#which i have drawn cuz its Pretty but- death

[tothesolarium]

Mourning Cloak is a normal mech that nothing bad could happen to "If you roll the same number on all three dice, you disappear until your group rests, at which point you reappear nearby."

WHERE DID THEY GO

[crushedsweets]

What about some lulu headcannons since you seem to like her? :)

oh anon u are spoiling me.... heres a little sketch of her college life. let me begin . . tw for general creepypasta things, abuse, bullying, death, etc

ok. so a lot lulus og stuff is gross obviously (although a majority of the og creepypastas have gross origins/creators). as a kid, i was pretty attached to her, but looking back , its just. ugghhghgh. which is why i want to try giving her her own horror type story while still following some of the core things that made her her. BEGONE WITH MIDDLE/HIGH SCHOOL KILLERS...

lulu is 24 but described as 'physically 14' which bugs me esp bc theres so much emphasis on her body being like an adult. and frankly i am not crazy about yet another 'little kid bullied/abused then goes crazy/demonic' story so i scrapped the bullshit ‘is 24 but looks 14 but is drawn like she’s 24!’. So I decided to just to make make her whole zalgo poisoning occur later in life. since its now set in university, a handful of things changed. mayhaps she knows jack ?

she grew up as a rich girl being put through several private schools growing up. she wasnt the smartest, she wasnt the most social, and while i think that the og story did this really fucking poorly, she did deal with harassment cuz she developed early. ranged from people calling her a slut for the same clothes as a thinner girl, to getting dress coded for no good reason, to rumors, etc. so, she's being bullied by her peers, though its moreso a ton of gossip rather than stuff in her og. overall school sucked for her

finally she goes to university. shes away from all those people, away from her helicopter parents, away from dress codes and loneliness. she tries SO hard to keep up the perfect daughter persona in public bc she knows shes walking on thin ice(having been punished for things out of her control all her life), with a wardrobe full of pencil skirts and button ups, but then she finally meets this guy named josh. but that shit gets seriously exhausting. and as many kids in her position do, she wants to Rebel .. she starts going to parties and whatnot w her edgy ass roommate. random garage shows, raves, generally reckless behavior etc. its not her fully her thing but she's there and having fun.

idk his name in the og story but there was that guy that led her on just to further abuse her. i changed him up and made him some guy in a frat that she met at a rando party. he was so sweet to her the first time they met, they talked for a long time at the party, he was cool overall and she never ever craved attention like this before - she never even GOT attention like this before, coming from an all girls school, so she clung. but he wasnt actually gonna date her, so he said some bullshit excuse about 'you know how greek life is, my frat wont let me date u unless u join this specific sorority!! soz' and he chose the worst, most clique-y sorority that has the most insane hazing ritual for girls that arent sought after. he thought there was no way she'd give it a shot and he could get her off his back. a dick move, but he didnt think she'd do it.

but, she does - and the hazing is fucking shit. the girls in the sorority are worse than the girls in highschool (and maybe in cliché fashion, one of her highschool bullies ended up in the sorority before her?). it starts off as things like 'oh you gotta buy your sorority sisters coffee for a week' to 'oh you have to be drunk/high throughout all your classes for a week' to completely deranged shit like branding yourself or slashing a professors tires. things nobody in their right mind would do, typically.

i havent decided exactly how exactly lulu hits the point where they think she's dead, but a group of sorority girls think she is. they panic, and in their panic cannot feel her pulse or hear breathing. she's completely unconscious, cold, and frankly on the way to death - so they take her to slenders forest and get to work

they bury her in a shallow grave, unaware of all the different demons residing in the forest watching one of the most gruesome displays of humanity. if youve watched girl from nowhere, theres a scene where nano gets buried alive by a group of her classmates then she wakes up . . imagine that.

im thinking, similar to the operator, zalgo can infect people as well . . maybe people on their death beds ? anyway, lulu's infected. long after the girls run off, lulu manages to dig herself out of the grave. shes wheezing, coughing, sobbing, its dark and cold and foggy, and she now has to come face to face with zalgo making some weird 'i saved you, i want something in return.' and there goes her eyes !!! rip lulu. maybe zalgo did it cuz hes a dick, maybe he actually needs human parts to seal the deal.

theres some more interaction but overall lulu doesnt have a ton of demon powers or anything. new wounds heal quickly, but her past ones will never will. she can be eerily quiet, popping in and out with fog, doesn't need food/water/sleep. . she does have kinda crazy strength(no agility or speed), but she's so mentally weak it does nothing for her

for a while she does just wander the forest in complete and utter mourning, until one of the proxies finds her and is like Oh Fuck that's not human. toby describes her as a zombie. so she's another job for them to handle

eventually they settle her in the hospital with ann.. the hospital is likely an area that experiences more fog, being closer to the lake perhaps, so it just makes sense to put her in an area she can see. it took a while for lulu to calm down bc she now has a pretty big fear around women , and the proxies have to CONSTANTLY come around and check in for a while, cuz she feels safer with them. maybe they tried putting her with jack but jack said absolutely the fuck not. bc lulus legitmately scary. she's constantly croaking, crying, wheezing, dripping blood everywhere she goes, etc.

she eventually gets along with ann, who thinks lulus cute and fun to chat with. i made a joke about them doing tiktok dances together but like. i could see it. maybe ann reminds lulu of her roommate, the only girl whos been completely nice to her ? dunno. (despite the roomie being the reason lulu got into the partying and stuff)

mmmmmm yeah. that is basically the entire rewrite .

i likely wont include her too much in the story just because the rewrite is so drastic+shes not all too popular but i used to feel very fondly towards her when i was 10 and i do think her character cconcept is super cool (the fog, the eye stuff, zalgo poisoning etc). theres just hella weird stuff but its a creepypasta from 2013 idk what we expect

[nightcolorz]

I must confess something, I do not understand white Vox lol is it just his VA? He may be just a TV with a body but his eyes seem to be drawn as east asian and thats his most prominent human feature. Majority of the time I see people draw him as a human they actually erase his real eye shape to (I assume) make him look more white. There's no real canon so people can hc whatever but I am so intrigued by how people are interpreting him white. I promise there are nasty tech/media ceos that overwork their employees all over the world... maybe im reading too much into it because the show is otherwise verrrry western-centric. Just curious how you view it, you're definitely in the majority and i realize people like me are the outliers but just saw your post and had to ask (if you didnt mind sharing).

Anon is referring to this post btw for context: https://www.tumblr.com/nightcolorz/746235899544813568/my-hot-take-is-that-i-think-that-a-vox-human?source=share

Anon ur hella polite and ik u got good intentions so I was stressing a little over how to respond without invalidating ur headcanon cuz like, I never want to be the guy saying “this character is white and u can’t headcanon them as a racial minority” cuz that’s pretty shitty no matter what. We definitely have different takes but when I’m explaining my interpretation I don’t wanna sound like I’m trying to boss ppl around and say there’s only one way u can see these characters. This is just my personal interpretation and I was being funny in my og post implying that my interpretation is the “correct” way. But since u asked I’ll explain my reasoning why I (and prob other ppl) see Vox as extremely white lol.

I don’t take Vox’s physical appearance into account at all when thinking about his ethnicity cuz in a show were everyone is pretty racially ambiguous design wise Vox is one of the most ambiguously humanoid characters, like my guy literally has a tv for a head with eyes and a mouth, and that’s it. I don’t see ur point about his eyes at all tbh, to me Vox’s vaguely slanted eyes have always come off more like a devious squint than an ethnic feature. Even still I don’t read slanted eyes as Asian automatically so it never occurred to me.

I don’t read as Vox as white bcus of his VA being white or him being a tech bro billionaire (but ig they play a part). I read Vox as white mostly bcus I see his background as a former religious extremist/cult leader from the 50s with a skill in life and in death for male manipulating ppl and using them for his own gain as very white and western. (I got this info from his official reference sheet for auditioning va’s, here that is)

His capitalistic ideals and business practices r meant to mirror (extremely white) billionaires like Musk and Bezos, which adds to my perception of him. Of course being a billionaire tech guy is not a western white man exclusive thing, but I feel that if we were meant to perceive Vox as someone not from America that would definitely be coded or in some way communicated. And I say this with as little ill will as possible, but for me I wouldn’t want to perceive Vox as an East Asian tech bro billionaire specifically bcus there r negative stereotypes and connotations attached there. East Asian men have a history of being negatively stereotyped as corrupt tech business owners. I don’t think u are trying to imply those stereotypes with ur head canon (frankly it’s hard to avoid negative stereotypes in fiction a lot of the time bcus stereotypes encompass such a vast range of things that its hard to take them all into account). But regardless, it’s smth we should try to be conscious of.

Anyways, I also usually take these character’s personalities and values, self image, etc into account when im thinking about race, bcus race is more then color, and especially for characters with lives and personalities based in much less tolerant time periods, it’s significant to consider how race would play a role in forming the way they navigate the world. Based on how Vox behaves I can’t see him as being racially marginalized. I’m gonna compare Vox to alastor a little cuz alastor is canonically creole and I think he serves as a good reference for someone I perceive as not white in comparison to Vox and how I think he differs and contradicts the experiences of a racial minority.

Vox to me comes off as someone who thinks he is entitled to power, respect, privilege, etc, which is a very standard type of attitude for a white man who was alive in the 1950s to have. He’s very emotionally immature and volatile, doesn’t seem to concern much over his public image beyond petty dick measuring contests with alastor (he regularly publicly has angry tantrums and doesn’t break a sweat over how this will affect his status). He obviously cares about it (scolding Valentino for embarrassing him and such) but he doesn’t seem to worry about loss of reputation in any sort of real way. I get the impression that Vox has always had at least a standard amount of social standing and privilege and can’t see a life for himself without the fundamental privilege he feels owed there to support him. He’s basically a man baby, a man baby who still manages to garner power and respect effortlessly (it comes naturally to him) while remaining whiny and insecure. Very white man of him! White man behavior!

in comparison, Alastor, (who I do not read as white) is always frantically clinging to his composed self image and his power as if it will slip away from him if he loosens his grasp at all. He has an extremely firm grip on his composure to the point where he never allows anyone to see him slip at all, let alone frown (despite his mental health and emotional well being being equally fragile as Vox’s). Alastor understands deeply how little the world owes him and how difficult and unreliable his acquiring of status actually is. He is borderline neurotic about retaining his power and staying on top. Despite the smile, Alastor is always defensive and fearful, picking fights with anyone he thinks might be a threat like a small dog or a prey animal would. Meanwhile, Vox conducts himself like a man with nothing to loose. I feel like Vox grew up with money and doesn’t know poverty or a lack of privilege in any intimate way that would drive him to guard it in anyway beyond flippant. To Vox power, status, and privilege are inherent. Same can’t be said for alastor.

tldr in conclusion Vox’s brand of bad feels very specific to a white man, alongside his emotional immaturity and his attitude, mindset, and behavior. This is why I see him as white asf, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong or it’s in anyway less correct to headcanon him as a different race. That’s just how I see him. Thank u for sending the ask anon it was pretty interesting to write! Have a good day! (btw i love Vox he’s one of my fav character lol me calling him a white as shit privileged entitled man baby douchebag is out of love and all I find interesting and fun about him)

[necroromantics]

Please tell us about them (I am listening intently)

BRO OK Im guessing you mean my OC. His name is Tobin Lawsen he's 19 years old currently. He's my first ever OC and I made him with my friends for a Creepypasta AU we made called Creepedverse. BIG PARAGRAPHS WARNING UNDER THE CUT I LOVE YAPPING 🔥 (Also adding on that all the content about Tobin is under my #tomboc tag)

He's canonically shipped with my girlfriends OC Tali Marks and he loves her very much, she's the only person he really cares about and is very protective over her, but he keeps that to himself cuz he knows she can defend herself. He's an arms and narcotics dealer so he makes money through selling illegal drug and weapons. And hes good at it. He's really dumb when it comes to booksmarts, barely knows how to read or do maths, but is very street smart.

Tobins an insensitive asshole and generally uncaring of himself and others. Nothing matters to him. He's also really unserious and bored all the time so he does annoying or stupid shit to entertain himself. He's petty, defensive, mean, likes to joke around and make people laugh or make himself laugh, and also a huge prick. Has a habit of insulting people just to get a rise out of them, he thinks its funny

Besides being a lil jokester and having fun, he's very out of tune with his own emotions. Really emotionally inept. He doesn't feel much of anything besides apathy, anger and joy. Maybe awkwardness or discomfort. Tobin is very very indifferent about a lot of things, he's the definition of this: 😬👍. The things he cares about are the things that actively negatively impact his life. And even then, he's unable to really care about himself or his own wellbeing, just as hes unable to care about everyone else. He has self-respect, and always puts himself first though

He's pretty morbid and vulgar. Very socially inept so he doesn't have any sense of right/wrong, respect for boundaries and doesn't consider whats appropriate to say/do. Always runs his mouth and gets into fights. Off-putting, but not necessarily a horrible guy. Tobin barely has any moral code, but the one he does, he stands up for with his life. He was raised in a way where people who hurt children and women get the shit kicked out of them, and thats the mindset he keeps. Besides this though, he genuinely does not care about whats deemed morally acceptable or not, which makes his job a lot easier. Would befriend a cannibal for fun

Some themes I associate with him are the sun, dogs, peaches, war and fire. Sometimes Ill throw in some rot, religious, or death themes

The general story with him is that he killed his dad with a shotgun and then went on the run with Tali, and they ended up in a fictional town in Alabama called Farnbury. From there, he got Slender Sick and became an unwilling, mostly unaware proxy. He'd wake up in places with no memory of how he got there, blood on his hands, dirt on his jeans. Random nosebleeds, coughing up blood, paranoia, seeing things. It got to the point he starts obsessively looking into the cause of it all, and discovers more and more about Slenderman. He tries his best to get rid of it, and the sickness cuz he hates being controlled and used as a puppet

ALL ART DRAWN BY MY GIRLFRIEND @clockeyedtoy

[cartoonrival]

HEY YOU Hit me with some Julie Su propoganda cuz I'm mostly lukewarm on her character and don't know all that much about her.

OK OK ... well baseline info she's the daughter of dark legion general luger, and half sister of lien-da and kragok, who are twins and both high ranking legion soldiers. when their mother (merin-da) died and luger remarried, ld and kragok hated his new wife (julie-su's mother) (mari-su) so bad they orchestrated her death, info which was they kept on the DL for a long time until js eventually found out about it. memory situation, js is raised by other folks who actually love her and doesn't learn who her blood family is until later. she joins knuckles because she feels inexplicably drawn to him (soul touch) (echidna soulmates) so she defects from the legion to join the chaotix. the soul touch thing sucks and i hate it but this is how it goes. ill talk about my au version of her at the end lol bc things ive built on top of canon are part of the reason why shes one of my fave charas in the series lul

ANYWHO i honestly find it pretty frustrating when people talk about js as just being pink knuckles, shoehorned into the story to give knuckles an obligatory girlfriend, because it really demonstrates that they like. weren't paying a lick of attention to anything because she genuinely has a LOT of personality but since people just go in anticipating anything penders touched to suck they don't even bother to think about her for longer than half a second.

js fills a niche that, imo, could always use filling, especially with regards to girl characters, which is to say shes a well meaning asshole. shes incredibly blunt, she's pessimistic (immediately assumes knuckles must be dead when enerjak returns and they cant find him, tells knuckles not to search a fallen ship that his mother was on because shes probably dead and she doesnt think he'd want to see that). shes terrible at handling interpersonal conflict (knuckles confesses to her that he feels guilty and stressed over all the pressure put on him as guardian and she scolds him and says "this isn't just about you", which results in a minor shouting match when she really had zero intention of starting an argument), she's almost constantly beefing with vector (tbf its because hes sexist he refuses to see past her history as a member of the dark legion). these might suond like cons but i love characters like this LOL and they fit especially well in archie where people love to get mad at each other and make dumb mistakes and it just feels very genuine and interesting and endearing to me. shes rough and difficult but she's also DEEPLY loyal. she'd die for knuckles and the chaotix and the way she interacts with them always makes me soooo ........ im just gonna give some examples i can find.

(knuckles is on the phone with her)

^ this was the genuine conclusion of an argument they had and im obsessed with it because both of them suck with emotions so they both give the worlds strangest apology and know that the other means it and they move on. plus putting her arm in front of SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG while theyre confronting eggman even after watching him CHAOS BLAST, primarily because she feels like this is more her fight than his (its about knuckles).

theres def more and i could find them if i was more on top of archie but unfortunately im #narutopilled rn. BUT ANYWAYS. shes just a very fun character with a messy personality and fun interactions and she loves her buddies sm even tho she bickers with them. shes just very special. she fits well with knuckles in a way that makes their relationship actually feel plausible instead of just forcing him to have a girlfriend (tho ofc the writing is fumbled sometimes like. ITS ARCHIE. bffr. but thats the case with literally everything ever in archie so you take what you can and its amazing). also see below. BASED AS FUCKKKKKKK

and ill discuss my au briefly bc u r asking me my opinion on js and that does play a large role in how i feel abt her, but rly im just expanding on elements of her story that werent discussed as fully as i wouldve liked. her relationship with lien-da is obviously BAD in canon, but theres not a lot of time spent lingering on precisely how lien-da and kragok feel about julie-su as the product of their fathers second marriage to a woman they KILLED because they hated her so much. ive also given her much more internal strife over turning away from the legion, originally joining the chaotix planning to betray them from the inside then being slowly convinced to join them for real after realizing how much she'd been brainwashed by the legion and what its like to have people who truly love and care about you. her story as someone who is trying to find herself outside of her history as a child soldier is something that TOTALLY deserves to be expanded on and its a bit sad that it wasnt explored. but i mean really im not changing her actual PERSONALITY at all because as i discussed shes oozing with it.... im honestly never going to make the full comic i wanted to so at some point im just going to compile all the lore and concept art and stuff into one big post to share. but thats like a spoiler free taste.

she also has a gun. which is fucking awesome because not enough sonic characters have guns. people make shadow the guy with a gun but he hasnt been seen with one since shth. hello....

[raisinchallah]

i will say the one thing i do genuinely dislike about the locked tomb series is the action writing i am kind of dreading the end of htn cuz im 80 pages from the end and clearly at the beginning of what might be an even more drawn out battle than the cytherea battle that felt like the whole story ground to a fucking halt in gtn its very odd cuz i do feel like at least in the first book the distinct styles of necromancy to each house were like maybe the beginnings of what could feel like a semi coherent magic system that could give clear stakes to battles and whatever like the soul ripping and so on that made the shorter conflicts decently interesting but uh the long drawn out battles its like both hard to tell what the stakes are and extremely unclear what the hell is going on it feels like something that would actually be pretty interesting in a visual medium i think these battles could honestly rule if it was in a well drawn comic but like again stuff doesnt need a coherent magic system its fine but i dont think u can have both long battles and no magic rules and no clear understanding of like stakes when death has started to not matter and like the resurrection beasts like honestly u cant even really begin to describe what they even are but like idk i think no rules magic stuff works great in other contexts but here its like it leaves u with no through line for whats actually going on which is annoying cuz the plots are otherwise fairly tightly constructed and interesting so idk ending it with like huge movie climax kinda visual descriptions feels like a bit of a let down

[bluiex]

Grian just finally accidentally manages to catch him in the process of him coming ashore after spending hours out at sea and he sees this horrifying and discomfortingly large thing with dark ocean eyes, raised and webbed spines all down its back and tail, dark hooked claws on webbed and spidery fingers, skin as pale as a water logged corpse that only leads down to dark blue and black scales and fins, dark slits all up the sides of its chest and throat that might be something like gills, and a mouthful of deathly sharp teeth. The only reason Grian even catches on to the fact that it’s Scar he’s looking at is because he recognizes the general build of the upper body before it cuts off into whatever monstrous sea creature lower half he now has, the heavy scarring all over his body and face like normal, and of course the same face and dark dripping wet hair that’s sticking down over his eyes (which makes him staring at Grian in surprise vaguely off putting and only slightly unnerving) and on his spiny, discolored shoulders. Basically, looking at a siren is supposed to be anywhere from discomforting to downright terrifying in and of itself. They’re not beautiful creatures, flowing like the ocean currents and shining like pearls. Looking at a siren is essentially like looking at the almost humanoid incarnation of everything that makes the deep ocean inherently horrifying and something to fear in the end (no matter how pretty it is from above and afar). And most of the time, people don’t know what a siren actually looks like, until they’ve been startled out of the trance of its song by the cold water and the feeling of their lungs swelling to bursting with the salty sea, and the last thing they see before death is those dark ocean eyes barely glimmering from the fading light above, full of intelligence and hunger.

(it’s not terrifying though, because it’s Scar, and Scar’s eyes are far more full of playful mischief or kindness or mirth than ever really true hunger or murderous intent. That and he wasn’t exactly in a position to try and pull Grian down into the sea to try and eat him, what with having dragged himself nearly out of the surf and onto the beach to come back to the main server)

☕️ anon, I AM SO SORRY I WENT ON SUCH A RIDICULOUS TIRADE I JUST REALLY LOVE SIRENS AND THE OCEAN OKAY.

Grian just absolutely loving it though. (like who is he to judge? He's a watcher, and that form isnt something nice to look at either-) BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AN ijrghsgsudginge GOD i wish i could draw- Cuz I wanna see all that drawn

[wastelandsable]

OC Masterlist

I have way too many and reblog enough ask games that I wanted to have them all in one place. Here’s a quick summary and I'll have details under the Read More

D&D PCs: Ambre- one armed monster hunter rogue Azalea- Modern goth vampire badass Arlo- Modern sad hot topic sorcerer Ruben- Elven Monk cleric into ghosts Leccinum- Half elven Spore druid with a dramatic noble background Seraphina- Sweetheart warlock in love with her eldritch angel patron Alibor- Old man dragonborn hero

Unplayed headcanon PCs: Percival-Gay coyboy wizard Kareus- Lesbian Cottage core Tiefling warlock Yeva- Science experiment GOO Warlock/rogue Ghamak- Soft boy Goliath fighter Kel- air genasi pirate sorcerer

 NPCs I love: Yuriko- sweetheart draconic sorcerer Taura Cen- Pantoran Jedi general of a desperate rebellion Deva Sarcoff- Sith apprentice facinated by the Jedi Order

Star Wars OC’s: Zreli- Chiss runaway Sith apprentice/droid technician ST-804 (Staydo) -Dysfunctional tactical droid Rasu Que - Defected imperial agent Tiesso- Force sensitive treasure hunter Belzekax- Jawa thief/engineer Kresh- Mikkian Conwoman/thief

D&D PC’s

Ambre Van Straeten- she/her wood elf rogue Lost her best friend and her arm to a Dracohydra and tehn retired for a decade before rejoining a party as a rogue (rather than her original strength based fighter) tries to be cocky and casual but is fiercely protective of her new party

Azalea Thibodeaux: She/they lesbian Blood Cleric/fighter. Modern mall setting She's a Goth vampire who works at BloodBath and Body works, a store in a mall in the monster realm. She was led there by a pretty vampire milf and had her memory slowly devoured the longer she worked in the monster mall. She is big, mean, and a badass and I'm in love with her. She hates kids but ends up being the cool Auntie anyway. Post game she helps her girlfriend on her transition and does art for her album covers, very edgy and beautiful, I love them. Did I mention I love her???

Arlo: He/they Shadow Sorcerer. A sad loner who, through both natural and supernatural means is easily forgettable. Accidentally wandered through a magical mist while wandering one night and ended up in the monster realm where he got a job at Hot topic, because of all the great benefits, (its a MLM) and he spent most of the game trying to get the party jobs there, which made Arlo absolutely broken as a character but ended up almost screwing us in the final battle. The party gave him split dyed hair in the claire’s bathroom and for not existing much in memory, they’re very photogenic and look great in pictures. 

Ruben: He/Him. Bi. Wood elf Monk/ Death Cleric. Classic High fantasy setting. His family died tragically due to a plague, and he was taken in by the local church as a gravedigger. Because of his obsession with death, ghosts started being drawn to him, so he grew up alone but also never alone. Eventually he went to seek out peace at a monastery up in a mountain range. After working his ass off to become qualified to be a worthy monk, the answers that were locked away were pretty much: “the answers you seek have always been within you” which wasn't  what he was ready to accept. So he becomes a wanderer and if anyone asks how he learned his dope monk shit he claims to have been trained as a Monk of The Lingering Soul (non-existent), so he doesn’t sound like a dropout. He joins the party cuz he has nothing better to do and after years of research into the occult and arcane. He finally looks back towards divinity and becomes a Death cleric as he learns to process his grief and religious trauma

Leccinum (Lex) Rottwell: They/Them, queer. Half elf Spore druid with a noble background. Was adopted into House Rottwell because they were incredible at debating and deal making, which is something that impressed House Rottwell, who is built on contracts and treaties rather than blood. After years of schooling and   becoming the head diplomat, the keep was attacked and destroyed, forcing Lex to flee into the swamp. Where they were nursed back to health by a Half Orc druid and trained to commune with nature. They joined the circle of spores as they began to accept that death and decay are a part of life, helping them cope with the deaths of their friends in Rottwell, as well as their mother. Although they are often covered in filth from travel, and wear heavily worn clothes and robes, they still remain graceful and elegant, drifting back and forth between a charismatic noble and wise guardian to natural order. 

Seraphina Ambriel: She/her Aasimar warlock. She’s the daughter of new lighthouse keepers and was raised on the sea cliffs star gazing and reading the strange books that kept appearing in the family’s cluttered library. in her late teens, she started having strange dreams of an imposing figure, with thousands of eyes always watching her. Her parents took the obsession as a story idea or a crush, since she always talked about how pretty their eyes are. She also makes seashell jewelry to sell.

Alibor Shourac: he/him Elderly Bronze Dragonborn Vengeance Paladin.Was a grand fighter and adventurer for a long time before retiring and training soldiers and guards. Aging and sad because he feels as if he never truly accomplished anything noteworthy. Jumps at any opportunity to adventure and explore again.

Unplayed head canon party:

(also includes versions of Leccinum and Ruben because i love them)

This group didn't really get past session zero or their story changed so much in my headcanon I put them all in one adventuring party in my head. Group name still pending 

Percival: He/him gay. Human Conjuration Wizard. Dark skinned with a cowboy aesthetic. He was a mage college student who was traveling by train to visit and research magic from other cultures when it was robbed and crashed. A small gang came and saved the passengers, offering them a place with the group. Percy, young and foolish, joined, not realizing it was a manipulative recruiting  tactic. After a year being gaslit and used by the leader, Percy fled into the desert. Uses his familiar, Jackie (the jackalope) as a comfort animal. Even after all that, he still looks for the good in people and always is willing to help.

Kareus: She/her, Lesbian. tiefling Archfey Warlock. She was orphaned at a young age and wandered into the forest to scavenge for food and got lost. Almjir, an exiled fey, and current local horror story noticed her and gently started guiding her to survival, eventually showing himself and giving her warlock powers. She has a flowery aesthetic but all of her warlock shit is very spooky forest witchcraft vibes. She is deep red with tall antelope-like horns. She loves flowers and animals, and exploring in general. 

Yeva: He/Him. Simic Hybrid(ish)  Great Old One Warlock/rogue. He remembers very little of his youth, before he was convinced to assist in experimentation in a mutation compound. He spent years being drugged and experimented on, his body and magical essence fused with that of the giant spiders that took residence in the forest around the compound. Because of this, and his drug induced madness, he was able to form a connection to the Great Spider Vulcara. He begins getting distorted vision and ends up forming a pact. And Yeva wakes up with the compound on fire.and escapes into the woods. After nearly starving to death in the wilderness, he makes his way to the city, still plagued with visions. And stumbles upon a cult wielding the same sigils he’d seen in his head. Long story short, they’re frauds and twisted Vulcara’s power towards greed. Upon realizing this, Yeva flees, leaping through a 4th story window where he was saved by Percy’s feather fall. (falling being a recurring theme in their relationship). He has an acid burn scar across his neck and chest, (partially stretching to his cheek) with red pustules emerging from it (that look oddly like spider eyes) so he always wears layers of clothes and scarves to hide it.

Ghamak Frightguard: He/him goliath fighter He had a Kenku Monk companion that was killed very early on so now he often carves little crow trinkets from wood to remember him by. Very loud but also very tender and caring. 

Kel: she/they bi, Air genasi storm sorcerer. Was on a treasure hunting crew before she was struck by lightning and washed ashore on a lost island, where she delved into an old dungeon by herself and found an amulet at it’s heart that seemed to release the permanent storm surrounding the island. She attributes the amulet as the source of her power even though it was the first bolt of lightning struck her. Stereotypical boisterous birate; drinking, fighting, flirting etc though completely shuts down when flirted with.

D&D NPCs:

Most of these are for my cowboy fantasy game but I've been known to reuse characters I like in different games

Yuriko: she/her dragon sorcerer Fantasy cowboy setting On a trek to find the dragon that blessed her family generations ago that presumably is the cause of her magical power. Naive and easily excited but kind at heart. Also was accidentally in a gang for a lil bit so there's that. Her face is haloed in dragon scales and has partially clawed hands

Void!Arlo: they/any The OG canonical Arlo.was part of an experiment that rent them from reality, and partially into all realities. Impossible to remember anything about them after they've gone but they're often there when the party needs help or a clue. Or an ominous warning about dangerous magical experimentation. Any genre or game system, they're there somewhere

Taura Cen: she/her Pantoran Jedi General. After successfully leading a desperate rescue mission, she was given a planetary leadership role on Verlion 1 that turned into rebel leader once the sith empire swallowed the planet into its borders. She struggles to separate her emotions from her work, leaning her towards analytical leadership rather than trusting the force as much as she should. She wields an clean cut lightsaber with an indigo blade

Deva Sarcoff: He/they Sith inquisitor. When he was a boy on his way to be trained as a youngling, his shuttle was attacked by the sith and he was forced into servitude of the empire. Eventually he gained enough skill to be granted the role of inquisitor, but was constantly looked down on because of his ever burning obsession with the jedi. Perhaps its longing for the life they could have had

Star Wars OCs

Canon wise I haven’t locked down an era, it'd probably have to be Old/high republic because Zreli is a runaway sith apprentice and Rasu Que is literally a character I made in SWTOR, but i haven't gone over the lore timeline since In nearly a decade and i haven't looked to see what/if they changed anything since they made the new trilogy (i'm not that old i swear) But Tiesso Brass’s story kinda depends on there not being the jedi order or at least their temples being forgotten. BUT because i can do what i want, they're all crew on the same ship even though they shouldn't exist at the same time. 

Voz’rel’iaro (Zreli): She/her Chiss, Sith runaway. She fled her sith apprenticeship, faking her death, and stowing away on a freighter as a droid technician, confidently bluffing her way as a full member of the crew. To hide her scars she wears layers of tied cloth covered by a half robe and wrapped bandages over any remaining skin on her appendages, only taking her gloves off  when she needs to do fine tuning and is too visible to use the force. Because of her small stature, her compensates by her practice with the force, though this mindset of her not being physically capable adds onto her self doubt and slows her path to the light. She kept her backstory hidden until the freighter she was on was raided by pirates. Fully intending to just hide and avoid the conflict, tucking herself into the secret compartment where she hid her sabers, she realized she’d actually grown fond of the crew and. In a brutal yet restrained show of power she killed the pirates and rescued the crew…who then fled without her. In the wreckage of the pirates ship, she began tinkering and pieced together the rough body of a tactical droid though retrofitting its right arm with several components of a destroyed astromech. She also attempted to install some storage files from a protocol droid, mostly out of boredom from being stranded, but only ended up frying the droids processor. This lead to it only being fully functional for both tactical and protocol purposes when wired to external hard drives and kept from overheating. She named  the droid ST-804, or Stayto for short

ST-804: they/them Their processing is a unique mix of tactician and protocol droid, so their personality is…unique to match. Having both the processing capabilities of combat management, and also knowledge of intricut social policy, Stayto, once overheated or overworked, tends to shut down with processing errors. While being able to manage one of its processes without error for short periods of time, switching modes too often or letting overheat forces a partial shut down where they’re unresponsive for a variable amount of time. For longer treks away from the ship, Stayto uses a small modified hovercart to help transport themselves and a couple tanks of coolant. While they dont blame Zreli for their errors, they’re far too anxious to ask or prod about the reason for their creation.

Rasu Que: he/him human imperial agent This was my first SWOTR character that I remember only the bare essentials of so I'm remaking it as I go. He was an infiltrator and assassin that over time began working more and more independently without direct supervision. That's when he let himself get too attached to the civilian population on a rural colony world. In the would be easy invasion of the planet, Rasu que sabotaged what he could and deserted, fleeing and hoping he’d done enough to make a difference. He spent the next several years forced to play towards survival as the empire tried to hunt him down to silence any possible spread of imperial secrets. He was shot down and crash landed on the same planet Zreli had been stranded on and they worked together to hijack the ship of the pursuing bounty hunter, and thus officially formed the crew. Spends his time trying to train the crew for combat and survival, unaware of Zreli’s backstory until much later

Tiesso Brass: he/him human. A force sensitive scholar and treasure hunter who took a special interest in the force after discovering several old temples, and tomes in his travels. He decided his goal is to compile a tome of objective force study outside of the influences of the sith and jedi. Whether or not this is possible remains to be seen but by golly he's gonna try. A certified expert in history, cultural anthropology, linguistics, and getting the party into terrible situations. AND he even did a summer course on ancient architecture. He was snagged by a bounty hunter after stealing an artifact from a sith temple. The same bounty hunter who had their ship commandeered by Zreli and Rasu.

Belzakax Starhopper: they/he/it Jawa thief From a young age they always had their sights set on prizes bigger than common salvage and accidentally stowed away on a bulk freighter traveling to the core worlds. They were taken in by an engineer and taught the finer workings of being a starship mechanic, using their small size as an invaluable tool on patching up hard to reach places on the freighter. Eventually they were removed from the ship, having been caught stealing the personal effects of one of the deck officers, luckily they didn't find their stash of things stolen from everyone else on the ship so they were able to pawn off enough to survive on Coruscant underworld, and eventually began pairing with Kresh on her schemes

Kresh Catilla: she/her Mikkian conperson After a series of dramatic schemes that cause her to be banned from most major places of entertainment in the outer rim, Kresh began her quest of swindling and stealing from anyone on Coruscant fool enough to fall for her charm. It only got worse when she made the acquaintance of Belzekax who’s eye for engineering structures and natural stealth turned con jobs into full scale heists. One of which ended with the pair having to steal a starfighter and flee the system with a sizable bounty on their head. After selling the fighter and keeping a low profile for several months, the pair thought a bounty hunter had caught their trail, seeing his ship lingering in the local space port. Deciding to get ahead of the bounty hunter, they went to ambush him on his ship, only to find Zreli and the rest of the crew had taken possession of it

[everythingthemoontouches]

Hey, I saw your posts and they're pretty accurate. So, could you please do me a favor by describing my appearance or more specifically the vibe I radiate to others in a detailed manner? It would mean alot to me if you you do that. I'm a Leo sun,Virgo rising, Mars conjunct asc,Lilith conjunct asc,Mars conjunct lilith, Pluto square asc, Uranus opposition asc, Mars opposition Uranus and venus conjunct my chart ruler.

Intensely Intimidating.

Specially with Leo in the 12th house. You're not really playful around people you don't know well. Respectability over silliness could be a motto you live by. I go into this in more detail in one kf my earlier asks.

Which house is your♂️♍Mars and Lilith in?

Are you a surgeon? Mars in Virgo could be good be good with a scalpel.

Being close to the ascendant in virgo and presumably in the same sign you give off sexy librarian / academia vibes. You could be thin but sinewy. Mars conjunct ascendant usually has fast metabolism.

If Mars and Lilith are in the 12th house, your anger is explosive cuz you bottle it up so long. To other people this may sometimes seem unjustified cuz you looked calm for so long. They don't see your anger boiling in the pan and get upset when that rage spills over while they were looking away.

If they're in the first house you could come across confrontational, energetic, action oriented and ooze sex appeal.

Lilith is the planet of vengeance. Mars is how we defend ourselves as well as causes and people we love. If they're both in the first house, you're someone people instinctively know not to mess with.

Or, in some cases your vibe could really bring out their competitive streak. First house Mars, has a high libido.

Pluto square the ascendant. Tenth house or 4th house?

4th house Pluto makes people feel like you may have had a harsh childhood. May even have had a history of sexual abuse.

10th house Pluto - sex worker vibes?Magnetism could be a key part of your job. I have a video where I talk about Scorpio placements which you may identify with. Or perhaps an occult practitioner. People see you as someone mysteriously powerful. Someone whose public persona/ image triggers people. This can be an extremely intimidating placement.

If you really relate to your Mars, Lilith, Pluto placements, I'd suggest watching this video I made on Scorpio's key traits.

Makes people fear crossing you. With Lilith and Pluto heavy influences to the incident I feel like you may be drawn to vampire lore / goth culture a lot. Death, sex, repulsive / unconventional human behaviors may intrigue you. People may even associate you with tarot / Astro or other such mystical themes.

12th house sun : your sense of Self may take a while to develop to its fullest potential. You may feel the most you when you're in your private sanctuary. People who come from a different cultural background than you may see your worth better than people from your Homeland.

As a virgo rising, you come across smart, good with money and have a super clean, elegant appearance.

Evolved Virgo placements are someone people go to for advice and unbiased feedback.The friend who tells you that you look terrible and tells you how to fix it, they'll tell you why you should invest at a young age. I know Sagittarius is the worldly wisesign but Mercury is associated with material intelligence, is it not? With your Pluto aspects to the ascendant, I feel like you get to the root of the matter real quick. People may feel like you have a lot of secrets or that their secrets are written in BOLD FONT on their face around you.

Venus conjunct mercury almost always shows some kind of writing ability. What do you write about? Anything related to the house this conjunction occurs in.

If you're not into writing, perhaps you have a way with words. Whether you see it in yourself or not, other people do respect the way you communicate, be it in written form or spoken word. The sign shows what they admire about the way you speak. So if venus is conjunct mercury in LEO, they think you have a very regal way of speaking or have a good sense of humor.

Mars opposite Uranus - I'm not quite sure tbh. Do you feel like you are met with sudden change in plans whenever you try to act on something? Mars in virgo can be really set in their ways, likes to plan their execution beforehand and Uranus with its innovation can just send you people who wanna come in and do things a different way. I'd probably go a little crazy if I had this placement. People (Uranus in the 7th house) may see you as too set in your ways

You may struggle between finding a balance between scheduling things and going with the flow.

Tldr : smart, powerful, sexy, assertive, impactful with their words

If you made it this far, I'd really appreciate your feedback on which of these energies you resonated with the most. Astrology is a fluid science and the Planets can express their energies in different ways in different people based on the maturity they have stepped into... The stars lay out possible paths for us, but at the end of the day we choose which of these trails to take...

[sitaarein]

Hey!!!

 So today, (in my timing at least) is 5th February, which, in Pakistan, is a day marked as Kashmir Day! And since I have seen nowhere near enough people talking about this, I decided to make a post about Kashmir.

So firstly: What even is Kashmir? To answer that question, I found a rather helpful map:

You see the highlighted area?? That is Kashmir. 

You may have noticed the “occupied by China” bits? To give some background: Half of Kashmir is under Indian control, around a third is under Pakistan, and the rest is China’s.

Now that geographically, you know the basics, lemme dive into its historical significance:

Before 1947, all the land from Pakistan to Bangladesh was one subcontinent known as India. A basic summary: It was under the rule of the British, until the native people of India got tired of being undermined and controlled by foreigners and protested, to such an extent that in 1947, the British decided to give them what they wanted and leave.

Now, the problem was: The Indians didn’t just want the British out, some of them- comprised of a Muslim majority- also wanted a partition, so that the Muslims would have their own land, and would not have to fear their rights being restricted.

We’re not going to get into the nitty gritty of all that today cuz its way too long, but after many failed negotiations, the British and the Congress (the biggest party of India, comprised of a majority of Hindus. Note: It was a majority of Hindus, not exclusively them. India had a lot of different ethnicities) finally gave in to the League (The Muslim majority party. Once again, majority, not exclusively) It was decided that by 1948, the British would be out, and the country partitioned.

Now partition itself (which actually took place like seven months earlier than it was meant to) was extremely messy and a shit ton of bad things happened, therefore, once again, we aren’t gonna dive into all that. So fast forward to the Radcliffe award, where a British dude named Cyril Radcliffe announced the boundaries that would be drawn up in the two new, separate countries; India and Pakistan.

The Muslims were actually kinda upset with the award for a number of reasons, but we’re gonna focus on the one relevant to today’s topic of discussion: The princely states (basically, areas under Indian monarchy) would get to choose the country that they wanted to be in, or whether they wished to remain independent. This in and of itself was not issue, but then came Kashmir.

Kashmir was owned by a Hindu prince, yet the majority of her people were Muslims (which didn’t inherently mean they wanted to be in Pakistan, btw). But the people of Kashmir were pretty unhappy at the time, and wanted to be in Pakistan, and Pakistan was already on edge, because a couple of regions that were economically important and areas that had been expected to be a part of Pakistan had been given to India.

So you know what, I am not getting into the details of the events that led up to the war, because I don’t know how accurate my sources are and I don’t want to offend anyone by spouting false facts. If you’re wondering what it is, maybe look up the Kashmir issue origin? But we’re going to move on, right now.

It was 1948. The two countries had literally just been born, and they were plunged into war.

The war was kinda problematic for both sides in various ways, and eventually, they turned to the UN. A ceasefire was arranged, and Kashmir was divided up between the two countries. This time, Pakistan was mad that the bigger part went to India. (Oh, and as for the China owned parts? I have no clue skjdgsdf) The Indian Prime Minister at the time, Nehru, agreed that there would be a referendum held in Kashmir so that the people would get what they wished.  

This referendum has still not been held.

The present: It has been 75 years, and Kashmir is still suffering from that. There have been three wars and various armed skirmishes between Pakistan and India, all because of “the Kashmir issue”. The UN is still avoiding actually facing the problem. 

I don’t think people understand how dire the situation is. The people of Kashmir have been suffering for 75 damn years, and no one (pardon the language) gives a shit. They are dying. 

TWS FOR DEATH, ABUSE, PTSD, DEPRESSION, R*PE AND S*ICIDE MENTIONS

The situation is exceptionally bad in Indian occupied Kashmir: the people are being tear gassed. Any and all protestors are beaten up and silenced. The women and girls are r*ped. And, to make matters worse, a lockdown officially started on 5 August 2019, following the revocation of the special status of Jammu and Kashmir via the scrapping of Article 370 and Article 35A of the Indian constitution and subsequent introduction of the Jammu and Kashmir Reorganisation Act, 2019.

Basically: The current Indian PM changed his constitution, sent soldiers to Kashmir, and it has now been over a YEAR, and the Kashmiris are still under curfew and lockdown. They cannot go out. They cannot protest. Depression, PTSD, and s*icide ratings are unbelievably high. As I have already stated, they. Are. Suffering. 

END TWS.

Now, I cannot confirm the accuracy of the extent of the shit happening, but it is somewhere along those lines. It. Is. Bad. And literally no one cares.

What can you do to help? This, unfortunately, is a question I do not have the means to answer, but I am sure that a quick google search can remedy that. Please, please, do not just scroll past this post and forget about it. Kashmir needs help. And the governments sure as hell aren’t doing anything about it.

Find petitions. Talk to people about this. Educate them. Donate to any reliable links, if you are both able to find and pay for them. I am literally begging you not to let the Kashmir issue slide. This is something big and horrible and real.

But also!!! Please do not feel pressured!!!!! It is perfectly understandable if you doubt you can help in any significant way, and it is perfectly okay if you can not focus on such dark matters, or are triggered. I just want people to know. To care. That’s it.

Happy Kashmir Day.

[spiderbirdo]

One thing I found exhausting in hades was how unsympathetic many people were to Zagreus? For example, one convo with Meg, I think Zagreus says he hopes she never changes and she said she hopes he does. The whole administration chamber scene where Zagreus shares he was never trained properly and he ends up reprimanded for it. The initial mood where everyone feels Zagreus is being ungrateful for wanting to escape an isolating, antagonistic environment.

I love how a huge point of the game is working to repairing relationships and growing as a person (god?), and I do get that Zagreus probably isn’t the most perfect person, but I hated seeing all the lashing out against him because it reminded me of a smothering household. Although, I do understand a lot was happening and most of it earth-shattering and chaotic.

Annnnnyway, I really love mortal coil and this exploration of how those negative aspects could have gone a very different path.

Also, how do you feel about that post where someone feels Zagreus is the god of blood, bonds, and rebirth?

oh boy. so uh i am kinda using zag as my personal punching bag for this whole uh generational trauma/parental abuse thing??? i never really intended for mortal coil to explore canon in so much as i am twisting canon to suit my vent art haha.

this might get a little long cuz i have a lot of feelings so its all under the cut

on zag’s life

my personal hc is that the house was cold and everyone was busy doing their own thing and no one said anything of substance. kind of like how it is in the game after you've exhausted everyone’s dialogue. it sad, no one says anything much, no real conversations and its super lonely. 

If life before escaping was constantly like that its no wonder Zag’s relationship with all these people remained stagnant for thousands of years. I know its a game mechanic where you give everyone gifts and slowly grow closer through the game but still? How are you not close to your surrogate mother? or your mentor who trained you? or the sleepy guy/kinda-sorta brother who hangs around all the time?

couple that with not knowing what you're the god of and your father constantly berating you for the smallest things. in the game zag doesn't treat it like a big deal and back sasses hades all the time so we don't think too hard about it but it does suck. 

on everyone's reactions

a lot of what everyone’s reaction to zag’s actions is pretty understandable cuz he might start a war. and to them, it looks like a spoiled prince is just throwing a tantrum.

which, yeah he kinda is.

he doesn't know much about the surface world and the Olympians are much worse than Hades. According to the myths they are so so petty and deal out really disproportionate punishments onto people who sometimes don't even deserve it. so if they found out about him tricking them into giving him boons to escape... yikes.

and if they found ou about the whole persephone thing demeter would come after zeus and hades. sides will be taken, arms will be drawn, destruction all around.

so yeah to them zag is a sheltered kid who doesnt do any work and who is suddenly inciting a potential war for the sake of a woman he doesnt even know

on mortal coil

ive said this before but this au really was because i liked the idea of a clueless confused zag who turned into a mortal leaving behind his godly body to bleed like a fountain for all eternity. and also cuz the main game didn't punch me in the gut like Transistor and Pyre did.

aaand then people asked for more. I never intended for the story to go on for as long as it did haha. all the angst is just me. persephone being so fucking afraid of her mother's wrath, ana feeling guilt over everyone around him dying, meg feeling angry over something she cant control, hades' quiet stoic assholish grief, even zag's hypothetical childhood where he feels useless all the time is just me projecting.

any exploration of zag's terrible childhood is accidental haha.

on zag being god of blood, life and bonds

first of all YES. love that life and death romance shit. and it makes a lot of sense seeing that he reunited like 3 estranged couples. i dont have anything deep to say about it, its just cool as shit

[theravennest]

Let’s Talk: The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion

I finished all 40 eps about two weeks ago, actually. I enjoyed it for the most part, the 1st half especially, but there were several things near the end that took me out. 

But first some of the good bits...

The cast chemistry was immaculate. Our four main lead actors were a lot of fun together. Not just Zhang Zhehan and Ju Jing Yi, but also Wang You Shuo and Xu Jiaqi (Loved them!). The four of them have such obvious ease with each other after their previous work together in Legend of Yun Xi and it made scenes with any combination of the main four really pop. 

I was especially drawn to the sisters’ relationship and the Prince-Vassal bond going on between Prince Su and Little Marquis. (Y’all know I’m a sucker for both sibling stories and stories about fictional royals and their loyal vassals.)

Most of the ancillary characters were interesting, actually. As y’all know from my last post about this one, I was crack shipping like crazy all the side characters. 😂 This cast made it easy for me.

Except for Prince An. (Sorry to hit the bad so early.) Good god, I hated that man. His character was poorly drawn in pretty much every way, which is unfortunate cuz he’s the main antagonist. Any story with a main antagonist that just doesn’t work is always gonna be weaker.

Also, no offense to people who like that actor but he was the only cast member who did absolutely nothing for me in terms of performance. So much of the story was focused on his weaksauce motivation and dry acting like, my god, put me out of my misery I do not care.

Anyway, the set design and costuming was top notch and I even enjoyed the broader story ideas the show was trying to put forth. The sitcom vibe of the first 20 eps or so was SOOO good. Our four mains’ comedic timings were pitch perfect. 

Unfortunately, the writing took a sharp nosedive in the back 3rd or so and it had a rough ending. (The lightning strike on the tower scene, the fight in the underground temple, the return of Prince An’s mom...all of that was trash. let’s be real.)

I mostly blame this on three things: the missteps with the Prince An character, the lack of development of Rong’s prophetic dreams even though that was the main premise of the show, and the jump-the-shark moment that was the wedding night and its subsequently underwritten fallout. 

Now to clarify, I don’t mean to say the wedding night event shouldn’t have happened at all but rather the execution of it within the story was poor and it negatively impacted 90% of the other character motivations/progressions and the overall pacing. 

You know, it felt like that thing you do as a writer where you wake up and have a specific scene in your mind. It’s evocative, impactful, fun, or otherwise intense. But you just have that scene and it’s something that would have to happen in the middle of your story. So you work your way backwards to try to get to that scene and you do your best to get the characters to make decisions to get there but when you sit down to write nothing works out. It’s clunky or OOC for the scene to still happen so you end up having to either scrap the evocative scene or keep the clunky lead up and hope no one notices. That’s what that wedding scene and everything that happened after felt like. They wrote themselves into a corner and just struggled to recover until the bitter end. 

The main pairing suffered the most because of the poor writing choices. No matter how much chemistry ZZH and JJY have together, even they could not completely salvage Rong’s yo-yoing behavior with Prince Su. They started off so wholesome and then dove into such toxicity and miscommunication for no reason. 

Don’t get me wrong. I can very easily enjoy angst. But Fu Rong consistently broke this man down. After ep 25-26, it stopped being good angst and became so awful to watch all the emotional manipulation and turmoil. There’s something broken in the writing if 9 out of 10 times Prince Su cried or fell into depression it was because of something Rong did or said to him after jumping to a conclusion with only part of the puzzle pieces gathered. 

I could forgive some stuff because Prince An was manipulating things but some stuff was just all Rong not giving Prince Su the benefit of the doubt or plain old not doing her due diligence in investigating. She is supposed to have inherited the most prolific and successful spy organization in the show and she still got 90% of her conclusions wrong. It was like she was determined to always think the worst of Prince Su no matter what despite how often he went above and beyond to help her. Despite the fact that he literally had a reputation as a general for being a harsh taskmaster but fair and just. 

I think what broke me was when she did the bare minimum investigation into her own father’s death and just fully blamed Prince Su without confronting him honestly or even considering his personality or their relationship up until that point. She really believed a single street seller’s entire testimony over the man she lived with and supposedly loved for months. Girl...

And this is after she’d previously mistakenly accused him of killing her mentor with very few facts to the point where she stabbed him on their wedding night.

There came a point where I actually wanted Prince Su to finally, truly divorce Rong and settle down with someone who could love him right. Maybe give him time to heal from the repeated heartbreaks, betrayals, and the literal stab wound in his chest but he was so fucking in love with Rong, he just couldn’t escape.

(If there were behind the scenes production reasons for the clunky-ness of the back half, I would not be surprised at all but ultimately they don’t matter cuz the story we got was the story we got.)

Imagine if we had gotten a Rong who used her prophetic dreams to navigate the cut throat world of royal politics. Or imagine if we’d gotten Rong as a true apprentice to Ruyi who learned both metalsmithing and spycraft in the first half and took over the pavilion as a competent leader in the second half. As it stands, it just felt like wasted potential.

I’m glad they had the modern day special AU eps tho cuz those were great. Zhang Zhehan and Ju Jing Yi had the opportunity to really showcase their incredible chemistry but in a modern setting and with better writing than the back 3rd of BRYP.

Now let’s talk Zhang Zhehan since he was the reason I started this in the first place. I loved him in this. I truly did. He was stern and serious but also playful and sweet. He was romantic but awkward, badass but vulnerable. He really delivered a nuanced and charming performance. I loved every second.

I think my favorite moment wasn’t some badass fight or even a super romantic moment. No, it was when he got drunk and started crying like a little baby cuz Rong was constantly doubting him no matter what he did. It was simultaneously sad and hilarious. Like gut busting funny. Y’all can watch it here:

I laughed so fucking hard at this. Oh my god, guys! This shit was too much.

Random Thoughts:

The romance between the 2nd leads was A+. Truly an adorable affair. Though I think they should’ve gotten together officially earlier around ep 25 or so and we should’ve seen the rest with them as a couple.

The costuming was so good y’all. For all the main four characters but I was especially drawn to Prince Su’s outfits.

The ghostly pale look with the bright red lips and eyeshadow makeup for Rong did not bother me at all. I actually liked it for her though I think it would’ve worked better if she’d had more explicit prophetic abilities.

I could’ve used more actual war scenes with Prince Su and Little Marquis.

The OST for the show SLAPPED!

That one kid spy in Ruyi Pavilion was voiced by the same actor as Chengling from WOH and I have never double-taked harder. lmao

Even though there were things I didn’t like in this show, I appreciated how gay I could make it in my last post. Truly it was a bisexual’s dream aesthetically.

[monaownsmyass]

It’s Complicated/Uncomplicated - Part 2/2

Requested fic by @ineedskyecrandall (if you have any fic ideas or requests you’d like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: My Two First Loves, (after) Chapter 38

Pairing: Ava Lawrence x MC (Emma Price)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G, none

Word count: 4,152 (she’s a long one)

A/N: Continuation of Part 1! Ava and MC go on their first date. QUESTION: do you guys prefer shorter or longer fics? Pls lmk. Also I’m pretty sure I chipped my nail polish while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy 😂

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @midnitesteph (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics.)

I woke up to a text from Ava.

'Rise and shine, you sleepy sloth! I hope you had a good night, here's something to brighten your morning! Xoxo'

She attached a cute cat gif stretching its paws and yawning as it wakes up from it's sleep.

I shot her back a quick reply. 'Morning, babe! Thanks for the adorable cat gif, I can't wait to see your gorgeous face later today <3'.

I may have just woken up but I just knew that today was gonna be an amazing day.

The hours leading up to my date with Ava was a blur. I was wrecked with excitement and anticipation. Mackenzie noticed me on edge and I explained my dilemma to her. She didn't seem that surprised when I came out to her as bi and told her I had a date with Ava.

She just rolled her eyes and said, 'Finally!'.

Two hours before our date, I begged Mack to help me find the perfect outfit. I paced up and down my room, trying on my entire wardrobe and still not being able to settle on anything.

"Oh my god, Em, calm down!" Mack exclaimed in frustration. "It's just Ava! She's seen you at your absolute trash bottom!"

"I know! But it's different!" I defended. "It's like an actual date this time, y'know?"

"You went out for dates with Noah and Mason recently and you weren't walking up and down your room like an agitated child that just shat their pants and is too afraid to tell their parents." She squinted at me. "You like her a lot more than the both of them, don't you?"

"I- what? Mack, no. I mean, I'm not sure. I haven't figured it out yet."

She sighed and stared at me dead in the eyes. "Look, I know you like both boys but I think even you have noticed that you're more drawn to Ava. Shit, you just told me an hour or so ago that you liked her and I can already tell just by looking at you now." She waited for me to process her words before speaking again. "You aren't gonna destroy Mason's or Noah's life if you chose to be with Ava. They're big boys, they can handle the rejection."

Her words struck a chord in me. I have noticed that ever since Ava kissed me I haven't been able to think about either Mason or Noah. When I kissed both of them, I was constantly worrying about the other but with Ava, it was only her that occupied my mind.

I looked away then back at my sister. "I... I think you're right. But I'm just gonna have this date with her before I come to a conclusion."

She waved her hand at me. "Yeah yeah, you do that, but I bet you fifty that you'll agree with me."

"No way am I agreeing to that bet," I scoffed.

"And why not?"

"...'Cuz I'm pretty sure I'll lose."

~•~•~

After over an hour, I finally decided on a cute outfit and waited for Ava in my living room. I was fidgeting with my fingers while Mack made fun of me, teasing me about how nervous I was but I couldn't even focus because it was true; I was mortified.

Ding Dong!

"Ahh!" I shouted in surprise.

My sister just laughed at me and moved to answer the door. "Chill, your girlfriend's here."

"She's not my girl-" I started but stopped mid-sentence when I saw her walk into our hallway.

She may have not been my girlfriend just yet but god, I wish she were.

"Ava," I whispered, speechless. "H-hey!"

"Hey yourself, babe!" She came up to me and wrapped me in a hug. The pet name caused a rush of heat to my cheeks which I was sure she felt when she kissed it. We've always called each other by pet names, 'baby', 'babe', 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'jerk' or 'weirdo' even but this time, it felt different. Different in a good way.

She pulled back slightly as her eyes traveled up and down my figure. Her gaze set my body on fire. "You look amazing!" she complimented. "You're so pretty."

I blushed. "Thanks." I gave her a once over and felt my breath hitch. "You look really hot," I blurted out without thinking and immediately slapped my palm against my mouth.

She burst out laughing, the sound filling me with delight despite my embarrassment. "Thank you, Em." She lifted an arm and it was only then that I noticed that she was holding a bouquet of flowers. "Um, these are for you."

She knew I loved flowers. I accepted it, starting to get a little teary eyed. This was ridiculous! We haven't even stepped out of the house and I was already overwhelmed with emotions. It was a gorgeous bunch of yellow roses with red petal tips. I immediately recognised the meaning behind the colour and the tears started to trickle down my face.

"Ava," I lunged at her, wrapped my arms around her neck and burying my face in the crook of it. "You seriously didn't have to."

"But I wanted to, I wanted to do this right," she laughed and hugged me back.

This moment would've been perfect if it weren't for Mackenzie clearing her throat from the living room couch.

"Okayyyy, I guess this is my cue to leave," she awkwardly excused herself and made her way upstairs. "Bye, lovebirds! Stay safe! Don't do anything stupid and don't forget to practice safe se-!"

"Mack!" I exclaimed, cutting her off but hurling a pillow from the couch at her.

My face was flushed with heat once again from Mack's comment but Ava just let out a good-natured laugh, obviously finding the whole ordeal amusing.

"C'mon, Em. Let's go," she said.

I excused myself to place the bouquet into a vase before walking to her sedan. She opened the door of the passenger seat for me before closing it and entering the driver's side. This girl was too sweet, I swear she'd be the death of me.

She started the engine and started driving away from my house.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"And why should I tell you?" she teased.

"Uh, because I'm in your car and I don't know where you're taking me? That's basically kidnapping!"

"It's not if you entered on your own free will!" she giggled and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Her laugh was contagious and it made my heart flutter.

I didn't have to wait long to find out our destination. It was a small, quaint ice cream parlour. The same ice cream parlour we went to on our first hang out together. We hadn't been back here since and the sight of the shop made me nostalgic.

We entered the shop and it was just as I remembered. It was quite and calm. A much different ambience from the outside world. We walked up to the display freezer and stared at all the different options.

Ava turned to me. "Okay, so here's how we make things interesting, we order a random ice cream we haven't tried before, no trying the flavours beforehand."

I gave her a look. Leave it to Ava to find a way to spice things up. One thing I can say for sure was that my life would definitely be boring without her.

"So, what would you like?"

"Um, I'm not sure." One particular ice cream stood out to me though I wasn't sure it'd be my cup of tea. "I kinda want to try the Maple Bacon Ice Cream but I don't know if I'll like it."

"First of all, that's the whole point of this! We won't know, it's a game of luck. Second of all, you haven't tried Maple Bacon before?" she asked incredulously.

"And you have?"

"Of course! Who hasn't?"

"Ava, that's not a regular ice cream flavour, weirdo."

"It is in my house...," she muttered as she pouted, eyebrows furrowing. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute she was being. "What if we share it? Since you're too chicken to actually get a whole scoop for yourself."

"Hey! That's not true!" I protested but she was right on some regards. I didn't want to waste it if I didn't like it. "But since you insisted, sure, I guess."

"Don't pretend you're not relieved that I offered to share," she smiled teasingly at me.

After much persuasion, I finally let Ava pay for the ice cream and we found an empty booth in the corner. It was far away and secluded enough from the other patrons to give us some privacy.

We sat across from each other with the cup of ice cream in between us. I noticed that they only gave us one spoon. We've shared food and cutlery before but this time, it made me nervous.

"They only gave us one spoon," I pointed out.

"So?" Ava questioned. "We've shared before, here!"

She scooped up some ice cream and brought it up to my lips. I looked at her and cautiously leaned forward to let her feed me. I saw her gulp as I accepted the ice cream.

She shook herself out of her daze and asked, "How is it?"

I licked my lips and gave her a smile. "It's actually really good!"

"See? You should listen to me more often," she bragged.

"Yeah, yeah, now let me feed you instead, it's only fair."

We continued to feed each other, giggling and laughing every time we smudged ice cream against the other's cheek. At first I did it by accident but Ava wasn't having it so she did it back to me on purpose.

We were attacking each other with ice cream, almost screaming at one point and only stopped when we noticed the ice cream server glaring at us.

We quiet down, trying to hold in our giggles and I couldn't help but get distracted by Ava. I saw her mouth moving, saying something but I wasn't listening. Last night was the first time I really got to look at her but right now, in the daylight, I could see every detail of her face that I missed under the dim streetlight. And now that I know my feeling weren't entirely platonic, I could properly appreciate them.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows, her almond eyes that were a beautiful shade of chestnut brown, accentuated by her eyeliner and mascara and her soft lips that were painted in a darker shade of red today, perfectly complimenting her features. Her gorgeous hair, her high cheekbones, her strong jaw, her freckles. God, her freckles. They scattered all over her cheeks and nose making her look absolutely adorable. All these combined together to make the absolute masterpiece that was Ava.

I've always liked her freckles. I liked how prominent they were in the summer and I knew sometimes she was insecure about how obvious they were but I've always thought that that was ridiculous. If anything I thought it made her look extremely pretty. Not that she isn't without them but there was something about them that caught my attention.

I was broken out of my reverie when I say Ava waving a hand in front of my eyes.

"Hellooo? Earth to Emma?" she said, laughing. "You completely blanked out, what are you thinking about?"

"About you," I replied without a second thought.

I saw her looking a bit flustered and blush a little but she countered back. "Oh? And what about me?"

"I was just thinking about how stunning you look," I admitted.

She bit her lip. "We've known each other for years, you know how I look like, dork."

"Yeah, but I've never gotten a chance to properly look at you and appreciate your face. You're so breath-taking."

I moved to slowly cup her face in my hands and I felt the warmth from her cheeks. I saw her let out a shaky breath and close her eyes for a while before looking back at me. My own heart was doing flips. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you flirt," she joked.

We talked as we finished up our ice cream. Well, I ate most of eat but on our way out I bought one for Ava since I felt bad for stealing most of it. We walked out of the shop, passing the cone of ice cream back and forth to share.

"Where to next?" I asked her while licking the ice cream.

"Just keep walking, we'll be there soon," she replied while reaching out to take the ice cream from me.

I shook my head at her refusal to tell me but I complied. We walked down the sidewalk, shoulders brushing ever so slightly every now and then. I felt her hand ghost over mine a couple of times before I looked up at her. I could almost sense the conflict going on in her head. I silently giggled to myself before grabbing her hand, interlocking our fingers together.

Just like she did the night before, she looked at our hands and then into my eyes. I saw a twinkle in them as she gave me a shy smile.

"Thank you," she spoke softly.

I gave her hand a squeeze in response as we continued to walk down the street, hand-in-hand and sharing the ice cream.

I loved the way her hand fit in mine. It felt different from Mason's and Noah's hand. Their's were slightly calloused, maybe from playing football, and much bigger than mine. I liked the way their's made me feel protected and secured.

However, Ava's hand, while just as strong, was smooth and smaller. It felt comforting and familiar, like someone you've known for a long time who'd always be there even on your worse days. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't prefer this over their's.

"I like holding your hand," Ava spoke out. "It's nice."

I let out a small chuckle and nodded. "I was just thinking the same."

We walked a few more steps before Ava announced, "We're here."

She brought me to a park that was filled with trees and flowers. The park wasn't too crowded but there were a decent amount of people minding their own business. Being autumn, most leaves on the trees were a fiery yet serene combination of red, orange and amber. We walked down a pathway lined with the trees and covered with fallen leaves.

"The scenery is amazing!" I stated in awe. I looked around to take in the view and turned back to Ava to only see her gazing at me.

"So are you," she added. I don't know how many more times she was going to make me blush but I wasn't complaining.

After walking a little more, we spotted a bench. We finished up the ice cream and threw the wrapper and tissue into the trash can nearby before I pulled her by the hand to sit.

She sat a few spaces away but I scooted closer to her. I took her hand in both of mine and placed it on my lap, caressing it. We've always been physically affectionate with each other and I'm not going to allow that to change now. I still wanted her to be comfortable around me despite our recent revelation about our relationship.

Once I saw her relax a bit, I placed my head on her shoulder. I could tell her heart started to race and I had to admit that her nearness was making my heart do the same. The smell of her perfume wafted up to my nose and made my mind hazy. I was finding it hard to focus on anything else with her so close to me. But the again, why would I want to focus on anything else?

I closed my eyes and heard her speak. "I don't think you know how painful it was seeing you with Noah yesterday at homecoming. I kept trying to tell myself that it wasn't my place to be jealous but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry."

"If it makes you feel any better, even though I was with Noah, I couldn't stop myself from staring at you," I confessed. "When I saw you, I thought I was looking at an ethereal being, you didn't look like you belonged on earth, let alone at some crappy high school gym."

She lets out a radiant giggle and I felt her shoulders shake in laughter as I continued, "I realised last night that it's been like this for some time now. I hope you know that this has been long time coming, it's not just some fluke thing that happened last night."

She wraps an arm around my waist, letting it rest against my hip. "I get it, I feel the same way. I've liked you for some time now but it was time I finally admitted it to myself."

I swallowed, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. Hearing her speak like that made me indescribably happy. "Yesterday, at the dance, I was secretly hoping you'd cut in and ask me for a dance," I confessed.

"I was hoping you'd ask me!" she revealed and we both laughed.

Ava gently nudged me off of her and stood from the bench. I looked up at her, puzzled. She stretched out an arm, offering it to me. "Since I didn't get to ask you for a dance yesterday, I'm doing it now. Would you like to share a dance with me, darling?"

I giggled at her antics. "Ava, we're in the middle of the park! People will think we're mad!"

"I don't care about them, only you. Do you care?" she challenged back.

I didn't have to think twice about my answer. "When I'm with you? Never have and never will."

I placed my hand in hers and she brought it up to her lips kissing it before pulling me up to her feet. I crashed into her, laughing and holding onto her to stabilise myself. She chuckled along with me and guided us a few paces away from the bench. She positioned a hand on my hip and the other still clutching mine. Instinctively, I brought one hand to rest on her shoulder.

"There's no music," I stated.

"Looks like we'll just have to make our own."

Ava began humming a random tune and we started spinning around as if we were ballroom dancing. We stepped onto the grassy area as my laughter and Ava's humming increased in volume.

She twirled and dipped me. She placed both her hands on my waist and lifted me, spinning me in circles as I giggled uncontrollably. If anyone was staring, I didn't notice or bother. All I cared about was that I was in Ava's arms and I felt like I was flying.

She set me down and we both just looked at each other, smiling wider than we've seen each other grin before. I pulled her into me to hug her, resting my cheek against hers. Our heavy breathing and racing hearts began to subside. I moved back slightly in her arms to still see her smiling at me.

She looked back at me and seeing her so happy made me ecstatic in return. It made my heart sing to know I'm the reason for her happiness. The way she was looking at me made me feel important. It made me feel as if I was the best thing that's ever happened to her and it was then that I knew that the feeling was mutual.

Her mesmerising eyes gazed into mine and I thought back to last night, right before we kissed. I really wanted to kiss her then and I wanted it again now.

As if she could read my thoughts, she leaned in closer to me. Inches before her lips met mine, she stopped, hesitating if she should close the gap between us. I could feel her heart start pounding in her chest again against mine.

"Kiss me, Ava," I whispered, quietly enough so only she could hear.

She placed a hand behind my neck and tugged me into a kiss. Our lips met and it felt just as spectacular as last night's. I grabbed onto her harder, not wanting to let her go in case she pulls away but by the way she was clutching onto me made it clear she wouldn't dare dream of it.

Kissing Ava felt like the most wonderful thing in the universe. Mason and Noah were great kisser but even they couldn't even begin to compete with Ava. The small fluttering feeling in my tummy whenever I kissed them was nothing compared to the overwhelming sensation I was experiencing right now. Electricity was surging through my body, energising my entire being. It was entirely intoxicating. It was other-worldly.

I've never understood why people referred to their significant others as their weaknesses because right now, kissing Ava, I felt more alive than I ever did. She wasn't my weakness, she was my strength and...

Did I just refer to Ava as my significant other?

Like all good things, it had to come to an end. But it wasn't by choice, though. So enraptured in the kiss, I leaned further forward, causing Ava to lean back until she stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock. She crashed to the ground, taking me with her.

"Oof!"

"Ouch!"

We looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked her in between giggles.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied in a similar manner.

Ava was flat on her back and I was still on top of her as I buried my face in the crook to muffle my laughter. Ava tossed her head back, still laughing.

After a while, the laughter died down and I lifted myself to look at her once again. We couldn't help it. We started giggling madly, so much so that I let out a snort that only made us more hysterical.

"Oh god, I can't breathe," Ava wheezed.

It took us at least a good three minutes to fully calm down. I rolled off Ava and laid beside her.

"C'mere," she said and pulled me closer.

I rested my head on her shoulder and draped an arm over her torso. She wrapped an arm around me while our legs intertwined. She was staring at the sky as I closed my eyes. It's amazing to think that just the day before yesterday I was worried about choosing between Mason and Noah but now, it's never been clearer that there was only one person for me. And ironically, it was neither of them.

Being here with Ava made me recognise that the reason I couldn't choose between either of them was because my heart already belonged to someone else without me even realising.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's  presence when I finally broke the quite.

"It's crazy how so much can change in a day." I said softly. "I admit, ever since day one, I would catch myself looking at you. I thought I was staring at you because that's just what people do when they find beauty in something. I know now that while that's true, there's more to it. And it's because I like you, Ava. I really like you. It might have taken us years for us to get here but I wouldn't have had it any other way."

I felt her hold her breath for a while before slowly exhaling.

I spoke again, "I think I'm gonna call it quits with Noah and Mason."

"Are you sure? That's pretty fast."

"I've never been more sure. I can't help but compare how much better everything feels with you. I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend yet, we don't have to rush it, but why lead them on when I already know you're the best for me. You, Ava Lawrence, are my first choice."

I opened my eyes. I still couldn't see Ava's face but I felt her inhaled deeply before gently, tenderly uttering, "You are my first choice too, Emma Price."

I felt the joy bubbling in me at her words. I smiled and let out a contented sigh.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "My feelings were never complicated, I was just to blind to see them for what they actually were." And it was true.

I couldn't help but think how glad I was that I didn't take on Mackenzie's bet. She was right. It always was and always will be Ava.

She may not have been my first love but she was my soulmate.

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Kylo Ren - I Knew It

WARNING, THERE IS A RISE OF SKYWALKER GIF BELOW THE CUT! IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT PLEASE DO NOT CLICK BELOW THIS HAS BEEN A PSA THANK YOU

Summary: You help Kylo come to the Light Side.

Warnings: fluff, angst, RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: listen i know this is a total cop out for the ending, and i know it’s probably cheesy and redundant to do it this way, but it was one of the only solutions i could come up with. also in this, he doesn’t kiss Rey, he just saves her for the good of the galaxy (cuz that wouldn’t work with you two).

You were a part of the Resistance. 

Kylo was a part of the First Order. 

You realized soon after meeting him that he was a haunted and broken soul, needing to be fixed. Since you were both pretty strong with the Force, you knew how consumed he was with guilt after killing his father, and he knew that you felt all the sympathy in the world for him. This angered him greatly, he tried so hard to kill Ben Solo that he quickly realized he was being torn apart from the inside just from one conversation with you.

You still had the star on your stomach from where his lightsaber had sliced at you. After that, you’d spent a lot of time away from each other, yet you still felt this undeniably strong connection to him. You felt his pain, just as he felt yours. So when you felt him die, the scream you let out could be heart lightyears across the galaxy. 

Immediately, you ordered your ship to turn and go to where you felt him, letting the Force guide you to him. Even though you hadn’t spoke in years, even though he hated your guts, even though he could still be Kylo Ren.

You didn’t even wait for the ship to land before you jumped out of the doors and down onto the building. The pilot screamed after you but you were blocking him out, forcing yourself to feel what was left of Ben’s energy. 

Once you got to the bottom of the building, you pulled your lightsaber off your belt, the green light illuminating the way. The architecture was dusty and clearly standing on no foundation, you realized you had to hurry and make as little damage as possible. With caution to the wind, you ran to the very middle of the coliseum, desperately looking around and realizing calling his name would do no good. 

Suddenly, you saw a body, covered in ash and scars lying towards the left of where you were standing. “Ben!” You cried out brokenly, immediately rushing to his side and dropping to your knees. The impact seemed to shake the ground a bit but your hands were already on Ben’s body. You checked for any signs of scarring, wounds, internal damage, but there were none. Then you realized how weak his Force was, and the conclusion you came to was clear.

Throwing your lightsaber down, you rolled up your sleeves and took some deep breaths, preparing to give a big chunk of your life to the man below you. Closing your eyes, you put your hand over his heart, and felt your power flowing through your veins. The transfer was more painful than you imagined, and you felt yourself growing weaker the longer you waited for him to wake.

Eventually, you had to stop because you feared you might pass out. You shakily took your hands off his heart and started sobbing, burying your face into his damp long sleeve. Your whole body was shaking and you interlocked your fingers with his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You seemed to stay in that position for hours, your knees growing weak from the hard surface below and your body aching from the transfer.

And then you felt it.

The hand you were so desperately squeezing slowly began to squeeze back. The chest your head was resting upon started to rise up and down weakly, and you quickly pulled your head from its place. His eyes opened slowly, attempting you comprehend what was going on around him. Panic clearly showed on his face, but as he was looking around his eyes stopped dead when they focused on you.

His lips parted slightly and his eyes grew wide, attempting to sit himself up but being too weak to do so. “Stay... just stay. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He coughed slightly, and you began to see traces of tears forming in his eyes.

“I- I... what?” His normally deep, controlled voice was weak and broken. “(Y/N)... is it... is it you?”

You nodded, his hand regaining feeling and squeezing against you harder. Now he felt as if he had to sit up, and through the pain his body straightened itself. Even sitting, he was still taller than you. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that you were there, in front of him, especially after he felt himself die. “(Y/N).” He whispered your name again, his other hand moving to your shoulder and squeezing it slightly. 

“Ben...” And that’s what set him off. He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief and pressed his forehead against yours. You were finally together again, yet you were surprised he was so happy to see you; you thought he hated you.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” His hand now moved to your lower back, pulling you into an awkward hug before his touch started to move to your stomach. Seeming to feel something, he sucked in a breath, and it was clear his fingers were moving over your scar. The scar he left. “You... you... what did you do?”

“I had to, Ben. You know how much I...” You paused, unable to form the words, “I missed you. I couldn’t lose you, not when you have so much left to do with this good inside of you.”

He pulled away from your forehead to look at your face. You moved your hand to cup the side of his face, your thumb running over one of the thousands of beauty marks that littered his face. He searched your eyes, full tears beginning to cloud his vision as a happy smile spread across his face. 

He felt so overwhelmed, so utterly loved that you would give most of your life just so he could live. He’d tried to kill you, treated you like shit and yet you still came for him when he needed you. Your words guided him, your connection was strong to him as well and he knew that he loved you, he knew that you would be the one to change him.

You were both so close, feeling each others weak, panting breaths against your faces. By some indescribable power, you were both drawn to each other, inching closer and closer until you suffocated on each other’s scents. 

Then, your lips finally collided.

Sparks seemed to erupt between your lips and you felt your entire body flow with euphoria. Your bodies were finally sharing the energy you’d both kept inside, the feelings you’d tucked away for years and years, the longing. Your hand carted through his dark hair to tuck it out of his face, your other hand on the back of his neck to pull him impossibly closer. His cold hands brushed across your cheeks, the other going to your back to support his own weight on you. 

He held you tightly, as if you would float away any second, as if he would wake up at some point and everything would be a dream. You sensed his energy and just pulled his hair slightly to remind him that you were there, that you weren’t going anywhere. At this, he groaned softly into your mouth, so you took the opportunity to slide your tongue between his. He responded with another soft groan and attempted to pull you closer to him, which made you smile.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered breathlessly as he pulled away, “God, I’m so sorry. I treated you like shit and I don’t deserve your-” You put a finger to his lips to shut him up and shook your head, just the simple gesture made his racing heart slow just a bit.

“It’s okay. You’re okay now, you’re with me. Let’s start new, yeah?” His face showed a clear dumbfounded expression, searching your eyes again to see if you were even a real person. The thought made you chuckle a bit. He pulled you in for a tight embrace, tears falling onto your bare shoulders as you held him as tightly as you possibly could.

“A thousand thank you’s could never express my gratitude towards everything you’ve done for me.” He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, attempting to stop the trembling from overtaking his body. You didn’t need to respond, you just stroked his back gently with your nails, rocking him back and forth slightly to make sure he was grounded.

His grip was still tight on you, and you were beginning to get concerned, you never knew Ben to be this shaken up. Though, he’d just died, that would be enough to fuck someone up. Using what was left of your power, you decided to look inside his mind, possibly to set some ease.

He was terrified. He’d always felt so utterly alone and controlled by another’s destiny when in reality he felt like a scared kid trying to figure himself out. When you came into his life, he realized what connection could feel like. However, his enforced rage and hatred for the Light Side forced him to hate you, to despise what you’d done to him. He’s consumed with guilt, for killing his father, for his mother’s death, for the wounds and pain he’d inflicted onto you. You didn’t deserve him, his baggage, his demons, his rage. He hated himself for what he did to everyone, hated what he’d become, and now he needs guidance more than ever.

Feeling his pain, tears began to slip out of your eyes as well, pulling him closer to you and stroking his hair with another hand. “You deserve the entire galaxy, Ben.” When he noticed you’d been in his head, he straightened a bit, but found himself relaxing again once you began to ease his mind. “I’m here for guidance, I will always be here for guidance, you know this. I’m so sorry for what they’ve done to you, your past, your blood. You don’t deserve this amount of self-hatred, you don’t deserve to feel like this. I wish I could take it all away from you.”

He couldn’t breathe. He felt so overwhelmed with your love. It surrounded him, filled his lungs suffocated him, filled his veins enough to make his heart burst. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, letting out another sob before pulling away and grabbing both sides of your head for a searing kiss. 

It surprised the hell out of you, and you were hesitant to respond but you just couldn’t help it. The energy, the love, the emotion. You could feel it all, his pain was yours and your pain was his. 

He felt himself smiling against your lips until he broke into a soft chuckle, still holding your face softly. He kissed your cheeks, the top of your head, and ended at the tip of your nose, making you smile softly. “Is it too early to say... I love you?” In response you just scrunched your nose and shook your head, stroking the side of his cheek and pressing kisses to different beauty marks.

“As much as I’d love this to continue, I think we should get out of here before this whole establishment collapses on top of us.” He chuckled at your remark and sniffled a bit, slowly hoisting himself up, pain shooting through his side. “Hey, hey. Take it slow, I’ll get you up there.” He nodded weakly and put his arm around you, bracing himself for the jump you were about to take.

-

You smiled as you came back into your quarters to see a shirtless Ben sleeping peacefully on your bed. You’d patched up the rest of his wounds and left to get him some water, but decided it was best to not wake him. Setting the water down, you got into bed beside him, sighing as you felt the warmth of your comforter fall against your body. You quickly realized how exhausted you were once your eyelids started to get heavy, so before you drifted you snuggled up next to Ben.

Pushing his hair out of his face, you placed a gentle hand on his body and nuzzled yourself into his shoulder, smiling.

“I love you too.”

-

[arthurflecksgirl]

Artie falls in love with you / Arthur Fleck short story

Disclaimer: Suicidal thoughts, sex, drunk Arthur, romantic, sweet

“How...how many kisses?“

Arthur was lying on the couch, burying his face in the pillow. The two of you went out on a date for the third time today and you were truly in love with him.

“Just tell me sweetheart, how many?“ He mumbled. The couple glasses of wine werent a good idea considering that he was on his medication and was never really drunk before. You felt kinda bad about his condition right now. But you really tried to get him out of his apartment and did choose a good restaurant to finally get him to eat something. He never ate propery and looked kinda starved. Also a side effect of his meds. You felt good, watching him eating half a plate today, so you ordered some wine,too.

You kneed in front of the couch to made sure he's comfortable, petting his soft, sweaty curls “What do you mean?“

He smirked at you “How many smoochies will I get from you tonight?“ His face lighted up looking at you. His childlike grin made your knees weak every time.

You kept on playin with his hair “Many,Arthur.“

“But how much?“

He tried to get up and kiss you on the cheek, making kissing noises and almost fell from the couch “Oooops“ he buried his face in your neck “I almost fell. Good thing I fell in your arms,huh?“ His breath felt hot against your skin. The smell of his hair felt like home. “Yeah Arthur, I'm afraid you're a bit drunk.“

Arthurs smile grew even more “I'm not drunk. I just love you so much and need to know how many?“ A sloppy kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Countless,Artie.“

He sunk back into his pillow “Wow, thats a lot!“

You took the blankets and covered him with it “Just try to get some sleep,okay? You will get all the kisses when you're sober again“.

He crawled up under the sheets, his beautiful face lookin slightly weathered. “Hey (YN) wanna hear a Joke? “

“Sure“

“So this man comes into an libary“ he chuckles in his pillow already.

"...and asks for a book on how to commit suicide.

And the libarian said  Fuck off, you won`t bring it back"

He can`t help but laugh about his own joke. His dark homor said more about himself than you wanted to admit but you were very drawn to his view of things. He always seemed to feel everything with an intensivity you have never seen on someone else before. Eighter if he was happy or sad. When you met him he told you he never felt happy in his whole life but you felt like it changed dramatically since you dated. Knowing that he was all alone by himself, expect from living with his mother his whole life still breaks your heart. Never have you met someone more caring. He loves to make late night conversations while cuddeling up under the blankets, about everything that was going on in his head. Sometimes he had troubles explaining what he was trying to say but you loved his way of observing things around him. He payed attention wo every datail. You admired him, which he couldnt understand. He loved to be seen and he loved that you listened to him carefully. But he still wasnt sure why you loved him so much. You guess he wasnt used to this kind of attantion.

"Thats a good one,Arthur!"

He was getting sleepy "Yeah... you know what (YN) there are many more jokes in my journal, you know? I want you to read it. "

"The jokes?"

"The whole thing"

His eyes got heavier now.

"There are not only jokes in it" his eyes tried to focus on you "I was writing about you,too.I want you to read it"

Your hand slit under the blanket to caress his chest "About me? Really?"

"Yeah" the scar on his upper lip liftet when he did that smirk and it always made you blush. He even managed to make you blush while lying drunk on the couch. You felt kinda bad by getting turned on seeing him in this condition.

"I dont know Arthur, I feel like this is kinda personal. I dont want to disturb your privacy by reading your journal.

"Just do it!"

"Artie, you`re drunk. What if you dont want me to read it anymore in the morning?"

He was leaning  over to give you sloppy kisses again "Thats why I want you to read it now." He was pointing his finger at you "Hey, wanna hear another one?"

You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead "Get some sleep, Arthur. You need to rest now"

He falls back into the pillow and falls asleep with a smile on his face.

After you made sure he fell asleep you looked at his diary. He really said he wanted you to read it. And that he wrote about you.

You werent sure if you should take a look. This felt so personal. On the other hand... You were more than curious about what he might thought of you. You just started dating and had your first kiss some days ago. He was a really good kisser. You guessed he didnt really knew what to do at first but he was so emotionally involved. He seemed to soak up every second of the moment. Like he really wanted this. He was right there in the moment with you, which you loved.After the kiss he confessed that he never was with a woman before and you think he was a bit ashamed about it. But he still wanted you to know. You didnt mind. You thought it was cute actually. And you wanted nothing more than being his first. You would love him all night. Like he deserved to be loved.

Another stare at his diary. You put my hands on the cover. Arthur Fleck case number 064823. Sure he had some problems. But you wanted the both of you  to figure them out together. You wanted to hold his hand when he was in the waiting room to attent his appointments. You still werent sure what the exact diagnose was. You didnt wanted to upset him by asking too much about it. But you knew that he took anti depressants and anti psychotics.

You opened the first page of his diary. Some jokes, really dark ones. Mostly about death.

You turned the pages. Observations about homeless people. More dark jokes. Sad thoughts about being left alone.  You didnt really read all of it cuz it still felt like you were disturbing his privacy. So you tried to find the pages which are written about you and searched for your name to pop up and there is was.

Your name was written in big, red letters that looed like lipstick. With a big smiley. Your heart jumped out of my chest when you saw it. There was something so cute about it and you imagined him drawing this the night, after you met.

You took a deep breath and started to read as your hands were shaking.

"Today I met the sweetest girl. She was new in my neighborhood and seemed to be different from all those aweful bricks here in Gotham. She has a nice smile. An authentic one. Not like my own smile, which is never authentic for so many reasons. I dont even know what a real smile is. But when I saw her , I smiled and for the first time in my entire life  it felt like a real smile.

So she had those big packages to carry and i was just standing there, staring at her and suddenly she asked me for help. I was never been asked for help before. People tend to ignore and avoid me a lot. So I was very pleased to help her with her packages. We got into an conversation and I told her a joke. And she was laughing. I love it when people laugh at my jokes. I mean, I wanna do stand up comedy so bad. I need people to think that I`m funny. And I know I am. ---smiley face---

Anyway, I felt like finally someone sees me. The next day she came up to me when I was about to get to th pharmacy and she asked me out on a date. I couldnt belive it at first. I have never been on a date before. I was kinda nerveaus. Why would a beautiful, young woman like she is go out with me?

Of course I said yes.

I was dreaming about this for so long. Maybe she could be my girlsfriend. This would be a dream come true. I already told her that I have some issues, because she asked me why I was going to the city and I didnt thought twice and told her I have to buy my anti psychotics. I know that this wasnt a good move but it seems like it didnt scare her away. Well, she doesnt know how bad it really is by now.

I really hope that this time she is real and I`m not having visions or daydreams again.

Sometimes its hard to tell.

Some days I even think the meds make it even worse. But at the same time I am afraid to go off my meds. I did it once and I did some bad shit. I even ended up in Arkham for a very long time. Which wasnt that bad really.

Sometimes I think I felt better when I was locked up.

Not being able to leave my room, being with my thoughts all day, drifting away in daydreams gives me comfort. Its like ignoring the cold, dark world outside. The world doesnt care about me anyway. So why should I? The sad thing is, I still do care. I thought about ending my own life so amny times. Almost every day. But I never really tried it. Its just a game I play with myself.

How long? How long until it is not a game anymore?

How long till I have the guts to do it?

Oh man, I`m drifting away again. I wanted to talk about the GIRL!!!

She`s gorgeous. Just gorgeous.

I wish I could kiss her. I`m 35 and I hadnt had my first kiss yet. Its TIME!

I tried it once with this girls from scool i was in love with but I got so nerveaus that I started to laugh at her face and she thought I was laughing at her. Yeah well... she ended up punching me in the face and I never tried it ever since.

But I dreamed about it a lot. How would it feel to have someones lips pressed against yours? Softly and intense. To taste someones tongue in your mouth, to just melt into each other.I would never stop. I feel like a kiss is a connection on a higher level and I really wanna experience it with someone.

I got some other fantasies,too.

They`re pretty dirty and I dont feel like I can talk about them right now.

So i`m gonna quit writing for today and hope that the girl isnt already sick of me.

You turned the page and took a look at Arthur. He was humming in his sleep. Looking peaceful. All the words in his diary overwhelmed you up to a point where you didnt know what to think anymore. You hoped he enjoyed his first kiss. You really hoped your kiss was worth the wait.

The next page was just black scribbles all over the pages. Little drawings of people and cats. A lot of cats.

The next page was written on again.

"Today I woke up and wanted to die. I don`t even know why. It was just a gut feeling. I was miserable andthe darkness was caving in on me. But then I thought about the girls I just met and that she really seemed to like me. So I decited not to kill myself. Not today."

You thought about putting the diary aside. This was a lil too much for you. You didnt knew he was in such a dark place mentally. You were kinda scared but  couldnt stop reading eighter.

"So...I remembered her kiss, my first kiss and this memory was so strong. I am sure it wasnt just imagined. This time I am sure it was real. It has to be. I wanted to distract myself from suicidal thoughts and started to touch myself while thinking of her. Maybe I should write her a love letter. Or bring her flowers. Or both. I think I`ll do both. Anyway, I touched myself while thinking about sleeping with her and I finally felt something again. I tried so many times but my meds wouldnt let me cum. It barely happens. Thinking about her kiss, her hands in my hair, on my thights, between my legs.... and her sweet voice on my ear helped me a lot. I felt passion and  love and  I came so hard, you wouldnt even wanna know. I hope Penny was asleep and didnt noticed anything. This would be embarrassing as hell. I surely made some noises.

I imagined that I took her hand and made her dance all through the living room to Frank Sinatra songs and we got closer and kissed. She told me how much she loved me and how much she wanted me. I held her face in my hands and kissed her so hard, all my make up smeared up on her beautiful face. I am always wearing clown make up in my sexual fantasies. It makes me more confident.  

She just grabbed me and took my clothes off, threw them all over the room, threw me on the bed and covered my body with kisses. I felt loved for the first time in my life and all I wanted was to be inside her. To wear her like a coat that keeps me warm. I imagined her being on top of me, whispering in my ear how much she wants me to fuck her.  And yeah I know in reality she would have dominated me for sure. But in my imagination I just got on top of her and made love to her till she was out of breath. I could almost feel her breath in my neck, feel her sweet, soft hands all over me. It was just so real.  I wish it was real.

Could it become real some day?

My body was reacting in a way I didnt even knew was possible before.

I want to expercience it again. With even more details.

I think i wil get back to bed and try it one more time.

And afterwards I will write her a letter. Or two.

I just wish she never leaves again."

Blank page

Another blank page.

You put the diary aside and got up on the couch.

You crawled up under his blanket and felt the warmth of his tiney, fragile body which you want to hold for the rest of your life.

[nullanythorm-ao3]

Just Some Random Fanfic Concepts

So I was going to wait and see if anyone else was interested in me posting up some of my general fanfic ideas. However, I’m bored and struggling to work with the CiM update I’m working on right now. So I’m just going to do it? Also, a heads up to look out for another post coming later, because I want to share some of my Variro YouTube playlist, too.  BUT FIRST, story ideas. You’ll get some working titles for the ones I HAVE working titles for, but otherwise I’m just winging it cuz there are a lot of them. These are in no particular order. Things being higher or lower on the list doesn’t mean they’re more or less likely to be worked on. 

#1 - A continuation for Land or Sea (title pending)

So a little background on this one. I got the idea for this one at the same time as I got the idea for Trust is Something Earned. I put which one I worked on first up to a vote on the Tangled Amino. 

It’s a mermaid(merman/boy??)!Varian AU that centers on the idea: What if, in Queen for a Day, instead of coming up with a solution that created the amber when interacting with the rocks, Varian creates a different one and winds up getting himself turned into a mermaid instead?

It’ll feature 4 OCs: two created by me, and two created by a friend. The perspective will shift between Varian and an OC that belongs to a friend of mine named Charlotte, Varian’s childhood friend and love interest. 

Without spoiling too much, it takes place primarily during the events of season 2 (and maybe stretches into season 3). It switches perspective between Varian, who’s sent to live in the ocean after the accident and becomes friends with an adventurous merboy named Caspian who helps him rediscover his passion for science and alchemy, and Charlotte, who’s left behind in Corona and is trying to rediscover her sense of self and direction after losing her best and only friend. Charlotte’s perspective will help show how the premise changes events in Corona, while Varian’s is wholly original. 

The other OCs that will be involved in the story will be my OC Adrian Claire, who followers of TiSE will know, and my friend’s OC Henry. 

#2 - Stitched Together (originated from Ragdoll)

Okay so the original premise for this was for it to be a Variro story. The focus was Hiro living a double life: a college student in San Fransokyo who realized the existence of the several magical realms that ran parallel to his home after discovering he had magical blood passed down from his mother (maybe even throwing in superhero and making it a triple life - poor Hiro). He finds what’s known in the multi-realm as a living doll - a doll that gained a soul either through devotion and affection of a previous owner and desire to become more human, or having a human soul literally shoved into it. 

Varian, his doll, is the latter. Due to crimes against his home realm of Corona and his own uncontrollable magical talent, they forced him into having his soul magically “stitched” into a rag doll, until Hiro’s magical talent allowed him to awaken.  However, because of his nature as a living doll, Varian now depends on and is subservient to Hiro, but the two soon grow a bond much closer than expected. 

Now, after working on the lore and world of the story, I’ve grown its scope a little. Rather than simply being a crossover with Tangled and Big Hero 6, I want Stitched Together to be a bigger-scale crossover, including How To Train Your Dragon and the Tales of Arcadia series as well. 

It’s going to be Hiccup/Hiro/Varian, along with Jim/Claire from ToA being close friends with the trio. They’re all going to be young wizards from different realms, with different magic specialties studying in Arcanum, the central realm that connects all magically advanced realms. Other characters from each series will show up as well! You’ll see a bit of all of them, it’s a pretty enormous project.

#3 - Maybe some Hogwarts Shenanigans?

I’d really like to do a short, maybe 7-chapter story on the Hogwarts Headcanons for the OT3 I did a while back. The big issue is I’m still trying to figure out where I stand on posting Harry Potter/Hogwarts content after the whole J.K. Rowling thing. 

It’d be a chapter focusing on each year the three spend at Hogwarts together, some key moments through the years, and things like that. Just a small, random story about some kids at Hogwarts having fun. 

Might do it, might not, we’ll see. 

#4 - Time Travel Variro Fic (title pending)

This is another one sort of meant to run alongside season 2 of TTS, and maybe s3. It also replaces the S3 of BH6 the series. Just cuz. 

Basically Varian escapes after being put in prison, and decides the best way to save his dad is prevent the amber from capturing him all together. Vindictive, feral little villain raccoon decides that if he can’t have his happy ending, he won’t let Raps have hers and plans to make a time machine so he can go back and prevent Eugene from rescuing Raps. 

Unfortunately, a slight user error and hiccup in his plans (namely the fact that Ruddiger doesn’t appreciate being left alone and hops in the machine with him and all the noise and flashing lights of a steampunk-medieval time machine spook him) causes him to catapult into the future instead. 

Meanwhile, Hiro’s dealing with his friends moving on to find work, his own internship at KreiTech while attending school, and being fifteen and struggling with hormones and his sexuality finally starting to rear its ugly head after being dormant for 15 years of being in an ongoing relationship with SCIENCE (aka he’s seeing guys, thinking ‘he’s cute/handsome’, and he’s PANICKING). Then, as he’s on his way home from internship one day, a random af raccoon tugs at his pants leg until he finds a boy in weird clothes unconscious in an alley somewhere

Varian, after being woken up, and unsure if he should bring up that he’s from the past or not, makes up a fake story about running away from a small town. Hiro, feeling there’s something more but empathetic to Varian’s story, invites him to stay with him at the Lucky Cat and introduces him to Cass. 

Varian is stand-offish at first, absorbed in his “pet project”, as he calls it around Hiro. Basically, the machine didn’t time travel with him, he’s stuck, and is determined to get home and continue his plan. Hiro, however, is drawn in by the mysterious boy and tries to reach out to him and open him up.

Varian catches on to modern technology and science pretty darn quickly. He’s a smart boy. He also stays holed up in Hiro’s lab or the room they allowed him to borrow reading all day. Until finally Hiro cracks him out of his shell, he starts attending SFIT, and meets the rest of the BH6 crew.

There’s more to the story than this but that’s all I’m saying for now. Lots of drama, tension, etc, and just a fun time as boys discover their sexualities, learn where they can call home, and all that good stuff. 

#5 - In Someone Else’s Shoes (Time Travel Team Awesome Fic!)

So this one is kind of meant to work in tandem with the Variro fic. While the Variro fic explores Varian failing in his plan and getting catapulted into the future, this fic shows the results of what would happen if the time travel worked.  

It centers around Team Awesome! Varian travels back to the past, and tells Eugene that he dies if he hides in the tower. He convinces him that he’s his partner in his future, by knowing his name and stroking his ego a bit. But inform him that the crown will lead to nothing but trouble and his death (conveniently leaving out the part where he meets the love of his life and gets brought back from the dead because of a magical healing flower). 

The alteration to the timeline erases the former Varian’s existence and overwrites the Varian of the new timeline with his memories - giving him the memories of both the former and current timeline. He wakes up in bed at the palace, being woken up by his personal attendant Flynn (Eugene, who only allows Varian to call him by his proper name when they’re alone) and told to get ready for his coronation as crown prince. It turns out, in this timeline, because Eugene and Rapunzel weren’t there to stop him from his running water experiments, the devastation on Old Corona caused the death of his dad and several others. Since he was the son of an old friend, and they longed for their missing princess, Frederic and Arianna take him in as their son, and monitor his scientific hobby to prevent him from causing more trouble. 

Of course, this won’t do. He confides the truth to Eugene, that he was trying to save his dad by returning to the past (but again, keeping out key elements), and the two decide to work together to rebuild the time machine and alter the past without the catastrophic results. 

Won’t spoil too much, there are some wild twists and turns here. But it’s one I’m really looking forward to, again!

#6 - Maybe some Percy Jackson/Camp Half-Blood shenanigans

I’d just really like to make some Camp Half-Blood AU stuff. It’d be more a series of one-shots, or just a story that jumps around in time in the course of it. 

Crossover with Tangled, Big Hero 6, Tales of Arcadia, and How to Train Your Dragon with a focus on (as usual) Hiccup/Hiro/Varian. 

Not going to say too much about it though, because I want to do an AU Headcanons post with some details on this one! I have lots of ideas.Some you might expect, some you might not. 

#7 - Hercules Inspired Variro Fic (Title pending!)

So this one is wild. Basically, after the events of BH6 s1, Obake escapes. He stays on the run, escaping to Germany, and finds a young boy of genius on par with Hiro, but in the field of Chemistry, and takes him under his wing.

Varian is distraught after his father, who’d contracted an incurable disease, falls comatose. The government does nothing to help him, even though he has friends that hold political power, and Obake uses that to lure him into becoming his protege. 

The pair lie low for a while, wreaking a little havoc in Germany while Varian looks for a cure for his father. The boy dabbles in all manner of fields while trying to help his dad, and before long finds out that the last component he needs is in America, in San Fransokyo. 

Varian, now in his early 20s (which means Hiro is too!), Varian travels to America. He’s currently working as a villain under Obake while daylighting as the head of a German medical research company. 

He meets Hiro by chance. He flirts a little, but tries his best to keep his distance while trying to achieve his goals. Unfortunately, Obake notices how flustered Hiro gets around Varian, and has Varian continue flirting with and pursuing him as a form of distraction, and confides in him about Big Hero 6 and their identities. Varian is against it at first, but goes along with his mentor. 

Varian continues flirting with Hiro, gets in with the group as a friend, and begins distracting Hiro and sabotaging Big Hero 6 while working on a plan to steal the last component he needs for his cure - a solution being stored under high security at KreiTech - where Hiro works, partnered with Krei.

It’s Hercules inspired so there’s a bit more to it, but that’s all you need to know for now!

#8 - Phantom Thief Varian! (Title Pending)

Similar to the time travel one, this one KIND of links with the Hercules-inspired one. It’s not necessarily meant to link narratively or thematically, like the two time travel fics, but it has some similarities. 

Namely the fact that Varian came to America after forming a company to research a cure for his terminally ill father. Whether or not Quirin is comatose in this one, I don’t know. 

But it’s hard for a small company to get the influence or money Varian would need for his research. So, he steals valuables and rare compounds and materials to fund his research and keep him going, under the name “der Waschbär”, which Google Translate tells me means “the Raccoon” so I’m rolling with it.

He meets Varian in a business meeting with KreiTech, or one of those fancy business parties or something along those lines. They become infatuated with each other pretty quickly (as adults that are more sexually aware, I always picture these two precocious kids being pretty flirtatious when attracted to someone so they just kind of click pretty quickly). 

It’s basically the story of Varian, the charming phantom thief who worms his way into Hiro’s life, and Hiro, the superhero aiding the cops in his capture. All while being completely oblivious to each other’s identities and flirting/pursuing each other constantly on the side xD I just like phantom thief stories okay?

#9 - POKEMON!!!!!

Yeah, I still want to do something with these pokemon headcanons

I’m still not entirely sure what kind of pokemon thing I’d want to do. Similarly to the other ones centered around my headcanon posts, it would probably be something I write in short bursts or one-shots and such. 

I’m not sure if I want to do something focusing solely on Corona as a region and the Tangled Characters, or continuing the Hiccup/Hiro/Varian that the headcanons focus on. 

#10 - The VTuber AU

Yes, I’m doing this! I’ve fallen neck-deep into the VTuber pit, and I love the idea of a VTuber Varian. I feel like his avatar is probably a combined effort between him and Rapunzel, who would probably be the artist behind his character. He’s probably an independent VTuber, streaming on his own with his own model - either because he was genuinely curious about the boom and wanted to try it, or due to the influence of his friends (whether a bet or something along those lines).

As stated in a previous post, I feel like his vtuber character is super steampunk, and probably raccoon-temed. There are a lot of VTubers that use the animal-ear look after all. His VTubing character is super chaotic, and tends to fly solo when streaming. 

Hiro is a pretty big gamer himself, but never got big into VTubers. He felt it was just a fad attached to regular streamers, and never really got into watching other people play games, so vtubers make it even weirder really. 

He was looking for help getting past a certain point in a hard game, though, and in his search came across Varian(in the fic, his VTuber identity will have a separate name! I just haven’t htought of one yet) streaming the game, and stuck around to see what he did in that part, and wound up staying because he was chaotic and fun to watch. Before long, he realized he was watching clips from previous streams and catching his streams regularly. The others start teasing him about it. 

Meanwhile, Varian, who’s recently joined in with the group after having started SFIT the year or semester after Varian (maybe Year, since Hiro can be watching it while the others graduate and start looking for work, since he doesn’t really have any other friends in SFIT so he just kind of falls into it to pass time)

Still dunno how he figures out Varian is a VTuber, and whether it’s before or after they start planning though. I just rcreated this one it has work to do.

Anyway that’s about it. There’s probably a few smaller ones I put off to the side of my brain for the time being that didn’t get added here. I forget which ones I start planning a lot and I almost never write them down, I just plan them in my brain as I go and the ones that stick are just keepers. Hope you like these though! Curious to see what everyone things and which of the ideas the, like, 20 of you that follow me like.