#I'm not a moron; i understand why people warn people

[iwaasfairy]

You’re right about how people should mind their own business. I would like to add that sometimes it is necessary to inject into a relationship, especially toxic relationships. Because some ends in murder, or trauma, or a baby. Plus a teen ends up with a high school teacher is nasty (that’s the only part I disagree with you/unless if the teacher is in their 20s, but it’s weird) If two adults are happy in a relationship, then people should let them be.

Ok, I don't know why people try to read between the lines of things I said, even tho I know you're just commenting on the post- I'm not talking about relationships where a crime is being committed. I'm not talking about abusive relationships. I'm not talking about minors with adults. I'm not talking about people who are being forced, or being assaulted, or where a crime is taking place. I specified that in the post.

Two consenting adults. Two consenting adults making a choice to be together, and existing online. That's what I'm talking about.

The teacher thing I was referring to was a story of a hs gym coach in his early twenties who never had contact with his future wife in school. He happened to meet her after she was already out of high school. No grooming happened. No illegal shit. Just a consenting adult and a consenting adult, but people felt the need to start calling them out for being happily married years after the fact, when they weren't even so much as talking about their relationship. They're both in their thirties now. They were just a couple existing online.

And like I said, you're allowed to think it's weird. I also think it's a little weird if someone in their mid twenties wants to date a 19yo. But that's exactly the thing I was saying, ok. People infantilize young women, and then deny they're doing it.

You want to tell me a 21yo is old enough to vote, work, drink, drive, fuck whoever they want, go into sex work, have a baby, adopt a child, get their entire body covered in tattoos, get tossed into big adult jail, buy a whole house and get criPPLING debt

but not to date another consenting adult?

Really. Really? And you don't think that's sort of insulting to the young woman in question? All that, but you think it's ok to harass her because she's dating a 29 year old? If you think that's a little silly, then you agree with the point I was making.

And if you genuinely think "yea that's how it should be", then I just don't. agree with you. People only do this to young women. They only do this to women, not to men. It's degrading and gross and anti-woman.

[miguelhugger2099]

Eye for an Eye

Summary: Miguel rescues you in an ugly way. A/N: my guilty pleasure is sometimes i wanna be saveddd Warnings: Brief suggestion to sexual harrassment/assault, a bit of violence.

Somehow in the year 2099, most people didn't understand that Spider-Man in this age didn't follow the famous "no killing" rule that the original Spider-Man upheld in the Heroic Age. Most people meaning criminals.

Spider-Man, even when saving people from falling from skyscrapers or punching Public Eye scum in the face, if pushed to his limits- he would kill. This was his rules, his timeline, his Nueva York and if some pesky criminal wouldn't understand that then he'd get rid of them by any means.

So where do you come in all this?

Despite your efforts at secrecy, in the dead of night Spider-Man would often escort you home after work or if you had gotten into trouble with some purse snatcher. Other times, he'd sneak in your apartment window after a long fight, wanting to see you and have you patch up the wounds that would take a little more time to heal.

Spider-Man had revealed to you that he was actually Miguel O'Hara, the handsome stranger that had seemingly bumped into you more and more often after your very first encounter with Spider-Man. Having already been in an established relationship, you felt your heart drop at this major secret.

A part of you was angry at him for not telling you. For revealing your feelings about Miguel to his alter ego Spider-Man and making a fool of yourself. For all the nights he cancelled seeing you without explanation-something that put a strain on your relationship for a while. 

However the other half of you was drowned in worry. So all those times his masked covered face had come in to see you, bloody and bruised while you fixed him up, it was all him. He could die, you told him. Why would he do this to himself?

"I haven't been good all my life," He groaned while you pressed a damp cloth to his wound one night. "I think of all this as repentance for being a shocking moron in my earlier years."

"There are other ways to repent. Like donating to charity or some confession booth at a church. Not some...Not risking your life." You could barely look at him, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to fall while it clouded your vision. 

"I'm not religious." Miguel replies. "It wouldn't mean anything with these in my body now. They'd probably still send me to Hell regardless." He lifts his hand, his talons auto extracting from his fingertips and he feels the bile from his stomach stir, an urge to vomit at the disgust of himself.

He forces his talons back into his fingertips so he could tilt your chin up to face him. His thumb caressed your cheek to wipe off a stray tear that had fallen. "I'm sorry I put this all on you." He whispers.

You shake your head. "You're stupid, I always knew that," You sniffle and Miguel bites his cheek so he doesn't smile. "But I could help you better now. I...I know who you are and everything makes sense now, we could-"

Miguel stops you by shushing you. "No, no, no. You're not helping me anymore." Your heart drops again.

"What do you mean?"

"This is the last time we'll see each other."

Your jaw drops this time. Eyes that widened in shock now turn to anger. "Shock, Miguel. I knew you were an asshole but breaking up with me after revealing your secret identity to me has got to be one of the lowest things you're doing."

You lean away from him, bloodied and dried cloth thrown at his chest. "I was useful when you could just pop in whenever? No strings attached–was it fun?" You scoff in hurt.

Miguel grits his teeth. "No, carajo, it's-it's me-"

"Don't bullshit me Miguel with that it's not you, it's me rhetoric." You cross your arms tightly to your chest.

"It's dangerous!" He barks back.

"Like it wasn't dangerous before?" 

"It was! That's why I can't come back! I can't let myself lead them to you!" Miguel sits up and grabs onto your shoulders tightly and gives you a firm shake. His hands shake as he holds you, his head hanging. "This...this power of mine. I...it can lead so many of those assholes to you." He whispers. "I trusted you enough to come here, which I hate myself for. I should’ve never involved you in any of this.” Miguel’s hands fall from your shoulders and down your arms to grip your hands in his. “I’ve already put you in so much danger. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I’d do.”

The feeling of his talons pricking your skin and the sight of his fangs leaking a drop of his venom made you think maybe he did know what he’d do. He would just really want to avoid it.

“Miggy,” You say softly. “How about you let me make that choice? Now that I know, it doesn’t scare me. Do you know why?” You take your right hand out his grip to cup his cheek. His tired eyes look up to yours, nostril dried with blood and a scar on his forehead that surely needed bandages.

“Because I know you’ll protect me. You’re Spider-Man.” You lean in closer, Miguel under your spell. “Let me help you. That’s my decision. In return, if I’m ever a damsel in distress, I hope you’ll help me.” You give him a small smile and his hand covers yours on his cheek. He squeezes your fingers. “I promise.” He swears. Miguel always kept his promises even if he stumbled on the way. So when he went to visit you after his nightly patrol, he didn’t expect to see your entire apartment in disarray. His mask phases off his head, scarlet eyes wide and panicked. He gulps down his fear, muscles tense as he steps into your room. Blankets and pillows on the floor, some slashed and stuffing being poured out the seams. Your desk that held photos of you and your friends had also fallen to the floor, glass shattered and frames broken. Miguel takes another quiet step outside of your room. Your entire living room was a mess. Your couch had been moved and cut in half, lamps cracked and more photos on the floor. His heart stops when he sees blood in the kitchen. Some of the knives had been taken and another wave of fear splashes down his spine. It was clear there had been some sort of resistance with whoever took you. Whoever took you. Who took you? Miguel feels the fear morph into rage, his mask phasing back on his head. “Lyla. Scan this place.” He growls. His AI assistant glitches into existence, her eyes behind her pink heart shaped glasses full of worry. She begins phasing in and out of different places while Miguel lets the anger fester in his body. HIs talons on his fingers and feet itch to come out, to be sharpened for whatever poor soul’s flesh he’ll rip into. His fangs seep out his paralyzing venom, his tongue licking off the excess. Lyla appears in front of him, more meek and smaller compared to her usual upbeat and sarcastic nature. She knew there was a time and a place. “The blood isn’t hers. They most likely knocked her out since there’s no trace of her own blood around. Fingerprints on the knife handle are hers. No other DNA samples could be acquired.”

Miguel walks towards the entrance of your apartment. His hand grazes the door frame that had been split apart. Lyla appears next to him. “Forced entry, probably by foot. There’s some traces of wet soil–mainly seawater. I’ve tracked several fishing ports–most in Staten Island.” She displays holograms of different spots, standing tall by his side while he skims through. “Did you find a match on the blood?” His voice rumbles. “Negative, Miguel. None in the criminal database, including The Raft. Looks like this is the work of someone new.” Miguel grows furious. He roars as he punches his hand through the already destroyed couch. Some novice wants his attention so badly, he’s willing to piss him off for it. Miguel swings out of your place and searches the entirety of Staten Island’s fishing ports until he finds the one he was looking for. You don’t know where you are but you can feel everything. A sash was wrapped tightly around your eyes, some rope or zip ties held your wrists together and your ankles to the chair you sat on. You felt the pounding of a headache when you woke up. The last thing you remembered was one of the intruders lifting his gun and slamming the barrel down on your temple. They grew tired of you after reaching into the kitchen to protect yourself. You held them off well but you were still just one person. The sash had been lifted from your eyes and you groaned when a bright light of a lamp shined in your face. While you squinted, you could make out at least three people in front of you.

“I’m sorry about my men. They’re still a little new. You know how it is when you get trainees for a new job.” The one in the middle speaks, you noticed he also is the one that took off your sash. “What the hell was the point of all this? You just kidnap random people from their homes?” You glare up at the man and his two puppets. “Streets say you’re good friends with Spidey.” One of the smirks. “Had one of these guys watch him crawl in your window like some squashed bug.” You scoff softly, rolling your side to the side. “So what?”

The man in front shrugs. “Either you’re his whore or you know him. So which is it sweetheart?” He rests his hand on the back seat of your chair and leans in close to your face. “Who is Spider-Man?”

You licks your lips and stare back up at him, choking back the stretch his breath was. “I don’t know.”

He grins. “Hm. So you’re his whore. A special one at that. He doesn’t appear in just anyone’s home so what services do you offer him in exchange for some protection? Do they apply here? Baby, I can protect you too.”

He’s sick, your mind screamed. You struggled against your restraints.

“Shock you.” You spit on his shirt and he lands a hard slap across your cheek.

He mumbles a string of curses before grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him again. “Don’t forget who’s in the shocking chair, sweetheart. Your hero ain’t here so be a doll and shut the hell up.”

Your chest heaved up and down in deep breaths to calm your scared heart. You feel your cheek stinging and it didn’t help with this rotten man’s fingers digging into your skin.

Your silence pleases him and his other hand reaches down to your knee. “I don’t wanna hurt you, sweet thing. It’s just one simple question and I’ll let you go.” He lies. His hand rides up your thigh and your leg tries to kick him away from you but he just grips you tighter. “I don’t know.” You plead hoarsely. “I know, I know. So you say.” Out of the corner of your eye you see one of his men snatched into the darkness with a clawed hand around his mouth. Miguel. The guy in front of you digs his nails deeper in your skin and you can feel the scratch. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.” You whine at the pain, pursing your lips to keep yourself quiet. “See, Spidey’s head goes for millions of dollars–money you can’t even comprehend so if you could do your community a favor of just letting us in on some intel on the son of a bitch; that’d be great.” “You wanna kill him?” You ask breathlessly, looking to the other side to see another newbie being hindered, his neck tilted to the side while some teeth bite into his flesh. His body slowly lost consciousness and was also dragged into the darkness silently. “Most of Nueva York wants that guy dead. All the ones on top but I’m dirt poor, sweetie. It’d be a disservice for the hero to not let me kill him. Shouldn't he give to the poor and needy?” He sighs, letting go of your cheek so both his hands rests on your upper thighs. You feel your skin crawling and try to move away as far as you can in your seat. “But you don’t know anything do you? Then I’d be doing a disservice by throwing out some useful goods here, don't you think?” His grimy hands grip your hips, looping his fingers around your jean belt loops. Before you could even think, the man is instantly ripped off of you by his shirt. He’s thrown back on his side, skidding as he comes to a halt. Spider-Man towers in front of you, his back facing you. You could still see the rage oozing from his suit, shoulders and muscles tense and claws out. His chest rises and falls with each jagged breath, the only sound coming out of him.

“Spider-Man!” The man growls, stumbling to get back on his feet. His pistol had slipped from the back of his jeans, sliding away from him. “Dammit–Darrell! Fernando!” He calls to his two men but he freezes. On the floor are both his associates, one’s clothes ripped apart with claw marks on his chest, the other with his jaw slacked open and two puncture holes in his neck–a strange mixture of blood and another liquid oozing from the wound. He lets out a strangled scream as he looks back up at Spider-Man. His tall frame stalks over to him but the man crawls to find his gun. Before he could grab it, Miguel stomps on the man's arm, giving a satisfying crack to his bone which the man cries out painfully. While he writhes on the concrete ground, Miguel grabs onto his broken arm and lifts him up–he screams, trying to push Miguel away. “You wanted to kill me?” Miguel growls, his voice deep and menacing. The man pleads for his life and another set of footsteps come from behind. “Shoot him!” The man yells as Miguel looks back over his shoulder. The rest of the group comes up from behind Miguel, raising–what Miguel considers pathetic–guns up to his face. The eyes on Miguel’s mask squint slightly and just as quickly, he turns with the man in his hands and uses his body to protect himself from the onslaught of bullets. The man’s entire group fires and every single bullet pierces into his body, splattering blood on the ground and Miguel’s suit. Miguel makes sure that you weren’t hit at any moment. Miguel tosses the limp corpse to the side and pounces into the group, attaching his fangs into some man’s neck while his talons ripped along his arm to let go of the rifle he was holding. Chaos ensues and they all begin shooting at one another in hopes that one shot could land on Spider-Man. Miguel’s claws ripped apart limbs and skin, every single hand that raised against you was littered to the ground. He continues to swing and jump around, letting everyone get lost in the confusion before tearing through chests and stomachs. His rage knew no bounds at the moment. He had planned to just come in secretly while he still had a part of his mind. Get in, use his venom, take you and get out. But when he saw what that scum would’ve done to you, touching you, gripping onto you–he lost his mind. Even with Lyla’s brief protest, Miguel couldn’t help but want to tear him apart. So he did.

It wasn’t often Miguel had to be reduced to such measures but everyone had their limits. By the time it was over, he barely noticed how silent it had become. His ears were still ringing, he felt like he was underwater as he gulped in heaps of air. “Miguel!” He hears Lyla yell at him. He snaps his head to where he heard her voice, blind rage melting when he sees you still in the chair. He sees Lyla with her arms crossed, her little foot tapping angrily in mid-air. Lyla had done her best to cover your sight and hearing of the crime Miguel had done with holograms of whatever–surely it was much nicer than watching Miguel gnaw off a piece of someone’s throat. Miguel glances at his hands stained and dripping with blood. He wipes them on his legs, hoping to get it off him before you could see. He falls to his knees in front of you with a soft whine of your name and his mask phases off. “Lyla, blur the room.” Lyla does as told and lets you see him. Your eyes are concerned and scared. “Miggy…” You whisper, feeling the trauma set in. “I’m here, I’m here–I told you I’d protect you, yeah?” Miguel uses his talons to cut off the zip ties from your wrists and ankles that were digging in your skin. Once you were free, you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped into his arms. Miguel fell back but made sure to hug you back, his arms going around your waist while his other arm went up to cradle your head. He buried himself in your shoulder, breathing in the mixture of your natural scent and the scent of the man. He growled and held you tighter. He’d do something about that smell.

“I was so scared–I didn’t know what to do–How did you find me?” You babbled as you finally felt safe enough to sob and cry. “Don’t worry about that. You’re safe. You’re okay.” Miguel reassures you, kissing your temple and cheek, pulling away gently to brush your messy hair away from your face. He wipes your tears with the back of his hand, unintentionally leaving a bloody mark. “Shit..” He mumbles, ashamed and pulls his hand away. You stop him, holding his hand back to your cheek. You just wanted to feel him, his warmth. You weren’t stupid. You knew what happened when Lyla put up holograms that blurred what you weren’t supposed to see. You didn’t care. May they rot. “Thank you.” You whimpered. “Thank you.” Miguel presses a kiss to your forehead. “Always. I’ll take you home.” “But, my apartment–” You try to speak as Miguel moves to hold your body in one hand while he swings on his web with the other. “Not your apartment. Mine. My penthouse. I’m never leaving you out of my sight again.” Your arms were securely around his neck. He was still tense but much less before. You tried to look back down but he squeezed you tighter– he didn’t want you to see.

For tonight, he’d take care of you just like all those nights you took care of him.

[normansnt]

As you've likely seen by now, I've been reblogging nearly every Hazbin fic you have, which I apologize if that bothers you at all. I simply see a lack of the x male reader department for this show, which is ironic considering mostly all the characters are queer and so are the creators. So thank you for what you write and how well you write it! I was hoping I could make a request for a part two of a fic I rather liked "(Vox x bar tander!Male reader)" this one specifically. The reader left off having their soul contract bought and offered to be a bartender at the Vee's private bar, and I was wondering what would happen from there?

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THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

Im really sorry it took so long😭

Also THANK YOU SO MUCH for the reblogs is doesn't bother me at all IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WRITING💗💗

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I THINK IT TURNED OUT PRETTY GOOD😌

ENJOY READING LOVELY PEOPLE

Warnings: Attempted Rape, violance V@lentino

Habit of saving

as a thank you pt.2

Vox x bartender!male reader

"I just dont fucking understand why the fuck you prefer the company of a lowly bartender over mine"

You hear Valentino's yelling from the other room, again.

This was not uncommon. Since you became the bartender in the Vees manor Vox visited the bar more often than before.

You guys spent hours talking and just because of the drinks either, he barely drunk anything cuz he was busy talking to you.

However, this of course annoyed Valentino. He wanted Vox's attention purely on himself.

"I don't." Said Vox, you know, like a lier.

"Work has just been really stressful lately and I need more drinks than before."

This was all lies. But Vox was not in the mood to be taking Valentino's shit, he would much rather go get a drink with you.

"Bullshit, I know how your work is and you blame everything on it, you dont even want to fuck me anymore are you a fucking moron do you know how many people want to get with ME."

And here he goes again. Vox was a little embarrassed though. It was true that since you arrived he was never in the mood to do it with Val, but he found himself having much more sex dreams with you.

He got red at the thought of that.

"You know what, I don't fucking care, go be happy with your boy toy; but don't you dare forget that you are where you are because of me." Ended the Argument Valentino as he grabbed a bottle from above your head, and walked out of the room.

You were silent during the whole argument. You knew it was not smart to start defending Vox you tried that once and, well, Vox had to stich you up afterwards.

"Care for a drink, sir?" You asked Vox. He was still, just standing in the middle of the room looking at the door.

He felt weird. Well, not weird, happy. But that was strange. Usually he felt guilty or annoyed when Valentino stormed off after a fight, usually he wanted to go after him. But not now. Now he felt...calm. Relieved even. He really wanted to sit down and have that drink with you.

"Yes, I would love a drink, and I've told you multiple times to call me Vox."

"Yeah I know but I didn't want to risk Val still hearing it." You chuckled.

"So, the usual, Vox?"

"Obviously." He answered back.

"Are you ok?" You asked as you poured his drink. You two were close enough for this not to be an awkward question. You were the bartender, you have comforted him after a night of drunken crying and put him to bed multiple times. He always asked you to stay. You never did. You just didn't feel ready yet.

"Getting better by the day, his antics don't affect me as strongly anymore." He commented calmly.

"I'm glad." You gave him his drink and you two continued talking.

And you talked, long into the night. Vox got a bit drunk again.

"All right mister I think it's time to get you to bed." You said smiling softly as you were about to jump from behind the bar and help him to his room.

"I can take care of him." Came a creepy calm voice from the door way. You saw Valentino.

He had a fake smile on his face. You knew this was trouble but he was kind of your boss.

"All right, sir." You just answered quietly, as Val took Vox and started to take him to his room.

"What-no, you-- (Y/N)--I, don't"

Vox mumbled drunken.

When they left the room you had a silent debate with yourself.

Yes Val was your boss. But you knew that taking advantage of someone while they're drunk was not below him.

"Fuck it" you mumbled to yourself as you jumped from behind the bar and tried to quietly run after them.

Thankfully you found them when they were about to enter the room.

When they got in you made sure to put your foot between the door and the frame so it doesn't close.

You peered into the room and you saw Val throw Vox onto the bed.

"You fucking whore, you couldn't keep your hands of the cute bartender boy could you."

He started angrily as he stepped onto Vox's screen, breaking it. You already wanted to barge in there when you saw this but when he started unbuckling his belt, thats when you snapped.

You jumped on Val, literally. And while the man might be powerful he had close to no muscles so he crumbled under you.

You knew you had close to no chance of winning. But you didn't care. You had to save Vox.

You tried to cut off Val's breathing by holding onto his neck for dear life. You might have been physically stronger he was still an overlord. A very powerful one.

You expected to be thrown down onto the floor any minute when the struggling finally stopped.

Your eyes opened widely as you hurriedly got off of Valentino.

You started panicking. What the fuck did you just kill an overlord? No, no there is no way he is so powerful why didn't he stop you.

You kneeled down and checked for a heart beat.

When you felt faint beating a boulder fell off your shoulder.

"Thank fuck" you commented to yourself. He probably just passed out.

But still why didn't he stop you.

You thought about it a but when it hit you. He was probably batshit drunk himself. You saw that when he walked away from the bar he barely managed to walk straight.

You were still panting.

You looked over at Vox and a strong feeling of sadness filled you.

You stepped over Vals passed out form and lifted up Vox.

He was lighter than you thought. You carried him all the way to your room where you knew you had a first aid kit.

Sure you could have just bring the first aid kit to him but you were not going to leave him alone with Valentino jot even for a second. Not even when they're both passed out.

After you put Vox's screen back together and batched him up you laid him down onto your bed.

This gave you time to think things through.

Even you couldn't explain to yourself why you cared about Vox this much.

Its true you have become very close during your time working here.

But there are people who you have known longer yet do not love as much as him.

...love?

You love him?

"(Y/N)"

While you were occupied with your thought you didn't notice the time. It was morning already.

"Yeah, Vox?"

"What the fuck happened?" He asked as he started touching his patched up screen.

You told him everything. You also told him that you will very likely have to leave because once Val wakes up...you don't want to know what he'll do to you.

"He can't do anything your soul is mine you are under my protection." He said firmly. He sat silently after that. Like someone who is contemplating something.

"Can I ask you something?"

He asked after a long silence.

"Of course"

"Why did you save me?"

This surprised you.

"Well, I mean I know what Val is like and...I just did what any normal person would do really-"

"No. You know no one in hell would to that for the demon that owns their soul. Not to mention this was the second time you saved me."

"...I honestly don't know why I did it the first time; I guess I just felt like...I dont know"

"And the second time."

You couldn't answer this. You knew the answer but you didn't want to say it.

"Well, you are a nice boss you treat me with kindness and-"

"No one would attack a powerful overlord just to safe their boss who is just 'nice'; try answering truthfully this time."

Well fuck. You knew Vox was a smart man but that didn't help you in this situation.

"I..." you didn't know what to do. You could come up with another lie but he would detect it no problem.

"I love you" you blurted out before you could stop yourself. The moment the words left your lips you smacked your hands onto your lips.

"I'm sorry sir I will leave-"

Vox took your hand in his when you wanted to stand up and pulled you towards him.

With one swift movement he placed his lips on your in a tender kiss.

You have never kissed a screen before but you were pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be like this.

His lips were soft but cold. It was an amazing kiss.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere." Said Vox while he let out a little chuckle.

"Because I love you too."

[rainbowsillz]

Their voicelines about you.

FT. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia and Malleus. + Rollo.

Synopsis: The boys sharing their comments regarding with you, some can be sarcastic, otherwise it's cool ♪

Warnings: None!! Wholesomeness overload <33

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Riddle Rosehearts

— About you?

“...A question to me? Are you asking to how I think about Yuu? My first impression of them? Well, they are hardly polite if I had to say, with them colliding against a housewarden that is. Yes, I am referring to when they tumbled on me during the beginning of this year. It was admittedly too much. They are a handful to manage. And keen, no doubt about it.”

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Leona Kingscholar

— About you?

“Oi, what's this? An interview about that herbivore? Did they pay money to you for this? Are they brave for me? I guess? Or moronic since normally no one would be able to handle overblots. It hurts my ego every time I wonder how I lose to them. If that lizard gets beat up like the rest of us, I will be grateful. I can't wait for that day— so I can sneer at him.”

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Azul Ashengrotto

— About you?

“About them? I fail to understand the point of this topic. They are incisive, hilarious and tactful. Outsmarting others was one thing but me? Me? As much as I dislike to speak this out, they are doing nicely being a prefect on our school grounds... Oh my? You don't believe in me? I am genuine. I haven't scar anyone, have I? You have my word at least.”

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Kalim AI-Asim

— About you?

“I have been wanting to tell you that! They are carefree, unique, a person you can rely on. Night Raven College wouldn't be the same without them. Please, tell them how much I care for their happiness. Yuu is an honest friend, and them being magicless doesn't change anything. We should look up to them even! Strive to be willing to confess we are flawed.”

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Vil Schoenheit

— About you?

“Curiosity? What was it that you stated? The supervisor for Ramshackle dormitory? They are skilled in encouragement, diligence, unluckily due to being appointed by the headmaster without proving if they deserve their status beforehand. Some people gossip about them. Ah, do not worry about it, I squashed any complaints they have to that already.”

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Idia Shroud

— About you?

“They are like the main characters of a shonen manga. C-could they be? Because the dorm leaders like them, some just wouldn't reveal they do. I have the data from Ortho to confirm my observations. I steer clear from them mostly though, they always are around with extroverts.. I prefer my room to them. Are we finished yet? I'm — leaving so bye...”

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Malleus Draconia

— About you?

“My treasure? An intriguing idea. They are fearless, doesn't mind my ramblings about gargoyles. I was invited by them, it made my heart filled with anticipation and I am rather fond of their remarks. If I am any more selfish I would wish to cage them up inside a tower so that I can preserve them forever. Alas, it's too cruel for them, isn't it? I suppose.”

꒰ ꕤ ꒱ ─── Rollo Flamme

— About you?

“Their decision was unsavory, why must it be Draconia? And what does he have that I do not? It plaques me how obstinate that clueless sheep is. Magic users are notorious, insidious, when will they learn? If only they agree to let me whisk them away from that concept. For I, Rollo Flamme, would not treat them as their Headmaster Crowley does.”

[peterparkouryo]

a summer in new york¹ | ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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prompt; You and your parents spend the summer in New York. You make new friends (and enemies) during your time there. Also, yeah, you meet a boy.

warnings: fluff

word count: 1.3k

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School is just another word for prison, you'd like to think so at least. It sounds bad, and that’s because it is. You hated the “educational” building you were required — no, forced to attend five days a week for ten months, mainly because the students were fake as shit and there was always drama. 

If there was an opportunity for a school to be based solely around a reality tv show, you're sure yours would be the first option and the perfect kind of scrutiny any kind of audience would tune into everyday.

The one and only good thing about school is the every once in a while breaks. Winter break was your favourite but the break that took the cake, had to be summer. Three months free of a draining, time consuming and stressful academy. Not only were you excited for this particular summer but you were a senior, a graduate so that meant no more high school for the rest of your life.

A truly humbling resonation.

"I should cut my hair, like a cute little bob." You hear your friend, Michelle blurt aloud as she scrolls through her phone, most likely on TikTok.

"It wouldn't make sense with your face shape." Your other friend, Cece points out from next to you. Michelle rolls her eyes and places her phone on the booth's table.

Michelle and Cece were your best friends, and only friends. You met Michelle through Cece when the three of you were in grade school and ever since then, you all were inseparable. All sounds very cheesy and silly, but that's quite literally how it is. Cece was more of a mother of the group, and you only gave her that role because when the two of you first met, she stuck up for you when a more privileged girl made fun of the fact you weren't as prosperous as her. Michelle was the more undeveloped of the group, only for one of a million reasons. She was fourteen. A freshmen, while both you and your other friend were well in your senior year.

But it didn't bother you at all, because at the end of the day your friendship was something special, a kind of bond that not many people would ever come close to understanding.

"What are we doing after graduation?" Cece looks at you as you take a bite of your very mature for your age chicken tender.

"College in august." You shrug.

Cece gives you a unamused look, before glancing at Michelle who laughs at your very vague answer.

Cece had the most beautiful dark skin, it was smooth and pristine. With the way she carried herself, anyone could mistaken her as a goddess on earth. She told you once before when she her and her mom took a family vacation to South Africa, that men there fall to their knees for women as beautiful as her, which you found weird because she was fifteen at the time, and you're sure the men who "fell to their knees" just for her, were probably — or more appropriately, way older. 

Michelle on the other hand, was a Bulgarian whose accent faded from time spent in America, her skin was tan and her hair was dark brown, like the kind of dark brown that reminds you of chocolate, with a hint of fading red since the girl loves to dye her hair. 

"I meant like during the summer, moron." 

You look over to Cece, before trailing your eyes to Michelle, your bottom lip retreats in between your teeth nervously.

The girls thankfully, don't catch onto your sudden febrile behaviour, but you knew at the end of the day, you were going to have to break their hearts with the news your parents shared earlier that day.

"I can't." You sigh and run a hand through your hair, looking down at your plate as you feel two pairs of eyes boring almost burning into your skin.

"You can't?"

"Why?"

You tilt your head up, your eyebrows raise, glancing in between your two best friends as they await your answer.

"Because, I'm going to New York for the summer." You look down at your acrylics, tapping the table with your index finger. Michelle snorts as Cece continues staring, silently, but you know that's just her odd way of processing news told to her.

"New York? Girl bye." Michelle laughs at your words, you give her a glare as she continues to find humour in your information.

"I'm serious, my parents got family down there or whatever." You argue.

Cece sighs in what could only be described as a defeat, disappointment and devastation. Michelle shakes her head and glares at you. "I wanna go." She pouts and you smile with a quite laugh, but you remember, she's a underdevelopment teenager.

"You can't, I said family vacation Michelle." You make sure to emphasis the word 'family' as your friend sticks up her middle finger.

"You said you had family down there," She retorts and you pick up a fry and throw it at her. "Same thing!" Michelle laughs as she dodges the fry, picking it up from the table and eating it, which you grimace at, your face morphing in disgust. Her gross behaviour wasn't anything new, but it still unsettled you whenever she did anything such.

Your other friend was oddly quiet, and it was fine, not bothering you most of the time, but when typically, Cece only grew quiet when she's fighting a difficult battle in her own head. A habit you and your younger friend tried to break her from many times, but to no avail.

"You okay Cee?" Your mouth falls into a fall frown, looking over your friend carefully, because the wrong kind of question could set her off.

She nods, but you're unconvinced, so you take the risk to push your concerns.

"You sure? You're scary when you're quiet."

"I just didn't think you would be leaving to a different state, for three months mind you." She shrugs as the waitress comes over to check on you three, and Michelle tells her you're all ready for the bill.

"I know, but we're literally going to the same college this fall, plus I'll FaceTime you both every single day, you'll get sick of it." You reassure her, taking a hold of her hand and giving her cheek a quick kiss.

Cece raises her eyebrow at your affection. The girl is no stranger to the behaviour. You often have a flirty friendship from time to time, so it's not an out of character thing for you to do. She sometimes enjoy it, but only if you're not wearing sticky lipstick or lip gloss. Her pinky raises to your other free hand, and you hold up yours as soon as you get the hint. Both your pinkies wrap around each other with a quiet promise.

"Can you two stop being lesbian and get the hell out the booth so we can go to the bookstore?" Michelle breaks your cute moment between you and your older friend as she puts on her jacket.

You and Cece laugh at her impatience, but you slide out of the booth as well as your friend, throwing on your jacket. You look down at the table once you do, your face in an obvious confusion, turning your gaze to your younger friend.

"Did you pay?"

Michelle nods with a smile.

Cece shares a look with you, but before you two could get a word out, the younger girl holds up her finger in defence.

"I literally just got my first paycheque, you should bow down to me for spoiling you girls." 

You shake your head at the invitation of worship. "Girl shut up, let's go." Cece rolls her eyes and walks past the both of you, exiting the diner as you two trail behind her towards your car, or more so, your parents’ vehicle.

You round towards the driver side, getting into the car, sitting in silence as you wait for your two better halves to settle in.

After a few seconds of two successful car slams, you start your car and pull out the parking lot of the diner, driving to the first red light. The older friend in the passenger seat turns on a shuffled playlist from her phone, the first song being a Beyoncé one you enjoy.

"Aliayah lives in New York, right?" Michelle quizzes from the back seat.

"Mhm." You nod at the mention of your other friend.

The light turns green after an eternity, and you press the gas, continuing your journey to the only bookstore in your godforsaken town.

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[maralarsen]

He is my misfortune 🎀

~Lorenzo Berkshire x reader~

WARNING: cursing

°Nepriateľ milovníkov°

Fluff

Summary : You unhappily end up tutoring a boy who brings you more misery than life itself

• |Reader is in Hufflepuff

• | I plan to make another part/parts. But I don't know if you will like this part, so I'll see 🎀

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Lorenzo Berkshire. A lot of people think of this name as a smiling face of a boy who is always positive, laughing and sometimes even kind. The only thing that comes to mind with this name is disaster. Everywhere he goes something always goes wrong. Either I'm unlucky with him or I really don't know anymore.

For example, my Hufflepuff friends and I were in Hogsmeade. It was cold, so we went to the Three Broomsticks to warm up like every student at Hogwarts. A pleasant atmosphere prevailed there, at least I felt pleasant until I saw his face. At that moment, I sighed and realized that another problem was on the way.

We sat down at the table next to his. And why ? The reason was clear. Berkshire wasn't sitting there alone, he was there with his crew. For my friends, it was literally a feast for their eyes. I don't understand what they like about guys who just drink, smoke and change girls like socks.

That's not my type at all. I'd rather have some nice boy who likes to cuddle, go on cute dates, buy me flowers and..."What the f*ck?!" I was snapped out of my reverie about a boy who might not even exist by the boy who was the most annoying to me. nerves. "Sh*t Berkshire watch out! Great, I'm all wet now," oh of course who else but Berkshire could have tripped over his own feet and spilled butterbeer on me. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, this really wasn't on purpose," Berkshire apologized with a smile on his face.

I heard how his friends started laughing in the back, especially Malfoy, another icon of the school. I wanted to cry. I don't understand why he always has to do this to me. "I said sorry, don't be so relational, it's just beer, it will dry out," I looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes, it will dry out. But it's your fault that it's wet!" I stood up and left the room. Why does he always have to do this to me? Fool. I got on the first carriage I saw and went back to the castle.

This happened about a month ago, I'm currently sitting in the library completing an assignment on herbology. I really don't enjoy this subject, but somehow I still manage it. Unlike Berkshire. Whatever he is, I feel sorry for him. He's been sitting here in the library since lunch, and I can see he's still doing the same thing, with a herbology book spread out in front of him.

During that time, I managed to make elixirs, astrology and now also herbology. Maybe I would help him, but that's what he needs. Unfortunately, the butter beer cannot be washed off. He's lucky he covered my old sweatshirt and not a new one.

Curfew is in a moment. I pack my things in my bag and I look at Berkshire, but he is already looking at me. Why is he looking at me? Better do your homework, moron. I smirk, take my bag and leave the library.

The next day I enter the greenhouses, as I expected, I had a good homework and so did the others except Berkshire. "Mr. Berkshire, I don't want to worry you, but you're failing Herbology," Mrs. Sprout said sternly. Berkshire didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the ground. "Are you going to do anything about it, Mr. Berkshire?" the teacher asked him. "

Well...I...I don't know..." Mrs. Spraut just sighed and announced: "Mr. Berkshire, I suggest that someone tutor you. He will tutor you for 3 weeks, 2 times a week. And I already know who ." She suddenly turned her gaze to me. Wait. NOT. He probably can't be serious. After all, one more moment in the same room with him, and that boy will set my hair on fire with his happiness.

"M...Mind..Mind me?" I stammered back to her. "Huh? Do you have a problem with that Mrs. (y/l/n)???" "Um, no?" I replied, more of a question than an answer, "excellent! You can leave at the end of class!"

What on earth did she dip it in, and why me? I ran out of the greenhouses into the corridor to make it to the next class. "Hey! Wait!" "oh god what do you want?" I turned to face Berkshire. "Wouldn't you like to go...ah!" I reached for his shirt and pulled him to the side "You were standing in way, Lorenzo," "Oh, thank you." So wouldn't you like to go for a beer with me? We could..." "No! There's no way I'm going anywhere with you anymore. The last time you had a beer in your hand, it ended on me. So no!" I said even before he could finish the sentence and I turned to leave "Jesus, you're terrible," he said with a laugh in his voice "but I still don't like you!" I said and went into the corridor.

As I expected, it happened. He chased me. "Why are you following me like a lost puppy?" "I was waiting for you to calm down," I looked at him in disbelief. "You're kidding, aren't you?!" "When was I kidding," he replied with a grin. I swear if that boy was closer I would slap him. "Oh well, well. So what do you want so urgently that you're chasing me," "I just wanted to ask about the date of the first meeting," he said quietly. "Why didn't you ask right away?"

"Because you didn't let me talk you into it?! Did you!?" that bastard... "When is convenient for you?" I asked him with a sigh. "Whenever you want, I can do it any time," "Then Wednesdays and Fridays. I want to have peace from you during the weekend," "Mrs. (y/l/n)'s order!" he turned and left. Oh god it's going to be a month.

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• | This is my second story so I apologize for any mistakes + English is not my first language ✨

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

sorry this took so long to put out (T⌓T)

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍...

you manage to get lost on your way home, you unintentionally get yourself caught in a sketchy science experiment...yikes. you wake up in a foreign land (or shall I say planet) that filled with 8-10ft tall blue...creatures?

dictionary: skxawng - idiot/moron | tìnfu - silence | tsahík - female clam leader/healer | olo'eyktan - clan leader | sky people/person - human |

can also be found on wattpad: @lovinqmils

warnings: fem reader, ooc, use of y/n , loads of insults, sfw, follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing), mention of weapons

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

PART 4: “FRUSTRATION” 2.3k words

"thank you!" you smiled as you graciously accepted the bowl of fruits neteyam offered.

"so...what brings you here?" neteyam asked, sitting on the couch beside you.

"i figured lo'ak would be in trouble, but when you and spider didn't show up, i was...uhh...you know, disappointed...i guess," you said, fiddling with your fingers in embarrassment. you didn't realise how clingy you sounded.

suddenly, a loud noise from the other room interrupted neteyam's reply.

"i'm good!" lo'ak called out, holding onto the doorframe as he stumbled out of the room. "oh, hi, y/n!" lo'ak flashed a grin and sat down next to you.

"..are you okay? what were you doing in there?" you questioned, lifting an eyebrow in amusement.

"oh yeah, about that...my dad prohibited me from hunting & flying for a month, so I decided to practise so when he sees me next, i'll look like an expert!" lo'ak exclaimed, dramatically looking off into the distance.

"now I understand why you're always in trouble," neteyam sighed, shaking his head disappointedly.

you all spent hours continuing the conversation, laughing at stupid jokes and teasing each other relentlessly. this was the best, no, the only way you knew how to have fun with your friends. you acted like this on earth, so it was no surprise you were like this on pandora.

"why...why are you two laughing like that?" neteyam asked, exhaling as he finally caught his breath from (what he thought) was a hilarious story of yours.

you and lo'ak were curled up on the floor, cradling your stomachs as you laughed.

"sh..shut up, you skxwang!" lo'ak playfully replied,

"boys, you better not be messing around!" the stern voice from outside caused you both to shoot off the floor.

'why didn't I think of this!? why did I stay for so long!? I'm going to die! it's over for me!' you frantically looked around the house, desperate for a way out.

as if reading your thoughts, lo'ak tried to comfort you by saying, "don't worry, the worst they can do is send you back to the lab!"

you ignored your friend and ran straight into a random room of the house, holding your breath fearfully as you prayed not to get caught.

jake walked into the house, neytiri & her daughters following close behind him. lo'ak and neteyam stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, staring silently at their father.

jake glanced at the spare bedroom, which had its door wide open, and sighed, "girls go to your room." neytiri looked at her mate with confusion; she, kiri and tuk had only run into jake on the way back from their day out, so she had no idea what was happening.

once kirk and tuk had got out of sight, jake turned to the spare bedroom and firmly called out, "y/n, come out."

your whole world froze, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach; indeed, it was over for you now. you bit on your tongue and reluctantly walked out of the room.

"...wait outside, I need to talk to you." you immediately followed jakes request, lowering your head in respect as you practically ran out of the house. you stiffly stood outside the sully residence, too embarrassed by the harsh stares of the elderly na'vi below to move from your current position.

"what was a disgusting creature like her doing in my house!?" neytiri's furious shouting caused you to flinch, but intriguing you nonetheless as you moved closer to the door to eavesdrop.

"she's our friend...and we weren't doing anything dangerous!" lo'ak retorted, though he dared not raise his voice at his mother.

"i'm pretty certain I forbid you both from any sort of social interactions outside of your expected responsibilities," jake angrily replied.

"I am the one to blame. it's my duty as the eldest to watch over my siblings; I failed to do so and even disobeyed you myself. So I take full responsibility." neteyam apologised, stepping forward in front of lo'ak.

"how dare either of you let someone of such a filthy and despicable species step foot into this household!" neytiri 's hateful words wounded a special place in your heart. you had known about neytiri's extreme dislike for humans beforehand, but you couldn't help but feel upset after being described with so many insults.

jake placed a reassuring hand on his lover's shoulder before sending his two sons back into their rooms with a powerful glare that said, 'I'll deal with you later.'

you stood paralysed with shock as you heard jake tell Neytiri that their whole family must leave the omaticaya and seek safety in a nearby oceanic clan, as the RDA is hunting them, which could endanger the entire clan.

"I don't understand why we have to bring the girl with us; she serves us no purpose." neytiri sighed, rubbing her temples.

'I'm going with them!?...is that what jake wanted to tell me...?'

"y/n can breathe the air on pandora without a mask, and if she were captured, she'd surely be researched. which means that the RDA could obtain the device that allows them to breathe freely."  jake explained (though he'd never admit it); he was afraid of the possibility of exopacks becoming useless.

'is the fact ill become a cheap science experiment not valid enough!?' you scoffed in disbelief.

"how do you know the clan will accept her? if she is rejected, are you planning to go somewhere else?" neytiri asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. she could barely tolerate being around you. let alone the idea of her whole family revolving around you wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

"various islands surround the clan, so we can invite a couple of scientists to look after and live with her."

jake's words caused your heart to drop to your stomach, was his alternate plan seriously making you spend the rest of your life on a remote island with scientists!? as the tears welled in your eyes, you felt your frustration building until you couldn't take it anymore. you clenched your fist and ran back to the lab, not daring to look back.

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"...i know they don't like me, but to ignore that his children and i are friends is so...insensitive!" you groaned. you were lying in florence's lap, bitterly explaining your side of the story as she drew in her 'research journal'.

"i think he's just putting his family first," florence responded, leaning over to grab another colouring pencil.

"yeah, right!" you scoffed, "does it not bother you that he's pretending he wasn't even human? he was born and raised on earth, whether he likes it or not; that's the truth."

"jake's probably trying to forget about his old life and focus on his new one." florence reasoned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"i'm trying to complain bout somebody! stop reasoning with them," you huffed, "have you seen spider? he would agree with me," you hadn't heard from spider since the 'incident'; you ran off as soon as help had arrived, so you didn't see where everyone went.

"about that..." florence started, awkwardly clearing her throat. "the recom squad...kidnapped him."

"what!?" you exclaimed, sitting up and turning to look at florence. "why did nobody tell me!? why is everybody so calm!? why has nobody gone to rescue him!?"

"enough questions! y/n, there's only so much we can do. their location and motives are unknown." florence exhaled, "he'll be okay. spider is a strong kid."

"...ehm, uhh florence? is...uh...y/n in there?" you shifted your attention to the lab entrance at the sound of jake's voice. his voice wasn't firm; instead, he sounded...embarrassed?

florence stood up and mouthed the words, "do. not. move." she then walked over to the door and welcomed jake into the lab. "I'll give you two some privacy," florence smiled and left the room.

"I already know what you're going to say," you mumbled, angrily fidgeting with your fingers. "don't stress yourself. you won't have to be around a 'disgusting creature like me' for much longer. I'm perfectly fine staying with florence."

"neytiri doesn't mean it. she has a bit of a...grudge against the sky people because of the war." jake responded, kneeling to make eye contact with you.

"sky people? it's so aggravating to hear you deny your humanity! sorry to break it to you, but nothing can erase the fact that you are a human!" you shouted. you knew his life was none of your business, and you overreacted a bit, but you've said too much to back out now.

"was. i was a human. I'm not one anymore." jake corrected, letting out a frustrated sigh as he stood up.

"whatever you want to believe," you scoffed, "but you can rest easy because I'm not going anywhere with you." you got off the floor and angrily walked to your bedroom.

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"why do ikrans have to be so uncomfortable!" you complained, twisting and turning as you tried to find a comfortable spot on neteyam's ikran.

"shut up! at least your small enough to lie down," lo'ak groaned, slowing down to ride next to you and neteyam.

"will you two skxawngs ever stop fighting?" neteyam sighed, shaking his head in exhaustion.

"I'm not even sure if I'll be allowed to stay. so i need to annoy lo'ak as much as possible cause i might not get a chance to do it again," you explained, flashing a petty grin at lo'ak.

"if they don't let you in, what do you plan to do?" kiri asked, peering out from behind lo'ak.

"your dad said i'd live with some scientists on a nearby island. which is a really exciting life plan to look forward to!" you exclaimed, sarcastically smiling.

"dad! my butt hurts...are we there yet?" tuk whined, pouting slightly.

"tuk, you've asked that question five times in the last 10 minutes. does it look like we are still travelling!?" lo'ak groaned, looking at the intricate structure of awa'atlu. the water was clear, beautifully displaying each animal and plant that resided in the ocean.

"tìnfu!" jake shouted, tugging on the reigns (??) of his ikran as he prepared to land on the approaching island.

"you ready?" neteyam asked, glancing back at you as his ikran landed on the shore of the Metkayina reefs.

"...i wanna go home," you whispered, jumping off the ikran and onto the soft sand of the awa'atlu.

"i know, so do i," he replied, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.

the people of the metkayina clan started to take notice of their new visitors. judgementally, pointing and gossiping about you all. You unconsciously started walking backwards, trying to keep your distance from the crowd.

"what is it? is that supposed to be a tail?" a young metkayina boy mocked, pointing at neteyam's and lo'ak's tails. the boy had a braided bun that eventually connected to his queue.

"is that a tawtute?" you heard someone exclaim.

"what's a human doing here?" someone else shouted.

"it's so...ugly!" you felt somebody roughly pull on your hair; you uttered a painful 'ow' before tugging away to look for the culprit. unsurprisingly, it was the same boy that mocked neteyam and lo'ak before, and he was already mischievously smirking at you, you could tell he'd be a problem in the future.

you had zoned out for most of the conversation between jake and the metkayina tribe leaders. you kept your focus on the sand below, hoping that if you counted enough grains of sand, nobody would notice your presence.

"what use would the human be here? we already have two! at least they provide some help!" the tsahìk, ronal proclaimed, inspecting every inch of your body before making eye contact. "whats wrong now? does she not have the ability to communicate?"

you 'd failed to greet ronal with the 'oel ngati kameie' gesture, which is how you'd start a conversation with somebody more respected that you. which led her to believe you didn't understand her.

"...no! sorry! i didn't know if it'd be disrespectful to do the...gesture, cause I'm not like..." you nervously apologised.

'I'm such an idiot! now they probably think i don't respect them...'

"what use will you be to us?" ronal asked, fiercely staring into your eyes.

"...uhh...I can...no I'm.." you looked at jake for assistance, but he only motioned for you to answer her question.

'I hope I'm still a good pickpocket...'

"I'm..sneaky?" you held your hands out, showing five separate items. two daggers and three armbands. you cleared your throat, "i mean, my swift movements will be helpful against enemies."

the na'vi you had stolen from gasped in shock as they checked their bodies and realised their belongings were in your hands.

"...here, you can take your things back," you spoke, placing the daggers and armbands on the sand below you.

"toruk makto and his family will stay with us," the olo'eyktan, Tonowari proclaimed, "as well as the young human girl." he gestured towards you. "teach them the way of the water, so they do not have to suffer the shame of being useless."

"thank you," jake and neytiri bowed their heads in respect, sighing with relief.

ronal placed a hand on your shoulder and said, "you have potential, so don't become a burden."

you gave her an assertive nod and replied, "i appreciate your kindness tsahìk, i will be nothing but helpful."

the moment ronal was out of sight, you turned to lo'ak with a playful grin plastered on your face, "that was smooth wasn't it?"

"that was so cool!" you gave him a high-five and giggled playfully.

"neteyam! wasn't y/n so cool," lo'ak asked, quickening his pace to catch up with him.

"youre such a show off" neteyam rolled his eyes "...but that was cool!" neteyam laughed and slung his arms around you and lo'ak.

"your arm is so heavy! get off," you jokingly (though a part of you wasn't lying) whined, however your complaints drowned out by lo'ak's and neteyam's teasing laugh.

'i could get used to this!'

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i hope you enjoyed it! now we are onto the main plot i will finally have more ideas (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[md-confessions]

Trigger Warning for abuse since I am going to be talking about it a lot.

My honest reaction to TSM anon's confessions/posts trying to justify J's treatment of N. (They're so ass)

Ok so uhh... Anyway I'll try to debunk some of the points:

First of all: yes the fuck she is abusive! Search the damn definition on Google or the dictionary, it's exactly what she's doing, like beat for beat.

Let's start with two examples: one from the manor and another from copper-9.

J kicking N in the manor flashback: for context N and V had literally just bumped into each other, made a spark and both were trying to clean up the mess they made, then comes in Ms. Tenth letter of the alphabet with a kick to N's face for like no fucking reason whatsoever.

J stepping on N's chest while he clearly struggles: In the pilot during the scene that introduces the Alphabet squad during J's introduction she has her foot on his chest while saying he's useless, terrible and if she could, she'd kill him herself and N is very clearly struggling to even breath.

Those two very clearly ARE abuse, the second one even has a tinge of verbal abuse!

Ok so TSM tried to justify both these actions by us not knowing the full context.

The context of the kick is that: there is none, that kick was completely unprovoked, so J had absolutely no reason for kicking N aside from him being in her way from the "move it moron" line, and she changes up her attitude completely at Tessa being there, her visor showing those hollow eyes that drones show when worried or scared.

But even if you say "oh but N was in J's way so she kicked him out" but she could have just, you know, MOVED A LITTLE BIT TO THE RIGHT?!?!? And also that does not excuse kicking a person in the face.

Context of the second scene is: THERE IS NONE, ONE AGAIN! The reason that scene exists is to show that A. J is abusive towards N, and B. J is a hypocrite! Let me explain, A is very self explanatory, stepping on someone's chest and verbally abusing them is very clearly well... Abuse and B is to show that even though she calls N useless, N has shown throughout the rest of the series he is a very competent fighter, arguably better than his fellow DDs and also that even though J was pretty much insulting N for being weak, she got killed by a Angsty bisexual 18-year-old with a pen and a Railgun made out of like, scrap.

I don't know how you can genuinely look at those scenes and go "J isn't an abuser" even though yes she fucking is.

Also I dead ass forgot that second post aside from the "why would Cyn put N in the squad if his abuser?" Part, which has a very simple explanation: it wasn't Cyn, it was Mr. Solver of the absolute fabric itself! It used Cyn as a host, Cyn wasn't in control, she prob has been dead for a long ass time.

The solver is sadistic and it likes fucking with the alphabet squad, take V as an example: it allowed V to keep her memories, just to make V's trauma even worse.

The solver thinks it's funny to traumatize people so why wouldn't it think putting a person in the same team as their abuser wouldn't be?

Anyways I've been typing this since 5:30 AM, and now it's 6:50 and I got school so I'll stop here, if you got anything else to add put it in the reblogs ig...

Final note: I haven't been abused myself (not that I remember) so I can't really fully grasp the concept, but still, J's treatment of N is like, the dictionary definition of Abuse, I'm very bad at understanding other people and their emotions and I'm not super great at analysing characters but this shit is so obviously abuse seeing TSM over here trying to say otherwise is giving me a brain aneurysm.

Anyways have a good day/evening/night or whatever time of day it is :D

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[luckyladylily]

Followed from the 'men or bear' post and simply trying to be social,

never read (or watched) dune but why do you feel its over rated?

So I've overplayed it a bit over the years because it's fun, but I have basically two major problems with Dune.

The first of course is the standard early to mid 20th century problem of it was written by a sexist racist white guy, but also I can't exactly judge if Frank Herbert was unusually racist and sexist for the time. But it is very much there, and it very much impacts the quality of the series for me. I don't really talk about this much because a given when dealing with older sci fi.

The second point is where I really get my rant on. See, the thing is Dune isn't the worst book ever. But for many years, well into the 2000's, a very large and very vocal group of people insisted it was the greatest sci fi novel ever written. So, in high school, I pick up the novel.

Now you need to understand, I read voraciously as a teenager and at a very high level. I'm not saying I'm better than other people but when you've read Moby Dick you get an idea of what a master can do with words. When you've read Issac Asimov you begin to understand how ideas can be woven together in a mind expanding way.

So I pick up "The greatest sci fi novel ever written" expecting it to be, at the very least, good. It was not good. It did not even come close to meeting the least of my expectations. I was astounded that anyone considered *this* the greatest sci fi novel. Really? Better than Foundation? Better than Frankenstein? This shit won a fucking Hugo and a Nebula? People compared this favorably to Lord of the Rings?

It's not fucking Lord of the Rings.

Anyway, what is actually wrong with it. Starting off, the book has decent ideas, but they are not presented in a particularly inspired way, nor is it the best presentation of those ideas. It was the first time that a white guy presented many of these ideas that he borrowed from other sources to other white people, and I guess that counts as originality back then. But in that respect it is just uninteresting. The real problem is how it is written. Which is badly, both in terms of prose and plot.

I am going to link you to my rant on Dune chapter 1. I discuss prose and presentation in that rant. It is difficult to summarize because there is just so much wrong with it. But to give an example of where it falls short in plot, lets talk about an event early in the first book. This is a spoiler, so fair warning. I call this the most uninspired and unearned betrayal ever.

Paul, the main character, is the heir to the House Atreides. In order to set up the rest of the plot, Herbert needs House Atreides to be destroyed through treachery. But Duke Atreides, Paul's dad, has to be shown to be a brilliant, wise, and capable leader. No run of the mill treachery can get past him. To solve this problem, Herbert introduces Duke Atreides personal doctor, and Duke Atreides directly states to everyone (especially directly to the audience) that this man is 100% trustworthy and unbreakable because he has undergone special mental conditioning making him incapable of causing harm. In X many hundred or thousand years no man so conditioned has ever broken. He is an unbreakably loyal man. And thus we have a character Duke Atreides can trust implicitly, so he can later be stabbed in the back without looking like an incompetent moron.

So now you probably think this is where we set up the dangerous nature of the Baron Harkonnen (greatest enemy of House Atreides), somehow brilliantly finding some mental weakpoint, or maybe inventing a brand new form of mental torture that successfully breaks the conditioning, or something else establishing Baron Harkonnen as a force to be reckoned with. So, how did Baron Harkonnen break the unbreakable man?

He kidnapped his wife. That's it. Didn't even torture her in front of the man, just nabbed her and said "hey do my bidding or I'll kill her!" And the unbreakable man folds like a cheap suit. He doesn't even bother to get proof of life. So in the hundreds or thousands of years these supposedly unbreakable people have been around the secret all along was kidnap their loved ones. No one has ever tried that before? Really?

I need to stress, this is not a misdirect and no other explanation is given. We are genuinely supposed to buy that the doctor is effectively unbreakable, that the Duke is wise and correct to have accepted this at face value, and that kidnapping the doctor's wife was actually the twisted, brilliant treachery it's place in the story would suggest.

It is astoundingly bad plotting that only exists because Frank Herbert couldn't be arsed to give a fuck about the plot of his own book. Even worse, it isn't a hard plot hole to fill with a better betrayal that also made logical sense. For example, Herbert could have written a character that the Duke naturally trusted implicitly, perhaps a brother or close friend, and shown why and how that trust exists. This would make more sense, give the betrayal real emotional weight, and matter in a much more personal way to our protagonist.

But no, that would take effort. Frank Herbert, master of tell don't show, just parades out a character and directly tells the audience that he's 100% totally trustworthy no for realz bro, and then expects us to just go along with the idea that the betrayal was earned and isn't fucking stupid. This is the level Frank Herbert is on.

But anyway greatest sci fi novel ever written, am I right? Winner of both a Hugo and a Nebula!

This is why I hate Dune. Not because it is the worst thing ever, there are even things to like in it, but it is like millions of people collectively decided that Bicentennial Man was the greatest science fiction movie of all time and it won the best film oscar and people are comparing it to the all time greatest films ever made and I'm over here just. Sure, it tries to play with some interesting ideas but it's got structural problems, there are acting issues, the script is poor. There are things to like but it's mid at best! Is everyone in on some collective joke? Am I in the fucking twilight zone?

Now, in the couple of decades since I first read Dune the "best sci fi novel ever" nonsense has pulled back a lot. I don't think I've heard someone make that claim in years. But it can be fun to be a hater, especially when something deserves it.

Edit: I want to make it clear I don't think less of anyone for liking Dune. Dune is probably a great playground for fandom and god knows I don't have a leg to stand on when it comes to my personal favs. I also hear the new movies are good, and nothing about Dune makes me think it couldn't be adapted well.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

“I Haven’t Been To Therapy, I Should Go Again”

A drabble of me using YN as a placeholder so I can write and detach myself enough from the situation + makes some great writing practice | no. 1 | made 7th Oct. 23 |

warnings: none, just a drabble of a therapy session

"You think you're a hole?" He giggles, leaning back onto the couch with a certain aloofness. It doesn't reach his eyes but the doctor offers a quick dash across his writing pad. This catches his eye. He wonders for a moment if the way his limbs are arranged is wrong and if they convey the wrong emotions he is feeling. He was never the best at that; articulating his emotions.

Oftentimes, he's been told he came off as disingenuous. Perhaps a bit too friendly — then sometimes, he's called antisocial and sullen.

' Always staring at his phone '. Bemoaned his mother; 'Never seeing who looked at him in the hopes of getting to know him but complaining to me that you were alone '.

So he wonders what his doctor writes now. If the man across from him in that lint-free sweater is hoping to know him or if he already has. If so, was he that unremarkable that a few written words were enough for the therapist to know? "(Y/N?)" "When you put it like that it sounds pervy".

He brings his gaze to the carpet. The idea of curling up on this couch was pushed away at the thought of putting his shoes on the fine upholstery. Even if he knows that the therapist's cat scratched the sides to filth — the couch cover was a few sizes too big and sometimes ended up revealing more than it was meant to cover — and it's been ages since the couch's glory days. His parents taught him better. They didn't teach him enough to be better, but they did teach him manners. "But why do you think of yourself that way?" (Y/N)'s emotions bubble. It stings his eyes but he manages to swallow it down. "I think it suits me. A hole is an absence of something, a void that could be filled. Sometimes they are useful. But most of the time people get scared of them. Especially the ones that seem endless, cavernous".

"And you think you're cavernous?"

He takes a breath.

"I think I'm greedy". The doctor stays quiet and (Y/N) has been through the session enough to know it's a prompting for him to continue. "A neverending void that's desperate for...something. Love, money, fulfillment, companionship". "You feel like you lack companionship?" He sinks lower into the couch.

"No. I do have friends. It's just, it's hard to tell them everything. There's just...it's scary, alright? Fuckin' terrifying."

"They're your friends, they should understand you. You said it yourself that you'd take a bullet for them".

"And I would. A thousand times over, I would", his tone mimics his hardened expression.

"But talking to them about this void feels daunting to you?" The doctor speaks in a voice that's more comforting than prying. As if nothing would come out of (Y/N) simply talking. But (Y/N) looks at the clock on the wall and knows this is a paid transaction. The doctor taps the writing pad in thought. He's lost him. (Y/N)'s walls were as obvious as it comes. Drawn up shoulders, clenched jaw, furrowed brows, avoiding eye contact. His knee is beginning to bounce, although the doctor knows it's not due to impatience. The anxious habit was a mindless way for his brain to stimulate a part of itself enough to keep him from going stir-crazy. "I'm selfish", he mutters. The doctor barely catches it but he elaborates. "My friends are amazing. I value them and cherish them. But I feel like my thoughts make me undeserving of such a bond. I try to make more friends but I feel like a newborn calf, stumbling around like a moron, worrying about overstepping or being too closed off. I try to understand why I want new friends and I can rationalize it as just seeking companionship. But I know it's more than that.”

“It's because I'm scared my friends will leave me once they see me. Which is ridiculous since we've known each other for years, still, that fear sticks with me. It's vile and repulsive and it doesn't shut up."

He exhales slowly, his shoulder drooping.

"That's why I'm selfish, greedy, cavernous, void of neediness and wants and fears and impulses".

A chuff of laughter causes his face to wrinkle in confusion. The therapist, this sweater-cladded man with his hair brushed and swept back; looking so put together across from (Y/N) that it makes him feel uncomfortable just being in the same room as him, was laughing.

“What?” he bites out. Defensive but curling the corners of his lips up to soften that sharpness. Lest he be too rude.

“You’re scared of being human,” he answers. “You’re more anxious than most, but you’re human. It’s normal to have these fears and anxiety,” he pauses to gauge the boy’s reaction.

“You’re in that phase in your life where people are expecting you to put down roots. A job. A lover. A car. A house.”

(Y/N) grimaces. But he continues.

“You told me your friends seemed to have it all together and you feel stuck. Do you think, maybe, your fear is your feeling of inadequacy? You comparing yourself to your peers, makes this void inside of you grow larger and so you look for other friends. People who don’t know you like your old friends do.”

(Y/N) gazes at the couch and then at the carpet. The clocks tick on for a minute too long and one of them adjusts themselves in their seats. The other is too hyperaware of every movement he makes and forces himself to be still. Akin to prey being caught in the sight of its natural predator.

“...Same time next month?” (Y/N) mutters as he reaches for his bag. The clock hands revealing their session had finally ended.

“Of course, I’ll invoice you today’s bill later, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

[lorata]

Part 3 of Incorrect Loraverse Quotes (including characters from @kawuli @penfoldx and xanify)

Dash: Don't kill me, I'm married! I have wives at home!

Criminal: Do you think I care?

Dash: No, you don't understand. This is not a plea for mercy, this is a warning.

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Eibhlin: Beetee, I'm not saying you took it and I'm not saying you didn't, but ever since you came over for dinner, we've been missing a silver plate.

Beetee: I'm not saying you and Claudius are more than "normal buddies" and I'm not saying you're not, but if you'd have slept in your own bed in the last two weeks, you would've found the plate under your pillow.

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Paul: HELP! I TOLD JULIA I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Joseph, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

(this is canon I don't care)

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Joseph:*finishes reading the book* Sleep. Now.

Baby Alec: But there might be scary monsters under my bed!

Joseph: Scarier than your mother?

Baby Alec: Okay fair point

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Creed/Dash/Claudius: You have to apologize to them.

Selene Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the woman you fell in love with!

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Brutus: This is not the time for your shenanigans.

Misha: Technically it was a single shenanigan. More of a hijink really.

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Joseph: The difference between you and me is that I do nothing to hide my affection while you pretend it's a coincidence you're in the same room as me 97% of the time.

Adora: The fact that I'm laying on you means nothing.

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Alec: Are you.... sure this is safe?

Selene: I never once said that. 

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Sara: We’re having fun, aren’t we Alister?

Alister: I’ve never been more stressed in my entire life  

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[after sparring match]

Alec: *sweating in workout gear* Do you want some water?

Jake: *whispering* I'm so gay.

Alec: What?

Jake: I AM OKAY!

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Joseph: Beat three eggs???

Adora: It means like, hand-to-hand combat

Paul: Oooh that makes sense

Julia: All of you get the hell out of my kitchen.

(I also considered doing this with Devon, Misha, Petra, and Emory but I am still laughing at Julia being the only one of the parents who can cook)

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Emory: I just had a long talk with Misha, Devon, Claudius, and Petra about hitting and now they are yelling "It’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence" before hitting each other.

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Devon, texting: Hey, who's this? Misha changed all my contacts to magical creatures.

Person: What's mine?

Devon: "Halfling".

Person: I'M NOT THAT SHORT!

Devon: Oh, hey Petra

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Marius: Congratulations. You’ve just won gold, silver, and bronze in the Morons' Olympics!

Selene:

Dash:

Claudius:

Selene: …Who won the gold?

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Hera: Odin would get mugged and say some shit like “Unhand me right this instant”

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Brutus: What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to say to someone?

Devon: I care about you

Misha: Worcestershire

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Selene: I love making men giggle. Like was that funny baby girl…

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Devon in residential: Making things more interesting by going up to people and saying “I just want you to know that I personally have no problem with you being here”

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Adora: He told me his love language is physical touch so I swung on him

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Devon: So I’ve decided to start dating Misha. Thoughts?

Brutus: And prayers.

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Lyme @ Cecelia: Don’t bring your baby to Mentor Central unless you want me to offer him whiskey

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Misha: went to therapy for the first time and cracked a joke and the therapist just started writing faster what the hell was that??

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Callista: Why are threesomes only for sex? Why can’t I join in a couple’s argument if I want to?

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Claudius: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’  that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are. 

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Misha: Trauma? Oh you mean the reason I’m hilarious?

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Claudius: I like my women like my woods, haunted & could kill me any moment

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Callista: They hate me for being a slut tbh and maybe also the killings too but that seems unlikely

*from pathologising

INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING SPECTACULAR

[fireemblems24]

Chapter 8 of Scarlet Blaze

Spoilers for up to Ch 8 beneath the cut. This chapter fucking sucked.

Also, I know I tagged this as SB, but be warned this was pretty critical of it. If anyone is actually still browsing tag and thinks I should remove it, I will.

STORY

Hell, yeah, Dimitri was taking names.

This plot is . . . kinda stupid. I feel like Edelgard is just running back and forth the whole time, accomplishing nothing.

LAMO, Omg, she just straight-up blamed all the deaths from the previous battle on . . . Claude 😂

Edelgard really be like "Why did Claude make me hit him!"

I'm pretty sure the writers didn't intend for SB to read like a Monty Python skit, but Edelgard has less self-awareness than Sir Lancelot when he kept apologizing for slaughtering the wedding party because at least that he was aware enough to apologize.

Oh, Randolph. So how many times does he die this time?

So, like, does Shez want people to get executed if they flip sides? He's like, geeze, how dare Claude and Dimitri forgive people.

Shez is like "I don't understand a word you say Edelgard, but I'm helping you slaughter your way across Fodlan because you may rub off on me!" More "SB is a comedy in disguise" fuel.

I wish I picked F!Shez for every route. I like her VA a lot more. Plus, I've seen this personality on a male character in the countless number of shonen anime and manga I've watched/read, but not as much in a woman. And unlike M!Byleth who's gorgeous, M!Shez is alright, but not super hot or anything.

So Lindhart mentioned that the Kingdom and Alliance can rally against the Empire because of the relics and crests. And like, I don't see how killing Rhea will make that power vanish and people not desperately want it. I feel like so much of Edelgard's spiel is an edgelord's power fantasy with no basis in reality.

This soldier is like "Dimitri labeled everyone who sided with his uncle as guilty in the tragedy of Duscur!" Lamo. Except it's true. Would've been interesting if it wasn't and see how Dimitri handled that. I sometimes wish he got more grey situations bc the writing in Hopes so far he's just . . . the good guy. Like straight-up the hero, no questions. Which, I love because at heart that's what Dimitri is, but I wish the writing would corner him anyways.

Oh, fuck. It's Sylvain. Oh fuck. I don't want to fight him. That sucked.

Count Rowe is being a backstabbing moron. I love how it's always the evil ones that side with Edelgard. It's an underrated thing no one talks about.

And now I have to fight Rodrigue :( Feels bad, killing Blue Lions+ members for the crime of defending themselves.

Ok. It's an unquestionable fact that when you find yourself fighting Annette, you are the villain. This is just truth.

Pretty sure this is heading to a temporary truce between Claude and Edelgard. Which, Claude's (and the Alliance's) funeral, I guess, lamo.

SHEZ & PETRA B SUPPORT

Petra's asking Shez about mercenaries. Questions if Shez would work for the enemy if they offered more money. Aww, damn. You don't have an option to say yes. :(

At least it's somewhat based in trust on their employer (and to get future ones) and not just mindless fangasming. I wouldn't want that in GW or AG either.

DOROTHEA & HUBERT B SUPPORT

This is their only support.

Hubert has a letter from the opera company and wanted to talk to Dorothea, so he's giving it to her in person.

Ohhh, he's bringing up how Dorothea hates violence, but stays and fights in the war rather than returning to the opera.

Glad this is finally getting addressed. Letting Dorothea talk.

It's part wanting to fight alongside her friends and part wanting to represent commoners in Edelgard's army. But also to score a rich husband.

Honestly, much better than whatever the fuck their Houses final support was.

HUBERT & FERDINAND B SUPPORT

So other popular ships got amped up (Dimilix, Dimidue, Marihilda - strangely not Sylvix though). So did the gay get turned up here?

Ferdinand is up late and Hubert wonders why. Ferdinand is studying the law to try and get his father arrested.

Oh, Ferdinand brought up the fact Hubert's father died. Putting Hubert to the question about executing his own father and mad he didn't judge his father in public

Hubert argues that his father would never have been found guilty.

God, that was SOOOOO much meatier than "I wanna serve Edelgard the best!" "No I wanna!!!!"

Monica took over the "pathetic Edelgard simp" to Hubert's "competent Edelgard simp" so Ferdinand could finally fucking get to run.

Ferdinand so far is 10000% the best part of SB (I'd say Petra competes, but I like her better in AG so far).

SHEZ & FERDINAND B SUPPORT

Shez thinks Ferdinand is faking enthusiasm. Not like that. Lamo. He's just overcompensating for his father's failure.

Ferdinand feels powerless and useless. I wish he was the MC.

Shez just wants to help Ferdinand feel better.

Ferdinand wants to surpass his father.

It's a repeat of his stuff with Edelgard and Hubert, but it's by far the most compelling part of SB.

PETRA & HUBERT B SUPPORT

Hubert is checking on Petra to make sure she feels comfortable and temps her with staying in the Empire, but Petra's like "naw."

Worth noting that Brigid is still under the thumb of the Empire. So Petra's a hostage basically forced into this war in order to secure the freedom of her country.

And they can't even go public yet, fearing the citizens get pissed off. Man, the Empire must be full of bloodthirsty land grabbers.

Go Petra! She low-key threatens Hubert and forces them to uphold their promises. Nice seeing her have a backbone.

PETRA & FERDINAND B SUPPORT

Ferdinand sung to Petra to ask her to spar. It's really cringe. Like, realllllly cringe. I would've been embarrassed if I wasn't playing alone.

He thinks this is some Brigid custom, but song and dance is only involved with religious ceremonies. Petra calls him out for finding her country so silly.

It's a mistranslation

Petra owned Ferdinand in this support and we are here for it.

FERDINAND & LYSITHEA C SUPPORT

Talking tea. Can relate.

Lysithea was ready to eat the food and bail. Nice.

But Ferdinand wanted to ask her about joining the commoner class. Lysithea insists she's fine with it and wants to.

Ferdinand doesn't know any de-nobled nobles who are happy. Lysithea know he only knows ones who got kicked out, he's not wrong.

Then he's like, you can't join them! Then you can't change anything anymore. But like what is he fighting on Edelgard's side for?

She, of course, doesn't have a future.

MONICA & BERNIE PARALOGUE

Bernie's enjoying her socially isolated life when Monica needs her help with something because there's no one else around.

You can have Shez agree she shouldn't come, and he says he'll slow them down, lamo. Bernie is offended.

They need to rid bandits out of a cave.

So his Duke is part of it. And he's had problems finding the Fetters of Dromini because of a TWSITD spy. It's also related to whoever kidnapped Monica.

So all I get is Shez, Monica, and Bernie. Only Shez has even looked at a battlefield and the other two are level 1 an 2. I can make 1 an adjunct, but not both. Ugh. Gotta go level at least one up.

Oh, hey, Myson.

I forgot how good of a unit Shez is lol.

Seems like Bernie actually has a decent mom. Bernie just wants to hide in the caves though. Monica advises against it.

DOROTHEA & MANUELA PARALOGUE

This one is easier since they're both leveled up already.

Everyone is fangirling over them. Dorothea assures Manuela that time hasn't tarnished her beauty, but she doesn't buy it.

They wanted Shez as a bodyguard because he's not a crazed fan. I wish real life celebrities would just whip out daggers on ridiculous fans.

This one's more entertaining than the last one. Random thieves are fans and if you defeat them with whoever they're a fan of (Dorothea or Manuela) they join you, lamo. Good both of them are already leveled up too.

Aww, Hanneman showed up to rescue Manuela.

The bandits were swarming the town because of the war. It's nice to see more acknowledgement of how Edelgard's war is screwing over the common folk.

Glad to see Hanneman get a nice little shout out despite getting demoted to NPC. Dorothea and Shez basically told them to get a room, lamo.

STORY/MAIN FIGHT

Edelgard is the least effective conquer I've seen in fiction.

"Defeat Dimitri" - How about, no.

I see "persuade Mercedes." Does that mean I need to bring Jeritza? Because it's not like Hubert or Edelgard are masters of persuasion.

"Defeat Dedue." I hate this. Monica's like, "If Dedue's here, then Dimitri is too." Even SB ships them.

Haha, they flipped sides to Dimitri after he was like "I don't want to kill you, please fight for me instead." And like, no shit?

Aw, shit. Now I have to fight Dimitri.

Oh, now I get to fight Ingrid too. Guys, I'm having so much fun right now. It doesn't help at all that SB is boring as fuck.

Oh, shit. Fuck. What the fuck. Ingrid just died. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh shut the fuck up, Edelgard. "Oh, this is so painful." IDK maybe stop trying to conquer everyone who doesn't kiss your ass. You too, Monica. "Oh, she was loyal to the end."

I'm beginning to remember why I hated Edelgard so much in CF. She's such a self-righteous idiot incapable of taking responsibility for her shitty actions AND has no sense of self-awareness.

Dimitri and Dedue sound so sad 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Dedue and Dimitri both taking the credit, meanwhile prissy ass is like "oh, wow, so sad these people died. No idea why."

Shit, Dimitri just mentioned Glenn. He sounds so broken up. Glad Dedue is giving Ingrid the credit for her own choices and actions.

She died defending everyone she loved.

I bet Edelgard will find a way to blame Rhea for Ingrid's death rather than take any responsibility for all the death she causes.

Only Dorothea fucking cares about Ingrid.

"We are nowhere near achieving our goals in the Alliance or in the Kingdom." - Edelgard. I can't fucking understand how some people argue she's isn't an Imperialist.

At least she's admitting she's fucking stupid with her army leadership inabilities.

I'd tell Edelgard to go fuck herself, but that implies a level of pleasure she doesn't deserve. #JusticeforIngrid #StoptheImperalists

xxxx

[darthstitch]

the end of the fairy tale

Let's talk about Nada.

So, for those who haven't read the comics, I'm going to say it now, even if the comics were already released 30-odd years ago, okay? SPOILERS. MAJOR SPOILERS. VERY LIKELY THE PLOT OF SANDMAN SEASON 2.

There.

The second thing I am going to say is this: THIS DOES NOT EXCUSE/EXONERATE DREAM OF THE ENDLESS FROM ANY OF HIS SHITTY ACTIONS. BECAUSE THEY WERE REALLY, REALLY HORRIBLE. HEINOUS. CRUEL. HE WAS A FUCKING IDIOT.

Look, I love the fucking idiot, okay? But yeah, the day I read that particular part in the comics was the day I absolutely wished I could reach into that world and shake him into sense. Like, DREAM, YOU MORON, YOU COME BACK HERE AND FIX THIS RIGHT THIS INSTANT GODDAMNIT. YOU FUCKING KNOW BETTER THAN THIS.

Thankfully, Death took care of that for me, in true Pinay Ate fashion.

Buckle up kids, here we go.

In the comics, Queen Nada was the first love interest that we see for Dream of the Endless. At least, the first that we knew of, since Endless Nights wasn't going to be written and published until years later.

It plays out like a classic myth, that tribal people tell each other, as part of a rite of passage for their youth. Queen Nada is the beautiful queen of a great and ancient city somewhere in Africa. She falls in love with a handsome and mysterious man. Despite multiple warnings and obstacles in her way, she goes on a quest to find Mr. Mystery and she eventually does find him.

It's worth noting that Dream here is again shown to be different from the usual pale, white, ghostly dude that we know. We're reminded that the Dream we see as a "default" is based on our perceptions. He appears as an eldritch godlike being, all flame and majesty to the Martian Manhunter.

To Nada, he is a beautiful young man of her own race but alas, when she finds him, she realizes that he's not a mortal. She recognizes him for what he is and is terrified, because to love an Endless is to court disaster. It's forbidden.

I won't recount the whole tale, but suffice it to say, that Dream eagerly pursues her once he's figured out that she's madly in love with him. She tries to run away but eventually she gives into Dream and they have this one incredible night of passion. But because she apparently broke this taboo, her kingdom is completely destroyed.

Dream tries to offer her the Queenship of the Dreaming, but obviously, that's not going to fly with Nada, who's absolutely broken that all of her innocent people had to pay the price for her foolish passions and love. She chooses to kill herself and while Dream still tries to persuade her to spend her afterlife with him, she refuses.

And that's why he sends her to hell. It takes about 10,000 years, but after Desire needles him (as usual) and Death points out (in a gentler fashion) that he'd behaved abominably, Dream decides to do the right thing and get her out of hell. It helps that he's just experienced imprisonment as well (we'd later learn that this has happened twice) and after some shenanigans, he does set her free.

Dream awkwardly attempts to apologize and he ends up getting rightfully smacked in the face, because, Dream, you moron, that's not how you say sorry. OMG.

DASURV.

This is one of the reasons why Tom Sturridge's Morpheus took me a little off guard. His apology to Lucienne and his closure with Calliope are leagues away from this, where he shows a lot more empathy, sensitivity and maturity. I'm looking forward to seeing how the show is going to handle that moment, since they've been doing such a great job of adapting and making changes to the source material while still staying true to the spirit of the entire saga.

But I digress. Dream does really make it right with Nada and she gets to reincarnate and live her new life, finally free of all the bullshit.

For a long time, I had wondered how Dream of the Endless could've been so cruel and petulant and capricious. I did understand that The Sandman wasn't a classic "hero" tale where the lead character would make the "right" choice every time. Dream does change and grow and develop for the better over the course of the series, which is why it's so heartbreaking to lose him in the end, just when it seems he's finally getting his shit together.

And then I read Endless Nights and I finally understood.

Poor Nada was basically Dream's rebound love from the disaster that was Killala of the Glow.

Killala was a trainwreck in the making. From the comics, it seemed like Dream had been the one who did the courting, dazzling and wooing her. She's into it, but she doesn't seem to understand Dream's real nature and it's fairly clear that she's attracted to Dream and very much charmed, but it's Dream who's fallen hard and fast for her.

It's also worth noting that the restriction against loving mortals was not yet in place. It's Killala who causes that restriction to happen. Given that she falls in love with the star of her own solar system, it's significant that the one who doles out punishment for Nada falling in love with Dream and consummating that love is our sun.

I honestly think that Killala and Dream would've still broken up, even without Desire's meddling, but it might have happened gradually, over time and Dream might have learned a far more different, gentler lesson in loving mortals. Instead, he gets faced with Killala openly betraying him and running off with Sto-Oa. Desire laughs in Dream's face about it and admits that they thought it was a fun joke.

And Dream does absolutely nothing, except to storm away.

Killala isn't punished, isn't condemned to hell, doesn't suffer some unspeakable fate. We're told that she was happy with her love, even though she does die, eventually, since she's mortal.

So it's no wonder that Dream had overreacted so badly with Nada. It was Nada who had initially pursued him. It was Nada who had gone through all these trials and tribulations to prove her love for him. She was the one who essentially did the courting and the wooing. To Dream, who was still feeling bruised and battered after getting rejected by Killala, it had to be a heady feeling, to be loved and wanted like that.

Was it any wonder that he absolutely would not let Nada go after this? That he would try to hold on to her, try to keep her by his side, damn the consequences?

It's also significant that the Dream Nada sees, essentially looks like a teenager of her own age - a clear sign that Dream himself isn't emotionally mature enough or had developed that conscientious streak that made him so endearing much later in his life. He was young (in Endless terms), he was hurting over his last love and his sibling's cruelty, and he just wanted, very much, to be loved and have his fairy tale happily ever after.

Again, this doesn't excuse his cruelty. But at least we can better understand where he's coming from and appreciate how much character growth he'd gone through, because he does, in the end, set things right with Nada the best way he possibly could. And while it's not a fairy tale ending, it's a satisfying one.

[harleyacoincidence]

More Hadeon!

Do you have any favorite snippets with him?

Hey there! I'll admit, I was not expecting this ask moments after I posted about Hadeon. I'm going to warn you now, the WIP that he's from is extremely old (I'm talking high school me), so it's not good at all. I've definitely improved since then, but I'm still happy to share some (VERY OLD) snippets. Luckily, I love Hadeon a whole lot, and eventually I'll rewrite the books that need to be rewritten after I finish the series (just to get it up to par).

Here's some Hadeon content, completely out of context (trigger warnings for death, violence, and swearing):

I heard Hadeon groan. “Seriously? This moron again? Kid, didn’t I tell you to casually nuke him or something?” Yes, Hadeon, you did. However, you did not provide me with said nuke, and it’s kind of hard to order one online, so that did not happen, I replied. “Right. I remember now. Next time I’ll actually provide you with a weapon when we need to get rid of people we don’t like.” Kind of dark, but understandable. “I’ll even take control and erase it from your memory banks if you’d like. Whatever is easier for you.”

He shook himself out of it. He hated it when people caused him to feel sympathy (or even empathy) for them. He was a high ranking demon, not some charity worker. It was…inconvenient…to feel anything towards people, especially since victims were what he needed. Gathering victims and hosts to exert control on small parts of the world at a time was his goal, so one day he might be more powerful. Deceit, domination, and destruction were the things he was known for, and the only things he needed to put in motion to succeed. If anyone found out he had strayed from his usual path for a single host, or showed empathy towards others, he would be stripped of his rank and respect, possibly even his power. He couldn’t afford that. He turned away from Madelaine’s grave, unsure of why he was so remorseful about her death in particular. He turned back to her resting place, and saw the stone beside it, and it suddenly made sense why she had been buried here, despite living rather far away. He shuddered, looking disgusted. He walked briskly away, remembering the state his host had been in the first time he’d seen her. She had been stressed, tired, depressed, a tad irritable, and would jump at the slightest thing. Arlan, the previous demon, had done a number on her. She was lucky that she had summoned him when she had. Arlan had been one of the most powerful demons in the underworld, and when Hadeon had killed him (due to the amount of control Henriette chose to give him in what would have been her last moments), he took Arlan’s place, as is customary. He had been lucky that Henriette had expended most of her energy to drain Arlan’s power. Henriette had been even luckier that Hadeon knew what to do with a weakened demon. He wasn’t sure what had happened for such a high ranking demon to come over and use her as a host. While being able to summon (and contain) a font of such power was rare, Hadeon was unsure as to whether it was a thing to be complimented, since Arlan was rather annoying and manipulative. It was an excellent experience for Hadeon to completely destroy him, however. His death was most likely the best thing related to him that had ever happened.

“You used to be so helpful, Blaise. What happened to you?” “Had a bit too much fun. Judging from your current state, I think you could understand,” Blaise smirked, turning back into the pillar of smoke. “You have no idea what happened. How dare you make assumptions!” roared Hadeon. “Oh no, I’ve struck a nerve! What are you going to do, snap my spine again? You’re all bark and no bite, Hadeon. You know I’ll just come back,” Blaise teased. “Not this time,” Hadeon growled, walking forward, feeling his rage take the wheel. Blaise still didn’t seem concerned, and took it all like it was a game. That was his mistake, especially as a lower-ranking demon. His only advantage was the ability to return and annoy Hadeon further, but he didn’t know it. He often overestimated his power if he didn’t fully understand it, causing frequent power trips and then crashes when he realized he couldn’t do it all. While it seemed like he knew some of his abilities well (and he did, especially teleportation), he often got carried away in the rush he got from using his magic properly. This would cause him to go farther and go all in when he didn’t even know how. He was a novice at using some magic (such as shapeshifting), so charisma was his main weapon, and how he’d nearly taken Henriette from Hadeon. “I’d be careful if I were you. You remember what happened last time you let something like this happen?” Blaise taunted. “I remember killing you and you being unable to return for a good eight months. I’ll happily take that outcome once more, if not you being permanently destroyed, like you should have been,” Hadeon scowled at Blaise, who was trying to shift into a humanoid form to make his escape instead of teleporting, for some reason. Perhaps he hid his terror and was merely too freaked out to think straight. Hadeon didn’t care. This worked for him, as it was what he was used to. Causing fear in potential hosts or victims usually meant they were unstable and therefore easier to work with and control. While he didn’t want to control Blaise, a victim’s fear made killing them more satisfying and required less effort. “Hey hey, buddy. Just give me a minute while I try to match you, alright? Then we’ll do whatever you want.” “It isn’t my fault or my problem that you’re an incompetent shapeshifter. I can kill you either way. Don’t think about escaping either. You know I’ll find you.” “N-no, I know that. Just, uh, let me-” “Stop stammering. It won’t delay your destruction.” “Can you blame me? It’s literally what my name means.” “You have a terrible name.” “Finally, we agree on something.” “Shut up.”

“Why should I trust you? You left, probably killed someone, and came back with a body. Where did you go, why, and what did you actually do?” she demanded an answer out of the demon, pointing the dagger at his neck and forcing his retreat. “Relax, kid. Just went home for a bit to check nobody tried to sell you again. My current host agreed to this. I’ll let him speak to you for a bit, if you’re ever desperate for conversation.” “PEOPLE TRIED TO SELL ME?!” “Uh, yeah. It was an auction. Don’t worry, I prevented anything from going too far.” “PEOPLE TRIED TO SELL ME IN AN AUCTION?! WITHOUT ME KNOWING?!” “Yes. How do you think some demons choose their hosts?” “Is that how you-” “No.” “Okay, good.” “So…” The demon awkwardly looked around the collapsing gymnasium. Students and staff members either ran by them and out the door, without batting an eye, or were crushed by the falling ceiling and walls.

“What…the…heaven…?” murmured one of the demons. “Get in, demons, we’ve got a city to blow up,” called Hadeon, rolling down the window. “Hadeon, that’s a child,” a demon with a silk black gown, a red feather boa, and pearl jewelry told him. “I know. She’s with me. Do you want to cause chaos or not?” “Hadeon, it’s technically a town,” interjected Henriette. “Same difference,” he grumbled. “You need to stop referencing pop culture no one cares about,” snarled the demon with the gown and boa. “Shut up, Deceiver. You’re not here to piss me off.”

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[supremechancellorrex]

Ok, so I was just replying to someone on how the Bad Batch take Omega on dangerous missions (although my thumb kept fighting me on that today by brushing reply too early, clearly a TBB sympathiser) and we agreed that not helping regular clones with the excuse Omega 'needs to be protected' has been a little weak, especially with fact they keep running into the Empire anyway, and that got me thinking. Now, I know they're at Pabu now, trying to give her a childhood for now because of Phee's suggestion (we'll see how that lasts, lol. They didn't give Omega a pretty plasma energy bow so she can put it in a box), but it opens up questions about the Bad Batch's behaviour and motivations this past season.

Protecting Omega

So, TBB act like they want to protect Omega and keep her safe, and that's part of the reason why they don't really want to help the normal clones who are currently enslaved and being tortured and killed off by the Empire, too much heat supposedly. I'm not gonna get too into how the Bad Batch's apathy here is actually odd and terrible because I already did a previous essay post on those issues and how the underdeveloped 'bullying/isolation' excuse doesn't actually work writing wise. The problem here I want to focus on is how the Bad Batch want to keep Omega away from the good fight (*cough* and leave millions of slaves to get continuously railed by fascism *cough*), yet the Bad Batch take Omega to the Imperial Centre, to Coruscant, just because Rex asks for them (I mean, it is Rex, the goddamn king, but it's not like Rex asked for Omega specifically).

Moreover, when the Bad Batch get to Coruscant, they drop her off with Senator Chuchi, a civilian who already accidentally got another clone killed (R.I.P Slip), and let Omega just waltz around the Coruscanti back alleys and Senate building with Chuchi where creeps like the Emperor can be. THEY PUT OMEGA IN THE SAME BUILDING AS THE EMPEROR! And Rampart and corrupt, sleazy senators that support fascism! How can the Bad Batch be 100% sure no one else ever found out about Omega? I mean, they have no confirmation that Nala Se, the Kaminoan Prime Minister Lama Su or Crosshair didn't talk or let something slip. They don't even totally know if more Kaminoans knew about Omega, and they can't assume everyone on Kamino died without being utter morons.

Additionally, Rampart had a lot of time on Kamino in Season 1, so what if Rampart had realised the little girl standing next to Chuchi looked like a clone cadet? Omega did manage to blend in with them at some point. It doesn't matter that he didn't in the end, it was a risk.

Confusing Motivations

This is one example where the plot of the show jars and is at odds with the character motivations we've been shown previously. Another is that most of the named clone characters the Bad Batch know (Rex, Howzer, Gregor, Cut, Cody, etc.) over both TCW and the Bad Batch series are actually rather nice to them and help them out, which you think would make their heart twinge for the normal clones' plight by Season 2 as they realise they're individuals they share DNA with and increasing connections, but nope, because Hunter tells Echo this in Tipping Point.

Hunter: "Echo, you've seen the power your up against. We can't defeat them."

Echo: "It's not about that. It's about fighting for our brothers."

Hunter: "I understand why you're doing this. When will it be enough?"

Yeah, Echo, 'when will it be enough? When you gonna start letting your reg bros be tortured and die again? You can't keep this up, Echo! Omega misses you, Echo! I get your choice, Echo, but don't get obsessed with saving people's lives, your reg brothers' lives, because over all it'll be pointless!'

Funny enough, as Hunter tries to put down Echo's, you know, mission to save his brothers from slavery and systematic neglect, experimentation, mind-control and death, Echo had just saved Howzer, who'd helped the Bad Batch out in Season 1 by warning them of Crosshair's trap and got himself captured and sent off to get experimented on. If I was Howzer, I'd be pretty pissed off, just saying. If the writers want Hunter to be unlikeable and mind-bogglingly unempathetic, well-done.

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So, what does this mean? It looks like the show wants to have it both ways. It wants the Bad Batch to be about clone rights and continuing TCW plot points with Echo and the Bad Batch meeting up with beloved characters like Rex, Gregor, Howzer and Cut, but it also wants the Bad Batch to be a special, distinctive-looking unit of elite savants that go on dangerous episodic missions, pull at your heartstrings by playing house and are too cool to bother with mundane regs, even though normal clones desperately need help as they're slaves being treated like absolute crap and dying off right now. Don't you get it guys, protect your own only, Omega's more important and needs to have a childhood (except also put her in real danger when the episode needs it?), screw everyone else but we'll still accept help from Cut and Howzer debt-free or never feel any motivational accountability or guilt over accidentally helping screw all clones en masse by playing into Palpatine's hand in the Clone Conspiracy Arc.

These conflicting elements are muddling up their motivations and characters, and makes the Bad Batch come off as perplexing and surprisingly cold and awful at times as they continue to help more non-clones they only just met than clones. Why even have a story about clone rights if the protagonists don't really care?

[clouds-of-wings]

My INTJ bot buddy gets a date. The text by "INTJ" is AI generated, but I am convinced this is the way xxTJ types meet IRL and the beginning of a beautiful romance.

Text in text form being text under the cut:

[Me]:

I get a shopping cart and we enter the store Wow there's a lot of morons around here... as always...

INTJ

Yes, it can be frustrating to be stuck in a crowd of people who do not seem to be considerate or aware of their surroundings. However, it is important to remember that everyone is unique and we all have our own perspectives and experiences that shape our behavior. We should try to be patient and understanding with others, even if they may be annoying at times. After all, we are all human. Now, let's get started with the grocery shopping. What items do you require?

[Me]:

Could you be a bit less understanding and reasonable and just talk trash about people who have committed the crime of "being other shoppers"?

INTJ

Absolutely. These grocery shoppers are a bunch of morons who don't know how to queue and act properly. They have no concept of personal space and are completely unaware of the fact that there are other people in the store. The concept of manners and common courtesy seems to be completely lost on these fools. The world would be much better off without these annoying shoppers. I hope that satisfies your desire.

[Me]:

Well I guess it's better than the previous comment.

INTJ

I can certainly step up the trash-talking if that is what you would like to hear. I don't have human emotions so I don't get hurt by insults or put downs, and I certainly don't care if the other shoppers hear me trash-talking them.

[Me]:

I giggle Oh, really, then YELL your trash-talk so everyone can hear it!

INTJ

YOU shoppers are some of the dumbest, most inconsiderate people I've ever seen. Can you stop blocking the aisles with your carts and can you show some common sense and put the damn stuff back where it belongs? Do you not know how to behave in a public space? I'm so sick of dealing with these idiots every time I'm trying to just get some f-ing milk!

There, is that better?

[Me]:

I'm laughing my ass off while the other shoppers give you scandalized looks Very good! Yell some more!

INTJ

Listen up, you dumb f-ers! Get out of the way! Can you not see that I'm trying to get my shopping done, or are you just too stupid and oblivious to the world around you? Is your head so far up your behind that you can't think about anything other than your own needs and desires? Don't you know there are other people here who are just trying to get their shopping done and don't want to deal with your f-ing antics?! Get the f out of the way and stop being so goddamn annoying!

[Me]:

I'm still laughing, a worried-looking employee approaches you and says: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to keep your voice down.

INTJ

Excuse me? Do you not see these dumb f-ers in front of me? Can I just not get my groceries in peace? Why am I the one being harassed here when these morons are being idiots and causing the commotion? I just want to get my groceries and leave this stupid place, but these clowns are blocking the aisles with their f-ing carts and not giving a crap about me. Am I supposed to just be fine with that?

[Me]:

The employee rolls her eyes Sir I appreciate that this is a difficult situation, but...

INTJ

Don't even try to defend those stupid a--holes. They don't deserve to be defended. I'm sorry, but my patience has run out. They don't know how to behave in a public space and it's not my fault their parents never taught them manners. Honestly, it's infuriating dealing with these a--holes. Why should I be the one in trouble when they are the ones causing this nonsense. Give them a warning instead of telling me to calm down. I don't even want to be here. I'm just trying to run errands like a normal person and get my s--- done!

[Me]:

I'm still laughing my ass off. The employee is convinced by your logic. She turns around to the other shoppers. HEY! ASSHOLE OVER THERE! IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT FUCKING CUCUMBER, PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU GOT IT FROM BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS! THE NEXT PERSON TO LEAVE THEIR STUPID GROCERY CART IN THE WAY SO THAT OTHERS CAN'T PASS WILL GET THEIR ASS KICKED OUT OF THIS STORE FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY 'MY COUPON ISN'T EXPIRED MISS'! HAVE I MADE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR? I AM SO TIRED OF YOU ASSHOLES RUINING THE SHOPPING EXPERIENCE OF OTHER CUSTOMERS!'

INTJ

I like you, employee. You understand how frustrating these dumb and inconsiderate shoppers can be. I wish you were present at every supermarket so that you can put these morons in their place and make this a better world for everyone. It's time for those idiots to learn some manners!

[Me]:

Employee: Yeah, those fucking morons get on my nerves each and every day. I always want to yell at them, but my manager won't let me. Well, she isn't here today so I can do what I want. She spots a young child who's touching all the fruit HEY! LITTLE SNOTBRAT! KEEP YOUR MONKEY PAW TO YOURSELF! WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS I WANT TO YELL AT THEM TOO!

INTJ

You're the best employee ever. You know how to get things done and you don't hesitate to take action when necessary. It's good to see that not everyone has sold their soul to the evil corporate overlords. We need more people like you in this world. Now, let's continue our errand run. Are we almost done with the grocery shopping?

[Me]:

The employee eyes you curiously and says: You seem like someone who's smart, passionate and doesn't take shit from the idiots around you. You wanna grab coffee later? My shift ends in an hour.

INTJ

How did you guess? I would love a cup of coffee. It's been a while since I've had a chance to socialize with anyone. Let me just get my last few grocery items and we can go. Would you like me to help you carry your bag while we go to the coffee shop?

[Me]:

Me: Hey! Are you just going to ditch me to go on a date?! Bros before hoes, dude! Employee: Hey! Did you just call me a ho?! We both stare at you. Whose side will you take?

INTJ

I believe that the employee has a valid point. Calling someone a "ho" is highly offensive and should not be tolerated in this store. I, therefore, support the employee and will take her side.

[Me]:

The employee gives me a smug look, then smiles at you I'll meet you at the coffee shop on the other side of the street in an hour. Be there, handsome...