#'ask out' bc everyone thought i was that bad. i never had those rumours of 'some boy likes you' without people laughing in the background

[fleshdyke]

[to-come-alive]

Love 101 S2 | some thoughts

So I watched Love 101 S2 and liked it a lot, it was overall good although there were some things missing for me. But I love the series and the characters and I waited more than a year for s2 so I really can't complain. Abt the things I felt were missing or just bothered me I'm gonna list them but after I point out all the things I loved in S2.

Kerem. I loooved him this season. I remember thinking him last season was a little bit too predictable a character just fighting for any reason. And I didn't understand his problem with his father as well. But this season he was just too perfect. He was a great bf for Eda always supporting her and fighting for her dreams even more than herself. He was so cute and nice with everyone, so different from the Kerem from last season. And the amazing friend he was to Sinan. I was not expecting that Kerem was the one who was gonna be so important at Sinan's lowest. Best character in S2.

The couples. What can I do if I love romance?

Kemal and Burcu although they stumbled a little in the beginning with that break up which I didn't really understand, they were amazing afterwards and their chemistry was so overflowing. I'm glad they had their happy ending.

Osman and Elif, another surprise. Although I think they just put her character in the show to end the rumours abt him being gay (which is so sad, it would be amazing to see a gay character in a turkish series) I liked them, they were really cute together. I think their break up was the most believable one. It wasn't smth too dramatic or out of nowhere. She had to go, it was her dream. So the only thing he could do was supporting her through and through. Sweet 💓

I loved Kerem and Eda this season, they had so much screen time and they used so well. I wasn't expecting to like them that much since in S1 I felt their relationship to be a little rushed. They were a good REALLY GOOD surprise. Best couple this season 😍😍

And finally Sinan and Işık. I simply loved them in S1, they were perfect there and had all the reasons to be now. I liked them in S2 as well but I also have some thoughts upon them which I'll talk further on. But the romance was really good this season, didn't think this series would be so full of love this way.

Photography. There were so many beautiful shots and scenes. Production really put a lot of effort on it and the result was simply amazing.

Soundtrack. I didn't think s1's music was better. I loved all the songs in s2 and many are already on my playlist.

Now for the things I thought were missing this season:

Sinan needs treatment. URGENTLY!! He almost killed himself! And I don't think cuz he has a new house and future perspective his psychologic issues are over. What abt his problem with his family? I knew this wouldn't be solved but at least I thought he was gonna have some help. And he didn't even had his friends to support him during the years (except for ışık but they took a few years to reunite) so I was really expecting to see him get help cuz I think it's hard to believe that he was well when he was actually all by himself.

Where are all of Sinan's sarcastic and philosofical comments? It's not that there wasn't, it's just that I think they were really few.

Işık and Sinan were the highlights in S1. Their relationship were my favorite thing last season and they almost had no development during this one and they were the couple that ended together despite everything. Maybe I got too disappointed bc I just missed them and wanted to see more of them.

What about the inconsistencies in their adult phase? Who was in prison? And who was in the farm? Eda doesn't have children? How did the old couple's painting end up with eda? The house won't come down anymore? And what happened to everyhing adult ışık said in s1, that she never celebrated her birthdays and all? And adult eda blaming herself for smth that happened to them? I didn't even think they had enough reason to be apart for so long so WHY exactly did they?!

Where is Işık? In S1 they were always together and so united. But now they were more like the four: sinan, kerem, osman and eda + ışık sometimes. I just felt that ışık could be more present like in the school and all. And she wasn't there with them.

Things that bothered me:

Necdet went full on villain mode and became a total cliché character. In S1 he was just a bad principal and now he's scheming and planning to keep his position.

I don't think the reason for them not seeing each other all those years was believable. I mean, some of them not keeping touch? Ok. Or just for some time? Alright. But NONE of them talking to each other (except sinan and ışık of course)? And for so many years? I think it's a little too much. That wasn't enough reason bc they were everything for each other and letting each other go would be the hardest. So I don't think they would be so much time away from each other.

I think that's all. Maybe I was too hard on this season but don't get me wrong I REALLY liked it. It was amazing! It's just that I had all these expectations (I waited more than a year for this moment!) and thoughts going on my mind while watching and felt like putting it out. Thanks for reading this til the end.

If you have any opinion or you wanna talk abt it send me an ask. I would love to keep talking abt this show!

[imkylotrash]

Recipe For Disaster

Pairing: Riven x reader

Request: A light fairy from Earth that started already in the second year bc of her potential, but do classes with the first year too. They become friends and start dating. The faires are being terrible to her, only the winx help and he doesn't know. When he sees her crying in the dining hall when the faires are being mean bc of her talent, relationship and origin (like "What he sees in her?), he stands for her and the winx too. Anonymous

A/N Thank you for motivating me when tumblr deleted my first draft of this. It kept me going when I just wanted to call it night and go to sleep, haha. 

Tagging: @grey-girl​ @bitchwhytho​  

Starting at Alfea when you know absolutely no one is hard. Add starting as a second-year student because of your powers and you have a recipe for disaster. No one wants to befriend the freak who was clever enough to skip a year and it gets very lonely having no one to talk to. It takes you weeks to find your people. It happens accidentally one day when you ask Terra for directions to the green house and she instantly starts talking your ear off. Something you’ve grown to love by now. Terra introduces you to the rest of the girls and finally it feels like you belong somewhere. Through them you meet Riven. The bad boy who’s remained ignorant to all the rumours flying around at Alfea in turn making him unaware of what people think of you. It’s part of the reason why you love hanging out with him. It becomes a little bubble where you don’t have to deal with the rest of the fairies. One day he kisses you out of the blue admitting that he’s been wanting to do that for a while and it melts your heart. After that the two of you become inseparable.

“Hey handsome,” you say coming up behind him. He sneaks his arm around you instantly making you blush. Even though you’ve been together for a while now you’re still getting used to his carefree PDA. He doesn’t care who’s watching or what they think.

“Get a room,” Sky laughs but Riven only has eyes for you right now.

“Hi baby,” he says quietly clearing intending for it to be a moment just between the two of you. Without taking his eyes off of you, he flips Sky the finger.

“Are you busy?” you ask relishing in his undivided attention.

“I promised Sky I’d do some practice with him. But I’ll see you for dinner?” You nod thinking it’ll give you plenty of time to catch up on some reading.

“Perfect,” he says giving you a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing with Sky. You head straight for the library where you get a few good hours of reading in before deciding to call it a night. When you exit the library, you notice a group of fairies standing outside.

“If it isn’t Y/N. Did Riven get tired of you yet?” You’re not sure what they’re intention is but you’re not going to stand and listen to this. When you try to walk past them, they block you keeping you right where you are.

“Tell me just how you’ve gotten Riven so bewitched by you. Because clearly, it’s not your looks,” the first girl says venom dripping from the words.

“Maybe she has experience keeping men in the bed,” someone snickers. You’re not going to cry. You repeat that mantra over and over again in your head determined not to give them what they want but they’re bringing up all your insecurities and it feels horrible.

“Maybe you’re just another project. Everyone knows he’s had his share of them,” the first girl says with a horrible smile. It’s the final drop. You can’t fight the tears falling.

“Well, I heard it’s because she has great taste in music.” You look over to find Musa standing there with the rest of the girls.

“Actually, I heard it’s because she’s literally the nicest person alive,” Terra argues making you smile. This right here is the reason why they’re your best friends.

“Well, I heard that it’s because he loves her.” You spin around to find Riven watching you. There’s murder in his eyes as he looks at the girls surrounding you.

“You love me?”

“Yeah, I do. How could I not?” he says walking past the girls and straight to you never breaking eye contact. Gently, he dries away your tears and place a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too,” you say feeling a new wave of tears hit you but this time they’re happy tears. It’s the first time he’s said those words to you.

“Now get lost,” he says looking at the fairies still standing around you. He doesn’t let go of you as they hurry off.

“They should be grateful I don’t know their names,” Riven says clearly still upset. But you couldn’t care about what they said because you have the girls and Riven and you couldn’t ask for me.

“How long has this been going on?” he asks looking down at you. You’re about to tell him that it’s a one-time thing when Musa beats you to it.

“Ever since she started. They’re jealous assholes who thinks degrading Y/N will make them feel better.” You’ve never heard Musa curse but you like the fact that she’s willing to do it for you. Even though you’re not sure how you feel about Riven knowing the truth now. You don’t want it to change anything or make him think that you’re not worth it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is soft - free of judgement.

“When I found out you didn’t know how other people felt about me, I guess I just really liked the fact that you didn’t know. It was an escape that allowed me to feel normal. And I worried you would feel differently about me if you knew.” You’re scared to look at him as you admit the truth you’ve been hiding for a while now but once again Riven proves to be the best boyfriend one could ever ask for.

“I don’t care what other people think. I love you and that’s all that matters. I’m here for you,” he says kissing you.

“We’re here too, you know,” Musa says with a smile.

“Yeah. I know we don’t kiss you and stuff, but we’re here if you need us,” Stella laughs and you can’t help but laugh a little yourself. You open your arms and they all attack you with hugs. That night you have a slumber party with the girls and Riven. Sky even shows up after hearing what happened telling you that he spoke to Silva and it won’t happen again. It’s at that moment you realise that you’ve gotten this amazing family at Alfea and while you have no idea how you got so lucky you know that you’re grateful.

“Thank you for being there for me tonight,” you say. Riven kisses your temple once again making you blush.

“We’re always ready to kick some fairy ass if they don’t treat you right,” Terra says trying to sound all tough. She fails making you all laugh but it’s the thought that counts.

[ohmy7hearts]

spring gale

Summary: Spring means new beginnings but a gale (a storm more like?) in the name of Shinazugawa Sanemi blows your plans out and throw your once peaceful life into the winds.

Pairings: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Fem!Reader // future Shinazugawa Genya x SisterFigure!Reader 

A/N: this,,, is v impromptu. i literally got out of my bed bc it has been bugging me with how little sanemi fanfics there are, esp modern aus. tbh, there have been plenty of fics brewing in my mind and tell me if there’s any you’d be interested in and maybe i will return from my hiatus hah:

 - zhongli modern au: adepti babies being your adopted children and navigating parenthood 

- unknown pairing as of now but travelers being your kids so transporting yourself into the world to find them after 500+ years of not returning home 

- etc involving atsumu, diluc, childe but if you have any requests, feel free to drop it in and maybe i’ll consider them

Warnings: Some cursing (I mean it’s Sanemi lolol)

“Shinazugawa-san?” Sanemi glanced up, his hands continued packing away his things into the bag, an eyebrow raised. You smiled, hands folded over the other in front of you, as you continued to speak after gaining his attention. “When would you be free to do the project?”

He sighed, throwing his bag over his shoulder, while making his way out of the classroom - tone and body language showing his disinterest in the conversation. “We can just do it in class.”

You jogged to get into step next to him, “Well, it is for the bare minimum. I’m sure we can do much better than that.” You observed his side profile to see if any emotion could give way to what he was thinking. You frowned, frustration creeping up on you, “I understand that we’re not each other’s first choice in partners but that’s not an excuse to not do our best.”

“Are grades and studying the only thing in that airhead of yours?” His eyes flit towards yours for a moment before returning its gaze forward. “I don’t fucking have as much free time as you.”

You stopped following him. A bolt of anger and disbelief had your mouth dropping and hands curling into shaking fists. You scoffed, voice raising with each word, “I believe you need this more than me, Shinazugawa-san. Unless you want to continue being a pain in everyone’s ass and eventually not even graduate, then be my guest.” 

He swiveled towards you. You flinched reactively. He faltered, face momentarily flitting from anger to surprise back to annoyance the moment his eyes scanned you. One step, two steps. He was in your space, breathing in and out to you, with his  strikingly cold eyes and thin eyebrows furrowed. “Say that again, I dare you.”

You closed your eyes before releasing a deep sigh, muscles easing from the hold of your anger. “We don’t have to do it after school or on the weekends if you are that occupied. We can do it before school or during our breaks and even before our clubs start.” You grabbed one of his wrist, turning his palm upwards, shoving the crumpled paper with your number into it while fixating your glare on him throughout. You refuse to back down but you will be the bigger person. Forcing his hand to a close, you narrowed your eyes for good measure while trying to control the smirk from overtaking your face when his frown further deepened in distaste. Taking a step back, your hands returned to the usual folded stance, you forced an amicable smile to replace the smirk - although you have a feeling that he could still see the smirk from how his eye twitched, “Of course, it’s really up to you, Shinazugawa-san.”

Turning on your heel, you headed back to the classroom with your head held high and a full-blown smirk on your face while your peers watched with stolen glances and whispers behind hands or under breaths. The clicking of his tongue echoed in the corridor and in your head all the way back to the classroom. 

“Ara, ara, should you really do that (Y/N)-chan?” Shinobu greeted you by your desk, eyes filled with mirth from the free entertainment.

You laughed airily, eyes not meeting hers but focused on clearing the messy table, “I wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t that difficult.” 

“Not many survive Sanemi you know?” Shinobu followed you to the student council room. “One must use their life's worth of luck to crawl out from his bad side.” 

A bark of a laugh escaped you from her exaggeration. “Shinobu-chan ~ I thought you wanted to get into medicine and not theatrics?”

Her eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on her lips, eyes shifting precariously into ones when she knew something the other party doesn’t and in this case that was you. A shiver ran down your spine. You’ve been in the spot only a few times but still a few too many with most of them ending up jerking your view of the world down a path you’ve never considered. You gulped, hands itching and playing with themselves. 

“Did you not hear about how he got into a fight with some university boys down at the park?” She leaped into your space, voice dropping into a whisper in your ear yet head tilted to ensure a front seat view to your reaction. “He came out with a couple of scratches and bruises but…” Her small hands encircled your upper arm. Your eyes dropping to them before returning to her face - surprised to witness your shock colouring your face white as it was reflected in those big eyes of hers. “The boys said to be much bigger than he is, had to go to the hospital.” Her smile bordering on unhinged glee, she drawled, “They were so scared they didn’t sue him.”

She immediately returned to her spot beside you, a foot away, while her shoulders and arms lifted in a form of a shrug nonchalantly. “Apparently, when questioned, the boys said something about them being the ones out of line and they have worked things out.” 

Being close friends with Shinobu and Mitsuri meant that you were privy to the latest gossip and news but you always took it with a grain of salt seeing firsthand how some things were purposefully voided or added for the enjoyment of teenagers. You smiled unsurely, “that’s just a rumour Shinobu-chan.”

She pouted, invisible to those who didn't know her well enough or who weren’t keen enough, “You can ask Akio. He was a witness.”

Your eyes widened before blinking in incredulity. “What.”

She giggled, hand raising in a wave before dashing down the corridor. “Do share with me if he tells you more!” 

It took you a few seconds to regain your bearings, even a shake of your head to rid the mental image of Sanemi punching away on people bigger than him for his amusement. He was by no means a small person shown clearly with the muscles seen even through the school uniform - a testament to his achievements as one of the greatest fighters in the taekwondo club despite his lacklustre participation of actually attending said club practices - but there were certainly bigger and taller people in your school, much less university. 

“Hashimoto-san!” You snapped out of your musings.

“Tanaka-san.” You greeted back. The black haired guy chuckled, “I told you to call me by my first name. After all, we’ve been working together for 3 years. Unless, you don’t see me as a friend? Damn, it must hurt to only be seen as a student council partner even after winning the presidential election together.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” You huffed, plopping down into the chair and hands gravitating towards the papers on the table before being stopped by a hand on your wrist. Raising an eyebrow, he returned the gesture indicating there’s something he was expecting you to tell him. He released the grasp on your hand the moment you were falling back onto the back support of the chair with a sigh. “How may I help you Akio?”

“On the way here, I heard an interesting piece of news.” He sat sideways on the table, the leg on the table folded over the leg still standing. You folded your arms over your chest and hummed. “You and Shinazugawa were fighting?”

“It was just a talk that got a bit heated. I was trying to get a hold on him so we can do our project for literature together.” 

Akio’s eyebrows shot up and disappeared under his bangs. “Wow, what luck. First, he somehow got into your class through that stupid maths shit and now you have to deal with him.” He smiled in assurance, eyes crinkling close and  a hand over his heart. “Be careful but if anything happens, I’m here. I’ll come running to save my beloved president.”

You mouthed a wow. Silence blanketed the both of you as you nod in understanding - lips trying to contain the smiles and laughs - as he continued to express his devotion through his hand gestures - hand flying to point at you before returning to over his chest, patting it, then forming into a prayer of sorts - all the while mouthing his loyalty to you. 

With a shake of your head and hands indicating him to leave as you pulled yourself closer to your table, “Thanks but I doubt I need it.”

Instead, he tilted his head backwards and narrowed his eyes on the ceiling. “If you see what I saw, I wouldn’t put too much faith in him.”

Blood freezes over while questions overwhelm your mind. You gulped and licked your lips to get rid of the sudden dryness, “And what exactly are they?”

“He didn’t stop beating them up or screaming at them even when they were down. Three policemen had to pry him off and restrain him.”

Your heart dropped.

[neverdoingmuch]

Wait cql lawyer/law school AU

i got you my pal dont worry!!

law school, im gonna be honest and say i know like nothing about law or law school so pls ignore any inconsistencies or inaccuracies

lwj goes to law school and he is definitely the top student in his class. they’ve been there for like a month and everyone already knows he’s gonna be the best

his one and only competition is this dude called wei wuxian but lwj isn’t particularly worried about him

so far they’re still in the stage of the course where they do the fun things to sucker people into doing the class for the semester so there’s been some practise debates and arguments and stuff in their tutorial classes

wei wuxian has that Charisma and like yeah all of his arguments are perfect but also he has an amazing smile and people are like yes i can trust him 

(he’s definitely the sort to be like hm, the easy way to argue this case would be to quote some laws and use precedence to justify this but that’s boring)

lwj is also good at that sort of stuff because his arguments are perfect and everything is so perfectly researched that there should be no ground at all for someone to lodge a counterargument

(wei wuxian manages somehow and it makes lwj so mad)

but that’s whatever lwj thinks,, a lot of people join law thinking it’s gonna be like the tv shows and books and then get completely blindsided when it comes to the rote learning part or like the actual laws 

and for all of wwx’s confidence, lwj hasn’t actually seen wwx so much as touch the textbook/s and he always studies in the law library so he knows that wwx has probably never even been there bc he hasn’t seen him even once (why’s he looking? bc he needs to see which books wwx uses to study,, bc there has to be something going on there,, obviously)

then they do their first like proper written assignment and lwj and wwx tie for the highest scores and now lwj has a Rival and he refuses to lose to someone who thinks that putting a ‘-us’ sound at the end of a word makes it latin (did wwx say habeas corpus and then point at a soft drink and go  sprite-us can-us,,, maybe,,,,)

anyway! lwj and wwx are kinda rivals for the top spot and it’s one of those situations where one test lwj wins by a point but then the next test wwx gets full marks and they just keep exchanging the top spot in class

and this whole time wwx is like The Worst to have in class. he’s always interrupting to ask questions or just straight up not listening and spends the class doodling pictures of rabbits (they’re cute but wwx is terrible and he’s not allowed to make cute drawings)

so after a few months the most horrible thing happens.... they get put together in a project and lwj is like ugh. internally of course but his face is also saying ugh

the first time wwx and lwj get together to work on the project, lwj is prepared with a proper list of tasks to do all nicely split up between the two of them and a schedule for when they should get certain parts done by. 

needless to say, lwj does not expect wwx to be ready, but wwx is definitely on top of things

he rocks up and is like yeah let’s do this, this and this and have them done by this time - basically proposing to do everything that lwj has already written down

and lwj is pleasantly surprised and is like hm maybe i misjudged wwx and decides to like re-evaluate his opinion on him

in doing so he realises that when he’d never seen wwx studying, it wasn’t an exaggeration at all. he’s never seen wwx so much as touch a textbook or spend more than a minute on a laptop doing something that wasn’t minesweeper or solitaire

but wwx is also making all of their deadlines and even adds extra information and resources to their document that could be useful elsewhere and sometimes he shows up to their study sessions and he looks absolutely exhausted

eventually lwj manages to get the truth out and wwx is just like yeah it’s easier to get worse grades than a genius but if you both study and you still get lower grades, it’s not easy,, for jc or for me

so wwx usually studies at night when his brother is asleep and lwj is like that’s bad, you can’t keep that up and just when wwx is about to go off at him lwj is like you can come study at my place

and thus begins the wonderful time where everything is alright and lwj falls in love with wwx

they work really well together and wwx is strangely considerate and nice? when he finds out lwj likes rabbits, he goes out and buys bunny post-it notes for lwj and starts to always bring him a doodle of bunnies every time he comes over. he always gets his work done on time, early even, and his work is always so brilliant and every time wwx smiles at him, lwj feels warm inside etc etc

for a long while lwj is like yes (: this is friendship (: bc he’s never had a crush before but then on the day they submit their project wwx is like hey,, the two of us make a great team,, we should always work together,, now and next year and even when we graduate,, i want to help the innocent people who need our help and i think i’d like it a lot if you joined me and lwj has his oh moment

they get a perfect score on the project of course and even after it finishes, wwx keeps coming over to lwj’s place to study or just hang out and lwj is just falling more and more for wwx each day

they’re best friends now and everyone gets used to seeing them work together on projects and then turn around to try and decimate each other when they’re working one on one and lwj thinks that he might just be the happiest he’s ever been

but then one day wwx doesn’t show up to class. it shouldn’t be strange but wwx has never missed class even once and he ends up hearing from lxc who heard from jgy that wwx was caught sabotaging some other student’s work (the other student was jzxun, who had a fondness for playing devil’s advocate and other than wwx once telling him that his argument was shit, wwx never spoke to him or seemed to know who he was but lwj is a bit too angry to remember that)

he manages to find wwx outside of his dorms as he’s moving out and he’s just like why did you do that? and wwx is like oh y’know,, bc he’s not really sure what’s happening himself,, one second he was at the top of his class and the next he was being brought before a board and being told that he was being expelled but he’s not going to tell lwj that bc lwj would definitely try and stand up for him and then they’d both get expelled

but lwj is furious and just spits out well if our dreams meant so little to you then maybe it’s a good thing you failed now,, bc his mother was a lawyer who took all these little jobs that helped people who actually needed the help and lwj was looking forward to doing that with wwx and he doesn’t even seem to care that now they can’t do that 

wwx flinches and then smiles at him and just cheerily says, that’s me and leaves. he doesn’t look back and lwj doesn’t chase after him.

lwj doesn’t see him again for years (you can do 13 or 5 or however long you feel like)

lwj is a fully licensed lawyer and he’s working for the family company and he spends half of his time working on cases and uses the rest of his time to do like outreach programs where he goes and visits schools and runs sessions on what it’s like to be a lawyer, how to apply, and to provide assistance to any students who decide to study law at uni

and then at one of these programs he meets this kid, wen yuan, who is ridiculously bright and enthusiastic and has a smile that seems oddly familiar

at the end of the second session he comes up to lwj and is like mr. lan, is your name lan wangji? and lwj just says yes, expecting the kid to be a fan of one of his cases or something but then wen yuan is like oh wow! i thought i recognised you from my dad’s photo!

and lwj isn’t expecting much but he asks what the photo looks like and wen yuan pulls out this photo from his pocket and lwj immediately recognises it,, it’s the only photo he has of him and wwx

your father is wei ying? lwj asks him and wen yuan is like yes, hesitates, and then asks, would you like to see him?

and that’s how lwj finds himself following wen yuan to some dinky little office that has a plaque outside that reads wen and wei

(wen ning is the nicest and sweetest person ever and lots of people underestimate him but then he’s an absolute monster on court. he gets up and completely decimates the opponent and then at the end is like (: it was so nice to meet you!! i am baby!! and all that,, you know our boy)

anyway they walk in and wwx turns to greet wen yuan but then he sees lwj and is like woah! you! and he’s not sure whether to hide or go and hug lwj so he just gives him a fist bump,, like a bro,, and immediately wants to shrivel up and die

anyway they get the reunion stuff out of the way, swelling music, tender wrist holding, lots of staring, lwj silently declaring his wholehearted love for wwx and refusing to believe rumours about him again even though he doesn’t actually know what happened, you know how it goes

from wwx’s side of things,, after he got kicked out he went to some small uni. good in its own right but not known for their law program and ended up specialising in family law

the first case he ever won was for the wens to have the right to keep custody of a-yuan and the first case wen ning ever won was to let wwx adopt a-yuan bc i’m soft like that

so wwx has just been kinda vibing,, being a single dad, living with the wens and helping to make that difference he always promised he would

now this isn’t gonna be some au where lwj goes oh my! i must give up my high salary job and work with wwx! bc lwj has been doing good stuff at his current job and for all of his family’s stuffiness, they run a fair and just company 

but! he does end up helping wwx when wwx gets a letter with a bunch of information about the jins and how they’re actually super corrupt and evil (big surprise,,) and how wwx was maybe definitely framed bc he was doing some casual work on the side and stumbled across some bad shit on the jins back in uni

lwj ends up being the one to take the case officially but wwx is definitely the guy leading it and so lwj ends up spending most of his time at the wen-wei office

lwj definitely bonds with wen yuan, who also wants to go into law, and writes him recommendation letters and helps him edit his applications and stuff

(and one day wen yuan is like leaving you was the hardest thing dad ever did and i dont think you appreciated how much he cared about you. he really did think that he annoyed you ‘til the end and lwj is like no! he didn’t! and wen yuan is like yeah i know but you gotta tell him and lwj really does mean to but the time is never right or something like that but also wen yuan is all but calling lwj dad at this point)

anyway they end up going to court, side by side, working as a team just as they promised to do and just as they finish their final day on the case, ended with the jury ruling jgy guilty and wwx’s reputation all but saved, wwx turns around and flings himself at lwj

is he crying? is he laughing? a bit of both tbh but wwx ends up confessing right then and there, still on record and everything (is that how that works??? idk! let’s say it does)

and what can lwj do but make out with him?

did a news crew come in to film the results of this massive court case just to end up with five minutes of wangxian kissing?? maybe! but when it played on tv it meant wwx and lwj didnt have to actually tell anyone they got together

(and does lwj eventually pop the question using wwx’s bad latinification? yes and wwx is too busy laughing to accept at first but he does and they end up being the worst possible tutors for wen yuan as he goes through law school bc they keep being all gross and lovey-dovey and acting like law school is the most romantic place in the world)

[bobataeminsuga]

everyone's talking about music in your asks so i wanna know what your music hcs are for the genshin boys 👉👈

anon im so sorry for taking so long to reply but i really thought about it... and this is the first time ive ever made like a list of hcs so bear with me

i didnt know whether you meant hcs for the type of music they listened to or like them as musicians so i kinda did both

Genshin boy’s music headcannons under the cut!!

characters: kaeya, diluc, venti, albedo, bennett, razor, xingqiu, chongyun, zhongli, childe, xiao, scaramouche, aether, dainsleif

kaeya:

I get big sweater weather by the neighbourhood vibes from him

bi icon i guess

He loves the neighbourhood

Daddy issues by the neighbourhood yessir

He can play the guitar. his voice is okay, he’s not bad, he can sing and its really nice but its not the prettiest out of all the genshin boys

he loves serenading people and it just works bro, he knows exactly how to make people fall for him

diluc:

a lot of ppl say he would listen to like emo music or something but he listens to classical music

i mean he's a nobleman after all

he grew up learning the piano so he fell in love with classical music at a young age

unlike kaeya, he doesnt serenade people, instead you can find him playing piano at midnight, very captivating (i think i said this in a previous post lol)

hates it when kaeya gets control over the music

definitely the "pop music is so annoying and meaningless" bitch

venti:

nicki Minaj

I dont know why but nicki Minaj

Maybe doja cat too ngl

tbh venti just loves every genre of music

but he really loves everything the nameless bard has ever sung to him - whether it was an original song or not

Learnt every instrument just so he could play the nameless bard’s music wherever he went - venti loves him and his music very much

albedo:

Something magical

ghibli soundtracks maybe?

he likes merry-go-round from howls moving castle that's for sure

maybe chill vibey music

Luke chiang, maybe?

I wouldn’t be surprised if he could play the piano too but violin me thinks… or maybe viola just to prove how much better he is at music theory oooh so fancy he can read alto clef even though violas suck

Only sings lullabies to klee, doesnt sing otherwise, but he has a very calming and pretty singing voice, everyone wishes he sang more (khoi dao singing :,) )

bennett:

number one victory royale- no jk he doesn't listen to that shit unironically

bennett likes Wilbur Soot

really likes your new boyfriend

but other than that he really likes music with deep lyrics, he likes meaningful things

he also really likes singing, he's not that great at it but he loves it and he wants to get better at it

would probably be a band kid, probably plays the trumpet or something

razor:

razor doesn't really understand music

he doesn't have a favourite genre or artist or song

but he really likes bennett's singing

even if bennett thinks he's bad, razor likes listening to him sing, he thinks bennett is the best singer in all of teyvet

he doesn't know this wilbur soot guy, he thinks those are bennett’s songs and that bennett wrote im in love with an egirl about fischl and doesn’t know how to feel about that

Razor cant play any instruments but if he did maybe drums??? Hm… 

xingqiu:

everyone thinks he likes classical music - which he does, its just not his favourite

he listens to cavetown me thinks

like i think he listens to cavetown if you get what im saying

Sings lemon boy to chongyun even if he isnt a good singer

He plays the flute, not the best, he’s still learning

his older brother plays the violin and they often argue about which is the better/worse instrument

chongyun:

rnb? I get an rnb vibe from him

maybe krnb? like junny and crush

Chongyun is very swaggy imo so i feel like he’d like swaggy chill music therefore krnb

Not the biggest fan of cavetown but if xingqiu is listening to this is home then chongyun knows he has to be there to comfort him and sits through the song anyways 

Chongyun doesnt play any instruments, he sings all the time without realizing it though

he has a very nice voice and xingqiu always tells him this but he doesnt believe this (kinsens singing voice ;-;)

zhongli:

yet another classical music enjoyer

doesnt really mind other genres but he doesnt really like rap

also really likes old rock

journey, the Beatles, queen, he loves it all

but his favourite song is the song guizhong sings to the glaze lilies, nothing can replace that

Cant sing for shit, which is why he cant pick glaze lilies himself

Cant play any instruments either, playing music was always guizhong’s thing, not really his so he never bothered learning

childe:

pop music, whatever’s on the radio im sorry white boy

but also… hayloft? I feel like he would listen to hayloft but the question is would he listen to hayloft?

Surprisingly listens to rich brian bc he heard scaramouche listening once and loved it

Can sing, like he gets the notes right and stuff, nobody wants to hear it though (im so sorry griffin burns)

But sometimes he sings lullabies to tonia, anton, and teucer and :,)

Knows a little bit of piano - he had to teach tonia a bit back home bc they couldnt afford a piano teacher for her until he became a harbinger

xiao:

my chemical romance- nah I'm just joking he likes calming music, mcr and music like that would actually get on his nerves

he likes whatever venti plays

which makes him another big fan of the nameless bard - he doesnt know the songs aren’t venti’s though

JOJI

I think he likes joji, slow dancing in the dark and like you do are his favourites

Agoraphobic by corpse husband

Wishes he knew more about music but whenever venti offers to teach him he gets all “an adeptus doesn’t need to know such things”

He only sings to venti and the traveler whenever he thinks they’re asleep or sings them to sleep but he has sUCH A NICE VOICE (orz kinsen) - traveler and venti team up to get him to sing more

scaramouche:

CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME BUT YOU LOVE ME

Corpse husband.

literally just loud music with heavy bass I can see scaramouche listening to that

blasts that shit at the zapolyarny palace so that everyone knows he's there

signora hates it - childe, not so much but finds it a bit annoying sometimes

This man cant sing, he refuses to and he refuses to play an instrument

NO WAIT HE LIKES TAKAYAN

Cheating is a crime by takayan is his anthem

aether:

He likes whatever reminds him most of home, whatever makes him nostalgic

butterfly by bts

Youth by troye sivan

how to save a life by the fray

Mr loverman by ricky montgomery?

yeah sad music, he doesn't know where his sister is, he wants to go home, of course he'd be sad

Aether likes troye sivan, he gives me that vibe

Ukulele boy aether :o

He used to play the ukulele and sing with lumine (luyin kana’s voice :”) )

abyss prince aether tho hmmm… might be a different story, i feel like he wouldnt be a ukulele boy but he would still listen to sad music me thinks

dainsleif:

He doesn’t listen to music

Knows about music, but doesn’t listen to it

They say long ago he used to sing a lot, rumour has it he was one of the best singers in Khaenri'ah, he doesnt sing anymore

Hears aether singing and gets sad about lumine (or vice versa)

[buckleyydiaz]

random moreid fic idea!! reid and morgan were online boyfriends years before joinign the bau, but ended bc of long distance. they meet again on reid’s first day and he immediately recognizes morgan, even though he’s gotten taller and more muscular, and when gideon introduces him to the team as “dr. spencer reid” morgan’s speechless, and its slow burn from there ♥︎♥︎

here is chapter one! sorry this has taken a while! also on ao3 here

if you weren’t just an online romance 1/?, 900 words, moreid

summary: 

It would without a doubt come as a great shock to the Behavioural Analysis Unit team members that Derek had been in a long term relationship, and at that, a committed one, not a quick fling or dalliance more about sex than emotions.

It would not, however, surprise them that this had been a one time occurrence, although there were a myriad of other elements of it that would. Primarily? That it had been with a man, but also that it occurred online, and that even over a year after the relationship’s end, he would still go back to Spencer without a second thought.

Apparently, Gideon had a new protege. A kid, who from all Derek had heard, despite being quite the genius, barely made it into the FBI, with the usually mandatory fitness tests being waived for him, and no attempt even being made to try and give him a gun. That was, if the rumour mill was to be trusted.

To say Derek was unexcited to meet the new kid would be an understatement - the last thing he needed was to have to look after some hopeless, useless newbie, pretend that he liked him, and wait out him inevitably leaving when he realised what the job really involved, that it wasn’t some desk job where he could solve problems, but a real, hands on job, where people got hurt, died, and that was life.

Whilst he trusted Gideon, he was also slightly skeptical of the supposed genius - how smart could he really be? After meeting Spencer, his ex-boyfriend, Derek had gained very high standards for the capabilities of a genius, and he wasn’t sure this newbie would reach them.

The other team members did not seem so doubtful about the kid, which almost made Derek feel bad, but Derek had not been a trusting person for a long time, so he figured he could excuse it - this wasn’t something specific to this incoming kid. It wasn’t as though he wanted the new guy to be a disappointment either, he just preferred to brace himself for it.

His eyes alternated between the door and the clock as he awaited the kid’s arrival, occasionally glancing back down at his work to keep up the image that he was actually doing work - not that anyone was fooled, nor cared. Most of the team were buzzing with excitement over the new agent’s imminent arrival, a pleasant change from the gloom that had seemed to be stuck over them for the months following Agent Hazelton’s death, since Gideon’s suspension. Even if he wasn’t excited about the idea of the new kid, and who he was, Derek did desperately hope that some new blood would help make this shift a permanent one.

It seemed as though the newbie couldn’t even be on time on his first day, something which frustrated Derek to no end. Not only was he going to end up having to babysit this guy who hadn’t even been able to properly get into the FBI, but he was going to have to deal with someone who was either highly disorganised, had really bad luck, or was just chronically late - none of which were things that were good qualities for an agent in the BAU. Gideon really must be losing it if he thought that this kid was going to work on the team, and Derek hadn’t even met him yet.

“Hello, my delicious piece of chocolate!” Garcia said excitedly as she walked to his desk.

“Hey Baby Girl,” Derek responded, grateful for the distraction from the door and the clock, both of which were quickly losing interest, despite knowing that any minute, the new 

“Do you know when the new guy is coming?” she asked, beginning her standard rapidfire speaking, “He is supposed to be starting today, right? I can’t wait to meet him, although I’m sure he will be nowhere near as perfect as you!”

Derek couldn’t help but grin - he really had found his (platonic) soulmate in Penelope Garcia, even when he was moping about a new agent, she could brighten up his day immeasurably. He swore it was some kind of magic power of hers - if anyone were to have magic, it would be her, anyway.

“The newbie is running a bit late, I think, that’s all. And I had better hope that you don’t plan on letting this kid replace me! Can’t have anyone stealing my girl!”

That was when Derek realised how quiet the rest of the bullpen had gone, highlighting the single gasp that he heard following his words. He turned his head around again to face the door, where he had neglected looking during his quick chat with Garcia, and saw the source of the noise.

A familiar set of eyes met his, and he quickly took in the man in front of him - although he was slightly taller and healthy looking than when Derek had last seen him, the cute face, the lanky limbs, the nerdy haircut - they all gave him away.

It was all that Derek could do to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor at the sight, the sight of a man he had never expected to see again, not in real life, not in the office, not anywhere but in his dreams.

But there he was, as clear as day, as real as everyone else in the building with them. 

Gideon cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention, stopping the eyes of those around them from flickering between Derek, Garcia and the new agent, releasing it was much more important to listen to what the Senior Agent was about to discuss than to contemplate the newbie’s shock at Derek and Garcia’s slightly unconventional friendship.

“As you all are aware, today we are getting a new agent joining this team. I would like you all to meet Dr. Spencer Reid, the BAU’s newest team member.”

Not that he had ever doubted it, but Derek’s recognition had been correct. This definitely would not go well.

[ijustwant2write]

Protesting for Love-Ada Shelby x Fem!Reader

(GIF credit to @deartomhardy)

Masterlist

Requested by anonymous

Summary: ‘Hi I was wondering if you would write a Ada Shelby x fem reader. One where the reader (who wears suites BC she works in the Shelby business) and Ada are at a march or communist meeting and the police raid the joint and reader tries to stand up to them and is badly hurt or something and Ada has to drag her to Polly's so she doesn't die (from her wounds). And like Ada wouldn't leave her side at all. If you feel uncomfortable or just don't want to I completely understand. Thanks love’

Characters: Ada Shelby x Fem!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Violence against women, injuries, blood, homophobia, swearing

(A/N: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ADA SHELBY, JUST SAYING)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Here you go Ada.” (Y/N) smiled as she handed the finished papers over, their hands softly brushing over each others.

“Thanks (Y/N). Are we still on for tomorrow?” she asked, smiling as she glanced around, wondering if anyone had noticed.

“Of course we are.” (Y/N) perched on the edge of the desk.“I’ve been looking forward to this all week!”

“Do you think we should have made a banner? I don’t know whether there will be any, do you think anyone will have them?”

“Ada, we don’t have time! Besides, us just being there is enough; a woman working for the Shelby’s, marching in a protest with a Shelby!”

“Oh, so that’s why you asked me to the march.”

“That’s not the only reason. You’re pretty cute too.”

Ada reached over to whack (Y/N) with her papers, missing as she jumped out of the way, both of them laughing. Some heads turned, dismissing the behaviour, whereas others thought back to the rumours that had been circling. (Y/N) hardly hid her differences, walking around in suits made by the same people as Thomas Shelby, never once being seen in a skirt or dress. She was always immaculately dressed, her hair scraped back in a ponytail or bun (apart from when she had had a few too many whiskies in the Garrison). As a woman who stood out, some men were put off by her confidence, knowing that they could never control her; however, there were others that wanted the challenge, though they were met with the surprise of her sharp wit and insults if they offended her. No one had ever seen (Y/N) with a man on her arm, or even flirting with one, most people put two and two together and well...that’s where the rumours came in.

“And where are you two off to tomorrow?” Polly asked, knowing that they had taken the day off for a bad reason.

“Would you believe us if we said we were going shopping?” (Y/N) smirked.

“And why the fuck would you be going shopping?”

Ada giggled.“We’re going to a protest for women’s rights.”

“Of course you are.”

“Polly, how are we supposed to progress towards any sort of equality with that sort of attitude? I mean, you’ve been to one-”

“I’m going to stop you right there Ada. You know I can’t come, if I could, I would, but also remember the last time I went?”

(Y/N) tried to keep her laugh to herself.“You were so drunk, it was the best day of my life.”

“Glad someone enjoyed themselves. Don’t cause trouble or draw attention to yourselves, you are representing the Shelby’s remember. Tommy isn’t in a good mood, business gone wrong, I don’t want him anymore pissed off.” Polly warned before leaving us.

(Y/N) scoffed.“When is he ever in a good mood?”

The next day came, and both women were up bright and early, excited to join their sisters in the march. (Y/N) stood on the corner of the street, leaning against the side of a house, waiting for Ada as instructed. She knew her brothers would try to stop her, it was bad for the Shelby image. But did she care? Of course not. (Y/N) heard footsteps coming towards her, grinning when Ada practically skipped towards her, looping their arms together as they got close.

“You ready?” (Y/N) asked, already walking.

“Yep! Luckily it was just Pol in the house, so I got out easily.”

“Let’s go, I wanna get a good spot in the crowd.”

There was a sense of power in the air as the pair joined the women forming a crowd outside a factory, especially as they stood together. They had left their work or homes to band together, it was empowering. The woman taking lead of the march stood on a crate and spoke up, announcing that they would wait ten more minutes before starting, receiving a cheer as a reply. Ada and (Y/N) found themselves speaking to those close to them, all of the ladies introducing themselves and joking about what they were missing out on that day. More women showed up, a regularly large crowd forming.

“Ladies, you have all left your homes this morning for a reason, for the same reason.” the leader projected her voice, capturing everyone’s attention.“You want to make the world a more equal place for the women in it now, and for future generations. This is just the first step among many, some days we will run, maybe even soar, but other days will be hard. There will be days where we are beaten back, where we will have to retract those steps in order to progress. Though I believe that if we stick together, we can make a difference!”

Everyone cheered, getting excited for their march. The leader started to go through where they would be walking, and what to look out for (such as pubs which held drunk men throughout the day, the factories where they would surely be called out at). 

“I truly think this is going to be historical.” (Y/N) whispered to Ada.

“And we’re a part of it! I can’t wait to see the look on Tommy’s face when he realises we’re marching past the shop.” Ada smirked, holding her head up high.

“Oh, that will be classic! I’m so sick of some of his workers you know. Actually, I’ve been meaning to speak to him about that....wait, are those policemen?”

They turned their heads, confirming what (Y/N) had just asked. Everyone had noticed but stood their ground.

“Gentlemen, can we help you?” the leader sassed, crossing her arms over her chest. They didn’t reply, but started grabbing women and pulling them away from the group.“Let go of them! We haven’t done anything against the law!”

The once peaceful protest had turned into a riot, the policemen harshly pulling apart the crowd; women were thrown to the floor, others against walls, some were even being handcuffed! Screams, cries of pain and protest rang out in the street, confusion and anger on everyone’s faces. (Y/N) had immediately grabbed Ada’s hand, dragging her away from the scene when a policeman stopped her. She thrashed her fists against him as they were torn apart, screaming out for Ada. (Y/N) lost sight of her, having to concentrate on not getting her face pulverised.

(Y/N) wasn’t a great fighter, though she knew some things about self defence; however, he was able to overpower her, tripping her up so that she fell to the ground. Her eyes widened when the police officer raised his truncheon, not holding back when he swung it down at her, using all his strength. The blows were sharp and strong, (Y/N) crying out as she became winded, her body aching in many different places. She tried to reach out and grab it, but it slipped past her fingers, hitting her square in the face. Her nose stung, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She started choking, rolling onto her side, though this exposed her even more to the beatings. Her scream rang out as she felt something crack, the feeling inside of her making her want to be sick.

Suddenly the beatings stopped, and she finally had a chance to breathe, recollect herself. (Y/N) looked around her, vision blurry as she tried to make out what was happening. There were still people being attacked, though (Y/N) didn’t stick around long enough to help. She was clumsily pulled to her feet, at first fighting them off because she thought it was a policeman again, only stopping when she heard Ada’s voice.

“It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s Ada, we need to go, now!” she rushed, helping the woman to her feet.

Although (Y/N) still wasn’t all there, she was only just able to stagger, her steps slow and unsteady. Ada didn’t want to rush her, knowing that she was injured, however, there were still policemen everywhere, she couldn’t defend both of them. They were extremely lucky to escape despite their slow steps, finally making it back to Polly’s house. As Ada took all of (Y/N)’s body weight, her eyes glanced towards the clock; all of that had happened in just under an hour, how was that possible?! 

“Pol? Polly?!” Ada yelled out, placing (Y/N) onto a seat at the kitchen table, holding onto her as she slumped.“(Y/N), you have to stay awake! Pol’s going to help you.”

Polly rushed downstairs at the sound of her distressed niece, eyes widening at the sight. Her niece had blood splattered on her face, clothes in disarray, but it was the sight of (Y/N) that shocked her; her entire face was red, the whites of the her eyes standing out, she wasn’t fully conscious, her head lulling side to side as she tried to stay awake.

“What the fuck happened?” Polly exclaimed, rushing over to them.

“The-the police...they just showed up and attacked us! We didn’t even say anything, they just grabbed the women and started beating them up. (Y/N) tried to protect me but one of them got her and-”

“Alright, alright! Get me warm water and towels, quickly!”

Ada ran upstairs as Polly gently removed (Y/N)’s coat and suit jacket, her white shirt was doused in her blood. As Polly felt around her torso, (Y/N) yelped at the pain that shot through her ribs. 

“Sorry, I think it’s fractured, how’s your breathing?” Polly assessed.

“It just hurts when I take deep breaths.” (Y/N) winced, wiping her bloody mouth with the back of her hand.

Ada’s heavy footsteps bellowed around the house as she came back, filling up a bowl with the warm water before giving that and the towels to Polly.

“Starting cleaning her face, I need to cut her shirt off.” Polly instructed.

“(Y/N)? I need to clean your face, OK? Just concentrate on me, alright?” Ada shakily said.

(Y/N) hummed in response, welcoming the relaxing feeling of the warm water on her face. Polly kept glancing upwards the the young women, watching her niece’s adoring eyes bore into (Y/N)’s. Polly continued to check for any other injuries, finding more and more black bruising, beatings that had broken the skin; it would take weeks before she was fully healed.

“You should have run. I would have got away.” Ada mumbled, stroking back (Y/N)’s hair.“Oh, there’s blood in your hair too.”

“I would never eave you like that, they were going to hurt you.” (Y/N) coughed.

“But look what happened to you! Why did those bastards even attack us in the first place?!”

“Ada,” Polly warned,“the stress isn’t helping. Go clean yourself up and make some tea.”

“No! I’m not leaving her. She’s in too much pain.”

“Ada-”

“Polly, I said no!”

The aunt was surprised by Ada’s snap, even though she knew how much trauma had just been caused. But as she looked at them, Ada cradling (Y/N)’s upper body in her arms, her head on top of the injured woman, laying a sweet kiss on it, things started to piece together. Those looks weren’t those of best friends, they were something more. Ada’s defensive state, her refusal of leaving, it made sense now. (Y/N) was leaning into Ada’s embrace, gripping onto her arm as Polly examined her. Polly had always dismissed the rumours, shot down any questions thrown her way, and now she was seeing the real truth.

With a sigh, Polly carried on looking at (Y/N)’s wounds before moving onto Ada. Happy that her niece wasn’t harmed (apart from some bruising), she loosely tied a bandage around (Y/N)’s ribs, instructing that she do nothing extremely physical for the next six weeks in order to heal. Polly and Ada assisted (Y/N) upstairs, changing her into a nightgown and gently laying her down in Ada’s old bed. Before Ada could even sit next to her, Polly grabbed her arm.

“Ada, a word.” 

Ada rolled her eyes, hesitantly following Polly out of the room. They stood in the hallway, voices hushed as they spoke.

“What?” Ada crossed her arms over her chest.

“Whatever is going on between you two, you need to be careful.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, I’m not an idiot Ada! People have already been speaking of this, if this got out-”

“What would happen? Would it be so bad?”

“Ada, people aren’t accepting of this! It isn’t normal.”

“Normal? The fact that we...that we-”

“That you love each other? See, you can’t even say it.”

“We haven’t spoke of this! It just sort of happened. We’ll talk about it when we’re comfortable.”

“Will that be before or after you fuck?”

Ada gasped.“It’s not about sex. (Y/N) has always understood me, she’s always been by my side. I can’t see my life without her in it.”

“These things you’re saying are huge, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes, and I wouldn’t say them if I didn’t mean it.”

“Ada, I’m just worried. People will target you even more for loving a woman, it won’t be safe.”

“It’s not safe for me being a Shelby! Or even standing up for women’s rights as we’ve just seen.”

“I’m not going to convince you otherwise, am I?”

“No. And I don’t care if people don’t accept it, it’s my life. I’ll do what I want.”

With that, Ada went back into her old bedroom, desperately wanting to slam the door, but not wanting to wake up (Y/N). She couldn’t help but melt at the peaceful sight. Her steps were light as to not make the floorboards creak, silently laying beside (Y/N) in the bed. Gently holding her hand, Ada kissed it, tears forming in her eyes.

“I’m sorry that you got hurt protecting me.” she whispered.“I wish I could have done more. I wish people wouldn’t look at us differently if we told them about us. But...but maybe, if there are any differences made to women’s rights, we might have a chance. It doesn’t matter what the world thinks, because I love you. And I know you love me. That’s all I need in this world, you’re all I need in this world.”

She knew (Y/N) couldn’t hear her. It didn’t matter. Her words were true and it felt good to speak them. One day, when she was confident enough, Ada would tell her in person, and hopefully receive the same words back. Their love was strong, stronger than any other love Ada had seen. And that’s what was going to get them through this, through this terrible, evil world.

[twinkluvr67]

alright, now that my post limit is reset, this will likely be the last post i make. i’ll stick this at the end of my queue so it’ll be at the top of my page.

i have 323 followers as of writing this post. when i made the “list of users that i don’t like” list, i had maybe 316. my posts hardly get over 5 notes. i’m not some popular tumblr user that was trying to put these other people on blast... i honestly treat my tumblr as a public diary, and i make random posts just to get thoughts out of my system, and then i delete them at the end of the day.

i was never making a “blocklist”. i personally don’t give two shits if you follow those people, even though i don’t like them. so, like, stop asking to be “put on the list”... i’ve never even heard of any of you people in my ask box lmao... i don’t have any opinion on you so there’s no reason for you to even be on my “list”. honestly the fact that y’all saw a list and immediately wanted to be put on is kinda pathetic imo but that’s none of my business i guesssss

i don’t know anything about the people on my list..... i don’t even know the names of any of them. i don’t know their age, race, gender, anything... all i know is that toadprince is white and that’s basically it. and you know what? i don’t care. because guess what! it’s not a crime to dislike people who happen to be minors or poc. they’re annoying as hell and the fact that they’re my age (16) or people of color really does not change that fact. so uh... stop vilifying me for saying i don’t like them, lol. i’m allowed to have opinions and feelings.

umm, what else... oh, yeah. i don’t like homophobic jokes when they go too far. i don’t like that “y’all know homosexuality is a sin, right...?” nonsense. it’s nasty and makes me hells of uncomfortable. and the whole “i hate gay people my age” post by scammer... ugly as hell. unironically gay and homophobic (and transphobic, for making fun of neopronouns LOL). i don’t think making jokes like “i’m homophobic lel” or “i hate gay people” is bad, obviously..... i just hate when jokes like that go too far. sorry for having boundaries, i guess.

um, and i guess regarding some claims in my ask box? well firstly, i’m not racefaking, lol. my father is puerto rican and dominican and is literally brown and my mom is white. so yeah, i’m mixed latino/white. i’m not gonna drop family pics to prove it to you so you’re just gonna have to take my word for it and believe that i have literally 0 reason to racefake lmao... and about some other stuff, please stop pinning the blame on me for having this blow up. i really didn’t expect any of this to happen and it’s honestly really upsetting. also, there are some claims of nasty shit that some of those users did and i want everyone to know that whatever you say abt those users on the “list” i’m taking it with a grain of salt bc 1. you’re on anon 2. no sources and 3. lots of rumours surround popular users so it’s hard to take them at face value.

anyways, all this situation has really shown me is that i was right, lol. in all honesty? i’m not surprised at all that as soon as they caught whiff of my post, all their followers and mutuals came out of the woodwork to harass me. mean people attract mean people, after all! i mean it completely unironically when i say all of your vibes are rancid as hell.

so, i’m just taking this whole situation as a last straw for me and i’m going to finally quit using tumblr. i’ve been entirely too dependent on tumblr and the good it’s done me is over. it feels like everyday i see something upsetting and honestly the only reason i stayed was for my friends, and for all the art i love to see. i’ve been wanting to quit tumblr for a long long time and now that this whole thing happened, i’m really ready to let it go. this website is great for a lot of reasons, but ultimately the entire environment is just... really awful. even staying within my small circle of good mutuals and some other choice people i follow, there’s no real way to escape negativity. i’ve been doing really well with my life lately... i got a new hobby (friendship bracelets!!) and i’ve been taking meds for my mental health. i’m more active and getting out of the house and taking more care of my body, and i’m finally feeling more like a real person. but whenever i get back into using tumblr regularly, it feels like all that progress is taken away.

i just want to live my life without fear that everything i say is going to be scrutinized and/or taken the wrong way. i just want to live a normal life, free of weird annoying people who think they’re woke for bullying others. at least in real life people own up to their bullying, lol. 

but, yeah... goodbye, i guess. i’m gonna focus on my mental health now and get back into learning korean and practice drawing more and maybe learn how to knit and sew. maybe i’ll even start writing again! who knows. anyways, this site is poison and i really regret being here since i was 13. and, uh, get therapy. @ literally all of you

if you want to know what i’m up to or you want to talk or anything, feel free add me on discord (vera#0877). i don’t really use other social media, so discord will pretty much be the only way to reach me. if my discord changes and you can’t add me, ask @vrisdaves for my new one.

seeya o7

[thequeenofadream]

Somebody that I used to know (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary:   you used to be ben’s and ben used to be yours, but you broke up due to distance and media pressure. you both decide that beings friends is for the best, but ben barely even sees you anymore.

Words: 2,473

Notes: drinking is done (i’ve never drunk bc im not an illegal yes yes so sorry if this is not accurate i tried to do research) get rEKTT BY THE ANGST TRAIN.

A/N:  i know it’s valentine’s but uh yesa.. um HAPPY VALENTINES!! <3 ps. this will probably be a three part series and if this flops u never saw me

 🎊 tagging:   @obsessedwithrogertaylor @malekdarling @i-padfootblack-things 

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You were a mess; much like a painting, a thousand words hid behind your gaze. Words of anger, words of sadness, words of relief; they all raced through your mind. He was a mess; much like liquor, he’d try to numb the pain, but he couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. The day had come where he couldn’t hide behind a pillar of excuses.

You and Ben had been dating for a year now and six months in, you decided to go public. There have been many downfalls and peaks within that time. Ben was always out either shooting or doing press tours; meanwhile you were almost always on the other side of the world, busy with your own tour. Whatever time you had together would be miniscule; the way time flew when you were together was almost surreal.

You met on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. You were called upon to do a cover of “Killer Queen” along with a small part in the movie; You obviously could not say refuse. You cleared your schedule for the next two weeks, right before you’d leave for tour, and packed your bags. When you got there, you were lost and late, but luckily a blonde british boy found you wandering the halls.

“Hey, are you (Y/N)?”

“Uhm, yeah.”

“Lots of people are looking for you.”

It blossomed from there, and it was what a feeling it was. You only spent two weeks in production, but you could feel the strong friendly energy radiating off of everyone, it was particularly amazing to watch Rami become Freddie Mercury. You had gotten acquainted with everyone, and even exchanged social media handles, but Ben was especially ‘friendly’. About a week before you had to leave, the blonde finally asked you on a date.

You were honestly completely oblivious to his efforts, because everything seemed to good to be true on the magical sets of Bohemian Rhapsody. You thought he was  just being his kind, generous and chivalrous self, however all those intimate moments between you two did spark butterflies in your stomach. It kind of baffled you, trying to figure out what about you caught his attention. He took you out to see London, and at the end of the day he brought you to a cozy bistro where you were spent time alone. At the end of the date, he had built up enough confidence to ask you if you wanted to try and be a thing. With the adrenaline pumping in your veins, you accepted a million times over.

You spent the last week, absolutely smitten over one another and when you left you both called each other everyday. On your sixth month together, he flew all the way to one of your concerts. He surprised you after the show and you almost cried.

“I want the whole world to know you’re my whole world.”

That was when you cried. You agreed and you both went public. It had been a rough seven months, from cheating allegations to pregnancy rumours to the constant harassment from paparazzi and others. It was ripping the both of you apart, and there was so much pain because of your love. It was like being together, unravelled the both of you. The only reason you were still strong was because of him, but all the consequences had struck you down. You felt like you couldn’t be yourself without being associated to Ben, and he felt the same. You loved each other dearly, but you still wanted to have your own careers.  

And this was where you stood, in Ben’s London apartment. You had a show tomorrow night, but you figured you had to talk to him.

You both at looked at each other, your faces full of sorrow and disbelief. You thought you could somehow last forever, but almost is never enough. You both knew what had to be done, you just didn’t want to imagine each other apart. You decided to speak up, sobbing softly.

“Ben, we can’t go on like this.” You held his hand lightly. You felt weak and tired, but you were holding onto whatever you had left.

“I know.” He said simply, tightening his grip on your hand. He seemed almost mad at himself.

“So that’s it?” You asked tears trailing down your cheek. You thought he would have something more to say. He took you by the waist and held you close.

“All we do is hurt each other. It’d be better for us to be friends.” He paused, running a hand through your hair.

“We just hurt each other, I knew this since before. I just didn’t want to believe it, but now I see that it’s unhealthy. I’m not worthing of saying I love you when I’m the cause of your everyday agony.” He speaks softly, his voice cracking at the end.

“You’re not the cause of my everyday agony. In fact, you’re my sunshine. ” You say quietly, hugging him as close as humanly possible.

“But you wouldn’t be in so much pain if it weren’t for me.” He replies, taking in your scent, holding onto it. He clung onto you as if you were never to see one another again. You just stayed in each other’s embrace, one last time in silence. It was a somewhat comforting silence, knowing the pain would be over, but you were going to lose who you thought was the love of your life.

After you had both said your goodbyes, you left. You agreed you would both still be friends, but it just didn’t seem right to you. Maybe, if you had both met in much more normal circumstances you would have reached the end, but that wasn’t going happen. You had to go on and put the best happy face for your concert tonight.

“(Y/N), Are you okay?” Lucy asked snapping a finger in front of you. She had gone backstage to check on you, before you went out. You had invited the cast to your concert, but you weren’t sure if Ben would even come which was understandable.

You were zoning off into the distance, unable to process anything. Ever since yesterday, everything had been a blur and you couldn’t get your mind off of him. You hadn’t been able to sleep, eat, and think straight. You missed him so much, and it was bad.

“(Y/N)?” Lucy asked once more, shaking your shoulders.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You finally said, sighing deeply. You were most definitely not, but who could tell? Ben usually did, that’s who.

“If you say so. You’re gonna kill it tonight!” She said smiling softly. She knew what happened, but you had basically told everyone to not mention it and told the media to ‘piss off’. You really needed to do well tonight. You flashed a weak smile, assuring her you were ‘pumped’. She left you to it and went back out into the crowds.

She sat down with Rami, Gwilym and Joe, who immediately started asking about you.

“Not so good.” She sighed as the rest of them sighed in unison. They had been trying to comfort you and Ben, but that was proving to be difficult as it seemed like everything reminded you both of one another.

“Where’s Ben?” Rami asked, worrying about his other friend.

“He’s probably watching a livestream of the concert. He said he was going to practice drumming, but we all know that it could be very much code for well..” Joe trailed not even daring to put them in the same sentence. Suddenly, the lights went out and the show was about to start. Gwilym quickly added “We’ll have to split up later.”

It wasn't that they wanted to meddle between your relationship. It was more like seeing their parents divorce or something. They didn't want to choose any side, and they didn't want to see either of you looking terribly miserable.

The show was typical. It wasn’t anything grand, but it wasn’t boring. Although if you looked closely, you could see hurt written across your face. You remember how you would send Ben videos of the concert and he would express how proud he was. Almost every love song you sang was inspired by him and you couldn’t avoid him while pouring out your emotions on stage. You had to physically restrain yourself not to become a sad and depressing loser who had broken up with her boyfriend. You started feeling hazy towards the end of the show, so you were pretty loose in those last moments.

“Goodnight everyone!” You chriped, faking confidence, before stepping off stage and heading to your dressing room, lying across your sofa. You had literally told everyone that you'd deal with whatever they needed later, right now you just needed to breathe.

Your closed your eyes, trying not to think of him.You blamed yourself for the downfall. Maybe if you hadn’t gone too fast, you both wouldn’t end up crashing and burning. Maybe you shouldn’t have said yes to being the girlfriend of a guy you had known for a week. You had let everything go to your head. It was all a mistake, a beautiful yet tragic mistake.

You decided that if you wanted to get over him you needed to get rid of everything that reminded you of him, but you didn’t really know how to. You weren’t ready to just throw everything away. You needed start small. You fell asleep whilst mindlessly thinking; honestly you just wanted to sleep for a thousand years.

Lucy and Rami arrived to see you passed out on the sofa. At first they were filled with absolute dread, but someone had informed them that you had just taken a nap. You weren’t sure you were taking a nap though, if it was possible you didn’t want to wake up. Rami shook you shoulder lightly, trying to wake you up and it was indeed enough to awake you.

“Hi, sorry, that really wore me out.” You said yawning as you sat up straight.

“It was a phenomenal concert afterall! I know exactly what would do you some good.” Rami said happily, desperately trying to brighten the mood.

“We should go out for drinks, maybe some dancing?” He continued, seeing your eyes somewhat light up at the idea. It was at least brighter than the darkness that had clouded your pupils since the break up.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You said nodding, feeling a genuine ping of joy. “But where are Gwil and Joe?” You asked looking around the dressing room. Lucy suddenly panicked trying to find an excuse or explanation to where they had gone.

“They had to head over to the pharmacy! Something about joe drinking a milkshake earlier.” She came up with a pretty believable excuse, enough for you to believe. You just nodded and let them take you.

The three of you wasted the night away drinking and singing karaoke; getting drunk also meant you letting loose which was just what you needed. You were actually drunk enough to mingle with other people on the dance floor.

“Hey I’m (Y/N) and-”

“(Y/N) (L/N)? Didn't you just perform a few hours ago?”

“Yeah yeah whatever, so I was thinking you looked cute and I think I look cute sooo..”

“(Y/N)!” Lucy interrupted your attempts at flirting and dragged you back to the booth the three of you had gotten. You were drunkenly protesting against this, wanting to go back, but she had a strong grip. She sat you down at booth, before she sat down, keeping you from leaving.

“Aww, party pooper.” You said teasing her.

“I don't think you should make rash decisions when you're drunk, love.” She said slightly annoyed by your complete ignorance to the situation. Hey, at least you weren't mopping about Ben. Rami came back with two drinks handing one to Lucy and sitting on the other side of the booth.

“How about me?” You whined, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Sorry,, but I think it's for the best.” Rami said taking a swig from his drink. You just grumbled in response, annoyed by his validness. He was most definitely right. The night went on with the three of you just hanging out; they shared funny stories on set and you shared funny stories on tour. You wish you could’ve stayed longer, but everyone has their responsibilities. Speaking of responsibilities, Rami looked at the time to see it was getting pretty late and they had an early day tomorrow.

“Hey (Y/N), We have an early day tomorrow so-”

“Say no more! I’ll just call a cab home.”

“Are you sure, you could go with us you know?”

“Nope, it’s totally fine, promise.” You smiled as they got up from the booth. Lucy gave you a knowing look so you just raised your hands in defense. “No rash decisions, promise.” You held out a hand and she took it, shaking on it.

“Get some rest, (Y/N).” Rami let out a chuckle, linking arms with Lucy. You nodded and watched them go off. You were left to your thoughts in a bustling and rowdy club. You thought about taking our your phone to call a taxi, but the fire coursing through your blood said otherwise. You ordered another drink or five, despite Rami’s past wishes, and sat all by yourself, wallowing in alcohol.

You liked it. You couldn’t feel anything, pain, regret, gloom, they were all gone. You had completely lost yourself, in the chaotic atmosphere. You didn’t feel guilty or sad or mad, You felt insanely confident. You decided to go back out to the dance floor and mingle.

“Hello there.” You smirked slyly.

Meanwhile, Ben was with Gwil and Joe watching action movies to get his mind off the subject of romance. Little did they know that this was yours and Ben basically watched every genre together, so it didn’t really work. He has spent the whole night watching your concert, before the two came along with ice cream.

Frankie was in his lap and he pet her gently as the movie played. He wished he was a better boyfriend; maybe he wouldn’t be guilty out of his mind. He should of visited you more often, he should’ve told you how much he loved you; but that was all in the past and he can’t do anything anymore. The mere thought of being in love with you made him feel liable for his actions.

He would always hold himself responsible for everything that came crashing down.

He looked on the brightside, you two could still be friends. Maybe without the media suffocating you both into romantic endeavors, you could spend time together openly. He kept telling himself everything was going to be better, but was it?

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[not-a-space-alien]

Into the Unknown, Part 6: Search Party: Regrouped

Prologue | Dramatis Personae | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Author’s note:  this is the chapter where things get a little weird so I hope you still like it!

In the aftermath of this disastrous meeting, Raphael made the rather unpleasant discovery that not only had Maltha never been given medical treatment by anyone else in her entire life, but that she didn’t care for the experience one bit.  She vented her frustrated at anyone who had the misfortune of being nearby; the first thing she did upon regaining consciousness was to mercilessly criticise the way Raphael had treated her.  When he tried to fix his dressings according to her directions, she did nothing but snap at him.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Maltha huffed, slapping Raphael’s hands away.  “I’ll do it.”

She leaned forwards and tried her best to re-wrap the bandages around her burns despite the obvious pain it was causing her.  Raphael sighed.  “Come on. Just let me do it.  Give me some credit.”

“No,” Maltha said.  “Go see to one of your other patients, if you haven’t already killed them all with your incompetence.  It’s a wonder the entire host hasn’t gone extinct under your care.”

Raphael closed the door of Maltha’s room in the infirmary behind him to protect passersby in the hallway from her jilted gaze and cranky commentary. He slid the little window in the door closed, too, for good measure, because Maltha didn’t seem to care about anything not in her direct line of sight at the moment.

She would be in a bad mood for a long time.  Understandably so, considering how close to death she had come, and the extent of her injuries.  All the patients under Raphael’s care right now were unique and would require specialised treatment, but the best treatment for Maltha seemed to be to slide the materials she would need under the door and let her sort it out herself.

The next patient was Kabata.  It turned out that the reason he hadn’t burned up to the point of immobilisaton, like the other demons in the room, was that he had drunk half a jug of angel dust before coming up, which had provided him with some level of protection. When asked to explain where he had gotten it from, he revealed that it was leftover from the siege of Heaven.  He had not been able to force himself to drink the entire jug of the foul concoction and had stashed the rest for later use, which had remained undisturbed in the intervening years.

Raphael told him he probably would have burned had he actually needed the angel dust during the siege of Heaven.  Kabata told him he obviously hadn’t needed it, so maybe Raphael should mind his own business.  Raphael had then made a show of getting ready to leave, which had prompted Kabata to glower and say Raphael didn’t need to go so far minding his own business that he couldn’t attend to his wounds.

While he worked, Raphael thanked Kabata for killing God, because it had saved their lives and ultimately the entire new order.  Kabata fidgeted uncomfortably and snapped at Raphael to mind his own business.  Raphael reassured him he was trying to be nice.  Kabata still eyed him with suspicion.

When pressed as to how exactly he had managed the feat for which Raphael was grateful, Kabata revealed that the weapon he had brought, which had been swiftly taken off of him, was literally called “The God-Killing Knife.” It was an artifact thought lost to time, not seen in millennia, which had been the subject of a number of secret missions from both Heaven and Hell.  It was even more powerful than both the Shiv of Kali and the Golden Dagger of Meggido combined, and both sides had been after it to see the exact extent of what it could do.  Despite the absolute uniqueness of the spellwork on its blade and the rumours about it, nobody had thought the title had been literal.

Despite the name, Kabata insisted vehemently at every opportunity that the God-Killing Knife was a short-sword and not a knife.

When pressed, Kabata admitted he had taken it from Yulera, who collected a number of things she had no idea the value of in her infernal hoard tucked away in a forgotten corner of Hell.  This tracked with the last reported sighting of the God-Killing Knife, which had been in 3560 BC when the archdemon Asmodeus had brought it down to present to Satan, only to find it inconveniently missing from her bag upon trying to do so.

They were beginning to think “Lost to time” really just meant “Lost to Yulera’s grubby, kleptomaniac hands.”  Raphael thought it might be worth talking to Yulera to see what else she had in her hoard, which she had moved to a new location whenever Aziraphale and Crowley had found it to keep it secret.  There might be other things of use in there.  Not for Raphael, of course.  But for someone, surely.

In spite of the Herculean feat Kabata had just completed for the good of the new order, he received few thanks.  Those who were inclined to try had their Thank yous rebuffed with a flurry of threats and insults, and most scurried away under his burning glare before even working up the courage to talk to him.

He was not a pleasant conversation partner.  He had a guarded, antagonistic attitude towards everyone trying to help him, and the medical staff could tell he was trying to judge how hard it would be to escape the infirmary.  Raphael could only stand so many Mind your own businesses before he decided to quit.  He didn’t bother to ask how Kabata had known about their meeting despite not receiving an invitation, figuring a ne’er-do-weller such as him simply made it a habit of being up to no good and snooping.

The infirmary wasn’t meant for holding people against their will and Kabata would definitely be able to break out as soon as he made up his mind to, but Raphael locked the door when he left all the same.  Kabata was unpleasant, but he might not really be an enemy anymore, and he probably didn’t mean anyone any genuine harm.  Between the two of them, Maltha was probably the bigger terror to the staff.

Raphael’s third patient was much more grateful than the first two.  Mykas spent about five straight minutes licking Raphael’s face while Raphael stood in unsure silence before Angelo explained that was how Mykas showed affection now.  Mykas shared a card Angelo had been helping him make, which said Thank You Raphael in overly messy scrawl, with a picture of Mykas and Raphael holding hands.  Raphael thanked him for the card and reassured him he would hang it up somewhere.

Mykas had been exposed to the divine aura for the longest and, consequently, was very severely burned, but he was of a strong constitution and made a quick recovery under Raphael’s hands.  And he was far easier to work with, so the nurses flocked to him over any of the other patients.  The worst they got from him was the occasional sniff in odd places.

Raphael’s fourth patient was not doing quite as well.  Victoria had scraped Metatron off the pavement where they had landed about half a kilometer away from the Judgement Hall, all but splattered into paste by the sledgehammer blow that had been delivered to them. They were alive, but just barely, and Raphael couldn’t tell when they would awake, if ever.

Metatron had been placed in a small pool of holy water, long black hair floating out behind them, and had been assigned three healers to see to them at all times in shifts.  It might be enough to save their life.

Raphael’s last patient was an antichrist, which he had never treated before. The fact that Noah had burned in God’s presence was a sign of his infernal blood and good enough evidence of what might happen if Raphael tried to treat him like an angel, so he used the same makeshift techniques he cobbled together to try and treat the other demons. Noah was the first to regain consciousness out of lot and did not seem as severely injured as the others—perhaps his nature of not being entirely of demon blood, the result of his mixed heritage, had provided him some protection.

It did make Raphael wonder who exactly Noah’s other parent was, but it was more idle curiosity than anything.  At any rate, Noah was the first to declare himself well enough to leave, offering that he was extremely busy in Hell and he had been away long enough over Raphael’s protests that he should stay in the infirmary longer.

Noah lingered just long enough to have a conversation with Uriel that Raphael couldn’t help overhearing, during which he thanked her for saving his life. Upon seeing Uriel’s surprise at being thanked, Noah said he thought someone ought to acknowledge what was probably the first time she had ever done something so selfless, just in case nobody else was going to do it.  Then he left, bidding everyone farewell and heading back down to Hell.

Kabata was the second to leave.  Despite the precautions, Kabata broke out and disappeared as soon as he was well enough to walk.  No one was particularly bothered by this, in truth, because he seemed at worst a nuisance at this point, not intending any real harm for anybody, his one blood-quest fulfilled at last.  He did, unfortunately, manage to swipe the God-Killing Knife back for himself before heading out, which was a pity because they would all have felt a lot better having it around.

Maltha was the third to leave, again before Raphael discharged her, but he knew better than to try and overrule her.  He was somewhat surprised to see Maltha thank Uriel as well, and even give her a peck on the cheek.  Maybe it was true that even the most wretched among them weren’t beyond hope.

Contrary to everyone else, Mykas stayed for as long as Raphael asked him, wagging his tail furiously and pouncing on Raphael each time he came in, seemingly delighted to be the center of attention and doted on.

Raphael eventually had to convince him to leave once it was clear he was perfectly healthy, leaving the Metatron as the only patient left in the healing ward, to be attended to day and night.  Raphael was hopeful, since Metatron was stable at the very least.

There was one patient, however, that Raphael could not help…

“I’ve covered everything between the Judgement Hall and the Hall of the Throne,” Aziraphale reported as Raphael washed blood off his hands.  “No sign of him.  I flew as high as I could go.  I’m going to search up to Heaven’s gates.  Ramial is double-checking the areas I’ve already covered.”

“All right,” said Raphael.

Aziraphale wrung his hands.  Raphael wanted to reassure him that he was sure Crowley was all right, but he was a bad liar.

“There’s still no update from Noah?” said Aziraphale.

“Noah sent an update that Hell has—”

“Did he mention Crowley?”

“Yes, apparently Mammon is coordinating searches through Hell for him.”

“He’s not going to be in Hell,” snapped Aziraphale.  “Why would he be in Hell?”

“I don’t know!” Raphael said, throwing his arms up.  “I don’t know where he is, Aziraphale!  What do you want me to say?”

A hand appeared on Aziraphale’s arm, and Victoria leaned in to speak to him in a low voice.  “Calm down, Aziraphale.  We are doing everything we can.  Raphael is doing his best.”

Aziraphale made a visible attempt to relax, but it didn’t quite work.

“I’ll start organising search parties on Earth,” said Victoria.  “If he’s here somewhere, we’ll find him.”

“Aziraphale, you need to consider the possibility that Crowley died,” said Raphael.

“He can’t be dead!” Aziraphale said tightly.

“Aziraphale,” said Raphael, with a firm hand on the lesser angel’s shoulder. “If Crowley is dead, there’s an easy fix.  We can have Noah bring him back to life.  He’s done it before.”

Aziraphale wrenched his arm out of Raphael’s grasp, refusing to be comforted. “I know that,” Aziraphale muttered.  He wrapped his arms around himself.  “Crowley can’t be dead because Azrael said he didn’t reap Crowley.  Crowley didn’t die.  So he still has to be here somewhere.”

Victoria and Raphael looked at each other hesitantly.

“Maybe we should talk to Azrael to clarify…” Victoria suggested haltingly.

Aziraphale, face stormy, exited the room with wings spread, intending to resume the search.

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The days wore on and still there was no sign of Crowley.  Aziraphale developed dark bags under his eyes, never stopping the search to sleep or eat.  He scoured every inch of Heaven and, finding nothing, repeated the procedure in Hell despite Mammon’s reassurances that search parties had already covered the ground under his inspection.

When they left the infirmary, Maltha, Mykas, and Noah set out helping with the search.  But even with their resources combined, there was no sign of Crowley in Heaven or Hell.

Contrary to conception among humans, Earth is actually vastly larger than even Heaven and Hell combined in terms of sheer surface area.  Aziraphale knew the odds of him finding any clues there were slim, yet there seemed little alternative.

Aziraphale started in London and worked his way out in a spiral fashion. A lot of times he ended up circling aimlessly in the sky, wings keeping him aloft on air currents, trying to absolve himself of all thought, trying desperately not to think of what he would do if he couldn’t find anything, of how long the search would last.

Crowley wasn’t dead.  Crowley was still alive.  Somewhere.

All he could think about was when Crowley had moved Heaven and Earth to find him when he was in the clutches of Satan.  All he could think about was how badly he had wanted to see Crowley, how scared he had been to be separated from their friends, and about how Crowley must be feeling the exact same way right now.  And Aziraphale could do nothing about it; he was helpless, useless as the ring on his finger that refused to activate even under the constant rubbing and activation of the Lover’s Charm.

It was in the middle of one particularly intense session of aimless drifting one day that a piece of mail materialised from a cloud above him and smacked him in the face.  It had Noah’s seal on it.

He peeled the letter off himself and opened it.  

Aziraphale,

I’m back on my feet down in Hell. I’ve diverted the search parties that were set after Satan to search for Crowley instead.  I’ve heard word that Mykas and Maltha have also left the infirmary and are joining the search.

I hope you’re doing well.  You weren’t answering mail at the shop, so I figured you had lost track of time looking for Crowley out there.  Be sure to come home every once in a while OK?  If only so we can contact you more easily.  I had to have Lyra do a scrying spell just to send this letter.

I’ve tried to use my powers to summon Crowley’s location, but couldn’t find anything.  I’ve never had an attempt to seek information through my Antichrist powers fail in such a way.  I am having Lyra prepare a scrying spell, but I doubt it will work.  It is much less powerful magic.

Our thoughts are with you and Crowley.  Please keep us updated.

-Noah King of Hell, Son of Satan, Lord of Darkness etc.

Aziraphale mustered up his willpower to teleport and materialised directly into his office in his bookshop.  He grabbed his parchment and pen set with shaking hands and wrote a response to Noah, throwing it down.  He received the reply a few minutes later:

I’ve already tried bringing Crowley back to life the way I did when Michael killed him.  It didn’t work.  I’m sorry, Aziraphale.  He’s not dead.  He’s just…gone.

*******************************

Azrael’s phrasing of the way he reaps—I guide them to whatever awaits them—seemed to imply to Aziraphale that you did not stop existing when you died.  That you continued to exist, in some way, in some form, in some place, in a way nobody else knew about.  The same way human souls continued to exist and were physically located in Heaven and Hell after death, where live humans couldn’t access them, except a dead demon or angel—or God, perhaps—didn’t go there.  Discorporation—the death of the body—sent you either to Heaven or Hell.  But the death of the soul?  It sent you…where?

Noah had been able to bring Crowley back to life.  He had brought him from wherever he had been.  He hadn’t constructed a new Crowley, or turned back the clock, or something.  He had moved him back into the realm of the living.

God hadn’t killed Crowley.  He had put him, physically, somewhere else, somewhere other than where celestial and infernal beings traditionally went when they died, wherever that was.

Noah didn’t seem to know where it was.  He couldn’t vocalise how his antichrist powers worked, and he couldn’t reach Crowley, wherever he was.

And Death didn’t know where this could be either, upon pressing.  It took Aziraphale a full day to corner Azrael, who reported Victoria had given him the same interrogation and he was getting quite tired of it.  Whatever had happened to Crowley was squarely outside his jurisdiction, and he wasn’t interested in investigating it, so would Aziraphale please leave so he could get back to his job?

He didn’t ask Death to confirm God’s state of existence.  He was afraid of the answer he would get, either way, and Death didn’t seem particularly keen on asking questions.  He was still grouchy about one of the angels under him misbehaving, and he couldn’t get any of them to fess up.

Aziraphale searched Earth without stopping.  He received word that Metatron had finally regained consciousness, but Aziraphale couldn’t bring himself to care unless they offered up any useful contribution.  He received a letter from Angelo that Mykas kept sniffing Crowley’s trail down, only to end up at the bookshop each time.  Aziraphale crumpled up that letter and left fall miles below to the ground.

He perched on top of a mountain and watched the sun rise with his knees drawn up to his chest, feeling more alone than he ever had despite the concerned letters piling up in his un-checked mailbox back home.  The ring on his hand felt heavier than ever, and he found himself clutching it without realising.

He rubbed it to activate the charm at least once an hour.  But the ring stayed unlit, dead to the world.  Whatever was separating them, it was greater than distance.

*******************************

It might have continued on this way forever, had not a certain foundation angel been caught doing something very strange in Heaven’s Judgement Hall.

It is true that foundation angels, in general, care for little else than their jobs.  Nothing makes them happier than seeing the natural order of physics run like a well-oiled machine.

But, like the rest of the angels in existence, they too could develop kinks, quirks, personalities, likes and dislikes.

Wants.  Needs.  Embarrassments.

And Noah had just learned about one in particular, which turned out to be very germane indeed.

“There he is,” said Noah, waving for Lyra to back up.

The court magician, sitting among a nest of spell ingredients on the throne room floor, rolled the scrying ball according to his directions.

The image in the ball panned back to Aziraphale, sitting morosely at a restaurant with a stack of sushi in front of him.  Noah chucked the parchment he was holding into the portal Lyra had constructed for this exact purpose.

In the scrying ball, the letter materialised directly on top of Aziraphale’s head.  He seemed not to notice it for a moment before slowly reaching up to pat his head, then retrieved it and unfurled it.

“We wouldn’t have to do this if you would check your damn mail like I asked you to,” said Noah.

Aziraphale’s face snapped into an expression of intense interest, and Noah guessed which part of the letter he must have been reading.

“He should be down soon,” said Noah.  “Thank you, Lyra, you’re dismissed.”

The King of Hell turned away from Lyra as she packed up her things, back towards the two angels sitting at the ornate meeting table.  One of them looked very shame-faced indeed.

“Time,” said Noah.  “I hope you have a good defense ready, because you’re really going to get it.”

Time slunk lower in his seat.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Victoria.”

Standing behind the table with her arms crossed, looking stormy, Victoria nodded.

“And Space,” said Noah.  “You’re not in trouble, but I really do wish you would have told us about this sooner. We’ve been wasting time looking on our own.  You and Time both work together to—”

TIME AND I ARE INEXTRICABLY LINKED, said the second foundation angel, a long being with hollow eyes and fingers like the branches of willow trees.  WHAT ONE DOES CONCERNS THE OTHER GREATLY.  TOGETHER WE HOLD ALL FOUR DIMENSIONS OF THE UNIVERSE UP, UPON WHICH THE OTHER FOUNDATION ANGELS MAY—

Noah cut her off with a wave.  Space tended to do this, he had noticed.  She sort of…spaced out of the conversation and rambled.  It was understandable, considering Space had no real conception of where she was at given moment, or to whom she was talking.

NOT THAT ONE, said Space to someone not present.  THE RED ONE.  ARE YOU A FOOL?

WHAT WAS THAT? said Time.

“She wasn’t talking to you,” said Noah desperately, “she was with someone else on—”

I WAS JUST SAYING THAT THE RED ONE WAS BETTER, said Space.  SURELY IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT.

WHAT ARE YOU BABBLING ABOUT NOW?  CAN’T YOU KEEP ANYTHING STRAIGHT?

Noah cringed and waved his hands to try and separate them.

OH DO BE QUIET.  YOU’RE THE ONE WHO CAUSED ALL THIS TROUBLE.

WE BOTH KNOW THIS MEETING WILL TAKE FAR TOO LONG.

OH DO WE?

“Be quiet!” Victoria yelled.

They both craned their necks to look at her looming over them fearfully.

“My esteemed guests,” said Noah, clapping his hands, waving Victoria to step away from them.  “Please, I think we’ve all said there is to say before Aziraphale gets here.”

ISN’T HE ALREADY HERE?  said Space.

HE’S NOT ARRIVING UNTIL 14:52.06, said Time.  THOUGH, OF COURSE, FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, HE HAS ALREADY ARRIVED AND LEFT.

The doors of the throne room swung open, and Mammon nosed them to the side so Aziraphale could pass through.  He made a beeline for Noah, waving the letter.  “I got your—”

“Aziraphale, you’ve already met Time,” said Noah, gesturing to the table. “It turns out he’s responsible for the whole debacle of deaths being reversed.”

Aziraphale stopped, infuriated gaze locking onto the foundation angel. “And why would he do that, pray tell?”

Time stared off at the empty table, expression unreadable.

“So, you know that Time was close with Lucifer,” said Noah.  “And that when Time found out about Satan’s death, he—”

“I remember,” Aziraphale interrupted.

I MISSED HIM, said Time feebly.

“Time thought he could perform a resurrection by using his power to set back one very specific flow of time—namely, supernatural beings who had died recently.”

PLEASE DON’T TELL DEATH, said Time.  HE’LL…WELL, KILL ME.

“So you just brought back everyone between now and Satan without a thought to the consequences?” Aziraphale exploded.  

I’M SORRY.  I DIDN’T MEAN FOR ALL THIS TO HAPPEN.

“Well, it did happen,” said Aziraphale.  “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Time slunk down in his seat even further.

Aziraphale walked over and kicked the legs of the table with a string of curses.  Space looked up to the roof sharply as though something had caught her attention there.

WHAT IS IT? said Time.

IT’S RAINING, said Space.

“The damage has been done,” said Noah.  “And I don’t think it’s a good idea for Time to try and turn it back, because tampering with the flow of time—”

IS SOMETHING THAT SHOULD NOT EVER BE DONE, Space said.  I CAN FEEL THE THREADS OF THE FOUR DIMENSIONS FRAYING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THIS POOR DECISION.

Noah grimaced.

IT SHOULD BE FINE UNLESS WE STRAIN IT FURTHER, said Space.  WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY NOT JUSTIFIED UNDER ANY BUT THE MOST EXTREME CIRCUMSTANCES.  ESPECIALLY NOT BECAUSE YOU…MISS SOMEONE.

The hands on the clocks that served for Time’s eyes whirred around with the sound of grinding gears.

I WAS JUST IN THE PROCESS OF REPAIRING ALL THE DAMAGE TO THE FABRIC OF SPACE-TIME THIS HAS DONE WHEN I WAS INTERRUPTED AND BROUGHT DOWN HERE.  This was said with considerable irritation towards Victoria.

Aziraphale ignored this.  “Okay, so then where’s Crowley?  You said in the letter you have an idea of where he is.”

“Right,” said Noah, taking a seat at the table and tenting his fingers. “This is going to be a little difficult to explain…  Space said she felt a disturbance right around the time God did…whatever that was to Crowley.”

I FELT SOMETHING EXITING OUR DIMENSION, said Space.

“That must have been Crowley!” said Aziraphale.  “Where did he end up then?  Is he…floating in outer space?”

Space crossed her arms.  NO.

“Oh.”

“There’s….Space explained it like this, Aziraphale.  Just outside the confines of our world…of the boundaries she controls, there’s a solid wall none of us can get through.  She felt Crowley cross that wall."

NONE OF US CAN, said Space.  BUT SOMEONE WITH POWER ON THE SCALE THAT GOD HAD COULD MANAGE IT.

Aziraphale’s face began to fall.  “Surely there must be some way to get him out.”

“That’s the problem, Aziraphale,” said Noah.  “He’s over it, somewhere, but we don’t know where. On the other side of this wall, there’s—”

ANOTHER WORLD, Space said.

Aziraphale stood stock still, struggling to process what he was being told. “What?”

I DO NOT KNOW MUCH OF THE MULTIVERSE, said Space.  BUT WE ARE CONFINED IN OUR OWN LITTLE CORNER OF IT WITHOUT INTERVENTION FROM A HIGHER POWER, SUCH AS THE ONE THAT MADE THE WALLS IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Aziraphale furrowed his brow.  “Like a parallel dimension?  A mirror universe?”

Space shook her head.  NO, NOT MIRROR.  THERE IS NO WAY TO KNOW HOW SIMILAR OR DIFFERENT THEY ARE.  BUT THERE ARE MANY POCKETS OF SPACE LIKE OURS, ARRANGED SIDE-BY-SIDE, SEPARATED BY WALLS.

“Space says that she believes the factions of the multiverse are arranged so that more similar ones are clustered together.  So they would get more bizarre and different the further out from ours you went, but the ones next door are probably similar to ours.  So, likely that Crowley could survive whichever one he was dropped into.”

THIS IS ALL CONJECTURE, OF COURSE, said Space.  NOT EVEN I KNOW FOR CERTAIN.

Aziraphale clenched his fists.  “So he’s probably alive.”

“Hopefully,” said Noah.

“I still don’t really understand this,” said Victoria.  “It makes no sense that God would build a dimension next door and never go there.  …right?”

Space tapped the side of her head.  YOU ARE ASSUMING BOTH THAT HE MADE IT, AND THAT HE NEVER WENT THERE.  THE RED ONE!

“The red one what?” said Victoria.

BRING YOUR UMBRELLA.  THINK OF IT LIKE THIS…OUR UNIVERSE WAS A HOUSE BUILT BY GOD, AND WE ARE ANTS LIVING ON THE FLOOR.  WE CAN POPULATE THE FLOOR, AND WE CAN CLIMB THE WALLS, BUT BY NO MEANS CAN WE MOVE ABOUT AS FREELY AS HIM, AND WE CAN’T PROPERLY UNDERSTAND NOR TRAVEL TO CERTAIN PARTS OF THE HOUSE.  WE ARE SIMPLY ON TOO SMALL OF A SCALE.  VANILLA PLEASE.

Aziraphale massaged his temples.  “So is Crowley alive or not?”

VANILLA? said Space.  THE MACHINE IS BROKEN.  CONTINUING THIS ANALOGY, GOD PLUCKED CROWLEY OFF THE FLOOR AND TOSSED HIM OUT THE WINDOW, WHERE HE LANDED IN THE NEIGHBOURS’ HOUSE.  WHO KNOWS WHAT IT IS LIKE OVER THERE?  THE FURNITURE IS LIKELY ARRANGED DIFFERENTLY.

“We have to go get him,” said Aziraphale.  “If there’s even a chance he could still be alive, we have to try.”

Space reared up, steaming.  WERE YOU NOT LISTENING?  THE FABRIC OF REALITY HAS BEEN TORN BY TIME’S FOOLISH ACTIONS, AND WE CANNOT STRAIN IT FURTHER, ESPECIALLY FOR SOMETHING AS PETTY AS MISSING SOMEONE.

“Surely the situation isn’t so dire that one small exception can’t be made.”

Time’s unsettling clock eyes ticked on Aziraphale.  SO WHAT YOU’RE SAYING IS, THE THOUGHT OF NEVER SEEING HIM AGAIN MAKES YOU FEEL SO HORRIBLE YOU WOULD REND THE FABRIC OF SPACE-TIME TO FIX IT, HEEDLESS OF THE CONSEQUENCES?  IS THAT NOT WHAT YOU JUST BERATED ME FOR?

Aziraphale turned bright red.  “This is different!”

HOW?

Aziraphale spluttered and looked to Noah for help.  Noah grimaced.

THE RED ONE, Space erupted.  YOU FOOL. YOU IDIOT.

“I don’t see why Crowley and I should be punished for Time’s mistake,” said Aziraphale.  “This is unfair.”

BRING YOUR UMBRELLA, said Space.  I’M SORRY, AZIRAPHALE, BUT DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE ALLOW SPACE-TIME TO UNRAVEL?  THE TRAIN IS LATE, IDIOT.

“Erm, well…”

THE PHYSICAL LAWS GOVERNING THE UNIVERSE WILL BEGIN TO BEND.  WE WILL SEE WORSE THAN A FEW DEMONS COMING BACK TO LIFE.  THE FOUNDATION ANGELS CANNOT WORK IF THE TOOLS THEY NEED ARE RENDERED NONFUNCTIONAL. BRING THE UMBRELLA.

“Aziraphale, come here for a moment,” said Noah, gesturing to the corner of the room.

Aziraphale walked over and Noah bent over him, huddling their heads together so they could talk in private.  “Aziraphale, you might not like this situation, but I have a possible solution. It’s…not ideal, but it would avoid having to strain the foundations any further, and it could be a backup if we can’t find Crowley, or...or the worst has happened.”

“What’s that?”

“I can’t resurrect Crowley, but I could make a copy of him.”

Aziraphale stared at Noah.

“He wouldn’t be exactly the same, of course, but it’s not outside the bounds of what my powers can do.  He would be however close to the original as I could get him—”

Aziraphale hid his face in his hands.

“—And he needn’t even remember what happened.  He would never know.”

Aziraphale considered it for just a moment.  He wasn’t proud of that, but he was that desperate.  But when he slowly moved his hands away from his face, his eyes caught the ring Crowley had so lovingly placed on his finger.  The etched sigil still lay darkened under his fingertips.

He had gotten it right after Crowley had just braved Hell and high waters and Satan himself to retrieve Aziraphale when Aziraphale needed help the most.  And all Aziraphale could remember is how scared he had been when he had been taken, and how much he had wished to see Crowley.

And when he had been lying there in Satan’s hands, unsure of what would happen to him, all he could think about was how much he wanted to see Crowley, and how relieved he would be when Crowley found him…

“No,” said Aziraphale.  “Absolutely not.  If Crowley is still out there, we have to help him.  To do anything else would be the height of selfishness.”

Noah took a deep breath.  “Okay.”

He patted Aziraphale on the back and turned back, spreading his arms towards Space and Time.  “We need you to help us.  There must be some way to get into this other world without doing any more harm.”

YOU COULD GO THROUGH THE HOLE GOD MADE, said Time.

Space spun around slapped Time.  THEY WOULD NOT HAVE KNOWN ABOUT THAT IF YOU HADN’T TOLD THEM.

Time rubbed his face.

“What’s this?” said Aziraphale.

GOD TORE A SMALL HOLE IN THE FABRIC OF REALITY TO THROW CROWLEY OUT OF, said Time.

THAT’S WHAT I WAS FIXING IN THE JUDGEMENT HALL, said Space.  BEFORE VICTORIA DRAGGED ME AWAY FROM IT.  

“I really wish you would have told us about this sooner, Space,” said Noah.  “Come on. I think you’re the only one who can see it.  We wouldn’t have found it if Victoria hadn’t seen you repairing it.”

I’VE BEEN FIXING TIME’S MISTAKES, said Space, sounding outraged. AND YOU BERATE ME FOR NOT BRINGING A SPATIAL REND TO YOUR ATTENTION?  HOW MUCH DO YOU PLAN TO ASK OF ME?  I DO NOT DO FAVOURS FOR ANYONE!

“Is the spatial rend still big enough for someone to get through?” said Noah.

Space crossed her arms sourly.  YES, BUT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW ANYONE TO TRAVEL THROUGH IT.  IT MUST BE CLOSED IMMEDIATELY TO AVERT FURTHER DISASTER.

“How fast can it be repaired?”

AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.

“Space, how long is it going to take?”

Space didn’t answer.

“Space…how long?”

THREE DAYS MORE AT THE EARLIEST, said Space.  BUT SENDING SOMEONE THROUGH IT WILL STRAIN IT.

“How much?”

ANY FURTHER AMOUNT IS INTOLERABLE.

“Come on, Space…you have to meet us halfway.  Surely there must be some wiggle room here?”

Space sat silently for a moment.

“How many people can we get through it, and for how long, before it has to be closed?”

THE RED ONE! Space shrieked.  FOR FUCK’S SAKE.  TEN.

“Ten?” said Aziraphale.

THE STRAIN ON THE FABRIC OF REALITY WOULD BE NEGLIGIBLE IF TEN PEOPLE PASSED THROUGH IT.  OR, IF YOU PREFER, FIVE PEOPLE EXITING AND THEN RE-ENTERING.

Noah slapped the table.  “Great.  So it looks like we’ve got an expedition to plan.”

“Five,” said Aziraphale.  “Is that really all?”

Space glowered.  MAYBE SIX AT A STRETCH.  THIRTEEN, IF YOU LEAVE AS A GROUP OF SIX AND RETURN WITH SEVEN.  THAT IS PERMISSIBLE.  GRAB THE UMBRELLA.  

 “Thank you,” said Aziraphale.  “Thank you, thank you.”

“We’ll get him back,” said Victoria.  “The multiverse, or whatever it is, be damned.”

BUT I MUST EMPHASIZE NO MORE THAN THAT, said Space.  ANY MORE WILL CAUSE MORE THAN MINIMAL DAMAGE.  AND WAITING ANY LONGER WILL CAUSE MORE THAN MINIMAL DAMAGE.  AND IF YOU’RE NOT BACK IN TIME, I’M CLOSING THE RIFT ANYWAY.

Victoria and Aziraphale looked at each other.  Aziraphale fidgeted with his ring.  “Guess we’d better hurry, then.”

[sassy-bi-latina]

Thought on Legacies 01x12

Okay I don't even know where to start. Let's see for me I think it was probably one of the best episodes. The only way it could have been better was if MG and Penelope were part of it. I'm sorry I won't lie I do NOT like Landon and Raf I find them boring.

I really liked Kaleb in this episode. You can see his development as a character. He's more reasonable. He's getting better with team job. Also I totally loved his style today. I would have like seeing him in action but hey I'll take what I can get.

Now a subject that makes me mad. The love triangle between Emma, Dorian and Alaric. I don't like it but if they're gonna do it then let's talk about it. I think Alaric was quite respectful. He tried his best to be a good friend. Emma was also great, she came forward with the truth, she was direct, major respect. Now, here Dorian is the one that bothers me. Look I understand getting mad bc someone kissed your partner BUT Alaric is his friend so he should talk to him before punching him. Not only that but Alaric didn't know she was on a relationship (if I'm not mistaken, I don't recall it quite well) so he didn't do anything on purpose. If he likes he likes her he can't control that but he can control his actions which he did. So I'm really pissed that Dorian went and punch him.

Now in the subject that everyone is talking about Lizzie-Josie-Hope.

Okay first is the scene between Lizzie and Hope in the car. I love that scene bc it allowed them to clear the air a bit. For what I understand Lizzie dislikes Hope for "stealing" her father away from them and those rumours just intensify it. But I'm glad they talked it out. I feel like this will get them a step closer to healing. I doubt they'll immediately be friendly but I do guess they'll be less hostile.

The there's Josie, in that same scene when Lizzie pointed out Josie was the one who told her about the rumors I love the small detail when the camera is focusing Danielle. You can clearly see how hurt that make her. Hope never expected that from Josie.

Now about the scene in the room. I'm glad they all talk it out. I love how this is showing a darker side to Josie, things aren't just black and white with the twins. Lizzie isn't just the "bad" one and Josie isn't the "good" one but instead they're both in a grey area. I do hope they show Josie saying sorry for what she did bc as much as I love her it wasn't okay what she did was wrong and she has to owned it and ask for forgiveness to both the people she hurt.

Now bc I'm a gay mess, THE CONFESSION, okay let's be real I was well awared that Josie totally had a crush on Hope. I saw their chemistry in episode 3 I believe, when they had to clean together. So I love the fact that Josie was upfront with it. And you know what I really believe there are still feelings there. I also believe they're reciprocated. Bc first when Hope asks Josie if she really likes her she has a little smile on her face and when Josie reafirms it it just grows wider. Which led me to believe at some point Hope also liked her maybe still do. But not only that but Hope only cared about that exact point. She didn't seem to care about her burning her dorm or her being the saying lies about her, she just asked about the crush.

Another thing people are discussing is Lizzie being bi/pan bc of what Josie said of Lizzie always winning at having who she wanted. I don't think she even meant romantically. I really don't think Lizzie is queer. So when Josie said that I took it as just people pay more attention to Lizzie than her. Like Lizzie could have befriended Hope and Hope would have started to forget about her.

Okay ramble over bc it's too late to even be thinking

[authorpocketcow]

Pooh Characters as Queer Environmentalists

No seriously.  I had a very vivid dream involving all the Winnie The Pooh characters as a group of enthusiastic (and queer) environmentalists who meet once a week to talk about environment things because they’re nerds.

Starring Christopher Robin, Pooh, Tigger, Rabbit, Kanga, Roo, Gopher, Eeyore, and Piglet.

·       Christopher Robin

o   33 years old

o   Head/leader/founder of the Environmentalist Group

o   Really interested in saving the whales

o   Chill dude, but kind of an airhead

o   Everyone thinks he’s some kinda office worker

o   One day someone accidentally found out that he’s the CEO of some green-planet organization and runs this group for fun to see what kinds of ideas he can get and to see what people think of environmentalist efforts

o   He always credits people for their ideas, but people assumed that he just worked for the company, not that he ran the damned thing

o   A pansexual icon

o   Has been to every single pride event that their city has ever had

o   Rumour has it he started the pride events

o   Wilder rumour has it he threw the first stone at the Stonewall Riots

o   Even wilder rumour has it that he’s an immortal vampire who survives on the blood of homophobes

o   He won’t deny any of these rumours but has yet to confirm it

o   Has a genderqueer partner that literally nobody has met

o   Seriously, not even Pooh

·       Pooh

o   29 years old

o   Really wants to save the bees

o   Like, REALLY wants to save the bees

o   Vegetarian, but because he doesn’t like meat

o   Massive sweet tooth; dentists hate him!

o   Ace/Aro

o   Loves children, wants to adopt his own someday

o   Babysits Roo all the time

o   Kanga and him are best friends

o   He brings little sweets for Roo every meeting

o   Perhaps a little bit of a pothead but he’s not addicted

o   He just smokes a joint once in a while to chill out

o   A stereotypical “make love not war” hippie

o   Nice to everyone all the time

o   Cries when someone is mean to him

o   Gets uncomfortable when people hit on him

o   Christopher’s little brother

o   A visual artist; uses lots of colours and sells his art at galleries and markets

·       Tigger

o   27 years old

o   ADHD

o   Like SUPER ADHD

o   Gay

o   Hit on Pooh once but when Pooh got uncomfy he backed off

o   Thought maybe Pooh was uncomfortable with gays and was confused and sad

o   When he found out Pooh was Ace/Aro he totally understood

o   They’re good friends now

o   Really wants to save rainforests and trees

o   A freelance writer; his books are elementary school Magic Treehouse shit

o   Very much into fantasy shit, his non-children’s series’ lore is always the deepest mindfuck ever, how the hell did he even come up with that

o   Bestselling author tho

o   Kinda famous tbh but he doesn’t like media attention

o   He just thinks everybody should have fun all the time

o   Does he vape? Probably.  Has anyone ever actually seen him do it?  No.

o   Does he sleep? Probably.  Has anyone ever actually seen him do it?  Once.

o   Kanga caught him powernapping when she came into one of the first meetings really early, but all she did was put a blanket on him and leave to go to the convenience store or something to stay out for a bit longer so he could rest

o   He didn’t know who it was until a bit later he figures it was her since she’s always knitting and it was a very pretty knitted thing

o   That’s his momma figure now

·       Rabbit

o   25 years old

o   Vegan and very in-your-face about it

o   “Bugs are important to the ecosystem but boy do I hate them in my garden”

o   Scifi enthusiast

o   Post-apocalyptic things slightly terrify him because he believes that’s how the world is gonna go

o   A bit of a conspiracy theorist

o   Genuinely believes the government is vaguely spying on everybody

o   Did Bush do 9/11?  Who knows… but the moon landing was real, and the earth is round, don’t be dumb

o   Just identifies as queer, doesn’t like labels

o   A very organized person but when he’s very upset perfectionism scares him bc he thinks he’s not ever gonna be good enough and will mess things up on purpose

o   Has a long-distance boyfriend

o   A farmer

·       Kanga

o   38 years old

o   Divorced trans woman

o   Has a 5 year old son that she fostered as a baby and adopted when he was 4

o   Recycles aggressively

o   Calls everyone “dear”

o   Uses reusable bags and plastic containers all the time

o   Knits a lot, everybody always gets scarves or mitts or hats for Christmas

o   Usually in the design of ‘planet earth’, but also makes pride flag designs and takes requests for fave colour schemes

o   Vegetarian but not aggressive ab it like Rabbit is

o   You know what she is a bit aggressive about? Recycling

o   If you throw something that’s recyclable in the garbage in front of her...

o   Lord help you

o   Last man who did that was never seen again

o   Okay that’s a lie, he was seen two weeks later

o   But he was advocating for a save the whales organization on the side of the road and wearing all thrift store clothing

o   She traumatized him into throwing himself into the environmentalist pit headfirst

o   Thinks Gopher is just a big softie; is the only one who is super nice to him all the time (besides her son, and Pooh who is nice to literally everyone)

o   Kinda has a thing for the grumpy man but won’t admit it

o   She’s like an accountant or something, nobody knows what she does for a living but she seems to be well-off

·       Roo

o   The adopted 5 year old son

o   A little bit spoiled, but not just by Kanga, by everyone in the group

o   Loves sitting in on the meetings

o   His first sentence at 15 months was “recycle that!”

o   Loves blue because of recycle bins

o   Literally wears nothing but blue

o   Will accept things that are less than 100% blue as long as its more than 50% blue

o   Also likes things with pink on them

o   Thinks Tigger is the coolest person ever

o   Doesn’t understand all of Tigger’s books but reads them anyway

o   Except the non-children’s ones of course

o   Reads everything he can get his hands on

o   Don’t let him get his hands on anything inappropriate for a 5 year old

o   Asks a lot of questions

o   Everyone adores him

o   His mama is his favourite person on the planet but also Mr Tigger is so cool

o   He likes Mr Gopher too, he thinks Mr Gopher is great because of “how happy Mama is when he’s around”

·       Eeyore

o   23 years old

o   Has depression

o   Trans boy

o   Just really wants friends

o   Wants to help the planet

o   Is a massive pessimist that thinks the world is doomed

o   Very smart boy

o   Talks about CO2 emissions and carbon taxes

o   A university student studying some kinda chemical engineering

o   Very quiet

o   Bit of a crush on piglet tbh

o   Has a big love for superheroes without powers because he loves the idea of things being solvable through hard work mixed with passion and technology

o   Except he doesn’t believe it because his depression makes him super pessimistic

o   Also a big tech nerd

·       Gopher

o   45 years old

o   Landlord of their meeting place

o   Grumpy ass old man

o   Sometimes people are grumpy right back to him and he’s ok with that

o   Actually a soft spot for these weird hippies and joins them sometimes but says its because he wants to make sure they’re not damaging the place (they know that’s a big fat lie but won’t say anything)

o   Will fight anyone who mocks them

o   Has actually fought someone who mocked them

o   Has not told them about said fight

o   Especially adores Roo

o   Thinks Kanga is a bit of an odd woman but also thinks she’s very pretty

o   Repressed bisexual

o   He thinks nobody knows he’s bi but eventually when he kinda mentions it he realizes everyone knows

o   Specifically, Piglet and Kanga are super supportive

o   He definitely actually has a crush on Kanga, who knitted him a bisexual flag scarf once

o   He wears it all the time but will vehemently deny that it’s the same scarf when called on it

o   Big brawny weirdo

o   Was a football player in college and can definitely bench-press everyone

o   Works construction now, which is why he’s still in good shape

o   Actually a brilliant man, can architect and calculate like nobody’s business

o   Will help Piglet with his mathematics homework in exchange for Piglet teaching him more things about the LGBT+ community

o   After a while he realizes that perhaps genderfluid fits him well but Piglet is sworn to secrecy

o   Has a daughter who is institutionalized for her mental health issues that grew beyond his care

o   Piglet reminds him of his daughter and he’s very protective

o   That’s why he legit fought that asshole who mocked the “little F****t hippies”

o   He was almost arrested for assault on that one actually

o   The cop was a buddy of his and 100% believed the “defense of those who can’t defend themselves” explanation that Gopher had

o   Got off with a warning and fined for “disturbing the peace” or some mundane BS

·       Piglet

o   21 years old

o   Gay and demiboy

o   Anxiety disorders through the roof

o   OCD

o   Recycling is a compulsion

o   Reducing energy consumption too

o   He checks his lights all the time

o   He walks or bikes everywhere

o   He says it’s to reduce CO2 emissions

o   He’s just scared of vehicles

o   Has some kinda PTSD but nobody knows the source

o   He got into a massive car accident when he was little

o   Because his father was angry and speeding

o   His mother died in the accident

o   But nobody knows this!  Someday he will tell them tho

o   Today is not that day

o   Tomorrow is not that day either

o   But someday

o   Crush on Eeyore

o   Also a university student

o   Studying mathematics because it makes sense to him

o   Gopher reminds him of his grumpy old gay uncle who died when he was in high school

o   Feels like he can actually not double-check or cross-reference anything that Gopher teaches him because he trusts him a lot

o   Still will sometimes check everything if he’s having a bad day

o   Gopher doesn’t mind, he understands that Piglet has a lot of anxiety issues

o   Has an exception in his uni file to be able to take twice as long on his exams and tests and get an extra few days for assignments because he checks every single answer 3 times

o   His OCD number is 3, everything is 3, he turns his lights on and off 3 times, etc

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@ the DND ask game: ALL OF THOSE QUESTIONS, I CAN'T CHOOSE!! XD (or if not that, the ones you rlly wanna do!!

BOY OH BOY OH BOYIve been answering these throughout the day and I’m too lazy to reread the full document so sorry if I’ve left gaps or whatever but here it is! All 35 questions about dnd! Matt you unstoppable Madman.

1. A favorite character you have played.

You can’t just make me pick between my children!!! I think I might have to say Atticus Sallow, my faeborn bloodhunter, partially because he’s like 100% homebrew content which I LIVE for, but also because he’s probably the most kinda self-insert character I’ve ever played? Almost became the kinda angsty, brooding asshole character before he was like “get your shit together” and learned that loving people isn’t so bad.

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.

I almost, ALMOST had the pleasure of DMing for @no-more-good-omens and their character was gonna be SO RAD and I’m a little heartbroken he never came to be. A half-drow paladin of Vecna, pretending to be your typical good and wholesome paladin? Dude, I love that kinda two faced backstabbing in a player. It’s such a shame it never came to anything (although if yall still wanna play hmu ;))

3. Your favorite side quest.

Ooh, there’s been so many good ones. Probably when i was playing as Adrian Smirks and went off on a tangent to rescue his brother ? That was the first time I ever got to see Adrian’s more raw and emotional side beneath the suave mask he wears and it was fun to explore his character in that way ^.^

4. Your current campaign.

That I’m DMing? It started inspired by Guy Fawkes and was gonna be “your party blows up parliament” but I got bored of following historical accuracy so it ended up being “blow up the palace in a magical city that just happens to be called London”. I accidentally wrote myself into a hole with this campaign tho, so once they’ve finished this arc I’m handing over the DM hat to my sister @philosophical-wanton because she seems to love it and I kinda miss being a player lmao. I can’t wait for it.

5. Favorite NPC.That I’ve written? Probably Hai Shen, the youngest son of a group of circus performers who were killed and the party got blamed for their murder. He had such a great attitude and his dynamics with the party kicked ass. And the twist that he was actually dead the whole time and it was his soul that had stayed behind to help solve his family’s murder? ICONIC.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

NPC death would probably be Hai Shen, actually. After the party had brought the real killers (A cult to the demon Prince Orcus) to justice, Hai’s time on earth had come to an end. He had really beautiful moment with the party before being reunited with his family. Alternatively, the time I broke my entire party’s hearts? “Artagan’s staff comes cracking into Ellios’ chest, forcing him onto the ground. Artagan raises his sceptre in hand, pointing it menacingly at the young prince. And for the first time, you see him. Like, REALLY see him. He’s not the strong and powerful leader you’ve all come to know him as, he’s not Prince Ellios of the Four Realms. He’s just a boy. A boy who is much too young to be involved in such a grand scheme. And the fear in his eyes. You see the fear he’s managed to keep buried for so long, finally coming to the surface. And then? You don’t see anything, aside from his cold body hitting the ground.” I got punched three times for that moment, but GOD was it worth it.

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

Like in game? A healthy lil bit of vandalising the local law enforcement buildings is always a good time.

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.

Aw man, how can I pick ? I gotta say, that one time we, a level 6 party, managed to take down two earth elementals was pretty rad. The DM kind of expected it to be one of those encounters that we saw and immediately tried to run from, but what she didn’t take into account was that ALL of us had chaotic alignments so we just went crazy. The DM was rolling really badly (thank God) and we were getting really creative (“I use the produce flame centripetal to light my bottle of ale on fire and create a molotov cocktail” “you do WHAT”) and after like an HOUR we won and it was amazing. The rush I got from that victory was better than any drug my dood.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

I know I say it a lot, but I legit can’t choose. There’s so many great things about ttrpgs that a lot of people don’t really think of. The creative fulfilment I get from a session is incomparable, the friendships you can build that you couldn’t form in any other way. And like, not to get too real for a sec here, but I grew up with undiagnosed autism and didn’t understand how a lot of social situations worked, and DnD was such a good mechanic for me to try communicating with people without many real world consequences, and I appreciate that experience so much. It’s just such a great thing my dood.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

Can they be the same thing lmao? I mean, I’m obviously partial to Count Cassius, the vampire lord that Adrian slept with lmao. I also always appreciate a good beholder, until I get hit with three disintegration rays IN A ROW.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

We’ve got kind of a monthly schedule with my main campaign, and I manage to get a couple online games in-between them, but honestly I’d kill to be the kind of group that got together every weekend.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

Oh MAN. “I say we do this.” “Yeah, but that’s coming from the guy who decided to tie 3 50ft ropes together to escape the palace.” “iT wOrKeD dIdN’t iT ???” i.e that time I forgot I gave the gnome rogue flying boots so when I planned for them to get arrested at the palace, they managed to escape by tying their ropes together, sending the gnome with it to the top and climbing the wall. I had to improvise the rest of the session. Also “FLINTON BELINDA SKINTON” bc as a role-play exercise I got my party to come up with rumours about their characters and the gnome rogue called Flint AKA Flinton B Skinton decided that one of their rumours was that the B stood for Belinda, and it was GLORIOUS.

13. Introduce your current party.

My current group consists of Flinton B Skinton, gnome rogue. He’s a quick-fingered, silver-tongued gay disaster who can sell anything to anyone. He’s a charming flirt, and a veritable genius in his own right. Kava Daardendrian, dragonborn ranger who loves nothing in life more than her animal companion - her pig Snortin Norton. She’s fun and sassy and shameless, she’s great. There’s Sparks, the fire Genasi Monk, and full embodiment of a disaster lesbian. She drinks, fights, and gets laid, and doesn’t deal with her problems in healthy ways. An icon. And finally Milo, the halfling Bard who falls in love at the drop of a hat and just wants everyone to get along. I call them “The Shenanigang” and I love them.

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

A party I joined late? We had Sylvia Moondrop, the half elf sorcerer who was just trying to get along with everyone despite what the world seemed to want. Orland the half orc bard who was just trying to shake off the Barbarian stereotype his family left him with. Rose Morleen, air Genasi fighter who was literally born to kick ass and take names. I joined as Mason Terrai, the Earth Genasi Alchemist with a perchance for explosives. The very definition of chaotic neutral.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

Of COURSE. What manic wouldn’t ?

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

I used to play online a LOT back before I had friends who were into dnd, but I VASTLY prefer playing in person. The chemistry that’s built not only amongst the players, but also the actual characters themselves is unparalleled. It’s just such a great experience.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

Anyone can attempt anything, the only restriction is the dice. Don’t question the DM unless it’s out of session, then bully the dm on the groupchat until he’s so pissed off he gives you inspiration just to get you to shut up. And also canon lore and canon rules are bullshit when it’s convenient. That’s about it

18. Does your party keep any pets?

Our ranger, God bless her, has her pack pig Snortin Norton, sold to her by one Flinton B Skinton. And Flint really wants a monkey, he’s been trying to find one for ages.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

Not really ? I’m the kind guy that if my dice rolls a 1 I will bench it for a bit, but tbh all my dice are cursed af and I’ve kinda just learned to roll with it by making my characters canonically terrible at everything lmao.

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Aw man I can’t remember when or how, it’s been so long. I had a couple friends who were kinda into it, but all the games they tried to run were complete disasters. I only really started playing I’m the past year or so? Maybe a little more ? Adrian was my first character, and he was a very RP heavy character in a party of tanks and they all hated him but MAN was it fun.

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

Oh all the time. One time my character was careless and didn’t check for traps on a legendary artefact and it lead to the death of a party member. One time my character got angry at his party and walked out. My characters don’t make good decisions, but that’s part of the fun.

22. What color was your first dragon?

White! I thought it was silver at first and went to go say hi, and it clawed me within half my HP straight away lmao.

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?

Oh dude, original all the way. I live for that shit.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?

Depends on the session, but usually a good few hours, couple of days if I’m DMing.

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

“You wake up in a mysterious forest. The strained autumn sun shines through the trees. The only thing you can see it each other, the trees, and an old sign post leading to a path that says "Myrrill” on it. What do you do?“ "We walk in the opposite direction of the sign deeper into the forest.” “…of course you do.”

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters.

I wrote a full carnival show one time for them to watch, and then it got derailed when a horrific monster attacked. But writing all the characters and their acts, and watching my players get entranced as I described it ? Magical, my dood.

27. Do you allow homebrew content?

I live and breathe homebrew content. I don’t know what my games would be without it. I LOVE homebrew.

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?

I make some pretty sick characters if I do say so myself, so I throw them in a LOT.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

Oh dude, role play all the way. Fighting and killing stuff is great, but role-play is just so good. We can go from laughing with a bartender to crying over a backstory reveal and it’s just beautiful.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

Depends on the party, but i find the best players are a little bit of both XD

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

Official ? I’m a fan of the hexblade warlock? Bards are always a good call, and to be real playing monks make me feel like an absolute badass. Race wise, there are just so many. If we’re only talking players handbook stuff, half elf is always rad. Outside of that? I’ve been researching the Shadar-Kai lately and I’m LIVING. They’re so rad.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)

What would you call the disaster gay? I don’t really gear my characters towards usefulness in combat, so it’s just whatever the class happens to lend itself to.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?

I usually write my character, personality, backstory, alignment etc, before I even pick a class or even a race. I basically just make OCs and apply them to dnd rules, and it’s SO much fun. 10/10, would recommend.34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?

FLAVOUR. My party usually hates me, but what I lack in combat utility I more than make up for in creative out of combat skill checks XD.

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

Boi, I even RP my combat, and the great thing is it rubs off on my party too. I’ll have a really low initiative and everyone else will be like “I attack and do 10 points of damage” but then on my round I’m like “I use my staff to leap across the battlefield towards the opponent and launch out with a spinning kick to their jaw” and everyone else is like “oh, okay, that’s what we’re doing.” and the battle becomes so much more dynamic and cinematic, it’s amazing !

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ever thine, ever mine

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Jason Todd // Reader

A/N: After I finished writing a huge part of this royal AU and cut out a huge chunk of it out during editing, I realised nothing really happened in this fic, nothing was truly resolved, nothing makes sense and everything is rushed but this will have to do bc I’ve come so far to just scrap this whole thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

The thing is you've always sort of known that there was something...not right about all of this, something that just didn't sit too well with you. Jason had been more than charming when you had first met him. He was attractive and he knew it, flaunted it around with a knowing gaze and a boyish grin. He was passionate - you couldn’t get him to shut up once he started talking about something that he was really into - and it made him all the more endearing, really.

It only took you about ten minutes into a conversation with him to realise that there was more to him than what met the eyes. For one, his confident facade and cocky attitude were flimsy, at best, under critical scrutiny. If you hadn’t been closely observing him that first time, you would have missed the shifting eyes and the constant calculating gaze that made you think that he was far less extroverted than he wanted people to think.

There was just something about him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on even after knowing him for as long as you have. Him being a crazy axe murderer was out of the question or at least, you hoped so. (You had brought it up once and he had laughed so hard until he was red in the face, grinning up at you once he was finished and fondly patting you on the back.)

He had his bad days, definitely not the most mentally sound, but you didn’t think you could name anyone who was in this day and age. Add that to the fact that you had seen the formal garb and the medals that he had hastily shoved into a crumbling box when you burst into his room one day, unannounced. He pushed it carelessly to the very back of his wardrobe, remaining silent as he did, but you didn’t need to be a detective to figure out he had been some sort of soldier. That had been enough of an explanation for his fidgety self and the odd habits that he seemed to unconsciously have.

He was mysterious, if not secretive. Navigating through his past was like navigating through a minefield. It was difficult to know what would get him to open up, get that shy little happiness to creep up around his eyes or what would get him to shut down faster than you could blink, get him drawing back further into the hollow shell that he had been in once. He’d get wistful looks sometimes when he thought you weren’t looking and it was always over the most random things. You didn’t want to push the issue because you understood the need for space, because you needed it too sometimes.

He was incredibly brilliant too, maybe not in the most conventional of ways but so clever in the way that always made you stop and think. He had a thorough knowledge of the inner workings of politics but always seemed to curl his nose up whenever you brought up anything of that sort. He didn’t own a television, didn’t like the news too much either. His curtains were always pulled shut until one day when he would feel suffocated enough, at which point they would be drawn back and the windows would be thrown wide open.

You didn’t know what he did but he had money and quite a bit of it too. You were quite content not knowing, really. As long as it wasn’t hurting anyone and not hurting you, it was fine that he was so distant about his past. You had things you didn’t want to talk about too. You didn’t think anything he could hide would be too devastating anyways.

That particular morning had started out as it normally would have, nothing terribly remarkable at all. You had work so you had slipped out of bed pretty early on, had a quick breakfast and had gotten ready as you normally would have, not forgetting to drop a small kiss on a bleary Jason’s forehead before leaving.

The small yet still monstrous army of tiny children that you had for students was already dutifully waiting for you when school time began and everything proceeded as it should have. At least, it seemed so. It wasn’t until you had to dismiss the kids that everything seemed to move downhill at an alarmingly rapid pace.

“Is it true?” One of your students had asked, her eyes wide and shiny, “Are you really friends with a Prince?”

The question had confused you more than anything else, truly. She had whispered her question with the awe and wonder of a completely lovestruck child that you had simply assumed that she must have been confusing reality with the tales you’ve been regaling to the kids for the past few days.

“What do you mean?” You had asked then, foolishly unaware of what toils and troubles lied ahead of you.

“Well, are you?” She asked again, eyebrows furrowing and soft cheeks puffing up, “Mommy said you were!”

You definitely weren’t, that much you were sure of. It didn’t even seem like a possibility to you. The only royal family you knew of was the one from Gotham and they were thousands of miles away from where you were. They’ve just never been relevant to your life enough for you to have cared about them so you weren’t sure where she could have gotten that from.

You laughed nervously because denying young children anything would only unleash the seemingly never-ending barrage of questions that they had ready specifically for moments like this one. You shook your head, “No, definitely not, sweetheart.”

“Well, my mommy said so.” She huffed, crossing her arms, “She said she saw you on TV with a Prince on that show that she always watches, the one with all the people saying the mean words!” The bell had conveniently rung at that point, saving you from having to answer her, but it had also just thrown you into a different form of hell. Out of the frying pan into the fire. Except it wasn't just a small tiny baby fire, no, it was a huge wild uncontrollable forest fire. As if set off by the school bell, shit had promptly decided it was the right time to go down then. You didn't know if you were to feel thankful or disgruntled over the fact that everything had only begun to fall apart after the working day was over. You had been seeing some of your students off when you were stopped in your tracks by a frazzled coworker, panting and sweating as she ran up to you. “It’s crazy out there!” She had said, looking severely dishevelled and alarmed as she led you to a window overlooking the front yard of the school, “Apparently they’re all here looking for you!” The sight that you were greeted with was enough to send your heartbeat into overdrive, pounding hard against your ribcage. Your mouth had dried up, all words and thoughts suddenly lost to the abyss that was your confusion and fright. You had no idea what was happening and why it was happening but this didn't seem good. The entire front area of your workplace was covered with hundreds of people. Sprawled across the yard were the paparazzi and journalists and news reporters and people with their cameras and recording equipment.

The sheer number of people present was terrifying, and not to mention, dangerous. And they were here for you? It made no sense. You didn't think you had done anything incriminating lately but you could always be wrong. Maybe all those years that you’d spent illegally downloading music was catching up to you. But that didn't explain the amount of press outside, waiting for you.

A quick check of your phone that you had silenced for work revealed that almost everyone you knew had been trying to contact you for the last few hours. That definitely wasn’t good. A big portion of the missed phone calls and unanswered text messages you received had been from Jason. A burst of yearning coursed through you. Jason. If he were here, you would have long ago submitted yourself to the comfort and warmth and safety of his arms. He would make this all go away somehow, he’d take care of all this and make it all better. How badly you wished he was here. He’d sent quite a few but the one that stood out to you the most was the first one he sent.

I don't know how they found out. I’m so sorry.

You didn’t think it was possible but your heart screeched to a halt at that. Found out what? Could he have been anymore cryptic? Whatever it was, he seemed to be convinced that all of this was his fault. The sudden urge to open the news app was unbearable so you booted it up, scrolling through. It didn’t take long for you to find exactly what you were looking for. Any more surprises today and you were sure your heart would stop for real.

ROYAL RUMOUR: LOST GOTHAM PRINCE FOUND IN A SECRET LOVE AFFAIR?

LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES! PRINCE JASON OF GOTHAM AND COMMONER!

ROYAL HOUSE ISSUES FORMAL STATEMENT

Suddenly, crazy axe murderer didn’t sound so bad. You scrolled through a couple more, feeling more and more dazed after each one. There were so many pictures of you and Jason - all from the same night, it seemed - and there was no room to deny it either. It was so clearly you and so clearly Jason, holding hands and eating dinner and laughing together and kissing.

You remembered that night clearly, Jason had dragged you to one of his favourite fast food restaurants for some ‘real good food’ and the two of you had a blast. The amount of information that the press had already managed to gather on you was terrifying. Even with the short amount of time, they had found out who you were, where you worked, where you lived, even the cafe that you often frequented.

When your instincts had told you that something wasn’t entirely right, you had expected some kind of family issue. Maybe Jason’s parents were both dead or maybe his family was unaccepting and they didn't like him very much. Maybe he never had a family to begin with or maybe he was running away from something, someone. But this was absolutely not it. You couldn't have predicted this outcome.

Jason, your Jason, was a Prince. Second-in-line to the throne after his older brother, the same Jason who rarely ever appeared in public when he was younger but when he was, he was always so bright. The Jason who was reported to have literally disappeared off of the face of the Earth after he was kidnapped and tortured during his deployment.

His sudden reappearance would definitely explain all this attention and you just happened to have been caught in all of it. How could you have missed it? No wonder he had seemed so familiar to you. You mentally berated yourself for being careless enough to not have recognised him. But the royal family had always been a private bunch of people, understandably so, and you simply didn’t care enough about them to have updated yourself with everything they did over the years.

You knew the Gotham royal family were made of mostly the King’s wards, that was until a few years back when a blood son was introduced to the court. Everyone had talked about it for a couple of months, matters regarding claim over the throne being one of the more controversial topics, but everything settled down as rumours often do. You saw articles or heard news of them in passing but you’ve never really ever truly looked into them.

And despite the fact that this couldn’t have possibly changed a thing for you - because you adored the Jason that you had fallen for, the one who often made you delicious meals, who grumbled over bad movie adaptations of books, who had sulked for about a day because he couldn’t keep a dog in his apartment - it didn’t change the fact that Jason had lied to you for so long. That realisation had hurt more than anything else but it also pissed you off a bit. Why didn’t he just tell you? You wouldn’t have been too upset but at least, this wouldn’t have happened.

I’ll explain everything when you get back. Alfred will pick you up. Stay safe.

His latest message had been sent a few hours ago and then not another word from him. You’d always prided yourself as quite the eloquent person, even in your text messages, but it was seemingly unavoidable for your response to have only been a string of question marks. Left unread, of course. If it was this bad for you, it was probably even worse for him. You had so many questions that no one seemed to have the answers to and you were feeling so many emotions that you weren’t exactly sure which one you should be feeling. Anger seemed to be winning over though so maybe anger. 

Getting home was an extremely trying process in itself. Going outside had resulted in a lot of chaos, yelling and shoving and flashes of pictures, and that didn’t get you anywhere. This was something that you expected to only happen in the movies or to other people who were definitely more important and more influential. Certainly not to you. You didn’t think you did anything important enough to garner this much attention.

But you needed to get home, to get to Jason. You needed to hear him out, needed an explanation as to why he thought hiding this from you was such a brilliant idea. Your being foolishly naive and blind to it probably helped him out though. You still couldn’t get over the fact that you didn’t make the connection.

Alfred, the person that Jason said would pick you up, was an old gentleman who appeared to be way too unperturbed for this to have been the first time. He offered his services, along with a handful of burly guards in pristine suits, to escort you to Jason’s apartment. The journey was thankfully less hectic than the situation had been at your workplace, at least. Alfred’s sarcastic remarks was a very welcome distraction to your situation, you found your nerves settling slightly. For a while, you had room to breathe and to process everything that happened.

When you arrived, Jason had welcomed you with a tight embrace, muttering a quick apology against your temple before pulling away. He looked worse for wear, exhaustion rolling off of him in waves even though he was fine this morning. All your anger dissipated at once. You could wait to reprimand him, he was already bad enough as it was. You reached up to cup his face, brushing your thumb against his cheekbone. A small smile flittered at the corners of his lips. This was the side he only wore around you, the side that rarely ever came out save for when the both of you were alone in the safety and comfort of a bedroom.

He only had a moment to spare before a knock on the door sounded through the apartment. A young man, Jason’s older brother - annoyingly enough, your brain is quick to recognise this royal this time - stood at the door, a soft smile breaking on his face as soon as his eyes land on Jason.

Jason frowned, dismayed, “What are you doing here?”

Richard, who you had to admit was beautiful, had promptly pulled Jason into a big hug. Jason had sighed in return but let himself be hugged, though their sweet greeting is cut short by Alfred’s stern corralling. Though their meeting had been pleasant, the moments afterwards felt far from that. It didn’t take long for Richard to speak his mind out, anger and distress in his every word.

“Why didn’t you come home, Jay?” He asked after a few minutes of ranting, voice finally quieting down. He looked shaken, heartbroken as he turned to his younger brother.

It seemed as good a time as any to give them privacy so you joined Alfred who was bustling around in Jason’s kitchen. From the kitchen, you could hear the yelling and the rough grunts but it stopped as quickly as it started. Jason came out a bit shaky and red around the eyes but it seemed like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. The easygoing atmosphere returned easily after that, the silence of the apartment easily replaced by their light banter as if they hadn’t just seen each other for the first time in a long time a few minutes ago.

“I came as soon as I could.” Richard admitted sheepishly, letting out a sigh of relief as he sunk into one of the sofas in Jason’s sitting room, “B didn’t want us all overwhelming you but we couldn’t just stay away.”

“We?” Jason parroted, a frown on his face, more resigned than anything.  

He shrugged, not in the slightest bit apologetic as he replied, “We missed you, Jason.”

Jason didn’t seem all too pleased at the sound of more people coming but Richard had said that there was no stopping them, not when they’d finally found Jason and were determined to bring him back home. Their father, on the other hand, would be joining them the next, not at all because he wanted to but because he had to do things properly, more officially. After all, it wasn’t always that a prince thought missing showed up in a whole different city altogether, so far away from home.

Something told you he was more than thrilled that his family were coming around though. He didn’t need to say it, his despondency before all of this occurred told you much about how much he actually missed his family. Seeing him with his siblings was like seeing a new side of him - he was more relaxed, more content even if he didn’t see it for himself. Seeing him settling into the family dynamic without much effort made your heart flutter in your chest.

“It was nice meeting you,” His older brother had said before he left, smiling at you so earnestly b “Thanks for taking care of Jay for us.”

And that had been enough to jar you. Everything made sense but at the same time, nothing made sense like everything were pieces of puzzles but none of them fit together perfectly. Jason had taken the time to explain it all to you and you’d pieced enough through the conversation happening around you but it was still overwhelming and sitting around, listening to Jason and his family didn’t help at all. You’d been stewing in your anxiety, thinking of what this could possibly mean for you and for him and for everything. He was a real prince, an actual member of the royal family. What the hell.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You asked as soon as the door closed behind his family, the anger sneaking up on you and growing by the minute.

“I was going to.” He grumbled.

“But you didn’t!”

And maybe you had yelled a lot of things then that you didn’t mean now and things you regretted but honestly, you deserved it just a bit after all that you’d been through today. You didn’t have any doubts that you’d soon make up with him but for now, you were still ticked off and feeling a little petty. You wondered how much you could sell all the hoodies you've stolen from him for. Probably a lot. Maybe you'd go on eBay. Maybe you'd put one up tonight and see.

(The bids climbed faster than you could even comprehend, hundreds to thousands to a few hundred thousand. You might have yelled a bit. Jason, who had been sitting next to you at the time, had given you a confused look before peering over to look at your laptop. He had laughed so hard then and told you that his dad would definitely not be happy about this.)

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— ✧ that looks like MANON GWYNN! they’re the TWENTY FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD of MEGAN GYWNN ( BIOLOGICAL) & JUBILATION LEE. [ they are also a BARTENDER at the karma club. ] i hear they’re COOL & FASHIONABLE, but tend to be UNREACHABLE & MANIPULATIVE. their file says that their  power is FAIRY PHYSIOLOGY, LIE DETECTION & ILLUSIONS.

        Just found out the entire world doesn’t revolve around me. Shocked and disappointed.

   full bio.     pinterest.   soundtrack.

 here’s her like bulletpoint bio then some badly thought out wcs! thank u next !

history.

Manon gwynn; the eldest of the gwynn’s. Born to a fairy and pixie.

She liked being an older child for the most part, albeit, there was a small time where she was an only child which was great too. But as long as she’s getting attention she’s fine with it.

She’s always been that girl at school, that everyone seemed to just love. ( effortlessly cool, effortlessly chic, the girl everyone wanted to be and every guy wanted to be with. ) this was down to a multitude of things.

1. She’s a compulsive liar, and will spin any web to make people think she’s better than them

2. She can control pheromones.

Conclusion: that and a winning smile, it’s a combination,

People remembered her as that: the cool girl.

They used their popularity for good mostly, but the only good she ever really did was stop anyone from picking on their little sibling. Manon was ( and partially, still is ) the coolest elder sister anyone could ask for. Has it all together at all times. Knows the answer to everything.

Being at the ‘top’ had it’s .. problems too. They were never really interested in guys, sure there was some interest on a romantic level -- but was never really interested in anything beyond making out at best.

But, by the age of 15, it was kind of lame to just say -- ‘oh we made out - - ‘  , one guy asked if they could just say they did it. And thus started manon’s first scam.

It worked well for the compulsive liar, guys would pay her ( extortionate amounts ) to just say that they got together. She got money and the notoriety, and that got whatever man points they needed.

She could buy designer stuff, start rumours about herself that she had a sugar daddy of some kind, and profit off of people she deemed ‘lesser than herself. As long as people were talking about them, she didn’t really care if they liked her or not.

It was also around this time they realised for the first that maybe girls were more of their thing:      it was gaia who first tipped them off, wiping away their tears one day they just wanted to lean in. it was an almost,     something. They were the closest of friends, but the burn across their cheeks when they held hands ?   it was way different from how any of the guys she fake dated with made them feel.

When they were 19 they joined an x-men roster ; or the trainee one. Their powers aren’t the most suited for combat, but the variety made them a good asset to have trained for a situation that needed to arise.

They  didn’t  like  this, not being the main heavy hitter of the team. The center or star. Putting her at odds with the rest of the assigned  ‘ team. ‘

It made them brash, reckless, and for the first time: this persona of the ‘cool’ girl who had everything together slipped. Broke and crack. They couldn’t manipulate their teammates through their illusions to make them seem better,   they saw the raw her, and she was hating it. How open they wer with gaia, with the team.

The last brick was the attack,          sure, they were acting recklessly nonetheless --     but her wings?     Her wings were her pride and joy.   And nothing, not crippling loneliness,  not her chronic nose bleeding, nothing was more embarrassing and painful then getting her one defining trait ripped from her shoulder blades.

She was 21 when she ran away from the x-men’s medical bay, jumped on a motorcycle and just sped away. Changed their name to cupid, and started spinning their biggest web of lies yet.

They fell into crowds of scam artists, who taught her tricks ; she remembers one tight group well, used them as a central base amongst her own … well . everything,

She spent the last 4 years pretending to be an instagram model, one of those ‘thots’ with a private snapchat and always seem to be vacationing and ‘finding herself.’

She missed the birth of her niece, in fact, didn’t even know they had one till she showed up with a suitcase, an entirely new personalty. And a new set of wings.

She’s full of secrets, a walking enigma, a scam upon a ponzy scheme upon 4 unsolved murder cases upon , : /

She used to be on david’s team for a hot sec n now she’s back w seemingly more powers and just here to be that bitch n get her spot back

In conclusion: that elusive bitch who never acts the same way 2 more than 1 person, seems effortlessly cool n better than u, cares only abt her little sibling n her pocket knife. The rest of u can die i guess : //

[ Character inspo: caroline from snotgirl, olive from easy a, sailor mars ]

Her coffee order is a half caf cold brew with no fat almond milk and one pump lavender syrup.

Although her name is manon;   she’s gone by cupid for the last 5 years and sometimes mixes up what name she gives to someone.

wcs.

Platonic !

      Childhood x-men friends : people she would have met at high school and known who the ‘past’ manon is -- maybe less likely to believe some of her .. crazy ass stories

People who were also involved in one of those past scams : paid to say they slept together,   robbed something together ? u know those kind of things.

Gaslighter : she’s a chronic lier,  and unfortunately that sometimes involves having to twist other peoples memories of an event to make it more believable.

Manon whomst? : manon changes her name, her story like the wind, so this one is super malleable, just someone who knows her by a different name  -- met her during a scam, 

Rich girl squad : manon is rich, but she pretends to be, god does she pretend to be. Like little J in the first season of gossip girl she’s ruining her life to keep up this illusion so i’d love this group of rich ppl she’s desperately tryna keep up with !

That one person she’s an honest bitch 2 : they probably saw her breakdown one day and was like omg wtf, manon doesn’t even open up but they like pet her w a brom or smth like .. . . there there .. ..  . . .

Toxic friends: but manon is the toxic friend just bc no one checks her behaviour ever and she’s just allowed to act like vinegar constantly.

Romantic !

Exes  : if it was highschool, they would have all been male -- but more recently she’s started dating a couple of girls. Probably were more along the lines of flings than anything else. / open 2  a lot !

Going off exes - her first actual time w a guy that ended w her stoping halfway thru and it’s probably rlly awkward like dam was it rlly that bad: i imagine the 2 are close friends now, best buds