#and obviously devastating considering the subject matter

[irregularbillcipher]

saw the nickel boys the other night and i thought the directing style was so visually cool and i understood why it was used, but it was something that worked better for me in theory than in practice, which was disappointing

[animasola86]

🚩 FORCED: 01

Accidents happen. Mistakes were made, and while you hoped the handsome stranger would help you through your dilemma, you ended up in his service, paying off a debt that would have changed your life for the worse if you wouldn't have "accepted" his "offer". Unfortunately, your life is still about to change, if you want to or not, and it's not getting any better...

a morally gray man!your new master ✖️ female!reader

WARNING: This is a DARK FANTASY EROTICA! Beware of the following tags: NSFW! Dead dove: do not eat! Explicit sexual content! Noncon! Master/servant dynamic! Bad BDSM etiquette! Manipulation! Free use! Hurt/No comfort! (🚩Please do not read/engage if any of these tags are triggering to you!)

WORDS: 3.1k 🚩 READ ON AO3! 🚩 SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: Before I further warn you about the following depravities, let me address the elephant in the room: Yes, this is tagged with various fandom tags, no, this is not about your favorite blorbo, BUT I wrote a very ambiguous male character here, no descriptions, no name, so I invite you to fill in the blanks and MAKE him your favorite blorbo, call him Joel, call him Tony, call him Dean, whatever you want, imagine him as your favorite character, he can be ANYONE who's tall, (subjectively) handsome, rich, slightly intimidating, morally gray, and who would consider himself a Master.

Our Reader character is very ambiguous too, all I "blessed" her with, is hair long enough to braid and female genitalia. As I usually do, I tend to give my vague female characters pet names, and hers is Doll.

Now back to the warnings. I hope you considered the warnings I already gave above, so just know that this story is very dark, there's no comfort, it's rough, it's depraved, it's a collection of the darkest kinks I could think of (even those I told myself to never explore). Sometimes you just need to write (and read?) something that makes you highly uncomfortable, and maybe, through that discomfort you'll discover something about yourself. There is pleasure through pain after all, right?

So if you want to follow me on this wild, wild ride and are not afraid to face some dark themes, I welcome you and I thank you for reading these long notes before you dove into the thick of it. Please enjoy my darkest story yet!

And remember: This is fiction!!!

🔻 Chapter 1 🔺 Chapter 2+3

Not that it mattered in the moment, but if you could have formed a coherent thought, you'd wonder how you'd ended up like this: strapped to something one can only call a medieval torture device, wearing a blindfold and a ring gag, completely helpless, while getting a very unrelenting ass pounding.

It certainly wasn't something you'd planned.

The memory was hazy, but it had something to do with driving your rusty old hunk of metal of a car into the rear end of a shiny new, very expensive looking sports car. You'd been quite tipsy and shouldn't have gotten behind the wheel in the first place, but it happened, and while nobody got hurt (yet), you had been devastated.

Your options were slim. You knew your insurance couldn't do jack, you'd have to pay for the repairs yourself (because it was so obviously your fault), and on top of that you'd been (very) drunk, and if the police got involved, you'd lose your driver's license, which would ruin you further. No means to get to your job, you'd lose that too. And where were you supposed to get the money from then? Definitely not out of your starving bank account.

It was a spiral of doom, and it all led you to fall onto your knees, overdramatic as you were in your headless, drunken state, and you were begging. The man who had exited the sports car watched you curiously. He wasn't even angry, maybe mildly inconvenienced, but when you started pleading, his demeanor changed. There was a dark smirk on his handsome face.

Because, of course, you had to rear-end the car of the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen. On top of the dizzying sensation of numerous cocktails (and countless shots and in-between beers) swimming through your system and the overwhelming guilt of causing an accident, you felt a strange and very inopportune warmth between your thighs.

He was hot, and you were hot for him, and it only made it worse to be on your knees in front of him, telling him I'll do anything, please, no police, it'll be my ruin, I can't afford the repairs but I wanna do something to help, make this better, please...

He'd taken a step closer, his hand moving towards your tear soaked face. You must have looked terrible, blotchy reddened skin, make-up smeared, mascara running down your cheeks in ugly rivulets, but he still cupped your burning face, thumb tracing the shape of your trembling bottom lip.

“You'd do anything, doll?” he asked, and you didn't even mind the pet name you would normally cringe about (or the inappropriate touch or the strange undertone), his voice was just so low, soft and deep, a gentle rumble in the air, very distracting.

You nodded into his hand, whimpering a breathless “Yes, sir”.

A smile made his lips twitch. “You know,” he said, caressing your face, fingertips brushing your unruly hair behind your ear. “It so happens that I need a new servant,” he continued, and you stared at him, mesmerized and confused. “You could pay off your debt while working for me.”

His suggestion made you blink, your mind too clouded to fully comprehend it, but you nodded again, a shaky smile playing around your lips. “Yes. Yes, I could. I would, I mean, I will! I'll do anything,” you repeated, leaning your head into his palm.

“Get up,” he ordered, and you stood immediately, albeit on trembling legs, having to look up at the tall man who still held your face. His other hand slipped into the inner pocket of his suit jacket to retrieve his phone.

You were staring at him, dumbstruck, desperate, drunk, watching him dial some number, then giving a bunch of orders. You barely registered any of it, too intoxicated (infatuated?) and shocked, too busy thinking about your spiraling life, you just heard something about a tow truck and some garage, and when he was finished, he winked at you, slowly guiding you to the passenger side of his car, his hand warm on your lower back.

While your car seemed damaged beyond repair with how the hood had been crushed into an accordion shape, there was a deep scratch in the probably very expensive matte black paint of his bumper, a few dents, a broken tail light, but nothing that kept his car from driving.

Not that you noticed too much of it as he ushered you onto the soft leather seat. He even leaned over you and buckled you in, and you were mind-blown, mind basically shattered at this point, too enamored to think any further than the tip of your nose, too distracted to realize you'd left your purse in the glove compartment of your car.

Not that it would matter.

The man slipped behind the wheel, his eyes holding you hostage while you both waited for the tow truck. There might have been small talk, but you couldn't remember, the world was muffled at that point, your head spinning, your tongue too heavy to move. Once those flashing lights that weren't from any police car flickered across the dark parking lot, the man drove off with a roar of the engine, quickly speeding away from the scene of your demise.

Demise? Again, you couldn't make that connection, not in that moment, all you felt was a strange relief. He took care of the car, he'd take care of you too, right? You'd work for him, pay off your debt, keep living your boring little life once it was all done.

It was all a blur when the car arrived at one of those fancy metal gates, and the house that loomed behind them was too massive to comprehend. You were floating, still too drunk to properly function or think a single rational thought. Doesn't matter. It'll be alright.

You remember stepping into a large foyer, eyes too unfocused to take in all the splendor around you. He grabbed your wrist then and pulled you after him into an office where you fell into a soft chair. The rustling of paper made you curious, but when you looked down at the stack he'd put down in front of you, you frowned.

“Just to make this legal,” he said in that honey sweet baritone voice of his that melted your panties right off. “You'll sign this and you'll become a part of this household, as you'll serve me in whatever way I see fit. We'll find a place for you. You'll get your own room, you'll always be fed, and I'm sure you can handle whatever needs to be done, right? Consider your debt paid off, doll.”

As confused as you were, you were also too grateful for this turn of events. Stumbling out of a bar after a night of too much alcohol to try to forget your shitty little life, drunk driving into this man's car to end up working for him, living in his special mansion? Why not? Sounds reasonable. Sounds better than having to return to your small apartment that still reeked of the previous tenant's love for garlic.

It didn't even matter that he never told you who he was, that you didn't exchange any names to begin with. Who is he? Doesn't matter. He seemed wealthy, influential, generous in his offer to let you do this instead of ruining your life by insisting to do it the official way. He was offering you redemption, and you'd be very stupid to deny it. It'll be alright. No need to read the long text in front of you either, not that you could focus on a single word anyway. It'll be fine. You'll be a maid, probably, you can do that. Dust and clean or whatever, easy.

And so you grabbed the pen he was holding out to you and left the strange squiggle of your signature on the lines he marked for you, not even wondering why he'd have this contract ready to sign so quickly. Does this happen often? Doesn't matter.

Your head was spinning, and the way he smiled at you didn't make it better. You found yourself smiling back, somewhat dumbly, too buzzed to react any differently. You felt sleepy too, a strange mix of nerves and utter exhaustion, and you barely noticed when he stood next to you all of a sudden, gently grabbing your elbow to pull you to your feet.

Then you were walking with him, to an elevator, and it was going down, and your stomach jumped to the ceiling, nausea grabbing you tightly. The cubicle stopped with a sudden jerk, the doors slid open with a ding, and he kept dragging you along, through a dimly lit corridor lined with doors. You felt lightheaded now, on the verge of throwing up all the sugary drinks you'd consumed earlier, but he didn't stop, didn't give your body a second to rest before you reached the end of the hallway.

He opened the nearest door with something like a key card and gently pushed you into the room beyond. You stumbled, turned to look at him, but he was already closing the door behind you, shutting you in. You blinked, confusion mixing with the vertigo gripping your body, and the small noise of a lock clicking into place got lost when you started retching.

You somehow made it into the small room to your left that held a toilet and a sink, and found yourself hugging the bowl as you emptied your stomach into it. You were still dizzy when your body decided it was enough, and after a long moment of just sitting on the tiled floor, trying to catch your breath, you managed to stand up and lean over the sink. No mirror. Strange.

The light coming from a single bulb dangling from the ceiling hurt your eyes, so you didn't pay too much attention to the unusually spartan light fixture. You washed your hands, then your face, then washed your mouth out. There was a small shelf to the side, holding a prepackaged toothbrush and some tooth paste, and you ripped it open with shaking hands and brushed the vile taste off your tongue.

Feeling only slightly better, you went back into the room, finding nothing but a bed. Not even a bedside table. Just a bed, and it wasn't as comfortable or big looking as you would have expected in a mansion this large and luxurious. It still served a purpose, and you fell onto it and curled up, too exhausted to think any more about what happened. Or what might await you.

Doesn't matter.

With your head spinning and the room spinning along, you fell asleep to dreams of more spinning, of cars and handsome men, flashing lights, hands on your face, hands on your hips, hands pulling off your clothes, fingers pinching your nipples, fingers dipping between your shamefully wet folds, of moans and grunts echoing through a small room, and it was still spinning, and the bed was shaking and squeaking, and you were moved and handled, and when you woke up even more exhausted, you found yourself lying on your stomach, cheek resting on a wet spot where your drool had gathered on the pillow.

You rolled onto your side, feeling a strange soreness deep within you. There was something sticky between your thighs, and you blamed it all on drinking too much, having strange wet dreams, pushing yourself too far. Stumbling off the bed, you groaned, pressing a hand to your stomach as a deep-rooted pain poked at your insides. You didn't even notice that you were stark naked at first. Slowly, you made your way into the bathroom, sat on the toilet for what felt like forever, a strange burning sensation assaulting your senses.

Your head was heavy, hurting, full of cotton that pressed hard against your skull, threatening to break through. Not sure cotton can do that. You brushed your teeth again, blinking at the empty spot where you'd expect a mirror on the wall. It took you a very long time to finally put all the pieces together, or at least some of them.

Your clothes were gone. You were naked, aching, had to clean off a strange stickiness from between your legs, your insides hurt in a way you never experienced before, and sitting was very uncomfortable somehow too. Last night was a blur, but you remembered the accident, the man, signing a contract, paying off your debt by... by doing what? Being a servant? That's what he'd said, right? What kind of servant? you wondered as you sat on the edge of the bed, breathing harder as you tried to make sense of it all.

The room alone was strange. The only light came from the (doorless) bathroom, from that grimly looking light bulb swinging softly from the ceiling. There were no windows, just the bed and the door, a sturdy looking door without a knob or handle, just a key pad to the side. What is this place? A cell of some sort? Why were you here? Why were you naked? Where did your clothes go? Who had taken them? Who had been here? What had happened to you?

Caught in your own mind, you grabbed the sheets and draped them around your bare body. You weren't cold, but it felt better to cover up like this. If you wouldn't have to fight the aftermath of a night full of flowery drinks and gut-punching shots, you would certainly panic, start pacing, try to find a way out. But you were hurting, from the top of your head down into your toes, all nerve endings on edge, and the pain was that all-consuming thing around you, allowing not a single rational thought, just an overall feeling of uneasiness.

You didn't know how long you just sat there, staring holes into the bland wall, when the door suddenly opened with a click and a hiss. It swung open, and the man from last night entered, greeting you with a smile. You blinked at him, lips trembling, mind reeling.

“Good morning,” he said as he walked in and closed the door behind him. It clicked shut automatically. He was carrying a box in his hands. You remained on the edge of the bed, not daring to move as you watched him put it down next to you, nodding towards it. “I brought you something to wear,” he added nonchalantly.

Still confused but also intrigued, you slid part of the blanket off your shoulder and moved your hand to open the box, hoping for new clothes, maybe a maid's uniform, something that would make sense, but what you saw lying on the soft red velvet lining the insides of the container made your stomach turn violently. You recognized three coils of black rope, but the other item made no sense to you.

It was a metal hook, for lack of a better term, with a loop at one end that was probably for the rope to pass through, but the other side was... it was rounded, elongated, several ball shaped protrusions in a hard line, the metal formed in some sort of arch, giving it the hook-shape.

You swallowed hard, looking up at the man who watched you with dark eyes and an impassive expression, no longer smiling. Looking away more than intimidated, you stared back into the box and noticed a few other things. A thick leather band, like a collar, with a hoop at the back and three little belts in the front, the width of it making you stiffen, your throat already closing up just thinking of having something that big around it. You'd assume that was what it was for anyway.

It was strange how calm you were, how unusually distant. You had so many questions, but you couldn't find the strength to ask them. His presence felt ominous, like you couldn't breathe, oppressive, dominating. You felt small, even smaller than you were, vulnerable without your clothes, trapped in this weird room. And somehow it also made sense. You remembered the things he told you, and all of them seemed true. Having a room, doing what needs to be done, serving him. There were no details, but your mind was reeling with filling the voids.

Servant. Not a maid, but a slave.

Why was this revelation so eerily comforting? It shouldn't be. You should be freaking out, he took you away, forced you to sign a contract (patiently holding the pen, waiting for you, while you made the biggest mistake of your life), expecting you to come to terms with your new role right on the spot – and frankly, you felt yourself accepting it.

You didn't have a choice, did you? You were young and naive, yes, but you knew that contracts held value, and you signed one, you remembered it, not clearly, but it was there, and you did it because you needed to repay your debt, pay for the repair of his car that you were at fault of damaging. It was either this (whatever this was) or dealing with insurance and police and losing your car and your driver's license and your job and all the other things you'd accumulated over the years of independence. It wasn't much, but you didn't want to lose any of it.

And you wouldn't have to work here forever, right? A car repair, a new paint job, wouldn't be costing that much, would it? He'd have to let you go eventually. But you didn't read the contract... Something cold crashed down your spine, making you gasp, finally opening the door to more hysterical breaths, your lungs aching under the need to get enough oxygen to make you fully understand what was going on.

As soon as you started hyperventilating, you found yourself pressed to the bed, a strong hand closing around your throat, further limiting your airways. Your eyes widened as he loomed over you, staring down darkly. “Please,” you croaked out, your hands frantically grasping for his wrist, your body finally remembering it could move.

He shook his head. “You signed a contract. You gave your life to me,” he said quietly, his low voice menacing and dark now. “You want to pay off your debt, don't you, doll?”

You kicked beneath him as he climbed over you, one knee pressed between your legs, hand tightening around your neck. Gasping, thighs trembling as he rubbed the soft fabric of his pants against your aching sex, you opened your mouth, tried to tell him no, not like this, it was a mistake, please, but he only squeezed a little more, fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, black spots dancing in front of your eyes.

The room was spinning again, you felt so heavy, so exhausted, your fingernails scratched over his skin before your hands fell away limply, and then, darkness surrounded you, switching off the screeching voices of panic in your head instantly.

🔻 Chapter 1 🔺 Chapter 2+3

End notes: This was just the introduction, from now on, anything goes, and it goes hard. Stay tuned!

New chapter every Saturday at around 9pm CEST!

Thank you for braving this depravity reading!

MASTERLIST 🔻 AO3 🔻 ORIGINAL WORKS

[entilovesthings]

I think something the deltarune fandom is not talking about enough is that outside his purpose Tenna had...nothing

Ralsei's always talking about how every darkner has a purpose: Making lightners happy, and Tenna loved doing it until it wasn't working anymore and the Dremurrs family separated and unpluged him

But we see in Castle Town that every darkner has a life outside of what they're supposed to do, previous bosses like King (who was abandoned by Kris) or Queen (who wanted to make Noelle happy more than anything) have people that care about them outside their respective lightners, they both have Lancer, for example, and Queen has her subjects, like Swatch

Tenna, on the other hand, had no one to spend his time with, no one who actually wanted to be around him, his employees only stayed by his side because of the unfair contracts he puts them under (and as a personal HC, I think he made those contracts that way to make sure no one else abandoned him, ironic), when Ramb talks about Tenna, he always makes sure to tell Kris what NOT to do to not get on Tenna's bad side, since he's obviously seen it many times throughout the years. Tenna also calls Elnina and Lanino his "old friends", but considering how annoyed they were whenever the TV host opened his mouth, it was probably one sided.

Battat (one of the Mikes) tells us that when "Mike" was not in his room when he wanted to visit him, he got moody and took it out on the TV crew, and even though during his battle while he's still in disguise mentions all the things he does to serve Tenna (tucking him in at night, therapy, record him, etc) I think it's pretty obvious that they're not genuine acts to help a friend, It's more like a way to control an animal giving it treats to prevent it from going on a rampage against its cellmates.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SPAMTON, he was probably the only person he actually connected with, the only one who listened to him and was actually interested in him, and even though it was only because of business matters at the beggining, we ALL know that escalated later to whatever kind of situationship relationship they had that left them so bitter and devastated after their breakup, that single poster in the T-Rank room tells us that Tenna was happy (Most likely not all the time, but he was happy at the end of the day) during their time together.

Now, I don't think any of the characters mentioned above outright hated him, they hated his temper and tantrums, but not him especifically. In the best outcome, his employees help Susie to fix him, but the fact that there's a possibility that everyone (except Susie) can just leave him to die alone in the snow, shows us that even if they cared, even just a little, at one point it wasn't going to be enough to go and save him from his fate.

It really puts in perspective Tenna's character even more, how when he told Susie that he was alone for a while, he meant it. Tenna's not victim, i'd like to make that clear, he played a part on this too (His emotional dysregulation, mistreatment of his crew, taking the phone instead of going after Spamton, his behavior towards Kris and how even when he loves and cares about them, he's still rude towards them during his meltdowns and even unconsciously hurting them reminding them of the past, like Asriel or Dess), but it's still really sad, in the end, it was truly just him, glooby, against the world.

[poppystheories]

Regarding lenalee's mysterious birth. I like your theory's but i do have my own, ar least about komui and wondered what you think. I wouldn't be surprised komui turned out to NOT be related to her. The black order didn't know what to do with her and just risked it by putting komui up to pretend to be her brother, whether she even has a brother shouldn't really matter since she was so young when they found her. I doubt if she had one, she would be able to remember what he looked like, so having this random Chinese scientist play the role would be perfect and obviously they grew extremely attached to one another

I'm so glad somebody else is thinking about this, because like, this question is consuming me. I've given it so much thought its crazy.

Here's my thoughts:

I also think its entirely possible they aren't biologically related at all! Or at least, not in the way Lenalee thinks they are. I even tossed around the idea that Komui is actually her biological father lmao.

And while it is possible Komui was, like, put up to be her big brother by the Order, I don't think that can be it, based on the narrative.

Here's the scene that makes me think this:

The Black Order ghost girl lays it out that she was an experimental subject of the BO, and that she relates to Lenalee. At the time, it seemed like that was because Lenalee was also kept imprisoned in the Order, but if her birth records really are tampered with, it's likely Lenalee was also an experiment.

But the ghost girl then says:

The emotional core of Lenalee's character is this right here: she couldn't survive alone, so her brother willingly followed her to into Hell and made that Hell into a home for them. It is this sacrifice that is at the center of Lenalee: the reason she can't abandon the Order and chase after Allen like Johnny and Kanda can. Komui gave up his freedom and entire life to make the Order a bearable place for her to live, but in doing so, trapped them both there.

With her current strength and speed, leaving the Black Order would be easy for Lenalee. Unlike when she was a child, escape is no longer impossible. But she doesn't want to escape anymore: she's made the people of the Black Order into her family and community. There's nothing the outside world can offer her that Komui hasn't helped her find within the Order.

For all that to be revealed to just be a lie fabricated to manipulate Lenalee into dedicating herself to the Order would be, I think, too diametrically opposed to DGM's themes. It's not impossible, but I do think it goes against DGM's "heart". Cruelty of that kind is very much present in DGM's narrative, but it;s often suggested only to be revealed to be significantly less cruel than it seemed.

Take the "Did Mana love Allen" question. The question of whether Mana was just using Allen to get his brother back is raised, considered, and even partially supported. It is an exceedingly cruel concept.

But then we're shown the reality of what happened, and the truth is nowhere near as cruel and heartless as that. Mana did care about Red, and he certainly wasn't purposely seeking out Nea's host.

Same with Cross. He loves Allen. Allen was never just the "host" to him.

Plot twists in DGM generally don't betray the emotional core of the story: love. That's usually what makes them so effectively tragic. It's that everything in DGM happens out of love that makes everything so heartbreaking. That's why I don't think it's possible for Komui to be knowingly lying to Lenalee about their connection: it makes their choices less tragic. It would mean Lenalee got tricked into staying at the Order, which sucks and is cruel, but nowhere near as emotionally devastating as her brother's sacrifice to save her also trapping her in her fate as an exorcist. I think Komui's sacrifice being fake is way less interesting and tragic and emotionally-resonant than what is currently told to us by the narrative. The best way to put it into words is: I think that it would carve the heart out of the story.

So I think Komui's sacrifice must be real, which is why my tentative theory is that the hypothetical Lee parents were Black Order scientists. Maybe Komui was their first born son, left alone and unsupervised like Jan as they got entrenched in the Holy War. Asian Branch experimental nonsense ensues, like maybe they decided to see if they could, like, "create" apostles the old fashion way by exposing fetuses to Innocence in the womb or something. But they end up thinking of the experimental baby as their own daughter and realize they can't let her end up an exorcist after all, so they steal her and escape. Or maybe something related to Reny's currently unknown connection to Apocryphos happened, something that leads to Lenalee's possible Heart status. Regardless of the details, they deliver that baby to Komui outside, but eventually, shit happens and the Order finds and reclaims Lenalee, leaving Komui with a decision to make: does he accept that there's no way to help the child his parents wanted to save, or does he willingly subject himself to the life his parent's certainly never wanted for either of them?

This is all wild, unsupported conjecture, but it's the way I can see the Lenalee's suspicious birth records plot twist coming into fruition without betraying the heart of her story and character arc so far. I really do think Komui's sacrifice being fake would hurt the story.

But maybe that's just because I love Komui and his history and don't want it to be fake.

What do you think?

[eyesontheskyline]

me ripping out obviously hotchniss moments from jemily stans’s cold dead hands: MINE

I saw a post where someone said Emily was staring at JJ at Haley’s funeral??😭 Hello she was looking at her mans 🤨

This was inspired by the season 7 jet scene bc I just saw someone saw it’s a jemily moment😀 hello she and hotch were literally about to kiss

Ha oh god.

I honestly hate that jet scene as a Hotchniss moment AND as a Jemily moment. I can see it for both, because if you take what she's saying at face value, he's asking 'how did you get by?' and her answer is having contact with JJ. And of course there's those super warm smiles Hotch and Emily share.

But it doesn't make any sense for them to keep in touch that way - it's reckless and stupid, and I have a hard time believing either of them would've compromised something so high stakes. It makes me like them less as people and as a ship to think they did that, so I just. . . don't. And I also think there needs to be an actual answer to how she got by in Paris, or (preferably) some kind of admission that she kind of didn't - it was hard, and lonely, and she missed her friends, and everything wasn't okay then and isn't okay now. I think it was a bit of lazy writing, to make us feel like being smuggled away to Paris while still physically recovering from near-fatal injuries to hide all alone for months from the terrorist who nearly killed her was not a trauma, so it's fine that the show doesn't deal with it. So I kind of ignore the actual content of the scene - it doesn't make sense to me, and I think it's tonally weird considering the subject matter.

I think everyone is looking at Hotch during Haley's funeral, because how could you not be? It's devastating, and he's devastated, and they all care about him so much. I struggle with the 'truther' vibes of some of the Jemily section of the fandom a little bit, but I did used to write some Jemily back in the day, and I can kind of see it early on. But to me it's kind of the same vibe* as when people try to prove that Hotch and Emily were literally secretly in a relationship during S4-5 and here are the breadcrumbs the show dropped to prove it. . . Like, it's fine to write around what's in the show, to see the little moments and build on them, but the show is not trying to drop breadcrumbs for us to pick up on to plant the idea that they're in a relationship off screen - if they wanted the relationship to be canon, they would write it.

I think shipping is at its best when everyone just admits what we're doing is making our dolls kiss the way we want - it doesn't need to be more canon or more right than anyone else's ship, it just needs to be the one we personally enjoy. You can ship the same character in more than one ship, you can ship two characters who never even met. . . literally whatever you find enjoyable. And what's even better about it than smushing dolls together is there are infinite dolls - my Emily can be kissing Hotch and someone else's can be kissing JJ and someone else's can be starting a new life under the sea and it's literally fine.

I think what I kind of struggle with is when people watch the show looking for only their ship. Like, it's valid to watch the show however you watch it, but those are the posts I personally find grating. So like, Emily and JJ giving each other the eyes at Haley's funeral - I think that undermines the love and respect and friendship they all feel for Hotch. I've been at a bunch of funerals, and I wasn't like. . . checking out my love interest. I was thinking about the dead person and the people who loved them the most. And the moment when Emily saves Will at the bank - making that about Jemily takes so much away from both Emily and Will as characters, for me. Idk. I just like the complexity of the characters, and for me personally that's what makes shipping fun, so any time I have to ignore the complexity of the characters to do the shipping, I'm out.

(* except with an unfortunate side of 'this is morally superior because Emily was going to be a lesbian before they decided she wasn't')

[heavenforblog1111]

So, I guess if you are reading this I think you have been addicted to chess. Well, I was too in a way and I finally decided to leave it. I will be talking about what I learnt from this phase of my life. I started playing chess when I was pretty young. I would say I was around 7-8 years old when I first started it. At that time, I was not addicted to it obviously. I would play it occasionally and I think I have spent several years not playing chess at all. But, somehow I always thought of myself as a good chess player. I was 10 years old when I won against a person who was about in in his twenties. About 8 years later, when I joined college, I played against several friends and I won against all of them except for 2 people. One was a guy and the other was a girl. Now, the guy and I were pretty much on the same level in terms of chess. I was about to win against him being up 2 pieces(knight and a bishop) but I ended up loosing due to stupid mistakes. So, the loss to him didn't really shake me up because I think I knew I would be able to beat him some time or the other. There was this girl I played chess with and I ended up loosing to her 3 times in a row. I was totally outclassed by her in those games. I remember at that time I felt that I might never be able to reach her level ever. I had left chess after that, but it found its way into my life again. Somewhere, those losses meant a lot to me because I would be thinking about them pretty often. Once I just downloaded a chess game app on my phone, I started playing on it. I think I used to spend hours on it without realizing. Maybe had I spent that time on some other things I might have enjoyed myself more but anyway it happened(no point crying over spilt milk). My game definitely improved a lot. When I entered MBA I was selected in the chess team and I was the only one in my batch to be selected. Soon being a great chess player became a part of my identity. Like a lot of people have the perception of chess players being intelligent, it would give me an ego boost thinking of myself like that. But, the thing is somewhere it was actually a bad thing. My ego had attached the notion of being a great chess player with itself and that is where chess became addictive. Being intelligent was always considered to be something I associated myself with. That is the reason why I would always study aptitude more than other subjects. I would think of aptitude as a measure for IQ. The other subjects well are only a matter of rote learning. That is what I thought. Loosing in chess would cause me to feel devastated because my ego couldn't think of someone else being better at me at something that meant a lot to me. I did enjoy chess to be honest. It became an addiction and I would play chess at times when I never wanted to. When I took it up online, I would eagerly wait for my rating to increase. This caused the addiction to increase more and more. The mind is always focused on what it can attain more. Something might seem as desirable as long as the person doesn't have it. But when you have it, the mind is always going to jump on to acquiring a better thing. I think that is just the paradox of life. I started off with an 800 rating. I moved up to 1000. Then, my rating increased to 1200 and so on till 1400. That was where I stopped, the 1400 mark. Now, I realized a few things. Lets say, when I was at 800, I wished to move on to the 900 mark. I was like if I reach that mark, I will be happy. When I would reach 900 mark, I would yearn for a 1000 rating. When I would reach the 1000 mark, I would think to myself that if I reached 1100, I would be satisfied. This went on. So, there was something really important that I realized at the end of it all. It made me understand a lot about ego and the identity. You see when you attach labels to yourself you want to protect them. Lets just say that you are attached to the label of being a good footballer. Now, if you feel a sense of esteem

only if because of a particular label or accomplishment, then you are in a way limiting yourself. For example, if you feel a sense of self worth for the fact of being a good fighter then you are going to get crushed emotionally when another guy comes and beats you up. And there is no dearth of good fighters on the planet. So, the important thing is don't get attached to labels. Don't measure yourself with how good you are at a particular thing because you are then limiting yourself. My label of being a good chess player caused me to waste time that I feel I could've used for something else more enjoyable. Have a good day. Thank you PIRO4D. for the display picture.

[moonlitbride]

         𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆,  a plot-driven SIDEBLOG for the paradoxically rotting but not rotten specter made of grace and splendor with blended influences taken fro 𝓒𝓞𝓡𝓟𝓢𝓔 𝓑𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓔, 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝒩𝒢𝐸𝑅, and other dark folkloric romantic tales;   “  i know at last the lovely thing: it’s she! girl dark yet glimmering.  ”  ———  Charles Baudelaire, “A Phantom,” Flowers of Evil

what you’ll find: the eternal bloom of passion gowned in pearled tulle-netting, romanticism, desire, grief, wrath, beauty in the macabre, the devastating tragedy of a young life cut short, the human desire to love and be loved, transformation, strength to find absolution, to be the flame not the moth, to be light. heavily mature and potentially triggering themes present.

this account ranges from high to sporadic activity, existing for current partners, open to others genuinely interested in writing with emily.

“  sometimes a spectre dim, reclining in grace and glory, can be seen.  ”

💙  not a seasonal blog. i’ve been writing emily on and off this platform for years, so it’s safe to say she won’t be going anywhere once october starts or ends.

💙 proceed with caution. adults only! there will be triggering material, be it in images reblogged or written text. subject matter including but not limited to: insects, violence, death and blood, descriptions of rot and gore, child negligence and its effects, alcohol abuse, toxicity, manipulation, antisemitism and religious themes. for emphasis, i will NOT roleplay opposite of writers who are under 21.

💙  my portrayals are jewish. please be sure to read more about that. after finding out the fairytale that inspired the film's conception was jewish, i went to great lengths to do research so as to alter my muses.

while i hold a sentimental love for the film, i feel strongly about doing my best to honor the roots of the folktale. consider my blog fundamentally and culturally divergent with effort made to mesh the original corpse bride's jewish heritage. tl;dr emily is jewish, victor is jewish, victoria is christian but converts to judaism in the end and eventually has a second jewish wedding with her husband; barkis himself was motivated by antisemitism and targeted affluent jewish women — he targets victoria for her wealth because he's desperate, but what pushes him over the edge is finding out she's engaged to a rich jewish man. if this is an issue for anyone, i'm sure there are plenty of solely 𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯 compliant takes out there for you to enjoy.

💙  extremely au, crossover, and oc friendly. i love writing emily, dead or alive. she has a wide range available to her in terms of interactions. i’m open to practically everything, provided it’s plotted. i love writing emily have the chance to live and find her happy ending, but i enjoy exploring the bittersweet that comes with abiding by her story too.

the film she comes from is described as dark fantasy, and the original tale is even more tragic considering its nonfictional ties. emily is unique in the sense that it feels natural to explore her in fluffy bubblegum plots, more creepy, horror-centric ones, that or a nuanced mixture. the possibilities are endless, though there will always be dark elememts. current verses of hers that i write in: pre-death, post-mortem, 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓𝓨 𝓞𝓡 𝓝𝓞𝓣, 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓝𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓔 𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓒𝓗𝓡𝓘𝓢𝓣𝓜𝓐𝓢, and more. i tend to default to writing in period settings because part of her draw is her origin, but if it’s discussed and established, i’m open to throwing her into modern time periods. feel free to check out verses available for plotting.

💙  obviously emily is big on finding love. as i’ve been writing her for some time, i’ve developed headcanons, including her preferences and thoughts on romantic prospects. i consider emily incredibly romanceable. more so when she’s alive but not exclusively. who says she can’t find love in the afterlife or post mortem? in other words, i’m open to exploring different kinds of romantic possibilities, whether it’s set in a verse where she’s dead or alive. the muse is open and ready for it, and the writer is willing, provided a romantic dynamic makes sense and is intriguing. this blog will be a more romance-heavy one due to the muse herself being inclined towards it.

💙  also up for platonic relationships. friendships built on solidarity, mentor/mentee, characters able to fill a family-like role of some sort are all particular interests of mine in either her dead or alive verses. emily is a character who was murdered while quite young which is part of her tragedy. she’s the charismatic darling of the underworld and some of her closest friends are a black widow and a maggot. dead or alive, girl is not only easy to fall in love with but befriend.

💙 emily's age typically ranges from eighteen to twenty-five. in neither the film nor the fairytale is she ever portrayed as underage, though her specific age will vary depending on the verse and plot. she’s a passionate muse in every sense of the word, body, mind, soul. there will be mature content in the form of reblogs. i’m technically open to it, but i prefer not to write actual smut on here. fade to black is fine.

as for other mature subject matters, definitely expect to both read and see mentions along with visuals of gore, trauma, body horror and blood. that’s a given since i play the character her film is named after while embracing the darkness that can be entailed. themes of dark fantasy and romantic horror will abound. i’m up for everything from action, adventure, romance, comedy, angst, tragedy, no genre is off limits. i can go both light and dark. everything will be tagged.

💙 memes will never be time-locked. you can send in as many memes as you like when my password is lifted, or to my discord when it is locked. i'll reply when i have inspiration and time. sometimes i have a habit of saving memes and replying ages later. either way i'll move it to a post onto here. unless i mention i would rather we don't continue it, you're free to reply. also, specify the muse please! IF a meme goes unreplied, i promise it's not you, it's me.

💙 i'm a serial plotter. memes can be fun jumping off points but even for memes i like a little discussion.

plotting is my favorite. i love the mutual intentionality and investment required of plots, i love knowing the general direction a thread is going, all while still having room for organic surprises along the way.

💙  i write victor and victoria as headcanon-based request muses. they're available on a limited basis. by default i write them as engaged or married to their significant other. in order to preserve my muses for both i plan to take on a modest amount of threads so i don't become burnt out and / or feel like they're detracting from emily. i am open to writing them, i just want emphasis placed on the fact that this blog exists for emily.

please note that in order to potentially romance victoria or victor partners will need to be TRANSPARENT so that it can be discussed prior to writing! otherwise they will be 'taken' or in love, with room for nothing but platonic development on their side.

💙  icon usage is on a request basis, as is the medium featured ( animated vs live action ). i use 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒊, 𝒑���𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒓, 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 for my faceclaims at this time. i do not personally associate myself to any of them, nor are they making any profit over being used as faceclaims. icons or no icons, i'm just excited to write and personally feel they best embody my interpretations.

only fatesrecollection has informed me privately that they would like for me to use icons in my replies, both animated and live action. as no one else has specified, all other responses will be iconless.

💙 let's talk exclusives. i'll do it if it makes sense ( such as being a highly unconventional and unique crossover concept i.e. 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓𝓨 𝓞𝓡 𝓝𝓞𝓣 ). that or if it's requested of me, then i'll happily go along with it. especially for longtime writing partners. but since i'm keeping my pool of potential partners small by choice, i want to remain at least somewhat open for the purposes of having range.

in the cases of other popular halloween stop-motion media, i will not be doing exclusives. currently open to having up to two mains generally. i'm confident that with plotting and basic respect given to all parties, threads and dynamics can stay unique from one another. for example, romance vs platonic, muse a meeting muse b under different circumstances, and so on.

-,’ established muse-dependent exclusives ,’-

wiildroses - 𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 for 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 for 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺

-,’ established blog-wide exclusives ,’-

fatesrecollection - 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗄𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗓, 𝗌𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 "𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾" 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗈, 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇, 𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖼, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 '𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾' 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗑, 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

-,’ established blog-wide faceclaim exclusives ,’-

fatesrecollection - 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗁𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒-𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇, 𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅

-,’ established blog-wide mains ,’-

soulcluster - 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 fatesrecollection - 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍, 𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺

💙 emily is one of my most highly concentrated muses, and i have been writing her for several years, so novella / multipara is most likely what you'll see. i'm up for single para or shorter if that's what's preferred. word count doesn't matter. match me, or don't. on the flip side of that, i also don't want to feel shamed for how much i can write.

💙 fandoms i'm uninterested in interacting with: 𝘩𝘱, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘺 ( i'll follow multis ). at this time i'm willing to make exceptions regarding 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘺 if they come from media such as 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔, 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, etc but some plotting will be required. fun fact, the mouse originally released 𝒕𝒏𝒃𝒄 under touchstone and didn't want it associated to their brand because they thought it was too scary. 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆 got 𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯 fired, which i find hilarious.

💙 i'm not interested in hating on either victoria or emily to bring the other down. both existed during a time period where women were reduced to broodmares and sexually repressed, living at the mercy of victorian morality.

speaking specifically of my portrayals, their struggles aren't exactly alike as victoria becomes "genteel poor" and bears the burden of saving herself and her family from destitution. meanwhile, emily faces antisemitism, a pressure to be extraordinary and prove the worthiness of her lineage despite her status — as many others within the nobility are unhappy with the margolis' recent rise to earldom, since it further equates their humanity, which is deemed inferior; while she's heavily sought out for her surplus of marriageable attributes in life, the peerage treat and view emily as an exotic prize, a conquest to be won. both for social and political reasons.

there are shared similarities in the struggles between both, and if they met while emily was alive, they could very well have been friends ( or more hehe ) who found solace in one another.

emily has always been my favorite, but i adore victoria. i'll never stand to see anyone trash either. not worried about this so much now that i've gone the hyper private route but figure it doesn't hurt to mention.

💙 this is a password protected sideblog. granted, it'll be on and off. if we're friends you already know the drill, but if you're a newcomer, you may follow but i'll only consider us mutuals IF i reach out and / or follow from my private writing hub. no sharing of my password once it's been given in private, please and thank you.

💙 unopen to writing with other variants outside the ones i already plan to at this time. i already have an emily, victoria and victor i'm biased towards and am looking forward to giving all my attention.

💙 disclaimer: nonjewish person here. i've done my best to become more educated with research. in the end, i don't have those life experiences. the history behind the folktale is a grim one that i only recently learned. i'm always aiming to do my best but if there are ANY missteps i apologize, and am open to constructive criticism.

💙 hi, this is one of many private sideblogs that i have as i no longer feel comfortable remaining on this platform in a public capacity. sometimes i'll be hopping with activity, other times it'll be a ghost town. emily has always been one of my consistently highest muses, and remains so, even now that i prefer to write ocs over canons. though i basically consider these muses ocs due to how many headcanons i've poured into them and the fact they're influenced ethnically by the original fairytale. my friend jem made everything pretty for me graphics-wise with my basic input. credit for the dash icon currently in use goes to the pngpixie.

[caitimetravels]

she’s insignificant

chapter 3: the dangers inside

the umbrella academy x reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

masterlist

y/n stared at the blue energy in the courtyard before deciding to join her siblings as they rushed to see what it was. as she ran down the stairs she caught sight of klaus holding a fire extinguisher.

"what are you doing?" she caught up with him.

"something" he shrugged, bursting out the door first. "out of the way!"

"thats not going to- klaus what the hell?" y/n went to stop him only to watch as he tried to extinguish the mass of energy. she shook her head in disbelief, stepping beside vanya.

klaus chucked the extinguisher when he realised it wouldn't work.

"what is that gonna do?" allison shouted over the loud noise. klaus threw his hands up.

"i don't know. do you have a better idea?" he stepped back in surprise as another flash came from the portal. luther pulled klaus back.

"everyone get behind me!" and in true sibling rivalry diego nodded, shielding vanya and y/n.

"yeah, get behind us!"

they watched, brows furrowing at the familiar figure that dropped to the ground. as they stepped closer the vortex disappeared.

"is that-?" y/n looked up at vanya, peeking around diego to see.

there, in a too large sized suit, stood their missing brother. he pushed himself to his feet taking in their appearance.

"does anyone else see little number five is that just me?" klaus questioned as they walked closer. the said boy stared down at himself in confusion before looking back at them.

"shit" he cursed.

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they all moved back into the kitchen, letting five do as he pleased while he explained what he needed to.

he placed a chopping board and knife on the table while the others stood at the other end. y/n stood off to the corner, not entirely comfortable with them after being accused of murder. "what's the date? the exact date"

five walked around, grabbing bread to make himself a sandwich. vanya answered, "the 24th"

"of what?" five pushed walking back over.

"march"

"good" he pulled out two pieces of bread, laying them on the chopping board.

"so, are we going to talk about what just happened?" luther raised an eyebrow, expectantly but five stayed silent. "its been 17 years!" luther stood, frustrated but five wasn't taking any of his bullshit.

"it's been a lot longer than that" the shorter boy walked towards him before blinking behind him to grab the marshmallows. luther sighed,

"i haven't missed that"

"where'd you go?" diego piped up, unfazed.

"the future" five sighed, "and it's shit by the way" he opened up the bag of marshmallows.

"called it!" klaus raised his finger.

"do you want one?" five looked up at y/n, referring to the sandwich, a soft gleam in his eyes. the others shared a look, of course he had only missed her. she gently shook her head with a small smile. "i should have listened to the old man" five walked to the fridge, pulling out a jar. "he knew. travelling through space is one thing, travelling through time is a toss of the dice"

he paused as he opened the peanut butter, looking up at them again before noticing klaus' attire. "nice dress"

"oh, danke" klaus twirled loose material around. allison rolled her eyes.

"how did you get back?"

"in the end i had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time" he continued making his sandwich like he hadn't just shocked them.

"that makes no sense" diego scoffed,

"well, it would if you were smarter" five shrugged, ignoring the way diego stood up to fight him. luther held him back.

"did you put a decimal point in the wrong spot?" y/n asked, surprising the others. she crossed her arms, thinking "it was probably a miscalculation in your proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree."

five paused, thinking it over before realising she was right. "it should have been 0.57" he mumbled.

"how long were you there?" luther changed the subject, obviously confused.

"45 years" five went back to his sandwich making. "give or take"

everyone sat back down in shock.

"so what are you saying? that you're 58?!" luther narrowed his eyes in disbelief. there was no way.

"no" five looked up, speaking through gritted teeth. "my consciousness is 58. apparently my body is now 16 again"

"how does that even work?" vanya croaked out, still shocked at the situation.

"delores kept saying the equations were off" five shrugged, stepping away and looking off into the distance as he took a bite of his sandwich. "bet she's laughing now"

"delores?" vanya asked. y/n froze, he had kept her? at the girl's movement, or lack thereof, allison looked over at her, raising her eyebrows.

y/n shook her head, waving it off.

five picked up the newspaper on the table, staring at the picture of their father.

"hm.. guess i missed the funeral"

"how'd you know about that?" luther questioned, defensive.

"what part of the future do you not understand?" five narrowed his eyes, slightly amused by his brothers incompetence. "heart failure, huh?"

"yeah-" diego started only to be cut off by luther.

"no" there was silence for a moment before a kitchen knife stabbed into the table beside luther's hand.

"if i had murderous intent, luther, you'd be the first on my list" y/n scoffed, walking out.

they all stared after her in shock.

"nice to see nothing's changed" five sighed before following her out.

"thats it?" allison asked, turning towards him as he walked. "thats all you have to say?"

"what else is there to say? circle of life" he called back.

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vanya walked up to five in the parlour where he stood staring at his painting.

"nice to know dad didn't forget me" five turned to her, "read your book by the way.. found it in the library that was still standing"

he started to walk around, noticing y/n sitting on the balcony above. she had her legs dangling through the bars, calmly reading a book. he turned back to vanya.

"thought it was pretty good, all things considered" he stared her down, "definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. sure that went over well"

"they hate me" vanya frowned,

"well there are worse things that can happen" five was obviously trying to cheer her up, in his own way.

"you mean like what happened to ben?" there was a pause, both thinking it over.

"was it bad?" five asked softly, he knew y/n was still listening. he heard the faint sound of a book shutting. he looked away as vanya nodded.

"y/n had a hard time dealing with it.. the worst of all of us. dad forbid her from going on missions after her reaction.."

"her reaction?" five turned back, eyebrows furrowing, this wasn't in vanya's book.

"she nearly tore our souls out.. she was devastated and couldn't control her emotions. dad said it helped her though, something about a new ability. he trained her alone from then, forcing her to find you" vanya shrugged, sighing, going silent.

"find me?" five pushed, "what do you mean find me?"

"she said she did.. did she not?" vanya looked surprised now.

"no, no she did.. just didn't stay long is all" five shook his head, frowning.

"yeah well, they stopped trying when she lied to dad"

"she lied?" five looked back up at where she was previously sitting but now she was gone, the only thing left behind was her book and a wisp of smoke.

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"ben.. i'm- i'm scared" eight sat cross legged in front of his statue. "my powers are getting stronger and i'm scared to hurt the others. i wish you were still here" she refused to cry no matter how much she wanted to. she couldn't let the same thing happen.

"i'm scared ben. what if i can't control it? what if hurt somebody? you're not here to help me and i-.. it hurts sometimes. dad doesn't understand, he never did but it hurts to suppress my emotions like he wants me to. we try so hard and he still never thinks we're enough.." she paused, pulling her knees up to her chest. "what if i am weak? what if he's right?"

unbeknownst to her ben's ghost sat beside her. "you're not weak" he shook his head, moving to look at her face. "you'll never be weak, you're so strong. please keep being strong for me" he pleaded with her as she continued to blame herself. he hated this. he hated not being there for her. he just wanted her to be okay.

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y/n walked beside five, standing under his umbrella with him. they didn't speak as they walked back out into the courtyard. the siblings all stood in line with luther in front of them, carrying their dad's ashes.

"did something happen?" grace looked at them all, smiling despite the occasion. they all looked up at her.

"dad died.." allison answered, confused. "remember?"

"oh, yes of course" grace nodded, expression turning more somber.

"is mom okay?" allison asked, now worried about how grace was acting.

"yeah, yeah she's fine" diego quickly defended, "she just needs to rest, you know, recharge" allison looked incredulous but dropped it nonetheless.

pogo stepped forwards, looking up at luther. "whenever you're ready, dear boy"

luther breathed out, opening the lid and dropping the ashes in a pitiful pile. they all frowned.

"probably would have been better with some wind" luther griped,

"does anyone wish to speak?" pogo ignored it, looking at the rest of them. everyone stayed silent, looking away. "very well.. in all regards, sir reginald hargreeves made me what i am today, for that alone i shall forever be in his debt. he was my master and my friend and i shall miss him very much.." he paused, "he leaves behind a complicated legacy-"

"he was a monster" diego cut off, still staring down at the ashes. klaus laughed. "he was bad person and a worse father. the world's better off without him-"

"diego" allison scolded, glaring at him in surprise.

"my name is number two. you know why?" he looked over at her. "because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names, he had mom do it"

"would anyone like something to eat?" grace asked, smiling again, unaware of what was happening.

"no, its okay mom" vanya denied, albeit confused.

"oh, okay"

"look, you wanna pay your respects" diego stepped out in front of them, "go head, but at least be honest about the kind of man he was" he looked at pogo now.

"you should stop talking now" luther warned, anger growing. diego glared at him for a moment before fully turning to face him.

"you know, you of all people should be on my side here, number one"

"i am warning you-" diego ignored him,

"after everything he did to you" y/n sighed, crossing her arms to her chest, fighting wasn't going to fix any of them. klaus and five shared a look. "he had to ship you a million miles away"

"diego stop talking-" luther tried again. diego was definitely hitting a nerve. he jabbed a finger into luther's chest.

"that's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" luther grabbed his arm and swung at his head. diego ducked. they begun fighting while everyone else backed away.

"boys! stop this at once!" pogo attempted to stop them, moving back despite this.

klaus held an arm out to shield five and y/n. the former slapped it away. they continued to fight, diego egging him on and landing several punches. klaus began to chant while vanya yelled at them to stop.

"klaus" y/n warned, gaining both his and five's attention. her eyes were turning black, she was struggling.

"y/n? are you okay?" five hadn't been there, he didn't know what she would do if she lost control. pogo walked away, not wanting to stay. klaus nervously watched y/n while the others watched luther and diego fight.

"i don't have time for this" five sighed, beginning to walk away, leaving y/n with klaus under his small pink umbrella.

that was when it happened. y/n froze as they knocked ben's statue.

"aw" klaus complained while allison glared at them.

"and there goes ben's statue"

"klaus?" y/n's voice scared them all. she sounded weak. she gripped his jacket, tightly. "klaus"

"what's wrong?" he looked down at her, watching as she fought her emotions. her eyes were turning black but she kept fighting it.

diego pulled out his knife and vanya's shouting at him to stop made it harder for y/n to calm herself. he threw it at luther, cutting his arm.

"klaus" she called again and he held her arm unsure of what to do. "i-i can't.. i can't-" she let out a pained whine as her eyes darkened, she was letting go. suddenly diego and luther let out shouts of pain.

"what's going on?!" allison watched them, confused and distraught. vanya quickly left their mother's side, pulling y/n into her.

"its okay, you're okay" vanya whispered to her, trying to calm her. "it can be fixed, you're okay, just relax. try to relax" listening to vanya's heartbeat she slowly calmed down, the blackness of her eyes seeping away and diego and luther straightened, no longer in pain.

y/n stared at them in shock and guilt before shaking her head and running inside. she locked herself in her room again. she was truly a demon.

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one by one the siblings left, y/n watched sadly as they all abandoned her again. she was always left alone, the family problems only got bigger when they got together. she sighed, maybe she was better off alone.

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y/n looked up from her book as she heard frantic footsteps around the mansion. peeking out her door she noticed vanya slowing down in front of five's room.

"oh thank god" she disappeared through his doorway but y/n could still hear her voice. "i was worried sick about you"

five had talked to vanya? why hadn't he come to her?

"sorry i left without saying goodbye" five's voice answered softly. what had he been doing? y/n quietly left her room to hear better. she wanted to be apart of her brother's plans too. she didn't want to be left out anymore.

"no, i'm the one that should be sorry. i was dismissive and i guess i didn't know how to process what you were saying.." vanya paused, "i still can't to be honest"

"maybe you were right to be dismissive" five huffed, that didn't sound like him at all? what was he really doing? "maybe it wasn't real after all.. it felt real. but well, like you said the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind"

well vanya referred him to a therapist y/n tried to sense the room. something else was going on. carefully using her power she felt another person.. klaus. when vanya walked out y/n quickly turned to smoke, gliding along the floor, past five who watched vanya leave. klaus pulled himself out of the closet.

"that's so touching, all that stuff about family and dad and time"

"will you shut up? she'll hear you" five warned him, walking back over.

"you're lying to vanya?" y/n appeared next to klaus, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"it's nothing you should worry about" five dismissed before looking klaus over again. "i thought i told you to put on something professional"

"what? this my nicest outfit" klaus gestured to it. y/n snorted when five scoffed.

"we'll raid the old man's closet"

"whatever, as long as i get paid" klaus shrugged, beginning to walk behind five.

"when the job is done" they stopped just above the stairs.

"so, where are we going?" she followed along, smiling innocently at five who raised an eyebrow at her.

"not we, just klaus and i" five shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"five" she frowned,

"y/n" he mocked.

"just let me come, please don't leave me in the dark. i just want to help you" she pleaded, she had missed him.

he thought it over before sighing, "fine" he turned to walk again but klaus stopped him.

"but just so we're clear on the finer details" he waved his hand around, talking over the plan. "i just got to go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"

"yeah, something like that" five agreed, exasperated.

"what's our cover story?" klaus continued, ignoring five's look of annoyance.

"what? what are you talking about?" five shared a confused look with y/n who shrugged.

"i mean was i young when i had you, like 16.. like young and terribly misguided" five agreed just to get him to stop but he didn't. "your mother, that slut, whoever she was, we met at.. the disco and you can be his sister"

"i am his sister?" y/n raised an eyebrow, but klaus only smiled, clicking his fingers.

"okay, remember that. oh my god the sex was amazing"

y/n scoffed, walking away first, five following. "what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain"

"don't make me put you in time out" klaus waved a finger at him.

as they walked out the door onto the street y/n paused.

"what's wrong, baby sis?" klaus asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "you're not backing out already?"

"no!" she quickly denied, looking up at him as she snapped out of her starstruck daze. "it's just.. i haven't left the house in 16 years.."

klaus and five shared a sorrowful look. what had happened to her?

tags: @rxses-and-reverie

[urcharactersclasspect]

i am a prince of time and uhh give me your best explanation of the classpect

lesssgo this is been in the works for forever

Princes, no matter what the aspect, are highly intense individuals. Usually I dont go over exacts on personalities alone but Princes have a distinct way and manner to them. They are intimidating to others, often temperamental characters and go to extremes when spited or when they genuinely believe their way to be the only right way, much like Witches often do they are destructive in whichever way that is that they have set up for themselves, just far easier and they dont need the arc of going through something particularly harmful to get to the point of lashing out or being that way like a Witch. They go straight towards the socially or physically destructive option without too much hesitation, often times on purpose to get the most results possible, and even when destruction in their wake wasn't on purpose or what they meant to do originally, its going to happen anyway; as unlike a Witch even an attempt to hold back the reigns can be detrimental. Prince is above all else an extremely active destruction class, whether they personally like it or not but they are not a passive person by any means nor any contexts, They are not Bards and dont just "let things happen" they are the ones actively going out of their way to make things happen. Most princes though accept it as it is and can understand this about themselves more than anyone in the room with them. Including if it means they can become more aware than anyone else that as a result of this, they might need to be self aware enough to not take the charge that they want.

The thing about Princes however, is that they don’t naturally Invert over time; They are stuck inverting on whatever aspect they are. If pushed with a set of beliefs they can be a nightmare, or given the right support, can destroy and be self aware enough to allow others to build from what theyve done.

Eridan was inverting into Rage big time. He lost every quadrant, his friends were beginning to be less sympathetic to him and he was progressively becoming more unstable as a result, not only was he losing Hope, he was letting his Rage and Fears and biases control him which lead to the destruction of his session- Him to kill Feferi, Kanaya, to want to join Jack as the only option. He was a history buff on conquerors and people in history who devastated others for their beliefs (His handle word of Caligula, comes to mind) , he liked weapons of mass destruction and even commissioned bombs and dooms day devices for anti-land dwelling purposes, as he fully believed in Seadweller superiority. And when push came to shove and he felt all hope was lost his first instinct was to not consider other options at all, not sit and think, but to immediately go for just joining the enemy. When disagreements occurred; he killed Feferi and Kanaya. This can be partially explained by him being a Violet blood, we know canonically the higher on the hemospectrum you are, the more prone to aggression and violence and even recklessness you are, however - this combined with the inherent nature of an untethered Prince caused some seriously obviously big problems. The fact hes a troll, just made traits of a general Prince millions times worse, as morality is different for trolls and he lost all his emotional anchors to pacify him, no moirail, no red mate and no kismesis either. Eridan, In the story, is very much a destructive prince as things progress; much like a monarch losing trust in all his subjects and slowly going crazy and becoming a tyrant, Eridan fits this structure perfectly for an unstable prince.

Dirk is our other main prince example.

Dirk is, actually not nearly as Chill as facade presents himself as. Which is something I feel some people get wrong about his character. Dirk is a VERY INTENSE PERSON, this is shown both in both versions of him as Bro and the Alpha Dirk. He mirrors Mind, someone calm, comes across as calculated, having all the answers and trying to make the best choices for the best results centered around actions and routes something could’ve logically taken; almost robotic. But in reality, his methods are very extreme - they aren’t always the best option for himself and others, they are self destructive in some ways, as his aspect is that of The self, the Heart. He can only really read his own mind and heart, not others, and it makes him skip steps to things and the solutions he needs for other peoples problems or what could help another person out. He tends to go too far.  He can be very impulsive and as we can sort of gather based on his relationship with Jake, he can be VERY passionate, emotional and was even called smothering if memory serves me right. This is because these sorts of things are all his true aspects traits put under what can be seen through destructive lenses. Dirk creates a Robot that looks like him in order to prepare Jake for monsters and other such fighting; This is not too dissimiliar to how Bro would fight Dave in order to prepare him for Earths Apoclopse he knew would happen due to his connection to a corrupted Lil Cal. Which yes Im aware people dont like to mention this part of things- Bro is definitely abusive, and due to the brainwashing from Cal, Im inclined to think it wasnt quite for the right reasons either. but Bro probably DID see it as the “right thing” to do. But like with everything else to do with Dirk, It was done in the most extreme of ways, and something not often discussed is how Dave’s own sense of “self” was almost destroyed by Bro, the aspect of Heart overshadowed Dave; Dave mimicked Bro, spoke “chill” like bro, fought like Bro, He wore glasses like Bro for the longest time; These are all signs of a Prince of Heart destroying another persons sense of Self or “Heart” actively. Turning things into themselves like a puppet cosplaying as Bro. Dirk was self aware he could be become like Bro if he didnt have his friends or people to really care about in his life to hit him with “whoa hey, thats a bit much dont you think?” from time to time. This because only Dirk knows who he really is. His truest inner self. Even if its knowing he can be toxic and controlling and way too impulsive or quick to jump the gun. Dirk knew he was capable of this. He knew his self obsession could become too much. Its why he masked it with a Mask of Mind. A cool guy facade. its why he held back his destructiveness.

The Aspect of Time, as stated by Hussie himself

Those bound to the aspect of Time are fighters, full stop. Their lives are often marked by struggle, not so much because fate has it in for them, but because they are fundamentally incapable of just accepting things as they come. They value action over passive acceptance, even if that may not be the wisest or safest choice. Don't try to tell a Time-bound to sit still and look pretty. They are very goal-focused, and tend to value the destination over the journey, and you won't find them making that journey in any traditional sort of way. To quote cheesy posters found on many a guidance counselor's wall-"impossible is just a word". If you need a miracle, they are who you call. At their best, the Time-bound are empathetic and relentless problem-solvers. At their worst they are ruthless, defensive, and impulsive.  

Time is all about literal Time, Timelines, The Past, The Present, The Future; but never specifically the events inside them, simply the concept of them and destination youve reached as a result of All of them combined. Its probably one of the trickiest to read as full classpects, as outside some key components of the characters and people tied to the Aspect, its actually very hard to decide what placements of traits or themes they have. Things I do know are: Time players enjoy a morbid fascination with the passage of time and how it effects things, animals and people and desire to keep things linear but rarely can on their own or the way they want, as keeping Time controlled is like trying to hold water in your hands while actively being inside the ocean. Aradia had archeology, Dave did taxidermy to dead crows and had an interest in Jarred dead animals and they both seemed deadset on preserving parts of time itself. We don’t know about Damara, but we know The Handmaid wanted to die due to her servitude to Lord English, but was never allowed to. She was given immortality and she herself was “preserved” for a purpose all throughout varying Timelines on repeat unti; her work was finished only for her life to start over and over again. This happens to Dave too; Repeated dying, crisises, etc until he got what he needed that being to protect time for his teammates to get out. Aradia also died on repeat and stayed dead in the past in her mind as a ghost. When revived shed embraced the unpredictability of living held as a result of time carrying on, She wanted to see how Caliborn would fuck everything up. "I mostly just want to see what happens when this place blows up". Preserving her memories of when she died till she could beat the shit out of Vriska out of revenge. Therefore I will say, a key theme of Time Players is the preserving of a point of Time and person who cannot let it go or refuses to. Caliborn is kind of the worst but he IS the Lord of it. Caliborn believes in machomen type stuff and aggressively bashing the clock because you want something in the future and absolutely destroying everything around it too to get it. Caliborns logic is "to hell with it! I'll get it just because i want it!"

If Space is the aspect of feminine energy and "motherly" or parental instincts of nurturing and protection and the things Calliope believed in and enjoyed such as Art and Creation - Space is stagnation, then Time is that of Masculine energy and being a brutal force of aggression to show you care without the affectionate types of care. Its keeping things in jars instead of keeping them in a cage to care for them. Time is absolute Chaos, but with no absolutes at all; there'd be far too many variables to account for to think you could really predict only 1 future. Unlike the Aspect of Light, which is linear and about only one type of future, Time is all of them; the good, the bad, the horrific and most dark and the absolute bests too.

Someone who destroys Time in others, who breaks timelines if set off on the wrong path and someone who acts the opposite of a masculine aggressive force of unpredictable chaos. All while acting on the surface like that of Space player; Cool, collected, parental, caring, nurturing. but whenever they do this, they are destroying the chaotic notions of time itself. A prince of Time is 100% a procrastinator, someone who thinks they have a bunch of time, but then gets distracted by sewing or a new art project and twio hours are wasted or, if put into a story context, they could intentionally divert time away from others and break timelines.

Theres actually way too much I could say on this. And I also cant think of many good examples of one either. But Princes of Time are hard to spot, its difficult to decipher if the chaos energy they have is gonna come from them poorly hiding their real natures due to their own suppression via acting more like a space player, or of maybe they are just a space player pushed to the wrong end of the cliff (space players can have no chill)

[whoree321]

the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you

each of the bad batch x gn!reader

ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind

ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh

so anyway

Hunter: Pretty Woman

this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last

first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex

second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time

he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it

the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread

after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)

he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead

he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)

hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty

Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You

if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre

maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love

and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You

he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked

he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick

(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)

he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them

will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene

(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)

when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit

Tech: 50 Shades of Grey

ok hear me out on this one

tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time

this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with

he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two

and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever

you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds

and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him

with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)

but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast

literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”

even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie

also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))

Wrecker: 13 Going On 30

of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick

like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it

this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game

his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30

i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)

wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)

he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house

he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them

wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3

Echo: The Princess Bride

i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie

pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.

echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently

he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest

even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley

like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup

literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)

when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)

he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits

every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”

every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain

echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you

Omega: Clueless

i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)

so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible

clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill

it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman

it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd

if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better

the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie

at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life

the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz

she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang

(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)

it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it

she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight

(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)

honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses

she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness

[cha0ticr0b0tic]

Izzy Brainrot, Part 5: neurospice

On the subject of masking:

It is, first and foremost, a survival instinct, to the point where it can be done subconsciously. We can see this “survival instinct” most obviously with Ed, because his personality is constantly in flux. He changes based on the social situation he’s in. Is there a “real” Edward Teach? To an extent, all of his various social masks are a part of him, but I think some are more authentic than others. Blackbeard, for example, is still very much a part of Ed. The Kraken, on the other hand, is very much a performance of unchecked violence – at the end of 1x10, we see Ed performing as the Kraken, then retiring to his quarters to sob his eyes out because he knows this isn’t him, not really. This performance is fucking him up and fucking him over and it’s devastating.

(Side note: in 1x10, Izzy says I serve Blackbeard and he gets the Kraken snipping off his toe for that. Was Izzy out of line? Undoubtedly. I’m not going to sympathize with him for being a dick. But, I do see Blackbeard and the Kraken as two separate entities. Blackbeard can run a ship with style and flair, but the Kraken rules with an iron fist and he’ll feed Izzy the rest of his toes if he mouths off again. Izzy wanted to serve Blackbeard, but he’s going to have to serve the Kraken until things get put right again.)

Izzy’s hypermasculine masking is also a survival instinct, probably developed very young and then affirmed through piracy, as I said. Ed reads as pretty damn neurodivergent to me (and many other fans here have said the same), as does Stede, to an extent – although I wonder how much of that is just him not knowing the social cues of piracy/being protected by gender & class privilege and not having the best grasp of the world outside his bubble. There’s a bit of a debate going on about Izzy being the unsympathetic neurotypical trying to keep Ed in line but CONSIDER:

Izzy is also neurodivergent.

Izzy who gets overstimulated during storms, who needs a routine to keep himself steady, who gets angry because it’s easier (and more socially acceptable, as a man and a pirate) than to be sad or afraid or whatever it is he’s actually feeling. Unlike Stede, who’s not afraid to cry or be openly afraid, to be as emotional as he needs to be in spite of all the childhood bullying, Izzy’s just angry, all the time. It’s a shield: if he believes his anger to be righteous and justified, he can be as emotional as he wants, in a socially acceptable masculine pirate-y fashion. The “oh my God” bit is hysterical, don’t get me wrong, but I think it’s really interesting how there are tears in Izzy’s eyes for a split second, then he checks himself and the final “oh my God” is filled with rage. Con O’Neill is really out here doing the most!! 

There is obviously a lot to be said about Izzy’s attraction towards Ed and Stede taking Ed away from Izzy. There’s a lot to be said about Izzy taking pride in his competence as a pirate and Stede cramping the vibe with his ship full of muppets. All of this is true but the big takeaway from this is that Stede Disrupted Izzy’s Routine. Plans Have Changed. Oh Fucking Fuck. To make matters worse, Stede is pulling Ed AND Fang AND Ivan into muppet-land so Izzy’s routine might as well be up in flames at this point and who’s steering the ship?

(Side story – a couple of months ago, my long-distance partner was visiting me and we were having a wonderful time being out and about until the bus schedule decided to betray us. We were supposed to go to a little get-together with some of my grad school friends but the bus was running late and therefore we weren’t going to make it to said get-together. I got super stressed about it and was totally thrown off and even though we made it back home and all that, there was still a shit-ton of anxiety that lingered. I was a mixture of anxious and frustrated and didn’t start feeling truly calm until a few hours later, after eating dinner and watching TV with my partner. We were able to salvage the evening – and grad school get-togethers are awkward as hell anyway, so we probably dodged a bullet – but I do not like it when my plans are thrown off, and am I projecting onto Izzy? Probably.) 

I was rewatching 1x02 and 1x03 the other day and Izzy is surprisingly chill (by Izzy standards, anyway) before Stede arrives. He’s doing typical pirate stuff with Fang and Ivan; everything’s going according to plan, but then Stede fucking Bonnet bests him and now Blackbeard’s all interested and – what? Izzy doesn’t want anything to do with this guy (oh EdWaRd, can’t I just send the BoYs) but Ed praises Izzy for getting things done Right and that’s that. Izzy’s always going to be rough around the edges, he’s always going to be a fighter, but Stede makes him truly pissed off. It doesn’t help that Stede’s a petty asshole to Izzy for reasons I can’t quite figure out yet. Could be anywhere from “Stede doesn’t like bullies” to “Stede wants to feel competent in front of this Real Pirate and so he’s overcompensating,” who knows? 

Stede, as the Gentleman Pirate, is 100% Stede. Stede’s openness, his authenticity, serves partly to highlight Izzy’s closed-off personality, the deep repression he’s putting himself through. Stede helps Ed learn to be softer, to take off some of his masks, but Ed doesn’t get rid of them, he still masks a ton when he’s in uncomfortable environments (see: the fancy party, which is all about ugly pageantry.) When he’s with Stede, though, Ed seems most himself. And Izzy’s still masked, because wearing the mask is all part of his own routine. Izzy thrives on routine and intricate rituals and I wonder who the man behind the mask is.

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Babysitting Bucky - Part 3

Pairing: FATWS!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,016

Summary: You’ve been assigned by the government to keep an eye on the Winter Soldier to ensure that he was no longer a threat to the world.

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THREE

It felt weird to be in the Avengers compound when you were literally a stranger to everyone who lived there. Not that there were many actually, only Sam and Bucky decided to stay there with Fury and Sharon dropping in every once in a while.

After the incident of the snap, most of the Avengers weren’t the same anymore. With Steve deciding to return back in time, Tony and Natasha’s devastating sacrifices, Clint retiring and no word on Wanda— it felt like a whole new world. Thor and Bruce weren’t active too, they were probably taking their breaks and maybe deciding to work on themselves after the toll of the entire ordeal with Thanos. You couldn’t blame them to be honest.

It truly felt strange, even to you. Moreso that the government still didn’t trust the new Captain and the Winter Soldier despite them being the only Avengers left to protect the world willingly.

You sat in the room assigned to you by FRIDAY, going through your files on the Winter Soldier as if you haven’t read them for so many times now.

Seargent James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes from the 107th precinct. A valuable member of the Howling Commandos turned Hydra’s best asset. Brainwashed into committing the murder of Howard and Maria Stark and responsible for plenty more assassinations.

You heaved out a sigh as you rubbed your forehead. No matter how many times you’ve read his file, you never failed to feel bad for the soldier. He had gone through so much and despite his successful recovery in Wakanda, the government still doubted him.

“Stop empathizing.” You told yourself as you kept your files.

You had a job to do.

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For the rest of the day, you worked on your reports and went on several conference calls with the government to discuss the situation. They didn’t tell you for how long you were supposed to keep an eye on the Winter Soldier, they just wanted you to report everything he does on a daily basis. You had plenty of questions to ask but decided against it. You’ll ask them when the time is right.

You slammed your laptop shut and was about to lay down to rest when a series of knocks interrupted you. Opening the door, you were surprised to see none other than Bucky.

“Sorry, were you busy?” He asked.

His voice was soft whenever he spoke, even when annoyed. It was something that you noticed upon arriving at the compound.

“No, I just finished my last meeting for the day. To what do I owe this visit, Mister Barnes?” You asked.

You could see the way Bucky cringed at your formality, “Are you going to be this formal the entire time?” He asked.

“Mister Barnes, may I remind you that I am here on a mission so yes, I will be this formal during my entire stay. So what brings you here?” You clarified.

“Sam and I are ordering pizza for dinner. Is that alright with you?” He asked.

“Oh.”

If there was something about your mission that you weren’t prepared for, it was this kind of interaction. You knew you needed to stay at the compound to keep watch and that tagging along with your subject during missions was required. But the in-betweens and domestication was a topic that was never discussed. It was awkward, so to speak.

“Uh, yes. Pizza is fine.” You responded and immediately cleared your throat when Bucky seemed to notice the discomfort you displayed.

He merely nodded, “Okay. FRIDAY will let you know when it’s here.”

“Of course. Thank you, Mister Barnes.” You said.

Bucky hummed, “I’m still hoping you’d stop calling me that.” He said as he turned around to walk away.

“Not a chance, Mister Barnes.”

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“Agent, the pizza is here. Captain Wilson and Seargent Barnes are in the kitchen.” FRIDAY announced.

You had just gotten out of the shower and was clad in a simple black shirt and sweatpants. You debated whether to join the two for dinner or to simply grab a pizza and eat it somewhere else. Sure, you were one of the US Secret Services’ best agents but that didn’t mean you always knew what to do. You had feelings too and right now, you were feeling confused and awkward.

Would it ruin their impression of you if you showed up in comfortable clothes? Maybe you should go change into a more formal outfit but wouldn’t that make you look stupid?

“Fuck it.” You huffed out and decided to go out as is.

You padded along the corridor and finally reached the kitchen. Sam and Bucky immediately looked up from their food and stared at you before glancing at each other.

“Well this is awkward.” Sam commented.

You cleared your throat, “I’ll just get a few slices and I’ll be on my way.” You said.

“You know you can drop the act, Agent.” Sam called out. “I know we may have started in the wrong foot earlier but if you will be staying here with us for a while, it’d be better if we become comfortable being around each other.” He said.

Sam had a point, you were aware of that. But your job demanded that you remain unbiased and comfort was definitely out of the cards.

“My only job is to ensure that Mister Barnes does his responsibility as an Avenger properly. That doesn’t require me to make things comfortable for the both of you.” You firmly explained before placing a couple of bills on the table.

“Thank you for considering me. But moving forward I would prefer if I’d buy my own food. It’ll be less awkward, am I right Mister Wilson?” You said, stressing your last sentence as you looked at the Falcon meaningfully.

Sam merely shook his head at your response, obviously displeased at the rejection. You quickly got a couple slices of pizza and placed them on a plate before walking away, feeling two pairs of eyes watch your back as you retreated.

This was going to be one hell of a ride. ---

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Promise Ring

Bakugou accidentally slips up amidst an argument with (y/n). The question now is, does he feel guilty? at all?

pairing: asshole!bakugou x fem reader

word count: 2.1k

genre: angst (i advise grabbing some tissues before proceeding with caution mwahaha)

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Whilst his hands held up the ring in the glistening light of the gradually rising sun, her movements halted, thankful she was mere seconds away from having the hot liquid in her mouth because she would more than likely be spluttering and coughing at the shock of what he had just said. Bakugou darted his eyes away from hers, because he’s embarrassed.

But then he’s just looking back at her again. Because he couldn’t not look at her. He licked his suddenly dry as hell lips, shrugging a shoulder.

“Fell for you hard and I don’t want this to just be some fling that we’ll get over in a few weeks.” The blush was rising on his cheeks and she found this self-conscious side of him adorable.

“Kacchan!” She kicked his shin under the table. “You’re asking me to marry you?” She asked slowly. 

“No!” He scoffed playfully, which soon turned into a laugh when she squealed out something along the lines of ‘Don’t look so disgusted! how was I supposed to react to that, huh?’  “I mean, you’ve had my dick in your mouth, I'd say we’re pretty committed at this poi-.”

“But you’re really not proposing?” She cut him off, not wanting to hear anything from his vulgar mouth anymore.

“Shut up.” He chuckled, mindlessly playing footsie with her under the table. “I’m serious about it though.”

“Marrying me?”

Bakugou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a smile played on his lips, “About how we’re past the honeymoon stage.”

“What’s that?”  Lifting her mug of tea for the second time, she finally took her first sip of what was always a good cup of morning coffee when made by someone else, specifically Bakugou.

“You know... That period at the beginning  of the relationship when everything goes well and is free of problems.”

“Aside from arguing whether the toilet seat cover should stay up or not?”

Bakugou smiled fondly at her. “Sure.”

Their grins were far too wide and cheesy for this early in the morning but the feeling of giddiness they felt inside was too much to conceal and, without any further word on the subject, the rest of breakfast was served so the two could quiet down their grumbling stomach like a proper non-fling-type couple.

(y/n)’s trying the ring on her fingers, and when it only fits on her fourth finger (like he’d hoped), Y/N’s looking back at him. “I care about you too.” She smiled reassuringly. “And to prove it,” She began, stabbing a portion of Bakugou’s food with a fork. “I’ll have this piece of your pancake, thank you very much.”

“Where’s the correlation?”

“I just wanted to steal some food from you, sorry.”

“You’re not very good at being sly, aren’t you?” Bakugou giggled, playing with the matching ring on his pinky finger. “ I just. I love you, you know? And, like. I know we’re still young, so it’s obviously not an engagement ring. I like to consider it a promise. Something to keep your finger warm till I get you a proper ring.”

//

“—so now what? You just wait for me to leave so you can— what? Cheat on me?!” Bakugou slammed his open palm down on the wooden table, eyes alit with a fury so strong that even (y/n)'s terrified because she's never, ever, seen him this angry before. She's had fights with him before, of course she has, they've been together for over three years, but she's never seen him this determined to win an argument– to the extent that if they were in a cartoon show, he'd probably have smoke puffing out of either side of his ears.    

But this is no time for her imagination to be running wild because she's pissed, too. So much anger flooded her veins that tears accumulating in the corner of her eyes are almost spilling out — that's the worst kind of anger.   

(y/n) gaped at him. “Are you fucking serious right now? I had one single conversation with that guy and and you— you think I’m cheating on you?!” 

And what's filling her with rage is that what they're fighting over is stupid, good Lord, it's so fucking stupid.

It started with (y/n) telling Bakugou about how she's finally found a dream, something to chase, because she's spent most of her life without having decided what to do for herself or wanting anything in her life. That dream involved her going to a school, outside the country, and that turned into a tiny misunderstanding, which blossomed into something else, followed something else after that, and then both Bakugou and Y/N were yelling at each other and calling each other names and it was all a horrible sight to see. Both of them have no idea what brought it on to this extent. All they're certain of is that they're pissed at each other and have, apparently, been pissed at each other for a long ass time.

Bakugou grinned. A grin that she loathed, because Bakugou’s grins are usually with mischief, with playfulness. Not this malice. He outstretched his arm on either sides of him, like he’s showing something off. “Well, I don’t see anyone proving me otherwise.”

She huffed, glaring right back at him. “What the hell is your problem?”

“What’s my problem?! What the hell is your problem?!” Bakugou yelled back at her, not even bothering to try to keep from shouting. He pointed out the door, “You were fucking flirting with that two-faced asshole right in front of me! You're the problem!”

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?! That was months ago, you've had that stupid excuse of a grudge on me ever since, huh?!" (y/n)'s eyes narrowed and crinkled – not in a way that Bakugou's used to seeing. "I haven't done anything wrong! All I've done is fucking been there for your stupid ambition to be the number one hero-

"Stupid? Stupid?!" Bakugou repeated incredulously, eyes widening as he quivered with anger. "I'd watch my words if I were you. This is my fucking life goal and something I want for myself that you're calling stupid."

(y/n) was nearly suffocating on her fury, her laugh void of any happiness leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "I am aware of what I'm spewing out. Your fucking dream was delusional and far fetched but I supported it, didn't I?! I watched every single match, patched up your hands when they bled from all that training, made you delicious bentos to fuel you up for the day – "   

"– And now you say it was all stupid," Bakugou laughed mirthlessly, glaring at her so hard that (y/n)'s knees start to tremble. "How romantic can this get?" He raised his voice, arms stretching out before clapping obnoxiously loud, "I hope shitting on your boyfriend's dream has given you some sort of satisfaction."   

"And you've got some nerve to pull all of this shit with me about suddenly wanting something for myself because I've met someone else and that I'm cheating on you," (y/n)'s lips tremble, her voice practically shaking with anger as she spoke, a finger going to point accusingly at him, "You're not my boyfriend. You're just one big hypocrite!"

"You fucking are, though!" His voice was laced with venom as he practically spat the words in the woman's face. "You're definitely planning to elope with some hunk city boy! I'm not fucking good enough for you, huh?!"   

And that’s— that’s the final straw. 

Relationships are about trust, and Bakugou obviously didn't fucking trust her. If he wasn't so much of a prick in how he reacted to her telling him her future plans then they'd probably be cuddled against each other, asleep, and Bakugou would be the first to start apartment hunting for her — for them, because he'd even move with her, since he knows he couldn't properly function without her.  

But before she even opened her mouth to inform him that she's done with this toxic relationship, he beat her to it, “Good thing I never fell in love with you, then.”

(y/n)’s face changed from cocky to puzzled then to heartbroken. As his words made her world crumble, Bakugou took pride in the sight of the bewildered woman before him, not planning to take his words back anytime soon since he saw this argument as a game of who can devastate the other first. And the prize was looking back on this fight one day and thinking, wow, I won that. It didn't matter what had been said and done in his book.

But (y/n) and Bakugou are two sides of the same coin; she simply wanted to have her point reach his end, so that they can both agree to put this aside and go back to their normal, non-fling-type couple selves.

“So all of this,” She motioned between them, interrupting his train of thought “meant nothing to you? You never even loved me?” She asked with what seemed to be a mixture of hurt and sadness but mainly anger. Before he could even blink, she was over hitting him on the chest with her tightly clenched fists, trying to let out her pain, “I hate you, you're the worst! You told me numerous times you loved me- that you’d never even make me feel like shit! What’s changed, Bakugou? Why can’t you love me anymore?” Her voice cracked, nonetheless she was smoldered with rage.

"Are you deaf? I said I never did. I was lying the whole time, whenever I told you that— that I did."

Bakugou took every hit she was giving him because he stood firmly on his feet, unnecessarily adding fuel to the fire, as if (y/n)'s miserable state wasn't enough to satisfy him — to drop his guard and tell her he wanted to take it back. That he wanted to say I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry, I love you, I didn’t mean to say that— but then (y/n)’s letting out a laugh that sounds so bitter, it made Bakugou flinch.

“Fine,” she breathed out, then she’s scoffing out another harsh laugh. “Then— we’re done. Wouldn’t want you to waste your time and effort in a relationship that you never thought was worth it. I don’t want to waste my time and energy being with someone who clearly doesn’t feel the same kind of love towards me.”

And she turned on her heel, ready to head straight out the door, purposefully ignoring the faint, “Wait, (y/n)—” from behind. Her opposite hand subconsciously grazed the promise ring she shared with Bakugou, and she realises something.

At one swift movement, she pulled at the said ring and threw it at him with more force than necessary. 

“What a fucking nonsense 'promise' that was,” She said out loud, and it rang through Bakugou’s ears, because he made a pathetic whining sound that's never been heard before, because this moment couldn't have a bigger emotional toll on him than anything else.

"Y/N, hear me out," he sniffled. "I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean an ounce of what I said. I know you're not cheating on me, baby, I'm sure of that. I was being a dickhead for that and I'm so fucking sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I love you, Y/N. God. I need you so much, and I was lying when I said I never did. When you're not with me, I'm not... me. And I just," he sighed, pulling the ends of his hair aggressively. "I'm sorry, I really am."

Y/N’s got a hand on the door handle, but there were fingers slowly wrapping around her other wrist. She yanked her wrist out of his hold like his touch burned, causing Bakugou's lips to shake. It's hitting him now, the fact that he's losing the girl he courted and spent so much time with. The girl who kept him wide awake at night because of how much she clouded his mind. Not to mention, the ring which symbolizes their commitment to each other, is being thrown away like it's nothing.

(y/n) peeked at him through her eyelashes, "Give me a break. I obviously don't have a place in your heart, you've made that painfully clear to me. So do me a favor and fuck off."

He very nearly heaved with his next breath. He held a hand up, ring between his pointer finger and thumb. “I meant it when I said I wanted to get serious with this relationship. I still do, and that'll never change. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, that you should be with someone— someone better in every fucking way possible, I want to be the one to marry you. That wasn’t a false promise. That was— that is the promise that I swear to God I’ll be keeping until my last breath.”

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“I don’t see how any of this is funny.” Marinette tried to sober her expression at Damian’s scowl but just ended up falling into another fit of giggles the second she and Chloe made eye contact again.

“You’re in the land of the Akuma Wayne. It’s either laugh or become a fashion disaster that terrorizes the citizens of Paris. Laughter is preferable, though Mari had to practically beat that lesson into me.” There was a bitterness in Chloe’s tone, aimed at herself, and Marinette reached over to rub soothing circles on the other girl’s back. No matter how many times they talked about it she couldn’t get Chloe to believe she’d changed. Damian actually scoffed.

“This villain of yours doesn’t scare me. Anyone weak willed enough to be taken over by a butterfly deserves what they get.” The devastated expression on Chloe’s face at that pronouncement shoved Marinette into protection mode. She put herself between the two and shoved her finger in Damian’s chest.

“Listen here you pompous jerk. I get you’re probably used to your family’s money and influence putting you above most common inconveniences. Let me assure you that it will do you no good if an Akuma comes for you. Turning Hawkmoth away isn’t a simple matter of willpower. And how dare you mock his victims. No one deserves to have their emotions used against them let alone be stripped of their free will.” As she was about to launch further into her lecture Chloe grabbed her from behind and pulled her into a hug. Damian just looked stunned. She had a feeling people didn’t stand up to him often.

“Please don’t get worked up over this. I’m certain I’d never forgive myself if I was what ended up getting you Akumatized.” Chloe’s words were soft enough that she doubted Damian heard them but it was enough to make her take a few deep breaths and calm down.

“I’m sorry, but you know I can’t just ignore something like that.” The only response she got was the arms around her tightening. Damian was still glaring at her.

“Just because you couldn’t resist his influence doesn’t mean others are incapable of it.” Chloe’s crush or not, she was about to eviscerate the boy.

“Mari’s never been Akumatized, but I used to be one of Hawkmoth’s favorite targets.” Damian’s face went completely blank. It was obviously not something he’d considered. Maybe he really did think wealth and privilege would protect people.

“There you are! Are you kids having a good time?” Marinette’s head snapped up to see Audrey and a man she didn’t know, but she assumed was Damian’s father by the physical resemblance. There were quite a few curse words running through her head and judging from how tense Chloe was, she wasn’t much better off. Even Damian seemed more stiff and she hadn’t thought that was possible.

“Of course we are Mother. Mr. Wayne, it’s nice to see you again.” The man smiled at Chloe and there was a genuine warmth to it that Marinette wasn’t used to seeing in affluent families. Granted, her only real examples were Chloe, Adrien, and Kagami’s parents so her view might be a little skewed. Okay, it was definitely skewed.

“It’s nice to see you as well Chloe. Did Damian tell you his big news?” The man seemed almost excited that his son was moving to another country. Odd.

“He did. It will be nice to have him around for more than a few hours. I’m interested to see how he acts when he’s not surrounded by high society.” Chloe’s words were met with amusement from the adults and an annoyed scowl from Damian.

“I’m trusting you to teach him how to have fun while he’s here. All the family’s efforts have been fruitless so you’re our last hope.” Damian shifted uncomfortably at the backhanded criticism and Marinette’s mouth decided to join in before her brain could catch up.

“Just because he doesn’t enjoy the things you think he should doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to have fun.” Audrey still looked amused but the man was frowning at her thoughtfully. Why did she always do this to herself?

“And you are?” She couldn’t get a read on his tone. It sounded far too neutral to be natural but she couldn’t tell if he was upset with her or not.

“This is the most talented protégé I’ve ever had, as well as my conscience in all things parenting that I never knew I needed, Mlle. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Marinette felt her face flush at Audrey’s praise. While it was true she’d called the woman out on the way she treated Chloe, she didn’t think it was anything special.

“I don’t know about all of that but I do love fashion and I hope to grow my brand.” Her mumbled words were delivered to the floor. Akumas she could handle. Bullies she could handle. Insane deadlines she could handle. Praise? Absolutely not.

“Don’t let her fool you. Marinette is modest to a fault but she’ll be a household name in a maximum of five years. Less if I can get her to agree to do fashion week.” Marinette winced and silently hoped that the subject would be dropped. This had been an ongoing argument for six months. If she did fashion week she’d have to out herself to the world and she absolutely was not ready for that. Only a handful of people knew that she was the designer behind Rising Up Fashion and she’d really like to keep it that way.

“She’s also Chloe’s girlfriend.” Damian’s words caused her head to snap up as she heard a shape inhale from Chloe behind her. She’d almost forgotten about that dumpster fire, but it had never occurred to her that the lie would reach either of their parents. Audrey’s face went completely blank as she took in the fact that Chloe was still hugging Marinette from behind.

“Girlfriend?”

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KSIGJICNRJCNEHCBD HELLO HELLO WELCOME TO THE HELL THAT IS KNOWING ZUTARA IS EVERYTHING AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AS SUCH !!!! wow i love that you are as angry as i was (and am every rewatch? yikes) this is amazing i knew you're my favorite but yeah wow man this really. confirms it whew high five

yeah it’s pretty wild how I knew this was what happened and was already bracing for it and yet STILL got completely misled by the narrative??? MEN I tell you MEN. I’m also going to use this ask as a method to reply to some of the other commentary if you don’t mind since this seems like a good place for communal frustration (here is my original post for anyone scrolling around lost)

@meg-hemmings: I agree with all of ur thoughts and I would TOTALLY read anything you wrote for Zutara … your writing is among my absolute favorite ever and I think you would write the Zutara dynamic so beautifully!

@one-man-propaganda-machine: I am - begging - you to write it yourself.

I... am not going to make promises, but I may have to. I want something very specific and that never bodes well for me. I doubt it would be more than a one-shot, but there are multiple scenes that could have occurred between episodes that would flesh out what was there (and of course I’d cut the final 15 seconds of the show, much like another epilogue I loathe and ignore)

@deifiliaa: omg atla discourse in 2021; olivie, i’d love to see what your character tier list looks like now that you’ve finished the series 👀

I’m going to put azula at the top. not because she’s a good person obviously but she’s FULL. OF. HITS. every time she’s on the screen the narrative gets immediately more interesting. she’s savvy and self-assured and I love it. her ending depressed me although I like that it was kind of about the loss of her two best friends? if that had been more of a focus I think I would have enjoyed it more but yeah, losing mai and ty lee could have been rightfully devastating. who among us is not totally obliterated by friend breakups. I also really loved uncle iroh; if anything that’s why I wasn’t invested in zuko’s storyline until close to the end, because watching him disappoint his uncle was very difficult (I get it, he’s a teenager, he’s growing and evolving and whatnot, but also I am closer to being his uncle than to being him so like, yeah). I also hope the peter pan revenge guy (JET that’s his name, sorry pregnancy kills my brain cells) did hook up with both katara and zuko. I love that journey for all three of them. I wanted more time with mai than we got, so there wasn’t quite enough there to love... but I was very down with ty lee interfering on her behalf. what a pivotal moment

of the core characters I think I was quickest to love sokka; the episode where he apologizes to suki and asks her to train him cemented it for me. I think it’s a big deal to show boys apologizing on-screen and owning their misconceptions. I like katara a lot—she’s what a lot of people do with fanon hermione. toph is also great, and part of me feels there is a strong basis for a ship with aang that balances their opposing energy, though I also like the idea of them being platonic besties. aang is... twelve. pretty much every time he was on the screen mr blake (a teacher) was like “man, aang is such a seventh grader,” so it was nice how convincing that was for his emotional journey, but at the same time it was hard to forget he was in seventh grade. appa and momo are STARS. I am sure I have mentioned this before but mr blake really loves animals and he was devastated by appa’s kidnapping; he hugged our dog for about ten minutes after aang found appa. after he decided I was zuko, he speculated that he is closest to aang but he’s not happy about it lol. “ugh, aang and I are such boring pacifists” was I believe his take on the subject

@libbynico, who for some reason I can’t tag: so true! katara was literally something like a mother/older sister figure to aang the entire time, but whatever

yeah, I think it really sucks that katara, as the emotionally nurturing character, felt shoved into the role of love interest. it’s everything wrong with the distribution of emotional labor in male-female relationships but sure, WHATEVER, apparently nobody thought to ask me in 2008

@touslesnoms: I liked “such selfish prayers” by andromeda3116 if you ever decide to read zutara after the series; the worst prisoner by emletish is super funny too

thanks for the recs! I will take them. I do want something very specific so I will be accepting recs until I find it lol. or until I lose composure and write it (yeah this is me WITH my composure, no wonder mr blake thinks I’m zuko, “I’m never happy” indeed)

@gaeleria: THANK YOU!!! Ugh omg that “I’m confused” kiss scene made me actively hate the ending. I knew ahead of time they were endgame, so I tried to make myself accept it early on. Like, I really didn’t like the pairing, but I wasn’t going to be emotionally invested in the romance and it was just going to be like, whatevs. AND THEN THEY WROTE THAT SCENE??! 1000% no. What was even the point of that scene? If they had written it to make Aang have some introspection and realize it’s not all about him, Katara’s feelings matter too, or even apologize, or anything… but no, there was literally no point to that scene. No character growth, it was never mentioned again. Ugh.

this is in answer to both you and beloved @zabbini: yeah this was a fuck-up for sure lol. I think it may come down to editing for time; the series is very irregularly paced, what with the majority of the action taking place in the final three episodes of a 16 episode season. or maybe it’s just because MEN CAN’T BE TRUSTED TO WRITE ROMANCE but either way yeah this was a real misstep and just truly, truly reeked of a particular (white) male attitude about how women think and what they owe. had a bad day, dudes? buy a gun, kiss your forever girl, do whatever you want and it’s fine! (I’m exaggerating but barely)

in terms of what’s so angering for me: a character like katara who previously had tons of agency was robbed of it when it came to her romantic arc, which is just really upsetting. and to be fair, I was equally upset when zuko instantly agreed to the agni kai with azula because it was like okay well katara’s extremely valuable, as you know, but now you want her to just sit on the sidelines...? (more of a story flaw than a relationship flaw, but my chest sunk a little at the idea that katara was going to sit by and watch as an accessory to zuko’s story when she’s a crucial weapon in their collective fight. what a waste, right?) 

it’s also especially hard to buy into the aang thing when zuko’s method of problem-solving on katara’s behalf is there for comparison. he asks her what she needs in order to find closure and then from there, does everything necessary to get it without having to be asked twice. versus aang, who is a twelve-year-old pair of rogue lips who never wins any of his fights without the aid of phenomenal cosmic powers...? ugh I’m getting off track but in the end there’s just a complete lack of understanding what female audiences want, though again, I don’t think they were really considering that at all. which I guess is... fair, it’s not the point of the show, but then why make the ending romantic at all? to show that their brand of hero gets everything he wants, I guess

in conclusion in 2008 I’m not sure the industry was capable of doing better, which sucks but isn’t surprising. still, it does fit the components of “stuff I write fics for,” which is I enjoyed most of it but find myself enraged by slivers I compulsively need to fix—WHICH IS STILL NOT A PROMISE but ugh I can already feel myself giving in 

[laddieseddiemunster]

Could I please have a smidgen of Star dating the (she/they) reader but still being cool with the boys and maybe you and Star kinda co-parent Laddie headcannons? Cuz lets be real, he's a little kid and he still prolly needs someone to tie his shoes when he wakes up at night 😞👉👈 if not that's literally okay, how ya doin?

Your wish is my command :)

and I’m doing well! how about you?

Star x Fem!Reader Co-Parenting With Laddie

when you first approached star, you assumed laddie was her brother. she was quick to let you know that he wasn’t, and that they had no relation. just friends. when star first introduced you to laddie he immediately brought you into a hug. he looked up resting his chin on your stomach and said “hi! i’m laddie! what’s your name?”

as time went on you became a third parental figure to laddie. at first the boys considered killing you, but soon realized that that was out of the question. laddie adored you and he’d be heartbroken. obviously so would star, but David originally wanted to kill you because you took star away from him. Now he can’t. So it’s safe to say david isn’t a big fan of your addition to the family.

even with the times laddie had no problem with you and star dating. you made star happy and you made him happy, so he had no reason to complain. when you and star go on dates, dwayne watches laddie so he doesn’t interfere with your alone time with star. laddie usually catches on. with a small cheeky smile on his face he’ll walk away with dwayne and say “have funnnn.” laddie’s not dumb. he knows what a ‘date’ means.

you found out their little vampire secret from laddie. it was his first time spending the night over at your place and once it was midnight you noticed laddie was not tired at all. in fact, he didn’t even yawn until it was six or seven in the morning. you ended up asking star why laddie wasn’t tired and she explained to you the situation. she felt terrible about not telling you before, and she was surprised when you understood. it made sense to you. the boys only come out at night, they stay away from mirrors, and at a specific time of the night they leave to do...something.

sure, laddie is a great little kid, but he can be a trouble maker. you lost count on how many times laddie has ran into where you work with one of the boys chasing after him because he stole one of their motorcycle keys (it would be dwayne’s, paul’s, or marko’s cause laddie wouldn’t dare steal david’s). “[name]! help me!” he yells as he’s running as fast as he could away from whoever’s chasing him. they’ve gotten kicked out so many times that they mine as well be banned from where you work.

laddie also has the tendency to sneak into your house at random times. you have no clue how he gets in without a key, but he does. one time he snuck in and saw you and star asleep in your bed, and he climbed on and slept in between both of you. neither of you knew when or how he got in but you didn’t complain.

besides dwayne, you and star are the only ones who know how to cook, and cook well. the boys don’t have a kitchen so they can’t really eat anything healthy. laddie doesn’t remember the last time he had something other than fast food. the only time you let the boys use your kitchen was when your house/apartment almost burnt down. you learned that paul and marko can’t be trusted with your oven. instead, you decided to make them all dinner. laddie had missed his biological mother’s cooking, but your cooking reminded him of it. he even preferred it over eating out.

another thing to realized was laddie didn’t have a lot of toys. all he had was a teddy bear that his mother gave him. so you decided to take him to a toy store with star. you had just gotten a bonus from your job and you chose to spend the money on toys for the boy. you told him that he could get five toys, and it didn’t matter what they were. unfortunately for you, laddie is a smart kid, and you ended up spending almost 400 dollars. there was one toy which was a robot that needed to be plugged in, and he was devastated when star told him they had no where to plug it in at the cave. luckily, you told him he could play with it whenever he came to visit your place, and he was happy again.

laddie loves it when you get him new clothes. he’s been wearing the same clothes for a while and he’s even getting sick of them. you and star will buy him a whole new wardrobe and he’ll love it, but he’ll still put on his leather jacket over his new shirts because the boys gave it to him. laddie loves pajamas more than anything since it’s uncomfortable sleeping in his regular clothes along with the jacket.

going back to laddie’s teddy bear he cannot sleep without it. it’s the only object that he has left from his mother and it means a lot to him. one time paul was doing his usual tickle attack on laddie and to distract paul he grabbed his teddy bear and started to hit paul with it, but paul accidentally grabbed the bear too hard and one of its arms slightly ripped. laddie had started to cry and paul didn’t know what to do. luckily, star knew how to sew, so laddie sat in your lap and watched as she fixed the bears arm. when the bear was good as new laddie hugged star as a thank you, and he didn’t leave her side for the rest of the night.

star loves laddie, and she isn’t afraid to stand up for him. if some older kid picks on laddie she will tell them off. laddie is the baby of the group and no one hurts him and gets away with it. if you and star gang up on a bully then watch out. david doesn’t give laddie too much attention, but when laddie gets picked on he’ll give the bully a dirty look. dwayne just takes laddie out of the situation, and will buy him ice cream to make him feel better. paul will tell the bully to back off, and he’ll take laddie away like dwayne. marko doenst care if it’s a little kid. his fists are ready to punch anyone who makes fun of laddie. it’s safe to say that anyone who picks on laddie mysteriously disappears. if you ask what happened the boys will just change the subject.

david at first didnt like you for taking star away when he was trying to win her over. he slowly started to accept you when he realized that you made star happier than he ever did. once he got to know you he started to notice that you weren’t bad to be around. you were a nice addition to the group even if he didn’t like you at first.

dwayne had zero problem with you. the fact that you took care of laddie when he couldn’t, or just whenever you had the time to was enough to win his trust. occasionally you both will talk while taking care of laddie. there isn’t much communication between you two, but there isn’t any drama either.

paul mainly likes you because you’re really nice to laddie and everyone in the group. paul likes to mess with you, but that’s just the way he is with friends. he’ll make fun of you and star for your relationship, but he actually really ships you guys. he just won’t admit to it. paul is a trouble maker, so i wouldn’t suggest riding on the back of his motorcycle.

marko never really had a problem with you. he never wanted to kill you especially since you’re friendly to laddie. when he talks to you he usually falls in the same category as paul. he likes to mess with you. but, at times he’s calm and easy to talk to and befriend. he’s also pretty protective. he’d beat someone up for you.