the gate: not the idea of the thing but the thing itself

lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.


Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Price

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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Ardor – four.

❝  After your art professor notices your ardor towards nudeness in arts, he sends you to apprentice under his old friend, the Korean painter Byun Baekhyun who’s infamous for his erotic pieces and cocky demeanor. Rumors surrounded Baekhyun at any second and women who had been with him described him as “an unforgiving lover of bodies”. What happens when you find him taking a liking to you–and your body? ❞

Reader x Painter!Baekhyun

!Small mentions of sensual themes.

one. two. three. five.


Your skin had been burning since that day; itching, haunting you with the remains of his touches, kisses, juices. You showered yourself with burning hot water every night, every morning, letting the tears of frustration out to join the water down the drain. You hadn’t been at his house for a week now and your body still felt hot from last night’s shower as you woke up this Friday morning. You debated showering again, but the heat emitting from your limbs, the tightness of your massively dried-out skin begged you not to.

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Don't sass the Angel of Death

The characters in this are Azrael the Angel of Death (played by Y) and Dareios who is possessed by a snake demon/deity that calls itself Leviathan (played by me). Dareios is immortal thanks to Leviathan, and Azrael doesn’t like immortal humans, so Y and I are trying to figure out how they would interact.

Y: Okay but Azrael’s blades usually conceal themselves as scissors imagine a typical teenager in a hoodie (Azrael’s human appearance) threathening Dareios with scissors. I wouldn’t be sure whether to laugh or call the cops.

Me: “Well as long as they don’t run with them” - Dareios

Y: I think that’s gonna be the least of your concerns somehow buddy

Y: Honestly tho I know for fact that the first thing Azrael says to Dareios is “the fuck are you”.

Y: (I have this idea that Azrael is the only angel who swears)

(here’s where we switched to actually being IC or OOC)

Dareios: “I could ask you the same question, but I already know the answer: rude.”

Y: OH SNAP

Me: I love it when Dareios goes all sassy.

Azrael: “Politeness gets you nowhere, certainly not when facing death.”

Y: But seriously Azrael looks like a moody teenager so I doubt that would be taken seriously

Dareios: “Assuming I will answer your question…”

Dareios/Leviathan (talking at the same time): “…Which of us did you ask?”

Azrael: “Cursed be the English language. The ‘you’ was plural.”

Y: ‘Cursed be the English language’? Who says that???

Me: Azrael, clearly

Dareios: “That is a very old-fashioned phrase for a kid like you”

Azrael: “Now who’s the rude one. Show your elders some respect.”

Leviathan: “Excuse you!?” (pretending to be insulted)

Azrael: (snickers) “You clearly haven’t seen me before. Understandable, since you’re immortal, you don’t know what Death looks like.”

Dareios: “I know what Death looks like, but it never holds me long enough for me to register its true appearance.”

Azrael: “Well now you do. And now I have to correct the natural order.” (takes out scissors)

Dareios: “Going to cut my thread of life, or whatever it’s called?”

Azrael: “Oh no. I take offense to immortal humans, I’m going to get up close and personal with this.” (separates the blades of the scissors and turns them into a dagger and a sword)

Dareios: “Well, you definitely shouldn’t run with those.” (makes magic sword appear out of thin air)

Azrael: “I’ve been doing this since the dawn of life. You should be worried about yourself.”

Y: Dawn of life, is that even a thing??

Me: I guess it is

Dareios: "I’d like to see you try. Maybe I will stay dead this time. I doubt it, though.“

Azrael: (suddenly holding the dagger to Dareios’ throat) “Don’t patronize me, WORM.”

Leviathan: “I take offense to that.”

Azrael: (steps back) “And I take offense to you. We’re even now, huh?”

Leviathan: “Guess so.”

Y: Okay but (her other two characters) standing on the sideline watching these two duke it out

Leviathan: “Question. Can an Angel of Death die?”

Azrael: “Are you an idiot? Of course I can’t. If I died, no one else would. The natural order would be a mess.”

Leviathan: “Another question. Do you think you’d be able to kill a god?”

Azrael: “I’ve done it before. The real question is; is it your time to go? I know the human passed his long ago. That must be corrected.”

Leviathan: “My dear host will not pass his time until I allow him to.”

Azrael: “Unfortunately for you, you’re not in charge of either fate or destiny. All I have to do is wrench control from you for just a second. Then he’s gone.”

Leviathan: “Gone for how long?”

Azrael: “Forever. He’ll be dead.”

Leviathan: “Will he? He has died thousands of times before, and I brought him back every time.”

Azrael: “This time is different. You haven’t dealt with me in person before. When I close the gates, they won’t open for anyone.”

Leviathan: “I’d like to see that happening.”

Azrael: “I told you, didn’t I? You’re not the one in charge. I am.” (reveals wings)

Leviathan: “Oh, really? Who is stronger, an Angel or a God? Time to find out~”

Azrael: “Such arrogance. I was here before you, and I will be here after you. Those words, I’ve heard them before. Yet I am here, and they are not.”

Leviathan: “Were you here before me? Well, I suppose you were in this exact location before I was, but that’s not the point.”

Me: Leviathan no. Stop sassing the angel of death.

Azrael: “The moment life was invented, I was there, ready to claim it. Such is the natural law of things.”

Leviathan: “Would that make you the first or the second creature alive?”

Azrael: “Second after God. I was a force of nature at first. Then I chose to serve Him.”

Leviathan: “That makes sense. Now, I guess we have talked enough…”

Azrael: “You are a fine conversation partner, I must say. Not many people ask me things other than 'why me?’.”

Leviathan: “I know the answer to that already, so I don’t need to ask. Now, are you going to kill me or not?”

Azrael: “Yes.” (runs him through with the sword)

Me: Well that escalated quickly.

anonymous asked:

It's kind of random but I was wondering, do you have any thoughts about an Avatar AU for Voltron?

I have so many thoughts?? Wow, okay. Sorry this took so long, but, well… Apparently I have a lot to say on this topic.

  • One Hundred Years Ago
  • Alfor was the Avatar
  • He and Zarkon grew up together a la Roku and Sozin–they were best friends and rivals, and Zarkon was lowkey jealous that Alfor was the Avatar, never mind he was in line to be Fire Lord and would’ve been pissed if he’d had to step down to travel the world and promote peace.
  • They grew up and grew apart, and they both got married–Zarkon to Honerva, a non-bender living in the Fire Nation, Alfor to an Air Nomad he met while learning airbending.
  • Alfor met Coran in the Earth Kingdom–Coran is a non-bender scholar exploring the world and spending more time picking fights with thieves and stumbling into booby-trapped ruins than engaging in actual scholarship.
  • Allura is born and lives with her mom at the Eastern Air Temple while Coran and Alfor continue exploring, eventually reconnecting with Zarkon. When Allura is a little bit older, she starts exploring with her dad and learning the foundations of bending–she’s an airbender, but she wants to be able to teach people from all nations.
  • Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked…
  • (sorry)
  • Alfor and Zarkon fought–no one knows what about except Allura and Coran, who were present at the start of the conflict but disappeared in its wake. Alfor’s last act was a feat of energybending (bending the spirit itself). Allura assumed he meant to strip Zarkon of his firebending, but instead he sealed Allura and Coran in a pocket off the spirit world, trapping them in a kind of stasis for a hundred years.
  • Zarkon, of course, was quick to brag about his victory–not only did he kill Avatar Alfor… he killed the Avatar while he was in the Avatar State, severing the Avatar Cycle.
  • (Zarkon was trying to steal the Avatar Spirit from Avatar in order to become the Avatar himself. Honerva’s experiments led to her venturing into the spirit world, where she came into contact with a spirit that gave her something very like energybending, and she thought she could snatch the dying Avatar Spirit and transplant it at the moment of Alfor’s death–but it failed.)
  • Zarkon ended up (forcibly) taking in a spirit of his own, much as Honerva did, so they both survived a hundred years, building up the Fire Nation to what it is today.
  • Present Day
  • Keith lives in a remote region of the Fire Nation. He’s a guard at a military prison, but he’s never actually seen combat, and he works with a group of Fire Nation rebels (led by Kolivan, a firebender.) Keith wants to play a more active role in the rebellion, but as a non-bender he’s not entrusted with difficult missions.
  • Lance’s family is part of the Northern Water Tribe, where his father and older brother are powerful waterbenders. Lance tries to live up to their reputation, but he has no bending and most people figure he’ll never amount to much.
  • Hunk works at a popular restaurant in the Earth Kingdom. He has a quiet life, and he tries not to stick his nose into war business–easy enough, since he has no bending or military training. The biggest problem in his life is the fact that his boss doesn’t seem to want to give him a chance to prove himself, even though he knows he could do so much more.
  • The Holts are part of a small band of Air Nomads–the last remnants of the culture Zarkon tried to stamp out. The airbenders were all killed in the years following Avatar Alfor’s death, but some civilians managed to escape. Most fled to the Earth Kingdom or found refuge with the Southern Water Tribe (leading to intense retaliation from the Fire Nation and the near total extermination of the Southern Water Tribe), but a small percentage stubbornly held onto their heritage, moving around the world and keeping their culture alive. Sam Holt is the leader of their band, and Matt is their historian–tasked with remembering the past and passing it on to the next generation. Pidge builds things–all kinds of things–in an attempt to revive the airbending her people have lost.
  • Shiro was born in the Fire Nation but when he came of age and received a summons from the army, he went on the run. He never agreed with Zarkon’s rule, and he learned from his parents what the other peoples of the world have to offer. So he runs, surviving however he can, until he stumbles across the Holts and their band of Air Nomads, who take him in and help him disappear.
  • Zarkon tracks Shiro down and takes not only him, but Sam Holt–as “justice” for “sheltering a war criminal.” Matt fights back, and Zarkon takes him, too, leaving the rest of the nomads to spread the story so others know not to defy him.
  • Pidge sneaks off after her family and Shiro, tracking them to the prison where Shiro is being kept–not realizing that Ulaz had discovered Shiro in one of Haggar’s experiments and arranged a transfer to the remote prison where Keith is a guard (the plan being to help him escape from there as soon as they can arrange it.) Pidge nearly takes Keith’s head off before he convinces her he’s not her enemy, and by that point the prison knows there’s an intruder and are mounting their defenses. Together Keith and Pidge break Shiro out and go on the run.
  • But Shiro’s been changed by his time in Haggar’s hands. He’s a bender now–and energybender. His memory is in shambles, so he doesn’t know what Haggar did to him to give him the most ancient form of bending, but it worries him.
  • Meanwhile, in the Northern Water Tribe…
  • Lance is a little shit who takes a lot of risks in an attempt to prove himself, one of which involves venturing into the forest at the North Pole where the Northern spirit portal is located. There, he accidentally opens the gate, releasing Allura and Coran.
  • Allura, scared and confused, demands an explanation, advancing on Lance when he doesn’t have answers for her. He panics, thinking she’s one of the dangerous wild spirits he heard stories about growing up, and–somehow–reflexively bends a barrier of ice around himself.
  • (At the same moment, elsewhere:
  • Hunk, biting into a rock hard cookie he was trying to bake, yelps in pain and bangs his fist on the wall to try to ride out the pain. A fist-sized chunk of rock tears up through the floorboards of his house and narrowly misses the back of his head. It punches a hole clean through his wall and embeds itself in the garden wall out back.
  • Keith, Pidge, and Shiro are fleeing a small force of Fire Nation soldiers. With Shiro in bad shape and Pidge not trained in combat, Keith is their primary line of defense. It’s not going well–his sword against half a dozen soldiers, one of whom is a firebender? Yeah. But he’s not giving up. Injured, exhausted, and beginning to despair, he forces himself to launch one final attack, screaming as he charges–and releasing a wave of fire with the next swing of his sword.
  • Keith’s sudden bending startles the enemy, but they still outnumber him, and he obviously doesn’t have any training–his bending is wild and unfocused, and the soldiers back the trio into a dead end surrounded by cliffs on all sides. At the last second, Pidge panics and bends a tremendous gust of wind that carries them all to the top of the cliff.)
  • Alfor fractured the Avatar Spirit
  • After sealing Allura and Coran in the spirit world, Alfor tried one last time to reason with Zarkon, but he knew it was useless. Zarkon wanted to be the Avatar and would not stop until Alfor was dead. Fearing for the fate of the world, Alfor entered the Avatar State, then turned his energybending on himself, excising the Avatar Spirit and splitting it into five pieces. The Avatar Cycle ended, but the strength of the Avatar lived on, free from Zarkon’s influence.
  • It takes Allura some time to realize what happened, but the fact that Lance wasn’t a bender before and now suddenly has the ability to waterbend–and far more strongly than any other bender at the North Pole–is a compelling argument. Allura can sense the other pieces of the Avatar out there, and though Lance is unsure about leaving his home, Allura and Coran convince him that he’s part of the team that could actually take down Zarkon once and for all.
  • They set out, Allura using what she learned from her father to train Lance in waterbending. They find Hunk and then the other three, who are still scouring the Fire Nation in search of Sam and Matt Holt.
  • It’s Allura who tells Shiro that his energybending comes from a fragment of the Avatar Spirit. Haggar didn’t give it to him, she just wanted to study it after she realized he possessed a power long lost to the world–one that she and Zarkon reclaimed for themselves, but that no one else should have access to. Shiro, as a point of fact, holds the core of the Avatar Spirit–though he cannot access any of the elements, he has the potential to remove or restore someone’s bending, to enter the spirit world through meditation, and (in theory) to connect with the spirits of the past Avatars.

From there, the team trains together under Allura–first learning how to bend, then learning how to work as a single unit. Together they are as effective as the Avatar. They are the Avatar. But if they can’t work together, then they’re just as likely to get in each other’s way. Things get better after Shiro learns to enter the Avatar State–he’s the only one who can do it spontaneously, though the others can use him as a sort of bridge to access that same power and knowledge (it doesn’t grant them elements other than their own, but it does unite them in mind and purpose with anyone else currently in the Avatar State, making them the perfect team.)

reunion

The sulphuric winds whip at the uncovered parts of his skin, but Alec pushes on, boots sinking into the dark sand with each step. Back in his realm, it’s the middle of the night and he can’t sleep, which is the new normal. It has been ever since Magnus has disappeared three months ago.

Abruptly, their entire lives were turned upside down, as they went from routine days of helping people and fighting all the things that go bump in the night to Alec coming back to an empty flat, half of his heart torn out of his chest. Since that one day, Alec’s life has been nothing else but search parties, nagging thoughts and this heavy emptiness slowly rotting him from the inside.

Alec grits his teeth, feeling the sand grains crunch between them even despite the black scarf wrapped around the lower part of his face. He shouldn’t be here - Izzy will tear his head off she finds out, but it’s fine, Cat’s keeping in touch over the radio, just as desperate to find her best friend and bring him back into the world of living. They’ve gone on a search today already, but Alec can’t help the nagging feeling in his gut, trusting it over the cries for reason of his brain.

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at last (i see the light)

Summary: Of a tower, a missing prince with the sun in his hair and the ability to heal with a touch, and a terrible-dangerous-very-bad bandit who’s never been altogether good at being very bad, dangerous, or terrible.

An AU based off of Disney’s Tangled.

Nico di Angelo grows up with stories of the prince lost to time.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry if that might come off wrong, how would one have a woman describe herself, without being sexist and being accurate, im asking you spefically because A.your a woman so you would know best and B. Your the best writer i know. ( i know this sounds like a guy question, uhm i know that also sounds sexist. But im a pre-everything trans woman, and just dont have a lot of experience in writing.) also sorry for any accidental sexism.

Thank you very much! And no worries, Anon, this is a perfectly understandable question and a good thing to ask, and I’m not the least bit offended. You’re all good.

The thing about writing is that we often learn how to do something from reading it, so, you don’t have to be malicious in order to pick up bad habits. Which you obviously know, and that’s - in my experience - the best place to start from. And self-descriptions are actually pretty hard. 

So, to the question. How to try and steer clear of sexism.

I don’t think there’s necessarily a surefire way to do it. But what I’ve found is that the first thing when describing any character, is to decide what’s actually important about them. And honestly that also goes for describing places and animals and objects, too. In a story, you are never going to describe everything. Details are going to be left up to the reader, and that’s not bad at all, so, step one isn’t deciding how things look, it’s deciding what aspects of that look matter.

For example, it might not matter what colour hair your female character has. You might not be even remotely bothered if some readers imagine a blonde or a brunette or a redhead, or what. Maybe it matters more that her hair is curly. Maybe her hair is utterly irrelevant. That’s all perfectly acceptable. Writing is often more about consistent feelings than consistent visuals. If you want consistent visuals, that’s what movies and comics and stuff like that are for. In writing, one reader can picture a character in a totally different way from another reader, and that can actually be a benefit.

And this is where sexism often gives itself away, because in the necessarily limited time which any writer has to describe a character, a lot of times, male characters are described in ways that reflect their character (he’s a fighter, so mention his scars, he’s on the road a lot, so mention his stubble, he’s been under a lot of stress, so mention the perpetual lines between his brows, etc), whereas female characters are described in ways that only reflect their attractiveness, regardless of its relevance to their character (she’s a scholar, so why are we mentioning her pouty lips, she spends a lot of time indoors, so why are we mentioning her cup size, she’s fond of animals, so why are we talking about her clear skin, etc). 

Don’t get me wrong, there are times to mention a character’s attractive features - usually when the POV character is feeling very attracted to them. But with characters describing themselves, especially, it becomes very glaring when the description adds no context to the character’s own personality or place in the story. 

And also, with self-description, there is bound to be even more stuff that your character simply won’t mention about herself because she’s not thinking about it. Especially with positive traits, like, unless I’m trying to amp myself up, I generally don’t go around thinking about how nice my ass looks. But that’s another point - if your character is describing herself, then her mood is going to have an impact on that description too. Is she having a good day? Is she cheering herself up? Did she stand in front of the mirror that morning, smack her own ass and say ‘you could bounce a quarter off of that, babe, you look good today’ to her reflection?

Because, that’s character work. That’s telling you as much about how she looks as it’s telling you important stuff about her personality. She likes to bolster her confidence. For other characters, the very idea of being that playful with themselves just wouldn’t fly.

There’s a lot of tropes you can try and avoid, the Not Like the Other Girls stuff, the Vain Woman thing that usually comes up whenever a lady in a story is in range of a mirror, and the Cool Girl who manages to look like she’s wearing make-up without wearing make-up, manages to eat ten tons of food but only ever gains weight in ‘all the right places’, never gets uptight, only ever takes ten minutes in the bathroom, and all that stuff, but. At the heart of it, accounting for all the kinds of women who actually live in the world, and all the kinds of stories that can be told, I think the most important thing is to just decide what actually matters to this woman about her own appearance. And then, she will describe herself in those terms, because that’s what she would think of if you asked her to describe herself.

A lot of authors (regardless of gender) think it’s of paramount importance that readers know a female character is attractive or unattractive. Right out of the gate, that’s usually the first thing put on the table, and it’s dumb, because even apart from the obvious sexism, your readers aren’t all going to find the same stuff attractive. Attractiveness is subjective. 

So like, instead of it being like:

Perhaps the time has come for me to describe myself. I’m on the tall side, slim in my upper body and wider lower down. I have black hair with flashes of auburn, cut into a curved fringe over my forehead, and drawn into a French pleat at the back. Green eyes. A pointy, slightly sharp face which was described as unattractive when I was a little girl. I remember crying for ages one day when a cousin referred to me as an abominable parrot. I was left with an acute awareness that some people might think I looked like a bird. Even if I do have a slightly hooked nose, I actually have very full, cushiony lips, and I think my complexion is more like peaches than feathers. (Actual published quote of a woman describing herself.)

It’s more like:

There are certain advantages to being tall, even if being skinny and hook-nosed when you are means that certain cousins of yours might tease you for looking like a bird. For one thing, when you’ve finished bawling your eyes out in your aunt’s bathroom, you can use your significant height advantage to hide said cousin’s favourite toys in the cabinet over his fridge. A spot where, theoretically, no one would think to look for months on end. 

And then when it’s relevant, you can mention that she has long dark hair in a braid, and if someone kisses her, perhaps they can think of how soft her lips are, or notice for the first time that her eyes are green.

Now obviously I have a different style from the infamously bad creator of the Abominable Parrot Woman, but the point is, don’t feel like you have to be 100% accurate to your own mental image of how something looks when you’re describing stuff. Looks aren’t always the most important thing, and a lot of times, sexism lurks in the presumption that, for women, they are.

Alec slows his pace, shortens his stride and tries to make the evening last just a little longer. On impulse he reaches for Magnus’ hand stalling them beside a bench.

“Can we just… sit for a while?” Alec hears himself ask. They’re only a few blocks from Magnus’ loft and Alec knows once they get there the date and this moment will be over.

Magnus tilts his head slightly, his free hand lifting to rest on Alec’s arm and a smile, just the playful side of smug, teases his lips. Alec has a moment to think about darting forward to taste those lips.

“Of course, Alexander.” Warmth spreads through Magnus’ chest at Alec’s request.

When Jace had interrupted their second date, Magnus had declared that he was taking Alec out before the clave had to come and arrest him for killing Alec’s brother and though the date had been borne of frustration, it had blossomed into something entirely unique and surprisingly splendid.

They’d eaten, drawing out their deserts and final drinks until the waiter had begun to hover, clearly ready to close up for the night. Alec had suggested it was a nice evening for a walk and Magnus had agreed, neither ready to say goodnight just yet.

The air is crisp as they sit, Magnus’ shoulder pressed up against Alec’s, the conversation somehow sliding into a lull. Dusk is beginning to settle in and the usual quiet that accompanies it is broken, filled with laughter as Alec notices a group of kids on the playground across the way. They seem to be challenging each other to swing higher and higher before daring each other to jump.

“That looks like fun.” Alec observes, partially to break the hush that has fallen between them, the rest in honest wonder.

“Ah, yes.” Magnus’ hand lies on Alec’s thigh, thumb stroking subconsciously against the fabric there and it sends little shocks of pleasure through Alec’s body. “Swings were my favourite as child. Though, mine was merely made of rope and wood. They’ve built them much sturdier in your day.”

Alec can’t help the frown that etches into his brow as Magnus talks, doesn’t even really notice it until Magnus continues to speak, body shifting subtly towards Alec.

“We discussed this.” Magnus starts, beginning to feel unsure of the way Alec is reacting to him talking about his past. Worried that it may remind Alec that not so long ago he thought that maybe they were too different. “That we both are who we are. That we were-”

“It’s not that.” Alec cuts in, remembering their disaster of a first date. He sighs before turning to face Magnus and admitting. “I’ve never been on the swings.”

Shock spreads across Magnus’ face, he opens his mouth to speak but Alec carries on before he can begin.

“Growing up as a shadowhunter is-” he pauses searching for the right word to explain this “-different.” That’s not it.

“But surely.” Magnus adds, genuine disbelief in his voice.

“I was never really one for breaking the rules, I was always doing what was needed, expected.” The nothing for myself hangs unspoken between them. “Until recently.” Until you Alec almost admits but it gets lodged somewhere in his throat. These feelings, this idea that he can have this is all too big and too new.

Then Magnus is shifting, standing, holding out a hand for Alec in a silent gesture and Alec takes it without hesitation.

Alec notices the kids have left, that the park is quiet and empty as they move through the gate. When they reach the swings, Magnus gestures for Alec to sit, before walking around him, their hands clasped together on the chains.

“Do you trust me, Alexander?” Magnus’ breath is a whisper at his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Yes.” It’s such a simple truth given so easily.

“Better hold on.” and then Magnus is pulling the swing slowly backwards, Alec’s feet lifting off the ground, his hands clenched around the chains.

Without warning Alec feels himself falling forward, remembers to lift his legs out in front of himself the way he saw the kids do earlier. As the forward momentum slows he curls his legs beneath him pushing himself just a little higher before the direction changes and he swings backwards. Magnus pushes him forward once more, then, satisfied Alec has grasped the idea, he takes his own swing.

Alec kicks his legs more forcefully as Magnus joins him, feels the air brushing past his face as he rushes forward, higher, higher, before hanging there just for a moment, time itself feeling like it’s halted and then his weight shifts and he’s falling. He feels a lightness building inside of him, a kind of giddy glee bubbling out in laughter as he turns his head to look at Magnus.

That sound. It’s so pure and innocent. Almost like a child’s and it lights something inside of Magnus. He’d called Alec that before, innocent, and he realises he wants all of this, wants to witness Alec see the world for the first time. Wants to show him all the simple wonders, like the freedom of swinging in a playground in the dark.

“Bet I can go higher.” Alec challenges.

“Okay?” Magnus raises an eyebrow, his own laughter ringing out. It’s years since he did this, possibly a decade or two.

“Okay.”

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Just Shy [Tim Drake x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do one with Tim where the reader is really shy and because of that people think she’s a snob but Tim and her get paired together on a project or something and they get to know each other and he finds out she’s not really a snob”

A/n: I hope you like this! I made it a bit fluffy lol. 

Warning: Mentions of bullying.

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You have never been a person who has wanted to be the center of attention. Being the center of attention makes you uncomfortable, often times you prefer to just keep to yourself in the back of the classroom. People may try to attempt conversation, but your shyness just makes you clam up even more.

Many of your classmates think you’re being a snob or feel as though you think you’re better than them. But they couldn’t be more wrong, if they attempted to get to know you and be patient with your shyness, they’d learn you’re just not good around new people, when you are more comfortable around people you can actually be rather outgoing. However, no one has made that attempt. Making school a living hell.

Group projects were your worst nightmare, meaning the words “You’ll be in groups for this assignment” made your blood run cold. Your Physics teacher just announced you’d be making rockets out of water bottles, the groups were groups of two. Dread grew in you as the teacher began to list the pairs.

“Finally the last group will be [F/n] and Tim” the teacher announced, glancing you saw Tim Drake looking back at you, a kind smile on his face. You didn’t mind him, he’s always been nice to you. He’s even stuck up for you before when some kids were talking shit about you. You didn’t witness it but heard it through the gossip of the high school.

As soon as the teacher finished the explanation of the project the bell rang. “Alright everyone, this is due by Monday. Have a great weekend and stay safe.” Your teacher yelled as students began to file out of the room. It being last period and everyone was eager to hang out with their friends.

Packing up your things, but noticing the figure come up in front of you. Peering up you saw Tim standing there. He smiled at you, “I guess we’re partners.” You simply nodded in response, your books hugged to your chest. “Um, if you’re not busy today we could start on the project tonight.” he offered, unsure of how you’d respond.

“I uh.” Your voice was barely audible. “I don’t have plans”

“Alright, will it be okay with your parents?” He asked, nodding in response he grinned wider. You could tell he was excited for this project, Tim was probably the smartest kid in the school. This was right up his alley. “Awesome, I can give you a ride if you like? My ride should be here.” Tim pointed out of the classroom door.

“S-sure” stuttering before he lead you out of the school. You followed him up to a black town car with a older looking man standing outside of it.

“Hey Alfred” Tim called as you lagged behind him. “Hello Master Timothy, are you prepared to return to the manor?”

“Sounds good, oh and Alfred this is [F/n] we’ve been paired up for a project. She’s coming over and we’re going to work on it.” Tim explained while gesturing to you. Alfred’s eyes fell on you, “Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss [F/n]” he nodded to you. Though your voice caught in your throat as you diverted your eyes. He seemed a bit shocked at your reaction, but Alfred must have known it was due to shyness. He smiled at you softly, “No need to be shy Miss [F/n], we don’t bite. As long as you steer clear of Master Damian.” Alfred said as Tim let out a laugh. Your eyes widened as you looked over at Tim worried. “Don’t worry he’s kidding” Tim assured before showing you into the car.

You watched out the window as the car drove out of the city. Blocking out the conversation Tim was having with Alfred. Nervously you fiddled with the hem of your skirt or the button of your uniform. You felt as if you should say something but just couldn’t, you were scared you would say the wrong thing. You’re currently in a town car with the handsome son of a billionaire. What were you going to say? You’re simply the the daughter of working class parents who is going to Gotham Academy on a academic scholarship. This isn’t really your normal.

Tim noticed your nervousness, he always heard from classmates that you’re a snob. Though you don’t seem that way. A snob wouldn’t have averted Alfred’s gaze the way you did. A snob would’ve rolled their eyes at his gesture, you just.. shrunk. Tim doesn’t know much about you, only that you’re smart. Second in your class, him being the first. He always had found you intriguing. You’re an unknown variable that he could never solve by just observing you. So, the minute you sat in the car he decided he would make it a mission to get to know you better.

When Alfred pulled through the gate of the manor he noticed you tense. The sheer size of the manor was enough to make you uneasy. What are you going to do about its occupants? Tim cut into your nervousness, “Don’t worry it’s not as intimidating as it looks.”

“Says the one who lives there” you whisper to yourself, catching Tim off guard. You didn’t mean for him to hear it, and he realized that you didn’t notice he had. Though he felt you must be getting a bit more comfortable for you to say something sassy. Hell, he’s barely heard you speak. After putting the car in park Alfred opened your door, you held onto your bag strap tight. Anxiety beginning to fill your body.

Hesitantly you followed Tim up to the door. Alfred left again in the town car, saying he had some errands to run. He pushed the door open only to hear the sound of arguing. Tim showed you in before looking in the living room to see Dick pestering Damian as Jason sat by laughing. “What are you guys doing?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Grayson will not stop his incessant singing!” Damian yelled glaring at his oldest brother. Dick only began to sing ‘Hakuna Matata’ even louder. He must’ve recently watched Lion King. Jason just laughed, enjoying the pain this was inflicting on Damian. Though they were both shocked when they heard Dick come to a stop, following his stare behind Tim.

“Oh my god! Tim brought home a girl!” Dick cheered, making you jump. “Wow Timmy Bird didn’t think you had it in ya” Jason teased.

Tim’s face caught fire at his brother’s comments. “It’s not like that!” he yelped, embarrassment flushing over him. Your state not much better. “Well you should make it like that, she’s cute!” Dick whispered with a wink. Tim only groaned before facing you, “Sorry about them, we can work in my room” apologizing before showing you up the stairs.

You were embarrassed yes, but for some reason you were beginning to feel more comfortable. Maybe it was because of the fact you weren’t the only embarrassed one. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess” Tim said before throwing some scattered papers on his desk. You took note of the amount of coffee cups he had scattered around. “I-it’s okay” you answered, only with a slight stutter. Hey! Progress!

You cleared your voice, deciding to face your shyness a bit. “S-so, you like coffee I see.” Tim was caught off guard, were you making conversation? He smiled before chuckling, “Yeah, my family thinks I have a problem. Do you?” Asking while placing his bag on his desk. You shrugged, “Sometimes.”

“So uh, let’s get started” he said while pulling out the assignment and his laptop. Hesitantly you sat next to him. He began to explain different designs and ways to make it go the farthest. You both fell into a rhythm. Beginning to become comfortable with him, your amount of talking increased by the minute. It didn’t take you both long to hash out an idea and begin to building process. You were done by the time Alfred was back from his errands.

Alfred came to the door at one point but heard you both talking. Deciding to leave you be he let you both continue. You and Tim had gotten to talking about things outside of school, learning a lot about each other, and that you have a lot in common. But he was waiting to touch on a certain subject.

“Hey, um, I mean you don’t have to answer this but [F/n] what makes you so shy?” Tim asked curious yet uncertain. You looked away, hiding your face from him. “I um. I was bullied in middle school, vowed when I got to high school I wouldn’t do anything to get myself picked on again. Gotham Academy didn’t have any of my old classmates so I just didn’t attempt to make friends. I was scared if I did history would repeat itself.”

Tim nodded in understanding. “I get it, but [F/n] you’re really amazing. You’re smart and talented, you shouldn’t be afraid to be who you are. I mean I’m smart to and people are usually kind.” He smiled, trying to reassure you.

“People are more comfortable around you! You’re smart, and funny, and cool, and good looking.” Blurting out without thinking. Immediately embarrassed you covered your mouth blushing. His face was just as crimson, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “You think I’m good looking?”

Blushing more you threw shyness to the wind and nodded. “I uh I do. Sorry that was weird for me to blurt out. I guess I’m just not used to talking.” laughing nervously. “Oh no no don’t apologize! I um, I actually feel that way about you.”

“You do?” asking him astonished. He chuckled at your shocked expression, “Yeah I do. What would you say to doing something this weekend? Since we already have the project finished.”

“I um” smiling sheepishly “I just.” You looked up at him, meeting a hopeful look in his eyes. Gulping down your nerves, answering “I would love to.” He allowed a wide grin onto his face, nervousness flushing out of his system.

You both were grinning at each other before a knock on the door interrupted you. “Master Timothy, dinner will be ready within the hour. Should we expect Miss [F/n] to be joining us?” You and Tim exchanged a look before you spoke, “I uh, I should actually be getting home soon. My parents will be expecting me for dinner.” Your more comfortable tone catching Alfred off guard.

“I will happily give you a ride to your home Miss [F/n].” Alfred smiled at you, happy to see you’ve come out of your shell. “Master Tim I suggest you prepare for dinner and for tonight” Alfred said before going to get the car.

You packed up your things before pulling your bag over your shoulder. “I guess I will text you” Tim questioned, walking you to the front door. “Yeah, I’d like that” smiling shyly at your feet before he opened the door for you and allowed you out.

He beamed when closing the door. Looking into the living room to see Dick and Jason smirking at him, “Timmy’s got a date” Jason teased as Dick laughed. “He took our advice for once, and now he’s got the girl. We should have an advice column”  Dick looked over to Jason who chuckled. Tim just shook his head and rolled his eyes, “I hate you both.”

lurkeymclurker  asked:

Can you tell us about the Empires propaganda machine?

Later, after, in all the holonews segments and all the long ‘net articles furnishing further analysis, they—and here ‘they’ is vaguely defined, reporting is is too scattershot in a galaxy marked by lightyears and hyperlanes—will not be able to pinpoint the place where they went wrong. Where it was all tipped from earnest republican v. separatist reporting to laying the groundwork for imperial v. everyone else. When they stopped, or when their blades met with armor they couldn’t pierce, or—

But by then it’s too late. It’s too late, the Empire is already wound itself through every word spoken and every reference made; it’s in everything, a dark undercurrent of emotion and justification—don’t you love the Republic? don’t you care about other galactic citizens? don’t you want to follow the laws and reward those who have justified their existence as you have justified yours? you have worked so hard, the day is long and the rewards few, why would you give those to others? why would you share?

(’Sharing’ is a dirty word, under the Empire. To each according to his strength, that is the Imperial motto. But ‘strength’ is a narrow gate, and it cuts many off at the knees, the ankles, those unguarded places—)

There is no question that human beings are afraid of difference they have been afraid of that since whatever primordial swamp they crawled out of but—they have always put it aside, they have always at least pretended to the idea of recognizing other species, the claim of xenos to homeworlds. the equal right of existence. Et cetera. Never mistake how hard human beings will try, when confronted with tentacles, if there is profit or benefit in ignoring any difference.

But humans also reproduce like orburs in spring, and they colonize, multiply out into the galaxy like a plague. Like a—spore. Like something biological and not, because nothing in nature moves without regard to the animus they generate. And they are a tetchy species, measuring everything in relative value. It doesn’t matter if—

Luke does not stop to question the holoradio adverts he hears, the faded propos papering the Toshe public hall, saying ‘JOIN THE EMPIRE TODAY! FLY FOR THE EMPIRE! BE BRAVE BE TRUE BE STALWART!’ Anywhere is better than here, right? Get closer to that bright center and anything is better—

(It is still hard to find that bright line between the Republic under the tyranny of the Clone Wars and the perpetual state the Empire embodies. That is just how these things go.)

Leia is on the first line of defense for the Rebellion, she watches propos and listens to senators argue, quoting lines from holodramas—ironically, but also as illustrations. (She learns very young that a well-told story, even fictional, has quicker legs than one badly told and true. She disapproves, but that is the way of things.) It is amazing how many late Republicans would have supported he Empire despite explicitly stating they did not support the Empire, its agents, or any move toward a less democratic structure of government. It is amazing how weak it makes them seem, given what she knows about the inner workings of the capitol. It is—

Han is good at finding cantinas where, if the Imperial propos cut into he grav-ball match, everyone groans aloud. He smiles a little against the curve of the mug as everyone curses out the poor bastard who has to—

(Han always feels a little bad for him. Her. Whoever—he knows what it’s like to have your neck under someone’s boot, to know you don’t really have choice in this. At least he’s busy smuggling, can’t be much a spokesperson that way.)

The Resistance does not have the access the Empire does, but the Rebellion has feed hackers, holonet ‘ware corrupters. The Alliance blasts every inbox with public reveals of complaints, salaries, donations. Saw Guerra’s people de-encrypt transmissions, and release them to the ‘net in vicious anarchic fashion. (Make of it what you will, that Tarkin sent a transmission to Krennic saying ‘stop being so gentle on your workforce,’ after Krennic’s 12-hour days resulted in its first overworked, dehydrated, malnourished death.)

Regional reporters dump their findings onto the holonet, saying, look at what the governor is doing, we buried the jedi but we found, we—

look, they say in unison. look at this. you are not alone. you are not crazy. something has shifted, something significant has changed and you are not alone in thinking this. We are here, together, and this is dangerous, this is—

you are not alone. you are right, your perception of the world is—there is an objective reality, and they depart from it. you are right. you are sane. it is the galaxy that has gone insane in the interim.

“Senator?” the holonet reporter asks, when Mon Mothma falls silent, and she is smiling down at the podium. “Senator, if you could—”

“According to the study conducted by the Galactic Agency for—” she begins, and the briefing room falls so quiet she is afraid she has lost them. But there is a holonet reporter in the first row who has pressed her hand to her mouth, even as her eyes are wide, fixed on Mon’s face; and out of the corner of her eye, Mon can see Leia Organa (so much Bail and Breha’s daughter, even now) pressing her lips together, her eyes shut. And this is good. They are good, they are better. Here is the study. Here is the definition. Here is the closest she knows how to get to objective reality.

She justifies. From the root word, meaning justice. Meaning to make right. Meaning, more than what is what is available on the surface, more than what is unquestioned. More. 

So much more.

sweaterblue  asked:

Danny Phantom please! Maybe Lancer reveal fic?

Prompt: Being Watched

So…. This ended up longer than intended, so most of it’s below the cut. Thanks for the request!


Lancer checked his watch and knocked on the door again. He was on time. In fact, he’d been here early, and now it was quarter past seven. Evidently, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton had forgotten all about the appointment he’d requested.

He didn’t make it a habit of going to people’s homes. He preferred to keep parent-teacher relationships in the professional environment of the school, but he’d wanted to include Danny in this meeting, and he thought young Mr. Fenton would be more comfortable in his own home. Jack and Maddie were aware of Danny’s absences, of course, and of his dismal homework attempts, sliding grades, and tendency to fall asleep in class. What Lancer did not know was how they were addressing the matter, as whatever they were doing clearly wasn’t working.

He wasn’t sure Danny would give him answers. He’d certainly given the boy plenty of opportunities to do so before, to no avail, and if his parents weren’t aware of the root of the problem, he wasn’t likely to reveal it to them while Lancer was there. But Lancer at least hoped to start that conversation so that Danny would know he could talk to any of them. That he should talk to any of them.

Lancer tried the doorbell—again, not for the first time—and listened as it rang through what must be an empty house. Even if Jack and Maddie were down in their lab, they would surely have heard the bell going at least once. He had listened to the radio on the drive over and heard of a ghost attack by the Nasty Burger. The Red Huntress had already been on the scene, indiscriminately shooting Phantom and Skulker, but perhaps the Fentons had heard the same report and gone to help.

Ghost fights didn’t usually last half an hour, but any number of things could have delayed them.

Lancer sat down on the stoop and rubbed his temples. Maybe it was best to reschedule after all. Danny and Jazz didn’t seem to be home, either, and Danny might have gone out with Sam and Tucker even if he had remembered Lancer’s requested meeting. But if he rescheduled—

There was a heavy thud from somewhere inside the house, accompanied by a shrill scream and a loud crack, quickly followed by a secondary crash—toppling furniture, maybe? Lancer jumped to his feet, wincing as the movement jarred his back, and tried the door.

Locked.

He knocked again and called, but whoever was inside didn’t hear him or couldn’t answer. He walked over to peer into the living room window but couldn’t see anything amiss. Something surely was, though, so he jogged around to try the back entrance. The back gate wasn’t locked, so he let himself in through the fence and walked up the steps to the screen door that led into the kitchen.

His hand froze on the door handle when he saw Danny Phantom inside, sitting between two snapped halves of what had been the kitchen table.

The young ghost was covered in green ectoplasm. A cut on his forehead had bled down the side of his face. His suit was torn in multiple places, but the worst was a gash that ran from his left shoulder, along his collarbone, and across his torso to end partway down his right side—just above his floating ribs, if Lancer had to guess, and he’d tended to enough flesh wounds since the ghost attacks in Amity Park had begun to have a fairly good idea.

It looked like Phantom had gotten on the wrong side of a machete—which, considering he had been fighting Skulker, the Ghost Zone’s Greatest Hunter, was a distinct possibility.

Phantom was vainly trying to hold his wound closed, no doubt hoping his body would repair itself more quickly that way, but all he seemed to get for his effort was a dark stain on his gloves.

Lancer was horrified, knowing how bad that wound would be if Phantom weren’t a ghost. But why would he have come here, of all places, even if he’d seen the Fenton RV out and about and known the famed ghost hunters weren’t home? He had no guarantee that they’d be gone for long and certainly no way of knowing they hadn’t set any defences before they’d left.

And that’s when Jazz walked into the kitchen, sporting a fair bit of ectoplasm on her clothes herself and a scratch along one cheek that still leaked red even though the smearing suggested she had attempted to wipe off the worst of it. “I cleaned out our first aid supplies,” she said, kneeling in front of Phantom and dropping everything on the floor between them, “but I think you need stitches.”

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Dark Souls 1: Out of Bounds (Part 2)

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5) The Unused Entrance to the Firelink Altar

There is concept art from the Dark Souls: Design Works book which shows Andre pushing a statue aside to reveal a hidden path:

There is also an unused cutscene in the game data which shows this statue sliding over:

https://youtu.be/MtJYtHGx2_c?t=56s (starts at 56 seconds end)

While the final game doesn’t actually have a path back there, bear in mind that there is that weird cylindrical structure behind it, which could have been intended to house a staircase.

There’s nothing to see if you clip inside, and I can’t recall if this statue has been 100% confirmed by the devs to be the originally-intended entrance to the Firelink Altar, but given its proximity to Frampt, it would make sense.

But since this is a post about out of bounds content, what do we have that relates to this? 

Down in the Firelink Altar, there is a broken staircase that leads over to whatever this stuff is:

As it is currently in-game, there’s no collision out there, and even if there was, the area is surrounded by an invisible wall so that you couldn’t possibly make the jump.

But there is something to indicate that this area would have been the original entrance. Up and off to the side is a weird cave-like entrance hidden behind the wall:

Stepping out from it would put us over here:

This indicates an unused physical entrance to this area, as opposed to the serpentine transit system, which fits in quite nicely with the idea of the statue sliding open to reveal a path that would lead down here. Furthermore, the map data is laid out so that the Firelink Altar is physically near the statue area of the Firelink Shrine.

Larger images here: http://imgur.com/a/4jGhS

I learned about this from CrestfallenWarrior, he has a video demonstrating it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmtFKlLe1jI

6) Miscellaneous Junk in the Catacombs

Underneath the room before the first bonfire, you can find a couple things beneath the floor. Here I am looking back towards that room from the hallway, with part of the map disabled so you can see it:

Those blobs on the right are candles, the same kind you see nestled in those various nooks in the walls:

You can find a spot by the last door-opening-lever where you can see the VFX for a flame, but it’s not attached to any candle. It seems like one of these should have been moved there:

The other thing seen down there is a set of of these corpse-carrying nooks (do they have a proper name? They’re called “Loculi”, thanks algi!):

There’s also another spot in the Catacombs with an out of bounds object. Far beneath the entrance to Pinwheel’s lair, is a duplicate of the table found in Pinwheel’s room:

Why is this down there? I have no idea.

It’s not uncommon for videogames to hide assets used in cutscenes in out of bounds areas, to avoid having to spend time loading content. One of the first games I can recall finding a bunch of hidden cutscene assets in was Return to Castle Wolfenstein.

For example, there’s one level where after you beat the boss, it transitions to a cutscene in a “completely different” area, where you see your character on a plane. But the cutscene loaded quickly without a loading screen, due to this area simply being underneath the floor of the map. I looked up the cinematic on youtube, and in it you can even see debris floating in the sky above the plane, since the fight with the boss must have left some broken objects behind that the game failed to toggle visually:

https://youtu.be/UcuULvGGoD8?t=11m28s (11 minutes and 28 seconds in)

Dark Souls does this in a couple places as well. In the opening cutscene to the Undead Asylum, you can see a rat scurry by:

That rat turns out to be an object file that is stored beneath the floor of the opening cell (that small black thing in the center):

Also, when you place all of the Lord Souls in the Lord Vessel, the game shows all of the yellow fog gates dissipating. Instead of loading each area with a yellow fog gate, those segments of map are copy/pasted into the area of the Firelink Altar, floating somewhere out of bounds. 

But I’m still confused by Pinwheel’s table, because Pinwheel’s room already has that table in it. So it seems like it could be cutscene content, but it really shouldn’t need to be used for the cutscene in any way. 

MFW (insert witty meme about being confused here):

Larger screenshots here: http://imgur.com/a/uPAxq

7) Nito’s Third Coffin

So this last item is simply well hidden, and not technically out of bounds since you can see it in-game. But I don’t think most people will notice. I certainly didn’t, not without looking out of bounds in the first place.

Nito has those two coffins in his room. His personal coffin, plus that one smaller one to his side:

But wait, can you spot the third? It’s on the far right of the image, hidden in an inaccessible nook. It’s probably even harder to spot in this next image, but it’s dead center in this one:

Clipping through the map, we’re able to get a better look at it:

At first I thought this might have been storage for the coffin that’s used by Gravelord Servants to travel here. But it’s not the same coffin. It looks different, and this hidden coffin is part of the map data while the Gravelords’ coffin is a proper object file:

Plus bearing in mind that the third coffin is visible in-game and not hidden like 50 feet beneath the room, that suggests that it might be an intentional part of the design.

There isn’t a lot of Nito lore out there, but my interpretation is that this hints at Pinwheel’s obsession with Nito, and ties things together with the whole family theme of the Catacombs (the family masks, the statues showing the father and mother/child, and Pinwheel itself being comprised of three bodies inside that garb, each corresponding to a family mask).

If you take a closer look at the skeleton on the table in Pinwheel’s room, you can see that they’re giving the skeleton a Gravelord-sword kind-of-thing for an arm. Like a recreation of Nito:

Since Nito has two coffins nearby and not just the one, it’s evocative of this same kind of family theme. Additionally, pinwheel has three people crammed into it, and while Nito’s family is nowhere to be seen, they could just be piled into a much larger family that Nito built- all combined into his body:

Nito. Not just a bunch of random skeletons, but one big family?

This would also be very cohesive with Pinwheel’s design, where Pinwheel is trying to copy/ steal everything that Nito has done, including becoming a creature out of a family bound together. The black garb itself could even be a cheap way to imitate Nito’s black aura.

I’m sure I’m not the first person to draw these parallels between Pinwheel and Nito, but I’m not sure if the extra coffin in Nito’s lair has been offered up as additional evidence to that hypothesis yet. 

Larger screenshots here: http://imgur.com/a/QDzhJ


This pretty much covers all the strange out of bounds content that I could think of (not counting skybox stuff like the “other burg”, etc). Thanks for reading! If I missed anything, please let me know and I can make an addendum. 

Long time no see

Word count: 2600-ish

Pairing: Sam X reader

Warning: None, angst if you squint.

A/N: This is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trope Challenge. Mimi you’ve been more patient with than most. You’re too frigging awesome. Thank you so much for giving all those extensions. 

I tried to make this into a one shot, really did, but the prompt stretched across weeks, so mini-series of 3 parts, here we come.

My Trope was: “We’re forced to work together and pretend we’re a married couple for a job even though we’re not actually dating. Oh look, a few weeks later and the job is ending and we realize we love each other and the last few weeks have been bliss.”

I didn’t really twist the prompt, but this is different than anything I’ve ever written before. Feedback is really appreciated :)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You turned away from the burning pyre with a somewhat satisfied expression. This had to be it. For crying out loud, there was no other dead person left in the family now. The town was so boring, even installing a new candy dispenser made it to the headlines here. You sighed, and called the sheriff to let him know you were soon going to be out of his hair.

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Fairy Tail Chapter 530 Review

It’s a chapter all about Anna… joy let’s dive into, Neo Eclipse

Okay I have an issue with this cover and mainly it’s lucy. Why is she in a sexualized pose? The Phantom Lord arc was actually an arc where she was beaten and tormented and it wasn’t BDSM fanservice. It was actual torture. Easy way to fix this would be to have Natsu and Gajeel in the foreground staring down, then have the robotic castle in the mid ground, and then Makarov and Jose Staring Down in the Background. But on to the Chapter.

We open on Crocus years ago during an eclipse. That was when the eclipse gate opened and Anna appeared in this time line. But she seems to missing some kids.

Okay that’s pretty funny.

Actually here’s a question Toma sees all this but in the GMG arc he never noticed that Lucy looked like Laya and Anna. You think he’s remember seeing as they did something unbelievable and crossed over time. Oh wait, I’m trying to use logic but this poorly timed retcon doesn’t allow for that.

So Anna and Layla catch up and explain the situation. Layla explains how she didn’t want Lucy to bare this burden. Y’know hearing this talk about Lucy and it coming from 2 characters that look like her, makes really angry at the fact Lucy has gotten almost NOTHING to do this arc. I mean christ, it’s not like Lucy’s a main character and these 2 have been flash back only characters who served their purpose in the narrative.

This is weird… Like time travel itself is already tricky and now your trying to see to make a contradiction as if all this is pointless but not pointless. Or is this following the multiverse theory that altering tie makes another universe- And I’m going to stop asking questions.

Oh now you go searching for the flying children, great care taker.

Also again with the king, why did you include this, seriously retcon you’re a pain in the ass already, just please stop making more holes.

So cutting back to the present, Anna explains how in this era there is an anomaly that she discovered…

That was caused by her travel? I guess it makes sense as the plan was to use the dragon slayers to beat Acnologia and this rift in time was a product of crossing time.

Okay Jellal is right how did anyone not notice. Oh wait Anna hid it.

So this rift in time is apparently so strong nothing can exist near in it and in this era of stronger magic nothing can compare to this abnormal magic. Hey Anna, here’s an idea, why didn’t you ask the king for help? Yeah they fear Acnologia too and they know that you’d be on the up and up. Why didn’t you ask for their help with this, it’s essentially a hole in time I don’t know how bright you are Anna but with a whole kingdom working together could probably figure out what this thing is faster and kill Acnologia faster.

The Hole is also apparently very small so you can’t find it easy.

So that’s the plan. Totally not the ending goal of Rave Master.

Or the other option is the dragon slayers, the ones were brought here to beat Acnologia in the first place.

Okay this is where I make a few people scratch their heads on what I say next, this makes sense but I don’t like it. You’re probably curious why I’m so down on a flash back chapter even though having flashbacks are a great way to develop characters. Hell, if you all remember my big break out in the reviewing world was the Irene flashback chapter which I praised the fuck out of. Well, lets compare Irene and Anna. Anna is a character that had no build up that it was possible to be here, only appeared in flash back, and we knew nothing of her character. Irene was a spriggan who were the big villains of the arc, had a presence, and build up before her flash back. Irene’s flash back added to the world and made her as a main villain have more depth to her, Anna being retconned into the present was something that was so easy to explain that the text explanation she gave of how she got here was honestly enough, we didn’t need to see more of it because essentially it would be padding. Another thing that bothers me is with this time spent on something so simple we didn’t need to see it, we’re taking away time that could be spent on characters that do need it, like Lucy. I mean Anna and Lalya are characters who’s stories have been put to rest, we don’t need to know more about them when all it’s doing is reiterating what we already know and won’t impact us anymore in this point in the narrative, whereas characters like Lucy who have gotten almost nothing this arc are still left with nothing. So this whole sequence and back story make sense, but it still is pointless.

Speaking of Lucy, we cut to Magnolia

Oh look Gray is coming to terms to not wanting to endanger Natsu’s life. I’m gonna silently cry for this scene and all the greatness it could’ve had if the whole END and Gray relationship wasn’t botched.

WHAT THE HELL! YOU CAN JUST OPEN IT?! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF TARTAROS?! I mean the whole point of END not being revived sooner is because the magic in the world is so great that END can’t exist but apparently you can open it. I wouldn’t be as mad if not this chapter actually unintentionally made a reason why this is stupid and that’s how we spent so much time talking about this Era having a lot of more magic than in the past. We know in the past END was around, he knew Igneel, meaning he can live in a world with magic just not in an abundance like now.

Okay I complain about Lucy doing nothing, but Gray’s sin this arc is he’s an idiot. He’s not telling his friends about something potentially dangerous. Look Gray has kept to himself before he’s left some characters out of the loop like with Ultear but this isn’t something personal he doesn’t want to drag his friends into but this is the fate of the world he’s not telling them.

We return to the only good thing in this climax, Natsu vs Zeref

The fight continues but Zeref has come to realize that, hey he can’t die.

Yep you heard right people due to all the shit that’s happen to him he’s going to use the power of time to re make the world where he was never turned immortal. Y’know I sound like a broken record but RAVE MASTER! Seriously this is just Lucia’s goals and motivation from Rave, getting screwed over in this world so he considers it a wrong one and wants to go to a world where none of this happened and will use the power of time to make it happen. You can’t get anymore like Lucia at this point Zeref.

Oh god just dye your hair blond and call yourself Lucia at this point.

Again Natsu is sounding like the smart one here, good on ya! Also he seems to be turning into END, well I guess that choice was really pointless as the ones who decide who natsu is are his friends. Also Mavis was a key to neo eclipse. SO Mavis was a way of accessing a power that’ll open the way to using a magic that manipulates time? Well guess we should call her SInclaire now (take a shot if your playing the Rave Master Drinking game). Now Zeref’s master Plan actually does make sense. Unlike Anna’s flashback this actually makes sense of another way to get rid of his curse, as we know, Zeref only hedged his bets on END killing him, still doesn’t mean he can. SO having this back up plan is rather interesting.

As for the next chapter being called “Pegasus vs Black Dragon”, I had a rant for that but I think it best be saved for next time.

Post Chapter follow up: This chapter was weird for me. I can’t really put the Anna stuff as good or bad. It’s doing development but it only treading over already know ground. While it makes sense, we really didn’t need this and just kinda wastes time. Another thing I can’t judge is Zeref’s master plan. It makes sense for his character but it also seems so hollow. Like this is the weakness of having a villain group that’s under developed, we don’t know if he’s been lying to everyone, saying that he needed Fairy Heart to destroy Acnologia or he told them all and they were on board with this. Actually that would be interesting like maybe Irene wanted this new world so she could never become a dragonor maybe August wanted a world where he could be raised by Zeref and Mavis or Brandish who might want in this new world her mother alive.

On the negative side Anna is still negative. I went on a long rant about how she shouldn’t be this teacher because it is ruining the bond of Slayer and dragon, which is sill true but I was still open that from chapters on I wouldn’t be as down on her as I was then. But now, her problem seems to be how her existence is literally causing more holes.

Another thing on the negative is the main characters. Gray you’ve become a fucking idiot. I mean wow. Some people say this is to make Natsu look better but it really doesn’t. While Natsu is still the best thing just for verbally slapping around zeref, my attention is more drawn that Gray is acting very dumb. Lucy as well with this is still doing nothing. This is the final arc, have her do something, now some say Lucy is doing something, she’s the emotional support for the team. I hate that excuse. While Lucy has been the emotional support at times she wasn’t soley just that, she was the heart of Fairy tail. While, she cared for everyone she was still active in fights, coming up with plans, discovering things on her own etc. But now all she’s doing is sitting on her ass either crying or waxing friendship which isn’t Lucy. Lucy doesn’t have to just fight someone to be considered, “something” she could be the one who figures out how to save natsu when he was dying or she could make a way to use the book of END, that would be doing something. But all she’s doing is “emotional support” which is something all characters in this team should have but nope lets just diminish Lucy to just that.

Final negative point is that opening of the book. It doesn’t make sense and what hurts it even more is it makes a way that explains why END can’t be summoned. If he is, you are again lessening Tartaros’s story and it’s END plot.

Good points, Natsu is again the best things this chapter for pointing out this bullshit and trust me that’s a breath of fresh air. Also Yes I’m glad END is still around as a lot of people speculated END was no more thanks to the seed crap.

Another good thing is what Fairy Heart is. Most expected it to be some world ending nuke but actually it’s a way to access time. That is really interesting.

Final Verdict: 4/10

  • There are some things that aren’t bad but just padding
  • More misuse of characters
  • A legit interesting turn
  • Not bad but not good
GMing 101

So I get a lot of questions from people who want to start their own gaming groups but feel like they don’t have the experience or are too anxious to DM. DMing is a lot more rewarding than just being a player character, imho. You get to be the spinner of an entire cosmos! It’s heartbreaking and hilarious and unexpected. It is also a lot easier than it seems. It basically just boils down to “make shit up”.

Anyway, I thought I’d write a “cheat sheet” of sorts that tells you my GMing mindset, what I find that works, and what I suggest avoiding. Now obviously DMing isn’t an exact science and everyone plays differently and finds different things fun, so if you’re an experienced player and you read something on this list that you disagree with, cool! That’s fine! I’m just saying how I roll, yo, it’s not an attack on anyone else’s playstyle.

This doesn’t really go into any technical stuff, it’s just an overview. At some point I might run a q&a/troubleshooting session over on Twitch for new GMs that’s a little more in depth but only if that’s something people show interest in. Until then though, plz enjoy this ridiculously long post!

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Todomomo Fairy AU Part 3 ~

READ PART 1 HERE

READ PART 2 HERE

just to clarify, in this AU, people know that fairies exist and so do witches, warlocks and what have you. It’s just extremely rare to meet a fairy and their realms don’t intertwine in any way (or more like the fairies and the humans don’t want trouble so they try to stay away from each other as much as possible; however, there are curious ones who want to know more about each other’s lives). I also mentioned fuyumi and tensei which is from blamedorange, and thanks to gingersducksandbubbles for the horse names HAHA

warning: its another longgggg one! Again, this is somewhat between a fanfic and a hc. This one is more lighthearted…..I think? 

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Saga on Ice - Yuri on Ice Karatsu Tourism Collaboration

Saga on Ice is a special tourism collaboration held by the city of Karatsu in Saga Prefecture, as Karatsu was used as the model for Hasetsu, Yuri’s home town in Yuri on Ice. Saga prefecture is right next to me(I live in northern Fukuoka), and although I’ve been to Saga city I’ve never been to Karatsu. I’ve always been meaning to explore Kyushu some more given how much time I’ve spent living here, and given that this event was going on over Golden Week and @hideoutfromreality​ was visiting I figured it was a good chance. 

What I knew: The Karatsu tourism organization are really excited about Karatsu being featured in an anime and want to take advantage of it with some limited merch.
What I didn’t know: The Karatsu tourism organisation are really, really excited about this and kinda went all out lmao. I was surprised at how much they did to attract YOI fans to the place.

Anyway, I bought a little Viktor with me, so here’s my photo report of the things we saw.

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The Secret (1)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven;part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

5 Years Later…

Parking up your little car outside your tall apartment building, you turned the engine off and reached around to shake the little sleeping child sprawled out on your backseat. “Zo-zo, we’re here!” you said in a hushed voice, jostling your daughter until she started to stretch out and open her big brown eyes.

Your beautiful little five-year old Zoe pushed her chocolatey curls off her face and looked out of the window, a big smile widening. “Is this where we’re going to live?” she asked so innocently, turning to look at you.

“That’s right little one,” you exclaimed brightly, jingling the keys to your new apartment in Seoul in front of her face.

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theartofdreaming1  asked:

Hey, I had a random idea that could work as a prompt: AU meet-cute (because I'm a sucker for these) - Jake and Amy are seated next to each other on a flight and Amy is super uncomfortable/ close to freaking out (maybe because of her claustrophobia?) and Jake helps her calm down and they spend the rest of the flight talking? I dunno; random idea is random ^^;

I’M HYPERVENTILATIGN This prompt didn’t just… kill me it leapt off my screen and punched me in the face!! In the best way possible ofc

also I’m lowkey in the mood for this bc I’m travelling so much over the next couple weeks!! I loooovvvveeeee it ok I won’t waste time let’s just jump into it:

It’s at around 7:18pm, sat in the airport lounge waiting for her flight, that Amy Santiago figures out that she is most likely receiving a death glare from the woman sat opposite because she hasn’t stopped tapping her fingernails against her passport for the last ten minutes.

As soon as this realisation hits her she snaps out of it, immediately feeling the odd hollowness created by the absence of her nervous tick.

It’s not her fault. Flying is and always has been one of her worst fears- though nowadays, she’s mostly been able to subdue the anxiety for the sake of adult life, childhood nightmares of falling from the sky long behind her, sometimes it simply gets the better of her.

This, by all accounts, would be one of those times.

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