#I can't believe I didn't realize this shit sooner

[w1ldfeatherxx]

Bloodclan and Scourge being portrayed as inferior and less moral than the forest clans because they don't believe in Starclan and obey their rules reeks of a christian conservative worldview; if you don't believe in God and obey his rules your morals and way of life are inherently inferior. It will never not bother me how cats outside the clans are always "worse" than clan cats in one way or another...

[elliespuns]

There's this deleted dialogue between Ellie and Dina (video) where all of our theories of how their friendship/relationship started are confirmed. I took the time to write down the whole thing before analyzing the hell out of it.

Dina, is pink. Ellie, is not.

I was asking, if I hadn't come on to you in Jackson, how would you have hit on me? Like I would have hit on you. You totally would've hit on me. How bad could it have gone? You might have rejected me and then what? I'd have to watch you fall for someone else. Okay, worst case, it would be a little awkward and we just move on. There's no way we just move on. Yes, you would have. What if you were grossed out? What if you didn't wanna be around me anymore? Such a pussy. Okay, who was the one that had this blinding urge to kiss me for 4 years and didn't do shit?

Tell me about when you first realized you were into me. Was it my swagger, my overwhelming beauty? I was into from the day we met. Go on. The day we met, you introduced yourself to me and Joel like you were the major or something. Because I thought you were cute. *blushing* shut up! I hate you. No, you don't. Yes, I do. No, you don't. I love you. I love you too.

Okay, so, as Ellie says, she was into Dina from the day they met. Which was when they came to Jackson with Joel. Ellie was still 14 (I guess more likely freshly 15 at the time, actually). Dina is probably like a year older, so she was 16. I mean, now I can't stop imagining 15-year-old Ellie meeting 16-year-old Dina and being all twitterpated by her. Just remember the cuteness when Ellie was shown to be in love with Riley. Imagine this when she's 15 and meets Dina. Just adorable.

Also, quoting Ellie "Okay, who was the one that had this blinding urge to kiss me for 4 years and didn't do shit?"

This means even Dina had a crush on Ellie in the early stages. 4 years ago, Ellie was 15, so that means she either started to like her right away or a little bit later on. The girls were into each other, just tiptoeing around one another not to do anything stupid or ruin their friendship.

This also gives us a pretty clear picture of how things were between Ellie and Cat. She was already in love with Dina at the time she was going out with her, and remembering how Dina always disliked the fact that Ellie was hanging out with Cat only proves that Dina was jealous all along. Her relationship with Jessee must have been something similar to what Ellie had with Cat, although I believe that Dina started dating Jesse a lot sooner and had already been good friends before that.

Ellie seems a little hesitant when it comes to relationships (this whole dialogue confirms it too), so maybe if it wasn't for Cat making first steps, Ellie would have never gotten into any relationship to begin with. It seems to me that she just wanted to explore and wanted to know what it was like, but she didn't really made herself believe that she loved her. She surely cared for her and liked her, but knowing she was in love with Dina at the time, it was probably even the reason why Cat broke up with her (I always thought it was her who ended it). She probably knew all along that Ellie had eyes for her best friend anyway.

I also appreciate how Ellie admits she was insecure about asking Dina out. "What if you were grossed out? What if you didn't wanna be around me anymore?", I love how deep this digs into Ellie's personality and how, even though she is a strong and independent girl, she still struggles with abandonment issues. Now she doesn't feel like this only towards Joel, but towards her best friend too. Like, she is lovely, nice, funny, and beautiful, but she still feels insecure. Help me with this girl, she deserves the world because she'd rather love her friend from afar than ending up without a friend. Under the layer of thick skin and a strong mind, this girl is so fucking sensitive and fragile it physically hurts me.

This gives the dance scene a whole lot of new meaning. It's probably the very first time Dina says to herself, 'Okay, now's the time. It's now or never.' and after all those years of resisting, she makes a move on Ellie, knowing the girl must feel it too. The girl is too quirky and shy to hide it anymore whenever she's around Dina.

And Ellie? She has been loving Dina for too long, probably trying to convince herself she wouldn't have a chance with Dina, thinking she's into guys, not girls, let alone her girl best friend. And there she is, suddenly grabbing Ellie's hand and leading her on the dance floor, wrapping HER ARMS around HER BODY. Ellie's arms around her body. What is happening? Is she just imagining it? Ellie's heart must have missed thousands of beats at this moment. I love how it's shown in her facial expression as Dina whispers in her ear. Ellie is so awestruck that she doesn't even realize all Dina wants to do is something she should've done 4 years ago.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

What You Want 🌸💕

Summary; You and Eddie have been sleeping together for weeks, and when he tells you he finally has a date with his dream girl you realise how much you've fallen for him.

But it's too late to say anything...right?

Warnings; fwb, lil bit of smut, jealous reader, idiots in love, angst, fluff. 18+ so minors begone!

I don't give anyone permission to repost, copy or re use my work.

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Soft moans fill your apartment, Eddie's body was entwined with yours as he fucked you relentlessly on the bed.

He was an expert in making you feel so good and your legs were shaking with pleasure as a third orgasm of the night rendered you speechless.

He presses gentle kisses to your neck, sucking on the skin, leaving little love bites on it.

His hands tighten around yours as he comes, a guttural groan leaves his mouth as he whispers your name.

The both of you are a naked, sweaty but very sated mess and you whimper in disappointment as he pulls out of you.

"That was amazing" you groan and he smirks as he leans down to kiss you.

"So uh same time tomorrow night?" you ask casually, though there is a bloom of hope in your stomach as you say this.

Eddie hesitates and you sit up confused, the two of you had been sleeping together for weeks now, a friends-with-benefits type thing and you had been used to spending time with him.

There wasn't a night you two had spent apart since it started.

Eddie smiles and looks really delighted about something as he lays back on the bed.

"So uh you know Carly? The cute blonde that is always in Family Video when I'm there and works at the cinema? My dream girl" you nod feeling a tightening in your gut.

Eddie's crush on her was well-known to everyone.

"Mmm, what about her?" you ask though the sinking feeling in your stomach seems to know what Eddie is going to say before he says it.

"I asked her out and she said yes. Isn't that awesome princess?"

Yeah, totally awesome. You plaster a huge smile on your face and manage to force out some words because Eddie is looking at you all happy and his big brown eyes shining.

"That's great Eddie. I know how much you like her" he nods thrilled as he gets dressed.

"I'm nervous as shit though" he murmurs and you push away the awful feeling in your stomach, the way your heart is aching at the news and reassure him.

"You'll be fine. She will love you. Who wouldn't?" you tell him soothingly and you realise something there and then.

You love Eddie and not just as a friend and there was no way in hell that you could tell him now that he had his date with his dream girl.

Crushing heartbreak fills you as Eddie places a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you, sweetheart" you nod feeling numb as another thought comes to you.

"Guess this our last night together. I mean, if your date goes amazingly which it will then this will have to stop right?"

He stares at you for a second, something flashing in his eyes before he nods.

"Yeah, I guess you're right" you look away from him and concentrate very hard on your pillow. Don't cry, don't cry.

"I better shower, Robin is coming over soon with Steve. Disaster date so will need tons of ice cream and beer" he nods and gets up pulling on his clothes.

For a second he looks lost and it's a lot like you are feeling but then he comes to.

"I'll see you soon okay?" you return his grin and don't let it leave your face until he's out the door.

When you're alone tears fall down your cheeks and you curse yourself for not realizing you had fallen for Eddie sooner.

Not that it would make much difference now anyway. You could never tell him how you felt because he didn't feel the same way.

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Date Night

Eddie can't quite believe he's sitting here with Carly. He's been waiting for this for weeks and the date has been going well.

So why couldn't he stop thinking about you?

At first in the excitement of meeting Carly, he was just trying very hard to not make an ass of himself.

But as Carly began talking he wondered what you were doing. Was that jackass Adam from across the hall making his move on you right now?

The dude was a dickhead and the thought of you being with him dampened his excitement of being on this date.

Adam had been flirting with you for weeks now, would you take him up on his offer eventually?

He gulps some of his beer and focuses on Carly ignoring the sour feeling in his stomach.

She's beautiful and funny but they don't have a lot in common.

The things they do have in common and talk about end up in stilted conversations, that trails offf awkwardly.

"Okay, enough talking," Carly says and promptly sits on his lap and kisses him.

He feels nothing, even as he kisses her harder nothing changes. She pulls away from him frowning.

"Maybe we should just talk instead" he would be more offended if it wasn't so relieved.

She heads back to her seat and looks bored.

The conversation picks up again and this time it's a little better, he even makes Carly laugh and he has some hope that he can salvage the evening.

And yet... and yet they both seem to realise that something doesn't feel right, it's a nice date but they feel more like friends than anything else.

They both come to a mutual decision that a second date wasn't happening.

"You're a sweet guy Eddie but I don't think I'm what you're looking for and you're not what I'm looking for"

He nods even though his thoughts are a mess, Carly was his dream girl. The date should have been perfect and yet it wasn't.

The kiss that should have felt mindblowing was... Meh.

He thought about kissing you and how good it felt, the way your body fit perfectly with his, the way you made each other laugh and could talk for hours.

The way you made him feel was something he had never felt with anyone else.

Shit, he was a goddamn idiot.

He pays for the dinner and makes sure Carly gets in a taxi before heading home himself.

It's about five minutes into the drive when he changes direction and decides to go and see you.

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The night of Eddie's date goes by excruciatingly slow, it's like the seconds tick by at a glacial pace.

You're out with Nancy at a club but you can't get into the headspace to enjoy yourself.

Even when you've had a drink and danced with a cute guy named Seth it doesn't help the hollowness inside you.

After an hour you excuse yourself and would much prefer to be in your cosiest dressing gown with your fluffy slippers and watching something funny to cheer yourself up.

Eddie's date plays on your mind, you figure it went amazingly and they are probably having hot sex back at his apartment, no doubt all the details you'll find out tomorrow.

The thought makes you feel queasy with nerves.

There's a knock on your door and it's so sudden it startles you to the point you almost spill your popcorn.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Carly?" you ask him confused as he shrugs off his jacket.

Grumbling a little you get up and Eddie rushes in shaking his hair, almost getting you wet in the crossfire.

He makes a face and shakes his head.

"Was terrible, I think even if it had gone well it wouldn't have mattered" he grunts out and you're stunned.

"She's your dream girl" Eddie shrugs and walks over to you, ever so gently he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, then caresses your cheek.

It makes your heart skip a beat.

"I thought so but I was wrong. She kissed me and I felt nothing. Not like when you kiss me, when you kiss me everything inside me feels light up in desire, happiness"

Did you fall asleep on the couch and this is a very vivid dream...

Nope, it's real and you move closer to Eddie curious about what he will say next.

"I'm an idiot for going on that date. All I thought about was you, princess" his confession makes all the pain of the last day fade away.

"I realised last night how much I'd fallen for you Eddie but you had the date and I thought you'd never want me over Carly"

He smiles warmly as he kisses your nose then your lips.

"I wish you had told me. Might have knocked some sense into me sooner. I want to be with you sweetheart, not just sex. I want you to be mine, I want to be yours"

"Yes, I'd like that very much"

That's how you end up curled up together on the couch, the movie long forgotten as all you are both focused on is each other and three little words.

🌸💕

[phaticserpent]

Can you do headcanon for reader being slipped a very temporary truth potion (only works for one or two questions) and when Pan says, "What have you been trying to hide lately?" Reader blurts out that she's in love with him.

Oooooooo I like the prompt!!

Warning: drugged (ish), confession

You've been avoiding Pan, well....trying to. He woukd notice how you would often shy away from him

And he would try everything to get you to open up and relax around him, unknowing that it was making your feelings for him, worse.

Until, a group of lost boys wanted to play a small prank and slipped a truth potion in your drink. Before they could even ask you a question, Pan whisked you away.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Truthfully, no."

"What have you been trying to hide lately? Why are you avoiding me?" Pan demands.

"I have feelings for you!" You blurted out. Pan stared at you in shock and you blink, oblivious. And the realization sets in. "Oh, OH! Uh......I mean, I have a very strong......likeness for you?" You tried to dismiss your confession.

"You have feelings for me?" Pan reiterates.

There you go, Y/N, now you've done it, you thought to yourself.

"Well why didn't you say something sooner?" Pan scoffs. Which leaves you staring at him in confusion. "You really thought I wouldn't return your feelings?"

"Well...yeah. You made it very clear about your distate for romantic love." You crossed your arms. "I can't believe you're blaming me."

"Only because I've been hiding feelings for you! Do you know how frustrated I've been?"

"You?" You laughed. "Do you know how much shit I would get if I confessed feelings for the leader of the lost boys? I would get trampled on."

"You know I wouldn't let that happen to you." Pan assures, he reached out. You hesitantly embrace his touch, gently taking his hand. "Please, love."

".....you know I can't resist when you look at me like that." You laughed. Pan let out a soft chuckle, pulling you closer to him.

Your face flushed and you looked away as his lips was just inches from yours. He placed a short kiss on your cheeks before pulling away.

You blinked in surprise and stared at him. With your face still flushed, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, pressing your lips to his.

[idyllic-affections]

furina on the brain (as always)

i can't stop thinking about how she had to flawlessly keep her act up for 500 years, as a human. she never once put herself first. not ONCE. even when she had the opportunity to, in front of the traveler, who—in her words—is just a "spectator," she still did not put herself first. because she could not put the people of fontaine on the line for her own feelings. she could not let everyone die just because of how she was feeling. and she didn't even fucking KNOW what focalors was doing, which is INSANE????

i understand why focalors did not tell her but HOLY SHIT DUDE. furina just had to blindly, faithfully keep up her act and hope to god that whatever focalors was doing would work. can you imagine how many nights she must have spent alone, weeping, hoping desperately for that magnificent trial to end it all to come sooner rather than later? how many times do you think she had to "tommorow is another day" herself through her pain? at what point did that stop working? at what point did she start dissociating? at what point did her days begin blending together? at what point did she lose herself, become so unfamiliar with herself, entirely and totally lose her sense of self to her role, to the point that she could no longer identify and control what she was feeling and when (e.g., when she cried without even realizing it)?

and yet, people still find reasons to hate her. how can you hate a human girl with a mind so fragile and so so damaged? how can you look at furina and think she's bratty and childish after all that? a childish person would put themselves first. call her "bratty," but she was literally just giving the people what they fucking wanted. what they believed a god should be like. how can you look at her like that? if she had cracked even ONCE, everyone in fontaine would be dead. everyone. it was up to her to maintain her act and protect her people. she could not confide in anyone. she had no-one.

and god damn she must have been a good actress—even though she never displayed any power over her supposed dominion of hydro, no-one doubted her. she kept everyone's faith perfectly in tact up until the very end when neuvillette and the others forced her hand (and even then, she never actually admitted anything).

idk. furina :(( she's so tragic and it pisses me off that people hate on her. it's just thinly-veiled misogyny and willful blindness towards the plot at this point.

[crimson-calligraphyx]

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A subtle breeze coasts down my exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I whine, tightening my grasp and burrowing my face further against Noah in search of warmth, only to come to the realization it wasn't him I was clutching to me. I cracked open an eye, my pregnancy pillow coming into view instead of the sight of my slumbering husband.

I furrowed my brows in perplexity; I know I had fallen asleep in Noah's arms.

With a groan, I rolled as far onto my back as I could, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before pushing myself out of bed—which was getting progressively more and more difficult as the days went by. "Noah?" I called, trudging out of our bedroom with a hand on my back. "God, it's fucking freezing," I grumbled to myself, a chill running down the length of my body the further I walked down the hall. The air conditioning was on full blast as usual, thanks to Noah.

I call his name once again, but there was still no definitive response, other than a muffled 'fuck'.

There wasn't any music playing or the faint smell of toast cascading through our home, so he wasn't in the kitchen or studio. The only other option was the nursery.

I waddled my way towards what used to be our spare bedroom, peeking through the door left ajar. I grinned to myself when I saw him hunched over a piece of paper, tiny screws laid out in front of him in neat piles. I pushed the door open gently and leaned against the doorframe, giving it a light tap to announce my entry.

"Hey you," I greet him. "Whatcha up to?" "Building the crib," he replies, clipped. I scrunched up my face at his curtness, shaking my head lightly. "I see... Been here long? I didn't even feel you get out of bed." "Couple hours. Didn't want to wake you."

I stand up straight, pulling my brows together with a small frown. I was not appreciating his tone.

I take a gander around the room, seeing he had put together the white bookshelf my mom had gifted us and the nightstand we got from Ikea. I loved seeing that things were coming together, bringing me a sense of security and joy, but I could still feel the rigidness permeating from him.

"Everything okay? You seem a little tense," I ask. He sighs harshly. "Yes, I'm fine. There's a few pieces missing, so I'm a little annoyed with that." I shuffle on my feet. "Well, we could take a break. Make some breakfast. Plus, we still need to paint the walls, so we can figure out the missing pieces afterwards—" "We?" He scoffs. "I'm the one putting all this shit together."

My mouth opens, but no words come out. I snap my mouth shut; I'm left blinking as I register the words he just said.

I ball my hands into fists as I feel anger simmering in my veins. "It's a little more difficult for me to sit on the floor and put things together, Noah." "Then maybe we should've done this sooner before it got too difficult for you," he mumbles with a roll of his shoulders. "Excuse me?" My jaw drops and my hand flies to my chest, absolutely appalled. I give him a chance to explain himself, but we're left in a tense silence as I watch him continue to fidget with a piece of the crib. "You know what? Go fuck yourself. I can't believe you just said that!" I take hold of the door knob, pulling the door towards me as I begin to make my exit. "Sorry for being eight months pregnant," I snap, then slam the door behind me.

Tears are burning my eyes as I stomp to the kitchen. From there, I don't waste a second and pull out the griddle, aggressively putting it on the counter and plugging it in to heat up. It might be hard for me to build a crib and paint the walls, but it certainly wasn't hard for me to cook breakfast for the both of us. Even if I was pissed off to no end.

After throwing several strips of bacon on the griddle, I made my way around the kitchen and grabbed everything that I needed to make pancakes with haste. I whipped together the batter as the bacon cooked, never minding the fact that Noah was now standing by the island, watching me.

"Olivia," he says my name gently, closing the distance between us. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." "I'm cooking." I shoulder him away when he places an arm around my shoulders. I see him stiffen in my peripheral, letting his arm drop to his side. "Would you like some help?" "Nope."

We're back to a rigid silence, nothing but a quiet sizzle filling the room as I poured batter onto the griddle in perfect circles. Noah is hovering behind me, and it doesn't help alleviate the tension. Instead, I realize it was making it worse as I fisted the spatula with such aggression, my knuckles turned white. My hand even trembled a little bit while I watched the pancakes start to rise, speckled with tiny bubbles.

"You're gonna burn them—" I grit my teeth. "I know," I grumbled, flipping them harshly one by one. I knew they would burn if I let them cook any longer, he didn't need to tell me. He sighs, sidling up behind me and placing a hand on my waist. "I'm just trying to help, love—" "You can help by parking your ass at the table and leaving me be." I feel him flinch and slowly retract his hand before he returns to the island, where I hear him take a seat on one of the stools.

Minutes pass; I take the pancakes off the heat and split them between two plates. I had already laid the strips of bacon on paper towels to soak up the excess grease before serving Noah the chewier pieces, and me the crispier.

I may be done cooking breakfast, but I was certainly still stewing in aggravation as I grabbed the bottle of syrup and slide his plate in front of him. I glance at the sullen look on his face before I turned and retrieved my own plate, sitting across from him. He thanks me in a quiet voice, but he doesn't so much as move a muscle while I dig into my breakfast.

"Olivia, I'm sorry," he tries again. "I was just frustrated, I shouldn't have taken it out on you and said that." I picked up a piece of bacon, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, you shouldn't have." I shrug and take a bite of the bacon, savoring the hint of applewood as I chewed, and he sighs. "You gonna eat?" "I'm not all that hungry."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head lightly in annoyance, finishing the strip of bacon in hand before picking up my fork and digging into one of the pancakes.

"You know, that's how I felt when I spent hours putting those things together, just for you to come in and tell me we still had to paint the walls, Liv." "Seriously, Noah?" In an instant, the anger flared up again and I finally brought my eyes to him, shooting daggers in his direction. I slammed my fork on the table, his untouched silverware rattling from the aggression. "Why are you being such a dick?" He pressed his lips into a line as he leered at me, his eyes bouncing between mine while the tension between us was once again pulled taut. "Forget it," I grumbled, standing abruptly from my seat.

I picked up my plate and brought it to the sink, practically tossing it onto the counter, and turned to make my way back to the bedroom. I brushed past Noah with tears in my eyes and he calls my name, but I ignore him and continue down the hall. My throat burned as I tried not to cry.

It was like a flip of a switch with him, and I didn't understand it. Yesterday he was so kind, gentle, and helpful during the entire shower. He helped set up the event, helped me open gifts, cut and served the cake and other food, put everything away—hell, he barely let me lift a finger. But this morning? He made me feel like absolute garbage for not being able to do these things. I can't lift more than 10 pounds, I can't sit on the floor for very long and put together furniture, I can't paint the walls by myself.

I took a seat on the edge of the bed, my cheeks burning hot as tears rolled down them. Noah comes in shortly after and crouches in front of me, taking my hands in his with a gentle squeeze. He says my name quietly and I bring my eyes up to his face, which screamed nothing but remorse with a definitive crease between his brows and a heavy frown.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "Please don't cry." "Why are you so... flippant this morning?" I mumbled, struggling to find the right word. My lips quiver and he lets go of one of my hands to cup my cheek, his thumb swiping the trail of tears dry. "I don't mean to be," he sighs, shaking his head. "I'm just stressed." "So, you take it out on me instead of talking to me about it? Yesterday you were fine, and now... this," I motioned between us. "Did something happen?" "No, not exactly..." he trails off. I shake my head, not understanding. "Then what?"

He remains silent, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. He licks his bottom lip before biting it lightly, most likely mulling over his words before he cradles the back of my head and presses his lips to my forehead.

"I didn't want to upset you by telling you I was nervous about having the baby." He's kneading his fingers in the back of my head as he says this, his eyes heavy with concern, begging for forgiveness. "And don't think that means I'm not excited to have him, I'm just... I'm in my head, you know? It's a lot and I'm worried that... that I'm not ready or that I won't be a good dad." I felt my heart sink hearing his words, my whole jaw trembling trying to hold my emotions back. "W-why didn't you say anything before, Noah?" I sobbed, shaking my head as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.

"Because it didn't hit me until yesterday," he tells me, squeezing my hand. "Seeing all the gifts, seeing how excited everyone was for his arrival, knowing you're nearly 9 months pregnant. It hit me all at once. We have so many things to put away, so many things to do for the nursery; it freaked me out." I lock eyes with him, his chocolate irises glistening with sincerity. "And you know how I get when I have a task on hand—I don't stop until it's finished. Til everything is perfect. I just want everything to be perfect for you and him." He cups my face with both hands, once again trying to dry my tears with his thumbs. "Okay? I'm sorry for being an ass, from the bottom of my heart."

I nod shallowly in his hands, and he brandishes a soft smile before pressing his lips to mine delicately. I let out a single cry against his mouth and cling onto his shirt, melting into him shortly after, and we stayed like this until neither of us could breathe.

Though him saying he wanted everything to be perfect was reassuring, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit worried about what comes after childbirth. The irritability from lack of sleep, and the arguments that would ensue from it. The disagreements, the crying, the screaming. Things won't be perfect, and that's what scares me—what if he gets sick and tired of trying to make things 'perfect' and leaves?

"Come on," he breaks through my thoughts. "Let's finish breakfast, cuz I know you're hungry," he chuckles, and I huff a quiet laugh. "Then we can set up the room to start painting the walls. How's that sound?" "But what about the things you already put together?" "I'll move everything to the center and put a tarp over it. We have to put one down over the rug, anyways."

I nod with a quiet 'okay' and he gives me another reassuring kiss before standing, pulling me to my feet. He takes my hand in his, bringing me back to the kitchen where we finished our now cold breakfast before he left to set up the nursery for painting.

In the meantime, I cleaned up the kitchen and changed into clothes that I didn't necessarily care if they got ruined or not. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and made my way into the baby's room, seeing Noah had finished the task of tarping everything and covering the trim in painter's tape. He was now beginning to pour paint into the pans.

"Ready to get painting?" he asks after putting the lid back on the can. He stands, picking up one of the rollers and attaching it to an extension pole before handing it to me. "I figure it would be easier for you, not having to bend or reach as much. I'll get the nooks and crannies when we get there," he winks, holding up a wide, angled brush. "Thanks," I chuckle. "Let's get this party started," I say, glancing around the area to survey where to begin. I dip the roller into the pan, coating it in the sky blue color we picked out, and started with the wall opposite of the door.

The idea of painting was a lot easier said than done. It wasn't all that bad at first, just a little burn in my arms from extending them time and time again, but after a while, my back started to ache quite a bit. I was breaking a sweat, and was even a little winded, but still, I pushed on through it, knowing this had to get done—I couldn't let Noah do it all himself, considering our little tiff from earlier.

We had just started the third wall when I couldn't handle the back pain anymore, which was beginning to spread to my abdomen. I set the roller down gently and excused myself, making my way to our bedroom where I lay down, hoping to alleviate some of the ache. It doesn't take long for Noah to follow me in, a look of concern spread on his face as he closes the gap between us.

"You okay, love?" he asks, brushing my bangs back to press a kiss to my forehead. "Yeah," I let out an exasperated sigh, my face scrunching from the uncomfortability. "My back hurts. I just need to rest for a minute and I'll be back to help finish painting." He frowns. "I'll finish it up, I don't want you over-doing anything. Sit tight, I'll grab you some water, okay?" "But—" "I mean it." He shoots me a pointed look before exiting our bedroom.

I huff with defeat, settling against the pillows with an arm draped over my face, my other hand cradling my belly where the twinge of pain remained. My muscles tighten briefly, and I let out a quiet groan just as Noah reenters the room. I move my arm away from my face and take the glass of water he offered, thanking him before taking a few tiny sips and putting it down on the nightstand.

"You doing okay?" "Yeah," I nod lazily. "It's going away. I just needed to rest for a minute," I reassure him. He pulls his lips to the side, a look of doubt strewn across his face as he places his hand on my bump, rubbing slow circles against it. "Alright, if you say so. I don't want you painting anymore though, okay?" "Noah, please, I'm fi—" My face contorts and I let out a hiss. "It's just a cramp," I tell him through gritted teeth. "Liv," he says my name warily. "You don't think you're going into labor, do you?"

My heart jumps into my throat, my eyes flashing to Noah's as panic starts to creep in. I can't be going into labor; I still had 5 weeks left to go.

[the-ace-with-spades]

slow down (you're doing fine) sequel unrevised snippet because I'm procrastinating on finishing slow down itself and having Mav&Brad feels

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The light from the living room turned on — he was covered by the terrace curtains enough that it was merely a warm shade coming from the cracked door. He heard bare footsteps, and a shadow flickering through the heavy fabric, until a familiar figure showed up.

Mav closed the terrace behind himself, plopping on the sandy wooden panels, until he was sitting down on Bradley’s left. He looked at his hands, at the phone, at Jake still left on read on the screen — Bradley switched it off and put it under his thigh.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. He rubbed his eyes but didn’t look that sleepy either — just a bit tired, in that long-drawn, frustrated way when one wanted to rest but couldn’t no matter how hard they tried.

Bradley shrugged. He probably could sleep, he’d slept after he had done and said far worse things than today. He didn’t want to, it was almost like a punishment, staying awake until he fixed the problem. Until he stopped running away. He couldn't make himself fix anything, staying stagnant as the ball of anxiety and the dread about the inevitable grew.

“Still thinking about Hangman?”

He didn’t answer and maybe it was an answer in itself — Mav gave him an affectionate sigh. 

“You remember that time when my deployment ran longer last minute? When you were about twelve.”

He gave him a glance — it was an out-of-nowhere question. “Yeah I was so upset that Ice took me flying the day after you were supposed to get back. In the Tomcat.”

It hadn’t been long after Ice came back from Bosnia. Bradley had been missing Mav so badly that he would cry himself to sleep whenever Ice wasn’t looking careful enough — he was still a bit messed up after his mom’s death and scared that one day, Ice’d have to tell him Mav wasn’t coming back.

Mav was supposed to be gone twelve weeks but last minute, Ice told him it’d take some more time before Mav’d come back, and it ended up closer to four months rather than three. Bradley had yelled at Ice’s face, then cried in his arms for about an hour, until he fell asleep, begging him to get Mav back to them.

“It didn't run over,” Mav said after a moment. His breathing was loud and Bradley saw him shake his head in the corner of his eye. He turned to face him and Mav’s eyes were already waiting at him, full of regret and fear, his mouth just slightly quirked. “I didn't know what I was doing, Bradley. Both my best friends were gone, I was never supposed to be a dad and here you were, completely dependable on me having my shit together, and then we were doing so well with Ice, and it was just so much—”

He hadn’t known. In his eyes, they always seemed to have a grip on everything, always seemed to have the answers to all of Bradley’s problems. They were the heroes of Bradley’s life.

“I knew I was going to fuck it up somehow, you and him, and I thought, better sooner than later, right.”

It was familiar — waiting on the other shoe to drop, and when he had been waiting and waiting and nothing fell on his head, removing himself from the situation before he got hit. Better to disappoint from the start than wait infinitely until they find you out for who you really were. Can’t be hurt if you never let them hurt yourself. Can’t hurt them if you’re not long enough for that with them.

That was a lie, no matter how hard he’d pretend to believe it — there was always someone hurt.

“So I didn't tell Ice anything and stayed in Virginia instead of taking a layover flight to California with everyone. Gave Merlin a letter to hand Ice when he met him at the airport and realized I was nowhere in sight.”

Bradley had always thought he was a coward, not facing Jake, just leaving in his absence when things became complicated, when they became too tied to each other. Maybe it was a family thing.

“I can't do it, please don't wait for me. Take care of Bradley. That's all it said.”

Mav creased his eyebrows, shook his head, almost like he was doing it at his past self.

Bradley didn’t know what to say.

“Took me almost three weeks to get back in my right mind. I showed up at home at two in the morning absolutely ready to beg him to forgive me and instead he told me to stay quiet so I wouldn't wake you up and then said I'd be doing laundry and the dishes for a month if I didn't go straight to sleep. Slept with me in the same bed the first night back, even."

Mav bit down on his lip, huffed, just a tiny, humorless sound, and looked at his hands — he was twirling his wedding ring around on his finger.

“I don't know how I could even think that I could ever live without you in my life, those three weeks. Both of you.”

That was the difference between the two of them. They might have both been cowards, running away from something great, that could turn bad at any moment — Mav came back.

Mav came back and Ice was already waiting for him, expecting him back. He faced the consequences and fixed everything, faced the option that he could fuck it all up at any moment and accepted the risks to gamble for something better and sweeter.

Mav kept on trying. Bradley’d only kept on running away his whole life.

He had been running so long that it didn’t feel like he could stop. Like he deserved to stop.

"So I could tell you that you deserve him but I know it's really hard to believe it, sometimes, and no amount of saying it will change your mind," Mav continued. "But it’s not about deserving him. He chose you, Bradley. He chose you, who are you to decide he’s wrong?”

Bradley—blinked. It was impossible to hear, to understand — he’d always thought it more as if Jake was sentenced to loving him. People didn’t choose their sentences.

They did choose to commit the crimes.

“It’s hard to believe you deserve it, but he chose you and he’ll keep choosing you,” Mav said and the wobbly note of familiarity made him felt dangerously seen. “So until you can believe it, you try your best to be the man he deserves to have, until you’re ready to believe it. You come back, how many times it doesn’t take—"

He bit down on his tongue, taking in a big, unhelpful gulp of air. His eyes were watering and he couldn’t stop it, the wetness itching in his nose even as he squeezed his eyes shut — Mav bumped their shoulders just as he sniffled stiffly.

"I think we should have talked about it more, show you more that we struggled too. We always tried to keep you out of the loop if we thought we could make it without you being affected and I always thought that it was just something parents were supposed to do," he said. "Maybe if we didn’t then you wouldn't feel like this now."

Bradley could only shake his head rapidly, because that wouldn't be true. His parents did his best with him, he had been doomed to turn up a little fucked up the minute his dad died, at least, if not the day his mom herself got orphaned and met Mav in the foster system. Maybe their family was just meant to turn up all bent out of shape.

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Can I request one where tim and y/n are co stars and they go to an event or something. And y/no’s ex is there who cheated on her so they try to make him jealous but at the end they realize they LOWKEY like each other. Thank u!!

thank you so much for your request!! i can't believe i forgot to post this sooner

it was you all along ༊*·˚

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part ii

༘♡ i want, in fact, more of you

« We are here! », the driver announced. You smiled nervously feeling your heart pounding wildly and shivers running down to every part of your body. It felt as if you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Your stomach was tied into knots and your hands were unconsciously trembling.

You really didn't want to go.

After everything that happened between you and your ex-boyfriend, the last thing you wanted to do was make public appearances.

« Are you okay, Y/N? », your manager asked. You smiled at her and nodded positively. You had no intention to worry her since she was the one who so eagerly wanted to be there. « Don't be nervous, » she told you cupping your cheek. « I am very proud of you. You deserve this. » You gulped and bobbed your head again. « You look beautiful, let's go, » she said as your door opened letting inside hysterical screams.

Loud voices could be heard from every direction combined with the sound of camera rolls. Your manager was the first to get out of the car, followed by you.

« Thank you, » you smiled at the man that held your hand to help you get out of the car. Your eyes scanned the place that was filled with photographers, media, and fans screaming their lungs out for you.

A pair of heels brushed against the red carpet followed by your silky dress. You posed in front of the camera for a few moments, before moving to your fans. Their screams became even louder once you approached them, causing a grin to appear on your face.

They were so kind to you, none of them mentioning the drama you were involved a month before. You happily signed autographs, took pictures with them, and spoke to them for a while. It was only fair that you spent some time with them, after all, they were always supporting you on your long journey to Holywood.

« Hi, you look great, » you said to some of them as you signed books and papers.

« Y/N, you look amazing! », a fan yelled from the back making you raise your eyes from the paper and smile at them.

Some of them asked for a hug and you were more than happy to give it to them followed by a kiss on the cheek. There was this girl with a polaroid camera that asked if you could pose for her and you gladly did.

Minutes later, your manager tapped your shoulder to move to the interviewers that called your name.

« Hi, » you shook the hand of a woman. « You look amazing. »

« You look amazing, » the interviewer chuckled at you leaving your hand free. « We are here with nominee Y/N L/N! Congratulations on your nomination, Y/N. » « Thank you, » you smiled kindly.

She started asking you questions about your nomination, your clothes, and your feelings for the night. One by one, you replied to her questions with honesty, until you heard the crowd going crazy and turned around to see who was on the carpet that caused all that panic.

Your smile disappeared. You felt out of place and time as you watched your ex-boyfriend walking on the red carpet. Your eyes were fixed on him, the voice of the interviewer fading in the background.

This man treated you like shit for more than three years with the peek being a video that was spread all across the internet of him making out with a random girl at a club.

From the moment he entered your life to the moment he exited, he only left ruins.

You were a very closed and private person. Acting for you was nothing more than a job. Unlike other celebrities, you weren't willing to sacrifice your private life at the altar of money and fame. Your job was your job and your personal life was your personal life. You had drawn a very distinctive line between the two of them since the beginning of your career, not letting anyone interfere or mix things up. You were serious with your job. It wasn't a hunt for popularity or for feeding your ego, it was your job.

The fact that you didn't have any public social media or you never overshared anything about your private life was a big topic of discussion, especially during interviews. Your secrecy was working both as a temptation for people to uncover who you really were, and at the same time as a weapon to protect yourself, your loved ones and live your life peacefully.

You were Hollywood's mystery, a question mark, and you had no intention of turning into a comma.

All until you met him, Paolo Scotti.

He was a new director doing mostly short films in the beginning, inspired by the French New Wave, chasing a place in the world of fame. Some film critics were calling his work pretentious, and others thought he was a genius.

But you didn't give any attention to the critics. You had fallen madly in love. From the moment you exchanged your first words, you loved him. He was smart and creative and he had so much passion for what he was doing.

You starred in most of his filmography. People considered you his muse. And even though he was your boyfriend, no one had ever said anything about him favoring you, because you were truly brilliant at your work. In fact, most people were saying that you were the only reason the movies were good in the first place. And that was the truth. You were his ticket to success.

At first, he was laughing with you and responded with something like « Of course, my muse is the person I fell in love with. » Or when they were asking him « Why do you always pick Y/N in your films? », he would reply: « I need to love the people I film, that's why I always take Y/N L/N. »

But later, when he got the Palme d'Or and he became famous, his behavior behind the scenes started to change.

He became harsher to you and to the other actors as well. He was being cruel, yelling at you, torturing you by performing the same scenes over and over, only for him to finally choose your second or even first take.

And you were trapped in a weird place, where you had to agree and accept everything in fear of losing him. But the closer you got, the more difficult it became to detach from him. You had rejected very good opportunities just because he gave you ridiculously long speeches about how they were going to ruin your career. You didn't work with Greta Gerwig because Little Women was « a film for children. » You didn't work with Denis Villeneuve because Dune was an action movie and "you'll never be able to detach from your character." You didn't work with many great names that wanted specifically you for their roles.

And you never complained to him. You trusted him because you loved him and you thought he wanted the best for you.

You started to get suspicious of this behavior after another film opportunity.

Luca Guadagnino wanted you for his leading role in a new film, starring alongside Timothée Chalamet. You had worked with Luca in the past and of course, you knew Timothée Chalamet from his previous works but you had never collaborated with him.

Luca, one of the most notable directors, was offering you the leading role without even an audition because he wanted you. There was nothing that would make you refuse. You loved Luca and you kept in touch with him after a film you had worked on together in the past. He was like your mentor or father, since he was the one that introduced you to the industry when you were only fourteen years old. He saw something in you that didn't want to waste it. Till then, he was giving you advice and had openly announced his disapproval of the roles you were rejecting.

When your manager called to inform you about Luca's new movie, the first thing you did, before calling your parents, before calling your friends, before calling Luca himself, was to call him. Not only wasn't he happy, but he also insisted that you refuse the role because it would destroy your career.

« Believe me Y/N the last thing you need is a romance movie, » he said. You tried to explain to him that it wasn't just a romantic film, but he was so stubborn and wouldn't listen to you. He kept insisting that he was right.

Even the way that he was speaking was possessive. He would raise his voice like some kind of politician and he would keep talking loud and clear no matter what you were saying, completely ignoring your voice, causing you to just stop.

You had a long discussion about this because you appreciated him as an artist and of course, wanted his opinion. But hearing everything he had to say and actually listening to his words just made you feel uncomfortable around him. He wasn't protective. He didn't care about your career. He was controlling and selfish.

Nevertheless, you accepted the role and that was one of the best decisions you had ever made. The energy on set was incredible and never before did you have so much fun while making a film.

The main reason for that was Timothée. You had heard from other actors about the energy he brought and you were lucky enough to witness yourself.

Thinking all this while being nominated for a leading role, made you feel so stupid for ever falling in love with him. He was trying to manipulate you from the beginning of your relationship. You had lost so many opportunities because of him.

And not only had you lost a big part of your career, but you had also lost your dignity. He cheated on you because he was mad that he couldn't have you fully.

« Excuse me, what was the question? », you turned back to the woman with a flustered look on your face. You smiled apologetically at her.

« Are you excited to see anybody win? », she asked you.

« Oh, em... Timmy obviously, » you said your lips slowly curling up.

« Of course, Timothée, he's nominated as well, congratulations to him. »

« I really hope he wins... Honestly, I'd be happier for him to win than I'd be for myself. » The interviewer smiled warmly.

« Is there anyone else you have your hopes up for? »

« No, not really, » you replied truthfully. « I don't have a particular person in mind. »

« Not even Paolo Scotti? » The question found you unprepared. Your lips slightly separated not really sure how to respond. The interviewer was smiling with that fake enthusiasm, but you could tell she must've felt really proud for asking a question like that and making you speechless.

« What are you talking about? », a loud joyful voice rang to your ear as an arm wrapped around your waist and a pair of wet lips touched your cheek. You grinned immediately because without even looking at who it was you already knew by his scent alone.

« Oh my God, hi! », you smiled and hugged him, looking up at his eyes that though they appeared tired, had a radiant brightness spreading out of them, as if they were blue, green, brown galaxies all mixed together.

He lightly leaned his head brown curls falling on top of your forehead as his ticklish hot breath moved to your ear.

« I thought you weren't coming, » he whispered for only you to hear. Your smile grew even brighter at the sound of his voice. You leaned your head to his ear.

« It was mandatory, » you said making him chuckle. Your faces were only centimeters apart, so close that your noses even touched. « Besides, I wanted to be here for you, » you locked eyes for a moment. He lightly clenched his jaw to stop his grin from growing even bigger and then looked away with pinkish cheeks.

« Hello! », the reporter said. « You look amazing tonight, Timothée! »

« Thank you, thank you, » he said.

« How do you find Y/N tonight? » Tim rubbed his face with his hands and glanced once at you before replying.

« That's not even a question, » he smiled. « Beautiful as always. » Your jaw clenched to prevent yourself from smiling.

« She is beautiful, » the interviewer agreed. « And do you think she's going to win tonight? »

« She's already a winner for me, but it'd be fucking awesome if she won a statue. » You laughed at his words and he smiled down at you. « I know Mrs. L/N wants it for the living room. » You lightly shook your head before he waved to the camera. « Love you, Mrs. L/n! »

« Love you mom, » you chuckled back.

« Well, good luck to both of you, I'm crossing my fingers! »

« Thank you, » you and Timmy mumbled before walking away. He playfully pushed your shoulder with his and smiled warmly. You laughed and shook your head questionably. You slowly walked to the Theater.

Timothée was Timothée.

While filming, you had connected with him from the moment you first looked at each other. He was hypnotizing and charming. Whenever he was looking at you, he made you unconsciously smile only because his eyes met yours, and whenever he was speaking, you couldn't help but hang from every word of his and stare at the way his lips and his hands were moving. He must have noticed once, because he chuckled and looked away leaving red marks on his cheeks.

But you didn't just like Timothée and his energy. You like yourself when you were with him.

Luca had noticed your chemistry and how magnetic you were for one another. After shooting the very first scene of you together, he knew that something didn't feel right. So, he decided to do something he had never done before, he let you shoot the movie just like Godard, without a script. You and Timothée were both skeptical and anxious, but Luca insisted. And of course, he was right because you ended up both being nominated.

Everything was coming off so naturally, your reactions were so genuine, that at some point you attached to your roles -- or your roles attached to you, and it didn't feel like the cameras existed or you were shooting a film anymore.

The film was just you two being yourselves. That attachment to your roles caused a few problems on set, for example, sometimes you forgot you were surrounded by cameras and accidentally called the other by their real name. At times like these, Timothée was turning red like a tomato and you were losing your words, but in the end, none of you laughed, you were just looking awkwardly away. This was happening so often, that it had turned into an inside joke that the two of you didn't find funny at all.

« Man, I haven't seen you in like... », Tim furrowed his brows thinking. « I don't know how long but it's definitely more than a month. »

« Yeah, sorry about that, » you murmured looking away from him.

« No, no, I didn't say that to get an apology, » he rushed to add and stopped walking. He towered over you taking your hand and rubbing your palm. « I was just worried, you know? You didn't reply to my calls, to my texts... I-I was scared you did something stupid. » You pressed your lips while shaking a little your head. « But I called your mom and she said you were back home. I was going to come- » You raised your brows in surprise. You were living on different continents, there was no way he was getting on a plane for so many hours just to check on you. Only a liar or a madman could think like that. In Timothee's case, it was neither of those two, just a third thing he was keeping for himself. He saw your look and continued. « I was truly going to come but I figured you needed some time. »

« I just needed some time alone, » you said.

« It's just that I missed you so much, » Timothée said. A smile slowly grew on your lips and then you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him down into a hug. You could hear the sound of his lips curling up.

« I missed you too, » you said to his ear.

« I can't believe I didn't see you for a month because of that douchebag, » you felt him shaking his head. You breathed out heavily. Timothée was so right. You were missing so many things because of him. He had destroyed everything and he still did even when he wasn't with you.

You pulled away from each other hearing someone calling his name. It was his manager motioning his arm to follow him.

« I have to go, » Timothée said. « I'll find you when I finish whatever I have to do, okay? »

« Okay, don't worry, Tim, » you grinned at him.

« See you in a bit, Y/N, » he smiled back at you waving his hand.

You decided to go inside the Theater, find Luca and the rest of the crew. But the moment you entered you felt a hand pulling back your shoulder, causing you to stumble at the force it used. You frowned as you turned around only to face your ex.

« What the fuck? », you yell-whispered not wanting to get caught by cameras.

« I need to talk to you, » he said in a pleading tone.

« I don't think we have anything to talk about, » you replied.

« We most certainly do, » he left a small laugh as if what he was saying was so obvious to you.

« Paolo, I don't want to have anything to do with you, » you said firmly.

« Look, Y/N, I really don't want to fight, I just want to apologize. »

« Apologize for what exactly? », you asked patiently wrapping your arms around your waist. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed out.

« For everything, » Paolo looked you in the eyes. You were so mad at him for having the nerve to look you in the eyes after he cheated on you and everything he did.

« For everything, » you repeated his words in a mocking tone. You weren't going to let him ruin your day. « I'm leaving, I can't even look at you. »

« Of course, go back to your new French boyfriend, Chalamet, » he scoffed.

« Oh, » you smiled almost laughed. « Now I get it. You don't want to apologize, you just got jealous of Timothée. »

« I didn't get jealous, » he said. You raised your brows giving him a 'really' look as he breathed out. « Look, I know was an asshole, but... »

« But what, Paolo? », you asked. You gulped feeling your eyes hot and ready to tear. « I loved you, » you said pressing your lips tightly to hold yourself and not cry. « I loved you so so much, but you treated me like shit! I trusted you, I listened to you, I put up with your insults, your anger, your ego, your stubbornness, all that because I loved you and nothing else mattered to me. »

« Babe, » he touched your hand.

« No, » you sniffed and shook your head. « Call babe the girl you cheated on me. »

« I'm so sorry for everything, » he spoke. « I truly am. Please, let's try again... »

« I-no, » you shook your head again looking away. From far away you noticed Timothée coming in your direction and lightly smiled taking courage. « This, won't happen again, » you pointed between you two and left.

Paolo's eyes followed you as Timothée gave you a warm smile opening the door for you to get inside the Theater. He noticed the smile you had as you whispered something in his ear and jealousy overtook him. You were his and no one else's. His eyes stung Timothée's, who glared back at him. He was determined to win you back.

Together you walked inside finding your place with Luca, who immediately hugged you tightly while telling you how much he missed you and so did the rest of the team.

« What did you say? », Timothée leaned to ask you.

« Nothing, » you pressed your lips. « He just got jealous and now he wants to get back together. » Timothée gulped and sat better in his seat.

« Why did he get jealous? », he asked.

« He thinks we are together, Tim, » you explained. His eyes widened for a moment but then he smiled as the lights slowly went down.

« Y/N? », he leaned to your ear. You looked at him. « Do you want to make him pay? » You didn't speak but then bobbed your head.

« Yes, » you said without hesitation.

« Then, show him that you moved on. »

« What do you mean? », you asked.

« We could pretend to be together for the rest of the night. Show him that he doesn't own you anymore. »

« And you own me? »

« Or you own me? », he said back. You smiled and you heard his lips forming a smile.

« Fuck, » you said. Timothée didn't speak waiting for your response. « Let's fucking do this. »

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Hello, I hope you're well.

I've always wondered why Alice couldn't have gone to Volterra on her own at the end of New Moon to stop Edward? Couldn't she have gone to Forks, seen and spoken to Bella, gone and found Edward and shown him her thoughts? I vaguely remember Alice saying something along the lines of Edward not believing anyone apart from Bella, but I imagine Alice would've been faster if she didn't spend the time taking Bella along too. And surely sending Bella to sprint through Volterra while Alice sorted out the car wasn't the fastest option available?

I imagine Alice could've sped through the Italian countryside unseen once she arrived, and she would've had a great deal more strength than Bella to push Edward out of the sun. (Bella certainly seemed to struggle in the film). I haven't reached that part of the book yet, so maybe it's different to the film? Would Edward have been killed if Bella hadn't been there maybe?

So, the thing about the movies, is that they explain jack shit and then will change some things so they don't make any sense.

Why does Aro have Felix nearly murder Edward in Volterra only to then let him go two seconds later? It's unclear, I guess they ran out of run time for Michael Sheen. Why do the Cullens even do this human thing? Hold that thought.

So, there's a lot that the books do explain in some detail, that either never get a mention in the films or are extremely glossed over for run time, toning down, difficulty to explain in the medium, and various other reasons.

No offense if you like the movies, anon, I just hate them.

So, here's what Alice tells us in the book.

Bella and Jacob ask what you just did: why doesn't Alice go herself? Bella will only slow Alice down and Alice has to get Bella out of the country right this second when at the moment of asking she could only pray that Bella had a passport (Bella did so it worked out but if she hadn't I imagine Bella would have been placed in the cargo hold instead).

Alice responds that she has had visions where she runs through the city, yelling at Edward mentally that Bella is alive, but that Edward would not only not believe her but step into the sunlight sooner as he knows Alice is there to stop him. The reason he wouldn't believe her is that he would know Alice would know this is the only way to stop him from doing this. This is why, even if Alice doesn't think "Bella's alive!" she still can't go as Edward will realize his suicide attempt will be quickly thwarted.

Add in that it was a very sunny day in Tuscany and Alice would have had to take a very roundabout path to get to Edward where she would stay in the shade. Because she's dealing with vampires, not humans, this matters: Edward will kill himself before Alice can ever reach him.

Similarly, we have a problem in that Edward can't hear Bella's thoughts. As a result, even when Bella shows up, she can't stay outside the city/in range of Edward's gift if not his person, as he can't hear her think and wouldn't be able to recognize she's alive. Moreover, Edward's so fucking focused on killing himself dramatically, that he's not paying attention to thoughts around him, who might happen to see Bella's face but would likely think nothing of it. Edward's not looking for her.

The only way they can stop the suicide is if Bella runs and manages to catch him in time. It's not about pushing him out of the way, it's about getting there just in time to say "WAIT, I'M ALIVE, DON'T KILL YOURSELF".

Which is what fortunately happens.

What Alice doesn't mention is Edward's a little in love with the idea of killing himself over this. So, it's not shocking that nothing else will stop him.

Which yes, means she ultimately risks Bella's life, takes her to the den of the enemy, so that she can save Edward and does not make this clear to Bella.

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I just realize you're the only person who point out that Felix and Kagami would be just as in the wrong for hiding the truth from Adrien. Most people I know puts the blame entirely on Marinette and like yeah, I get it it's really bad she would keep something like that a secret from her boyfriend but at the same time how do you deal with that big of a burden?

If it were up to me, I'd make her deal with it the same way like in the Dragon Prince with how Rayla tries to tell Callum and Ezran about their dad being dead but idk, maybe it's not the same with Adrien so it's unfair.

I'm just irritated at people who blame Marinette just cuz she's her gf and not at the adults like Nathalie or Amelie, Marinette's a child, what about Felix and Kagami? They care about Adrien too right?

Yep, it's somehow all Marinette's fault even though Felix knew for all of season five. He knew before then, too, but at least you could argue that he was fearing for his life in previous seasons. As soon as he got the peacock? No excuse. Especially since he got the peacock by trading away Adrien's freedom. A thing he arguably didn't even need to do since I don't think anyone believes that Gabriel would have said, "No" to only getting all of the miraculous. Felix just offers up the ring without even waiting for Gabriel to ask for it. A master negotiator this boy is not.

To add even more insult to injury, season five gives Felix a subplot about informing freaking Kagami and faking her amok. A girl he literally just met gets the treatment that Felix arguably owes to Adrien after all the shit Felix has put him through. You can't even argue that Felix did it because Tomoe isn't a threat on the scale of Gabriel. She's literally a co-conspirator in season five and Felix knows that because Kagami wouldn't be a sentimonster if Tomoe wasn't involved. And Tomoe has always been written as far more hands-on than Gabriel when it comes to controlling her kid, so this isn't even a case of Felix picking the easier target. He doesn't care about easy targets or subterfuge since he, you know, kidnaps Kagami in front of her mother?

But does anyone in the fandom seem to acknowledge that? No and I really don't get it. If hate must be assigned to a character and not the writers, then Felix deserves so much more hate than Marinette.

Kagami isn't innocent either. She knew the truth for about half of the season and yet she doesn't seem to care about telling Adrien. At the same time, she's fine outing Ladybug's secret identity and fine telling Marinette everything, none of which is done in the name of justice. Kagami does it all for purely selfish reasons. To me, this was as much of a character assassination as the whole Kagami believing Lila thing even though Kagami should know the truth about Lila after the Oni-chan incident (Lila faking the kissing picture and texting it to Adrien's contacts).

Then there's Nathalie. In my opinion, Nathalie's redemption is a joke and one of the key reasons for that is how little she cares about actually saving Adrien. At no point does she tell him the truth even though she knows she's dying. She could have very easily died much sooner than the final, leaving Adrien to obey Gabriel's commands, never knowing that he was being controlled. She doesn't even try to find someone else to guard Adrien's ring. She just maintains the status quo and pretends that everything is fine while occasionally asking Gabriel to pretty please change his mind and think of Adrien? Please?

Lady, you literally pinned this man to a table at the start of the season and you are his second in command. You know all his secrets. You have access to everything. You have the power to take him down. You have the power to save Adrien. You are an awful, awful mother figure who put Gabriel's wants above Adrien's needs right up to the very end. Did you even think you had a chance to fire that cross bow or was this just another, "I'm totally helping" feel good moment to assuage your guilty conscious before you died?

And Amelie. Oh, Amelie. If you hate what Colt did to your son, then why are you idly standing by while Gabriel does the same thing to your nephew? You know that Felix has the peacock, so he's safe from being snapped. Why aren't you encouraging him to help Adrien? Or, if you want to keep protecting Felix, then why don't YOU go to Ladybug and Chat Noir and tell them that Gabriel is behind everything? Surely you have to know that Felix isn't safe as long as Gabriel has all those miraculous, right? Gabriel knows that you and your son know everything. A terrorist knows that you're a chink in his armor. Why aren't you terrified by that?

In summary: yeah, Marinette should tell Adrien. It's totally fair to be mad at her. But dear God, she should never have been put in a position where she needed to tell him because one of these four should have done it long before the end of season five! The fact that Marinette was put in this position in the first place is terrible, nonsensical, illogical writing. So go ahead and be mad at Marinette, but you sure as shit better be just as mad at the people who knew everything and did nothing, leaving a teenage girl to face it all alone while bearing the safety of the world on her shoulders.

[yandere-fics]

Wish I had like a real idea, but something smutty with Abigail sounds fun ^^ like a sparring lesson (aka discourage darling to stop being a knight lesson) gone wild or smtn, idk, I'm technically ace

(I am also technically ace, I'm demisexual. I forgot the prompt and wrote Abigail marking the shit out of her darling.)

♡ Abigail Marking Her Darling During A Sparring Session ♡

You despised your boss, it was her fault really. She had been the one to start this feud, you had previously looked up to Dame Parley as much as the next knight and yet the beast always seemed to find some flaw with your stance, the way you swung your sword, the way your living quarters were arranged, anything she could pick apart was a justification for you never receiving knighthood. You understood that the knights of the Parley squad were held to a high standard but this seemed needless. Normal knights who didn't fit the standard were transferred to a lower squad within a few months but you had been within her squad for a few years at this point, with her constantly refusing to transfer you.

Then it was no surprise to anyone when you demanded to spar with her late at night in order to prove to her that you deserved to be a knight. She of course sent everyone away, not wanting anyone to disturb your lovely little date, not that you were aware of those intentions. Still this was the first time you had chosen to be around her, and you'd picked such a romantic time for it. She'd wanted to go easy on you but you were just so cute which lead to the current predicament.

You, panting and flushed, pinned under her after she knocked the sword from your hand and you tried to retrieve it. You really were just too eager to fight her weren't you? Her sweetheart really just looked too perfect like this. That was until you started crying, oh you really were breaking her heart.

"Why do you hate me so much, Dame Parley?" She bit back a shiver as you said you name so sweetly. Normally you said it with such vitriol, but tonight you were just too vulnerable beneath her. Fuck she needed you now.

It came as quite a shock to you when she tossed her sword to the side, engulfing your lips in a scorching kiss, her knee gently rutting against your crotch and her hand grabbing both of your arms and pinning them above your head.

"Mmmh, you taste too good sweetheart, I can't believe I denied myself of this for so long." She looked like she was going to eat you alive as her other hand slowly unbuttoned your uniform shirt, seemingly taking your silent shock as approval of her actions. Her mouth attached itself to your neck like a leech, like she'd die if she didn't leave her mark on you in some way.

"D-dame Parley, what the fuck are you doing?" You could deny that it felt good but this was supposed to be a sparing session to prove your worth. Was this some sort of freaky torture to show you just how far beneath her you were? You could have sworn she hated you.

"Shhh, just let me get my fill, we have hours before anyone wakes up." Yeah that didn't exactly answer your question, though when you stumbled back into your tent in the early morning with shaky knees and a neck covered in proof of her through loving, you realized your boss had completely different intentions for you. Fuck you really should have transferred sooner.

[thechaoticdruid]

The Bite Scene

Pairing: Named F!Tav x Astarion

Notes: Felt bad about not posting a fic in a while and had this old draft lying around so I thought I'd share it with everyone. Before actually posting anything on Tumblr I was working on a long fic about my Tav, Winnie but eventually I ended up abandoning it because I got frustrated feeling like I was rewriting most of the in game dialogue and also ended up getting focused on The Spawn Vs The Ascendant. So basically this is a rewrite of the bite scene with Winnie!

C/w: Blood, blood drinking, suggestive content

That night Winnie tossed and turned on her bedroll, sweat beads dripping down her forehead as her mind raced with memories of horror and death. Terrified faces of people she once knew were etched into the back of her head. Then suddenly she awoke in a pant, barely having enough time to compose herself before a new threat made itself known.  A figure stood over her, red eyes glowing in the dark. 

“Astarion?” A look of shock spread across her face as she glanced up to see her rogue companion, his mouth wide open and a pair of long pointed fangs were clear as day. It all made sense now. Astarion was a vampire!

“Shit……” Astarion backed up as he noticed Winnie was now wide awake.  “It’s not what it looks like I swear! I wasn't going to hurt you! I just needed….Well blood….” 

“Well that explains why you murdered the hunter.” Winnie narrowed her eyes at him slightly, “I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner, gods I feel so stupid.” The red eyes, the pale skin, all the hungry stares, it all made sense. Hells they had even found a dead boar a day earlier with holes in its neck! Winnie honestly felt like a fool for not noticing those teeth on day one!

“It's not what you think! I'm not some monster. I feed on animals, boars, deer, kobolds, whatever I can get, but it's not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so weak. If I just had a little blood I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.” Astarion looked into Winnie’s eyes with such a sad, pitiful look. 

Is….a vampire literally giving me puppy dog eyes as he asks to drink my blood?

“You could have told me about this.”  Winnie frowned. Despite everything the druid still wanted to trust her companion. She had grown fond of him even if he was an asshole. He was clever and witty and gods damn it was so hard to find someone who appreciated her dark sense of humor instead of just backing away slowly.

“Honestly I didn't think you'd take it too well. At worst I was expecting you'd ram a stake through my ribs.”

“Oh no I would never do that. I'd decapitate you. I'm nothing if not accommodating.” The human female gave a playful smirk. 

“Ah….How thoughtful of you…” Astarion said with a nervous laugh. 

“Luckily I trust you but I wish you'd trust me as well. We do need each other after all.” Winnie stood up, crossing her arms. The vampire blinked in confusion. The druid's response was pleasantly unexpected. A small smile spread across her silver haired companion’s face.

“I do trust you. And you're right we need each other. I need you alive and you need me strong. And there is no better way to keep me strong than to make sure I'm well fed.” 

“My blood isn't something I can just give away carelessly. I kinda need it, you know…” Winnie looked off to the side, a little unsure. Accepting that your companion is actually an undead creature of the night is one thing, but letting him drink your blood was a big risk. Winnie trusted him not to harm her on purpose but she knew well enough vampires couldn’t always control their hunger and a starving vampire would surely prove even more unpredictable.

“I'll only need a taste. I swear.” The tone of his voice sounded soft, almost sweet as he looked at her with round pleading eyes. Winnie bit her lip and her heart sank a little. Gods damn him and his stupid pretty face. 

“Fine, but don't go too far.” Winnie said.

“Of course, I shall only take as much as I need.” Astarion grinned, red eyes trailing over Winnie’s neck. “Let's make ourselves comfortable shall we?” Winnie before laying back down on her bedroll. A shiver went down her spine as he slowly knelt over her, eyes filled with hunger. 

A cool palm cupped the druid's cheek, tilting her head up and exposing her neck. Astarion's mouth watered at the sight, his tongue flicking over his fangs as he leaned in closer.  

Winnie closed her eyes and braced herself, her body shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. 

She waited anxious for what felt like hours before finally a sharp icy pain pierced through her neck.

“A-Ah…” A soft cry of pain left her lips as his fangs sunk into her flesh. Winnie’s left hand gripped onto his shoulder, her teeth gritting until eventually the initial pain subsided, replaced by numbness. The druid's heart was racing and the only thing she was able to process was the sound of sucking. She felt very conflicted, despite the pain she'd been enduring she also felt this pleasant feeling. An intimate feeling. Almost as if he was merely kissing her neck instead of feasting on her very life force.

Astarion was swept up in the moment. Her blood was absolutely intoxicating, so sweet and rich. The vampire had never tasted anything like it. It was pure ecstacy. So wonderful. Gods, he never wanted this perfect moment to end. 

“S-Stop…..” Winnie spoke up, she was beginning to feel dizzy. Astarion however seemed lost in bliss and continued his onslaught on her neck. “That's enough!” She said sternly, mustering what strength she had to grab hold of the back of his head and yank hard on his hair.

“Hmm!?” Finally the druid was able to get his attention. He pulled back with a gulp, “oh…o-of course.” Breathy pants left his lips as he savored the taste of her blood. “That…..That was amazing..”He breathed, eyes dazed as he ran a finger over the blood trailing down his chin, collecting some and sucking it eagerly off his digit. “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong…Happy…”He let out a bliss filled sigh.

“Well I'm glad I could help…..Ugh…” Winnie groaned, feeling her head spin. “Hopefully you'll be in a better state to fight soon then?”

“Shouldn't take long now, so many people need killing. Now if you'll excuse me, you're invigorating but I need something a little more filling.” Astarion glanced back at the human with a sly smirk before stepping off to walk off into the dark. “This is a gift you know, I won't forget it.”

The druid could barely sit up as she watched him stalk off into the night seeking his prey. As his form faded from her vision so did everything around her. Darkness taking her in it's sweet embrace.

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: I had another part written that takes place just before this. If you'd like to see it posted let me know!

[bloogers-boogers]

Kyle Brofloski/Eric Cartman & Stan Marsh/Eric Cartman

/mixed feelings/ part 1/3

Summary: After Kyle breaks up with Cartman he begins to have seconds thoughts about his choices after realizing Cartman's new developed feelings for Stan

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"I'm telling you, dude. Cartman doesn't like me," Stan kept insisting after being interrogated by his best friend mid bathroom break.

He zipped up back his pants and went to the sink soaking his hands with soap and water.

"The way he looks at you, Stan, is how he used to look at me," Kyle hissed, placing a hand over his chest, "you got to believe me and be careful."

The raven boy gripped the bridge of his nose, "Okay, if and I'm just saying IF Cartman were to like me why do you care?"

Kyle mouth almost drop as he eyed Stan in disbelief by that solid question, "because.. because- it's Cartman!"

"Dude, you know I would never like him back if that's what you're worried about," his best friend commented casually as he grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands up.

"Why would I ever worry about that fat piece of shit liking someone else!" Kyle snap back defensive, cheeks were red as Santa's coat, "if I broke up with Cartman, it's because I realized sooner or later that relationship was going anywhere but to a mental clinic! I got some of my sanity back." Kyle blurted out as he paced around the bathroom, crossing his arms and facing away from Stan.

"O–Kay," said Stan nonchalantly, already done with the conversation. He walked towards the door and before he could push it open Kyle snapped, hugging him from the legs

"Please, Stan! I beg you, don't date Cartman!" He cried out pleading, burying his head in the soft fabric of his favorite grey pants covering it all with snot.

"God, alright! Jesus christ," Stan screamed baffled, as he had his arms extended up in the air not knowing what else to do.

Ofcourse Stan would never do that to Kyle, that's against all bro codes, and mostly being remotely interested in Cartman. It was actually quite offensive for his best friend to believe he even had that type of low standards.

Though, he didn't think Cartman could develop some sorta thing for him, yes, they had been hanging out more. But it's mostly due the fact of his break up with Kyle everthing was just so tense between them that they started drifting apart and hanging out separately.

"I won't ever date, Cartman," he forcefully promised, rolling his eyes by the annoying and unnecessary confrontation.

Kyle sniff, standing up and looking at him slightly more relieved, "promise?"

"Promise," Stan gestured the door, "can I go now?"

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"Do you want some of my fries, Stan?" Cartman offered by batting his eyes in a innocent manner.

Stan was left speechless, Cartman would never just offer food to anyone. He felt Kyle glare through his skin from the other table, he was already regretting sitting with Butters, Clyde and Cartman today.

He arched a brow, "What're you scheming, Cartman?"

The boy huffed, "wow, I can't be a good friend cause you think I want something in exchange? That offends me, hippie."

"I thought you wanted to be nice to Stan and see if you could go out on a date with him, Eric," Butters slipped up naively.

"Shut up, Butters!" Cartman snapped, flustered.

Okay, maybe Kyle was right after all. Stan's eyes widen in shock.

"Uh, yeah, I'm leaving," he stood up abruptly but Cartman grabbed his arm.

"Look, I really don't want to lose the only friend I have apart from Kenny," Cartman said desperately, Stan could see in his eyes that he genuinely meant that.

Stan felt pity how their group ended because of some shitty middle school romance, mostly for Cartman cause he is the most affected negatively considering they'll pick spending time with Kyle over him.

He sighed, "alright, fatboy. But just cause I'm no longer with Wendy doesn't give you the right to make moves on me or do any of your weird shit," he warned before letting go of Cartman's grip and leaving his tray on top of the trash bin being followed behind by Cartman; like some energetic puppy.

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Stan looked at the white board during class, his brows were knit together tight. On one side Kyle glare at him cautiously, on the other it was Cartman who looked at him in a dreamily manner.

This situation was gonna drive him nuts, there couldn't be a possible solution for all this could there?

Kyle was too stubborn to admit he still has feelings for Cartman, always had, he's just being stupidly in denial about. Even though he was the one to initiate things with Cartman and funny enough the one to end it after three weeks in.

Surprisingly Cartman was taking their relationship seriously, and indeed was in love with Kyle. It wasn't shocking to hear Cartman cry his guts out to Butters and Kenny about it, about how Kyle broke his heart demolishing every ounce of humanity left in him. Which was an exaggeration, but still, he understood why Cartman was so upset. He also understood what it's like to have your heart broken, so he tried comforting him in his own way at some points.

He really didn't do anything wrong, it was all Kyle's denial and acceptance. So it didn't feel wrong to blame Kyle for it, this time.

Kyle beforehand had been talking about being insecure of their relationship during the start of it all, and in the middle of said relationship was contemplating the possibilities and outcomes if it were everlasting. It's not like he didn't warn him to not worry about it too much, Kyle was always an overthinker. He reassured him that only time will tell, but that was never enough to ease Kyle's worries, ironically the only one that could calm that cloudy storm of his own crooked mind was Cartman.

Somehow even being mostly the outlet of Kyle's anger he was also the one that could mellow him down quickly when it came to random outbursts, like water to it's flame.

Would it be odd to compare Cartman to water? Not entirely, water could be anything at anytime, it's a liquid that could either be salty or sweet. It's beauty is captivating but just as it being captivating you could also drown, it can be deadly or chaotic.

Water could be rivers, oceans, ponds and even lakes.

Like a river it could be calm and fun even if that meant it could easily lure you down to a deadly trap like a waterfall, but like a lake it could trick you into having a nice time while also potentially leading you to a dangerous aftermath, like parasites or being sucked by blood drinking leaches. But, trails of water could also lead you to safety, security; when you're lost or need of guidance.

A pond with a beautiful exterior giving such a relaxing, admiring view to it all while also hiding in it's depths a possible dark secret laying around, being a perfect hideout for a corpse or dunking illegal weapons inside, potential links to countless crimes.

Let's not even talk about the ocean, so big that if you dive in too far you'll get lost, in a almost never lasting end. Waves strike you hard and is use as some barrier, a warning to not dive further.

But many never listen, diving in until it's too late to look back.

The weather constantly changing in there, so dangerous, so cold in it's nights. Yet the reflection of the moon shining against it making it all look magical. Still, we cannot live with out water. A mixture between beauty and horror.

Survival and guidance.

Calm to it's disaster.

Cartman was water to Kyle's flame.

Fire on the other side is known to be destructive, chaotic when it's spreads. But it's useful for protection, alerting, signaling help or killing parasites from raw food, keeping you warm, a comfortable outlet when used properly, help heal wounds and possible infections. Fire is a beautiful sight, the blossoming colors that'll drawn you in and want to try convincing you on putting your hand inside and take the pain just for the experience or possibly live pass it, immune; which is never a good thing.

It's beauty is a cover for the true nature that rises from flames and sparks.

People see fire as something entertaining, spiritual, some attempt to walk through a path of flaming rocks or jump pass it. To be one with fire or for mere fun.

The fact that fire is so knowingly of being destructive yet people find ways to play with it, get closer to it. Says how much it could be dismissed by it's damages. After all, fire is never to blame when it comes to the people that provoke it.

Or maybe he was just thinking too much? Now the raven boy wonders if spending much time in the literature club with Cartman was finally getting him.

He shrugged those thoughts away, trying to focus in class and ignore both his friends stares.

He clenched his hands while trying to not drift his sight on to one. He knew well enough to not get entangled between the two archrivals conflicted tension, but if felt inevitable by the position his lead in to.

He glanced at Cartman who blushed by being caught immediately looking the other way, attempting to act like he wasn't being so damn obvious on sending him mix signals of a possible crush.

Next —

[chaisshitposts]

https://www.tumblr.com/glitterdoll888/731171618843508736/the-void-state-is-fake-think-about-it-the-void

Please may ik what this means? Is it fake??because noooooo

SHEESH what a read... I... Bruh, my brain meats are fuckin' fried after that because technically they're so real for that— perhaps the word 'fake' is what might be freakin' ya out, I do, however, agree though that since the void is you and like... Oh my god I don't even know how to explain it, my head is wrappin' around their words because I understand what they're sayin' but I can't describe what I want to say 😭

I guess I could start off by sayin' that... the void is definitely an experience and that experience is often associated with instant manifestation, pure peace, pure love, and all the other good stuff. which is all based purely on the assumptions made about it, mostly comin' from others or ourselves. collectively, people believe in the void, have an idea of the void, and what it can do, as well as what it is. sO the void itself is simply an assumption. which is exactly why we can still manifest the impossible without the 'void state' simply on belief/faith alone... GAH, I'm rippin' my hair out rn as I type this

man... this post for me all fucked up now... ayo @glitterdoll888 you've really got me stumped here, but now I'm more fascinated than ever because holy shit.

this reminds me of the whole 'sleep paralysis demon' thing people had on TikTok, where one person said they have a sleep paralysis demon and so other people adopted that 'experience' and made it true for themselves or when people were tryna shift to the Saiki K. universe but kept gettin' 'kicked' out because other people said they would get kicked out by Saiki K. himself. holy shit holy shit holy shit, I need to go lay down... the void is only real because we assume it's real... WHY DOES THIS MAKE SENSE??? why didn't I fuckin' realize this sooner? IS THIS WHAT MY GODDAMN SUBCONSCIOUS HAS BEEN TRYNA TELL ME?!?

[thedawningofthehour]

Helloo!! I havent finished the latest chapter yet, but the second part of Galois‘ perspective made me wonder!! There was a choice to be made for Donatello, had he submitted to Draxum right away, he would have lived on as Donatello. Would Draxum still have changed his memories to that degree?? As in, would Donnie think he was raised by Draxum orr would he have only manipulated him to make him believe he was willingly working with Draxum. Im guessing, had he joined Draxum sooner, he wouldnt have his scars on his wrists and ankles, so there would be no story of him being held captive by the foot, would there?? Anywayy, gonna enjoy the rest of it now

I'm trying to remember what I even thought in the beginning. Draxum wasn't going to completely rewrite him if he didn't have to, but thinking about it I definitely think he would have done something. I mean, come on, he's smart. And he obviously understands and respects how smart Donnie is. So he knows that he can't underestimate Donnie, because Donnie can and will wreck his shit.

Likely, Draxum would have cast the second part of the spell that made him super agreeable and unable to doubt anything Draxum told him, just to sort of tweak his moral compass (lol, Donnie's moral compass spinning wheel of doom) and ensure his loyalty. This was a lower intensity spell and he wouldn't have needed Hypno for it. He might have erased Donnie's memory of that day, just to keep him from getting fussy about the whole 'arm-breaking and welding you to a table' thing. (but that's fairly easy to do, and easy to explain away) He probably would have cooked up some story about rescuing Donnie from X villain and then taking him home to treat his injuries. Maybe he would have still blamed the Foot, they were a convenient scapegoat.

No, he would not have his scars, those are there because Donnie basically degloved himself. It wasn't even a single injury, it was a thousand of little ones all stacked up on top of each other and then were prevented from healing because he kept reinjuring himself. If Draxum had been able to take them off within the day he would have had some marks and cuts, (Donnie had more strength to struggle at first, plus he was on painkillers while Draxum healed his arm so he might not have even realized he was hurting himself) but they would have been healed pretty easily. If Draxum wiped his memory of the previous day he might have said Donnie was out of it and thrashing around while Draxum was trying to treat him and needed to be restrained for his safety. (which happens-my mom tried to fight the dentist when she had to get a few teeth pulled)(she lost btw) He would have let Donnie tell his family that he was alright, if not where he was. Once he felt confident enough in Donnie's loyalty to allow him to communicate more regularly with his brothers and maybe even see them in person, he'd spin some story about only intending to treat Donnie's wounds and send him home once he was out of danger, but they got to talking and just struck up such an understanding or some bullshit like that. His original plan had a secondary goal of changing the minds of the other turtles, but that was more of a bonus thing. He only needed Donnie.

[baddoggylore]

Arven x reader (you saved me let me save you!!)

[HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This will contain heavy themes. Depression. Thoughts. Mental breakdowns. Panic attacks. If you are not comfy please don't read I'll make another one without it being sad! Final warning. SPOILERS FOR SCARLET/VIOLET]

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No one's pov

When arven found out his mom/dad died long time ago and there AIs took there place, Arven was hurt very hurt. While he said he was fine and his head was clear you could tell he was still struggling in a dark place in his mind and you didn't want him too be in the dark cloud of circle that you were in.., you knocked on his dorm and he yelled "come in!" As you walked in you could see he wasn't happy..., you could tell he's been crying and felt lonelier then he probably ever did when his parents left him. "Hey Arven are you doin ok..?" You asked walking too him as he sighed "too tell the truth I'm not sure..., I just feel like something should've been done- I feel like I was the reason they left" "......Arven.....you know that's not true.., sada/turo just let themselves get absorbed in there work forgetting they still had a kid.., like the AIs said they still loved you. They probably were overworking trying too finish something that could be seen as impossible.." you said too him as he started sobbing "I know I said my head was clear but I just don't understand why they did what they did. I want them back but I know they ain't coming back..." he said trying too calm down as you hugged him and held him as Mabosstiff came on the bed cuddling you both "Arven shit happens and sadly you can't control it.., I know you deeply miss them and I get it...I think maybe you should take a break and rest your mind, talking about it can help but it'll hurt, just do stuff that makes you happy too get your mind off things for a while. I'm here for you arven so is our friends and Clavell.., they care about you" ".....thank you [Name]" he calmed down hugging you and you accepted it...

A year has passed and you found yourself in that same place but more deeper.

Finals were coming up and you were already stressed as it is, you had recently fallen out with another friendgroup, that had constantly had mayor problems and you didn't wanna say anything because you trusted someone and you were one of there "friends" that they would talk too about others but you found out they've been shit talking you and said some horrible things especially about not being able to control your emotions around them, you didn't know why, you were attach too them before and begged for there attention so much you even had a crush on them but you didn't act on it and realizing you were only being used hurt and you didn't wanna believe it but here you are. In your bathroom having a panic attack sobbing uncontrollably, those thoughts swirled your mind "abandon them" "stay" "useless" so much you had soo much stressed on you and you felt like an outcast , sure you had penny and Nemona but Nemona was wayyy over the top wanting too battle, very loud and not giving you space. Penny wasn't good either, she didn't talk much and while she listens too you she doesn't comfort you at all because she doesn't know how, you can't blame her...,

Arven noticed you been missing class a lot and have been failing classes, Arven got worried and skipped class for the day goin too your dorm, once he opened the door he heard your voice coming from the bathroom , he quickly realized it was a panic attack and tried too open the door "[Name]! Open the door please!" He could only hear your muffling words of "don't come in here please I'm not worth it" it broke him...you've been there for him and he didn't realized your mental breakdowns your tiredness , lack of eating Or any signs, you had been masking it and he feels so horrible for not realizing it sooner

"Please listen too me [Name]. Your worth so much please open the door I can help you but if you don't open the door I can't save you. You saved me let me save you!!! " after that it made you snap out of it and opening the door and getting tackled into a tight hug and being picked up taking too the bed and being sit down on it while Arven helped you threw a panic attack trying too calm you threw it and when you finally calmed down Arven held you tightly "I'm so so sorry I didn't see it sooner..." "Arven I didn't want you too worry you were having Trouble with your mental health especially after so much I couldn't let you save me..I wasn't wo-" "shut it! Yes you are! [Name]! I love you ! I can't lose you too...your my little buddy I'm so sorry you've been like this and I should've seen the signs sooner yet I didn't, I can't let you stay like this. I'm staying and I'm goin too make you food" you were gonna protest but you realized one thing..

"You love me...?" You said , arven noticed how weak your voice was especially from crying it broke him but he nodded "when you helped me saved Mabosstiff I had started developing feelings for you.., I never expressed it because I didn't think it was a good time.., maybe it's not a good time either—-" "I love you too arven.., I always had , I wanted too protect you while trying too manage myself I'm sorry you had too be the one too find me having a panic attack.." "......did you have thoughts?" "Not all the time..I had some but I pushed those away but I've been stressed so so much I forgot too focus on myself instead of others.." you spoke truthfully as he started to make you a meal "after this we are goin too Clavell and seeing if I can keep you with me for a bit." "Arven I'll be fine-" "no excuses your staying in my dorm for a bit so I can keep an eye on you"

"Arven...I'm greatful for having you as a friend" "boyfriend actually" "..." "well-I- I mean if you want t-too-" "thank you for being a good boyfriend.." he blushed embarrassed but smiled and when the meal was done he gave you the meal and watched you eat pulling you close..

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You missed having someone care for you..

He missed having someone care for him..

You both love each other and care for each other..your both are perfect..