#But her doll in person was very pale . I need her so bad

[glitterhoof]

almost forgot to post these !!

[ash5monster01]

hey, could you do a neil perry x fem!reader where he (and maybe the boys) comfort her..maybe she’s ill/period or even just a nightmare.

it’s okay if not !

Sick Days

Pairing: Neil Perry x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of being sick, language

Summary: Being sick is easily the worst thing that can happen at Welton but at least you have the absolute best friends in the world to make it better, especially your caring boyfriend.

word count: 1.1k

Masterlist

Nothing is worse at Welton than being sick. Being sick was guaranteed to put you behind in classes, get other students to avoid you at all costs, and keep you from spending time with your boyfriend. On top of all of this, you also had your period. Nothing was more demeaning than being the sick girl at a mainly boys school with your time of the month tagging along. So even though you weren’t a very emotional person you had found yourself softly crying in your dorm bed after the nurse had told you to stay on bed rest for the rest of the week. What a load of crap.

The other bad thing was if you missed classes absolutely everyone knew. You were more than likely the talk to the school by third period because absolutely nothing else of excitement ever happened here. So while you were locked away in your dorm room everyone got to gossip about your absence. Which was how Neil had found out. He had confirmed the information with your roommate who had been given permission to sleep in another dorm until you had recovered. If he knew you like he thought he did you were no doubt heartbroken that you now had to die of boredom alone in your dorm. You’d rather go to class and that was saying something.

So with this information he devised a plan. One his friends help set in motion considering they all loved you just as much as he did. They snuck out of their dorms often for Dead Poets meetings in the old Indian Cave so what could it hurt to sneak out and hold a very silent meeting in your dorm. Neil knew you’d be awake, upset and bored to death from having to spend the entire day alone with piles of homework dropped off in your dorm. So it’s no surprise when he opens the door to your dorm and your head lifts from your bed at the small creaking noise that came from it. “Neil”

“Hey baby, how’re you?” he whispers out, heart aching for you and how sick you look. Your covers are wrapped tightly around you and your face is quite pale. The bed infront of you is covered in the homework you must’ve been actively working at, desperate to keep yourself ahead even if you are sick. He doesn’t miss the way your lip quivers at his question and he feels guilty for asking. “Oh honey”

Neil doesn’t care about getting sick, he sits beside you in the bed and pulls you into his arms. It was his job to comfort his girl after all, so he kisses your head, and holds you while you softly cry into his chest.

“I hate being so secluded” you tell him with teary eyes and his eyes soften towards you as he uses his thumbs to brush them away.

“I know, it’s the worst. Which is why we’re here” he tells you and your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he says we’re.

“Did the boys come too?” you ask and Neil chuckles and nods before pressing one more kiss to your face before he gets picked on for doing so.

“They didn’t want our best girl being lonely either” he says as he stands and goes back to the door. Your heart clenches from him leaving your side, needing him close to you. He opens the door and you’re met with the smiling faces of each of the boys who file into your room, some sitting on your roommates bed and the others on the ground.

“Hey guys” you smile widely at them, the whisper falling from your lips.

“Hey doll, feeling better?” Charlie is the first to respond, his signature flirty smirk on his face.

“I am now” you tell him as Neil comes back to sit at your side, arm wrapping around you.

“Our first silent meeting” Neil whispers to the group and the boys whisper hoot and cheer which has you giggling lightly into Neil’s shoulder.

“Should be easy for Todd” Knox teases and you all silently laugh at the blonde boy whose cheeks have now burned red.

“Impossible for Charlie though” Cameron adds and Charlie kicks the boy with his foot from where he sits on the bed which instantly has the red headed glaring at him.

“Alright, settle down gentlemen. Let’s take a look at our refreshments” Meeks says, reaching into the pockets of his coat and pulling out mountains of snacks him and the boys had collected. Your stomach grumbles at the sight, thinking of the chicken broth and crackers you had been brought for both lunch and dinner. You were practically starved.

“Oh Pitt’s, please pass me a cookie” you call out and the tall boy obeys, plucking a cookie from one of the snack piles and leaning over to hand it to you. You smile thankfully at him and stuff half the cookie into your mouth.

“Someone seems happy?” Neil teases as you finish the cookie and you smile at him.

“So happy, I wish I wasn’t sick so I could kiss you right now” you tell him and the boys quietly ooh which has Neil waving them off.

“I’ll be waiting the moment you get better” he tells you and you smile softly at him, wishing you could show him how happy he has made you. You vow the moment you are better you’ll kiss the shit out of him.

“Okay lovebirds, let’s get this meeting started” Charlie says a touch too loud with the clap of his hands and the boys instantly shush him. He holds his hands up in defense and Neil chuckles before pulling the book out of his jacket. You watch him fondly as he reads the opening statement and when he finishes you place a kiss on his cheek.

“We can leave if you ever get too tired or don’t feel good” Neil whispers to you and you shake your head, looking fondly over each of the boys.

“No, stay. I want you all to stay” the happiness of the others surrounding you being the only thing to make you feel better all day.

“Even if Charlie reads a stupid poem?” he asks and you chuckle and nod.

“I’d actually prefer it” you tell him and he grins, eyes also glancing at his friends who were so good to come and help cheer you up. The only girl he has ever loved.

“Then we’ll stay, until you feel better” and you nod, content with that answer and content with the friends you were so lucky to have.

“I want you all to stay forever”

[mak3itr7ght]

Pair: Park Jimin x fem!reader (Coraline and the secret door AU)

Words count: 5.278

TW: mention of blood.

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Y/n's pov :

'Here we are, Y/n! This is the place where your father and I have met! The Pink Palace...’

As soon as I got out of our car, the grandeur of this huge house overwhelms me. It looks like a very old... and creepy building but, to be honest, I like this. It’s not that I’m a goth or something but I’m into this kind of vibe, just enjoying it without being fully part of it. My family and I will stay here for the two upcoming weeks, and I really prefer to stay here, in this mysterious, greyish-looking place, instead of spending our vacation on an exotic beach, smelling of suncream. That’s not for me. That’s not for Y/n Lovat.

I like the sea, i like walking there at night, when there’s no one else but me and myself, getting lost into quietness and into the sound of the waves. I enjoy being alone and I don’t feel bad for this. Sometimes solitude heals.

Anyway!

I can’t wait to explore the house. My parents have told me some stories…they told me about an alternative world, you can have access in It only through a little door, and it looks like that, that door, is right among these walls. But that world is filled with bad things, they said, and then they just tried to reassure me by specifying that that world wasn’t real; that it isn’t real. They don’t know that i could feel sadder if i actually find out that it is really all fictional…eheh so I must find out if I should be sad or not.

Once I enter in the house, I immediately start to look around, searching for hints when my mother’s voice interrupts me.

‘I know what you’re thinking about. You won’t find it, because, as we said, it doesn’t exist. Got it?’

Sometimes, Mom and her sixth sense scare me. But her words don’t stop me from my investigation. Still, when this topic comes out, in her eyes, I always spot a veil of agitation, like she’s hiding something from me and I’m sure that Dad knows about it. But it doesn’t change my mind at all, I’m the kind of person who needs physical proof to consider something real or fake.

During evening

The right moment came: Mom went to shopping, and the supermarket is quite far from here, Dad is doing a visit to some neighbors, two old women, he told me, so I’m sure that they will keep my Dad enough busy with their chatting, along with tea and cookies. I have the whole house free, for at least two hours. It’s time to get in action. Let’s start upstairs. I look around, searching behind the paintings and analyzing carefully each room. Nothing. I’m walking across the hallway when suddenly I trip onto something. It is a floorboard slightly raised. They told me the house was restructured, still, there’s the risk to get injuries around! I stand up, massaging my hip, the one that hit the ground. While tripping, I removed completely the floorboard and I notice that, in the whole it was covering, there is a small dusty trunk. I take it. It looks like there was a lock or something, but it was already removed. Mh.. strange, but maybe it’s just the metal that got consumed by the humidity.

I open it, curious about knowing its content. There’s.. a doll, with buttons as eyes, it has short, bright blue, hair, pale skin and it’s wearing a…a yellow raincoat, it looks strangely familiar…ù

Mom…

In the living room, there’s this picture. She is with the grands, she was young at the time, and they were posing in front of this house, and she was wearing the same raincoat…

I feel chill along my spine…well, right, mom loves to sew, so, maybe she made this doll backtime. That’s it. Anyway, I decide to keep it in my room, in my closet. I’ll keep searching for the door tomorrow.

After two hours, my parents return home, we have dinner and then straight to bed. I try to fall asleep, however, a continuous sensation of being observed keeps me awake, I turn towards the window and I see a black shape... with two bright yellow eyes...

I jump, wondering what that thing is, when the moonlight illuminates it showing me that there’s no reason to be scared. It is just a cat, a black cat. I try to look at it with more focus, and I spot, next to the cat... the doll...the same doll I locked in my closet, under the pile of clothes I still have to fold.. what is it doing out there??

The cat, suddenly, does a little nod with its head, ‘telling’ me to follow it... and, like the dumbass I am, I decide to listen to my curiosity instead of my common sense, following it.

Silently, I manage to leave the house, but, not so easily, since as soon as I leave the room, I get caught by my mother, I, astutely, tell her that I am only going to get a glass of water, but I also know that she would go to check, as soon as she will see the kitchen light go off, so I simulated my steps and the creaking of a door and then I  ran out; in my bed, when my mother will go to check, there will be bulge under the covers, and she will go to sleep, not caring that what she will see, won’t be her dear sleeping daughter, but just pillows...

I reach the cat, which is waiting for me under the window of my room. It starts running and I keep following it... it takes me to a hill not too far from the house, where there is a water well, very old and probably unused. Next to it, there is a white napkin, which seems to wrap something... the cat looks right at it as if it wants to tell me "Go and see what's there for you", thus, again putting aside my common sense, I check what this napkin wraps.

Some sewing needles... and... a key...

a key... keys open things, right? Like…the trunks.. the padlocks or... THE DOORS! THEN IT EXISTS! IT EXISTS AND I WILL FIND IT!

I return home full of enthusiasm, hoping that the morning will arrive quickly.

The morning

'Are you sure you don't want to come with us? Aren't you afraid of being alone in this new house for more than 2 hours?'

Dad asks, I admit he seems to exude some concern. But, despite this, I nod with confidence, trying to reassure him and my mother, they are going in town to do some duties or stuff like that.

'I'll come next time! Promise!'

I state, to try to speed up the conversation.

'be careful, Y/n'

Mom seems quite strange, she also seems to be a little worried…but oh well, it will be the influx of memories she is receiving, since she spent her childhood here.

As soon as I make sure my parents' car leaves the driveway, I start to find the door…I wish that black cat would help me with this too...

And, as if it had heard me, here it appears, outside the kitchen window, this time. Wow. That’s incredible.

I let him in, and my cat, Ginger, immediately gets on defensive... actually it has never gotten along with cats similar to it, rather it has always preferred dogs... strange, right?

But even stranger is what I’m just seeing, with one look, the black cat managed to make Ginger calm down... I'm starting to think that this cat isn't just any normal stray cat...

I return to reality seeing the feline pass before my eyes, heading towards the dining room and stopping near a white wall..

'Mh... that’s not helping... surely the door I'm looking for can't be th-... what if...'

What if it's behind this wall?

I look better at that marble wall, and, there was a lighter part, compared to the rest... it means that the cement, in that area, was placed later...

But now a big problem arises... how can I remove this layer of concrete in just a few hours?

I try to think of a plan, when I see the black cat scratching on the white patch... pff poor thing, does it think that can scrape off such a hard material? I turn around for an instant, hearing a meow from Ginger, and then I turn towards the wall... and the door pops up out of nowhere, the door I was looking for so much... the concrete has disappeared into thin air, there isn't even any a speck on the ground...

It is as certain as anything that this cat has some supernatural power... I approach the small door, it's small, but if I bend down, I could fit in just fine. I take the key out of the pocket of my skinny jeans and slowly insert it into the door lock.. with the same slowness, I turn it.. until I hear a click..

Oh yes.. here it is.. it's open. Ginger and the black cat keep watching me. I hesitate for a moment... I turn towards the two cats once again, and the black cat has disappeared... probably its daily task is done. I turn towards the door, take a sigh and open it.

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Jimin's POV:

The moon this evening seems to shine more than usual, and the apples on this tree seem to have a different red... a bloody red, my favorite color. Their taste, sweet and a little sour, like the lies that a mother tells her child, for his own good.. sweet…and a little sour…I hear a rustling coming from the hedge next to me, and, after a few seconds, my dearest friend comes out from that pile of green leaves…

'My friend, Black, tell me... what brings you here now? I thought you were busy with that favor I asked you a while ago...'

'Don't worry, Jimin, the time…has come. she's coming here, to you…'

A huge smile appears on my face, there are those who would say it's madness, but in reality, all I feel now is pure joy…

'Thank you, my dear friend, I knew I could count on your help.'

I stated, stroking the shiny, black-as-night fur of my dear friend, my only friend. It didn't even have a name... when I found him wandering around these lands, he seemed to know where he was, and yet, he didn't have a destination, he was there, with that proud look... like every being of his kind.

One day, however, I approached him, we talked for a long time, and what I took from that conversation was that, although he always kept his ears pointed and his muzzle high, there was a veil of loneliness in him, just like me... after my dear mother was taken away from me... by the one my friend thought was her friend... that blue-haired witch.

Luckily, I managed to open what were the blue eyes of my furry friend, making him really see who that was... Coraline... and so, in exchange for my friendship, I asked him for a favor...

When I learned of my mother's death, everything I thought about and still thinking about, It’s, actually, I wouldn't even call it revenge.. I just want to settle the score with her…by taking away from her…what she cares about the most.

I look into the garden pond, and I see her reflection, what will lead to Coraline's eternal suffering..

Her dear daughter. Y/n Lovet.

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Y/n's Pov:

I can't believe my eyes...so does it really exist? In front of me, stands what appears to be a long distorted tunnel…

I wonder…what's at the end of it.

I start to walk, when suddenly I hear the voices of my parents, intent on taking out of the car the bags full of gifts and souvenirs to bring to the rest of the family…I panic for a moment... I immediately close the door and hide the key in my pocket again.

I look around, hoping to find something that can cover the hole in the wall where the door is, but when I turn towards it, I see that... the layer of concrete has returned to hide it. Maybe I'm going crazy? Until recently, there was only a hole in the wall and not even a bit of dust on the ground, but now everything is back to how it was before...

A small smile of disbelief escapes me at the thought...

I run towards the front door, intent on helping my parents with all the envelopes.

'How are you dear?? You look a bit strange?'

'Have you done anything in our absence?'

My parents continue to observe me... perhaps because I'm still a little shaken by the latest events. But now... I simply think, or rather, I ask myself, why did my parents want to keep that world hidden from me?

Maybe they really don't know anything about it and the fact that it actually exists is just a perfect coincidence.

Pff… I can believe in anything, but coincidences, I really don't.

I spend the day ruminating on what happened this morning... and I just hope that night falls soon so I can finally discover what lies beyond the tunnel.

At dusk, my parents invite me for a walk near the house and, near an apple tree, I see a puddle, which is strange. It has never rained in those days. I look out to observe my reflection, but my face resting on the water, it's almost disturbing... I jump, noticing that instead of my eyes I seem to have... buttons?

I walk away, running towards my parents, scared, to the point of not being able to tell what I saw. Back in the house, I immediately run towards the mirror in my room, and my reflection seems to have returned to normal... it must have been an oversight...

Once night falls, I make sure that my parents are totally immersed in their dreams, and I head towards the wall where the door is located... but here a problem arises... without the black cat... how can I scratch off the cement?

Hmm… maybe if I close my eyes and wish to see the door... okay, it probably won't work, but there's no harm in trying.. I close my eyes, count to 13, open my eyes, and to my surprise, there it is, the little door. I open the door again, and there it is again the dark blue tunnel, I give myself courage and cross it, slowly. I find myself in front of another small door and I slowly move it, not too much... Who knows, there might be something behind it...

I lean forward a little to observe, but what I see leaves me quite disappointed… It is the same room I left from, my living room, there is nothing different...It must have all been a joke, probably.

I enter the room, close the door, and decide to go back to bed, but on my way to the stairs, I spot the black cat outside the window beckoning me to follow him again and so I do.

Following the mysterious feline, I realize that the garden is different from usual... In front of us, then, stands an arch that leads towards a small lake, over which a bridge has been built... I've never seen it...

Around the lake, there are apple trees planted, already ripe, which is strange… I know that apples ripen during autumn, not in summer…

The cat climbs onto the bridge, jumping onto the ledge of this, where, there is a figure, leaning against it, seems a male figure, a long-limbed, elegant male figure...

Will it be a neighbor? At this time of night?

I approach slowly...

“Hello…Y/N, it's nice to meet you.”

I stop walking.

“h-how do you know my name?”

"I'm the son of a dear friend of your parents, it has sense that I know you."

So, he knows my parents... This reassures me. I lean forward to observe him, and when he turns, I am taken aback. He has... Buttons instead of eyes...Out of surprise, I lean on the handrail of the bridge, which however breaks.

I close my eyes to prepare for the impact but, before I end up in the water, I feel something pull me up and hold me. I open my eyes, and I see that face with delicate features, but almost ruined, by those gadgets on his eyes, so close to mine.

Where am I?

Am I really at home?

Regaining my balance, I move slightly...

"I know what you're thinking…These aren't exactly nice to look at, are they?"

She says pointing to the buttons.

I observe him, without responding, confused but also a little struck by compassion…

"don't feel bad, I was born like this…"

My confusion increases. And the boy probably understands this.

"You know you're not in your world right?.. This is very similar to yours but more beautiful.. Don't you think?"

He turns, observing the moon, which shone a slightly more different silver, from our real satellite.. Indeed, looking around, it feels better here.

"It means that my parents knew about this world.."

I think out loud. The boy turns to me and nods.

"Indeed.. But after my mother's death, they denied its existence."

I can hardly believe that my parents have denied this place... Why did they speak so badly about it? Why did they always tell me not to come here?

"but.. now you're here! Right? Will you keep me company for a bit, at least until dawn?"

The boy looks at me, smiling softly.

In the end.. I want to know more about this place, so I nod and smile back.

The boy takes me for a walk in this immense garden, full of flowers and sculptures made with hedges.

There is a certain musicality in the air.

"shall we Dance?"

I laugh

"I don't know how to dance, unfortunately, I would just make a fool of myself"

"it means that I will be the one to teach you"

I've always been a little reluctant when it comes to guys, I've already told you about my concept of loneliness, right?

Yet, with him it's different, he puts his hand around my hip, the one on which I think there is still the bruise from the other day, and his other hand delicately takes mine, we start dancing, I think it's a waltz or something like that. I'm just following his movements, looking into his eyes, or should I say, buttons.

"You like being alone too, don't you?"

I nod, lowering my gaze slightly.

"When you are alone, you feel better, sometimes, you have time to think and to improve yourself"

I keep listening to him in silence, while we keep dancing, I knew that I was not the only one who felt good alone, but it needed me to visit a parallel world to find that someone...

Thinking that I'm not that wrong or that strange makes me smile.

"Now that I think about it, you know my name, but I don't know yours.."

I say, lifting my head slightly.

"My name is Jimin, mi lady."

"Now are you even calling me mi lady?"

I laugh.

"you said you couldn't dance, yet you seem to have always been doing it, you look like a princess, a Lady"

He winks at me.

Generally, I hate this kind of attention, he's shamelessly flirting... And, unlike usual, I like it.

This boy, Jimin, if I'm not mistaken, has something special, it must be that he comes from this world..

We dance almost all night.

The first lights of dawn are already starting to appear...

'I should go.. '

'wait a little longer, please'

I do so, deciding to stay some more time with him, continuing to look at the sun which was now emerging on the horizon.

'Will you come visit me again?'

I spent one of the most beautiful nights of my life, how could I not come back here, I found a person who understands me… A special person. I nod but then I realize that it's really time to go before my parents find me. I immediately run away to where the little door is and I quickly run to my bed, a few minutes later I hear my mother come through the door… I take a sigh, just in time…

Jimin's POV

'she took the bait like a fish on a hook eh eh'

'you're absolutely right, Black… It was easier than I thought, I imagined Coraline's daughter to be tougher'

I say playing with a hair I pulled out of Y/N’s head.

'but she's cute, come on…'

'don't tell me you really meant those things you said to her?'

I turn to Black, nodding.

'it's a shame that she has to end up bad, but for now, I'll have fun with her' I smirk.

Let's see what she is doing now…

I lean towards the pond to see the image of Y/N, she is changing... Which makes me blush a lot…and that doesn’t suit me at all.

I make the image disappear from the pond and start to go back into the house…

'You have taken the color of your beloved apples'

Black tells me, laughing..

'shout up, you silly cat'

Y/N's pov

The days pass, Jimin and I now see each other every single evening, we dance the waltz and then we stop to watch the sunrise. He knows everything about me, and I know everything about him, or almost, sometimes he's so mysterious. He also gave me a pair of needle-shaped earrings. They are original, which is why I like them a lot. I would like to tell my parents about him, but Jimin told me several times not to do so, to avoid a possible "strange" reaction on their part. Maybe seeing Jimin would have reminded them of a dear friend, and this would have saddened them. So we decided to keep this "friendship" in secret, even though I can't understand whether he is really in love with me or not.

One evening

While having dinner with my parents, I notice that something is  bothering them. I look at them with confusion trying to understand what they were thinking. At a certain point, mom turns to me.

'you've been weird for a while..'

My confused expression deepens.

'You know.. We found this in your room..'

My mother shows me the doll I found that week before, before I discovered the door. I try to find an excuse...

'oh.. That? Ah yes, I found it just yesterday, upstairs haha you sewed it, right?'

'Y/N… We burned this doll'

My eyes widen. What do they mean they burned the doll? So.. Who recreated it..

'Those earrings'

I hear my father whisper that phrase, almost scared. I check my earlobes, and I notice that it's true, this time I forgot to remove my earrings..

'Wait.. I can explain-'

''Y/N! I told you not to look for the door!'

'You told me it didn't exist. And then... Even if it existed... What would be wrong with that? You told me so many of those lies, about monstrous creatures, just because they have buttons instead of eyes, what makes you think those creatures are really wrong??'

' Y/N.. Tell me where the door is.'

'never.'

'Right now!'

Mom definitely has no good intentions, I don't understand her, Jimin is so good in the end, he understands me, and I'm sure his mother was like that too..

'You had a friend in that place. And you abandoned her son out of selfishness.'

My parents look shocked.

'Who told you this? Who is this friend-... oh no.. '

Mom leans towards me, probably to assert me. I move away and run towards the door, which is open.  Arrived in the other dimension, I turn and see the small walled-up door..

I turn around to find Jimin right behind me..

'What's going on, princess?'

I hug him. Scared and confused more than ever.

'My parents saw these'

Pointing to the earrings.

I see Jimin's face darken.

'I think I can imagine the rest..'

He almost seems to be... smiling.

At a certain point, she hugs me, squeezing me... I can hardly breathe.

'J-Jimin.. I can't breathe'

'Now.. you are with me, I will protect you..'

Black's pov

I think Jimin's plan is failing miserably.. I saw how he looks at that girl and he didn't seem like he was faking it.. Well, in the end he isn't that different from humans. I lie down on the branch of my favorite tree, but I can't fall asleep, I feel watched.

'Jimin was always wrong'

I turn, noticing Ginger, Y/n's cat.

'Oh then you talk.. I thought you were mute..'

'Nice...come on, let's go save Y/N'

I ignore her, poor naive kitten. She is naive but stubborn to the point that she makes me fall from my beloved branch. Luckily, we cats always land on our paws.

'Girl, have you lost your mind?'

I look at her, sitting proudly on the spot from where I fell.

'And yet you let yourself be deceived by that demon..Jimin is not your friend. He just wants to avenge his mother, the woman who killed three innocent children and who also wanted to kill Y/N's mother. You yourself helped Coraline..'

'Tsk.. yet Coraline left, never thinking of taking me with her.. Jimin instead welcomed me and was always by my side'

Ginger comes down from the tree and stands right in front of me.

'When he kills Y/n, you will no longer exist for him'

The coldness with which she said that sentence made my blood run cold. Yet I almost feel like she's telling the truth. Now that I think about it... Jimin always behaved strangely..I sigh…feeling betrayed for the umpteenth time.

'Let's go save your friend'

Ginger widens her eyes in surprise, but I can see a minimum of joy in those green bulbs. As fast as we can, we arrive in the other world... just in time....

Jimin's Pov

How beautiful. Thanks to Coraline and that owl Wybie, this innocent little fish ended up in my net. I continue to hold Y/n, not too much to kill her.. you know.. I changed the plan.. I want to keep her here with me, forever. She will be my queen, but to become one.. these beautiful eyes will have to be replaced.. I caress the girl's cheeks..

'Do you want to become my queen?..'

I say approaching her..

The moonlight is illuminating us, as if we were under a spotlight.

Y/n's pov

Jimin's proposal appeals to me a lot... I almost feel as if something is hypnotizing me…Something pleasant. I close my eyes, continuing to look at him, to look at those plump, pink and soft lips. I feel his breath approaching my face, and something touch my needle-shaped earring.. But before that distance between us could disappear... something awakens me from that trans-state...

Jimin's Pov

'Let that girl go right now'

Just as I'm about to sew up my princess's eyes, I am interrupted by a rather irritating voice. I turn around, furious, seeing Black....and another cat..

'What's the matter, my friend, have you also met your soulmate and has love just made you crazy? Come on let me do what I have to do..and go for a walk with your kitten..'

'You..kind of profiteering devil'

The two cats are preparing to jump on me..But Y/n shields me.. and the claws of the two cats.. hit her eyes.... I feel the pain, so much so that I feel my heart shatter.

For me... she gave up her beautiful eyes... for me... without even my hypnosis..

'Leave him alone.'

The girl shouts.

'He's innocent, why are you mad at him, all of you, he's alone... and he doesn't deserve it. He is misunderstood, and he just needs someone who understands him...please...get out of here and leave us alone. You two, and my parents...and everyone else.'

After saying this, I see Y/n collapse on the ground, holding her hands over her face, bleeding. The two cats seem mortified , especially the ginger one…it almost seems to cry.. then, at the bottom of the garden, right at the entrance, I hear sobs..

They are Coraline and Wybe.

I don't know how they got in, but it's like I can't move…

I crawl towards Y/n and rest my head on her shoulder while I wrap my arms around her waist...Below us there was now a blur, with the color of the apples from that tree right in front of us.

'Please, Jimin, save her..'

I hear Coraline's voice, broken..

'I'll save her, but she'll have to stay here with me... I'll have to sew her the buttons... it's the only way to keep her alive.'

Coraline and Wybe, through tears, nod..

I was a fool.. I believed from the beginning that they were the bad guys.. and yet.. the sacrifice of Y/n, of my Y/n, and the fact that her parents, after all, asked for help from me.. it makes me understand.. that maybe I did everything wrong in my life.. that I shouldn't have hung on to revenge, that it would have been better to forgive.. and maybe now Y/n would still have her beautiful eyes..

While I'm sewing on her buttons, a tear falls... yes... because under my buttons, I have eyes... it was the one I thought was my mother who sewed them on for me.. as soon as I finish, I take Y/n and hold her to me, still sleeping..

'You will be fine now...sorry, my princess'

I whisper to her.

Then my gaze turns towards her parents and the two cats, destroyed by their mistake.

'She's alive, she's healthy, she'll even be able to see again. But she will have to keep these forever..To apologize...I will create a bigger door in that house, and you can come here to see her whenever you want...in the end, this world is the same as yours. Wherever you go, that door will follow you so that you will always be able to see it.'

The couple looks at me in amazement…I don't blame them at all. I stand up, lifting Y/n bridal style.

'Y/n's right.. you're different'

'Thank you very much and take care of her, always..'

I turn towards them, bowing my head in thanks. In reality, I wasn't that different, it was Y/n, who opened my eyes.

Two days later

Y/n's pov

I wake up from what seemed to be an eternal sleep... I look around, and getting up, I remember what happened...I jump up to look at myself in the mirror and...yes...now I have buttons where my eyes should be.

'I'm sorry, princess. It was the only way to save you'

I turn towards the voice, it was Jimin, behind him were my parents, along with Ginger and Black. I give them a smile.

'Modestly...they suit me'

I laugh and then jump on the boy.

'Am I wrong or before anyone interrupted us, we were doing something very serious'

I say literally closing the door in my parents' faces.

And then I kiss him..

I've wanted to do this for a long time, and it's cooler than I thought. Especially because now I can be with him... in the world that perhaps suits me better.

[i-loathelucy]

more about “the doll”

ooc: hey!! there’s some more important info abt lucy that i wanted to share + some not as serious lucy fun facts. this is kind of lengthy so everything is under the cut 💜

personality / misc hcs

she hates that she has to be addressed by her callsign. she wasn’t called her actual name for years—she was only addressed as Subject Number 27 in the lab—she wants to be just lucy again.

lucy calls her brother “jem” a lot because when she was first learning to talk she had trouble saying “jeremy” so she said “jemmy” instead.

she and scout butt heads a lot because of how ideologically different they are, but they love each other dearly. they both are very protective over the other.

she shows her affection through acts of service. she’s very bad with her words.

lucy loves loves LOVES tea and sweet foods and drinks.

besides her work uniforms, she doesnt really have any clothes of her own. she has a couple of dresses (all gunne sax) gifted to her by spy for her 16th birthday.

the work/combat boots she wears are horrifically beat up. they’re worn out because they’re all she wears. she has another pair of shoes and mary-janes as part of her uniform, but these shoes in particular are cherished by her because they were the first piece of clothing she was given after being rescued from the lab.

because she didn’t grow up in boston for too long, lucy doesn’t really have a bostonian accent, but when she says certain words, it kind of slips out.

lucy has a slight gap in her front teeth. her teeth didn’t grow in properly. she was playing baseball with her brothers when she was four, and a stray pitch knocked one of her baby teeth out and the other lodged into her gums.

as part of her training for her “psychic abilities” she had to learn how to do multiple complex actions or tasks at once. this is the reason why she knows how to play multiple instruments (piano, fiddle, some woodwinds), why she’s very skilled in ballet, why she’s a skilled singer.

lucy was told that fighting is a lot like dancing. she really internalized it. she moves very gracefully and fluidly the field—however, normally she moves very stiff and awkwardly.

lucy was taught different languages in the lab as part of her “educational enrichment.” she’s best with french and struggles a little with german. she tries to teach herself russian (mainly for heavy)

lucy is mixed. in my hc, her ma is filipino.

she is not comfortable in her own body. she feels like she’s somewhere in between being a girl and being a boy but she doesn’t know how to express that properly.

lucy is ace.

lab related

lucy is incredibly pale due to being stuck in that dark lab for a decade. dark circles under her eyes are more visible because of this.

she has high pain tolerance due to training procedures in the lab. they needed to make sure she could still use her abilities even when her body was under high stress or running on incredibly low amounts of sleep or being dehydrated or dangerously hungry. many of her natural body “cues” are not normal. the mercs need to keep her in check because of this.

lucy has a really weird relationship with food because of the lab. even though she hated what they forced her to eat, those foods still bring her comfort.

she had to mature way too fast and way too soon. she felt she had to “kill” the child that she was in order to survive in the lab. but that child never truly “died” so lucy is in a really bad balance of being fiercely independent or concerningly codependent.

she has bad dreams nightly. her nightmares involve her being found by the AiHB and them killing or torturing the people she loves. or it’s her death in the lab. someone else being experimented on and she can only stand there and watch. her being unable to save someone because she can’t overpower their attacker. she would calm herself down by going to find scout or sniper or spy to make sure that they were there and safe and well.

lucy had to keep a journal in the lab. there were drawings and written entries in it. scout took the journal, then spy stole it from him and he keeps it with him after that. they both wanted insight on her mental state. scout never learns spy stole it from him—he just thought he lost it. lucy does not know that this happened.

lucy becomes very paranoid over her privacy. of people listening to her conversations in secret, hidden cameras.

she becomes especially sensitive to the mistreatment of animals.

she has oddly specific fears and all of these are because of the lab—she’s afraid of black vans, she’s afraid of dotted fabrics. the sound of EKG machines.

she was terrified of men in white coats, so she was terrified of medic. she wouldn’t talk to him, she couldn’t be in the same room as him. he mistook her genuine fear of him as her trying to intimidate him. after that, he actively makes sure to assure her he is nothing like the men in the lab.

addressing the RED and BLU lucy of it all

so when i was first making lucy’s character, i had the comics in mind more than i did the game. there are implications in the comics that are different from the games. the most important one to lucy is the whole “spy is a deadbeat” thing

because in the games its heavily implied (but. basically canon.) that the father of RED scout is BLU spy. the father of BLU scout is RED spy.

but in the comics, RED is kind of written as if they are the only team. making RED spy the father of RED scout.

so for me i have been treating comics lore lucy differently than game lore lucy. she has the same story no matter what—she will always be scout’s little sister and second child of the spy, but the exact semantics of her differs.

because i realized kind of quickly that both a RED and BLU existing in the same space at the same time would be a little problematic logistically. because both lucys work as assistants to the administrator who is authorized to go down to the respective RED/BLU base that her brother works for. but i feel like both teams would definitely realize “wait, if she works for the administrator…then she…”

so there IS. a RED and BLU lucy, however they do not/cannot in the same timeline. they’re in parallel timelines to each other.

because this is something that is interesting to me, both lucys have knowledge of the other but they don’t realize that.

they both think that the blips they see or things they hear are not related to an “alternate timeline.” they both simply think that they’re experiencing side effects from their meds or their psychic abilities.

how did this happen? a procedure performed in the lab went horrifically wrong. lucy’s abilities at this point are wildly out of control. she unintentionally caused a power surge and lucy almost died due to the machines she was hooked up to.

this event happened at the same time across the main RED lucy and BLU lucy timelines. there’s more about this but it gets kind of even more confusing but. anyways does this at all make logical sense? probably not! is this at all necessary? absolutely not but im keeping it in bc i think its cool lol

RED lucy and BLU lucy

RED lucy prefers to act as support, usually acting as the team’s second sniper or giving medical aid to anyone she sees in base. RED lucy is a lot more defensive than offensive. she uses her abilities more for self-defense or disorienting the enemy to allow someone to get out of a dangerous situation. she avoids the frontlines she’s more afraid of getting killed on the field or getting captured because she knows she’s easy pickings to the other team.

BLU lucy would be found on the frontlines near her brother. she feels much “safer” there, because she thinks it would be easier to kill or capture her if she’s alone. she uses her abilities to cause major distractions to lead the enemy into surprise attacks.

RED and BLU lucy both consider sniper to be one of their closest friends. they both consider pauling to be a sister figure.

i really like how a lot of people portray BLU as being more serious than RED. so that means BLU lucy is a much sunnier person. she processes her trauma in the lab differently—she cracks more jokes and laughs more easily about it. her viewing it as a fucked up joke is how she ignores/suppresses her trauma.

they both are left handed.

okay this was a fucking lot lmao if you have any questions i will gladly answer them. thank you for reading or getting this far 💜

[selfshipping-central]

I'm curious what I'll get lol

Fandom requesting for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss

Male and female, I don't mind

I'm a average height average weight individual with long drift blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and really pale skin. I have quite a bit of acne (most of my family members have it even in adulthood) and I wear big round glasses. I switch my style on a dime, but it's usually cutesy girly girl or gothic lolita

I am a ball of stress, and always switch my decisions. I can count how many days I have felt calm since 2020 on one hand. However, I value other people's opinions a lot and always make sure who I care for is happy and alright. I'm creative as well. I am bad at describing things, however on the 16 personality test I got Mediator/INFP. This doesn't mean I won't fight back when needed though

My hobbies include art, music, writing, video games, true crime, and cooking. My interests are technology, all creative forms, and history however. I have two main collections, one of sanrio figurines and the other of fashion dolls.

I would prefer a mix of platonic and romantic, however I do not any romantic pairings with any of the Morningstar family or Vaggie. Not sure I'll even get them, but JUST in case! Hopefully this is enough info

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Octavia!! (Romantic)

She thinks you're kind of cute the moment she meets you.

Thinks your aesthetic is really cool!!

Really likes the gothic lolita, it fits with her aesthetic too!!

She definatly tries to ease you with your stress, anything she can do she will.

Tries her best to be the best girlfriend possible but there are times she slips up.

Take her stargazing oh my god take her stargazing she will cry.

Your dates are usually very chill, not overly overwhelming and in quiet areas to avoid overstimulation.

Doesn't mind when you lash out but she does find it quite hot...

"Woah.."

She would recommend all her favourite bands to you <3

Loves your creative style, thinks its awesome you're so expressive with your art.

If you end up gifting her something she'll treasure it until the day she dies.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Husker!! (Platonic)

Father figure!!

Doesn’t really care about your style but if he catches some demon hitting on you or making you uncomfortable he will not hesitate to show them why he used to be an overlord.

If you call him ‘dad’ he will melt.

So overprotective, if you’re not by his side, Angel Dust probably is because he trusts him

He’s very low with his energy so when you’re freaking out and being indecisive he’s trying to comfort you and deal with your mood.

Supports your hobbies wholeheartedly and would hang some of your art in his bar.

He notices your collection and while he doesn’t say anything he quickly buys you more so you can add them to your collection.

Burn out so bad I might take a break （︶^︶）

[destinygoldenstar]

Just A Couple Of Fun Headcanons Of TD Characters (Gwen)

- Gwen was born in Connecticut in an isolated home with her two loving parents and later a little brother Charlie.

- Gwen’s actual name is Pasty. (Why does Duncan call her that again?) Her mom picked it because from complications of the birth, she answered the name question with ‘Toothpaste’. So the doctors called her Toothpaste. She changed her name because of personal discomfort with said name.

- Gwen wasn’t born pale. She was actually decently flesh colored. And her hair was a dark red. From her father’s side. (This is a nod to her Camp TV design, or ‘Heather’ in that)

- Gwen was an accidental pregnancy. A fact she likes to joke about when she claims she wasn’t meant to exist.

- Gwen’s goth nature stems from her grandmother, who is dead inside.

- Gwen actually likes flowers. She doesn’t show it now, but as a little kid, she’d love to collect them. 

- When she met Charlie for the first time, she was shy about the idea of a little brother at first. Her father assured her that they would get along very well. Though she was shy about touching Charlie as a baby, she’d often ask how he was doing.

- Overall, Gwen loves her family. She feels the safest around them to this day. Sure, her mom is kind of a klutz and airheaded, but she’s a very well meaning woman. 

- Her dad was a nightguard. He worked at a memorial part of the museum of historical figures that were beheaded. Gwen loved that place.

- Gwen didn’t have a lot of friends in school. They were turned off by her ‘strange’ behavior. For example...

- Gwen willingly holds frogs. She’s into the slimy stuff.

- Gwen is a huge drawer, and likes to reimagine her sketches. Her drawings of flowers would have faces on them. She also designed monsters of several kinds. 

- She had a toy wand she clung to, as she loved to play witches and fairies. Unfortunately it got stolen by some punk in school and snapped it right in front of her.

- Gwen’s favorite Halloween costume was when she was seven. She dressed up as Jigsaw. (Don’t ask how her parents allowed this)

- Gwen had a sack doll she slept with. It looked a lot like something out of Coraline, needless to say.

- When she was eight, her father developed a fatal heart disease.

- Gwen’s last memory of her father was her clinging onto him in the hospital, confused and upset. Her loving parent comforted her as much as she needed. He assured her that there was nowhere he would go where he wouldn’t be with her.

- "You're a special girl, Gwen. You will be loved as such. And if you love someone... you'll tell them. Even if you're scared that it's wrong, even if your love will cause problems, even if you're scared that your love will burn the entire world down... you say you love them. You never regret that you love them. You show your love to everyone. And life will take you from there." -Her father’s words to her

- A few days later, Gwen’s dad passed away, leaving the whole family devastated.

- Even to this day, every year of the day of her father’s death, Gwen would spend the whole day sulking in the shadows, a graveyard, or somewhere that looked dead. 

- From the grief, they moved to Ontario, hoping to forget and start a new chapter of their lives.

- They lived in a small townhouse. A really small townhouse. The neighbors were LOUD.

- Gwen was a massive indoor person. Especially after the move. It definitely showed on her skin. Didn’t help that she also has a huge amount of allergies.

- Gwen didn’t sleep well. She was practically a night owl. An ant crawling on the floor would wake her up in the middle of the night.

- Believe it or not, growing up, Gwen was deemed somewhat ugly. Puberty wasn’t really kind to her, especially with braces... you do not want to see that.

- Gwen has a hard time comprehending her feelings. She doesn’t like to show them, because when she does, it’s not very fun. (I think we can all agree with that)

- Gwen hates school. She has a thirty two page letter in her diary about how bad the system is and how she’d change it. She also has a fanfic about her school being a victim of a zombie apocalypse.

- Gwen is a huge fan of The Walking Dead. She also unironically reads the Twilight franchise. (Now you know why her relationships suck)

- Angus and Vampriya, Gwen’s lizards, were a ‘gift’ to her from the school. There was a science experiment to kill the lizards. Gwen freed all of them, and two of them clung onto her. She was suspended for doing this. (Because gosh forbid we teach kids that animal cruelty is wrong)

- Gwen draws what she feels. Whatever happens around her, she draws it in her edgy gothic mindset. Someone dies? She’ll draw the dead body as though it’s from a movie. 

- Gwen sits alone at lunch by choice. She wouldn’t have the social skills to communicate anyway, so she doesn’t really try.

- It was gradual and not instant, but Gwen did start to wear a lot more black. She kept her funeral outfit on for an entire month before taking it off. It just became second nature to her as brightness became more uncomfortable to her.

- Gwen’s ‘friends’ are really only her friends because they remind her of slashers in movies. Why is she into that? Because they kill off annoying teen archetypes.

- Charlie was Gwen’s one real friend, even if he was far more extroverted than her. She gets some of her cynicism from him. She always made time to hang out with him, even if she hated the idea of what they’d be doing. These two love each other.

- Gwen’s mom was... a little on the cooky side, especially after her husband died. She never married again, but she did date one dude. In fear of getting a stepfather, Gwen dug it into her mom’s mind that stepparents were the cause of the original member’s death, and her and Charlie would become servants for the rest of their days to him. It actually worked, and her mom broke up with that guy for little good reason besides that. They were only dating for like, four weeks.

- Gwen’s mom’s sanity was also kinda unstable, so she was unable to get any better promotions for her waiting job. Gwen had to be the one to get work to pay their bills. She was barely turning fourteen when she got her first job.

- Gwen much preferred her multiple jobs than school. She certainly had a lot of them. From a cleaner at a petting zoo, to a waiter at a cafe, to a lawn mower for the neighbors lawns, to chaperoning a nature trail. She spent the majority of her early teenage years working.

- Charlie made her audition for Total Drama. He wanted to help her get some fresh air and socialize more, as he couldn’t stand her constantly working and wasting her life. Because it’s Charlie, Gwen did it, but only for a dare.

- Gwen fully expressed in her audition tape that she did this as a dare and that she has no interest in their show whatsoever.

- The producers loved her and casted her.

- Gwen and Trent didn’t really interact outside of what the show showed you. Gwen’s not very good with talking things out, even if she thinks Trent’s a really nice guy. She has quite a few communication issues. Even she doesn’t know half the time if she’s mad at him for burying her alive or if she’s madly in love with him.

- Although, Trent played music about her all the time. Gwen loved to eavesdrop when he wasn’t looking. 

- Almost no one besides her family had ever expressed love and care for her. So you can imagine that Gwen would be allured by anyone who would do that for her. And I mean ANYONE. 

- It’s because of this that Gwen has a hard time telling the difference between a crush and a friend. If people tell her it’s a crush, then it’s a crush. Simple as that.

- Gwen and Leshawna do each other’s hair and nails in their spare time. Leshawna was a very supportive and endearing friend. Losing her in Island was a nightmare come true as her guardian angel against Heather was gone.

- Bridgette and Geoff never really held anything against Gwen. Not even in Action. They were scripted to be against her by their bosses. However, they both did make that clear to her and apologized later on.

- Gwen put poison ivy in Cody’s bed when she found out he stole her bra. She was very close to seeing him as a friend since he helped her with Trent, but Cody blew it.

- Technically canon: Gwen told Duncan, Heather, and Owen about her birth name. She threatened Heather and Owen to not tell anyone about it and not talk about it. But with Duncan, she’s cool with it from time to time.

- Gwen is on the asexual spectrum. She doesn’t want to have sex. She’ll kiss and cuddle, but not further than that. Believe it or not, both her boyfriends respected this.

- Gwen and Trent’s first date was at a donut shop, since Gwen made a deal with Owen. The two stayed after for some coffee and cuddled up by a bench. Trent played guitar for her as they did so.

- And then Trent became an insane obsessed lunatic. And yeah, everything Gwen loved about him was thrown out the window (Though I blame the writers for this one). So rather than take responsibility in the relationship and try to figure things out, she bailed on the relationship entirely.

- And then the IN UNIVERSE fandom grew to HATE her. And this hatred would only grow as the show went on. 

- To them, Trent wasn’t the problem. It was Gwen. Gwen was the one who lost everything they loved about her. Plus they were massive Gwent shippers, so... yeah. It was ugly...

- "Why did Gwen turn down Trent?!" "Trent did nothing wrong!" "Why would Gwen do that?!" "NOOOO, my Gwent ship! T-T" "What the hell is this breakup bull****?!" "Welp, hopefully they'll get back together next season..." "Season 1 Gwen was the best." "Gwent forever!" "Can someone smack Duncan? He caused this!"'

- Leshawna was ticked when she found out Gwen threw the challenge AND assaulted Harold. They weren’t friends anymore after that.

- Really, Gwen’s only friend after the humiliation that was Action was Duncan. He never played anything for the camera’s sake and respected all of her choices. Even her bad choices.

- The internet wars mostly stem around Gwen and still exist to this day. You’ll have people who hate her guts. And you’ll have people who’ll defend her. Doesn’t help that Gwen’s new career surrounds being online with her videos. (Does this make her a YouTuber?)

- The latter side did suggest another ship: Gwuncan.

- “It's a perfect match!" "Duncan and Gwen are perfect for each other!" "The emo and the punk making out? How cliché..." "Courtney sucks! Gwen is so much better for him!" "Go for it, Duncan!" "Why are you hesitating, Gwen?!"

- From my points before, you probably know what got into her head when she heard all of this. The Internet pretty much told her what ship to board. 

- Sure he was a criminal, but he treated her well. She had fun with him, and he was hot. So it was love, right?

- Plus, (As I said in the Duncan headcanon post) Duncan and Gwen hung out quite a bit in a hiatus between seasons. They happily shared all their interests with each other, and respected each other with no complaints. More than Duncan, admittedly, Gwen felt safe with him. Like she could share anything with him.

- The reason for this and not with Trent is because this is LATER in her life. After Island and Action, she’s grown to be more open about socialization and feelings. So she’ll be more capable of being open with a later crush than an earlier one. (So trust me, I am NOT against Trent in this case. I am indifferent to both of these ships, as unpopular of an opinion that is.)

- Course, Gwen didn’t engage with starting anything with Duncan because she knew he was dating Courtney. Sure, Duncan went to Gwen sometimes to vent about the fights he and Courtney got in, but they were technically still in a relationship. Even if Gwen felt bad for him. So you can tell how excited she was when she heard Duncan and Courtney publicly broke up and humiliated each other.

- Duncan told Gwen over and over again, even before World Tour, that he and Courtney were no longer a thing. Believe it, don’t believe it, the point is that Gwen did. She only bounced back because Courtney constantly referred to Duncan as ‘her boyfriend’, which brought a ton of confusion.

- Gwen and Courtney bondd over Twilight. Haha insert whatever jokes you want when reblogging

- Though Gwen wasn’t really ‘friends’ with Cody, she did express sorrow for him and his abusive relationship with Sierra (sorry not sorry). She knows what it’s like to be obsessed over.

- Gwen and Courtney also loved pranking Heather with her hair. They got Sierra for help with that.

- That’s the only thing she cooperated with Sierra for. Other than that, Gwen hated Sierra. That fangirl makes this goth SO uncomfortable...

- Duncan was rocking with Gwen’s favorite rock band. Dream come true.

- Gwen and Duncan’s kiss was... exactly as it was in the show. Yep. With the points I made before, it all applies. You expected me to change it, remove it, or dump on it? Ain’t gonna change the fact that it’s a VITAL plot point in the show that needed to happen. (If they didn’t kiss, Alejandro would have no basis to use Courtney, he’d have no solid ground to make Heather jealous, Courtney and Gwen would have nothing to break up from, Gwen would have no reason to try to mend their friendship, and Gwen being a Villainous Vulture would have made even less sense. I could go on.)

- Again, when Duncan came back, Courtney went on and on about how he’s ‘her boyfriend’. It was guilt tripping Gwen HARD, and she quickly regretted the kiss.

- Gwen confronted to Duncan first about the situation. Duncan told her again that he and Courtney weren’t a thing. “People change girlfriends all the time. What’s she gonna do? Kill us?” -Duncan’s words.

- They both agreed that they were gonna tell Courtney the truth. They didn’t have any intention to keep secrets from her any longer than the Greece challenge. 

- And then Alejandro had to enter the chat and ruin it.

- Everyone, I mean EVERYONE (Except Duncan and Cody I guess) were RUTHLESS in making sure Gwen KNEW her actions were irredeemable and unforgiveable, and that they hoped she SUFFERED. There was no break. Everyone hated her. She got hate mail, she was called ‘New Heather’ as a nickname (that stayed for the rest of her life), Courtney and Sierra constantly threatened to murder her, etc. All that sympathy she had in the first season was GONE.

- Duncan was Gwen’s only sense of comfort in the whole beratement. She cried on his shoulder after the false elimination ceremony in Greece. He was there for her.

- For clarification on ‘New Heather’: Heather was a bully. She was cunning, ruthless, didn’t care about anyone’s feelings, and only wanted her own selfish gain. She’d willingly use dudes to spite others. WHO DOES THAT SOUND LIKE? (This is in universe interpretation)

- In that sense, this was considered ‘the real Gwen’, who was nothing more than a villainess. Everyone sided with Courtney. They sympathized with Courtney, felt bad for her, and routed for her. Courtney was the hero. Gwen was the villain. Gwen was just as bad as Heather. If not worse.

-  "What bitter irony. Heather kisses Trent to spite Gwen. And Gwen kisses Duncan to spite Courtney. Not once does she consider that." "Actually, Gwen is pretty boring." "Poor Courtney! She didn't deserve this!"  "I hate Gwen now." "Dang, Gwen was derailed so badly..." "Where's my Season 1 Gwen?! I don't even know this girl!" "Oh, look at me! I'm just gonna steal my friend's boyfriend with NO care in the world!" "These two should have never hooked up!" "Done nothing wrong?" "Only a villain would do this!" "Gwen would be better if she admitted she was full on evil." "This isn't my Gwen!" "Does she realize how wrong that is?!" "I'm gonna be pissed if Courtney doesn't get her revenge." "I don't like ships like this!" "Gwent was way better!" "This is way too evil!" "Lovey dovey characters are so annoying!" "Man, and to think we used to like her..." "Does Gwen even care?!" "What kind of monster are you if you don't care?!" "She could have gotten with Cody, and it would make more sense than with Duncan!" "Gwen is a terrible girlfriend!" "It's all Gwen's fault!" "Boyfriend kisser!" "New Heather!" "Ironic that the one bullied by Heather becomes Heather!" "At least Heather was unapologetic about it." "Gwen sucks!" "I want Duncney back!" "I want Gwen out of this show!" "Gwen is irredeemable for me. There's no saving her now."'

- Gwen felt all that guilt and was emotionally exhausted with the backlash. So she went to the only person she could find comfort to in this situation. So when they kissed in the Ex-Files, THAT’S the moment where Gwen stopped feeling bad about what she did and decided to ‘let things happen.’ She wanted Duncan. Courtney didn’t have a basis to be angry (according to Duncan). She did nothing wrong (again, according to Duncan). The hate would die down eventually.

- It did not die down. It still exists to this day.

- Duncan did apologize to Gwen about his scheme in the Australian challenge, and explained that he didn’t mean any of that. Gwen told him it wasn’t gonna be a big deal, because soon, Courtney would be gone, and she’d come back to him in a victorious ending to their plotline.

- And of course, she didn’t come back.

- Gwen’s elimination in World Tour made the audience CHEER. They were so happy with Courtney getting revenge on her. It exploded into... quite a bit of harmful memes and posts. (Which I will not elaborate any further than that)

- Gwen, in Aftermath, went to Geoff for help on her situation, thinking he’d help her. He didn’t. Geoff knew what it was like to be cheated on, so he felt ZERO sympathy for Gwen, and only told her that he hoped the kiss was worth it.

- Trent was kinder to her about it, but he told her that he expected that of her. That broke her heart, and they hardly talked for years.

- From the rejection, Gwen and Duncan became quite possessive after World Tour. (Read my Duncan headcanon post for insight on Duncan’s POV with this) 

- Duncan exploited the hate that Gwen, well, hated, to keep their fame in tact. Admittedly, it kinda helped with getting money for both of them. Duncan also shoved Gwuncan in everyone’s faces just to amplify their hatred of them. Didn’t take long for Duncan to forget to take Gwen’s word for things. 

- So yeah, Duncan’s kinda the reason why Gwen’s a Villainous Vulture. Great boyfriend, huh?

- All of that was pretty... draining for Gwen. You know what the internet does to people’s heads? Her family noticed this and tried to find ways to help her.

- Even Gwen’s mom hated her relationship with Duncan, and advised her to shut him out of her life. It would be doing her a favor. Like, the five people who cared about her told her over and over again to stay away from Duncan. The only words that got to her about it was the phrase, “It’s not love.”

- With that in mind, Gwen decided she needed to make amends with Courtney. She needed to redeem herself and prove she wasn’t who everyone thought she was. She was NOT a villain.

- Of course, that included blanking Duncan. 

- When Gwen finally called off the relationship, Duncan confronted her that same night to ask what gave. It was a very ugly fight. Duncan ended up making it all about him and his feelings, and Gwen claimed that she THOUGHT Duncan was the only good thing that ever happened to her on the show... so they were both heartbroken in the end, and never understood each other’s ‘why’ in the matter. 

- Gwen told Duncan directly, “Get the f**k out of my life.”

- He did. After he was arrested, she never saw him again. He respected her wish in the end. If you were to ask Gwen about Duncan, she’ll either pretend she doesn’t know what you’re talking about, or say that she wishes she never met him.

- When Gwen was betrayed by Courtney, it was hard for her. She literally went through another season of torture just to get their friendship back, and then Courtney betrays her? It was all for nothing...

- After the show, Gwen became diagnosed with depression. She had to see multiple therapists about it, and was sulked away for nearly two years. 

- If Gwen could go back in time, she would have never auditioned for the show in the first place. She would’ve told everyone NO, she was getting on no one’s ship. She’d make her own ship and hoped it floated. They couldn’t have her name, or her image, or put her against anyone for the sake of ratings. She didn’t need fame to function. She didn’t need love to function. She didn’t need ANYONE. She could do plenty of things on her own, and she would approach her life loving herself first and others second. Gwen X Gwen was an OTP. A match made in heaven...

- But back then, she didn’t say that. Not if she wanted to break more hearts. 

- Gwen got into the art college she wanted. Her mom willingly went into debt for her to get her out of the house and fix her life. Gwen was heartbroken about that. But it showed how much this family was willing to sacrifice for each other.

- Cameron went to that college as well. They remained pretty good friends. Cameron’s even there to help Gwen with her art career. Mike and Zoey do help from time to time too.

- Tbh Cameron has kinda been the one guy from the show who didn’t give up on Gwen after the show. He was like a neighbor to her. 

- A few years after leaving it, Gwen made a return to her internet blogs as a business woman. She painted several murals, wrote several poems, and made environment advertisements, which mostly ended up selling well. 

- Her most famous poem was titled “What is Love?” She intended it for teenage girls who were having problems figuring out what love is.

- Gwen even got to make the rock band she wanted, with a few collegemates Ennui and Crimson. How did they get on air? Some jerk sent Gwen a love letter. So she pulled a Taylor Swift and made a song out of it about rejection. That song got really popular. (She’s kind of Taylor Swift but rock)

- Gwen won a Gemmy award for one of her songs. 

- Gwen dyed her hair constantly. Dark blue, purple, crimson red, blonde, etc.

- Gwen did manage to make things up with Geoff Bridgette and Leshawna, and they’d be there for each other as friends.

- Gwen even got to be friend-ish with Cody after he grew out of his simp phase.

- Gwen and Heather became friends. Of all things.

- Even Trent eventually came around and they helped each other with their work. They didn’t get back together (as Trent was pinned to Sadie) but they were good friends.

- Ironically, it took exactly 9 years after their breakup.

- It was kind of hard to get Trent back at first, as they both made names for themselves and they didn’t exactly leave on good terms. It took a big apology from Gwen for Trent to forgive her. (Did Trent apologize? No. He kinda grew into an egotist)

- Gwen and Courtney met again when Gwen got sued for a ‘copyrighted’ cover she did of ‘How To Be A Heartbreaker’. (Gwen had a contracted deal, so those people were just having a ‘sue a rando’ day) Courtney became her lawyer for the case.

- Courtney was the one who gave a big apology this time. And after the case, Gwen forgave her. She finally made amends with Courtney.

- Gwen pretended to be annoyed with being an aunt to Charlie’s kids. But she secretly thought of them as if her own. She saw her own eyes in her niece. 

- Gwen never married. She never dated anyone again.

- Gwen’s well aware that the hate for her Total Drama years never went away, and never would. When she was well enough from her depression, she made an effort to interview every contestant of that show to exploit what it did to people. She even tried to make sense of everyone’s POV’s of all her terrible mistakes that she’d never forget. There certainly were a lot.

- The unfortunate thing is that her Total Drama story was going to the one that would be told first. Before any of the other stuff. If you were gonna ask a majority of people which Gwen story they’d tell, it’d be the Total Drama one. Why can’t the rest of Gwen’s fame be remembered as much? Or her platonic relationships? People mostly remember celebrities for their drama.

- It took a long time for Gwen to accept that. Whenever she was faced of that past, she’d have several mental breakdowns about it. She never got over them. But she’d pull herself out and remind herself that accepting her wrongdoings were a part of loving herself.

- Technically, in the first gen cast, Gwen is ‘the last one standing’. She’s the ‘survivor’. (RR doesn’t count. That’s a separate show.) She saw her generation to the end of its time. She was the longest relevant of her generation with Total Drama as a whole. She was forced into loopholed contracts to interview for the show for nearly forty years. She also lived the longest out of these characters. 

- She’s the one who ‘survived’.

[piggyette]

soft asks by sunnysideanon

i treat ask games like surveys, we all know this.

what song makes you feel better?

who listens to music to feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

i dont watch movies qwq im sorry these are rough answers

what’s your favorite candle scent?

i usually like winter fruit smells. so plums, pomegranates, grape, deep and rummy sorta scents. i also like rich sweet ones, resin-y smells. i like a nice light floral mix (iris, jasmine, lily, rose) on cleaning days.

what flower would you like to be given?

lillies. any lillies, but i like madonna lillies

who do you feel most you around?

my partner system, but specifically trent. he is me, and ive never felt it more than when we're together. my brothers are a close second.

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

i have gold rings around my pupils i just noticed the other day. they're gorgeous and i have no idea where i got them from genetically-- maybe my mother. she has gold in her green eyes. i'm glad i got something from her eyes, i'm jealous of them. i have insanely enviable hair. my nails are elegant... also enviable. im wicked talented and sharp, nobody can create the way i can-- BITCH???? ok one of my favorite songs paused randomly that was a whole experience. answer cancelled next question

what color brings you peace?

pale green. this isn't bad, though.

what calms you down?

being alone in my own space. writing music/poetry. having a clean space. music-- hey, i guess that first question was onto smth

what’s something you’re excited for?

grocery run tomorrow, haircut sometime this week. yay.

what’s your ideal date?

taking turns spitting vodka into each others mouths and banging our skulls together til we pass out

how are you?

im fine! a lot of excess energy strangely which is funny b/c i haven't had any caffiene today. that reminds me i need to add energy drinks to my grocery list. eeeeeeee also feeling sappy. in love. so in love hehe

what’s your comfort food?

probably any kind of salad theyre very safe foods

favorite feel-good show?

i dont dream of watching televi-- interview with the vampire.

fairy lights or LED lights?

fairy lights. LED lights make me anxious to look at but now Everyone has them so what do i know

do you still love stuffed animals?

yes.

most important thing in your life?

myself, but secondly, my fiance.

what do you want most in the world right now?

a kiss.

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

don't smoke cigarettes and don't tell that girl everything.

what would you say to your future self?

keep doing it, even if it's uncomfortable. trust your gut, not your body.

favorite piece of clothing?

my black turtleneck or my fur coat.

what’s something you do to de-stress?

bounce and moan on it

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

moneyyyy!!! oh, personal. money from their personal bank account!!! (a card. i collect those.)

what movie would you want to live in?

childs play. id fuck that doll and save the little boy JFIOWEJFE

which character would you want to be?

... oh myself isnt an option ok. then id wanna be in clueless and be cher. id like to be rich

hugs or hand-holding?

hugs. i need my hands for other things but i can be hugged forever

morning, afternoon or night?

ALL OF THEM ALL OF THE TIME

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

horses, dirt roads, hotel rooms, cigarette smoke.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hiya!! Can I have a matchup for Bungo Stray Dogs and maybe Attack on Titan? My self appointed nickname for the internet is Bunny or Julii and my pronouns are she/her. I am a leo and a INFP. I’m 5’1” (I think, I’m short but it only bugs me when it’s inconvenient. IE: high shelves.) I’m plus sized and pale with fluffy honey colored hair with natural dark brown roots. I usually shave half of my eyebrows off so they’re nubs to draw a new, pointier shape but I’m lazy and don’t draw them on a lot. I’ve been told I’m dainty and have slightly bucked and a tiny overbite- my teeth kind of look like rabbit teeth tbh. Personality: I’m kind, obnoxiously so and mostly to ppl who don’t deserve it. I’m also silly and careful ab people’s feelings. I tend to be, not a mom friend but a big/lil sis type of friend depending on who. I’m shy at first but can get very loud and have been told I’m a funny girl. I kind of hate authority but need to be told what to do- it’s a battle of two wolves. I also really like princess treatment a lot lmao like pet names are a yes with ppl I know. I dress cutesy or goth or both and ppl have been weird about it. People infantilize me a lot. It doesn’t help I’m autistic and have ADHD Hobbies: drawing, writing stories, watching videos, cosplaying, collecting fashion dolls and Care Bears. Likes- pet names, praise, art, anime, spicy/sweet foods, rabbits, dolls, scary movies/horror attractions Dislikes: cruel people, existence- like the constant struggle of it (I’m fine I swear), being treated like a kid bc of my hobbies and appearance, most modern country music, and Julius Caesar. I forgot to put my sexuality but I identify as queer and mayyyybe ace. I prefer women but I do like the occasional man and the like. I like a buuuunch of anime and fictional men, so it’s okay if I’m matched up with a man. :)

Hi Bunny! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I saw your additional fandom ask and have included it here. Since you said you would prefer a female matchup but would be okay with a male, I've gone with female matchups but included a male suggestion as well. If you'd like me to elaborate on these alternate matchups, just let me know! I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

I think you and Naomi would get along well. You’re both people who care deeply about those you care about and are “sister” figures to your friends.

Naomi does have a bad habit of babying those she cares about, and you definitely fall under that category. Pleas just tell her that it’s something that you dislike and she’ll do her best to treat you as an adult.

She does sometimes slip up though so be patient with her while she breaks the habit. She’s trying her best, it will just take time.

Did I hear princess treatment? Oh, Naomi is all over that. She’s always asking to do your hair, pick out outfits for you, massage your back, take you out on dates, buy things for you. She enjoys being able to treat the person she loves.

I get the feeling that Naomi would like a mix of pop and country music. She may not seem like it but I think she would enjoy modern country music a fair bit. Please recommend some songs for her to listen to.

For your consideration, Atsushi would be a good male matchup for you.

In Attack on Titan, I match you with...

Sasha is a lot like Naomi in that she cares deeply about you. But there’ll be no babying from this one. Whether they’re an actual child, a friend, or an older high ranking official, she’s treating everyone the same, especially if they have food.

Speaking of food, Sasha loves taking you on breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates. She gets to spend time with you and try lots of tasty food? That’s a win-win in her book.

She also needs to be told what to do a lot of the time since she struggles with taking the initiative. It’s handy for you both having friends like Mikasa who can take the lead when need be.

Your carefulness of peoples feeling balances out Sasha’s naturally “say what’s on her mind” way of talking. You’re able to smooth over a lot of conflicts that may arise from Sasha carelessly saying the wrong thing to the wrong person.

Please don’t ask her to watch horror movies with you. She’ll eat all the snacks and once they’re gone, she has nothing to distract her from what’s happening on screen. She’ll be up all night due to fear and a stomach-ache from the snacks…

For your consideration, Connie would be a good male matchup for you.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

Nobara is a good balance between Naomi and Sasha. She enjoys spoiling you but won’t overdo it. She’s a firm believer that if she goes overboard with buying and doing things for you now, it won’t be special when she does it later.

That’s not to say she won’t give you the princess treatment though, especially if she knows you like it. She’ll also give you a bunch of pet names based on things she knows you like or her favourite features of you.

Definitely someone who can take charge when needed. She’s a born leader and has the charisma to make it work. She’ll happily give you guidance where it’s needed.

You two would be the “older sister” friends to a lot of people. You both give off that energy and, when combined, you’re like the older sister everyone needs, always looking out for them but teasing them mercilessly.

Won’t treat you like a kid. In the world of demons and curses they live in, treating someone as something less than they are can be fatal. She will treat you the way she wants so be treated, no more, no less.

For your consideration, Yuji would be a good male matchup for you.

[fuckyeahilike]

I never liked Barbie, sorry. I understand that she's a great American cultural icon, and that she's very important to some people. But as a child I never wanted a Barbie, and I never understood her as a concept for a toy.

When I played with my dolls I was mom and they were my children. And Barbie is a fully grown woman who has her own life and doesn't need me. She's not a baby. I’m paying to watch her.

There's also something to be said about how she fosters consumerism - this was a point made by one of my favorite children’s books authors, Michael Ende, in one of my fave books as a kid, Momo. There’s this character who is a "bad guy", who tries to ensnare Momo by giving her a Barbie-like doll, that requires of her to keep on consuming more and more things for the doll. You can't just play with the thing and leave it at that, the thing is a vortex of needs: once you have her the doll also needs an entire wardrobe that is ever evolving and changing, and then of course she also needs her dream house and several cars and accessories, then there are her multiple friends with their own individual and multiple needs, etc.

I imagine that as a child you’re so close to this that you don’t see it. But when it's pointed out to you in your own favorite childhood book by your favorite author, you do see it and you never stop seeing it. It's not a toy, it's a school of consumerism for girls. It’s grooming.

All my toys who were my children didn't come with this burden attached to them. You bought them once and you were all they ever needed.

I also am not and never was a fan of the aesthetic. Barbie pink is ugly, most of her stuff is ugly and not cute. You couldn't pay me to dye my hair blonde. I'll never want to look like a pale Anglo-Saxon whose face is a beige blur. It’s not true that you can never be too thin or too white, never was. Barbie’s got nothing on her body. I would kill to look like Monica Bellucci who looks like a Woman, not like a tube.

I can vouch for the fact that little girls can still grow up to be anorexics who care too much about their appearance and with conforming to harmful stereotypes etc. I wouldn't dream of blaming Barbie for women's problems, anymore than you'll ever catch me blaming McDonald's for obesity. Handy though it is to have a scapegoat it's also unfair and therefore not useful.

But I will never forget how only too recently the Barbie company made these promotional videos for their commercial product where Barbie is seen addressing her audience, looking at the camera as if she were talking to you, the child, as though Barbie were a real person, talking about her own mental health issues (I think it was depression? Something like that) in order to groom children into wanting to buy more Barbie dolls because she's deep now, guys, she's not just some toy, she’s relatable, she’s a person. No, she’s an inanimate object designed to get your money. This is going too far.

I hope they go to hell for that one, but otherwise it's just a toy I never liked and so I don't care about the subject or anything to do with it, like the movie that hasn't even premiered yet. And yes, Ryan Gosling is too old for the part, both leads are too old for this.

[thalia-amongst-the-thorns]

Whumptober No. 2 - Cornered, Caged, Confrontation

On to day two, with a continuation of the supernatural story started in Whumptober No.1 .

This time, a man comes to in an unfamiliar place...

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Owen woke up in a bedroom that wasn’t his own with no memory of how he got there. This wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened to him, although that was little comfort in the moment.

It was a small room, but tidy. Matching mahogany floors, bureau, and vanity with a spotty mirror. Pink and white patterned wallpaper in a frieze-filling-dado design that gave Owen the impression of being stuck in someone’s small intestines. Matching frilly pink bedspread on a bed that Owen’s feet hung off of. 

A spike of pain drove itself deep into his guts and Owen sat up sharply, kicking up a cloud of dust from his pillow. There was a clarity that came with the pain, pain that had dominated his whole life. 

It had been late afternoon by the time the plane touched down in America. There had been flight delays. An annoyance to some but disaster for Owen as the hours ticked by, bringing moonrise ever closer. Thankfully Monsieur Jacque always took such possibilities into consideration when organizing the cirque’s travel plans so there was still time to prepare, but not enough time to really ease Owen’s mind. He remembered Maman rubbing comforting circles into his back, Adrienne resting her hand reassuringly on his arm without fear for the whole journey. His insides twisting the whole flight, whether from nerves or something more sinister Owen couldn’t say.

The airport had been too much. Too noisy, too many smells, his senses on edge, already heightening. He’d excused himself, asked Raquel to take care of his luggage while he tried to collect himself in the nearest restroom, convince his body to hold it together for just a while longer, that he wouldn’t need to Change for a hours still, that everyone was still safe.

There had been… someone else there. A vibrant orange and gold smell of sun warmed sand and fresh ash. Then pain, a different kind of pain, blooming across the back of his head. Then he was here.

Owen’s hand instinctively felt for the back of his head, searching through his dark curls for anything amiss, but he only found scars that were supposed to be there. 

The bed frame groaned in relief as he got to his feet slowly, head sweeping back and forth. The air smelled… pale yellow. Stale and faintly of dried roses. But there was something else, a sharp red human smell wafting in from under the closed bedroom door. Strong, fresh. Someone must be standing right on the other side.

“Hello?” Owen called out in english. He really didn’t want to consider the possibility that he wasn’t even in America anymore. “Is someone there? Please I- I’m not sure what’s happened…”

Floorboards squeaking, he took a cautious step closer to the door. It was heavy, noticeably heavier compared to the almost doll-like furnishings of the rest of the room. Its knob glimmered a familiar silver in the lamplight.

The hair stood up on the back of Owen’s neck. “Please I have to- I need to leave or something… something very bad is going to happen.”

“Now now, there’s no need to talk in such obscurities.” The voice on the other side of the door was American, feminine and soft, almost quavering in a way that reminded Owen of elderly Mrs. Chi when she instructed him on how to lay out the platform for her granddaughters’ act so that it would catch the spotlight just so. “We call a spade a spade here, and a werewolf a werewolf.”

Something constricted in Owen’s chest, his breath hitching. It felt… unspeakably vulnerable that this person, this stranger, knew and spoke so brazenly about something so deeply personal about himself. Unsettling. Shameful. 

His stomach turned unpleasantly and Owen stumbled, pressing his hand to his abdomen. “Then… then you know I- I have to get out of here. I have to get away from people. I’m not safe…” Owen licked his lips, surprised by the dullness of his teeth. “What time is it? The next full moon isn’t for seven hours but my… my head feels odd…”

“Oh, that would probably be because the full moon is due to rise in…” A pause in which dread leadened Owen’s heart. “Two hours and fifty-seven minutes.”

No. No, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be, and yet the way his bones ached in anticipation of their new form, the way his scars prickled like seams waiting to be split open, he knew it was true, that the Change was imminent.

“I’m afraid you woke a bit earlier than was desired, but I suppose that’s to be expected,” the voice continued in its soft, bright way. “Very resilient werewolves, even when it’s not the night of a full moon. Add to that your considerable mass and I should be thankful the dose of ketamine worked on you at all.”

“Please,” Owen implored, pressing himself up against the door, the red scent of the stranger filling his nostrils. Saliva followed by disgust filled his mouth and Owen forced himself to swallow. “Please, I don’t know what you want but it won’t be safe for anyone when I- I Change. This door won’t be able to hold it back, the whole house won’t stop it.”

“Ah, and I’m sure you’d like for me to throw the door wide open, wouldn't you,” the voice mused knowingly. “What’s it the Big Bad Wolf said? ‘Little pig, little pig, let me come in’? Yes, Roy and I know all about the kinds of tricks monsters like you use, and we won’t be falling for them, not this time. Why, if she didn’t care about you so much I’d have had the demon plant a sprig of wolfsbane in your eye to be rid of you and do the world a service.” She spoke with relish and Owen jerked back as if she’d struck him through solid wood. “But perhaps once you’ve served your purpose I can have him finish the job… yes, yes I’m sure that can be arranged.”

There was a shuffling sound and the human scent grew fainter, and despite it all Owen threw himself back at the door, pleading as his fist and elbow pounded against the frame. 

“No! No, please, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt anyone! I need to get away from people, don’t you see!”

The voice tittered, and Owen wasn’t sure he’d have heard the reply if his ears had not been sharpened by the proximity of the Change. “Don’t worry, beast. There is no better cage than the one you’re already in.” 

[dimidiom]

okay okay so i watched the new alien movie with my family last night (ive only seen the first movie all the way through and seen a majority of the second one and thats pretty much all ive seen of the franchise SO) and i thought it was pretty good.

BUT, i have opinions on the end of the movie and more specifically the final monster, and ive been rotating ideas in my head all day so i need to get it out so im not just continuously ranting about this to myself. so im putting all of that under a read more cause i have a lot to say and want to avoid spoilers for people who havent seen the movie yet (note i only watched the movie once, and i would be the first to admit i have a bad memory so i might be misremembering things) (and i also cant remember any of their names, and i cant be assed rn to look them up lmao)

(also note, i havent read any of this over,so theres probably spelling errors and me repeating myself. i just needed to get this out of my head)

i havent really seen anyone elses opinion on the final monster guy but tbh,,,, i hated it?? like i understand the whole scary idea of 'it looked human, but something was off' (and thats just a trope i personally dislike for no reason lmao) but i feel like if youre making that be what makes your monster scary, give it a new spin? like, i literally missed the first major scare with that monster because i turned to make a joke to my sibling ('oh its a person!') i hate that the design was just a tall gangly pale human that you cant see the eyes of, because ive feel like thats something thats been done SOOOO many times before and ive gotten desencitised to it

and just,,, that coming after the heavy hitters of the facehuggers and the xenomorph was just a huge let down! (i will admit that showing the tail getting longer in each shot, was pretty cool) having a tall gangly pale man being the main monster just isnt scary anymore,, you could have done something original and something super new and scary. youre showing THAT right after the fucking xenomorph?? as the final monster??? its scary cause its tall and its eyes are shadowed over??

my whole thought was if they just leaned into the horror of pregnancy, it could have been so cool??? or something along those lines??? like take notes from RE8!! the baby!! in the doll ladies house!! that shit was discusting and terrifying and awesome! instead of having the monster be an adult male, have it be a scary babyyyy

or like take notes from the boss lady(?) from the second chapter of fate!! have the movie play out the same way, but have the main character hear the other lady screaming from off screen and then have her rush over, and gasp shes not in the cryopod! and have th mc panic and look around, but then sees her friend, seemingly perfectly fine, holding a baby in her arms.

theres some really cool ideas that come from the idea of the umbilical cord not being cut. like with the idea of the lady seemingly perfectly normal holding her baby, and that (those two combined) being the new monster. your still very human looking friend, and the monster that shes now attached to. thats not your friend anymore.

the horror of the idea of a monster wearing the face of a friend you couldnt save thats now hunting you down. her baby, the idea of which got the both of you so happy and excited just a few hours earlier, (who shes still connected to, still holding in her arms) being the monster that also ended up corrupting her that now is hunting you

or even if you decided that you wanted to keep the tall pale man as your new monster, give it a new introduction!!! imagine the first time we see it. it just failed a stealth attack against the mc because its still attached to the dead weight of its mom that its dragging behind it via the cord. and then we can have a visual scene where we can see the monster evaluate the situation (failed a stealth attack) find the problem (not stealthy, dragging dead weight behind it that i has no control over, no way to make it useful) and then find a solution (cutting the cord itself, or for a more visceral scene, destroying the body). so we can see it thinking and rationalizing and making a plan and following through. (and its casual disregard of humanity. of its own mother)

just like,,, fear of pregnancy, of childbirth, of babies. i feel like babies, as something to be scared of, should be used more in horror. that'd be cool.

or like,,,, change the ending up,,, have the movie do the same kind of twist the first alien movie did. introduce the audience to a character, audience assumes that character is the main character, and then at some point, kill that character and have a new character become the mc!!!!! like keep the final three people alive at the end of the movie, but do a twist where the mc dies and the other lady has to find a way out! have her not inject the prometheus fire thing, but have it be known that she lost time in that ship, so something could have happened to her, and play around with the idea of her having new trauma about having that baby. like dont say anything outright in the movie, but like, have it end with her not knowing what she wants to do now thats shed not fearing for her life. does she now have fears about something alien growing inside of her, fears of something mutating the baby? give her complicated feelings on what she want to do with that baby. like,,, would she even want to go through with giving birth after literally seeing a baby alien burst out of the chest of her friend. complicated feelings of 'maybe she didnt get away from romulus scott free, and somehow her baby was affect by it'

theres a post ive seen floating around tumbr about horror movies reflecting common fears at the time,,, playing around with pregnancy being the main horror in a movie,,,, isnt a bad idea,,,,,

[bubblegumvolcano]

Hii! Could I get a 🧁 and 💎 please? I'm a bisexual female (male preference for this though please). My pronouns are she/her and I'm okay with the Mcu or stranger things, either is fine!😇

Physical-- I'm a pale, 5'0 feet tall girl with brown eyes, long brunette hair that gets really curly when wet and medium sized (?) lips (lol, idk how else to explain them, I'm sorry). They're a darkish pink naturally and I have freckles dusted around my nose very lightly. I'm thin too.

Style-- My style is kinda like all over the place lmao, sometimes I like colourful things and most of the time I wear dark stuff, I looove dresses and skirts so definately a dress up girl. Dressing up is really entertaining for me lol (:

Personality-- So I can come off as really mean if you look at me, like i have a bad rbf, my brother always jokes with me that he should've gotten it because he's introverted with a very inviting face and I'm extroverted with an rbf lol. I love parties, but I also appreciate quiet time, being cuddled up with a book is amazing when I need it. Uhm, I don't understand being mean just for the sake of it at all, but if you're mean to me I will make you wish you weren't, I'm a slytherin at heart, when I have an idea I will do what I can to make it happen. I, apparently, am charming (?). Very loud with my brother and cousins and overall just love being around people who make me feel happy and free. I'm fiercely protective of my friends and I hate cheaters like if you cheat and there's no real valid reason like you couldn't get out of the relationship or something -- don't talk to me. (That's a whole debate with me, sorry.) I'm an ENFP-t, I'm verrryy sarcastic, it's like one of my biggest personality traits, my brother calls me an upbeat Wednesday lmao. I hate feeling loke a failure and I love reassurance. I'm also a really touchy person.

My love language is definately touch and words of affirmation. Music is my life, it's my favorite thing in the entire universe and I couldn't survive without it, my favourite movie atm is spider man into the spider verse or frozen 2 lol and my favorite series is The Nanny (1993).

Thank you so much❤

i have such a friend crush on u anon omg. anyway, here u go!

(🧁) I ship you with...

Argyle! I just know he would love your style, no matter which color palette you're going towards. i can see his love language very much being words of affirmation. like just constantly saying sweet things for no reason. i also think his chill demeanor would go well with your sarcasm. like to me that's the perfect combo.

"no, i didn't know that, argyle."

"oh, fr?"

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Your assigned barbie doll(s) are...

[Raquelle] Fashion Fever

Summer Glam #M3500

(images linked!)

Your assigned barbie character is...

Princess Isla! (fellow music lover)

Your assigned barbie movie is...

Barbie & the Diamond Castle! Friendship and music, both things that seem important to you!

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[vole-mon-amour]

IWTV, 1x03, part 2.

Speaking of normal nails in ep3. Lestat's suddenly got shorter? Huh? The hell changed?

He's already jealous, but the reaction and the acting are hilarious. I need gifs.

Queen.

Another difference from the book: Louis' mom suddenly figured out Louis is immortal? While in the book his sister and mom (?) were visiting his grave, thinking he was dead? But that was after the fire so IDK. But they didn't figure out he was a vampire. They didn't know. I feel like the Mother has way much of a role in this story. It wasn't like that in the book.

You're so precious when you're jealous and drunk. :') "I thought we can have an orgy. You can fuck them, and I can eat them." You go, silly boy. Can't wait to learn more about your history and the abuse in your past.

White nails again? That is some serious inconsistency. I doubt that he found a way to have his nails black and white over the century and then he didn't know how. Lestat was more than 200 and his nails were always white. This IS an inconsistency.

*heart eyes*

BABY, NO! :(

Never thought I'd agree with Lestat, but yes. This. What did 'Louis' think life as a vampire would be? Yes fucking humans. Steal blood from blood banks, for god's sake. I'm tired of him. And I'm even more tired before Claudia shows up because that's where he kinda starts killing again for a while, but it's not that Claudia & are they even going to Paris together? Are they?

Oh, and btw, contact lenses are sooo bad. Jacob looks more or less ok, but Sam with them? Big yikes.

I think I might be here for him only. He's the real doll in this mess.

Yes. Also, let's not forget that it's not out of respect for 'Louis' (if there's any real, idk with this show), but simply bc Lestat is not interested in running it in the slightest. He already has "all the money we need", wherever those came from, so he wouldn't even start running a whoring house. He wants all the fun and killing, not whatever this is. Which I find very interesting 'cause in the book he was literally threatening to kill Louis if Louis let slave go and sell the plantation.

ahhh.

Wondering how the story would went if they both were white, like in the books. "You two pale lovers"?

Oh to be praised and loved by Lestat. I admit, they could've had so much fun. While I can empathize with book!Louis, this one? "I did it for my people, for my city." Girl, who are you lying to? Mehhh.

King. Queen. I think I'm starting to understand the 'gender envy' phrase. I think I'm both attracted to him and want to be him.

Are you your own person or is Lestat your actual master and you are his slave? Stop blaming him for your decisions. I'm so tired of you.

You can have fun with this dude every night, but nooo, you choose to be broody and miserable about it. I don't like both Lestat and Louis in the book, so I'm glad to enjoy at least one of them here. Where's that iconic "There's still life in the old lady yet!"? Give me fun.

Baby boy. Baby. Deserves better.

"My light. My Claudia. My redemption." (checks where the ending of the book is coming for theatrical purpose) I'm gonna fight you, Louis. I'm gonna fucking fight you.

Now 'Claudia' is 14. And it's not her mother who died but her aunt, apparently. Sure, let's rewrite the entire canon. What's the point of aging up a character if you're not going to do anything about it? The entire struggle of her age is that it's an elder woman trapped in a body of a five year old that loved Louis her entire life. What's the point of aging her up if there's not going to be any romance. WHAT IS THE POINT. Not to mention that Claudia slept in Louis' arms in the book. In here? Apparently, it'd be too weird.

Y'all are cowards.

The episodes feel sooo long, but the Inside the Episode is like a very short version of it. Tempting to just go through those. x)

[taybatwo2]

A review of my G3 Toralei that I found in Walmart under the cut.

TLDR: she’s not bad, fairly cute, but she does pale in contrast to G1 Toralei (due to Mattel just getting cheaper and honestly getting outshone by MGA’s clothing quality). 

Funny story on how I found her. I was looking for the Royal Three dolls at a Walmart, and absentmindedly grabbed a box off the shelf to help me bump the RH Dolls on the top shelves to check what they were (I’m too short to reach otherwise). I was bummed I didn’t see any Royal Three, but dropped the box in surprise when I saw what I grabbed! Haha. Turns out, I hadn’t noticed four of her tucked sideways between some RH dolls, and then when I dropped her, I noticed they did have the Real Littles Pets I was looking for too. So win-win.

Anyways! Review time!! Honestly their boxes designs need some work. They look A LOT like the Barbie Extra boxes and have the same extra plastic problem that RH suffers from. The box art also looks…so-so (her face looks cute, but her hands and calves look…off) and she reminds me a lot of a Rock and Rule character.

As many people have pointed out, there are many inconsistencies with the artwork/animated show/doll. This is really weird and honestly annoying for such a large company such as Mattel. The artwork has different make-up and eyeliner, gold earrings instead of silver, a different necklace, no silver eyebrow piercings, solid orange hair, greener eyes, her forehead stripes are lower, she has G1’s sharper ears, a different (and better) jacket, painted nails (although G1 did this in their artwork too), no pink strips on the cat graphic on her shirt, and random blobs instead of yarn balls on her belt chains. Honestly, I prefer a lot of things they did with the art over the doll.

Even the animated version differs from both (short hair, G1’s ears with colored insides, four earrings, orange patches on her face and hands, purple cat graphic, different jacket from both versions, a more purple skirt, redish orange and yellow-orange streaks instead of baby pink streaked hair, red painted nails, and waaaay greener eyes/makeup and eyeliner). They’re all sisters, but not twins.

Here she is out of the box ^^^ Honestly, she’s already cuter looking than she was in the box. 

Pros: She stands fairly well on her own, she feels pretty sturdy (something G1 definitely wasn’t and G2 was better at - but had ugly joints), the extra sculpted fur on her wrists, ankles, and tail tip are all appreciated (although, the fur added to her jaw could have been blended in better), her claws are better defined and she even has clawed toes, and her smirk is appropriate for Toralei. Her shirts are also hemmed, as is her jacket (but not lined and not as cool looking as her artwork/animated counter part, and the pleather will disintegrate over time). She still has some cute werecat themed items (like the black balls of yarn on the back of her shoes -but they easily fall off and will probably be missing from many future used eBay listings). Her torso joint is a VERY fun addition and adds a lot of personality (a big improvement on G3). 

Cons: In my opinion, hair colors could be better blended, and should be more orange-y than this pinky-orange. Her hair actually doesn’t look bad long, but I am tempted to chop it off. It is soft (and not as dry as my Cave Club’s polypropylene hair). 

She is also lacking so many details…besides all the listed inconsistencies….she could be improved with larger forehead stripes (more stripes on her body and face in general akin to G1), hair quality that doesn’t frizz at the ends, another full outfit (what does Matte have against pants?!), a STAND and a diary (the three lines on the back of the box are not cutting it for me) are the most missed in this iteration. 

A close up of her face. It’s cute (I like that smirk), but again, needs a bit more detail….and her hair colors could be better blended, or if they were going for stripes, have them be more contrasted either the main color.

I like the sculpted ear fluff. While they look more realistic, I miss how sharp and stylized G1’s (and her artwork’s) were. They also make her head look very large in comparison to her body.

Her tail fluff is a large improvement and it is nice that it isn’t falling out every five seconds like G1’s.

Clothing detail. I like the paw and balls of yarn on her belt. Her cat graphic is better than the purple animated counterpart’s, but I don’t like the addition of baby pink stripes (they are really trying to make purple and shades of pink additions to her wardrobe and I personally don’t care for it).

Shoe details. They still have got their details…even if they’re flats!! The molded on purple sock looks cheap and the yarn balls will/have fall off easy, but the stripes on the soles of the boot and the paws on the bottom are fun. You can also see her little clawed toes here. :)

Her accessories….I could do without the mike stand and am not over the moon about her being able to sing well (I assume, again, nothing in her limited bio is telling me any different). Will they have Catty in this iteration if they already have Toralei sing well??

Her pet is an improvement (in my opinion) on G1’s Sweet Fang (I feel his cartoony look matches better with Toralei). He doesn’t reuse a Cave Club Sabertooth mold. I don’t have either out of storage to compare against, but they are different.

Her backpack is nice. The mouse and feather are a nice call back to G1’s bag. It fits well too. you can kinda open it up. Her second shirt is fine, but could do with a different skirt/shorts/pants to better match it.

Her last accessories (besides her secondary shirt). Her iCoffin is very cute as are the food. Okay! Comparisons with G1 Toralei!

G1 has to admit that G3’s articulation is an improvement, as is her lack of glue head (G1 is going to be de-glued once I buy more LA’s Totally Awesome). G3 likes G1’s outfit’s colors, pants, and details (despite G1’s shirt and pants not being hemmed).

G1 has a better face mold and details (like the sculpted nose), but G3 has more purr-sonality.

Much more claw-like in G3.

Monster High was a game changing doll line at its time (as was the original Barbie and then Bratz), however time has moved on, MGA’s LOL OMG dolls really stepped up clothing quality, and then their counterparts RH/SH have improved hair quality, even better clothing/shoe quality (most of the time), and having additional outfits included with the doll (for now), a stand and pretty good articulation. To compete and stay relevant, MH has to not just ride the Nostalgia train. They need better hair quality (play up the different hair textures Mattel has played with in their Barbie lines), they need stands (duh), a diary would really play up the character’s personalities and gets kids/adults drawn into these dolls and want to collect/expand their doll’s world with their doll friends. Mattel had better/more detailed (usually) body and face molds on G1’s dolls and they should go all out on this (while I love RH/SH, they reuse a limited amount of face molds), but this G3 Toralei has really flat eyewells and no little sculpted kitty nose like G1…which makes her feel cheaper… Mattel should also keep playing up those additional monster scaritage details in their accessories/shoes/clothing. Also, another full outfit would help kids and adults bond with their dolls by changing them…just some ideas.

Mattel’s other doll lines (besides EAH -those are in storage). More comparisons in part 2.

[wandaromanova]

Lost

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, death, cussing

A/N: hello! i’d like to put a disclaimer that i am not in any way knowledgeable of the medical field and all of the terminology and information used in this fic was found through research! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiiiii !! can i request like an angst into fluff natxfem!reader one shot where the reader has a really bad day and takes it out on nat and hurts her feelings and so they go to bed angry. but the reader realizes their mistake and the next morning just wakes her up by showering her with love and then takes the whole day to do cute little date things with her? like making her favorite meal or like dancing in the kitchen to their favorite song late at night or just super fluffy things? if not, that’s okay!! have a good day <3

Summary: The heavy weight of her profession gets to Y/N and she takes her anger out on her loving girlfriend; Natasha Romanoff.

Word Count: 3K | navigation

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

Becoming a doctor was no easy feat.

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Once high school is completed, one must receive your bachelor’s degree before taking the MCAT exam and applying to medical school. After four years of medical school, you must endure a year as an intern before being promoted to a resident. 

Depending on what specialty one has selected, residency can span from three to seven years. Fellowships follow after but are typically an optional course that provides extra training. 

Yes, there are a lot of necessary steps to take in order to set foot into the medical world, but somehow, the years of foreplay could never compare to being a full-fledged physician; and you knew this all too well.

You are a pediatric oncologist and your job was to diagnose and provide treatment to children and teenagers who had cancer. You specialized in hematology; the treatment of blood disorders.

You were the head of pediatric oncology in a Manhattan hospital. You dealt with a lot of patients, but a two-year-old little girl named Sarah was secretly your favorite. 

Despite being diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia, Sarah’s positivity and playful personality never faltered.

Even if she didn’t understand the circumstances because of her young age, you knew she was suffering. Regardless of it all, every session you had with her was endearing.

You met with the child once a week to administer chemotherapy. Her enthusiasm never failed to have you awestruck. Most of your patients were exhausted from the treatments, but not Sarah. 

She was a hyper child who would attempt to sing Frozen songs, performing as you tried to fight a smile from taking over your features. She had a stuffed Olaf doll that she brought with her to every visit and it was heartwarming to see her hug the doll close to her chest. 

Sarah would even bring you drawings every week that you would keep in your locker. You’d admire each and every one of the drawings, even if you couldn’t really tell what they were.

You’d grown fond of the little girl in the past two months you had been treating her. You were also relatively close to her parents, who were probably the kindest people you’ve ever encountered. It made sense that Sarah was the ball of sunshine she was, she obviously got it from her parents.

Most times, parents were on edge and extremely short-tempered. If parents saw you often, that meant that their child was diagnosed with some form of cancer. Understandably, they would be rather hostile whilst interacting with you, but you never took their behavior personally. 

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If you were in their shoes, you were positive that you wouldn’t be very friendly either. 

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You had grown fond of the beaming child. You were aware that growing emotionally attached to patients was unprofessional, but how could you not? 

You adored children and for that very reason, you had chosen a specialty that allowed you to help kids as much as medicine would allow. You always had a soft spot for kids and you found joy in helping them as best as you possibly could.

Sarah had a very good chance at pulling through. With consistent treatment and her young age, her survival rate was around 68%. Those were considerably good odds in these circumstances. Not to mention, the chemotherapy seemed to be paying off. At the rate she was improving, she was predicted to be out of the woods soon enough.

However, the child had developed a bacterial infection. Since she had been receiving chemotherapy, the treatment had damaged her white blood cells which are responsible for fighting off infections. 

All you could do was provide antibiotics to try and fight off the infection. You had monitored her for some time in hopes of seeing any sign of improvement, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Her immune system was extremely vulnerable and there wasn’t any way to reverse the damage. 

Your heart was torn to pieces when you delivered the news to her parents. They broke down in the hallway outside of Sarah’s room as you informed them of Sarah’s rapidly shortened life expectancy. It was only a matter of time before the young child would pass and honestly, this was what you hated most about your job.

You hated that you couldn’t help every single patient. You hated how cruel the world could be to take away an innocent child from their loving parents. 

You allowed her parents to spend time by her bedside. They laid on either side of her bed, clinging onto her for dear life. What broke you the most was the paleness of Sarah’s once glowing skin. Her smile was still present but didn’t quite reach her eyes like it used to. 

Her parents quietly sang ‘Love Is An Open Door’ to Sarah. You felt your heart clench in a bittersweet way as you silently watched. Normally, Sarah wouldn’t hesitate to join in, but her lack of breath prevented her from doing so. All she could do was close her eyes and lightly nod her head along to their voices. 

Sarah passed hours later and it was an extremely somber experience. Hearing the cries of parents who lost their children wasn’t easy and it never would be. Your job had its pros and cons, and this was the biggest negative.

You fought back your own tears as you exited the room, giving the two mourning parents some privacy after you recorded Sarah’s time of death. You found the nearest restroom and allowed the tears to fall down your face. 

A pure soul had been ripped away from the world, never having the chance to experience the great things life had to offer.

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4 Hours Later

You trudged into your loft, immediately taking off your coat and hanging it up before tossing your keys on the small table by the front door. 

Your girlfriend, Natasha, had heard your arrival and quickly exited the bedroom to greet you, a wide smile on her face. However, her smile fell when she noticed your defeated state. 

Your shoulders were slumped as you slouched slightly and your eyes were dripping with sadness. 

“Honey? What’s wrong?” Natasha approached you while you stood frozen in front of the door. Her hands came up to cup your cheeks as she stared at you in concern, her eyes scanning over your features. 

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“I lost Sarah.” 

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Natasha’s eyes widened and her heart sunk at your words. She was aware of how much you adored the two-year-old. Once a week, you would rave about the child and how adorable she was at the dinner table. You would go on and on about how Sarah would sing to you, draw pictures for you, and bring along stickers to place onto your coat.

The redhead loved how happy you looked whenever you spoke about any of your patients, but most especially Sarah. It brought Natasha some joy of her own to see you speak animatedly about Sarah; your happiness was her happiness. 

So, the news hurt her almost as much as it hurt her. She knew how much you loved Sarah, despite never saying it straight out.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I know how much you cared about her. Are you okay?” Natasha’s voice was oozing with sympathy. You couldn’t help but feel irritated by her question. 

You tore her hands off of your cheeks and walked past her and into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water as the redhead watched you intently. 

“Am I okay? I’m fine! It’s not like I lost an extremely young patient today or anything. What kind of stupid fucking question is that, Natasha?” You took a sip of cold water to try and calm yourself damn, but your attempt was futile. 

The redhead made her way into the kitchen, standing on the opposite side of the island as you took another sip of water, eyes burning a hole into her head over the rim of the glass. 

“I know, that was a dumb question. I just want to help you, Y/N/N.” Natasha remained calm and patient as she spoke to you. She was no stranger to the loss of a person she desperately tried to save and knew all too well the sadness and anger that accompanied the tragedy. She was an Avenger, after all. 

“I don’t want your help and I don’t need you!” You slammed your cup onto the counter as you raised your voice. Honestly, it was surprising that you hadn’t shattered the glass with the amount of force you exerted. 

Natasha felt an ache in her chest as you yelled at her. She knew that you weren’t in the right state of mind and didn’t take it personally, but that didn’t make your words hurt any less. 

“You save entire cities and I can’t even save a single fucking person!” You were turning red at this point, tears of frustration streaming down your face. The redhead hated seeing you cry, but she knew better than to approach you at this moment. 

“Babe, you save so many pe-” Natasha’s tried to speak, but you quickly interjected. 

“If you’re going to try and spew some philosophical bullshit to me right now, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear another god damn word from your mouth.”

The redhead looked down defeatedly. She had never seen you so upset, let alone direct your frustrations towards her. Her eyes fell down to the marble counter between you both before looking up at you. You were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. 

Without another word, Natasha retreated back to the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. You watched her until she was out of your view and let out a sigh. Your hands gripped the edges of the kitchen island, supporting your weight as you shut your eyes. 

You brought a hand up to your face and pinched the bridge of your nose. After a few minutes, you made your way into the living room, chucking off your shoes before collapsing onto the couch. You didn’t feel like interacting with Natasha anymore tonight, knowing that you most likely wouldn’t be able to control your temper. 

You were just so fed up with the painful losses you had to endure from your profession. 

You knew that being a doctor was more dark clouds and thunder, than sunshine and rainbows, but you just wished that for once, the weather forecast would work in your favor. 

The emotional day had finally caught up to you. Your body relaxed as you sunk further into the couch, eyes fluttering shut as you succumbed to a much-needed slumber. 

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha was still awake. She laid flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling in thought. She was mad at you, as much as she didn’t want to be. Natasha had gone through the same thing and never lost her cool with you as you had with her. 

The redhead calmed down slowly, turning on her side and facing the empty space beside her which you normally occupied. She reached one arm out, her skin colliding with cool sheets, already missing the warmth of your body. 

Natasha hated sleeping without you by her side, She didn’t feel complete when you weren’t steadily sleeping next to her, your arms wrapped around her body. However, she hoped that things would improve in the morning.

And with that thought in mind, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, clutching the sheets firmly in her hand. 

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 The Next Morning

You awoke to a blinding light, the morning sun shining through the windows and landing directly onto your face. You let out a groan and slowly sat up, stretching out your limbs with a groan. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, you were aching everywhere. 

You sat there for a moment as the events of the day before caught up to you. Not only had you lost Sarah, but you upset Natasha. You immediately felt guilty as you recalled the harsh words you spat at her in a fit of rage. You felt like a complete asshole, and rightfully so. 

You quickly stood up and entered the kitchen, retrieving some bacon from the freezer and eggs from the refrigerator. You grabbed two separate pans and washed your hands, making sure to get the coffee pot running before you began cooking.

Your girlfriend absolutely loved bacon, eggs, and coffee. She described the combinations as a ‘party in her mouth.’ So, this was going to be an ‘i’m sorry for being a bitch last night’ apology breakfast. 

You got started on the meal and by the time you finished up and had the stove off, Natasha stalked out of the bedroom slowly. She eyed you carefully as she approached, you sent a soft smile her way.

“You made breakfast,” Natasha spoke and you shyly nodded your head. You moved away from the stove and rounded the counter. The redhead stood in her spot as you wrapped your arms around her waist, her arms reflexively going around your neck.

“I was an asshole last night.” You stated and your girlfriend nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, you were a total pain in the ass, the absolute worst.” You rolled your eyes at Natasha’s teasing tone.

“I’m sorry for how I behaved. I was just so upset about… Sarah. I didn’t mean to take it out on you and I can’t even begin to tell you how bad I feel for yelling at you when all you wanted to do was help me.”

Your voice was full of emotion, your eyes boring into her emerald irises as you poured your heart into every syllable you uttered. Natasha smile gently at you, her fingers lightly tugging on the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. 

“It’s okay. I know you weren’t mad at me.” You let out a sigh of relief as the redhead stared at you softly. She let out a small chuckle at your dramatics before continuing.

‘I understand how you feel. The team and I, we try our very best to save as many civilians as we can, but sometimes it’s completely out of our control. It’s the exact same situation.” 

One of Natasha’s hands found its way to your cheek, gently cupping the skin as you leaned into her touch. You were listening intently to her every word, mesmerized by the calming rasp of her voice.

“Don’t dwell on what you couldn’t do, but give yourself some credit for everything you did do. I may not know what happened, but what I do know is that you tried everything you could, no?”

Natasha questioned you and you nodded your head. “I gave her antibiotics to fight the infection, but it was too severe.” The redhead rubbed her thumb against your cheek. 

“All that matters is that you did your best and that’s all anyone could ever ask for.” Natasha ended her little speech as she placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You couldn’t help but smile, an overwhelming feeling of happiness taking over. 

“Thank you. I love you and your… what was it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration before your face lit up. Natasha raised an eyebrow at you. “Philosophical bullshit. That was the words.” The Russian let out a laugh, shaking her head from side to side at your antics. 

“Seriously though, I’m so grateful for you. You’re so amazing to me even when I don’t deserve it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Natasha’s laughter died down as your tone turned serious. Your eyes were so full of love and adoration as you stared into her eyes deeply. 

“Well, let’s hope you never have to find out.” Natasha smiled once more and you couldn’t resist pressing your lips against her plump ones. Your mouths moved in tandem at a slow pace, enjoying the rawness and love that accompanied each movement. 

You broke the kiss when air became an issue. Nat’s eyes fluttered open as you wiggled your eyebrows at her playfully. 

“So, are you ready for some breakfast? Maybe after we eat, we can go on top of a rooftop and I’ll serenade you with a rendition of ‘Sorry’ by Justin Bieber.”

Natasha’s head flew back as she laughed uncontrollably at your words. “What? Do you not like the Biebs? If you want, I could play ‘Baby Come Back’ by Player from a boombox and hold it over my head, instead.” The redhead continued to laugh profusely and you soon joined in. Your arms tightened around her waist as your giggles subsided. 

“I think cuddling on the couch and watching the Kardashians eating ridiculously large bowls of salad will do.” You nodded your head in agreement but didn’t make a move to release Natasha from your grip. She didn’t let go either. 

The two of you just stood there, basking in each other’s embrace, a comfortable silence falling over you both. 

Natasha never failed to say the right things to pull you out of the dark abyss that was your mind. She was completely right, as always. There would always be bad days, patients who were progressing one day and deteriorating the next. 

However, there were also good days, and you shouldn’t allow the bad to overshadow all the good you’ve done. Like with Natasha, she wasn’t always the superhero she is today. She took her dark past and turned it into a bright future. 

Nat didn’t let her bad days define her and neither should you.

Of course, you would always remember every single patient you had lost, but now, you would take the pain and turn it into motivation; motivation to improve yourself, not only in your professional life but in your personal life as well. 

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You would do right by the ones you’ve lost and the one who stuck by your side; Natasha Romanoff. 

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THE COATS IN CLOAK ROOMS

RIDDLER (Edward Nashton) x OC (Could also be a reader insert if you ignore the names)

2k words

Summary : 19 year old Victoria Burlesconi really, really hates her parents, and after she's made aware of some strange happenings in Gotham, she realizes she really really loves the riddler.

(Im horrible at summaries, sorry)

Victoria uses she/ they pronouns (if the story takes off and people want me to make alt versions with different pronouns I can totally do that)

Warnings ; Riddler associated violence, mentions of bad parenting (neglect, demeaning language, no physical abuse), Mentions of sex trafficking and abuse of said trafficking victims, Edward is a weirdo creepy stalker man but the reader is also very very strange and neurotic (they are meant for each other - two little freaks).

Victoria had never been much of a TV person. That was one of the things her father always got on her case about - even as a child. "TV is the way we connect with people, honey. If you dont smile for the camera everyone will talk about you badly and you wont make any friends, you'll look homely, doll. All those nice people out there wont talk to you anymore." She remembered him motioning to the press outside the city hall buildings big window and giving her his politician smile. Even then, even at age 8 she knew she hated him and she'd hate him forever. He had never really been a father. She had more of a relationship with the butler that taught her poker than she did with him. He didnt seem to understand that, though. The only time he lamented over their failed relationship was when he came home drunk, some pretty twenty something twisted around him, ready to do what she needed to steal some of the money in his underwear drawer and leave after he fell asleep. She always sort of hoped that one of the girls would take a picture in the act, or after, and it would get out. She always sort of hoped her parents would die.

That was why, when she turned on the TV to see a graphic blurred image of her fathers nude body lying on the bathroom floor, hands bound behind him, head crushed watermelon of a head dunked in his gold tiled bathtub, NO MORE LIES written out across the pale freckled skin of his back - she laughed. This wasnt real. This was a dream. She was having a revenge fantasy, soon her brain would fully flesh out the plot and she'd find out she murdered her parents to avenge herself then she'd wake up.

After two hours of reading through news headlines and looking at pictures she realized this was not the case.

Her mother and father had run some kind of sex trafficking ring connected to the Marone case. Famous men would pay for drops and a girl to take home, then leave. The entire exchange was confidential and only 60% of the girls made it back alive and unmutilated. Being allowed to enact violence on the girl you just bought was a well sought out and paid for TOS point. As Victoria read through the riddlers site she realized just how true it was. Her father was always gone, always with other women, and her mother never seemed to mind. She just stared at the girls he brought in with a look that said "Ill take this out on you later" and smiled placidly. Her parents had sacrificed her childhood, her happiness, her safety, to make blood money selling women like they were pounds of flesh at a butcher shop. Even now, she couldnt cry about it. She couldn't cry because her body didnt let her because her upbringing broke her somehow. Even after she'd gotten away from them they were still making her worse, making her life worse.

She could not cry, so she felt instead. First ; rage. The rage morphed into sadness, sadness for yourself and sadness for the death of the idealized version of them, then - oddly enough - overwhelming happiness.

Gratitude, maybe.

This man, whoever he was, he had done her dirty work. If she'd ever found out about this before their deaths she would have done it herself, put them both down. He took that burden from her.

She felt her eyes water as a smile formed on her face.

After that night she began to watch his streams.

He talked about anything and everything. Unstructured rants, the videos could go on for hours or minutes. Everyday, she sat, she listened, and she thought about him. First, the man that did her a favor. Then, the man that saved her from having to find out about what they did after they were dead of natural causes and she couldn't do anything. Finally, a person angry like her, a person she could relate to, a person ostracized - in need of a friend.

She could be that for him.

Maybe they were both lonely. Cooped up in the studio apartment she'd lived in since her 19th birthday, living off of the money she'd saved up when she was younger, she'd barely been living alone for a year and already she felt like she was beginning to fade into non existence. She couldn't imagine what it was like for the riddler. He didn't talk much about himself, but she'd written down the only information he'd divulged. Single, male, older than 30.

He said he'd never had anyone. Never. That meant that he had been alone for nearly thirty years.

She wondered about his face a lot. Was it sharp, rounded, did he have blond or brown hair? For hours a day she researched and finally she found her break.

A carry out box of chinese food with a blurry number on it, visible for a few seconds in the corner of one of his streams. He got so excited he pounded his fist on the table his phone was resting on and it shook.

He needed to be more careful, you'd tell him that when you two met.

The video was only from a week ago, the 20th of november, so you got to work ordering a fake police badge and getting together a "Composite sketch" - this would be easy.

"Ma'm, does your digital order pad keep a record of who ordered what when? The gcpd has reason to believe that someone very important to a case we're working on ordered here, takeout or delivery we dont know, about a week ago."

The tall womens eyebrows knitted in concern.

"Do you have a name?"

"No mam, that's what we're trying to find out. Unfortunately it's been pretty hard to get information on this one - he's good with computers. This is sort of a last resort."

God, you sounded so phony. You were surprised she was buying it. Then again, she did look old ( a serial police liker, you'd wager).

"Yes, yes, take a look then officer! You said a week ago? Ill just scroll back. Do you have a date?"

"The 20th, before 8 pm."

"Alrighty then....."

She pursed her lips in concentration for a moment, then smiled and presented the tabled to Vic.

"Here you go! Seems like only one person came in on the 20th, we dont usually have many customers sunday."

Name ; Edward Nashton.

Phone ; 212 - 000 - 00

Address ; Gotham Retreat, room 401.

You smiled at the women politely and ended the conversation as quickly as possible.

That wasnt an apartment, it was a hotel.

Edward woke up on the floor.

He didnt like sleeping, sleeping wasn't working and his purpose was his work. Often, this lead to him falling (sometimes literally) asleep anywhere his body deemed necessary. Still, he needed to be sharp if he was going to get anything done today. That meant breakfast, he would make it himself if his stove wasn't covered in rat trap prototypes - but, you know. He'd have to stop by the shitty little diner down the street. Their lattes were awful but they kept him awake and the food was good enough to sort of enjoy. He got up and brushed his fingers through his hair, put on his usual outfit (the same coat, sweatshirt and pants he'd had for years, the fabric seemed to have some special quality that couldn't be replicated, less itchy than every other piece of clothing he owned) and looked through the peep hole before opening the door and walking out.

As soon as he took the first step he fell face first into the carpeted hallway floor.

Quickly he scrambled away from whatever had tripped him before he realized what it was.

A package. Small, dark green wrapping, rectangular and flat - he hadn't ordered anything recently. As he cautiously, slowly inched towards it he realized there was writing on the surface.

A million thoughts rushed through his head and he began to sweat. Someone knew. Someone knew about him and they probably wanted money (thats what everyone in gotham seemed to want), or they were going to blackmail him into killing someone, his plan would be ruined. The thing didnt look like a bomb, at least. He spent most of his waking hours building them, he was well aware of how they worked. If it didnt blow up when he tripped over it that meant it had to be timed, and if it was timed he would be able to hear the mechanisms.

His eyes wide, hands shaky, he picked up the package and briskly walked back inside, to his work desk. Jesus he might vomit. After the wrapping paper was cut off neatly and set aside he picked up an envelope on top of the box.

"Hi!

Im sorry If I scared you, I didnt mean to but I understand the whole gift hand delivered to your door thing is off putting. To make it clear, Im not going to hurt you and I dont want to mess up your "hobby" ;) for you. I just want to meet you - talk. You've done me a great service, helped me in a way ill never be able to adequately thank you for. I want to show my gratitude (And, selfishly, I'd just like to see you face to face. Im a fan of your streams.) Should I find you or should you find me? I'll leave you with a riddle since I know you're a fan of them. Apologies if it isnt very good, ive never written any before.

I am an era but im only 19 years long, I have more than one origin - every one of them gone, all seven parts of me start with an L, you already "know me" through people you fell.

Who am I?"

All of it was written inside an old fashioned halloween seasonal card - dracula latched onto a womens neck, her dress was pink and sheer, the background seemed to be a graveyard setting. It read "Seasons Bleedings!"

He opened the box up and pulled out a light pink Sudoku book ("hardest one I could find" written on the inside cover in the same flowy red cursive), a moleskin notebook, and a pack of candy hearts.

He sat stunned for nearly twenty minutes. Normally he could solve riddles like this easily but his brain couldnt focus on it. He needed food but going outside would only make this worse. People made him nervous.

As he looked up at the cieling and let out a shaky breath he was reminded of something. Something that made him feel safe. Her. He hadnt forgotten about her - no, he thought, that would be impossible. Even in the low quality picture she was beautiful, her hair was long and dark and her skin was pale. She wasnt smiling but the quirk of her lips gave her face a mischievous twinge. He giggled as he remembered the day when he took that Polaroid ; her father had been speaking in front of city hall, talking about increasing police budgets and spending less money on social security programs that "foster a failure oriented mindset" in the people of Gotham. When he'd come up he'd almost been pushing Victoria (the thought of that scumbag touching her made him sick) onto the stage. Her clothing was casual in contrast to the people around her, she wore a velvet shrug and a sweater over a button up tucked into some black corduroy slacks and the whole time she itched her arm nervously, playing with her fingers like she hated the fact that all the people in the audience could see her. Lucky for him, none of them really could do that - see her, really see her. All his, only his. She had a talent, fading into the background came naturally for her - he'd barely seen any articles on her (the ones that were published compared her to bruce wayne, eccentric, never seen outside in anything but all black, recluse. He laughed at the thought of his angel ever being anything like the precious little rich boy hiding away in his tower. ) and the only posts online mentioning her usually turned out to be surface level tiktok videos "Why is no one talking about John Burlesconi's daughter? I mean, look at her 🥵????" or people talking about the art she made. Another thing he adored about her. A gallery artist - he was in awe. She rejected her parents blood money and she used her talent, her own talent and drive, to make something of herself even though the odds of that were a hundred to one living in Gotham. His angel, always remaining above it all and still somehow managing to help people, donating the monthly allowance checks to organizations that really help people, never letting the part of society she grew up in influence her, she was supernatural to him.

Heavenly - giving, beautiful, funny, and (he thought most importantly) smart.

That's why, when he looked down at the letter again, it all made perfect sense.

"Oh - "

He giggled.

"Oh darling, see - this is why I love you."