#which i will... i will.... i have so many things to deal with... my life will be So Different in a year...

[faiszt]

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pairing ⋮ 25’ superman x miss possessive!reader 𖹭 ꒰ meet her! ꒱⠀· wordcount ⋮ 3.0k · no warnings!

sypnosis ⋮ crossing paths in unlikely circumstances is more than just coincidence. there were many unanswered questions, mainly how he got to you and whether he got to you purely because he wanted to or if it was by chance, the answers weren’t clear enough, the only thing clear is that he saw you like no one else did, for what you really were and always will be. 𖹭

mai’s diary notes ⋮ i’m still kinda dreaming about her, i loved writing her so much and i’m so happy with the result. i’ve been having trouble with inspiration lately — probably ’cause of my anxiety — and writing about something i really enjoy is helping a lot. it might take a while for me to get back on track, but know that i’m trying this whole time. ‹3 see you soon, babs!

“METROPOLIS isn’t for naive people, it’s for smart people.” you’ve heard this phrase a few times. crush before you’re crushed, even in the most beautiful cities being a woman is a traumatic and clearly complicated experience, but thank god you’re not a man. men... some of them were so petty, so manipulable by a pair of nice tits and a puppy-dog-faced “please”, that’s why using them was never a big deal for you.

women were — generally — suspicious when you used your powers on them, especially if they saw a man in you. it was as if it didn’t work completely, sometimes it did, but it was uncertain, because they were always suspicious when you seemed too nice for nothing. that’s how you learned: act like a man, always want something in return. having powers didn’t make you a hero, that wasn’t the point here, superman was a hero, you were just someone that would do what was best for you. it’s not selfishness, it’s just common sense, you’ve lived this life long enough to know that people want control over what they don’t know.

men were stupid, but technically you couldn’t judge so much when you weren’t smart enough to predict that your shot would backfire when you thought it’d be a good idea to trick someone like lex luthor just to get a few things here and there. we’re not talking about expensive clothes, fancy heels or some of the paternal affection you were looking for in guys as troubled as you, you wanted luthorcorp weaponry, smuggle, and honestly, he was pretty easy to manipulate until he started to realize something was wrong after two months — when he noticed your appearance changing a bit depending on what he found attractive and, suddenly, you were looking like a certain superhero he claimed to hate.

you couldn’t run away from him for long, so you were caught and his plans involved studying you, really predictable, maybe finding out what makes you so good at shapeshifting and deceiving people? and if he doesn’t find it, well, what a shame for you.

“come on, lex! i can be your superman whenever you want me to!” he had trapped you inside a glass cage in the basement of somewhere, you had no idea, you just hoped you were still in metropolis, at least. your screams were successfully ignored, not by him, but by the guys who were watching you and seemed quite taken with you. “what? who are you seeing here? superman or jessica alba? i can bet on megan fox too.”

boring, at the very least, he probably wanted to beat you in tiredness and make you so bored to the point of begging him to take you quickly and do his bald nerdy things. which wouldn’t take long to happen given the fact that you hated spending a lot of time without saying anything or without being able to look at yourself in the mirror, that was really regrettable, that horrible glass barely reflected.

twenty minutes passed, you got tired of thinking, you had already started biting the inside of your own cheek. nothing happened, nothing changed, you could even sleep if you wanted, it wouldn’t make a difference and if you never woke up again, even better. but, of course, you couldn’t die that easily, nothing was easy, even death wanted something in return for taking you with it — and you were sure you weren’t going to die the second you heard a sequence of bangs. here he comes.

superman, in his finest, leaving those men unconscious as if they were nothing more than little dolls in the superhero game where he was the main character. you? the damsel in distress. damn, this time you had to admit that you needed help and that was horrible, deteriorating, sad and many other adjectives you wanted to include. asking for help was necessary, but no one ever said it was cool and it wasn’t, not for you who wanted to feel self-sufficient in all areas of your life.

“need a helping hand?” he asked — trying to be cool, trying to appear not as pompous as he really was, from outside the glass, to you he just looked awkward. you squinted and looked around, giving your best half-hearted smile.

“actually, no. i’m sure i can get rid of the glass myself, but thank you.” it was a bit of impatient sarcasm, not that you were that kind of person, but the situation already worried you enough when it was superman himself trying to save you from the hands of the guy who would, probably, sacrifice all the virgins in the world just to get a single hair of his. “sorry.”

he gave a low chuckle, almost amused by your lack of good humor, he wouldn’t blame you for not having it given the circumstances of being trapped in a glass cage like an animal. “yeah, fine... just step back a little, i don’t wanna burn you.” as soon as you moved away a little, he used his heat vision to melt the glass which, surprisingly, was a little resistant until it finally melted. the fact that it had been a little resistant seemed to worry him for a moment, but he snapped out of it the second you stepped outside. “did they do something to you?”

your eyes rested on the men passed out on the floor, then returned to superman. “no.” you replied before walking away to get out of that place before something even worse could happen, but he pulled you back by the wrist, gently, pointing to the other side.

“the exit is over there, i’ll take you.” he said, he wasn’t giving you a choice, the guy was a gentleman, you had to see it from that side. so, he slowly walked beside you, not touching or looking too much, not that you weren’t surprised to see superman in person, but... err, you weren’t a fangirl yet. “do you know lex? i mean, for you to be trapped in the basement inside a glass cage with his men watching you...”

something told you not to share so much with him, but before you could think about it anymore, you were already talking. “yeah, like that... we were really close, but he got upset with me and look what happened... so hysterical, isn’t him?” it wasn’t exactly a lie, wasn’t exactly the truth either.

superman wasn’t entirely convinced of your answer, mainly because you didn’t even look in his direction while you were talking and he didn’t need to think much to identify this as a sign. “funny, i heard about a smuggler... luthorcorp’s weaponry ending up in other countries across our own borders and the investigation gets nowhere every time.” he knew it was you, how could he not know when that was the hot topic in the daily planet?

“i’m not a smuggler, i just have an ease in dealing with illegal trade and sometimes, i use that to my advantage.” you commented, giving him a dirty look from the corner of your eye as if he had insulted you. “what? you’re working with the witsec and want me to hand over everything i know?”

despite your dirty look, he wasn’t really intimidated by it, just nodding. “i’m just saying that you should be careful, you really shouldn’t get involved with lex like that.” it was an advice, and a very serious one, you could tell by the tone of his voice that seemed to change. “today he just locked you in a cage, you don’t know what might happen tomorrow.”

you sighed deeply, feeling like you were getting a lecture from the father you never had, how cute. “well... if something happens tomorrow, i’ll scream until you show up to save the day, superman.” after that, he started to understand that you weren’t the really grateful type, you were the sarcastic grateful type, he had already imagined that.

“right... by the way, nice hair clip, fuck off.” he said, trying to be sarcastic or, at least, change the subject until you were safely out of that place that looked more like a sadistic basement that lex had created for himself. but, the words of the man beside you made you stop suddenly, looking at him with a doubtful expression, trying to make sure you had heard correctly.

this wasn’t supposed to happen, people saw in you what they wanted to see, what they found attractive to see in someone and not what you were actually wearing, like your stupid hair clip that said: fuck off. unless superman himself found this attractive, this would be quite a coincidence. “i’m sorry, what do you mean? fuck off?”

he was a little confused by your question, to him it seemed obvious why he was saying that, but to you it almost seemed like he had really cursed you when he was just talking about your pretty hair accessory. “your hair clip,” he said again, pointing to your hair. “it’s actually quite cute.” quite cute. this was new, almost scaring you.

“what color are my heels?”

“what? the color of your heels?”

“say it.”

it was such a quick dialogue that you almost gasped, pointing at your heels like an insolent child. it was a color that almost no one liked or found attractive, purely because you didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing exactly what you were wearing and you could make exotic combinations all the time. “moss green,” he replied, his eyes going from your heels to you, then back to your heels again. “it’s a pretty different color for heels, huh?” his eyebrows rose a little, he didn’t like moss green that much — which means he was seeing something he didn’t find so attractive and that means a problem, a big problem for you.

you looked down at the moss green heels on your feet, scratching the bridge of your nose nervously, okay, he was just seeing you as you really were, the first person — or alien — in years to see you as you always were. it was scary, you felt so small. “this can’t be happening now.” was all you could say before continuing to walk, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible.

his super hearing didn’t let go unnoticed the way your heartbeat suddenly raced, far beyond what was normal for a person who was only walking slightly faster than before, you were nervous, anxious. “hey,” he took a few quicker steps, going right after you. “you’re nervous, what’s wrong? do you need help?” was stronger than him, he just wanted to know.

“i’m fine, i don’t need your help.” you said quickly, cutting the conversation short. “i’m a smuggler, did you forget? you can take me to the police station or whatever now if you want, i’ll go first.”

your way of trying to stop him from getting any closer left him confused. you were definitely right, he should hand you over to the cops and let them take care of the rest, but that wouldn’t change anything when the investigation didn’t even have real, credible evidence against you — just to increase his suspicions about you being some kind of shapeshifter from the start. he himself just assumed it was you because there was no other plausible reason for a girl to be trapped like a zoo animal by lex luthor. “how do you shapeshift?”

his question made you almost stop in your tracks again, why would you talk about this with superman? you don’t even play on the same side, not for you. “it’s none of your business, mr. super.” it seemed like walking fast was no use when he could walk as fast as you to the point where you were side by side again.

“mr. super?” an amused chuckle escaped him. “you’re in a really bad situation with luthor and i can help you, not only can i, i want to, it’s simple, miss..." he stopped and read the only single word on your shirt. “ahm... possessive.”

miss possessive, couldn’t he come up with a less cheesy nickname? you had to snort softly, not wanting his help for anything in the world, it terrified you from the second you realized your powers were useless on him. “i don’t need help, i already told you, i can solve this on my own. besides, what do you gain by helping me? they might accuse you of something too and we don’t even know each other, so... don’t be stupid.”

some would see you as difficult, annoying, kind of unbearable when, in reality, you were just being purely realistic, even when the circumstances seemed as unreal as possible. he just wasn’t accepting it because he felt he had to do something, maybe it was his savior complex, or purely the innocent fascination of meeting someone who lived among personas like himself. “and you think i know all the people i save? i must’ve saved people who do much worse than you and that’s not a point to be discussed right now.” he was a hero, you couldn’t take the heroism away from him. “does it make you feel better if i ask for something in return or are you going to try to kick my ass?”

he didn’t convince you in the slightest, but it made you let your guard down a little, looking at him appraisingly, as if you were waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. “we can play the witsec thing, tell me what you know about lex’s projects. you smuggled his weaponry, you, at the very least, know a lot that no one should know and know how to use the knowledge you have to your advantage.” he suggested. “you have the chance to do the right thing if you want, but... i’m not pressuring you, you can think about it.”

he had this nice guy thing about him that gave you this weird feeling that you should trust him with your life and it felt wrong to trust someone who saw you in a way that was almost like seeing you naked — even when you were fully dressed. why? it was a mystery, his kindness almost seemed false, it made you insecure not knowing if the falseness came from him or from your own conscience that didn’t know how to deal with the lack of ulterior motives.

“we should get out of here first.” was the most you could say, mentally cursing yourself for not even being able to think of a minimally decent answer. he agreed, looking around before following you out.

it was a silent walk until he took you through where he entered, it was an old, half-abandoned place on the outskirts of the metropolis. you hadn’t seen it before, but after your brief experience there, it definitely didn’t feel so cozy. “your only option is to come back with me,” he warned as the sun’s rays touched your skin after what felt like a few days of not feeling it. “flying.”

your eyes — which had previously been slightly closed by the light — opened, staring at him with a certain dread. “i pass, i can walk back with my own pretty legs.”

afraid of heights, he thought about chuckling, but held back. “oh, great idea, you’re going to get caught again before you even got to town... but, yeah, go ahead.”

a snort escaped you, scratching your neck lightly as you tried to think of any option that would be better than accepting him flying you back to the city. unfortunately, he was right, there was no other option. “just don’t knock me down from up there.” there was clearly fear in your voice, but in the end, you barely saw what happened.

it was so fast that it almost seemed like it hadn’t even happened. you felt the ground leave your feet and closed your eyes, the adrenaline of a roller coaster all over your body, until you were back on the ground in any parking lot within the city. you didn’t even have time to scream or think that you would fall if he let go of you, it was just... so fast, you barely felt how he pressed himself against you to hold you in his arms — not that you wanted to.

“safe and sound.” he took a step back, making a normal distance between the two of you after the brief flight he took more than once a day.

but, you didn’t keep trying to play things off with him, you just got straight to the point again. “how do i know you won’t turn me in after i tell you what i know?” seemed bizarre to ask superman that question when so many people idolized him to the point that they would easily tell him their worst secrets if he asked them about it. “i’m not going to give you all my cards just because you’re superman, let’s be real.”

“well, fair enough.” he duly agreed, thinking quickly before speaking again. “i’m not asking for everything, we can have a deal, you tell me what i deserve to know.”

your doubt only increased, without even understanding what that meant. “i’m pretty sure i didn’t understand a single word you said, tell you only what you deserve to know? seems like reverse psychology.”

“let me explain,” his long fingers brushed his own chin. “i’ll do my best to keep you safe while you think about it, and when you think i deserve to know something, no matter how small, i’ll be all ears. seem fair to you?”

it seemed like he was kind of stupid, the kind of offer that seemed almost too good to be true when you could just never tell him anything or just tell him lies. though something in you was reluctant to deceive him. “it seems fair, but that’s still not a great guarantee that you won’t use all of this against me later, besides the fact that you see me... as i am.” your tone left him a little uncertain about where you stood in knowing someone saw you as you really were, you looked perfectly normal to him.

“i’m protecting a smuggler who used to date a guy who’d love to torture me, i think we both don’t have many guarantees here.” your expression darkened when he mentioned that fake-ass — for you — relationship with lex luthor that you should’ve thought better of before letting happen. “there’s no way what i suggested could be worse than what could happen to you if he finds you again.”

there was the lack of options again. for someone who always explored every possible option, you were living something you had almost never experienced before. “fine, guess we have a deal, mr. super.” you had to give up, which wasn’t exactly fun, but necessary.

“nice doing business with you, miss possessive.” he smiled sweetly as if he had just won a prize, squeezing your hand in his. if it weren’t for the cheesy nickname, you might’ve even found him cute and remarkably attractive. “yeah, i guess i have to go, but... i’ll keep an eye on you.”

you nodded, still thinking that this whole meeting and sudden alliance were probably the most random things that could happen in your week. “of course you will,” you muttered. “next time you can tell me your real name.”

the suggestion made him shrug, considering the possibility. “yeah, maybe, if you don’t get into trouble until then.” he added. “just stay alive and i might decide to tell you my life story. that’s your mission now.”

“stay alive to know superman’s real name... okay, i get it.” it wasn’t blind trust in him, wasn’t even genuine trust, but at least, someone was trying to protect you, whether it was true or not, you weren’t so lonely anymore. the weird thing was having to put your faith in a superhero, like a kid again.

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[honeytonedhottie]

how to stack ur pretty doll dollars⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💵🎀

a lot of us grew up thinking money was the root of all evil and that money was something that was stressful, selfish and vain. but u need to change the narrative, money is freedom, power, and pretty once u stop fearing it. this is how im stacking my pretty doll dollars…💬🎀

WHAT IS YOUR VISION ;

what are u stacking ur doll dollars for? for luxury? for freedom? security? sometimes its a mix of a whole bunch of reasons but just jot down a couple reasons why stacking ur doll dollars is IMPORTANT to you. its easier to stay committed to a goal when u have a reason.

journaling and creating a vision board can help you visualize ur goals and bring them to life. as someone who practices the law of assumption, the way that u talk and think about a specific thing is how you'll continue to experience it which is what i'll touch on a bit more in this post.

once you've created the vision you'll need a budget to match the vision, not just the bills that ur dealing with in the current time. think "the bigger picture" what are we working towards. and budget not to restrict but to give every doll dollar a job which is what we're talking about in the next section.

GIVE EVERY DOLL DOLLAR A JOB ;

make a cute budgeting page on ur notion or find a cute budgeting app/spreadsheet with pretty pinks and creams and something that totally matches ur vibe. if something is pretty to look at i feel like im 99% more likely to use it and i'll enjoy working in it more.

create cute categories for funds to put ur money into. think of every dollar as an employee that is here to work FOR you and your dreams. make categories that are suited to you. some of my basic ones are :

weekly fund (what i have to spend during a week)

business fund (what i invest into either my business or put into different things like stocks, real estate, dividends and the money that will work for me)

glam fund (a non-negotiable for me, the money i put aside for my maintenance for my beauty)

savings (i don't keep my money in a regular savings account because most reg savings accounts don't earn very good interest, instead i put my money into a HYA or high yields savings account)

i use betterment for my high yields savings account because theres no minimum deposit so you can start with literally $5, AND betterment has an interest rate of 4% which is really good…💬🎀

WEEKLY MONEY RITUALS ;

have a day where u have a money check in. light a candle, open ur planner and go over spendings and savings and all things like that. track whats going out and whats coming in and whats growing for you without fear or anxiety bcuz everything works itself out for u and ur literally abundance personified. (thats the kinda mindset we need to have towards money)

check if ur making progress with ur goals, if what you're doing is effective and do some research too! part of being a doll who stacks her money is staying educated so keep urself in the loop and take knowledge bcuz it's so important.

KNOW YOUR SPENDING POWER ;

i won't get tewww into this because i have LOADS of content about shopping smart and intentionally but i'll reiterate cuz it is TRUE. buy what lasts. don't go for the cheap shit cuz in the long run it won't last, don't buy knock-off, time ur spending strategically for sales so u can get the most for your dollar.

ask yourself, will this add value to my routine? is this on brand for me? do i really actually want this? practicing delayed gratification is always a helpful tool. to save for luxury instead of impulse hauls.

DREAMY INCOME STREAMS ;

get ur moneyyyy girl. there are literally so many ways that u can make money and making good money does NOT have to be hard either. u can make content, u can babysit, u can start an etsy, u can sell digital goods and SO much more.

monetize on ur talents, look around at ur resources. what do u have RIGHT now that u can do something with. bcuz stacking ur doll dollars doesn't mean overworking urself, it doesn't necessarily even mean working rly hard. it means working SMART.

SAVE SMART ;

on ur banking app, automate ur savings so it grows on autopilot. i've already gone into why having a high yields savings account is more fruitful than a regular degular savings account. another way to save smart is with a savings challenge. for example putting aside $5 a day to ur vacation fund. treat saving as pampering ur future self and making sure that shes good and doesn't have to worry about anything.

to close off : u don't need to be wealthy to think like ur wealthy. ur supposed to have the mindset before u have the bank account to match. keep ur thoughts in check, stacking ur doll dollars is about control, confidence, MINDSET, and creating a life where you're comfortable one pretty girl coin at a time…💬🎀

[ganondoodle]

been rotating in my mind that we never really get to see Tenna like ... as he would be under normal circumstances (the only time would be in castle town and thats like ... a few lines of dialog that dont say much about anything), considering the amount of pressure he must have been under he kept it together for a pretty long time imo

he hadnt been watched in so long the TV wasnt even plugged in anymore, he didnt know about Dess being missing instead of just not coming to visit, about Asriel leaving for college (so what does it mean for a darkner like him to be unplugged in the light world? bc hes very very afraid Kris will do it again if he doesnt go along with whatever they wanted- which we dont know if it was the same as what the knight wanted- and doesnt know things he likely should have otherwise, is it like sleeping? like a coma? near death??)

it must be nightmarish for someone like him who really seems to live for being entertaining- he has to do whatever the knight wants him to do bc he thinks this is his last chance at ... live really? yes he was told, as per his own words, that if he goes along he will get to have an audience again (how could he refuse that?) but i dont think he was fully oblivious to the knight just straight up killing him if he doesnt, and, whether it was a coincidence the knight was there right in that moment or not, the second he turns against the deal with it he gets cut to pieces!! and only survives if you got all the recruits, otherwise hes jsut left to die somewhere in the darkworld and with the deal with Kris he mentions, assuming it was a different one from the knights, it would mean he had two different deals with both awful or deadly consequences going on at the same time if he didnt (its possible that Kris told him what to do in the knights place and their threat was unplugging him so the knight showing up and killing him would have been unexpected STILL he even says he knows its not what the knight wants him to do when you beat him peacefully... things to consider)

seeing as Toriel does throw him out like garbage that too would be a pressure point, not actively doing anythign isnt an option bc being thrown out would also likely result in death for an old CRT TV (it also fucks me up knowing that if he survives and you dont get him to castle town right away he gets thrown out of the house into the rain but if you let him die or kill him Toriel just kinda ... keeps .. essentially his corpse around???? what??? what a nightmare)

dont even think we can tell that he has always done shady things and contracts bc i can imagine it also being an effect of the pressure, putting on a show and having to keep it going for so long (as it seems like it wasnt planned to keep going that long, sure he himself doesnt want it to end either but the knight also didnt show up until hes literally at his wits end), scrambling to put all this together on short notice isnt an easy thing to do and you would need as many hands as you can get by any means necessary-

and then being left behind as everyone leaves bc he cant keep it together anymore?????????????????? being abandoned being one of his greatest fears????????? (including spamton btw!! more abandonment issues!!!)

(this isnt a uwuw he did nothing worng everrr post, i just like thinking about the reasons behind characters actions and i just ......... i dont think you can judge his character all that well when the majority of what you see of him is him at his most desperate, literally afraid for his life and losing everything he was afraid of losing!! !)

[leonalovesalot]

Everybody loves you, but nobody likes you

RafeCameron x Reader

In which Rafe and JJ get into a fight that escalates—landing Rafe in the hospital. You’re the only one who cares enough to check if he’s okay.

wc: 3.8k

My little offering to @zyafics 's MRGA campaign! I think it's such a great idea, and I love all the works coming from it <3

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“Wait, what happened?” Your words cut through the chaos that glommed onto the pogues.

JJ grabbed the ice pack from Pope, and placed it on his jaw with a hiss. He nodded to Sarah to respond to you.

“JJ and Rafe got into it again.” She said bluntly, like it was an everyday occurrence that shouldn’t be met with the shock that you possessed.

You shake your head quickly. “No- no. The part about the bat.”

“Oh, that.” JJ chuckles sadistically, “yeah, I hit him with a bat— right over the head.” He pointed to the back of his head.

Pope chimed in, “it was a long time coming too.”

You stood there with your eyes widened. “Isn’t that a little too far? I- you guys usually use fists, not weapons.”

Everyone turned to face you with identically confused looks. What were you on about? What did you feel? Concern? Disapproval? Why? It’s Rafe. He makes the pogues life a living hell, and though you’re not a pogue, you still detest his behaviour.

Your relationship with Rafe wasn't complicated because, well, it didn’t exist. The two of you knew each other like all kooks kind of know each other. Nods at parties and waves at the wreck. Nothing more. You were always closer to Sarah because she was your age and Rafe was just her older, short-tempered, brother. You stayed out of his way as he seemed like the guy that loathed everyone. But what you didn’t know was that, out of all of Sarah’s friends, he liked you the most. Nothing crazy— not like he bending over backwards for your attention. But, he did sometimes feel a little fuzzy when you’d acknowledge him.

“What’s the big deal? Are we forgetting about the time he and Top literally hit Pope with golf clubs?” Kiara brought up a good point and you felt bad that you had kind of forgotten about that.

You clumsily respond, “that wasn’t to the head. And it didn’t land him in the hospital.” Satisfied with your reasoning, you shook your head and grabbed your jacket and keys, ready to leave.

Pope scoffed and JJ stared at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Can’t believe you’re taking his side.” Pope commented under his breath.

It made you stop in your steps. “I’m not taking sides— I’ve never been on any side ever. This exhausting rivalry is childish, and it’s making everyone act like fucking murderers.” With that, you left.

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There weren’t many thoughts in your mind as you drove to the hospital. If there were, you would’ve turned around and went home because why in the world were you going to see Rafe? And why was this making you so emotional? Maybe it was due to the substantiality of a hospital. None of these petty fights ever ended in the sirens and stretchers. None that you knew of, at least.

"Name?" The receptionist asked you through a yawn.

You state your name and nervously tap your foot. It was weird. The whole night was weird. You weren’t really sure what you wanted with Rafe, but every time your mind flashed to the image of him lying alone in a hospital room, clutching his head, your worry felt justified. Checking in on him just seemed like the decent thing to do.

This Pogue-versus-Kook war had gone on long enough, and if no one else was willing to cross the line, you would.

"What's your relation to the patient?" she asked, typing away at her computer, unaware of the unintentional difficulty of her question. What’s the word for two people who grew up together, but were also technically strangers?

"Does that matter?" You cringed as you asked.

Her fingers paused on the keyboard and she looked at you with an arched brow. "Ma'am, we have a lot of foot traffic at this moment and Mr. Cameron hasn't informed us of the arrival of any visitors. So, if it isn't pressing, I suggest you come back tomorrow— or see Mr. Cameron when he's discharged—"

“Girlfriend!” You panic and chirp, "I'm his girlfriend."

It felt unnatural to say but it was the only thing you could think of. Sister was out of the question and it wasn't like you could pass as his Mom.

You expected her to call your bluff and send you off, but she was... surprised?

"Oh? Is that right?"

Your brows furrowed as you racked your brain, trying to make sense of her reaction. Rafe was popular—successful with the ladies, too. Sure, the relationships didn't last long, but he never left a party alone.

"Yes," you nod kissing your teeth, "that is right."

She shrugs and continues, "it's just unexpected, that’s all." Leaning over to hand you a visitor tag, she mumbled, "I guess there really is someone for everybody."

"What does that— why do you say that?"

"You tell me. Mr. Cameron was brought here after brawl, that he most likely initiated. He rode the ambulance alone and no one, besides you paid him a visit." She added, "not even his parents."

Your lips parted at her words. It was kind of upsetting when she put it liked that. You swallow, "they're busy, probably."

“No parent should be too busy for their child — especially when that child is in the hospital with a concussion.” She left you with those heavy words and pointed you towards Rafe’s room.

When you reached his door, you paused before knocking— afraid to be faced with anger and rejection. This was Rafe after all. It's not like he was some well-adjusted guy who had no issue showing vulnerability. No, this was the guy who drowned his sorrows with alcohol and drugs. To top it off, he knew you were JJ's friend. Would he hate you just by association?

"I can see you standing out there." His slurred words make you freeze.

With a deep breath in, you entered the room. When his eyes met yours, surprise flashed across his face. He couldn't tell it was you from through the door. His vision was a little blurry too, so that didn't help.

"Hi," you offered weakly. You stayed standing at the doorway with your hands clasped in front of you.

"Y/N?" He adjusted with a groan as he sat up. "I don't get it. Why're you here?"

Okay. He wasn't immediately throwing things at you to kick you out of the room. There was no anger in his voice, or rejection in his tone. Just pure curiosity. You could handle curiosity.

"I heard about what happened." You kept it brief and decided not to mention JJ for now. You knew that people with concussions shouldn't be stressed out, even in the slightest. And you're pretty sure that just the mention of JJ's name would cause smoke to come out of his ears.

After a few seconds he just uttered a, "so?"

You blinked at him, unsure how to respond. “So… so I wanted to see how- how you were.”

He raised his arm to gesture at himself in a how-do-you-think-I-am sort of way, but stopped when a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. He grunted. “Wish I could say ‘you should see the other guy,’ but today, the other guy is me.” His words were bitter, but his face told a different story—a faint curl of his lip. Barely there. But you didn’t miss it.

“Well,” you slowly walk into the room and stand at the foot of the bed, “you win some, you lose some.”

He clicked his tongue as a flicker of anger returned, making you regret not changing the subject when you had the chance. “Yeah, and I intend to win the next.”

His words were met with silence. It’s not like you were going to agree with him, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to disagree as that would lead to an argument. He’d always had a short fuse. His emotions controlled him and, although, you could relate to an extent, Rafe often took things too far.

Even though you stayed quiet, Rafe began to explain himself. “I was lying there, on the ground, while JJ was being carried off by his friends. No one rushed to help me, y’know? Not even my own sister. You realize how shitty that made me feel? Like I was worthless or something.” He turned away from you to look at the window, but you didn’t miss how his eyes blinked rapidly to push down his tears.

All you could do was nod. Not in agreement, but acknowledgement.

He continued, “If you were there tonight, who would you have helped?” His eyes met yours again, filled with desperation—like he just needed someone, anyone, to say they cared. To say he meant something to them.

But you couldn’t give him that, because he was in the wrong. And you wouldn’t be convinced otherwise. You settled on saying, “probably the person who didn’t start the fight.”

He takes in a shaky breath, “oh, so- so JJ.”

You didn’t nod. You didn’t move. Just tried to shoot him an apologetic smile.

“What if it was the other way around?” Rafe questioned again.

“Then I’d help you,” you paused and chuckled lightly, “and scold JJ.”

He mirrored you and weakly laughed too. “Is that why you’re here then? To scold me?”

The mood was lightening so you mentally patted yourself on the back for being the reason. It was eye-opening too because, in your head, Rafe was this belligerent tornado. And maybe it was the painkillers or the concussion, but right now he was being sweet. It made you wonder whether the Rafe you knew was just a persona— a mask he wore to stop others from getting close. And this Rafe was really him underneath it all. A little shy. A little insecure. And very cute.

“I was… but then your concussion ruined my plans.” It was very obviously a joke. However, it did have you facing the sudden realization that you came all the way here because you were worried. About him. Rafe.

Another chuckle escaped him. “Hm… that’s disappointing. I would’ve loved to see you really lay into me.” His smirk, this time, was more clear.

A chill ran up your spine. It was interesting how even after getting hit in the head with a bat, Rafe couldn’t stop himself from attempting to flirt with you. He’d act like this for anyone. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Be careful what you wish for,” you snicker, trying (and failing) to sound smooth. “I can be really scary.”

Rafe adjusted on the bed to lay down again. He rested his head against the pillows to get a little comfortable. When he found the right position, he patted the small space on the bed next to his thighs, inviting you closer. Your eyes widened momentarily because you weren’t sure if you were reading him right. He noticed and softly nodded.

So you walked over to the bed and almost stumbled in doing so. Almost. Sometimes when you thought about yourself and exactly what you were doing, you’d make mistakes. And the way his eyes followed your every step only made you more nervous. This was Rafe, your thoughts kept screaming. You’d barely ever had a conversation this long with him. And now that you had, you didn’t want it to end.

When you took a seat at the edge of his bed, he shifted his legs to give you as much room as he could. You pursed your lips and scooted a little further. When you’d imagine how you looked from outside your body, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Rafe laying down, and you sitting with him. Like you were actually his girlfriend or something.

He hummed in satisfaction. “You don’t look so scary up close.” His voice was quieter—not because he didn’t want you to hear him, but because he only wanted you to hear him.

"Thank you." It was the only response you could think of, so you nodded and avoided his gaze. "I guess."

Rafe enjoyed you. Your words, your voice, your mannerisms. The comforting presence you carried that made him all soft. He always thought you were too good for everyone. Not in a snooty way, but in a moral one. No one had anything against you. Except in the recent years with your switching sides and all.

Growing up, you stayed in a little bubble that only had room for Sarah— never branching out due to your introversion. But when one day Pope offered to explain a vector multiplication question to you, you had an itch to befriend him. And so you did. After that, he introduced you to the others, and they took a liking to you too. Since then, you were all joint at the hips.

This all hit Rafe at once, and he couldn't stop his expression from twisting into a scowl. You didn't notice though— too busy hoping he couldn't see the faint blush rising on your cheeks.

It was like a switch was flipped, and he couldn't stop himself from ruining the perfect moment. "You shouldn't be friends with them." He said with slight disgust in his voice.

Your brows furrowed and you snapped your head to look at him. "What? Who?" For a moment you existed in a world where Rafe was just a person who happened to be injured. But Rafe wasn't just a person. He was a kook too, and it seemed like he'd never let you forget that.

"The pogues— fucking JJ." He spat bitterly.

You sighed, exhausted. "Why does it matter to you, Rafe?" Your eyes stared down at your hands in your lap as you mourned the peaceful conversation that ended too soon.

"It matters because you're not one of them. They- they're dangerous. You really wanna be friends with someone who goes around bashing heads in?" He wanted to grab your chin and make you look at him.

"JJ's never done that before." You mumbled.

A sharp scoff makes you flinch. "That doesn't mean he won't do it again! And the fact that he thinks he got away with it this time..." Rafe shakes his head as his voice trails on, "I'm gonna have him locked up just like his Father."

That was the final straw. Without hesitation, you stood up with the intention of leaving and never turning back. There was a reason no one gave a shit about him being in the hospital.

This was a waste of time.

Shock and panic consumed Rafe, and any contempt he held for the Pogues vanished instantly. His body moved before his thoughts could stop him—he sat up and reached forward, desperate to clutch you and keep you there. But the pain you’d distracted him from ripped through him, pulling a strangled groan from his throat. What hurt worse, though, was how you didn’t look back.

"Wait- wait, Y/N." He was breathless. Helpless.

Something about the sound of his voice made you halt in your tracks. "What?" You asked with your back still turned to him.

"Stay," he choked out. "Please."

It wasn't enough. You looked down and chewed on your lip deciding what to do.

Rafe realized he'd do anything to get you to stay— beg you even. And he didn't understand why or even how he felt this way. "Sorry. I just— sorry." He sounded defeated, but sincere.

Apologies didn't mean much to you if there wasn't some change in behaviour to accommodate them. However, you knew Rafe would rather jump off a cliff than admit to his mistakes. So this was a big deal. A big step.

You swallow and turn back around. Rafe visibly looked relieved which had you feeling a little funny. Walking over to his bed, you took a seat again. But not next to his thigh, like earlier, but a lot further down. He felt a sting and had to remind himself that at least you stayed.

You cleared your throat and took the silence as an opportunity to change the topic. Not that you still weren’t upset with him. But there was no point in beating a dead horse. “Do you know when you’ll be discharged?”

Rafe was grateful for how quickly you were able to shift the conversation back to how it was— before he fucked it up. “I'm here for overnight observation, they said. I’ll go home tomorrow.”

You nod at his words. “That’s nice.” Playfully you add, “I’ll get to reprimand you sooner than I thought.”

He laughed, this time more obviously like he wanted you to know you made him happy. It felt a bit like he was overcompensating, but you found it endearing. He wanted to respond and say something like I don’t mind as long as I get to see you again or you’re the only one I’d let do that, y’know? But the words got caught in his throat. And he had a feeling it was for the best because, again, you were too good for him.

“Do you ever miss your old life?” His question surprised you.

“My old life?” You tilted your head.

“Yeah." He nods and runs his tongue across his lower lip to make the chapped feeling go away (you felt ashamed for staring). "I used to see you at the parties— not just mine, but also Topper's." He paused. "Sarah always followed the action, and you always followed Sarah." He chuckles lightly, remembering you back then. He’d see you at those events and almost feel sorry for you—how out of place you looked. It was quite adorable.

Your mind flashed with images of those nights. The nights that turned into mornings. The walk back up your driveway as the sun climbed over the horizon behind you. It was all fitting for the carefree high schooler that you were— keyword being were. When you got to university, you no longer felt the need to pretend to be that person. You enjoyed the quiet. Nights spent with the pogues, sitting around a fire and laughing, was the perfect way to spend your time. You wouldn't want it any other way, and sometimes you wished you'd found them sooner.

"I miss being a teenager, sure. But the rest of it— not so much. I think I'm finally content with where I am and, although you won't be pleased to hear it, I owe a lot of it to the pogues." You smiled softly at the answer.

Rafe felt an unexpected pinch of jealousy at your answer. He wondered if he'd ever had that sort of impact on anyone. If he'd ever changed someone's life for the better. But he came up short.

You noticed Rafe was in his head. He didn't respond to you, so you hesitantly returned the question. "What about you?"

He snapped out of his depressing thoughts, and quirked a brow at you.

You continue, "are you happy with where you are?" You were aware at how heavy and private the question was. But your curiosity (nosiness) overpowered your respect for boundaries.

His gaze was making you feel small. But it was the same for him too. It's like he wanted to impress you, but also scare you like he usually did with others. Right now, though, behind his eyes were millions of thoughts and worries about whether he should actually tell you the truth or not. Who were you to ask him that anyway?

"I don't know." It was all he could offer. He hoped you wouldn't question him further.

"What do you mean you don't know?" You asked without skipping a beat.

He sighed and brought his hand up to scratch the side of his neck. A nervous tick, you thought. "I mean: I don't know." He took a deep breath, "I get high a lot— but you probably know that." Rafe's eyes left yours and landed on the window again. He was embarrassed and didn't want you to seem him this way— didn't want you to see the truth. "And- and then at parties, I get wasted. Golf with the guys is also just an excuse to drink during the day." It felt like he was in confession with a priest. "So I don't have much time to think about whether I'm happy. But I guess that's the point."

You were surprised at the transparency. Rafe Cameron told you things he never thought he'd say out loud. But maybe, it was because no one had cared enough to ask.

Unsure if you should comfort him or dig deeper and psychoanalyze him, you stay quiet. You sigh and stand up, which has Rafe panicking again. Had he scared you off? Was this too much for you? But then you moved closer to the spot you originally sat at, next to his waist, and planted yourself there again. Rafe mentally fist pumped, feeling like he won the lottery.

"Would you, uhm�� and you can say no," you began timidly.

Rafe noticed your hesitation and reached out to place his hand atop yours. It was an encouraging gesture. An attempt to push you to continue. After his revealing monologue, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. A wonderful feeling that you gifted to him.

His hand on yours made your fingers twitch. You were afraid that if you made any big or sudden movement, he'd retract and go back into his shell, which was the last thing you wanted. It was a little cool— his hand— calloused and cool. But you liked it, nonetheless.

Gathering every ounce of courage in your body, you spoke again. "If you're up for it, would you want to hang out sometime?" Quickly adding, "after you're all better, of course!"

Rafe felt giddy.

The last time he felt this way was when his father took him out of school early on his birthday. When he was eight. It was a warm sensation, accompanied by the need to jump up and down from sheer joy. He wouldn't mind getting used to it.

He tried to keep his cool and stuttered out, "yeah— no, yeah. I'm up for it, sure. Yeah."

A big smile slapped across your face and before you could respond, the door opened and a nurse stepped into the room.

"Mr. Cameron, you should turn in for the night. Your recovery requires a lot of sleep. Your girlfriend can come back tomorrow morning." With that she left the room, leaving you to pick your jaw up from off the floor.

"Girlfriend, huh?" Rafe teased.

You jumped off the hospital bed and avoided looking at him— too flustered to do so. You knew your face was a blushing mess, so you quickly walked to the door, almost tripping over your own feet in the process. Ugh, you hoped the ground would swallow you up.

"I'll see you soon! Hope you feel better!" Your words came out all breathy as you ran out of the room, and down the hall.

Rafe was too enamoured to sleep that night.

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First time writing for Rafe!!

Thank you for reading <3

I'd love to write more for him too because helloooooo look at him!!

[m30wow]

Hello guys, I am Meoww!!!!

I like to write stories, taking existing concepts and transforming them, where each one always has something to tell, something to teach, and something to make you reflect, something deep within.

There's no need to be creative when inventing a concept or a plot. Because not all Disney princesses were the same, even if the plot is the same.

All series, movies, novels, and so on use concepts that have been reused a thousand times before. But what makes them special, different, and remarkable?

the characters

I don't write novels or fanfics, I roleplay. I roleplay with a single person, from whom we create accidental OCs (children/parents of other characters from x fandom). And as I mentioned, I like creating stories. So my only roleplaying partner suffers from my cascade of crazy ideas.

After months of creative stagnation, I returned to writing a new plot as usual, utilizing those OCs as in all our roles. And it was right there that I realized something: no matter what world the characters are in, their life story will always be the same.

That original character, created by the abandonment of his parents, will always be abandoned in every universe, in every plot, because without that event, that character would no longer have an identity. That character wouldn't be who he would be.

Because the character is the one who directs the story, not you.

And what does this have to do with Miraculous and fanart?

Miraculous is living proof that characters are not allowed to behave like characters.Miraculous is living proof of how the production itself manipulates its characters to do what they want and not how they would behave in that situation.

Many will think of Chat Noir/Adrien, but I'm thinking of Marinette/Ladybug. (I will discuss this matter when it is my turn to talk about Marinette, because I really have a lot to say and none of it is bad.)

No matter how much the producers disrespect the characters, their origins can never be changed: because for a Miraculous to be a Miraculous, Adrien must be born and Emilie must die. And it's been confirmed that in another universe, the same thing has happened: Emilie, in all her forms, must die.

Emilie must die for both Gabriel and Adrien to have their conflicts. Emilie must die for the problems to come to light, because this is where the family falls into the hole.

The Agreste family was always an abusive one, but it was Emilie who covered it up instead of resolving it, which is why, at the time of her death, everything seems so chaotic and depressing: Adrien starts wanting to go out, and Gabriel starts being openly harsh and more distant. And there are many points in the story where it seems like Emilie was the emotional support for both of them, the pillar when that family was always broken and Emilie was trying to tape it back together.

It was seen in the Paris Special that both Adrien and Gabriel can view Emilie's death from two perspectives. In fact, if you notice, Gabriel and Adrien's story in both universes is the same, but Marinette's is completely different. I repeat: "No matter how much the producers disrespect the characters, their origins can never be changed".

Gabriel has two paths: overcome and take care of the son Emilie sacrificed. Or be the Gabriel we know so well. In neither case does Gabriel love his son (in fact, I don't think there's a universe that loved Adrien from the start, and that ugly frog doesn't tell me anything), but in the first case, he tries (like Amelie did with Felix: she didn't want him but learned to love him; in fact, she loves him as her son).

As for Adrien, it would be the same case, but it would always depend on Gabriel's choice; if his father decides to get over him, Adrien ends up like Claw Noir, which is quite logical for a 13-year-old boy or older with a father who has a hard time dealing with him and is always busy. In fact, in the special, this (emo) Adrien calls him "a selfless and very busy man." A very normal situation for a preteen if we take away the magical aspect. However, if Gabriel decides to be the villain and not get over Emilie's death, Adrien automatically matures emotionally (no one should deny that Adrien doesn't have a very high emotional intelligence) and decides to be selfless about the issue, because for the family not to end up collapsed, one of them must be strong, and that is Adrien. Even so, there is an episode where he reconsiders granting his wish, and in fact, in the special, the original Adrien admits it, because not even he could get over it.

At this point, Emilie becomes this mysterious, omnipotent being, which, in my opinion, is terrifying. Because in every episode that featured her character, it was an episode that sparked a strong conflict between Gabriel and Adrien.

But you know what terrifies me or gives me a bad feeling? Emilie when she was alive.

We shouldn't talk about the dead, but I can't keep quiet.

Emilie might have remained a good person, even a good mother, but I can't help thinking that she was part of the abuse toward Adrien. I can't help thinking that Gabriel and Emilie loved each other more than their son.

Both Adrien, Felix, and Kagami are confirmed sentiencers, but none of the latter two behave like Adrien. None are as submissive and justify people to the smallest degree. In fact, Kagami has shown much more character, even though his mother, Tomoe, has been just as harsh and controlling as Gabriel.

They'll say: "But it's because Felix and Kagami both carry their amok, but Adrien's amok is Gabriel's, so that's why he justifies his abuse."

So, why does Adrien justify his cousin in the episode "Felix"? Did Felix also have his amok? Why does he even seem to justify Marinette's obvious bullying? Did Marinette control him? And I could give many more examples and I'd never finish.

It's not because of the amok; it's because from a young age, he's been shown that any sign of violence was for a reason, justifiable. At least if he was the one receiving it.

It's recently been seen that Gabriel's harsh behavior had been brewing long before Emilie's death, and it's clear that Emilie was no stranger to this behavior.

And if you're thinking about it: I firmly believe that Emilie justified these attitudes instead of confronting Gabriel, since Gabriel has said how rebellious and stubborn Emilie is, and I think it's obvious that whatever Emilie said to him, Gabriel was on his knees serving him (otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted that she had Adrien, or been so crazy about her to the point of saying "he can't live without her"). However, in the series, barely three months had passed since her death, and Adrien already had a submissive and repressed attitude toward his father (and I assure you, that attitude isn't built in a day, it takes years).

Both Emilie and Gabriel had control over Adrien; so why is Adrien's childhood dream "to be whatever my parents want me to be"?

I should emphasize that it's a childhood dream, and Emilie was very much alive in his childhood. So why didn't Adrien dream of being Spiderman, Batman, a prince, or some such nonsense? Emilie spent time with him, controlled him, and yet she didn't give him the privilege of thinking about himself? Of being more than just Emilie's son?

If she couldn't face Gabriel, why didn't she give Adrien that privilege? Of dreaming? Nathalie, sick and almost dead, told him to be his own person. But Emilie, in Adrien's childhood, didn't do anything? Just create a video when you're dying and then say that Adrien is free?

Do you want me to be truly free, or do you just want me to be free because you can't play mom anymore because you're going to die?

Because the second option makes me think.

And one more thing, why is he allergic to feathers? Neither Kagami nor Felix have similar allergies.

Is it so Adrien can't use that Miraculous? Did you know he'd use it at some point? And why would he use it?

Why did you know Gabriel might ask Adrien for help?

One more thing, besides possibly justifying Gabriel's every little negligence. Why did Adrien decide to run away from home just three months after Emilie's death? Was he never curious? Or, like in his childhood dream, never had the chance? Was he not allowed to?

That's why Emilie terrifies me. Everyone seems to love her, even Felix loves her, even though he knows what it's like to be controlled, to have your identity taken away, and to be treated like a thing, and yet he still loves her. They want to convince me and idolize Emilie as a good person when this evidence exists, and when every time they focus on her, it's a super-horrendous Gabriel and Adrien episode (great examples: Chat Blanc and Ephemeral).

But you know what terrifies me about all this?

Emilie was never a bad mother. I'm convinced she gave Adrien hugs and kisses, cared for him like a mother. But she never loved him as a person until she could no longer be with him.

Neither she nor he loved him for who he was, but for how he would serve them.

That's why Adrien in my fanart is so different from how he was shown in the series, because it seemed cruel to me. I thought it was horrible that he still has the same hairstyle, when that hairstyle was created by Gabriel to be exploited as a labor force. And I know it's more of a common mistake to make characters have the same hairstyle as children and adults, and that the producers of Miraculous are very lazy, but it seemed cruel to me, and I changed it.

I feel like this change in Adrien's hairstyle, this type of hairstyle that's very common in children, speaks volumes about his life; it speaks to the fact that he could have had a moment of peace. The one in the series just tells me that since birth, he's never had anything. So I just wanted this child to have a childhood where he could dress up as Spiderman and have McQueen Crocs.

I don't hate Emilie. I never hated her, and I never will.

I love her as a character. I love that she moves the world so much even though she's dead, how she destroys what I try to maintain by being so invisible. I love that she's mysterious because she causes so many emotions that you don't know which one is true, and you'll never know because only she has the true version, and she's dead.

It doesn't matter what Adrien, Gabriel, or the world tells us about her. Only Emilie knows.

That's why, when I drew, I kept her face hidden, cut out, covered up, to maintain that aura. And because I love how in old cartoons, the adults couldn't see her face, and they should have used that technique for Emilie and Gabriel.

Thanks for reading, I'm sorry for being inactive.❤

I wanted to talk about these topics from Gabriel and Emilie, but it got too long, so next time you know what we'll talk about and what the fan art will be.

I love you, bye bye💕!!

[croquettish]

I was wondering if you have thoughts about why the people of Rattay seem to think Hans has a terrible temper. We see him be very cool-headed fairly often, and when he does get angry it's usually with a decent amount of provocation. He does fight Svatya but only after talking for a long time in which Svatya insults him repeatedly. He lets Arse-n-Balls off fairly lightly no matter which way Henry urges him. Henry fights him in the tavern, but by the next morning Hans is totally cool about it. He forgives readily and easily even without getting an apology.

Is Hans's reputation for having a bad temper an extension of Hanush's? Or maybe sometimes he was harsh with his people to try to impress Hanush? Curious what you think.

So, I think this is two-fold. I think one the one hand, Hanush absolutely factors in. As per my meta about Hans' relationship with Hanush, there's a good chance that Hans tried to copy a good bit of Hanush's characteristics. Loud, boisterous, liable to get what he wants if he just complains enough. A medieval Karen.

On the other hand, the game does quite a lot of telling instead of showing with Hans' temper. We do of course see this:

I assume this is the bit that drove you to my ask box (based on the way you asked it! please do correct me if I'm wrong!!), but we get a few other clues.

First, when Hans decides to challenge Henry to the shooting context and then the sword fighting contest, where Hans is explicitly told that he's not supposed to fight his subjects:

And Hans clearly doesn't care. Which aligns with what we also learn after this conflict:

He likes to measure his strength against others because it's a way to make himself feel worth something, anything. These bits are of course all foreshadowing for the night that he very much does end up getting into a straight up fistfight with Henry!

I'd also add that his punishment for Arse-n-balls is fairly mild in part because he wasn't the one fighting him. Like Arse-n-balls tried to drown him, but it was Henry who actually ended up fighting him on Hans' behalf. This wasn't a conflict that Hans actively sought out, like he does so many others.

And then in KCD2 he gets into the fight with Svatya, which results in the guards trying to stop him only for him to punch one of them. This first fistfight starts the divorce arc—and then another closes the arc again, namely at the end of the wedding when he goes to defend Henry. Hans' reasons for fighting might have changed (for Henry!), but he still clearly enjoys "measuring his strength against others."

(At one point in development they were also going to add the option for Hans to straight up kill the gamekeeper, but they seem to have changed their minds about that.)

I'd say looking at early days Hans (KCD1 and early KCD2), we're really dealing with an incredibly fragile person who has so little in his life to entertain him or to give his life meaning that he's clinging to the smallest things to try and shape his personality. He barely even has personhood that isn't based in "this is what I think I should be" or "this is what I think will get me attention."

Like I know we joke about how he's touch-starved enough to want Henry to punch him, but honestly? Not far from the truth.

[violetice7]

I will never tire of repeating that there is absolutely NO WAY one who actually honours Colin's friendship with Penelope could ever treat it as a character flaw on Colin's part. If you believe Colin is an idiot who didn't see or appreciate what was right in front of him, you hate their friendship. If you consider the fact that he didn't reciprocate Penelope's feelings as something he needs to face consequences for or learn some lesson from, you hate their friendship. If you think every moment he spent not being in love with her is a moment he spent not really seeing her, you hate their friendship. If you interpret every moment he spent living his life in a way that didn't cater to Penelope's romantic feelings for him as him being flippant, cruel & careless towards her, if you interpret it as him making her suffer & think he should atone for it, you hate their friendship (but also, you don't really care for Colin as a character of his own, which you are allowed to do I guess, but then understand that that's a you problem & don't paint it is a short-coming on Colin's part. that shit is all you). If you believe that every moment he spent just being her friend is a moment he spent treating her as if she was less than, you hate their friendship. If you believe that every moment he spent not reciprocating her feelings is a moment he spent taking her for granted, you hate their friendship.

I guess I'm just thoroughly confused that supposed friends-to-lovers fans seem to have a very poor opinion of friendship and ultimately believe that it is inferior to romance. Because that's just the crux of it all, right? If Colin is supposedly lacking for offering friendship, then the implication here is that there's something wrong with friendship.

Another very confusing implication from all of this is that Colin isn't a good person and/or a worthy partner. Because all the things mentioned above aren't things that someone who'd be considered a good person or a sound choice for a potential partner would do. Those are not ways they'd be described. Colin, as interpreted by many (dare i say most) Polin fans, is essentially dull, cruel & shallow, among other unflattering attributes. And that leads to the conclusion that many (dare i say most) Polin fans appear to like neither Colin nor Penelope. Because the way I see it, you can't like Colin if you think so poorly of him, and you certainly can't like Penelope if you think being paired with that guy that you think so poorly of is what she deserves.

I guess what I'm getting at is that I have come to the puzzling realisation that some of the biggest peddlers of mischaracterisations of Colin are Polin fans, and this has made for a very strenuous fandom experience for me. It's frustrating & confusing. I hope that the fandom will course-correct at some point, but we are still dealing with "Colin needed to grovel" nonsense in the year of our Lord 2025, so I guess I won't be holding my breath 😭

[miss0atae]

The latest episode of Desire the series hasn't changed my mind about Gao Tu. He remains a very interesting character.

I believe he is the victim of trauma induced by his parents. On one side, we have his mother who was an omega and thus faced a lot of hardships, at the end of her husband. She was a victim of abuse and associated it with the fact she was an omega. Her fear of letting anyone else live her terrible life was transmitted to her son. She insisted so much on him hiding his true nature and pretending to be a beta that it lead him to keep this false identity for so many years. Her stress response to anything related of the fact they are both omega had an impact on her parenting.

She forced him to hide who he is from a very early age. Her high stress has created unhealthy behavior answers from her son. His secretive nature, reserved behavior and his way of dealing with hurtful events stemmed indirectly from the interactions and relationship with his mother. He also seems to have developed anxiety, guilt and a form of depression that are signs you can have when you're dealing with traumatic events.

On the other hand, there is his father who has a gambling problem. Children of parents who gamble can experience financial difficulties. We know his father never kept any money and that's why his family was pretty poor. Nowadays, Gao Tu is the only person in the family with financial resources. In the past, his father used to ask money from his wife and when she didn't have enough he would even suggest her to sell her body because she is an omega. It could have further the trauma response of being an omega. Gao Tu probably heard this since he was young so being an omega could have been associated in his mind with being poor, abused and not worth it.

Now, his father seeks money from him when he needs it. This is still emotionally damaging. Children of gamblers can have low self-esteem and can even feel worthless. We know that Gao Tu doesn't have a high opinion of himself because of being an omega, but it can also be explained by the gambling addiction of his father. His father is quick to anger and has some mood swings when things don't go his way. It's a lot of stress for someone who is as emotionally vulnerable as Gao Tu is. There is another issue in Gao Tu's family related to his sister. She may be an alpha, but she has been sick for a long time and her health problem cost a lot of money. Since Gao Tu is the sole bread earner on the family, he is the only who is paying for her treatment and yet he still has to deal with his father's addiction. This must take a tool on his well-being.

Let's not forget that Gao Tu isn't just experiencing bad mental well-being, but to hide his omega scent, he also takes a combination of medication that is affection his physical health too. Omegas carry the heat and in the absence of a partner and self-medication, Gao Tu is experiencing such a stress response that could endanger his life. All of this is probably also affecting is mental well-being. It's a vicious circle!

In short, Gao Tu must act like the guardian of his sister, the bank for his father and carry his mother's fear of being an omega. It's a miracle he is still a (barely) functioning person.

His life would have been maybe easier, if he also didn't fall in love with his friend/boss Shen Wenlang. Now, he also carries a huge guilt about the fact that he is lying to him too. In the first episode, Gao Tu explains that Shen Wenlang when he was young didn't interact with a lot of omega and that's why he isn't their biggest fan (which is an understatement).

Shen Wenlang has said several time that he hates omegas and hates their scent. Gao Tu has been hiding his own omega scent for so long and hearing this is only furthering him into thinking he is worthless. In fact, Gao Tu should probably follow his doctor's advice of seeking a psychiatrist. He has always been taught unhealthy behavioral responses, which makes him not functioning properly and thus live in a vicious circle that feeds from his parents induced traumas.

It's really hard to watch him being stuck in this and I can't wait to see him escape it. I hope he will learn to stop his bad habits that stemmed from his stressful and traumatic past. I bet if one person truly accepts him for whom he is and not what he pretends to be, it will already be a big step on the right path. If this acceptance comes from Shen Wenlang this will be huge. However, is Shen Wenlang's aversion for omegas only coming from his past, or is it something that also comes from jealousy of Gao Tu's fake partner that he invented to explain why he had to take a leave when he was experiencing the heat? I can't wait to get the answer to these questions.

[aybatz]

jason todd x f!reader: work anxiety, jobless me, financial difficulties, fluff, make-up

relishing the strange view of customers slurping their soups behind the warm display or the lit squares of fancy skyscrapers wasn't possible. as much as gotham's nostalgic charm was helpful at times, it wasn't having much of an effect on you tonight.

the kind of grey cloud that lingered longer, that demanded serious change. be responsible and courageous your mind told you, or how else are you going to solve your problems? rent is flying through the roofs, landlords are more shameful than ever, yet everyone else expects you to stop complaining and instead " just work." whereas the overfilled faces of influencers and celebrities are feigning difficulty over their jetlag. your academic responsibilities, hobbies and health would either turn into a hiatus or a complete good bye. what a day to live without generational wealth!

what was the most ideal? small businesses that weren't accepting employees without proper training and experience or the humiliating task of getting spit on by customers at the cash desk? be the gossip of the same pair of older women, deal with screaming alcoholics and overall entitled clients who were convinced they know the guidelines of the grocery shop better than the poor workers by making anyone else in the queue sigh? thinking about co-workers was a nightmare. everywhere you go, there has to be an idiot who makes your life miserable.

you never got a reply to your four job applications you mailed last month. whatever, you dismissed, it would be better to work near your apartment rather than taking the bus for a 20-minute-long road. the fifth was immediately accepted by a fastfood chain and when the manager asked you which shift you would prefer, you informed him you were only available in the mornings. communicate well, right? you didn't want to think about the tedious way back home into black alleys. "well, we have lots of parents here early," which you did understand and respect, "so it's gonna be night duty for you," he smiled. why are we even having this conversation, you grew uncomfortable. the last one you sent out was quite funny: the spot was already taken, the email read, and yet weeks after the rejection the offer is still up.

everyone expects you to fight over vacancy, where your nostrils are drilled by the smell of deepfry oil and the rude looks of customers who are stuffing their mouths with burgers and cola. did you really think grilling buns is an exhausting task? you didn't think money was growing on trees, did you sweety? who cares about inflation, an underperforming job market or your personal problems?

becoming an adult equals to seeing dilemmas under a magnifier. on many occasions one has different reasons not to do certain things but wasn't that what was weighing one down? was one considered helpless or lazy for not finding the right fit? maybe both. crossing the street, you were already planning out what you could do in the meantime — until you clashed against someone.

"i've been calling you from the end of the crosswalk. i shouldn't teach you for being careless again, right sweetheart?"

you rubbed your nose, the smell of cologne burning along, his stern expression getting lost in the process. you caight sight of his leather jacket, one you saw for the first time on him, and are hit with the realization that it was his chest. "you okay doll?" before he could put his fingers on your pair, the pain had subsided. you hummed, blinking the thin layer of tears away. he crossed his arms and you didn't even want to have to do the talk — not with him. "are you going to tell me?" rather demanding than questioning, what was there to speak on when you wouldn't have done so in the first place? this wasn't his concern, not when he had his own share.

"i'm on my way home as you see." his eyebrows furrowed. you held your forehead, shaking it. "'s nothing jay, i'm just tired, that's all." he didn't seem to be convinced, waiting in the same position up to the point where he dropped them only a little longer. you refused to use him as a ladder to climb up at — god forbid — wayne's. gotham was a city meant to be abandoned, to step up and build yourself up somewhere far away. what were you supposed to do once you were caged between other nepo babies and pompous office discourse? overall the worst lecture would be to reach into his pockets and take out as much as you wanted. the thought of being spoiled by jason was a fantasy you would keep locked away within you, but else you couldn't bear to rely on him financially. you couldn't ever repay him.

there had to be a simple way. as much as you were sounding like a crybaby, this was your own business. just this time, you needed to get it done on your own terms."

you're spacing out again darlin'." you had almost missed out on that too. you were appreciating any minute he was keeping you save, but you wished you could think this through without worrying him. "need to go to bed," your voice was much weaker than wanted. arriving at your complex, you turned to him. "thanks jay, i," you climbed up the few stairs, "should be fine from here on. take care," you waved but stopped midway. he was on the stairs, "going in?" you didn't know what face you were pulling while gazing at his rising irises, merely holding the door open for him.

your footsteps' echoe was guiding you through the dusty rails, his body one step behind. maybe you were focusing too much now that you had somehow riddened yourself from your monologoues. when the key was inside the lock, he was hovering behind you.

once standing between the shoe rag and rusty coat pegs, jason pushed the door shut. you were ready to wash your hands, "i can bring you a pillow and a blanket from my room," you stepped into the bathroom, not waiting for his answer. returning to the narrow space of your kitchen, jason was drying his hands with a towel. you placed the plushy items on the sofa, ready to go to your bedroom. "you're leaving me behind?" next you were lowering yourself beside him, his stare grilling your skin.

"i won't give up unless you tell me what your goddamn problem is," he cautioned. he was starting to become impatient. your hand washed over your face, "it's the same jay. groceries, laundry... what to do tomorrow."

he didn't reply at first and you knew why. "are you kiddin' me? i thought we were supposed to help each other as best as we could, hah? weren't that your words?" for sitting in the calm just second ago, your answer had escalated before a proper explanation.

"you know it's not the same jaso-""how isn't that the same?" his upper body bent to you, "i'm your boyfriend — or did you forget about that too?" like a teacher humiliating you in front of the entire class, leaving you red.

you groaned, and the fact that you wouldn't face him wasn't lightening the mood either. "jason, i don't want to go to bruce and beg for a position, you know that."the mentioning of his name — no, you had thought about getting aid from bruce first — was stretching his mind in manners he couldn't describe. "what's that gotta do with him out of all people?! i'm here," he touched your shoulder, "look at me when i talk to you (name)." you lowered your chin, eyes closing in desperation. "i'm here — not him and i'm not going to lend you to his capitalistic enterprise either," he apprised.

"you know i don't mean it like that jay. it irritates me to..." you couldn't find the right words. "it is irritating for you to ask your own boyfriend for help?" more of the azul appeared. you shook your head, "that's not true! i just don't want to constantly run to you!" you didn't realize how wrong your choice came off as. his features became enervated, brows losing their form.the warmth on your shoulder dissapeared. funny how it was you who had told him that a relationship could never function on perfection. you need to constantly parent and lift the other one up, not on forced reciprocal but care. yet you were honest. you touched his bicep, shaking your head. "not that way jason. i'm just tired of failing my own decisions, like it's never enough when i do it on my own! forgive me please, just can't."

at least he was letting you touch him despite his stiff body. you were heeling, watching as his expression lost a bit of the sourness that made your chest squeeze. "i'm so sorry," your forehead grazed his shoulder blade, "whatever i do — it's just not enough... i can't explain it." you weren't nestling closer, in fear of overwhelming him. it was silent.

"i'm familiar myself, you should know that already," he gazed at the coffee table. "so you shouldn't carry that weight all by yourself," his muscles moved, his hollow cheek blocking your sight. his dark eye lashes fluttered down at you.

you repeated your apologies as you snuggled closer to his thick neck. "i should've asked you, find you. you've so much going on and i don't want to burden you more." his body temperature was just right, the same cologne you swore you had gotten used to endowing you with protection.

his thumb tilted your jaw. "when have ya ever been a burden?" he paused. "aren't i doing the same then?" you urgenly denied his question. you loved it whenever he came to you with fiddling hands, hesitating but bravely approaching you.

"you could never be a hurdle to me jason," your cheek rubbed againt his t-shirt. his big palm was hot against your neck, cupping you with the proper tenderness.

"should make you my secretary then, how 'bout that?"

posting this after applying for a discounter (positive). reblogs are a big motivator & kindly appreciated! reqs open, read pinned post

[pickastitch]

dying to know your thoughts on gem in session 2 because i have no idea what she’s playing at

full transparency i have never been more confused watching a gem life series. it is really strange how little she is featuring pearl especially with how crucial she wss in sl/wl to gem's story

i saw a lot of people talking about the implications of her cutting out the teaming question that pearl has towards the end of her ep and many concluded it was because she wanted to keep distance from herself and pearl, but didn't expess unwavering loyalty from pearl which is why she never actually answered her own question. at first i personally saw it as gem fishing for assurance as the last two times pearl has completely abandoned her

but if we go with the more popular interpretation we could use the same logic, gem is distancing herself from pearl. why? that's the big question. is it to break away from the villys (she is quite loyal), is it because she feels uncomfortable that pearl has power over her

there are endless potential answers, but my official diagnosis is gem distancing herself because she thinks pearl will ultimately end up betraying her. if she keeps bullying her gem can pretend she had some control over that and it was a choice that she wanted and had some influence over

because of this lack of shiny duo content i do fear that her relationship with pearl is the least interesting. now the jimmy and gem mining interaction (🎉) the way she publicly distances herself from the villys in front of jimmy. she acts all pathetic to persuade jimmy AND bigb for diamonds (side note giving bigb a flower <3). something something jimmy being seen as bad luck and gem calling bigb good luck. anyways back to bigb and gem telepathically talking to one another while skizz is so lost is fascinating. i've been saying (to the people in my head) that bigb and gem are both seen as outsiders even in a group of people and if bigb could stay loyal to gem they would have an awesome alliance

gem and etho again are weirdly close as he keeps bringing her saddles for a bit, but also he just seems like he wants to see her so he makes some bs excuse. he is very apologetic for dying stupidly so they can't have their fight. and when she explains the situation to grian he is just "????" and gem assures him she'll win (she hasn't yet). she is NOT letting him take away her playtime with etho. now bdubs does seem to be doing a similar thing, but if you look at his video he goes to gem after saying to suck up to a person you want to kill. etho and bdubs doing the same process for opposite reasons... interesting

if i'm being honest i don't have too good of a grasp on grian, but gem very much feels like his lackey this episode. it is such a fresh dynamic for gem, but it is a bit odd that the person she decides to roll over for is grian minecraft. i'm so curious as to how a character who very famously has power deals with a lack of it throughout the series

on a meta note she is uncharacteristically open about everything. this character we know is famous for hiding behind multiple layers but right she has like 3ish and explicitly says 2.5 of them. sick gem is taking my job bro

[milfbrainrot]

a lot of fandom exchange/events etiquette seems very strongly agreed upon by people whose entire lives are devoted to fandom rather than juggling it as a hobby alongside school/work/childcare etc, which makes sense because i don't think anyone else would have the time to be this passionate about the rigidity of those rules, and man it shows

[kalosian-woods]

Clemont is just really funny in general i think. he's just like that, realistically theres so much to unpack about him;

he made an entire invention where he spoke to the mayor and was spread out across the town of the uni he was in which he got in at the age of maybe like 8.

he's a gym leader. he lost his gym to his invention,

there was the slightest chance he could've been mind controlled.

his bag is a bag of holding

he can't run

his entire mental state is the way it is because of a single mistake that wasn't even his fault

There's so much to unpack about him and the creators were like; "yeah anyways!"

okay but seriously, i think we as a fandom neglect the fact that if it wasn't for Clemont's anxious(???) paranoid(???) quick thinking(???) overly prepared(???) he probably he would've gotten mind controlled. like what was up with that.

-⚡(you can call me clem anon! its also just really funny and the fact that i've so far only exclusively talked about him makes it even funnier. electric anon is okay too !)

Clemont is his own bag of holding lol, there really is SO MUCH with him and I'm shaking you on the shoulders rn clem nonnie. Please. How is it possible that there is so much to him as it is. I need to study him under a microscope.

With the first point, that always made me laugh in a way lol. Him at the age of possibly eight created a power source slash Electric Pokemon recharger for a whole town/city. The mayor has noticed his efforts. This is before he is a Gym Leader, and this is the place where he made the promise to Shinx (a promise that he broke, not by any fault of his own, but by the very thing that brought them together in the first place).

The way he actually just straight up lived in Prism Tower, or at least that's how it felt, along with Bonnie. Their father is in the same city with a house but they won't bother with that and he doesn't bother them until they are MIA for at the very least a few weeks if not months. His reasoning for being a Gym Leader is to wield Electric Types from every region and become an Electric-Type Trainer that the world has never seen. The fact that he can be this ambitious with battling gets me (and also his learning from school carrying over c':)

His bag is also a mechanical marvel (not Volcanion, sorry). His Aipom Arm has only malfunctioned once (1 time), and he's easily able to lift Bonnie into the air with it. Also we never see this beyond the first ep but it has an inflatable airbag??? That is actually safe and comfortable to land on even with the everything in his bag as it is.

Even after the whole series and after everything they've ever went through, he still cannot run. Only one time he has ever sprinted ahead (in this realm/dimension) and that was to get to a festival about Zapdos of all Pokemon (and maybe that inventing fair as well??). No one comments on it beyond that one moment. He's also tried to make shoes to help him go up hills quicker but he never tried that one again lol (he forgot he even had it until Serena mentions the monorail, in which also, wow. this gang i swear).

That's actually one of the saddest parts (and something I can totally relate with). The way that we see him so happy and open with Shinx beforehand, ready to learn and be hands on and playing outside even with all the work that he had. And then we hear about how he lost his Gym, how his Pokemon disregard his words and his invention doesn't see him as worthy or strong enough, and it really is him just living out a nightmare of his own making in a way. His fear from back then keeps haunting him with the mistakes that he makes now, and even after meeting with Luxio again you can see the way he just... accepts that he's no longer wanted or forgiven. He's fine with it. He rather everyone have a better life than he does. Just,, he needs a hug. Lots of them.

HELP PLS you've said exactly what I've been thinking off this whole time!! Geez, I thought I was alone in thinking that we brush off whatever happened to Clemont in 'The Needs of Many!' like I get that we lose Greninja, but hello? He got straight-up kidnapped right in front of our eyes! He was going to be made into a superhuman (which has some very very worrying connotations beyond what is already happening). He too was blasted by the Mega Evo Energy, and even if he did resist the mind control, there's got to be other effects as well. If his friends weren't OP and reckless as they were he would've actually been carted away to who knows where and it would've been a matter of time until his preventive measures were found out. And the way he already had a counter against it, against the beam specifically (and for it to be able to work without any issues) is also so sad and worrying in a way?? It's definitely paranoia to me, it was very specific (more than usual, anyways), small enough to hide and easy enough for him to grab. Poor boy :(( I need to just sit down and think every time I remember this is an ep that exists because they just went ham with it, didn't they??

[non-un-topo]

Lol not to brag but I was meeting with the assistant of the grad program I want to apply for and she pulled up my transcript and yelled "HOLY SHIT!"

[2016jeeprenegade]

um not really relevant to anything but fuck insurance companies. specifically medical ones

[pickaropoprocks]

Fighting battles that have ABSOLUTELY been seen before (wanting to restart my Animal Crossing New Leaf town so I can begin the game from scratch and as myself as I am now vs. not wanting to restart my town because nostalgia and I'd miss my villagers)

[hana-bobo-finch]

erm…..posting about an OC via a rushed shitpost was not on my 2025 bingo card!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂get it??? 😂😂😂because his name is bingo??(GETS SHOT)

these are all things he has done or has attempted to do so consider this the full intro post for that freak for now. he’s still too undercooked to fully introduce but damn I love him