fucking heard a band that more encapsulates Hank's personality?

Dr. Wanna Do by Caro Emerald - my old Abigail RP partner used to use this as her ringtone for Hank. I think Hank likes some jazz.

Cure for Me by Aurora - again, not one I think Hank would listen to, but again, it feels like Hank to me.

Very Good Advice by Robert Smith - Hank totally digs new wave and the Cure, and literary references mixed in with that vibe? Totally.

Moonshine by Caravan Palace - this song leads into Lone Digger by the same band, which I put on Dark Beast's playlist, representing the continuity between them. It has the right energy.

There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards by Ian Dury and the Blockheads - songs Hank would sing in the middle of the fight if it weren't full of swearing and comics were allowed to do that.

I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick - he does.

On Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz - this just has exactly the right energy.

I Will Dare by The Replacements - "How smart are you? / How dumb am I? / Don't count any of my advice. / Oh, meet me any place or anywhere or anytime / Now I don't care, meet me tonight / If you will dare, I might dare."

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift - another one that doesn't feel quite like something Hank would listen to, but I think we can all relate to this song a little bit (does that make me a basic bitch? Maybe), and some of the lyrics are so awfully Hank. "I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror," like, fuck.

Turning Japanese by The Vapors - Iunno, I just think he'd like it. I often think that if I were gonna make an OG X-Factor movie, this is what would start the movie during a fight scene.

I would also like to give @brw a shoutout for their excellent Hank playlist, which introduced me to, among other things, Touch-Tone Telephone, which feels like Hank's theme song.

Oh, also, The Plastic Age by The Buggles. Hank absolutely loves prog-rock, you know he does. Oh, and showtunes! The man just will not stop singing, in the middle of fights or while being filmed for the nightly news, so he totally vibes with some Broadway. I'd also be lying if I said that Dust and Ashes doesn't feel like a New X-Men Grant Morrison Beast vibe all over. And Hank would love it! A musical based on War and Peace? Sign him the fuck up!

[muzzleroars]

oh me and a friend have though of this too! mainly if angel blood would be different than human blood, we came to the conclusion that angel blood would feel like a soda, I do think maybe husk and demon blood would also 'taste' a bit different, maybe like a warm drink or bitter/sour since they're dead? machine blood maybe like a fun mix between human blood they were fueled with before human kind was dead and husk blood

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aaaaa angel blood being effervescent.....i love it so much, like there being a feeling of lightness to it in a way (and while demons aren't related to angels as far as we know, i can't stop thinking now that their blood is like flat soda lol). and i definitely think the husk blood may taste stale, perhaps duller than human blood or like you said, human blood that's gone a bit off. machines are a total mixed bag and offer a ton of different flavors, although they're all smashed together making the combos either completely (unpleasantly) strange or absolutely incredible mixtures. you never know!

[cromaka3666]

a rant/series of ideas

So I've posted these on SB before but to put it simply, the phandom is stagnant. The same ideas are repeated over and over again mixed up but too similar to tell apart. Over on ao3s dp crossover section I've noticed a ton of these stories are created after the author reads a prompt here so I figured I'd gather the posts I've made on SB and post them here in hopes those authors can see them. I'm just copy/pasting these so they will look weird as they were originally posted on SB and I can't be bothered to edit them.

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So yall know how d.c. crossovers are really common. Well I just had a small idea to add to the list of why heroes don't usually kill, batman especially. Obsessions can help make ghosts and few people are more obsessed than villains, the heroes know this and don't want to risk powering up their rogue gallery more, especially since hell is real and as we saw with deathstroke/slade it's easy to make deals and return. Just another angle to add for those crossovers. Last thing anyone wants is a ghost/demon empowered joker running around.

We have tons of danny phantom dc crossovers but not a single one has Cujo join the super pets for adventures. This is a crime that should be rectified immediately. Best pup should be allowed to play with Ace and Krypto and fight animal crimes.

What aren't there any stories where danny is in the marvels zombies storyline, or dceased, or blackest night, or even the new dc vs vampires storyline.

Why are almost all horror stories about him being tortured when there are perfectly good zombie apocalypses he can fight in. I'd love to see danny wield a black lantern ring and be in total control because he's already dead and as such doesn't need to eat hearts to gain power.

I'd love to see danny get bite by a vampire only for them to taste what's basically deadmans blood. We need less secret sibling, torture filled, betrayal fics and more danny pulling a doomslayer and fighting trigons armies when he invades.

Pariah Dark pulling amity into the gz would have gotten international attention just like cannon. Something that's brought up but never really explored are meta humans rights clashing with the anti ecto laws, I'd love to see the various magic users testifying in congress, debunking the fentons beliefs that ghosts aren't people and as such deserve the same rights as everyone else.

Also I'd love to see walker put in control of arkham, blackgate, or Belle reve. He'd have those places on lockdown, and the thought of the joker trying to escape only for walker to toss him back in his cell is hilarious to me.

All these DC crossovers but not one shows an alternate danny in the justice lords, injustice, or crime syndicate version of the league.

I'm tired of rereading the same stuff, let me read about an evil crime boss danny or one who rules over the GZ like how the justice lords rule earth, or one that sides with superman after metropolis gets nuked. So many alternate worlds, timelines, and dimensions to choose from and they always pick the same ones.

Forget JLU, YJ, or TT let me see danny in the justice league dark apocalypse war movie as a trigon possed Dan Phantom and have him fight Darksied

The infinite realms is so underutilized in the dc crossovers, and just the phandom in general.

You have an entire dimension that can take you any when and anywhere you want/don't want and you don't use it to let superman meet his parents before krypton blows up, or any other orphan superhero for that matter.

Hell you don't have to save his family, you can set up a stable time loop where this meeting is what convinced them to send him to earth rather then any of kryptons dying colonies.

Have Pandora meet wonder women, I don't think I've seen anything more then a passing reference about her in any dc stories to date. The 4 armed ghost of a Greek Goddess would absolutely be something the Amazon's would want to meet.

I'd love to see more stories exploring the factions in the gz like make up a rivalry between the far frozen and Atlantis before the yetis died out and less stories about Lazarus pits being ectoplasm, and Danny bring the lover/secret brother to the entire bat clan.

Give me poison ivy possed by Undergrowth or the joker being terrorized by the box ghost because joker gas doesn't work on the dead. Hell weather wizard/ any other weather villain teaming up with vortex would be fun. Or have technus hijack brainiac/amazo, now that be a good threat.

Let's see Danny put on the helmet of fate and fight klarion because he's not at the same level as the cosmic forces of order and chaos rather then the gz being some super dimension that John "I sold my soul to 30 devils, 10 gods, an angel and a fae" Constantine is too scared to touch. Pariah was powerful, but he ain't Darkseid, Trigon, Child, or Nekron powerful.

Let's see more, superheroes deal with ghostly shit rather then Danny runs away/moves to Gotham for the 30th time. Like lets say the flash has to deal with Kitty and Johnny joy riding in Central city but he can't touch them or freakshow stops in Gotham and kidnaps Jason since the phandom is obsessed with making him a halfa or halfa adjacent. So much potential and none of it explored!

So, yall know how the phandom likes to make ectoplasm an emotional conduit. Where ghosts either can feel / feed on emotions and ectoplasm can have emitions without being a ghost, usually when talking about the pit rage Jason has in the DC stories. Well, let's roll with that and add the Emotional Entities that the lantern corps use.

If ghosts feed on emotions then the lanterns are basically walking snacks, if they sense emotions then the lanterns are walking flash bangs, and if ectoplasm can have emotions then let's have some ghosts get lantern rings simply because they are emotions given physical forms.

Also, yall know how the Danny defeats pariah and becomes king stories are a whole thing, why doesn't that apply to Dan?

Rant/prompt ideas done for now but I have so many more. Let's bring some life back to this half dead phandom.

[cathyl-washere]

Hey gamers, this is my first actual post here.

First things first, terfs, nazis, homophobes, racists, you and your lot can and should fuck off. No sissy blogs either, that's not for me.

Minors should maybe not be here either if only for the odd NSFW post, so here's your warning.

Bit of a length warning I suppose? I ramble a bit, but it's my pinned so I guess now's the time.

As my blurb says and avatar implies, I'm a 20 year-old transfem, working with she/her pronouns currently. I'm generally kind of hesitant to really talk about myself to strangers or to even say something in the first place, even when it's just to the void like I have been since I started here about a month and a half ago. You may recall my mentioning that this is my first actual post, or have noticed that I've only tagged like, 2 of my reblogs at time of writing. I'm trying to get out there a bit more which is why I'm even making this, but if I take some time to reply to a pm or whatever, know that there's this on top of anything irl. Also I have a tendency to write in a way as though I were actually talking, so apologies for any overuse of commas or really long sentences. Trying to be mindful of this way of writing myself though.

Should say that whatever eldritch critter lords over us all gave me the delightful combo of being able to remember a bunch of absolutely bizarre and incredibly niche things about whatever while also forgetting it all when it miraculously becomes useful. You may be familiar with the "Spirit of the Staircase?" Gamer, you're looking at her. I mention this to say that despite the length of some of the later parts, they're still not exhaustive.

I've also got into the habit of referring to people as gamers because it has that wonderful combo of being both gender-neutral and oddly funny to me. Not in a demeaning way, my sense of humor has just kind of veered into nonsense.

On that note, I should also mention that I myself have committed a cardinal sin and am indeed, a gamer. Platforms I'm on are Playstation and Switch. PC gaming is unfortunately out of my purview currently. I prefer PvE generally but also don't mind pwning some children if the vibes are there. Hope you have your bingo card ready because yes, Celeste is my favorite game. I have WAY too much time into Warframe and I like Dead by Daylight, Deep Rock Galactic, Risk of Rain 2/Returns, and Slay the Spire quite a bit. Tragically I've been a gamer for a while, so I'm just naming a few of my main ones right now while totally not ignoring a sizeable backlog, no sirree!

Music is also a bit of a vibes thing. Generally more of a fan of less intense songs, which may be an odd thing to follow up on by saying prog rock's also pretty cool. Longer a song is, the better is my usual take. City pop's also superb, language barrier be damned. Vaporwave's awesome. Born and raised on the rock of the 70's and 80's with parents that rarely listened to anything after Kurt Cobain rose to power for most of my younger years, so a good chunk of that has worked its way into my playlist. Video game music has a tendency to be wonderful to my ears as well. Solar Ash, both Risk of Rains (although yes, I lean towards the second + DLC here), Night in the Woods, songs from several of the Persona series (Layer Cake, Beneath the Mask - Rain and both versions of Specialist, oh my!), a few from Warframe and of course, the titular Celeste. Lena really is just something else, and I think I can say with some confidence that Quiet and Falling is just my favorite song generally. It does have some competition, so in no particular order I'll rattle some off: Anri's Shyness Boy, Depeche Mode's Enjoy the Silence (primarily the Hands and Feet Mix version), Hall and Oates' Out of Touch, Mac Demarco's Freaking out the Neighborhood, ABBA's Dancing Queen, Yoko Takahashi's The Cruel Angel's Thesis, Prince's Little Red Corvette, Kensuke Ushio's Crybaby, Jane Pop's Drive to 1980 Love, Shakatak's Bitch to the Boys, Komm Susser Todd from End of Evangelion, Mystical Composer by Momoko Kikuchi, Love don't come Easy by The New Jersey Connection, Once in a Lullaby by Chris Christodoulou, No Tengo Dinero - Maxi by Righeira, Seaside by Dan Mason, In your Eyes by Peter Gabriel, Dinner is not over by Jack Stauber's Micropop, Dress Down by Kaoru Akimoto, Radio Ga-Ga by Queen, Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie, and this list is getting kind of long, huh? God, music is just so freakin' awesome. Truly, one of my biggest regrets will be that I didn't hear enough of it. Band-wise, I'll mention I quite like Steely Dan, Tally Hall, 1986 Omega Tribe, Car Seat Headrest, The Comet is Coming (loving Hyper-Dimensional Expansion Beam right now), Dan Mason, Mitch Murder, Desired, Nyarons, Seycara Orchestral, Shakatak, Ibrahim, OSC, Both Jack Stauber and his Micropop, Prince, Queen, Junko Ohashi, Anri, Meatloaf, Gorillaz, Night Tempo, City Girl, Yes, PKCH, Chris Christodoulou, Cape Coral, Tupperwave, Oresama, Weird Al (EBAY in particular will forever take up some of my brain space at any given moment) and good ol' Lena Raine. While we're here, I guess the one album I'll mention is Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of the War of the Worlds. Make sure it's the original though, some of the songs were revamped in recent years and personally I'm not partial to that rendition of them.

If you inferred that I might like some anime given the above section has quite a few Japanese artists then yes, your intuition was correct. I have fallen off of it recently, but stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, Cowboy Bebop, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Mob Psycho, and My Life With Monster Girls are some that I enjoy.

Romantically, I'd say I'm into women. We're entering kind of weird territory for me here though because while I would quite like a romantic partner and someone to cuddle with, I'm kind of not so sure how keen I am on any actual sex? Half of me wonders if I'm just asexual while the other half wonders if it might actually be a case of finding the proper someone. I don't know, it's very much uncharted territory for me and I'm not sure where I'll end up on it. Also the whole "finally accepting that I'm trans" thing probably has its influence somewhere in there.

Politically, just give people stuff. Meet their basic needs, implement a UBI, make it so that every grandparent has a bottomless jar of sweets for the wee ones. Public transport good, cars bad, Golf is actively terrible in multiple ways. Chuck bricks at cops, detonate an oil rig (in Minecraft, I guess), eat the rich, the usual. Ideally, mix the three. Abortions and contraception are healthcare, and alongside education all should be free. Kill the cop in your head, both in the sense that if you saw someone shoplift, no you didn't and that you don't have to impose yourself on people just having some earnest, unconventional fun. These are some of my viewpoints, but I'm hesitant to try and pin myself down with a specific position due to a lack of having really read well, any greater political works, still needing to flatten some views I've kind of just had seep into me from the greater culture ("But is x really the proper thing" is tragically a constant, but I've needed to quash the Devil's Advocate voice in my head for years at this point. The little bastard never truly seems to leave. Yeah, having a little gremlin constantly try and check my thoughts can be handy now and then, but it gets really annoying when I think about topics like how the death penalty shouldn't be a thing because like, what are you doing here you idiot? Don't let your personal misgivings with a person allow for executions), and honestly a little because I need to try and be firmer as a person. I put a lot more stock into the thoughts of others than my own, and sometimes it's tough to remember that me and my thoughts also have value, whatever that looks like. Is that the best thing to just type aloud? Also don't hit your kids, regardless of circumstance.

Uhhh got to say I'm blanking a bit on what else to put in. Closing remarks now I suppose. Life is fucking awesome, and I mean that to apply to most-every instance of it. We're all just here on our queer little blogs having a time with one another, and isn't that wonderful? The past 5 years or so have been terrible mentally for me with a few really bad months in particular this year, but I finally feel like I'm on the up-and-up. Accepting that I'm trans after repressing it for a while, finally cutting off a bad friend (hopefully for good), working on getting HRT. With any luck, I'll have some patches in my hands next Friday, the 15th of September. That's huge for me, not only in the obvious sense but because my brain somehow twisted itself into thinking that I can't take this whole topic seriously outside of hair growth and shaving facial hair until I actually get some form of HRT into my hands, AND IT'S HAPPENING! AAAAHHH!!! I'm moving into the next chapter of my life after being kind of stagnant for a while, and I've had such a wonderful vigor these past few weeks that I haven't known in ages. I've really embraced an appreciation of what others might consider mundane, and just trying to be a bit goofy. Letting things roll off of me, even if the anxiety tends to really weaken my legs and make me nauseous. I stay silly. The horrors may persist, but so do I. So do you. How lovely.

Also,

[luciusgerard]

Eddie Remembered — How that scene should have gone.

WARNING: Spoilers for Stranger Things 4

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Basically, this is my personal interpretation for how Eddie's death scene should have gone. Eddie Munson should not have died, and it was entirely unneccessary to kill his character off, especially in the way that they did. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! <3

Total word count: 1,661 (I think)

Eddie Munson was dead.

Or, so he thought. The so-called "demobats" had torn out what was probably several pounds of flesh from his abdomen and his mouth was full of his own blood. Every shaking breath sent a shooting pain through his body; every tiny movement was excruciating.

"Eddie!" Dustin screamed from somewhere nearby. Even from a distance, Eddie could hear the anguish in his voice, and though he'd done what he could to ensure his friend wouldn't follow him, Eddie couldn't bring himself to care that his efforts weren't enough. In fact, he was almost glad.

Dustin limped to Eddie on a newly-injured leg. Maybe he broke his ankle or just badly sprained it—either way, it didn't seem like the most pressing of concerns. The boy knelt next to his friend, desperately gripping his jacket.

"Oh god. Oh god, Eddie," Dustin said quietly through his tears.

"Bad, huh?" Eddie said, choking slightly on his words. Dustin shook his head.

"No, you're gonna be fine," he said, taking Eddie by the shoulders and lifting his upper body onto his lap. "Just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?"

"Okay," Eddie said. Dustin pulled him up by the shoulders, and Eddie began to try sitting up. Then, he stopped.

"I think..." Eddie struggled in agony to say, "I think I just...I think I just need a second, okay?"

"Okay," Dustin said. He stopped lifting, instead holding his friend and allowing him to relax. Eddie's dark, round eyes met his, in a moment of grief, desperation, and, strangely, inexplicable peace.

Eddie smiled.

"I didn't run away this time, right?" he said weakly, salty tears trickling down his cheeks. A sob escaped Dustin's throat.

"No," Dustin said, pain overtaking his usually bright and jovial tone. "No, you didn't run."

The day before spring break, when Dustin and Mike asked if the Hellfire meeting could be postponed so they could attend Lucas's game. Eddie remembered how strongly he'd reacted, downright repulsed at the idea that his precious Dungeons and Dragons club meeting could be held off another day or two. Oh, how dumb and insignificant a person's past grievances can seem when faced with weighing survival against humanity, or one's own life against those who despised them. Eddie remembered how he'd referred to Mike, Dustin, and Lucas as "lost sheep," lost sheep he'd needed to look out for and recruit for the club, how he'd mocked their clothing in jest, how he'd told them they'd be the future of Hellfire looking out for the other lost sheepies after he graduated. He made a soft, shaky noise, a mix of laughing, crying, and choking.

"You're gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?" he said. It was hardly a question, but rather an instruction, a final word of guidance from a dying older brother.

"No, you're gonna do that yourself," Dustin said tearfully. Eddie looked up at him with a pained smile.

"Nah, I'm dead," he said, sounding a bit too casual about the situation for Dustin's liking. "Say, 'I'm gonna look after them.' Say it."

Dustin let out another sob. "I'm...I'm gonna look after them," he promised in a sorrowful whisper.

Eddie remembered how he'd told his fellow Hellfire members how he'd finally graduate this year after being held back twice, as long as he managed a D in Ms. O'Donnell's class. How he'd told them '86 would finally be his year. He dolorously looked back on the memory with a sad smile.

"Good," he said to Dustin. "'Cause I'm actually gonna graduate." Eddie mustered a weak chuckle. "I think it's my year, Henderson. I think it's finally my year."

Dustin helplessly wept, holding onto Eddie's shirt like a lifeline. It was as if he was the one dying, not Eddie. All he could do was hold him, maybe providing a bit of comfort in his final moments. Eddie reached up, taking Dustin's jacket in his hands.

"I love you, man," he managed. Dustin cried harder, holding Eddie tighter against his body with each heaving breath.

"I love you too," he said through the tears, his voice trembling beyond control.

Eddie's smile faded, and he looked away from Dustin's tear-soaked face. His eyes found a spot far in the distance, high in the sky full of lightning and low, churning clouds. As the light slowly left his eyes, he could just barely hear Dustin repeating his name, though it sounded like he was mumbling on the other end of a long tunnel, and shaking him gently as if he were waking him from sleep.

Eddie remembered Chrissy, how sweet she'd been. How she jumped like a scared rabbit at the sound of a squirrel running up a tree, how nervous she was, how her high-pitched voice shook as she spoke. He remembered how he'd done his best to put her at ease, reminiscing about middle school, when she was eleven and he was nearly fourteen. Yet there they were, two high school seniors, only one there because they were supposed to be. Because they weren't made to feel stupid every moment of their life because they couldn't pay attention. How terrible a death Chrissy had died.

Eddie remembered Patrick, who he didn't know. Maybe he would have, in another world. He knew him to be quieter than the others on the basketball team, and far more respectful than the loud-mouthed and arrogant Jason Carver or that other kid, Andrew or Adam or something. He remembered how genuinely terrified Patrick looked on the night he died, the same way Chrissy had. Eddie almost wished he had gotten to know Patrick—perhaps, in another twisted universe, the two of them could have been friends.

Eddie remembered the Hellfire Club, Dustin, and Mike, and Gareth, and even annoying yet awesome Erica. How he'd told them there's no shame in running, back when the only thing he'd think of upon hearing the name Vecna was a fictional character in a fantasy game. How he'd encouraged them to haul ass and avoid getting themselves, or at least their characters, killed. If only he'd listened to his own advice. As much as he kicked himself for running from everything like the coward he believed himself to be, this time he wished he had.

Strangely enough, more than anything else, Eddie remembered Steve. He hadn't gotten to know Steve at all before this week, mainly because he assumed he'd be a major douchebag. Turned out he was anything but. Thick-skulled, sure, but also kind, loyal, and fiercely protective of those he cared about. Funny, too. And, as much as Eddie hated to admit it? Steve was one of the most beautiful human beings he'd ever seen in his life, except maybe Johnny Depp from A Nightmare on Elm Street. Even then, close contest. Eddie remembered how he had given Steve his battle vest on a whim, and how it felt like he had very literally given an almost complete stranger a piece of him, an extension of himself. Still, he wanted Steve to keep it.

Eddie thought of Hawkins. He thought of how much the people in that godforsaken town wanted him arrested. How so many of them wanted him dead, and how willing, how eager they were to carry it out themselves. How they would jump at the chance to murder a teenager for playing a game, because no one would ever buy that Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High, was at his trailer to buy drugs. Surely he was the spawn of Satan himself, there to sacrifice a young girl to the Devil because apparently he had nothing better to do on his Friday nights. He thought of how dying to save all of their lives wouldn't erase their opinions of him. Dustin testifying that Eddie had been eaten by monsters from an alternate dimension certainly wouldn't hold up well in court, whether or not it was true. The blame might even be shifted to Dustin, and Eddie was not having that.

No.

He was going to live.

Using all the strength he had left, Eddie took in a sharp, gasping breath, now with a sense of desperation to him. He was going to survive. He was going to get to the hospital. He was going to get whatever stitches, whatever surgery he needed, and Dustin could tell them he was attacked by a pack of wild dogs or something. All he knew was that he had to go on, if only to prove his innocence to a town that never had any reason to love him. A town that thought he was a freak.

Or, for his adopted little brother right next to him, begging him to stay alive. If not for them, if not for himself, then for him.

"Dustin," Eddie wheezed, struggling for air. Dustin's eyes widened.

"Eddie," he said hopefully. "Eddie, please tell me you're still here."

Eddie coughed, trying and failing to focus his blurred vision on something, Dustin's face or a tree branch or something.

"I'm still here, man," he managed. "My second's up."

Dustin, unsure of what Eddie meant, could only look at him, now not only grief-stricken, but also confused.

"Come on, Henderson," Eddie said, gripping Dustin's arms in determination. "Hospital. You said it yourself."

Dustin's heartbroken eyes lit up. "O-okay," he said, sniffling. Eddie's tenacity was contagious. He took Eddie by the shoulders, and with several painful heaves, managed to get him to a standing position, though he was mostly being carried by Dustin. The man was heavier than he looked. Usually, Eddie would have viewed being nearly dragged by a limping child out of an alternate dimension after being attacked by bloodthirsty bats as somewhat of a blow to his ego, but this Eddie, this unrecognizable version of himself with a newfound appreciation for life and an astonishingly foggy brain, didn't care even the smallest bit. The only thing he was focused on was survival.

And survive, he would.

[chantsdemarins]

❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son Chapter 9 Ballad of the Leaves

Chapter summary: Loki and Lillian decide their son’s life might be best saved in a faraway realm.

Smut rating: Sorry 😞 this chapter is mostly drama! Just longing….😭😭😭

Things are hard and sad right now but I hope interesting! As always reblog and comments are my absolute favorite way to connect!

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Laufey slowly made his way up the long claustrophobic stairway to the top of his aging castle. Loose bricks wobbled under large feet, causing dust to mix with the falling snow, coating his muscular blue body with a fine sheen of dirty sleet.

Once he took the last step, he wandered across the battlement, eyes seemingly searching the darkness for his own memories. A dream had woken him from sleep.

He had not thought about Azira in a long time, but he had never totally forgotten her. She was still there in his mind, hundreds of years later. Parts of her, at least.

In the chaos of the war with Odin’s Aesir, he had lost their young son. He had assumed the child had perished in the aftermath or during the bloody destruction Jötunnheim had endured. Another loss for his realm when they had already lost so much. Laufey had told Azira that he believed the child dead. He gave her an ending to the unknown, hoping it would bring her peace.

It did not, she unceremoniously left Jötunnheim, and him, returning to her home.

Few frost giants were left, and his lover and child's loss had stunned Laufey. A secret he kept to himself. Under the council's guidance, he moved on quickly to return the order to his realm. He married; he had more children. He rebuilt Jötunnheim.

But tonight, Azira had come to him in his dream.

She was holding the baby they lost so many years ago. Jötunn were not sentimental beings, and this kind of dream was uncommon. Laufey decided to resist more contemplation on the matter. He returned to his chamber and his bed. His current wife, still sleeping peacefully, turned over to her side, not knowing he had ever left.

“My lady, you demand too much. If you recall correctly, I see all-not ignore all-as you seem to be asking me to do as of late.”

Heimdall seemed to be referring to more than just the current proposition Lillian was requesting of him, which was a good sign that he had let Enid pass through to Midgard…She had called him from her quarters, hoping he would hear her. When he appeared before her in his astro form, relief was palpable across her face.

“Heimdall, I don’t know secret passages or portals. I only know you can get me to Jötunnheim by way of the Bifrost. That is where I must go,” Lillian said, instinctively touching her stomach.

“Where is Prince Loki, Lillian? Should you plot such things in your condition? My lady, I worry for your health and the eyes that might see you. Has there even been an official announcement of the first royal grandchild?”

Lillian answered Heimdall, her anger brewing, “I don’t believe there will be an announcement now that it seems my son is Jötunn. Odin and Frigga were not happy. Loki and I obviously were, um, you know….”

“I know. Yes. Go on.”

She continued, “yes, but they were somewhat excited they didn’t have to keep lying, and then they could just spin some story to the rest of Asgard. But now that my son is a frost giant, they can’t, and my body can’t….”

Tears fell from Lillian's face in silent streams as she wiped them with her shirt. Heimdall wished he was in the room with her. He would hold her tight. The woman needed someone...

“I’ll ask again, my lady, where is your baby's father now?”

The dark, thickly patinaed walls of Tveten Gård were comforting to Loki. Years of candle smoke, tobacco, and the blustery hot air of intoxicated patrons, fixed the sheen to the tavern's interior.

He often came here when he was young, but he had not returned for a very long time. Royal duties had taken precedence, and he relinquished the pursuits of his youth. Although he was back at his familiar haunt tonight, meeting Lukas.

Loki had left the palace when he thought Lillian was asleep. Or hoped she was. He had not noticed one of her eyes open as he left his chambers. Given the course of the last few weeks and their near-constant state of panic, she let Loki go without questioning.

This wasn’t the time to try and tame him back into domestic subserviency. If he felt he had to sneak out in the middle of the night, she hoped he was just smoking clove cigarettes on the balcony and left it at that for now. She was too tired to think of anything more damming for the prince at the moment.

Since they found out her body could not carry their son to term fully, most hours were spent searching tirelessly for a spell, magic, some unknown siður that would allow their son to make it safely to this realm. Frigga and Eir led the charge. They were also bound by their oaths to save this child’s life, even if its existence was politically complex and caused a significant disruption in the house of Odin. Frigga was also full of guilt.

She went over her mind hundreds of ways she could have told Loki of his heritage. If he had just known, he could have been more prepared. They all could have been. Odin had never permitted it. Loki was his prize, his bargaining chip for the peace between Jötunn and the Aesir. Laufey had believed his son dead. His existence guaranteed peace between the realms. When it was the right time, Odin would tell Laufey, and not a moment before.

Lukas walked into the tavern and held out his large arms, folding Loki into them, knocking him off his stool.

“Hey, you never learn, do you, don’t hug me,” Loki said, steadying himself back on the leather seat.

“Nice to see you too, Loki,” Lukas sneered at him.

“Barkeep, we will have two bottles of your finest distilled barley spirits,” Lukas yelled over Loki's scrunched shoulders.

“Two bottle night, huh? Did Aslaug break up with you again?” Loki laughed. The levity of merely worrying about a fickle girlfriend made him feel like he was young again, unfettered.

“Yes, again. I swear, I wonder what I did this time. Loki, you should write her a letter about me, certifying my worth,” Lukas said as he grabbed the bottles the bartender slid down to his waiting hands. He uncorked the brown liquid and quickly filled their glasses.

Bringing up his glass to Loki’s face, he said, “what should we toast to?”.

“I can’t think of much, honestly,” Loki said truthfully.

“Oh no, man, I don’t like this! What’s happened to my favorite mischief?” His breath was hot near the nape of Loki’s neck, his lips too close to his ear.

Loki swatted him away. What had he done? Why was he hanging out with his old lover? His thoughts immediately return to Lillian, pregnant with his son, fitfully sleeping in his bed.

“No offense, my man! Lighten up, Loki. Has Thor got your panties in a bunch again? Let me remind you how we used to get your mind off your dull-witted brother.”

Lukas took Loki’s body and pulled him close to him. His chest was so near to his that he could feel Lukas’ heart beating through his leather cloak.

“You recall, don’t you? Or was I truly that unmemorable?” Lukas playfully jeered as he spun them around to the festive music playing in the back of the tavern.

Loki didn’t move. He was a heavyweight in Lukas’ arms.

When Lukas noticed Loki was not dancing, he spoke defiantly, “oh, you’re no fun anymore, Odinson. You’ve become a bore.”

He took a swig of his drink, slammed down the empty glass, and pirouetted away from Loki, grabbing a rather fun-looking woman away from talking with her friends. He spun her around in a circle, then proceeded to do a version of the Asgard two-step, always looking over his shoulder at the brooding raven-haired man who had moved on from the glass to one of the bottles.

By the blessings of the new gods Lillian was starting to pray to, Heimdall eventually agreed to Lillian’s request, barely.

He had now stuck his neck out for the young woman yet again, for reasons he didn’t quite understand. Every time he talked to Lillian, he felt a feeling of protection toward her, like she was one of his daughters. He also was old enough to know the truth, although he would never tell Lillian what exactly he knew.

The stoic guardian would also not admit that he loved the youngest son of Odin very much, having equal parts compassion for his plight as well. He risked his life for the young couple because it was the right thing to do.

It just happened to be treasonous by default.

The only request he made to Lillian in return for his blind eye was to have the young prince go with her. There was no way she would go there alone, under any circumstances, but he promised he would help her. Satisfied with Heimdall’s promise, she crawled back into her empty bed. Loki still was not home.

He must be smoking a lot of cigarettes...

Staring at the ceiling, she wondered what they would find on Jötunnheim. She would not let herself imagine they wouldn’t find a way for their son to be born. Having little experience as a mother so far, the drive to protect him sometimes amazed her. Where did this instinct come from?

It was more than primal; it was like it came from the center of the universe. The love she felt was overwhelming. Although her passion for her baby’s father kept her eyes taped open and sleep evading her.

Where was he?

As the light of day illuminated Loki’s chambers, Lillian woke.

She had finally fallen asleep a few hours before, and Loki had returned at some point. A thin satin sheet covered his naked form. Protective of her fragile condition, Loki had not touched her since their interlude in the cave. In truth, her wicked love and desire had joined their bodies, so it had been a while since she felt his desire; she had become accustomed to it, like her own breath.

Inhaling deeply, she smelled alcohol and smoke in Loki's hair as she laid her head back on the pillow. She didn’t want to need him. She didn’t want to be so vulnerable that she would accuse him of something, especially since she had no idea if she would ever know if his response was truthful.

His response to her condition so far was noble. He was putting in the time and effort to find all the books he could read, to uncover a way to save their son, but he had also grown distant. For now, Lillian forgave him for what he may have done or not done. Which was probably stupid and naïve, but her life was focused on staying alive and keeping her son alive.

If Loki was going to be a father and partner, he needed to do it wholeheartedly. There was no forcing him. The beautiful time they had shared in the four months before the baby was remarkable. He was remarkable. Loki checked boxes she didn’t know she had. He was also dealing with his entire world being false. His identity being a lie. There was a small affordance she gave him to grow the fuck up. She hoped he would soon.

When she felt Loki stir, she pretended to be still asleep.

“Lilly, are you awake?” he gently rolled over, propping himself on his elbow.

Silence.

“Lilly?”

“If a person doesn’t answer your question while lying in bed, Loki, they are usually asleep,” she finally offered, barely audible.

“I knew it. You’re awake,” he said while placing a large palm on her belly.

“Is he awake too?” Loki inquired with a lovely and annoying gesture.

Loki leaned down and put his face next to her tiny bump, “baby? Can you hear me? I can’t wait to meet you, you know, but you must stay in your mama for a while longer yet, don’t even think of coming to see us. We will wait for his highness to join us. Listen to your father.”

Loki looked up at Lillian, her eyes were closed, but a faint smile had found its way across her face.

She loved this complicated asshole.

Despite his questionable choices of late to hang out at the tavern with his old lover in the middle of a crisis, Loki’s thoughts were wholly preoccupied with his son’s wellbeing. He had never imagined being a father, let alone this way, and with a human. He never imagined he was not Aesir either.

Lillian was so fragile to him. Not only was she human, equipped only with her intelligence and heart, she also had no magic, power, or way to find her way through the nine realms without him. He was bound to protect her too.

But did protecting her mean staying with her?

The haunted thought had crossed his mind a few times. If she could go back to Earth, maybe that was the safest place for her. He just had to make sure she could have his child. There must be a way. While he was lost in the caverns of his mind, Lillian’s eyes fully opened, and she sat up.

“Loki, I’m going to tell you what we are doing next, and you will do it with me because I don’t think I can do this without you as much as I would. I need your help.”

“We are going to Jötunnheim.”

Loki sprang up out of bed, feet on the floor. How could she even suggest this? He was aghast. He was awake.

If he was just barely still the youngest son of Odin, by going to Jötunnheim, and if caught, he would, without a doubt, never see the throne of Asgard. His father would close the Bifrost and find a way to erase all three. Odin was just that ruthless.

He knew it. Lillian knew it too. How could she risk that? How could she ever ask this of him? He took a moment to quiet his inner thoughts before speaking. He really didn’t want to upset Lillian.

“Why would we do that, Lillian? Why would the monsters of Jötunnheim have anything to help us?” He said calmly, trying to remain centered.

“Because that is where you were born. I know there are healers there like there are healers here. They will know what to do.”

Unable to restrain his voice, “what if they kill us before we get a chance to open our mouths?”

“They won’t, Loki, they won’t. They will recognize you, and someone will be able to help.”

“You are that naïve? You are supposed to be a college-educated journalist, the most elite Midgard could muster. I am beginning to feel like you lied on your application!” Loki was furious now. He was again saying things he should not, but he continued...

“Lillian, you have no idea what these brutal beasts can do? They would rip your head off without a second thought! They are not capable of complex thinking. They are like the beasts of the field. They only fight! My own father left me for dead!” He was now screaming.

Lillian was determined to remain unalarmed by Loki’s anger, “This is what Odin has told you. How do you know who the Jötunn are? Just think about it for a moment. There were advantages of painting them as monsters, of having an enemy. What would Odin have gained by othering the Jötunn? What advantage? What if there was a chance they had sophisticated healing like Asgard? What about the cave? The stories of exchanges between the Jötunn and the Aesir! I don’t think their philosophy could have been so different!”

“No,” Loki said firmly, turning around and magicking himself a new official outfit for the day.

Although truly he wished he would just have stayed naked, and their terrible conversation would cease. He wished for nothing more than to be naked lying with Lillian. He wanted his son to be healthy. He wanted things to be normal.

Lillian continued, “you won’t let yourself imagine the true depths the father, who you already know is a liar, would have gone to lie to his people? Is it that much of a stretch? You won’t imagine because you are afraid of what you are without this stupid title and all your stupid privilege.”

With that statement, Loki stopped readying himself. He came and sat down next to Lillian on the bed. Something finally stuck in that thick skull of his.

“I don’t care about my title Lillian. You know that. I might have wanted to be king, but not because of the reasons you might think…Oh, Lilly. Why are you so naturally brave? Brave and angry? You just do the right thing; you don’t think twice. I don’t understand why you love me. I’m a coward.”

Lilly placed her arms tightly around Loki’s warm, heaving body. His breathing was uneven and shallow. He was holding back a flood of pain and tears. She held him tight for what felt like years before finally feeling like she could release him.

Looking into his eyes, Lillian spoke, “you are bold as well. You never think twice about dismantling the bullshit that you see around you,” she said softly.

“That’s courageous.”

Loki smiled, intertwining his large hand in her much smaller one. He kissed her forehead, his blue eyes watery but solid, unwavering.

“When’s the next flight to Jötunnheim then, my love? I hope you’ve packed your snowsuit.” He was laughing, feeling again his love for Lillian in his heart.

“Heimdall agreed to transport us.”

Loki looked genuinely shocked, “that old man has lost his mind. Doesn’t he know it would be dungeons for all of us, for eternity, no Valhalla?”

“I think he knows something, Loki, I can’t be sure, but I think that is why he is helping us. We are on the right side of history. He knows it.”

Loki pondered Lillian’s statement and simply proceeded to kiss her passionately. His tongue found its way to her mouth, searching. She responded in kind, devouring him. The longing she felt exploded in response to his touch. They had this moment. They were still alive, still not yet in Odin’s dungeon or trampled by fang-toothed giants. They had one another. Lillian was a trapped mortal, and Loki was an eternal orphaned god. They were on the run, inventing a new life with their heroic efforts or stupidity.

Jötunnheim it was then.

On to Chapter 10

[blaperile]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon (reactions pages 408 - 475)

Alright, we've read the latest 2 updates .

I mentioned last time that I wasn't really sure whether I would feel "ready" to be typing any update reactions again, like I used to do.

Well, there is actually a few things running through my mind right now I want to write down already!

So without further ado, I suggest I just get to "the point" :B

I absolutely LOVED these pages!

Before I started, I was a bit afraid, due to there being a new creative team, that perhaps things would suddenly feel very, very different.

Now, I would say it DID feel a little bit different, but in a good way!

The art style especially was marvelous. It looked just so classic Homestuck! With the Sprite Mode, and Hero Mode-like imagery.

But also something that seemed to be a new kind of art style? I'd say it felt kind of like a mix between Sprite Mode, and Hero Mode, and kind of reminiscent of Problem Sleuth style!

I totally approve of that. It's "new", but feels so classic MSPA.

Story-wise I'm also very happy! I wasn't expecting so many new pages already, with focus on so many different characters. That was amazing.

It felt like a great continuation of where we left off with these characters. Maybe something DOES feel a little different, but only in a good way, with how many references there were to classic things that came before (His Honorable Tyranny, coin flip, Problem Sleuth-like art style, Jailbreak scene, references to the pirate ship adventure of John and Sollux, DEAD panel, pesterlogs, John and Roxy being rendered in a kind of Dad and Mom like manner on Jane's screen)

To me, it feels like this new "Homestuck: Beyond Canon" team is honoring even more what came before than the "Homestuck^2" team did (and tbh, IMO those guys still did a really good job).

I absolutely loved that Sollux made his glorious return, after having only appeared for a brief gag in the "prologue". While seeing him with Aradia was always cool, it's nice to see him interacting again with other people by himself too.

Speaking of which, I love how he basically didn't give a shit about John, just like how in the good old days on the Troll meteor Sollux was the only one not interested in speaking to any humans.

A bit sad that he didn't tell John about Calliope, Aradia and Davebot's escape from the Candy reality, but then again, there's nothing really any of them can do about it (other than entering a SBURB session, me thinks?), so maybe they really are better off (for now) thinking that Dave is dead.

I assume the original creative team had a very different direction they wanted to take, perhaps with John really meeting Rose, Jade and Kanaya after he left Roxy, and Vriska and Vrissy being stuck in Crockerjail for a while longer.

But still I felt the new team handled this very well with the return of Sollux and the Jailbreak references.

I'm a bit bothered by how exactly Jane figured out all this information about what John, Roxy and Calliope were up to and what they talked about, though. Like ok, maybe her team hacked into John's phone and saw he was meeting up with Roxy, but how did she know what they talked about in person on the meteor? Are there cameras/microphones planted there?

Anyway, it seems like the team is eager to "get to the point" in going to the meteor and bringing Vriska there, for whatever will happen. I hope it won't lead to the meteor's destruction (and dear precious Sollux getting hurt so soon after he just joined us again :( )

I think that's about it what I want to share for today! I'm really excited to see where "Homestuck: Beyond Canon" goes next, and I will make sure to update my "Homestuck Multiverse From The Perspective Of" tally soon.

[andromeda3116]

to hell with it

title: aim your arrow at the sky (1/9) fandom: dragon age: inquisition pairing: cullen/trevelyan rating: mature content warnings: references to child abuse, sucidal ideation summary: 

The point of a second chance is that it's the one you don't deserve.

Lena Trevelyan is haunted by three ghosts, only two of which are metaphorical, and only one of those is actually dead. Still, after an explosion at the Conclave leaves her with a mark on her hand and a sudden leadership position in the newly-formed Inquisition, she means to do right by them.

Oh, and by the Inquisition, too.

author’s notes: so, it’s like this. i hit a nasty dry spell due to 2018 (and 2019) (and 2020) (and 2021) (and 2022) being Like That and decided to just, like. start writing. anything. even, to pick an example completely at random, my wildly in-depth and only mostly canon-compliant-ish headcanon regarding my inquisitor in da:i. you know, just anything, even if i never posted it because it’s in a fandom i’ve only played one-third of the canon for and have read exactly one-half of one fanfiction in and have only vaguely trawled the tags on tumblr for. in fact, i thought, that’s perfect! because no one was going to see my rusty-ass self-indulgent writing, i could just let go and write whatever the heck i wanted without any expectations or fear of disappointing anyone!

and it worked! i got writing!

a lot.

after the first, oh, 30,000 words i went “i have put entirely too much time, effort, and thought into this fic to not share it” but i also wanted to see if there was any interest at all in this before i continue from the over 70k words i already have written. so here’s part one, as an appetizer.

is there an audience for this? i have no idea. will it be loved or loathed or totally ignored? i couldn’t tell you. is it entirely compliant with the world as shown in all three of the games? i mean, as much as i could glean from the codex entries and an exhaustive number of pages on the dragon age wiki, but it’s entirely possible that i got something wrong, and if so, please just roll with it and don’t tell me unless it's something tiny i can fix in ten minutes or less.

so! this is basically, at its heart, a novelization of the game except with some heavy liberties taken, many scenes added and some altered or rearranged, and an extra three cups of humanism added to the mix because that is who i am as a person. each part covers one major storyline quest, and early on it follows the script pretty closely, mainly only in the first chapter, but that will rapidly become less and less the case as we progress through the story, and eventually be significantly different beyond the so-called “stations” of the canon.

all the introductory quotes are from discworld novels by terry pratchett, because again, that is who i am as a person.

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open your eyes, and then open your eyes again. —the wee free men

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Lena awoke in a place both horribly familiar and completely alien, staggering to her feet and reeling — she felt hungover, head splitting and throbbing, every heartbeat a hammer-blow to the skull. She was in a dark place, cold, lit green and black; she knew it, but like a song she’d heard once as a child and nearly forgotten, only the barest trace of the tune lingering in the back of her throat. She knew this place. She knew it. She —

— there were… things behind her, huge spiders with thousands of eyes, glittering like the jewels in Grandmother’s dress. A voice she could never, ever forget said her name from somewhere off to the side, and filled her with a panic so profound that it nearly choked the breath out of her.

Hurry!

She turned away from the spiders and began running, stumbling over her feet, toward the new voice: a glow in the shape of a Chantry sister, reaching out to her from atop a high place. The spiders chased, the sister reached, and Lena staggered against the rock, faltered, then threw her left hand forward, to grasp the figure.

Everything went white.

There was a moment, or half of one, where she breathed in smoky air and heard voices yelling and the clanking of armor, a single flash of reality between the light and the darkness, before she collapsed.

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[concessionstantinople]

Tell me about Shade Bl2, I don't have DLCs

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT spoilers for the Captain Scarlett dlc and the first ep of tales from the borderlands below the cut

OK SO this dude right here right [intro card in the dlc] is Shade, the last living resident of the town of Oasis. He's first introduced as some guy calling to the vault hunter for help since Oasis is being attacked by bandits attempting to steal the town's water

After you finish the first boss character there, he's officially introduced with his character card, referring to him as "your new bff" since he immediately gets attached to the player and is super clingy in general. After the fighting and intro, he ends up offering you his Sandskiff [boatlike floating thing?? Idk] to meet up with Scarlett, but after entering it it. Blows up. I'm thinking it was on purpose to have whoever going for the treasure stick around for a bit longer, which will make sense in a sec

So now you're on a fetch quest for parts that were lent over to the townsfolk of Oasis, who he insists are totally alive and definitely Not dying of thirst, and each person you go to is a corpse, strung up with ropes to stand, and speakers with pre-recorded messages from Shade acting like the people, or whatever he decided to have them act like, idk. The townsfolk include a gruff drunkard, a comedian, an outgoing teen [??], the flirt, and what he describes as "The town sexpot".

As to how the town got like this, there was a huge drought, and the amount of sandpirates in the area stole what water they could, and people started dying off. As to how Shade is alive from the situation, idk, my only guess is from drinking the fountain water in the town but I think he'd die from that.

Anyways, he's been driven 'mad' due to the mix of the dehydration problem and lack of socialization, which leads to how he interacts with the player [see above reasons], even to the point of a mission part to just join back up to him because he likes your presence. In the event of him not having available quests for the player, he continues to insist them to stay, even saying he's willing to provide some entertainment for them [see image below]

After going through more of the DLC's story mode, you eventually discover a place that's just. Entirely filled with water. It's own Oasis. Once it's in view, Shade talks to the player over the echo device thingie, I don't have that dialogue on hand, BUT I do have some later dialogue as you continue walking through where Shade says, "It's a good thing that no one in Oasis is dying of thirst, ha! Otherwise, the wight of that enormous spring might fill me with a tragic rage !", before bursting into laughter, which I think is due to his happy outgoing side he puts on, to prevent him from dwelling on all the shit Oasis has been through. Idk too much after this in the DLC, haven't finished it yet, but he DOES appear in the first episode of tales of the borderlands [[%

After the events of the DLC, he ends up leaving Oasis and taking over his [totally not dead] grandpa's business, the World of Curiosities, which features many taxidermy statues of Pandora's fucked up beasts. When he took over, he ended up adding a new exhibit including taxidermy of different people of Pandora, including Bewm, and some big Hyperion scientist that was obsessed with trying to recreate Handsome Jack. He's introduced as one of the taxidermies, and ends up scaring the Rhys and Vaughn, and shows them the way to August for the deal.

He also appears in Fiona's half of the story, ending up scaring her as well as she breaks into the vents of the place. Shade ends up following her in the vents, and offers to show her to a nice hiding spot to watch over the deal. If you agree, you get a nice little alert that says you've earned a new best friend, but if you disagree, he ends up leaving the vents and getting shot in the crossfire after the deal, wishing that Fiona had agreed for him to stay.

During this event he ends up trying to get the corpses of some bandits to help clean up the place, which I guess could imply he doesn't comprehend how death works, or he is continually stuck on the stage of denial when we do see him

Anyways yea I'm still probably digging too deep into this guy but yknow what he's neat, I wanna be besties with him, and I wanna make friendship bracelets with him

[ichika27]

A Random Thought with Eri

Hehe a year later I make another TWEWY thought post.

It’s just some random thought that came to mind of what it maybe like post-TWEWY, you know. Specifically about Eri and of course, Shiki.

In short: not good enough to make this a fic so I’ll just dump this here lol.

Yeah, this is just me rambling and the picture above is the only photo for this post.

It seems that after reviving the winner(s) of the Reapers’ Game, the memories of everyone get tampered with in order to make them think the winner had never died cause it’d be weird to see some dead person suddenly be back to life. Now I’m not sure if this should also be the case with the person resurrected or if Neku and friends were just special that they were allowed to keep all of their memories of the game.

In any case, they do remember. The entire ordeal is now a very important part of their lives and as that’s where they met and grew as a person, there’s no chance it won’t come up in conversations from time to time, right?

Now this makes me wonder about Eri cause Shiki would undoubtedly introduce her to all of her new friends. I’m just curious about what was done to Eri’s memories of the entire month where Shiki was dead.

The Epilogue I Wished For...

First of all, and the most serious question I got is how did the two reconcile? They kinda had a fight before Shiki died and never got to talk again in-between those two scenarios. To Shiki, it was after that whole month before she gets to talk to Eri but to Eri, who knows, I guess? Did she and “Shiki” make up somewhere over that entire month? Did she think it’s weird Shiki seem to be acting like they haven’t seen each other for a long time?

I still wish that they had added that in the anime. They gave Eri more screentime than she had in the game but they didn’t feel like properly finishing off Shiki’s story and it felt like a waste.

You Think It Would Seem Questionable?

Anyways, second one and the more fun thought I’ve been having: if to Eri, Shiki had been alive for the entire month of the game, what does she know about how Shiki met Neku, Beat, and Rhyme? I mean here are three new people who seem to be super close to Shiki but she’s never heard of them before. When did Shiki meet them?

Also, I mentioned earlier that the group probably have talked about the game once they’re back in the RG. What if they slipped while Eri was there? She doesn’t know what they’re talking about. The thought of this is kind of funny to me.

Imagine being Eri and hearing mentions of a game, of the UG/Underground, and of Neku being shot for some reason (even though there are laws against having guns so who would’ve shot him even?). Were some of these metaphors for something?

She might also overhear something about Beat and Rhyme and a car accident and how Rhyme is back thanks to Neku (how would Neku help with something like that?).

Did the shopkeepers at least retain their memories of the gang shopping in the stores when the game was going on? If so, how weird do you think it’d look that somehow a bunch of teens like Neku, Shiki, and Beat seem to also be close to many shopkeepers (even of some expensive stores) and have some kind of connections with them?

Somehow, they also know something about how a certain cafe in Shibuya got ruined and where the owner mysteriously went to.

Also, some hooded guys wandering around Shibuya seem to know Neku and Beat. Or the group being close to the local popular band. Or Neku knowing the Prince/Eiji cause of something about ramen.

Wouldn’t it all just sound very suspicious?

Imagine Joshua joining in, too. He could probably read minds and would know where Eri’s thoughts are going. He’s totally gonna say some strange, out-of-context references to the Reapers’ Game which would make Eri’s thoughts worse.

What kind of people did her nice best friend Shiki got mixed up with?

It’s just funny thinking of Eri being overprotective of Shiki and asking Shiki questions about what really is going on (and Shiki can’t answer without being obvious that she’s lying).

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Yeah, this was all this post is. This wasn’t that serious and I just wanna dump of a funny thought I had. Hope that was entertaining if you read through it.

(I also sorta ship EriShiki so there’s a kinda “shippy-lens” at the very end of the post)