Now I'll Post All My Resident Evil Stuff Brb

Maul is the embodiment of Gen Z

Okay but hear me out: What I mean in particular is that Maul in episodes 10 and 11 of S7 is the embodiment of gen z.

- has been telling people about the impending disaster that will tear apart the world and is trying to warn them

- trying to overthrow the government

- ready to throw hands at any given opportunity (or pick them up if we remember that one scene)

- sass

- clearly not straight

- this:

(Gifs belong to @mlmanakin I think, correct me if I’m wrong please)

And of course:

- dramatic as fuck

Feel free to add to this xD

An old forest

After defeating the big bad Villain the Hero and their Immortal lover settle down in a cottage away from civilization. There are vast fields as far as the eye can see and they enjoy their time together after many grueling battles and horrible betrayals. The Hero plants a tree from their home village to signify the memories that they will forever carry with them. Their lover just smiles.

When the Hero eventually dies after having lived a long and fulfilling life they ask the Immortal to take care of their shared home and to please live their life to the fullest. Wanting to honor their wish the Immortal lays them to rest beneath the now-fully-grown tree and retreats back into the home.

For a long time, they don't leave. Wrapped up in grief and busying themselves with menial tasks. However eventually, they meet new people. Travelers, Adventurers who seek their help, or maybe the barkeep from the nearest village.

Wishing to honor their lost partner's wish they allow themselves to fall in love again but plant a tree next to the old one for every new person they come to cherish. Whether it is familial, platonic, or romantic love, they get a little sapling that the Immortal cares for and cultivates to signify their memories. When this person eventually dies as well the Immortal carves their name into the tree and lays them to rest beneath it.

Thousands of years later, a small village has formed next to an ancient and dark forest. Children are not allowed to enter it and their parents tell horror stories about the monsters within.

A group of adventurous children however do not care to listen, and one afternoon they sneak away to explore.

What they find is not terrifying at all. Everything is lush and green, there is a little creek that leads into a pond they can go swimming in, and no monster is in sight. Only fish and a small rabbit that jumps away from them when they near.

They find flowers that one of them points out were thought extinct and see a being, not quite deer and not quite a rabbit but something in between. When one of them points out the beautiful wings of a butterfly another is quick to realize that that is no butterfly, but a fairy. The children get caught up in the magic and wonders of the forest but dare not go deeper to explore.

Eventually, the shadows stretch longer and the sun starts to vanish behind the trees. The Children find themselves unable to see the way back as if the path they made through the underbrush had been swallowed by the forest. It is when the bird stop chirping and the bushes start rustling for no apparent reason that they truly grow afraid.

Unable to keep going in fear of getting even more lost but unwilling to stay on the ground they decide to climb one of the old trees to try and settle on its sturdy branches. They succeed and with the unsettling sounds now deep below them some of the fear abides and after making a rotation of shifts they manage to sleep.

In the morning they are awoken by a scream.

One of their friends, the one who was on shift last because they wanted to watch the sunrise is pointing at the bark of their tree with an almost manic panic in their eyes. There, illuminated by the golden morning light is the name of one of their ancestors. A name they had seen on their family tree that their father likes to trace back proudly carved in so deeply that even over centuries it had stayed as a mark on the tree.

When they look around and across to other trees, they find more names, some family names familiar from the village, others completely unknown. Some are high above, difficult to reach even for their best climbers, others not exactly fresh but younger.

With the sunlight now shining through the branches and deep fear and confusion in their hearts the children quickly find their way back home to be greeted by their panicked parents. When they try and tell the adults about the names in the trees and the wonders of the day before they are admonished: "Don't go into the forest! That was the rule. Promise you will never go back."

Their pleas to investigate are ignored and the children learn not to share what they have seen.

And if one day, many years later the now adults return to the creek and follow it upstream they might find that the trees get older the deeper they go. And if they find a small cottage at the center of the forest, and a strange being living within they will never tell a soul.

Because as children they saw the wonders of this forest and learned not to speak of them, and the now adults learned of the memories the trees hold and saw in the eyes of the being that they are not something to be shared.

This. Is. Perfect.

Aaravos Headcanons

Because I couldn’t resist  :,)

Snarkiest bitch in the sky

Like you wouldn’t expect him to be cracking jokes at all right? But he does and they’re at everyone’s expense

needs to know everything. Doesn’t necessarily gossip but he just Needs To Know

Holds grudges

Keeps track of who owes him favors

Refuses to be indebted to anyone, will find a way to pay back immediately and extra so now you owe HIM

Writes poetry

Has a dramatic autobiography in progress, probably titled something pretentious

Witty, very dry humor

Not fucking around when I say he’s surprisingly funny

Journals

“Dear diary, today I walked into the library, looked at the books, and left”

Maladaptive daydreaming

Says cryptic nonsense

Loves fucking with people and is very good at it

Plays many instruments because he’s got a lot of time on his hands

Wears eyeliner when he’s feelin fancy(er)

Doesn’t sleep

Trusts no one

Would never ever ever ever ever admit it but he’s lonely

Touch starved

Likes hearing people speak because it’s been forever since he has

Smirky in all situations

Happy? soft smirk. Angry? scary smirk. Sad? rueful smirk

Chuckles more than he laughs

I could literally go on forever

Please tell me when you're done I want to read something like this so badly

A Nonbinary Protagonist

I’ve wanted to write a fantasy novel/series/trilogy for a while now where the protagonist is nonbinary. I’m nonbinary and am yet to find any fiction with nonbinary characters. So, hey, why not create my own story.

I’m still in that stage of working out the story. I think it will be a steampunk/fantasy. So basically magic vs technology. 

There are a few issues that are important to me that I will work into the story, gender being one of them, along with patriarchy, the environment, and a few others. It seems to be that many of these issues are intertwined.

I don’t have a name for my protagonist yet. I don’t have a title for the novel yet. But hopefully as I keep free writing those things will become known.

p.s. If you want to read a really good book on creativity, “Blessed are the Weird” by Jacob Nordby is excellent.

Obi Wan: I cannot let my feelings about Satine and her death cloud my judgement!

Anakin, absolutely not about to murder Jedi and younglings alike because of his feelings about Padme and her death: Uhhhhh... yeah!

ISB and Luthen playing 4D chess against each other:

Ferrix:

I have no idea what’s going on but sure

Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

If you get this answer with 3 random facts about yourself and tag the last 7 people in your notifications

Tagged by @draphrawrites

1. I fall out of my bed regularly, it is 1.60 m wide

2. that one kid who runs around 24/7 with headphones? That’s me.

3. My hands are twitchy as hell, so I make random lines all across drawings, notes and essays every time they get particularly bad. I have the habit of connecting them and doodling something out of them (though it usually looks very wierd because my hands are still twitching)

@xiheru @dabislesbiangf @splattered-crimson-ink @definitelynotsomeoneimportant @persimmon-child

And bill, who I will @ once they have a tumblr lol

Fox, no 👁👄👁

Shut it I am a comedic genius you just can't appreciate it. (Also I'm jus gonna mention the Strahlenbeauftragter incident here because HA)

As my friends and I always talk bullshit that is sometimes actually funny, I thought to myself ‘Lena, why not make a Blog, because people might actually enjoy and/or share your suffering from the stupidity of others’

So here we are, please enjoy our collectively shared one (1) brain cell and try not to suffer too much from the amount of bad wordplays