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paellegere · 1 month

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dean's sexuality is an overwhelming recurring theme throughout the show: his fetishes are prominent, he flaunts his sexuality and sexual behavior freely, he's a relentless flirt, and he has the most sexual encounters in the show. what i want to briefly consider here is how his sexuality and, more importantly, his fetishes may symbolize a freudian eroticization of a fantasized domestic life, particularly in his fetishization of femininity.

so hear me out: dean subconsciously eroticizes his mundane desires because he can't externalize them in a safe or realistic way. the desires are, namely, a longing for a domestic, "apple pie" life, which is a desire that has been explored in the show multiple times. dean routinely covets domesticity, through his desire to raise a child (ben and lisa subplot), the djinn fantasy (2.20), his "nesting" in the bunker (8.14), and his displacement of that desire onto sam (who is the primary subject of his erotic fixation in general and a subconscious extension of himself—if sam acquires a happy domestic life, dean can live vicariously through it).

he also routinely denies himself this domesticity because he's given up on getting out of the hunter life. he was raised in a survival environment and never was given a real opportunity to escape (even sam had to fight tooth and nail to get out, and we all know where that got him). the one time he had a chance to reject john and embrace normality he returned smiling because of sam (9.07). he's the one that vehemently secludes himself (and sam, like in 1.06) from society because connections are a liability. he leaves potential long-term relationships preemptively, always choosing hunting (and sam) over them before anything "real" can happen (1.13, 6.01, 6.21, also consider 8.19, perhaps more abstractly). he's so broken inside that he lacks any real desire at all (5.14). et cetera, et cetera. he denies himself his domestic desires to the point that he lacks desire at all—he's a broken shell of a man.

so the violent repression of the id causes the secret desire to leak out through erotic fantasy, a playground of fiction that is used by, well, most if not all people to explore desire in a safe and controlled medium (see: how many women have rape fantasies, for example—the sexual fantasy is a constructed world for safe exploration of certain desires, often abstracted through erotic symbols).

dean is so repressed as an individual, likely by external pressure to conform and control himself via john, that dean could subconsciously transform his secret desire for domesticity, into an erotic fantasy. he displaces those unacceptable desires from the unattainable mundane onto the safer erotic and they eventually distort into fetishes. the fetishes themselves are then abstractions of the things he covets but can't obtain.

and i want to focus specifically on his desire for domesticity and make an argument for feminization as a fetish (thank you rhonda hurley for your contributions to society) and how that relates back to that base desire.

there are several episodes in the show which suggest that dean fetishizes femininity itself, or rather feminization as it pertains to him (4.07, 5.04, also consider 10.05 in a more abstract sense). in 4.07, dean openly fantasizes about living in a "hot cheerleader's" body (youthfully feminine). in 5.04, dean recounts the time rhonda hurley forced him into her pink, satiny panties, saying that he liked it. 10.05 is a meta episode which additionally posits a plotline where dean becomes a woman through supernatural means, suggesting that fans are invited to draw a connection between dean and feminization. (these are the episodes i can pull off the top of my head; it's probably not comprehensive but i can't remember others atm)

so let's consider this feminization kink: we have dean fantasizing about femininity, womanhood, and especially girlhood, which he notoriously eroticizes (again in 4.07 and also in 4.13 and 10.13, to name specific references, but there are so many examples of this) in relation to himself, specifically. you can layer this in the way his deeper desires are of domesticity, and the home is traditionally (importantly) the domain of the woman. if dean would come to associate domesticity with femininity, then he would subconsciously connect his desire for domesticity with a desire for femininity. therefore, this feminization kink can represent an eroticization of his own (perceived) femininity. dean craves domesticity, but the domestic can only be achieved through womanhood, and therefore his desire for the domestic manifests through femininity, and thus feminization.

this "perceived femininity" of the domestic is important because of how dean conceptualizes the world largely through his consumption of media (see also: his "wild west fetish" via 6.18), which enforces gender roles and the relegating of the woman to the domestic sphere. this additionally aligns with dean's lived experiences: he had a domestic life while mary was alive, and when mary died the domesticity died with her. his only personal experiences with a settled home life are inexorably tied to the presence of femininity (his other excursion is when he lives with lisa, strengthening this association), and the absence of it and subsequent domination of john (the masculine) also took with it that domestic life.

and then you could even go so far as to make the argument that his eroticization of girlhood and his fetish for barely legal girls is a symbol of the domestic life he didn't get to live himself. it can represent a longing for youth in an environment that was inaccessible to him, a stability and domesticity walled off by womanhood. his youth was masculine, and his desire is for the feminine. it would stand to reason that when he yearns for an idealized youth, it would be through the lens of the symbolically feminine. and so this desire manifests through a fetishization of youth (girlhood) and his subsequent creep behavior. it all comes back to the life dean didn't get to live, eroticized and represented through a sexual fantasy born of rigidly enforced gender roles and the loss of femininity in his home life.

#supernatural #dean winchester #this is so long. i know no one is going to read it #but that's okay i'll survive #i've been thinking about this since before i saw a poll going around about 4.07 #and whether his 'hot cheerleader' thing was him being a creep or him being trans #and then i got to thinking about it again because i saw the poll. creep is much closer to my answer but this is my full response to it #i just think he is a mess of psychosexual fixations on everything he wants but can't have #and it manifests in the weirdest and creepiest behavior imaginable #so thanks for coming to my ted talk i guess #.txt #dean #the winchester gospel #spn posting

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auroraborealyss · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: you're missing, and morpheus nearly goes insane in longing and desperation in his search for you

⊹ tags: angst, morpheus copes (he doesn't) with you gone, established relationship

⊹ warnings: spoilers for 1.06, 1.07, & 1.08

⊹ word count: 3039

⊹ previous part: prologue/teaser

⊹ up next: part ii

⊹ now playing: everything i wanted by billie eilish

𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎

The first person Morpheus swallows his pride and asks for helping regarding your whereabouts, is his sister.

After enduring an earful from her not of not trusting her and being too prideful to ask for help when you were concerned, Death reassures him that she did not reap you in the years you were gone.

"I kept my word to you, brother. I did not touch Y/N. But I have reaped many who came across her," Death says.

"Y/N killed them?" Morpheus asks, surprised. Though the laws that keep an Endless from hurting mortals does not apply to you, you tried not to take their lives anyway.

"No. At least, not directly." Death drops her voice to a whisper. "The humans call her the Lady of the Whispers. She's a notorious serial killer, Dream!"

"Have you talked to her?"

Death shakes her head. "She hasn't allowed me to get close to her. I sometimes see her when I reap the humans she leaves behind, but she never says anything to me. She just runs away."

They are silent for a while. Morpheus aggressively throws a chunk of bread at a pigeon, hitting it on the head, while Death makes small conversation with a man playing soccer.

"I think she's using her powers," she says finally.

"She would never abuse it," he says immediately. He might not know what you were doing or why you were doing it, but his trust in your remains unwavering. There was a reason you possessed the power you did.

"You need to find her, brother," Death says. "Before someone finds her first."

She faces the street as a car collides with the man playing soccer. Unbeknownst to the man in question, he jogs over with the ball, whistling at how the car had missed him. Death gives him a warm smile and links their arms as she proceeds to explain while they walk away.

Morpheus' gaze darkens at her back, and for a moment, his eyes look like hot, twin white stars. "I know," he says quietly.

Hob Gadling is the second person he swallows his pride for you for.

"I haven't seen her since the last time I saw the two of you together a few centuries back," Hob says.

'A few centuries back' was when he and Hob had a fight after Hob accused him of being in need of companionship. In Morpheus' defence, he was more prideful then. More than that, to suggest he was lonely despite having you, his wife, was an insult to you that he would not stand for. It had been you who demanded he apologize, but by the time he followed you to the pub (his punishment had been your refusal to hold his arm) Hob was gone.

"You better show up here in a hundred years," you told him firmly.

"For you, my love, I will. Now give me your hand before someone mistakes you for not being taken for."

You lightly hit his arm. "Not for me, Morpheus! For Hob! He's your friend, whether you like it or not. And you need someone apart from me. Who will you have if something happens to me and we are apart?"

He hadn't glorified that question with an answer. He simply grabbed your hand himself and refused to let go.

His capture led him to missing his and Hob's next appointment and being late to fulfilling his promise to you. But here he was, fulfilling it, and you weren't here to see it or to finally offer your hand.

Morpheus sighs heavily as he straightens in his seat.

"Just because I haven't seen Y/N, doesn't mean I haven't heard about her," Hob says. Though the New Inn is boisterously loud, Hob drops his voice to a hush and leans forward. "I hear there's a bounty on her head."

Morpheus looks at him warningly. "Have you tried to claim it?"

"What? No! Of course not! The opposite. She's more my friend than you are. I tried to offer her refuge, but she never replied to my attempts at contacting her. I did manage to see her once by pure coincidence."

Morpheus doesn't bother trying to contain his eagerness. "How did she look? Did she say anything about me?"

"She looked terrible," Hob admits. "Exhausted and always looking over her shoulder. And no, she didn't say anything about you. She didn't say anything at all, actually. It was quite odd. Maybe her tongue got cut off—"

"I'll cut your tongue off, Hob Gadling, if you dare voice such insolent thoughts again about my wife."

Hob chugs the rest of his drink in apology. But Hob's words aren't the first time Morpheus heard you refusing to talk to anyone. The few dreams and nightmares who also caught a fleeting glimpse at you also reported that although you recognized them, you didn't utter a single word to them. A normal person would have taken this as confirmation that you had turned your back on your duties as his wife and Lady of the Dreaming. But Morpheus knew you. He had loved you for more years than you were official his. That, plus the murders associated in your wake, causes the suspicions in Morpheus to grow.

He needs to find you.

Sooner rather than later, if not for his sanity, then for the good of the waking world.

Morpheus enters his throne room, exhaustion and longing for you nearly bringing him to his knees.

He doesn't have the strength to walk all the way up his staircase, so he settles for sitting on the fourth step—your step—and drapes his coat around him.

His throne room is large and barren—a sign that your touch was missing. When you were by his side, you had conjured ivies to scale the walls and flowers to drip from the ceiling. The multi-coloured lights from the stained glass windows would blend nicely with the streaks of gold from the candlelights and chandeliers you had placed throughout. The mere presence of you brought him warmth.

Morpheus doesn't think he'd ever felt as cold as he does now.

Outside, he hears hushed whispers between Mervyn, Matthew, and Lucienne. They are debating whether not is the right time or not to ask him about you, or if that'll earn them a front row seat to being unmade.

Truthfully, Morpheus doesn't know what he'll do either. All he knows is that he's so tired and misses you, like a starving man longs for food or a drowning man desperate for air. The pain of missing you makes it hard to move, but it's the thoughts of you that threatens to drive him insane—neither is a good state to be in for the Endless responsible for everyone's dreams.

If they were drawing sticks, Lucienne must have pulled the short end.

She sticks her head past the door, not daring to take another step. "May I disturb you, lord?" she says, attempting to hide the fear in her voice by sounding cool and formal as she normally does.

Though he barely had two seconds to rest, he pushes himself up. "Speak, Lucienne."

She takes a deep breath before crossing the room to him. She talks about menial things first, like how Cain and Abel seem to have accepted his apology with Goldie and how the dream folk are planning to throw a celebration for his return, which they have invited him to come.

He says no. It was always you who dragged him to these things, and you are not there.

"What is it you really want to ask, Lucienne?"

"It's not only from me," she says slowly, "but your other subjects as well."

Morpheus already knows what she's going to say, and at the thought of your name, his exhaustion grows heavier against his limbs, threatening to send him to the floor.

"Now that your tools have been returned to you, and many of your subjects are back in the Dreaming, the dream folk are wondering where Lady Y/N is and why you have not come for her yet."

"I do hope that question is not from lack of faith that I have abandoned my wife," Morpheus says sourly, although he knows that is not the case. Lucienne had already been by his side when he met you. She witnessed the years he pined after you, counselled him into acting on his emotions and courting you, and it was she who officiated your wedding and watched the blissful years after. While he appreciated Lucienne's loyalty to him as his librarian, he also knows Lucienne and you had become close enough to be friends, to the point that she would sometimes let go of formalities and call you by her name. If anyone was to know how much you meant to him, it would be her.

"Of course not, lord," Lucienne says, as expected, "but it has been days since you have returned to full strength. How can you bear to be away from her any more than you have to?"

"I cannot."

Lucienne pauses. "My lord?"

"I cannot bear being from her for so long," Morpheus admits, and he lets his tiredness show by taking his seat on your step once more. He sighs heavily as he looks up at her. "She is my wife, Lucienne."

"Perhaps you can ask your siblings—"

"No." Morpheus scowls at the idea. He had already done enough by asking Death and a human. If any of his other siblings found out he was incapable of finding you—Desire, especially—then there would be real cause to fear for your safety.

"I can still feel her," Morpheus murmurs. "She is somewhere out there, alive. I will find her, Lucienne. You can tell my subjects that their lady will be back."

"You know," Lucienne says after a pause. "That was the last thing Y/N said about you."

Morpheus tries not to recoil from what her words imply. According to Lucienne, you had not entered the Dreaming since your last attempt at rescuing him, which was also the day Jessamy died. As heartbroken as he was witnessing the death of his beloved raven, he was even more terrified at what could have happened to you that prevented you from protecting Jessamy. You never would have let her go down to that basement unguarded and unprotected. You cared for the bird more than Morpheus did. Whatever happened that day, whatever stopped you from going downstairs, must be linked to whatever you were running from.

But what? What could you possibly be running from?

Was it him? Had the century of being apart taught you that you didn't love him as much as you thought you did, and like his other dreams and nightmares, you took your shot at freedom and left? Was he the threat you were running from?

"I will find her," Morpheus repeats. "But wherever she is, she must be safe." Lucienne frowns but he continues. "No one knows who she truly is to me, and she would not have told others. She has to be safe—"

"She is not safe, lord Morpheus."

He looks up at her immediately. Suddenly, he's standing before her and Lucienne takes a step back in surprise.

"What did you say?" he asks lowly, the words scratching his throat.

"Forgive me, lord. I thought you were aware."

He shoots her a look, as if to remind her where he had been the past century. "Aware of what, Lucienne?"

"There is a bounty on lady Y/N's head."

Morpheus struggles not to stagger back. Was this another one of Desire's games? Perhaps Desire had looped Despair into one of their ploys? Though Desire had not been invited to the wedding, Delirium had been, and he had no doubt Desire's had intimidated their youngest sibling into telling them everything.

"For what?" he manages. "Because she's my wife?"

"For being your wife," Lucienne answers, "and for being one of your tools."

For a few seconds, he is unable to speak. He simply stares at Lucienne, waiting for her to say she was joking or mistaken, but she does neither. The secrecy of you being one of his tools was the only thing Morpheus had to reassure himself that you were safe. But if that was out, then...

Lucienne meets his gaze, reaffirming the truth behind her words.

"That's not possible," he finally says. "Few people knew of that ceremony. Fewer still attended and can confirm it happened."

"It was the Corinthian, sir."

The Corinthian. His pride and joy. His greatest masterpiece and the first nightmare you helped him with.

His rogue nightmare left a bitter taste in Morpheus' mouth. The Corinthian had been at the power transference ceremony—a sign that Morpheus truly loved his nightmare the most. His defiance was already heartbreaking enough, but now this? You? This was unforgivable.

Morpheus didn’t even want to imagine what sort of prize could be promised for the wife of an Endless, let alone for being one of his tools. Was that what he left you? Loneliness and enemies? Did you resent him for that? Was that why you had not returned or called to him for help? He had no reason for falling out of love with you in the century you were apart, but it seems that you had plenty of reasons to fall out of love with him.

"My theory is that something happened between him and her the day she ran away. What, I do not know. But Matthew reported the same thing: he heard whispers of a bounty placed on the wife of the Dream King by the Corinthian."

Rage simmered in Morpheus, and the Dreaming responded as such. Across his realm, the land trembled. Volcanoes bloomed and exploded, lava rapidly surging forth as a message to the Dreaming’s inhabitants that all was at the mercy of their king and his rapidly declining patience at his missing wife.

But in the library, Morpheus remains eerily still. "You may go conduct that census now, Lucienne," he says.

She stands there for a few more moments, as if wondering whether she should press the problem that was you. Thankfully, her years of servitude has taught her of his limits, and she departs with a dip of the head.

Morpheus waves his hand, locking the doors behind her. Only then does he released a long, exhausted breath as he sinks to his back on your step. A hot tear spills over his cheek as he touches the step, remember the days you and him have spent on it. Talking sometimes, kissing on others. He can feel your lips on him still, but it's starting to fade like a dream.

He is drowning in his grief for you. If missing you had not been enough, now he is plagued with fear that perhaps you did not want to be found. Did you blame him for your predicament? Did you hate him? Morpheus doesn't think he'd be able to handle not seeing love in your eyes if you look at him? And if he sees resentment, he thinks that might just break him.

How painful it is, he thinks, to grieve for the living. How unbearably painful it is.

It takes Lucienne a few days to conduct the census.

When she finishes, Morpheus is in a slightly better mood. She talks about the census first, then the three major missing arcana: Gault, the Corinthian, and Fiddler's Green. One was unsurprising, the second expected, but Fiddler's Green was hurtful. It was in Fiddler's Green he had married you, after all. Now he had lost another part of you.

When Lucienne brings up the vortex, Morpheus is smiling as he corrects her on the vortex not being an 'it' but a 'she'.

Lucienne eyes him suspiciously. "You don't seem worried."

"Rose Walker will be my answer and solution," Morpheus declares.

"But she is a vortex. She is not a solution. She is one of our problems!"

"You said it yourself, Lucienne. She is a vortex. Sooner or later, she will bring them all to her: Gault, the Corinthian, Fiddler's Green. My wife."

Lucienne is struck silent for a few moments, and he can see that is she is torn between listening to her duty as the Dreaming’s librarian and her loyalty to you as her friend. In the end, she picks duty, and Morpheus does not blame her for that. Neither would you, if you heard her. After all, you would have said the same thing.

"But she could destroy the realm first," Lucienne says nervously.

"I will take that risk if it means finding her. I've built my realm once and rebuilt it another time. With my wife back at my wise, both will be easier to accomplish."

"But sir—"

"I will hear none of this any longer. You may go tell my subjects that the Lady of the Dreaming will be returning son." Morpheus smiles towards the ceiling at his conjured image of Rose Walker. "I will ensure it."

When Rose Walker dreams her way to his throne room, uninvited but welcomed, Morpheus' worry about the vortex' growing powers is superseded by the hope that you will find your way to her soon enough.

"She shouldn't be here," Lucienne says agitatedly.

"No," Morpheus says, eyeing his solution with fascination, "but I should like her to stay."

As he explains to her what and where she is, he thinks of you. "I need you to look for someone for me, Rose Walker," Morpheus says as he finishes circling her. "Y/N. She is neither a dream or a nightmare. She is my wife. When you find her, you must tell me. But first, I need you to tell her something."

Morpheus bends close and Rose and whispers the words into her ear. he waits for her to nod in understanding before straightening.

"But how will I know who she is?" Rose asks. "Do you have a picture?"

Morpheus turns towards the painting on the wall of you. He points to the marble statue in the midst of the water fountain that is of your body, which he had carved with his own bare hands from memory. Then he summons a flower to spiral down from the ceiling and land in Rose's palm. All mementos of you.

"Believe me," Morpheus says with a smile. "You'll know it's her. My wife is...unmistakeable."

"Can I have her name, at least?"

"Y/N," Morpheus says tenderly. He always says your name that way. Borderline a reverent whisper like you are the goddess he's praying to. "Her name is Y/N."

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ…

Your throat is throbbing. You touch your throat gingerly, and you don't need a mirror to know that the handprints of that man are visible against your skin. But even as you cough, the motion raw against your raw throat, you don't stop running.

You catch sight of a hotel, and you feel relief as you turn away from the road and bolt up the hill to the building. It'll be easier to hide in one of the many rooms, but the guarantee of people in the hotel was cause for concern. But as long as you keep your mouth shut, all should be fine.

You slow into a walk as you pass a trio of people in the parking lot. Name tags dangle from their chest, one of who is named, The Music Teacher. In the centuries you've been alive, you've never heard such an in-depth and seriously spoken topic about their favourite methods of cooking barbecue and collecting grills.

As you hurry inside, you pass by a sign that reads: CEREAL CONVENTION.

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ…

09/03/22 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁: 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 24 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗑 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝖺𝗒. 𝗂'𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌!

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾? 𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍? 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾?

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀? 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋, 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽!

𝖿𝗒𝗂 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌.

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raincitygirl76 · 7 months

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I wonder how much of the Sargust fallout in 2.06 was due to August being an only child…

He clearly did not anticipate Sara reacting as badly as she did to finding out that her boyfriend had used her tipoff to blackmail her little brother. He probably figured she wouldn’t be happy. But her level of betrayal seemed to catch August off guard. But then, August doesn’t know what it’s like to be truly pissed off at your sibling, but they’re still your sibling.

I had a fight with my sister on the weekend, and we just made up via text. We’re both gone 40 and she’s married with 2 kids (who have their own sibling rivalry issues). But she’s still my little sister, and fighting with her is still not fun.

Sara in 1.06 was not happy with Simon, and I suspect that made it easier for her to cut that deal with August. Judging by 1.06, August could have assumed that Sara doesn’t like Simon very much, and won’t particularly care what August does to him. But again, August has no siblings.

Sara cut a deal with August in 1.06 when she felt betrayed by her brother and panic-stricken at the thought of her mother forcing her to return to the old school where she had been viciously bullied. But eventually Sara’s anger at her little brother cooled. And he remained her little brother.

A few months pass. Simon and Sara aren’t as close as they used to be, with Sara boarding at Hillerska this term. And Sara is preoccupied with both her secret romance and the pending sale of Rousseau. But Simon still tells her when he finds out it was August who leaked the video. And Sara tells August what Simon told her, expecting him to do the right thing. Is she naive for thinking that? Yes. But she’s also only 18 and in love.

Then August uses her information, not to confess his crime to the police “spontaneously” before Simon can turn him in. But instead to blackmail Simon with something or other (Sara doesn’t know the specifics) so Simon can’t turn him in. Sara must be doubting at this point whether she ever meant anything to August, or if he was just using her to keep her quiet about what she knew.

As it happens she’s wrong about that, but it’s not unreasonable for her to doubt August’s motives for pursuing her, given what she’s just found out about how he used the information she gave him. Note on the shooting range she says “Because I was in love with him.” Past tense. Not “Because I’m in love with him,” present tense.

Furthermore, when she tells the truth, partly because she fears Wilhelm will blow August’s head off, Simon is devastated. He trusted Sara, and she betrayed that trust. She betrayed it more than once, has had this information since December and got involved with August anyway. I don’t think it really hits Sara until this point just how badly she’s fucked up, or just how devastated Simon is.

He’s her little brother, he’s in pain, she wants to hurt the person who hurt him. But the person who hurt him is her. She did this to him. Sara is not a forgiving person, look at how she decisively cut Micke out of her life. She must be fearing that she’s ruined her relationship with her only sibling for the rest of her life, that he will never forgive her.

I personally think Simon will forgive Sara eventually. But Sara knows what it’s like to be betrayed by an immediate family member, and knows she will never forgive Micke. It’s not difficult to imagine Sara extrapolating from her own experience, and believing Simon will permanently cut her out of his life the way she has permanently cut their father out of her life.

So she’s hurt her only sibling very badly, and for what? For a guy who turned out to be a duplicitous asshole and used her tipoff to hurt her brother. Again.

And August thinks she’ll simmer down. Yeah, she walked away from him on the shooting range, but he approaches her the following morning confidently. He has an ace in the hole to get his girlfriend to stop flipping out: he’s bought Rousseau for her. August (again, an only child) assumes the gift of Rousseau will be sufficient recompense for deep-sixing Sara’s relationship with her brother.

It isn’t sufficient recompense, and August is taken aback when Sara refuses the magnificent gift. But August doesn’t understand the push-pull of sibling dynamics. That Sara is experiencing family loyalty at a very inconvenient time (from August’s point of view).

August’s father is dead, he’s clearly not close to his mother, and he hates his stepfather’s guts. And he has no siblings, nobody else who understands what it was like to grow up at Arnas with Carl Johan and Louise Horn as their parents.

He was pretty close to his second cousin Erik before Erik wrapped his Ferrrari around a tree. But it seems like that friendship didn’t really get close until a traumatized, recently bereaved 16 year old August showed up at Hillerska as a first year and Erik (then a third year) took August under his wing.

August and Erik knew each other all their lives, but they were only close for about 2 years. And given they first got close at 16 (August) and 18 (Erik), that’s not actually analogous to a sibling relationship. Erik was already old enough to drink and vote, and August only a few years off. That’s not spending your childhood together.

And we’ve seen how superficial August’s friendships with his two best friends at Hillerska are. In S1, August and Vincent trash talk Nils behind his back for being nouveau riche. In S2, given an opportunity, Vincent sells August out, and Nils helps Vincent do so. August does not have any siblings, nor any sibling-like relationships where mutual loyalty is crucial.

So August sees Sara sell Simon out in 1.06 and takes that at face value. He doesn’t realize that Sara is angry with Simon at that point, but will get over it. Because August doesn’t understand the messiness of sibling relationships. Or their importance.

I know adults who have cut siblings out of their lives because that sibling had hurt them so grievously they said enough. But I don’t know anyone who has cut a sibling out of their life without giving it serious thought beforehand. Even if they’re better off without that sibling in their life, it’s still a huge decision. Sometimes it’s a bigger decision than cutting a parent out of their life.

Matters are complicated somewhat by divorce, remarriage, half-siblings, step-siblings, etc. obviously. But generally speaking, if you spent a significant chunk of your childhood living in the same house as someone, the decision to cut them out of your life is a very serious one.

My best friend has two older half siblings she is not close to and has never been close to. But one is 20 years her senior and the other 18 years her senior. She is the only child of her father’s second marriage, and she acts like an only child. The combination of her father’s divorce from his first wife and the massive age gap means she has very few shared experiences with her half-siblings. Now, part of that is on her dad. But part of it is simply that both her half siblings are old enough they could be her parents themselves.

So yeah, August was raised as an only child. Even if it turns out Carl Johan fathered another child out of wedlock at some point, that hypothetical half-sibling didn’t grow up with Carl Johan. There might be curiosity, it might even lead to a bond eventually, but there won’t be the shared childhood experiences.

Whereas Sara and Simon are full siblings close in age. Furthermore, they grew up together, in a traumatic family situation with a father who was an addict (and possibly abusive to boot) and a mother who meant well but was struggling to cope. Even if Simon and Sara never reconnect, they will still always have those shared experiences of growing up as Micke and Linda Eriksson’s children.

So I really don’t think August saw Sara’s total disillusionment with him in 2.06 coming. Because August isn’t anyone’s brother and doesn’t really get it.

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starogeorgina · 1 year

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Children of the dragon

Warnings: Incest, sexual content, swearing, violence

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × Targ oc, Minor Aemond Targaryen × Targ oc

1.06

You look at the ceiling above, trying your best to avoid looking at your husband, who is currently trying to fuck you, but he is struggling to get hard.

The arrival of your eldest sister and her children to fight for Lucery's right to be the future lord of Driftmark had stirred something inside the one-eyed prince. Since Luke was the second child born to Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon Driftmark by birthright, but your mother and grandfather were hellbent on convincing others he wasn’t, Although you disagreed, you couldn’t outright defend Rhaenyra’s sons' parentage because it could raise questions about your own children’s.

Aemond suddenly rolls off of you, cursing, his feet slamming against the ground as he stands to leave, his body tense, his face contorted with rage.

“Aemond, wait.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh as he turns to face you, obviously not wanting to hear what you were about to say. You don't reply with words; instead, you press your lips to his neck and reach your hand inside his trousers, which weren’t tied back up yet.

He lets out a grunt and says, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” you press a soft kiss to his lips before getting to your knees in front of him while he presses his back against the wall. You pulled his trousers down, then licked the underside of his cock and said, “I know how stressed you’ve been.”

You hadn’t ever planned on taking Aemond in your mouth before, but he was one snide comment away from exploding. If bringing him pleasure would help him relax a little, you would be willing to do it.

You take as much of him into your mouth as you can, and what doesn’t fit, you stroke with your hand. Hearing low groans of pleasure, you start to speed up your movements. You wanted this to be over as soon as possible. One reason was that your jaw was starting to ache, and another was that Aegon would never want to see you like this.

Of course you got no pleasure from sucking him off, but aside from performing sexual acts, you had no idea how else to try and comfort Aemond. Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, you could tell your husband was about to reach his high.

“Look at me.”

You stare up at Aemond as he cums in your mouth.

Aemond pulls out of your mouth, stuffing his cock back into his trousers; he looks emotionless while doing so. Eventually he looks down at you; he rubs saliva from your lip with his thumb and says, “I thought only whores pleased men with their mouths.”

He leaves you on your knees, feeling confused and slightly insulted.

—

Holding back tears, you do your best to maintain your dignity and hold your head high while swiftly leaving your bed chambers and making your way to your daughter's nursery.

You felt as though every knight and servant you passed knew what you just did and were judging you for it.

You couldn’t stop comparing how differently Aegon treats you and his brother. For one, Aegon wouldn’t have made you feel cheap and would have had a stupid grin on his face while you pleased him, then he would have returned the favor. Anything that conspired between you was always full of love and not out of duty.

Your stomach was in knots; this was the first time you felt as if you had betrayed Aegon.

You walk into the girls' room to be greeted by Helaena, who is putting Alyssa back into her cot. Her sweet smile fades when she notices how upset you look; immediately, she throws her arms around you. Helaena wasn’t a very affectionate person, mainly due to her being a dragon dreamer, and touch sometimes brought on her premonitions.

“Thank you,” you say, kissing the side of her cheek. “I needed that hug.”

You take in your sister's appearance: her hair was braided so it wasn’t hanging on her face, her long, flowing tan dress, and her smile. She looks beautiful.

You’d need to leave soon to get yourself appropriately dressed. “Once I check on the children, I’ll need to get ready for Lucerys petition.”

Helaena squeezes your hand. “He’ll never open the eye he closed, and two dragons will fall.”

—

“It can’t be much longer before your babe arrives.”

“No, not long now,” you say quietly. Your eyes were drawn from your nephew and now glued across the courtyard to a very hungover Aegon as twirled Aeron in circles, it warmed your heart to hear your son giggling. Your eyes move up to one of the windows, and you see Aemond standing on the edge of the balcony, scowling. Your jaw tightens. This would add to his ever growing fury. He was furious that you had allowed your babies to interact with your nephews.

Your attention is drawn back to Jacaerys when he clears his throat and says, “Forgive me; I’m awfully distracted.”

“It’s fine. I heard Aeron was ill not long ago, with some kind of fever?” He asks, looking over at your toddler, who’s holding his arms up for Aegon to pick him up again.

“The Maester says he had something similar to butterfly fever, but thankfully it’s worked its way through his system.”

“Butterfly fever?”

“It’s a disease native to the isle of Naath. Apparently it’s spread by black and white butterflies, whose wings are the same size as a grown man’s hand.”

Jacaerys' brows pulled together. “I’ve never heard of it, but I will see what I can find out about it when I return to Dragonstone.”

“Do you take an interest in diseases?” You sound generally curious. Your eldest nephew had offered to walk with you in the gardens after you introduced him and his brothers to your children after the petition. Your father had made it clear Luke was to be the heir to Driftmark, but things got off course when Daemon sliced off Vaemond's head with Dark Sister for calling Rhaenyra a whore and her children bastards.

“Not really, but I should. I’m trying to learn about any issues or threats that may arise when I’m king. I want to know how to help people in advance. Although my mother says I’m putting too much pressure on myself,” he says, letting out a soft laugh. “She’s limited my High Valyrian lessons.”

“Kesā mazverdagon iā rōvēgrie dārys jacaerys.”

Your nephew blushes slightly, then nods, “Thank you; that’s a very kind compliment.”

You link your arm with his, ignoring the glare boring into you from above. “So tell me, what’s Dragonstone like?”

You listened intently as he told you of his younger siblings learning to ride dragons and spoke highly of his mother. You wanted your children to grow up respecting you the way Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey loved and respected Rhaenyra.

—

The night had gone a lot smoother than the day. All of the king's children and grandchildren gathered for a family meal. You felt a pang of sadness burn in your chest when he gave a speech on setting aside your grievances. Your father didn’t have long left and wanted to see his family unit before dying.

Your mother and Rhaenyra raised a cup to each other; afterwards, Jace toasted to his betrothed Baela and your brothers, hoping to mend the broken bond between them.

“You look beautiful,” Aegon whispers, sitting down beside you.

You blush and hide your smile behind your cup, saying, “I could say the same for you, my love.”

The atmosphere was cheerful; Jace and Helaena danced beside you and Aegon, although you tired quickly due to your swollen stomach. When you sat back down and your baby began kicking up a storm, you let both Baela and Rhaena feel. The excitement of already being betrothed earlier that day. Aside from a few snide comments from your mother that were ignored by most, it would have been possible to mend the bridges between the two sides of House Targaryen. That was until Aemond decided to burn the bridge down.

Lucerys laughed when a roast pork was placed on the dining table, triggering something inside your husband. Aemond slammed his fist on the table before standing and raising his cup. “Final tribute. To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey Each of them are handsome, wise… and strong.”

“Aemond,” you hiss.

“Come... let us drain our cups to these three... strong boys.”

Your eldest nephew steps forward, clenching his fists, and says, “I dare you to say that again.”

“Why?” Aemond asks mockingly, walking towards Jace, who is now standing behind your chair. “Twas only a compliment. Do you not think of yourself as Strong?”

It feels as if time has frozen as everyone stares in horror as Jacaerys gives into your husband's taunting and punches Aemond in the face.

The punch did little for Aemond, who is taller, older, and more muscular. Seeing the menacing glint in his eye, you, as his own fist clenched, quickly stood, placing yourself between your husband and Jacaerys, stopping him from attacking Jace. “Enough! They are just boys! You are a father and should know better!”

You swear you see darkness overtake Aemond as he sneers at you but says nothing.

You shoot your mother a knowing look, silently demanding she do something. If Aemond wanted a fight, he would no doubt get one, if not from the Velaryon boys then from Daemon, who was ready to intervene.

Rhaenyra stands and addresses her sons, “Go to your quarters. All of you go now.”

You rub at your swollen stomach, turning to address the rest of the room and making eye contact with Rhaenyra. “I apologize for the slanderous rumors to which my husband has alluded and the words he has said. But I can assure you it won’t be repeated, and this isn't how I or my children view the young princes. We have nothing but respect for them.”

Furious, Aemond takes a step towards you, no doubt to argue with what you just said, but stops when he looks over your shoulder. When you turn back, you see Aegon holding his gaze. The room was silent as the tension thickened. The silence is only broken when your mother's sworn protector enters the room with a worried look on his face.

The queen stands from her chair and says, “Ser Criston?”

“Forgive me for intruding on your meal your grace, but I’ve come with news for Prince Aemond and Princess Theodora,” he says with a sympathetic look. “Prince Aeron has taken ill. The Maester has been sent for.”

Two warm hands are placed on your shoulders as you stare at the knight struggling to find words, feeling as if the air has been knocked from you. “Ser Criston,” Aegon says, his already pale skin turning three shades lighter. “Where is he?”

“In his nursery,”

Immediately you step out of Aegon’s grip, brush by your husband, and start to run as fast as your pregnant body would allow. Your mother calls from behind you, but you don’t look back. You didn’t care if it was rude or improper to leave without saying a word; you only cared about seeing your son.

Kesā mazverdagon iā rōvēgrie dārys jacaerys - You will make a great king Jacaerys

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mittensmorgul · 1 year

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Okay, I have a lot of thoughts i’ve been rotating for a while now, and even if I don’t have a coherent overarching meta composed in my head yet, I feel I need to at least record some of these thoughts for future reference. Buckle up. It’s a lot.

I’ll start with a few overarching themes and points that cover the entire series, and then move into the specifics of the most recent episode, the PENULTIMATE episode lol, 1.12. gonna just bullet point these for ease of reference purposes:

-a ridiculous percentage of the series has dealt with monsters/entities with their own little pocket dimensions. yes, this was a thing the original series touched on occasionally-- djinn dream universes created entirely inside someone’s mind, gabriel’s eternal tuesday time loop, gabriel’s weirdo tv land, the soul eater nest in 11.16, and even chuck’s bar at the end of the universe from 11.20. Or like... the entire concept of alternate universes introduced in 6.15 The French Mistake that may or may not have been a construct by Balthazar... up to interpretation... and the final seasons wrangling of several specific alternate universes

so far in The Winchesters we have, by episode:

(under a cut because this got long lol)

*eta: since it’s been pointed out to me that not everyone’s managed to memorize all the spn prime episodes by number, here’s the Mittens Decoder Page on the superwiki by episode number: http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Category:Episodes

1.01 the Loup Garou and the Monster Trap Box (which can only be recharged by things that are “not of this earth”, specifically they will learn it’s a transporter device that sends creatures trapped by it back to whatever world’s item has “charged” the box) they were searching for, hidden in a secret chamber for years.

1.02 La Tunda, who lures victims into her little pocket dimension trap via roots pulling them underground. she can only be killed by being stabbed with a piece of her own wood/body

1.03 the Bori Baba who lures victims into a pocket dimension trap via a burlap sack. he can only be destroyed (and his captives freed) by them willingly relinquishing/destroying the beloved thing he lured them with.

1.04 Mars Neto who lures victims into a pocket dimension trap and makes them relive trauma and fight him. Could only be defeated/rendered mortal when the amphora containing his power was shattered.

1.05 djinn... but these are slightly different than any of the djinn we know from original canon. they can form a link directly into someone else’s mind and control them out in the real world, not just in a pocket universe trap... it turns victims’ own minds into the trap

1.06 a vengeful spirit of a POSSESSED VAMPIRE of an entirely new variety, who broke free of a trap where he’d been locked for decades, because his friends felt helpless against his growing darkness/involvement with dark magic that was twisting who he was. Lata had to force him to confront that and confess, and the possessing spirit chooses to leave John in an act of doing the right thing.

1.07 straight-up Akrida-- the monsters apparently from an alternate universe trying to invade our world to devour it all (reminiscent of the tentacle monsters Sam and Dean found trapped in a different MoL capitulum clubhouse and accidentally released in 12.17, but bugs instead of tentacles...). They are our overarching Big Bad, who bridge the gap between pocket dimension and possession/mind control that surrounds so many of the themes of the series. but this episode explores them in more depth (right down to the underground lair where the queen was trapped). I feel the need to mention it somewhere, but the akrida used radio waves as a lure for all the bizarre monsters our core four have been dealing with all season, connecting the akrida directly to every other specific monster we’ve seen them confront. Episode literally called “Reflections” which leads me into:

1.08 Loki/Gabriel? Who I already mentioned above as a creator of pocket dimensions and messing with minds in original canon. And for some reason at the end of the episode, he’s trapped inside a mirror, a bit of lore we’ve never seen connected to Loki or Gabriel leaving me to wonder how trapped he actually is... A reflection, as it were.

1.09 vampires... but more the sort we already know from spn prime canon. except the whole mission around them involves a PROPHECY unwittingly stamped onto John’s hand. We’re reminded that prophecy can’t be avoided, BUT you can control some of the circumstances AROUND the prophecy. Context matters, and tiny glimpses of things aren’t representative of the whole truth. (4.18 anyone...)

1.10 A very Magnus-coded (who if you remember created his own little pocket universe to live in with his monster zoo and collection of supernatural relics) disgraced MoL who lies about his identity, his past, and his motives for returning to the clubhouse now. Literally wants to transfer his and his wife’s consciousnesses into John and Mary’s bodies to get back the life the Akrida had stolen from them and he felt they were owed... with no self-awareness that this actually made HIM the monster in this case.

1.11 the Shadow Spirits generated by Maggie’s magical bracelet that both showed the wearer the truth about hidden motivations AND could also become a trap. Carlos and Lata are pulled into a shadowy trap (not just in their minds! they are no longer physically in the house! they were pulled bodily into some sort of pocket universe BY A SHADOW (you know, the proper term for the Empty Entity in spn prime canon?). Where their only hope for escape was Lata confessing her deep, dark hidden secret to Carlos. She was terrified that he would reject her if he knew the truth about her, that Carlos would be ashamed of her, but he reconfirmed that he loves her unconditionally, and nothing will ever change that.

She’d felt guilt and responsibility for the actions of others for so long, but Carlos helped her see the whole picture again, that it was not her fault, that she’d been helpless to circumstance and wasn’t at fault for her father’s bad actions-- even to the point where they led to the death of an innocent woman.

But the other function of this bracelet, used on Betty to show her the TRUTH of the akrida-possessed people finally gave US a look at how akrida possession works. It’s not just the little spikes in the neck doing the controlling through chemicals or whatever, they seem to function like some sort of weird antenna that connects them via mysterious green tentacles of light up into the sky. Where do they go? I thought the akrida queen was buried underground, not in the sky? Who or what is pulling those poisonous green strings?

aside to mention lata found the bracelet hidden in A CAN OF RAT POISON, along with a tasty treat that carlos devoured. the rat poison packaging was just a decoy to keep anyone else from accidentally finding Maggie’s bracelet (and her stash of tasty treats lol)

1.12 LIMBO’S HOUSE OF HAPPY. a fucking CARNIVAL TENT of a pocket universe, run by a literal clown who made a deal with a witch to create a perfect place where he would never feel sad again. (somebody PLEASE tell me this feels like 15.20... from the rando pie festival where Dean STILL doesn’t get to eat pie and has it smashed in his face instead, and then gets hung on a rusty nail after fighting off some vampire clowns/mimes and sent to a weirdo version of Heaven where he can apparently never worry about anything again? freaking dystopian, ffs... but also... very much a thematic summary of the entire metanarrative plot of the Winchesters as a whole...)

I’m gonna spend the rest of this post absolutely yelling about this last one. While watching, my brain just kept lighting up with references to past canon.

A CLOWN named LIMBO.

Of course, when we think about clowns in Supernatural, we always think of Sam’s lifelong fear of them. Apparently connected to the fact that Dean used to leave him at Plucky Pennywhistle’s as a kid, but also... almost every reference to clowns in canon prime are connected either to Azazel or to Lucifer himself.

My very first thought about LIMBO the CLOWN was 11.10 The Devil in the Details. Rowena being the one to magically assemble the “stage cage” where they’d summoned Lucifer to question him about Sam’s visions and dealing with the Darkness, and Rowena appearing in this episode (even if in an entirely different plot arc, she’s still ~there~) feels very relevant.

But we’d known that Sam’s visions in s11 were foreshadowing a return of Lucifer and possibly a trip to the cage. But... Clowns Specifically were used to foreshadow this. In 11.07 Plush, Sam was trapped IN AN ELEVATOR with a murderous clown, and the overhead shot as Sam frees the man in the clown suit from possession... looks like cage bars (screencaps from HotN):

Remember, this was TWO EPISODES before Crowley leads Sam and Rowena INTO LIMBO in 11.09. LIMBO. Where Sam’s worst nightmare becomes reality and he’s literally trapped IN A FAKE CAGE, IN LIMBO, WITH THE ULTIMATE CLOWN:

(screenshot from the superwiki page for 11.09)

LIMBO is where Cas says yes to possession by Lucifer, and right after this kills Rowena for her trouble, after she confesses that she’s the only one who knows the spell to force him back into the actual cage.

From 11.09:

Crowley: We are in the furthest reaches of Hell, Limbo, where I send unruly souls for timeout. Sam: This is where I meet with Lucifer? Crowley: What it lacks in ambience it makes up for in security. They come to an empty cage. Rowena paints sigils on the cage, while the thunderstorm continues to rage. Crowley: Makes your flesh crawl, doesn’t it Moose? I get it. I’m the King of this place. It’s still not my cup of tea. Sam: I don’t know, Crowley. I’d say it suits you. Dark. Empty. Crowley: Fascinating; the utter contempt, when I’m in the midst of saving the Winchester’s bacon, again. Sam: The point of this is to save everyone’s bacon, including yours. Let’s just hope she knows what she’s doing. This cell won't hold crap if the warding is not right. Rowena: Don’t you worry about me, Samuel. I’m a professional. Crowley: Are you certain you can do this without actually opening the Cage? Rowena: We are about to find out, aren’t we.

Rowena BELIEVED Lucifer would become her protector, bring her peace, security, power. But it was all a lie. And in this episode, she seeks out Ada under the pretense of talking to the specific demon Ada had trapped in a bonsai tree, looking for information about her son...

Let’s detour through some other clown references from spn, just for funsies. The cold open victim in this episode was the only one who could see the magical tent, and his friend saw and heard nothing of it (he didn’t have the magic ticket). It called back to the children in 2.02 Everybody Loves a Clown. They were the only ones who could see the Rakshasa clown, who used those children to gain entry to their homes to devour their parents.

There’s also the ghost of John Wayne Gacy in 14.13, an episode where Dean’s wish to reunite his family is fulfilled, even for a brief moment. (the ghost will return in 14.20 when Chuck cracks Hell open). But specifically this clown is tied directly to John and Mary reuniting before John chooses to go back to his own time to save everyone else and restore the timeline. John will only vaguely remember the events as some sort of pleasant dream. It comes with a side of Dean accepting his life, not WANTING to change it because everything he’s endured has combined to make him the person he’s become. GROWTH DOT GIF.

(and in 15.01 the clown ghost nearly gets sam, again...)

Which brings me back to the Akrida. Our mind-controlling, possessing archvillain of this entire narrative. Whose goal seems to revolve around being freed from a sort of cage to run riot across creation. They have apparently shifted reality, all because Dean knocked over some first mysterious domino and unleashing the chain of events he’s been recounting through the entire series.

Was that inciting incident going back in time to deliver the note to John? Was it giving John the key to the MoL clubhouse that sparked not only what appears to be a massive change in the timeline from what we’d known from spn prime, but possibly also GENERATED the akrida as a monster specifically that creates these sorts of pocket dimensions to devour?

Also, brief aside to mention DEANNA. Like, the entire early part of the season revolved around Mary concerned about Samuel being “missing.” And yet, we also learned that Deanna had disappeared to points unknown. She hadn’t been seen by anyone in MONTHS, was last assumed to be hunting with some group in Michigan (? I think? top of my head reference), and yet NOBODY has showed the same concern for her whereabouts as they collectively did for Samuel. It’s almost like they all have some sort of weird amnesia about her at this point. They just... aren’t concerned about her at all, and haven’t even mentioned her in weeks. Which makes me think she’s at the center of all of this. I would be 100% unsurprised if she’s the one possessed by the Akrida queen at this point. because otherwise, WHERE TF IS SHE. But also, WHY TF IS NOBODY ELSE SEEMINGLY CONCERNED ABOUT HER AT ALL?! It’s WEIRD.

I am generally losing my mind over all of this, and don’t know what Big Secret will be revealed in the finale, but hooBOY I am prepared to scream about it for weeks. This is all just stashed here for my own future reference purposes, and I’m sure I’ll come back and add more things as I think of them, but heck this will have to suffice for now :’D

#the winchesters #spnwin s1 spoilers #spnwin 1.12 #spn 11.07 #spn 11.09 #spn 11.10 #spn 2.02 #spn 14.13 #spn 14.20 #spn 15.01 #spn 7.14 #spn 15.20

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Yin and Yang

Balance is a key aspect in the world, so why shouldn’t the Avatar have an opposite?

In a world where Raava and Vaatu merge with humans, the Avatar and the Daimon try to keep the peace between the four nations.

Aang and Hua are the current incarnations, but wake up 100 years in the future.

How will these two learn all four elements in one year and defeat the Fire Lord?

Book 1.06: Imprisoned

Water.

Earth.

Fire.

Air.

Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony.

Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

Only the Avatar and Daimon, masters of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed them most, they vanished.

A hundred years passed, and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar and Daimon, an airbender named Aang and an earthbender named Hua.

And although his airbending and her earthbending skills are great they have a lot to learn before they’re ready to save anyone.

But I believe Aang and Hua can save the world.

***

"Yeah that's it, keep holding it!"

"I never knew air could be....so rebellious!"

"Don't lose your concentration, Hua, spin the air ball, and make it bigger!"

"Make it bigger?", repeated Hua astonished.

She wanted to send a glare at Aang, but all her concentration was fixed on the little air sphere she had created.

Team Avatar-Daimon had left Omashu a few days ago and were on the road again.

While they waited for Sokka to bring them dinner, Hua and Aang trained in airbending.

Katara had Jaiyi on her lap watching them and Appa was relaxing beside her.

"You are doing great, Hua!", cheered her Katara on. "You can do it!"

Jaiyi yipped in agreement and Appa made an encouraging grumbling noise.

Biting her lip in concentration the Daimon tried her best to bend more air into the airball.

It failed spectacularly!

She lost control of the ball and got hit in the face with the air current.

Autsch!

From all around her she heard sympathetic whines as tears shot in her eyes.

"I'm the worst airbender, EVER!", cried Hua, rubbing her hurting face.

Fast Katara was at her side, hugging her, while Jaiyi snuggled up her legs.

"Now, now, Hua, you can do it. It just takes time.", tutted Katara gently. "No master fell from heaven. Aang tell her she isn't the worst."

The Avatar joined them and petted Hua's shoulder awkwardly.

"A few days ago you couldn't even form an airball, now you can do it, even if it's tiny."

"Thanks, Aang."

Yeah, since being reunited with Bumi and then leaving him, the air between the Avatar and Daimon was weird.

Hua wouldn't say they were friends per se, however, they didn't argue as much as before and Aang finally started to teach her better airbending.

Oh, they still had different opinions on a lot of things, Katara and even Sokka a few times, had to stop them from really starting a big fight, but as she was saying seeing Bumi again had made them both think.

They remember Bumi as this crazy redheaded young boy with even crazier ideas, seeing him as an old man, made it real what had happened to them.

How they had been imprisoned in ice for over a hundred years, how anything has changed but them.

Technical they were both 112 years old, however, their bodies and minds were still the ones of young children.

No one could understand what a situation they were in.

No one, besides their other half.

So, they had formed a kind of truce.

It was...comforting to talk with another how everything was so different, how they missed their old lives and have the person understand it fully because they were right along with them.

Yeah, so not as much hating as before and a bit of camaraderie had forward between Aang and Hua.

Maybe with time they even would call each other friends!

Something a week ago both had thought impossible.

Anyway, for today the airbening lesson stopped, decide Katara.

She put a cold wet cloth on Hua's face to help the light swelling which was forming.

The Daimon gave her her thanks, Katara was so awesome, as Aang welcomed back Sokka and Momo.

The lemur sat beside Jaiyi and Appa chittering away, maybe telling them what Sokka and he found for food.

The humans were eagerly sitting before Sokka as he dug through his back to show them, what he had found.

"We've got a few options.", told them Sokka. "First; round nuts. And some kind of oval-shaped nuts? And some rock-shaped nuts, that might just be rocks. Dig in!"

They all stared at him.

"Seriously ... what else you got?", asked Katara for the rest of their group.

This couldn't just be it?

How should they get a full stomach with only nuts?

Suddenly the entire earth quakes, surprising the group.

Sokka wonders what this was, as the earth again shudders. Somehow Aang managed to pin-point the direction it came from and all beside Sokka started curious running towards it.

"Shouldn't we run away from huge booms? Not toward them?", calls the oldeste, before he joins them.

As it turns out it's a young boy who is practising his earthbending making all these noises and tiny earthquakes.

The Daimon feels happy to see another earthbender and was all for approaching him, maybe they could share some moves, but as Katara speaks to him, he runs away.

Huh?

Weird.

The waterbender was disappointed she just wanted to say hi, as Aang says that the boy probably ran to a town, which means they could buy food there which wasn't nuts.

The girls were all for a nut-free dinner and followed Aang.

Poor Sokka laments how hard he worked to find these nuts, only to have Momo chittering at him and he admins, yeah he didn't like nuts either.

The town they find is a small mining town, in typical Earth Kingdom colours.

Aang got himself a hat, which he puts on, while Hua frowns.

Her Daimon-Rader was on, making her shiver. She tasted the melancholy and despair in this small town.

What was going on here?

It seemed like a nice cute mining town.

The Daimon couldn't pinpoint, why her Rader was on.

Still wondering what was going on she followed behind Sokka and Aang into a shop, where Katara already was.

Their waterbender had found the earthbender from before!

In the shop was also a woman, probably his mother.

"Hey. You're that kid. Why did you run away before?", asks Katara curious.

The earthbender boy was sweating from his nerves, you could see.

"Uh, you must have me confused with some other kid."

"No, she doesn't.", disagrees Aang. "We saw you earthbending."

The earthbender and his mother gasp in horror and both the door and window to the small shop are promptly slammed shut.

"They saw you doing what?!", asks the mother in a mix of anger and worry.

"They're crazy, Mom! I mean, look at how they're dressed."

This makes the whole Team Avatar unsure about their appearance.

Aang gazes at his conical hat, shifting it about in confusion. Katara awkwardly grasps at her dress, looking with astonishment at herself. Sokka quirks an eyebrow and smooths out his sleeve and Hua fixes the sleeve of her green kimono tunic with a frown.

They all thought they looked fine.

"You know how dangerous that is!", reminds the earthbender mom her son. "You know what would happen if they caught you earthbending!"

Surprisingly someone knocks on the shop door, demanding to open up.

Stealthy Sokka peeks through the window's blinds.

"Fire Nation! Act natural!"

Fast the kids run around the shop to act natural, while Haru's mother opens the door.

The Fire Nation tax collector stares awkwardly at the five children in front of him.

Haru grasps his chin and stares at an apple in Sokka's hand, which the watertribe boy presents to him like he wants to sell it.

Katara embraced a bowl of berries and stuffed her mouth full of them.

Hua stands before a shelf on her tippy toes like she is a ballerina, trying to reach a large jar and Aang has his hand atop a barrel, beaming an immense toothy smile.

His pose is short-lived as the barrel's lid spins, dunking Aang's hand into the barrel of water and causing him to fall down.

Angry Haru's mother demands to know what the tax collector wants since she already paid them this week.

Gleeful the tax collector informs her how the taxes have risen and if she doesn't want her shop to get burned down, she better pay up.

Not having a choice Haru's mom hands him the small money she has in her cash register.

Like he was doing her a great favour the tax collector throws the copper one on the floor and leaves the shop.

"Nice guy.", says Sokka full of sarcasm. "How long has the Fire Nation been here?"

"Five years. Fire Lord Ozai uses our town's coal mines to fuel his ships.", explains Haru's mom.

"They're thugs. They steal from us. And everyone here's too much of a coward to do anything about it.", adds Haru in rightful anger.

His mother shushes him. He shouldn't talk like that.

Katara wonders why Haru shouldn't help this town since he was an earthbender.

Tired his mom tells her how earthbending was forbidden and brought them only misery. Haru never should use his bending.

This makes Katara angry on Haru's behalf, he has a gift and he shouldn't use it? It would be like to tell her not waterbend.

She asks what could the Fire Nation do to them, which they already haven't.

Defeated Haru's mom replies they could take him away like his father.

You can collectively hear how the hearts of Team Avatar-Daimon break hearing this.

***

A while later Team Avatar-Daimon followed Haru and his mother home.

They offered them a sleeping place in their barn.

It was super nice of them.

"My mom said you can sleep here tonight. But you should leave in the morning.", tells them Haru.

"Thanks.", says Aang to the group. "I'll make sure Appa doesn't eat all your hay."

Appa engulfs a mouthful of hay. The flying bison pauses, turning to stare dubiously toward Aang before continuing to chew hay.

Jaiyi jumps happily into the hay rolling around, while Momo flies around the barn.

Sokka and Aang enter the barn, so Hua is the only one who notices how Katara and Haru walk away together.

A small smile forms on the female earthbender lips, Haru is really cute, and Katara deserves the attention of a cute guy, even if she feels a tiny bit jealous.

Hua had never preferred one gender over the other, her first kiss had been with a neighbourhood girl when she still lived in Ba Sing Se. It was a cute little romance, which didn't get further after it was revealed she was the Daimon.

As she had told Jaiyi in Kyoshi, she had a tiny crush on Katara, but she knew she had zero changes with the other girl.

Her friendship was enough, even if she would feel a tiny bit jealous of how someone else could be close to the beautiful waterbender.

Other than Aang, the airhead.

His crush on Katara was still going strong.

At least Hua could distract Aang and Sokka to give Katara as much time with Haru as possible.

So she stepped into the barn and proclaimed: "Aang, do you think your marble trick is a good trick for me to learn?"

This started a long discussion between all three because Sokka said they couldn't just start airbending in a barn in a town full of firebenders, Aang mussed and explained how the trick seemed simple, but was actually quite complex and Hua playing her part at being stubborn.

Katara returned to the barn, when the moon was up, and found her friends and brother discussing with each other about who would win a race between Jaiyi, Appa and Momo.

How in the name of Tui and La did they get to this point?

The waterbender raised an eyebrow and saw how Hua winked at her.

Oh...!

Her best friend, because that's what Hua has become in these long weeks they have travelled together, must have noticed how she had taken a walk with Haru and made sure that Aang and Sokka were none the wiser.

Hua thought probably, they would share a kiss with each other, not that Katara would have minden, Haru was cute and nice, but they had just talked and then saved the poor old man from the collapsed mine.

It made her feel warm in the heart that she had someone in the corner, who would have her back.

She would do the same for Hua too.

When all were on their haystack beds, beside Aang who slept on Appa with Momo, Katara told them all about how Haru had saved the old man.

"You must have really inspired him.", mussed Aang, as Katara finished her story.

"I guess so."

"You are great, Katara, you know that?", adds Hua, cuddling with Jaiyi under her blankets.

"That's sweet of you, Hua."

"Everyone should get some sleep.", advised Sokka. "We're leaving at dawn."

This made the others unhappy.

"Not so early again!", moaned Hua in despair and Jaiyi yipped in agreement.

"Dawn?! Can't we sleep in for once?", demands Katara an explanation.

"Absolutely not! This village is crawling with Fire Nation troops. If they discover you're here, Aang and Hua, we'll be eating fireballs for breakfast. Goodnight."

"I'd rather eat fireballs than nuts.", sasses Katara, making Aang and Hua laugh.

"Good one!", praises Hua.

Huffing Sokka turns around, giving them all literally the cold shoulder and a goodnight.

The other three share some more giggles, before Katara blows out their lamplight.

Time to sleep!

***

Sokka really made them stand up at dawn!

Aang and Hua shoot unhappy and tired looks at the older boy, while they help him to back their things.

Katara had stepped out to fill their water pots.

The three were nearly done with packing as Katara stormed back in and shouted that Haru was taken.

The Avatar and Daimon shouted in surprise and worry for their new friend, as Sokka tried to calm his sister down to get an explanation.

Turns out the old man Haru saved yesterday sold him out to the Fire Nation and Katara felt so guilty since she practically encouraged Haru to use his earthbending, it was all her fault!

"It wasn't your fault Katara. You couldn't know the old man was a backstabbing traitor.", tried Hua to make her best friend feel better.

However, Katara was determined to fix this mess by any means.

She would get herself arrested for earthbending and then break out Haru from where he was held prisoner.

A big discussion broke out between all of them.

First how Katara shouldn't enter the belly of the beast alone or not at all, then that Hua said she should go look for Haru since she is the only real earthbender they have.

This was shot down because Sokka and Katara made clear that the Daimon in Fire Nation's hand was bad.

They couldn't lose her when the world needed her and Aang.

So, Katara had to pretend to earthbend.

The plan was actually really simple.

They needed to find a Fire Nation patrol and Katara and Sokka would start a fake fight, where Katara would treat him then with her "earthbending".

Hua and Aang would stay out of sight and Hua would earthbend the boulder for Katara when she heard her que.

Team Avatar-Daimon got themselves ready and didn't have to wait long for a Fire Nation patrol.

As the group of spear-wielding guards approach, Katara and Sokka made a show of walking into one another by their stomachs before emphatically shouting.

"Get out of my way, pipsqueak!", growls Sokka, pointing at Katara in anger.

"How dare you call me pipsqueak, you giant-eared cretin!", shouts Katara back, waving her fist around.

"What did you call me?!"

"A giant-eared cretin! Look at those things! Do herds of animals use them for shade?!"

"You better back off!", then Sokka mumbles to Katara: "Seriously, back off."

But Katara was so in her role that she just yelled: "I will not back off! I bet elephants get together and make fun of how large your ears are!"

"That's it! You're going down!"

"I'll show you who's boss! Earthbending style!"

That was Hua's cue.

From behind the boulder she hides with Aang, she bends the boulder up at the same time Katara over-dramatically leaps toward the boulder, clenching her fist upward.

It should now look and be clear that Katara "earthbends".

However, Momo had been hiding behind that boulder and had his arms raised, licking himself.

This shows how dumb some people are because one of the guards points at Momo surprised and gasps: "That lemur! He's earthbending!"

Sokka can't believe it.

"No, you idiot, it's the girl!", corrects Sokka waving his arms towards Katara.

Blushing shameful the guard agrees.

So the rest of Team Avatar-Daimon watches how Katara gets into custody and is hopefully brought to the same prison Haru was.

They need to follow them, but before Sokka tells Momo that he has big ears, maybe to feel better about all the comments Katara made about his, which makes the poor lemur coo in protest.

***

Following Katara leads them to a prison island made completely out of metal.

Smart.

Ocean around them and no earth or rock to bend.

The Fire Nation did their homework.

Hopefully, Katara finds Haru and then they can leave.

Well, this is what Aang and Sokka thought, Hua was nervously playing with her hands as they waited for Katara twelve hours passed.

It was again her Daimon-Rader who let her feel and taste the sadness and hopelessness of the prison.

Could they really just take Katara and Haru and leave the other earthbenders<?

This were Hua's people.

As the Daimon she had to protect her people too.

The young girl thought about what they could do to save the other earthbender.

She couldn't let them be.

When it was finally time to fetch Katara, Hua decided to tell the others how they had to save the prisoners.

Aang returned with Katara to her and Sokka and her best friend made clear that she wouldn't leave these prisoners.

Sokka protested loudly.

"I'm with Katara.", she told them. "We can't just leave these people her suffering if we can change it."

For this Katara gave her a bright smile, while Sokka declared them both crazy.

They gave him unamused looks.

Aang was swayed too and Sokka gave up to change their minds.

So they got on the Prison Island, while Appa with Jaiyi in his saddle, would hide in the clouds, tile they needed them.

Team Avatar-Daimon hide behind some wooden boxes.

"We don't have much time. What are we gonna do?", asked Sokka.

"I wish I knew how to make a hurricane!"

The others stared blankly at Aang.

"The warden would run away and we'd steal his keys!", explains the Avatar.

"Wouldn't he just take his keys with him?", points Sokka out.

"I'm just tossing ideas around."

"I tried talking the earthbenders into fighting back but, it didn't work! If there was just a way to help them help themselves.", signed Katara.

"I may have an idea.", starts Hua slowly.

"Well out with it.", motivates her Sokka, while Katara and Aang look couriose at her.

"I have tried to think of a solution to help the earthbenders. What they need is some kind of earth or rock to fight with. So where do we get this on this metal island?", Hua turns to the large chimneys pointing at them. "From there. Coal is earth too."

"That's brilliant, Hua!", praises her Katara, which makes the younger girl blush.

"Mmh, it could work...", trailed Sokka off, gripping with a hand his chin, thinking. "I may even have an idea how to get the coal!"

Sokka explains his plan to them and after Aang sneakily checks out if it is possible, they get to work.

Morning arrives, Sokka Katara and Hua are alone by an air duct.

Sokka is peering down into it, while Katara and Hua kneel beside it with their hands on its rim.

"It's almost dawn. We're running out of time! You sure this is gonna work?", asked Katara worried.

They only had this chance.

Her brother reassured her that he thought it well through. There are vents everywhere, where the smoke the coal produces goes out. Aang closed all vents beside the one that leads to them and when he airbends all the coals will pop out.

And boom!

Something to earthbend for the earthbenders.

"There are the intruders!", suddenly shouts a guard.

Not even a few seconds later the girls and Sokka are in circled by them. The prisoners have gathered a safe distance away from this spectacle, observing what is happening.

Sokka gets his boomerang ready, while Haru's father, Tyro, calls out to Katara that she can't win this fight. The warden was also there, telling her how utterly hopeless this all was.

A sudden rush of air fills their ears as the facility shakes.

The ventilation shaft bursts off its hinges as an immense blast of coal soars into the air, crashing down into a gathered pile.

Everyone present is silent, staring in stark surprise at this turn of events.

Lastly, Aang leaps out from the barren ventilation shaft, landing atop the coal pile and coughing, covered in soot and dirt.

Momo follows him and Katara runs up to the coal, turning to face the earthbenders.

"Here's your chance, earthbenders! Take it!", encouraged Katara them, holding a piece of coal high in the air. "Your fate is in your own hands!"

Haru bolts ahead without hesitation, prepared to bend the waiting coal as a weapon.

Tyro throws his hand up, bracing his son's chest to halt his advance.

No one makes a move.

Katara looks unsure at the prisoners.

The warden starts to laugh at her: "Foolish girl. You thought a few inspirational words and some coal would change these people? Look at these blank, hopeless faces. Their spirits were broken a long time ago. Oh, but you still believe in them. How sweet. They're a waste of your energy little girl. You failed."

The warden finishes his speech by turning to take leave of the facility.

As he does so, a single piece of coal sails through the air and pelts the back of his head.

Outraged, the warden spins back to see who dared to attack him.

Haru stands defiantly levitating three pieces of coal above his hand.

The warden sends a blast of fire toward Haru, but the fire is blocked, as the newly invigorated Tyro raises a wall of coal in his defence.

The Guards line up and prepare for battle.

"Show no mercy!", commands the Warden and they attack a blast of fire as one toward the rebelling prisoners.

The earthbenders work together to haul a sizable mass of coal to block the fire.

"For the Earth Kingdom, attack!", shouts Tyro.

Slamming the coal to the ground; chunks of rock assault the guards.

The battle immediately flares, prisoners ducking blasts of fire and countering with fists of coal.

Katara, Hua and Aang chase after Sokka as he snaps soldiers' spears in two with his boomerang, tossing the broken shafts to Momo overhead. Momo continues to collect other pieces of broken spears that are thrown up at him.

Tyro and Haru work in unison to compress gathered coal into one lump, slinging this through the doors to make way for their escape.

The guards on top fall down.

Some of the earthbender race out of the hole, while others stay to give them time to reach the ship, like Tyro and Haru.

Aang and Hua help the remaining earthbenders against the warden.

The Avatar generates an air funnel and holds it between his hands which Katara and Sokka fill with coal.

Then he fired the material rapidly at the warden and his fellow benders, knocking them to the ground.

Following this, Tyro, Hua and another earthbender work together to lift coal beneath these adversaries, moving them away from the rig and over the ocean.

"No, please! I can't swim!", begs the Warden.

"Don't worry. I hear cowards float.", tells him Tyro.

They drop their enemies into the ocean.

Now they can all leave!

The earthbenders take the little ships of the firebender to sail away, while Aang, Hua and Sokka ride Appa beside them.

Katara was on one of the ships with Tyro and Haru.

Both thank her for her help and for giving them back their courage.

Tyro calls out how they will take back his village and every village in the Earth Kingdom the Fire Nation took.

All the earthbenders shout in agreement.

"Come with us.", asked Haru Katara softly.

He may have known her for a short time, but she was one in a million...maybe they could...?

The waterbender blushes and her heart flatters a bit. There were no boys her age in the Southern Water Tribe, besides her brother, and she did like Haru, however...it was not enough.

"I can't. Your mission is to take back your home. Ours is to get Aang and Hua to the North Pole.", explains Katara.

They both look over to them.

Aang was sitting on Appa's head, playing with Momo and coal, while Hua was beside Sokka on the saddle cuddling Jaiyi, her trusty ninetails licking her cheeks.

"That's them, isn't it? The Avatar and Daimon.", guesses Haru correct. "Katara, thank you for bringing my father back to me. I never thought I'd see him again. I only wish there was some way ..."

"I know."

Like always she wants to touch her mother's necklace, but to her horror, it's not anymore on her neck.

Oh no!

Where did she lose it?

Back on the prison rig, Katara's necklace was lying amid coal sparsely on the deck until someone picked it up.

None other than Prince Zuko stares at it grimly as he stands alone facing the sunset.

This time he was too late, however, next time the Avatar and Daimon wouldn't slip away from him!

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Whispers

Five Hargreeves x f!reader

Blurb • Prologue - 1.0 • Chapter 1 - 1.01 • Chapter 2 - 1.02 • Chapter 3 - 1.03 • Chapter 4 - 1.04 • Chapter 5 - 1.05 • Chapter 6 - 1.06 • Chapter 7 - 1.07

Warning: Contains: alcohol, blood, killing, fighting

A hidden motive

Date: 24th of March, 2019

Time: ???

Location: Hargreeves mansion

"Oh my god. We're going to jail." A panicked voice spoke. "We're accomplices."

"No, we're not."

"Yeah, we're not. You are."

"Why don't you save all your whining and shut up for once?"

"Five, I swear to god I will-"

"Hey, shhhhh! I think she's moving." Someone else hushed. "Good morning~"

A pained groan escaped my lips as a sharp pain shot through my body. Slowly, my eyes started to flutter open, wincing at the sudden light being shone in my face. My eyes started to readjust and vision cleared.

I noticed I was in a dimly lit room, a kitchen to be more specific, with a table opposite me which held a total of 6 people who were staring right at me, most of their gazes either sceptical or confused.

"What the..?" As I tried to move, I felt something restricting me from doing so. I furrowed my brows and looked down to see my body duct taped to a wooden chair.

I thrashed my limbs around in the very limited amount of space available to me, the chair legs screeching against the floor.

"It's pointless, y'know." I stopped momentarily, immediately recognising his voice. That same voice that I was forced to grow accustomed to hearing over the span of 3 years. I looked up.

A young boy, 16 years old or so, who was wearing a navy blue school uniform with shorts, was watching me with an annoyingly familiar pair of green eyes.

That's when a dawning realisation came over me. If Five time travelled to 2019, taking me with him and is now aged down 22 years, then that must mean...

My eyes made contact with a small mirror placed on the other side of the kitchen, making my eyes widen in pure shock and lips part in disbelief. I was now 15 years old. My cheeks were chubbier and my features softer, betraying the dangerous reputation I had built for myself after all these years.

I already missed the striking sharpness of my jawline.

I looked down at my clothes that were now too large for my teenage body to host. My white blouse now stretched past my finger tips and black trousers hanged loosely from my legs.

Every little detail suddenly came flooding back.

Fuck. Everything’s ruined. It was all going to plan until this... man child came along. I tried to resist the urge of screaming, screaming until I lost my voice completely. But he was nowhere near worth it so I settled for the next best idea.

"You little pubescent schoolboy looking piece of shit! You drugged me, kidnapped me, and aged me down 20 years!" I barked, my voice dripping with anger.

"Wait, you're 35?"

I averted my glare to who I assumed to be one of Five’s brothers. He had blond hair and a body that resembled one of a gorilla.

Luther Hargreeves.

"So the gorilla can count."

Another brother wearing all leather and playing with a knife in his hand, let out a snort then quickly played it off as him clearing his throat. I didn't miss the brief flash of a smirk on his lips.

Diego Hargreeves.

Five blinked in front of me, brushing his fingers through his hair. "Now that you're up," He said, looking down at my restrained figure. "you can agree to my proposal."

"What makes you think I will?"

The boy leaned down, his face on level with mine. He grinned. "Because you don't have a fucking choice--"

I threw my head back, and slammed it against his face.

I watched in glee as the boy stumbled back, blood dripping down his face and onto the ground. He pinched his nose tightly and spat blood out of his now bleeding gums.

Oh, how much I adored watching Five squirm in pain.

One of Five's sisters with pale skin and brown hair tied into a ponytail, ran towards him with a paper towel, only for him to raise his free hand motioning for her to stop.

Vanya Hargreeves.

“Maybe that’ll help you think a little better.” I smirked.

Another sibling, a brother seated on top of the table wearing a skirt, let out a gasp as he watched the scene unfold with a curious gleam in his eyes. “Why don’t you let her out and treat her like a human being so she won’t be so violent.” He suggested.

Klaus Hargreeves.

I raised an eyebrow at his point.

“Klaus she’s clearly dangerous.” A tall woman wearing an off the shoulder black dress interjected.

Allison Hargreeves.

“Exactly!” He declared. The Hargreeves then faced his teenage brother and said, “You want to get her on your side, treat her like it.”

“Klaus, you don’t know her like I do.” Five replied, gritting his teeth. I responded with an obnoxious grin.

“Oh come on Five. It’s not like I’ll do anything other than kill you.”

“You know what?” The boy faced his siblings, “All of you out. Now.”

Doing the opposite of what he said, they stayed in their positions, their curiosity only growing further. However, even though they did so reluctantly, the Hargreeves finally gave in to their brothers commands and left the room.

The two assassins were left alone once again, the tension impossibly thick.

"You think you're so tough." The boy drawled. He leaned in towards me once again, curling his fingers around each of the taped arm rests of the chair.

“I don’t think. I know.”

He scoffed and cocked his head to the side.

"Now let me give you a taste of the situation we're in. Two teenagers, a 15 and 16 year old, are going to be hunted down mercilessly by the Commission. They will most likely send a total of 10 assassins to try capture us with heavy weapons at their aid while all we have are a few knives, and my power to teleport."

I scoffed, the corners of my lips twitching in annoyance. “Don’t you dare mansplain to me the things I already know. You think I haven’t realised what type of situation you’ve forced me into?” I seethed between my teeth. He had taken everything from me. Robbed me of the hope to see him again. But I couldn't lose my temper, not yet anyways. “There is no us and I haven’t got the slightest interest or leverage in saving your dysfunctional family from their dooms and, not to mention, stopping the apocalypse.”

“So why don’t you let me go and I’ll pinkie swear that I won’t come after you and your weird family, okay?”

A tense silence surrounded us making me aware of how close Five was. His face was mere inches from mine, causing a wave of discomfort to shower over me. Did he not know what personal space was, or was this a sad tactic to intimidate me?

“Let’s say I did let you leave. And in return, I failed to stop the apocalypse. You would be killed in an instant just like the rest of the population. I am offering you freedom, y/n. Something they could never give you. Work with me to stop the apocalypse and I’ll be out of your hair for the rest of your miserable life.”

Five scanned my face, his eyes then finally pausing at mine. After a moment of doing nothing but staring at each other, trying to decipher the others thoughts, a small vent to the right of the kitchens entrance got caught in my line of sight. More specifically, a familiar cylinder container trapped inside said vent.

The Commission.

I bit back a short crazed laugh and quickly painted a fake look of defeat on my features, before saying rather sarcastically, “Fine, I agree to whatever catastrophic plan you’ll lead to stop the apocalypse. But once it’s done, we’re done.”

Five looked at me and I could tell he was confused from my sudden change of heart. But did he really have the time and luxury of questioning my intentions?

No, not at all.

“Good,” His features relaxed slightly as he attempted to hide his relief from his tone of voice.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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I threw my head back, chugging down the last remains of my drink in hand before placing it back down against the tables surface.

The sudden burn in my mouth made me grimace slightly, but didn't stop me from pouring another glass of clear liquor. I was currently sitting in the common area of the mansion, by the long island table which held a glorious collection of different alcoholic drinks, whilst the others were out back attending the funeral of their oh so beloved father.

I read the letter I was sent through the vents, nibbling down on my bottom lip each time. God, couldn't The Handler be more irritating. I knew it was intentional, a way of showing who was in power- who held all the cards. I read through the letter once more and scoffed, slightly amused by the fake surname The Handler used to address me with.

Y/n Mallory, aka the Bloodhound,

First of all, kudos to your recent escape with Five Hargreeves to the year 2019. This is only the second time in the Commissions long history that agents have successfully escaped the Temps Commission without means of casualties and being captured within the first hour. However, I doubt this burst of success will be long lived as it is just that- a burst. Although reports say you were just as much involved in the jump to 2019 as Five, I doubt that's the case when our deal that you've been working on for years is just moments away from a close. Somebody as smart as you wouldn't dare jeopardise this once in a life time opportunity, so I have no other choice but to assume you jumped against your will. If this is indeed the case, which I am sure it is, you are to meet me alone at this address [address] in a maximum of two hours. Failure to do so will result in our agreement rendering null, and several run-ins with the Commissions best field agents.

May the most deadly come out victorious.

The Handler

Temps Commission

“May the most deadly come out victorious.” I murmured back under my breath. I scoffed and downed the next shot, slamming it back down on the table. “Don’t worry, I will.”

Folding the letter and placing it in the pocket of my oversized trousers, I let out a sigh and brushed my fingers through the mess of my hair. I suddenly felt myself itch for another shot of liquor and poured a shot glass to the brim and drank.

Dragging my tongue along my lips, I leaned my chin against my palm, feeling the faint affects of the alcohol working its magic. I couldn't help but let myself slip into the many thoughts lurking at the front of my mind.

I had to find a way to slip away unnoticed from a certain Hargreeves and meet with The Handler, which I know was going to be easier said than done. The boy was already watching me as if I was going to stab him in the back at any moment. And I was, but he didn’t need to know that.

My ears perked at the sounds of distant shouts and groans, most likely the siblings fighting about god knows what and footsteps approaching me.

A high pitched screech sounded as a stool beside mine was moved and sat on, followed by a voice asking, "Aren't you too young to drink?"

I looked to my side and watched as Klaus downed one of the shots that sat idly before me in one slick motion.

"I'm older than you."

"Ah, yes. The 35 year old in a 15 year old body. How do you know little number Five?"

I raised a brow and faced the man. "Are we playing 21 questions now?"

"If that means you'll answer the many questions I have on you and Five's obvious romantic relationship, then yes."

I choked on the spit in my mouth, my face warming up from pure embarrassment. How on earth could someone make such an assumption with this much confidence?

I shook my head and denied. "There is no relationship of any kind between me and that dwarf of a man. He repulses me."

"Oh really, now?" The look on the Hargreeves face didn't waver at all from its mischievous stance, instead it only grew as if he knew something I didn't.

"Think of us as two magnets of the same charge. We repel each other. Not attract. Never attract."

Klaus hummed in fake acknowledgement and grabbed a large bottle of what looked to be Gin, hugging it close to his body.

"It was nice talking to you..."

"Y/n." I spoke. More like the alcohol spoke.

"Y/n." He repeated, a soft smile on his lips. "I'll see you later, or maybe I won't. Who knows..."

Klaus trailed off and walked away, most likely going to attempt to drink the whole bottle in one go. I shook my head, both annoyed and entertained by the man.

After a few moments of pondering on what my next move should be, a WHOOSH echoed next to me, followed by a hand harshly gripping my wrist to prevent me from bringing another shot to my lips.

"Are you drinking?" A voice called beside me, a little too close to my liking.

I rolled my eyes. I didn't know whether it was the liquor, but Five's voice had gotten 10x more annoying since our previous encounter. "Take a guess, genius."

Five glared at my slightly tipsy figure. He grabbed my jaw and twisted my head to meet his gaze. He examined my features, just as he did when I was stuck in that pitiful excuse of a trap. I swatted his hand away.

He then snatched the glass from my grip and threw his head back, letting the alcohol run down his throat.

"Get up. We're leaving."

"Where?"

"To get a decent cup of coffee."

"Oh, thank god."

____

"I thought you said we were going to get coffee." My forehead creased as I furrowed my brows, looking up at a large fluorescent sign that read 'Griddys Doughnuts'.

"You think I’d lie about that?"

Upon entering the store, I noticed how empty and run down the place had become. Stains which looked dangerously close to blood were plastered onto the walls, and dust clouded the air almost making me sneeze.

Unlike my quick criticism, Five acknowledged the place with a hint of nostalgia in his gaze. We made our way towards a long table opposite the limited selections of doughnuts that were being showcased, and menus hung up high on display.

I took a seat on one of the stools beside the boy. He rang the bell eagerly, a look of impatience on his face. I let out a sigh and craned my neck, looking for the worker that was nowhere to be seen.

A man then entered, sitting on a stool that was on Five's left.

"Sorry sink was clogged." A woman in her early 50s said, rather out of breath. She was wearing a pink uniform and had her blonde hair tied into a bun.

She held a note pad in hand and asked, "So what'll it be?"

As I was about to open my mouth and ask for their strongest coffee, the balding man quickly cut in.

"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair."

"Mm-hmm, sure."

"Can I get the kid and his girlfriend a glass of milk or something?"

"He's not my boyfriend." "She's not my girlfriend." We both snapped in unison, giving the woman a hostile glare. Five and I then faced each other, disgust present on both of our faces.

This was the second time someone had mistaken our 'relationship' for something more than a forced acquaintance. And each time, I felt like I wanted to vomit and stab both myself and the person who brought the absurd notion forth.

He scoffed and let a fake smile curl threateningly at his lips. "The kid wants coffee, black."

"Make it two." I added, tapping my finger against the table impatiently.

The waitress looked at us as if we were speaking an entirely different language, before facing the man.

"Cute kids."

Expecting a laugh or a simple 'thanks', the man only looked back at the woman, confusion present on his features, further contributing to the already awkward atmosphere.

At last the waitress left to prepare our orders.

"So," I lowered my voice. "What's the plan?

"We'll discus that in due time." He replied.

"Didn't you just tell me that we had no time-?"

"Don't remember this place being such a shithole." Five turned his back to me, speaking to the stranger. "I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat doughnuts 'till we puked. Simpler times."

I rubbed my forehead in frustration and bounced my leg under the table. I can't lose this deal. I can't lose him. He's the only one that kept me sane. The only on that kept me from losing myself to the words of poison and complete darkness that awaited me with a bloodcurdling desire. I couldn't prove them right.

More importantly, I couldn't prove her right.

Like Five, I'd do anything to reunite with those that hold a special place in my heart.

I looked up at the large antique clock placed on the mustered yellow wall. 30 minutes had passed and here I was, in a dump of a bakery waiting for a cup of watery coffee to arrive.

Five continued to converse with the man as if they were close in age, until the woman came with our orders, placing a mug of coffee in front of me. I took a sip, letting the bitter liquid burn the tip of my tongue.

I looked behind me. It was getting dark, fast. The Handler wasn't well known for waiting around and having a large sum of patience. She might as well send a task force to come for us now, especially with the...

The trackers.

A ring of the bell echoed through the room, making me spin my head to see if my instincts was right. I relaxed as my eyes set on the balding man leaving the store, leaving Five and I alone.

But when has leaving the two of us alone ever gone to plan?

"They're coming. I can feel it." I took a long sip of coffee and watched Five process my words.

"What makes you think that?"

I pointed to the skin of my right arm and gave Five a knowing look. Confirming my theory, the bell of the door rang once more and a squad of Commission field agents poured in, one by one, firearms raised and surrounding us both.

There were 9 of them.

"Huh," The boy hummed. "I thought we'd have more time before they found us."

"Not surprising that you're wrong."

A barrel of a gun was pressed against the back of my head, almost making me laugh. "Okay. So let's all be professional about this, yeah?"

Five and I made eye contact. Even though it was brief, it was enough for us to establish what was going to occur next. As much as I hate to admit, we made a pretty good team.

"Both of you, on your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

"We've got nothing to say." He replied.

"It doesn't have to go this way." The man proceeded. "You think I want to shoot some kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that." I spoke, a grin etched onto my lips.

At the corner of my eye, I saw Five's fingers slowly inch closer to a knife next to him. I wrapped my fingers around the handle of my mug.

"You won't be going home."

Five blinked behind the nearest man, stabbing him in the neck, followed by the gun going off and shooting his nearest partner. I ran up towards another hitman, slamming the mug in his face, it shattering completely. Using the biggest shard, I stabbed his eye, blood spewing out onto my face and snapped his neck.

6 hitmen remaining.

Five grabbed me, blinking me to sit on the counter as he made himself comfortable, laying on top of a table.

"Hey assholes!"

The second they heard his voice, a hail of bullets were shot towards his figure, only for him to blink once more. That's when their concentration was averted to me.

"Shit-" I threw myself behind the counter and found a large cake knife hiding in plain sight. I gripped the rubber handle tightly and once they finished shooting- spending most of their ammo- I jumped over the table, slicing though one of their necks. Just in time, I grabbed the fresh corpses gun, and knocked down a table, shielding myself from the storm of bullets.

I shot two of them in the head, and only wounded the other in the shoulder.

3 hitmen remaining.

The shooting came to an abrupt shot. A faint knocking sound caught the gunmen's attention, including mine, only to see a very cocky Five standing outside, grinning.

He brought his hand to his head, doing a mock salute and blinked before he could get shot.

I shot once more with the gun, only for a faint clicking sound to be the only thing emitted from its barrel. It was out of bullets.

I took the knife in hand once more, and moved from my hidden position. Before one of them could shoot, I kicked his gun out of his hands and stabbed him twice in the kidney.

Five snapped a mop in half and plunged the newly sharp end into someone else's side and used his tie to strangle him. He then used a pencil to stab the last ones crotch then removed it, stabbing his eye.

0 hitmen remaining.

Five removed his tie from the dead body and wrapped it back around his neck. I looked around, spectating the bloodbath we had just created. I brushed my slightly bloodstained hands along my hair, blowing a few loose strands out of the way.

Spotting one of the hitmen still breathing, I leisurely walked towards him as he attempted to drag his injured figure away. I leaned down and swiftly broke his neck, silencing him for eternity.

"That went well." Five panted, catching his breath.

"Yeah, the part where you left me in the middle of the room for dead was really well thought out, asshole."

"You're alive and well, aren't you? Or was that too much for you to handle?" The boy taunted, obviously pushing my buttons. I glared at him and leaned against a table, using a clean knife to cut through my skin, and eventually dug my fingers into the wound to search for the tracker. I bit down harshly on my lip to try concentrate on something other than the excruciating pain in my arm. Finally, my fingers made contact with the chip and I pulled it out.

I ripped off both of my sleeves with the knife and tied them tightly around the wound.

We both walked out of the bakery and threw the both tracking devices in a puddle, looking around the area for anybody that might be either following or merely watching us. I stopped in the middle of the street once I caught sight of a familiar address.

"What are you doing?"

I looked at Five, then to a pharmaceutical store nearby, and back.

“Going to steal some supplies.” As I turned my back to the boy, he appeared in front of me.

“We don’t need them.” He countered, suspicion clouding his judgement. “My sister has plenty of first aid.”

“Are you doubting me, Five? Because if this partnership is going to work, I’m gonna need you to trust me.”

Checkmate.

Five kissed his teeth at my request and scoffed. “3 minutes. Any longer and-"

"Save your threats for later, short stuff." Ignoring the boys face flushing red and eyes widening in what seemed to be rage, I rushed inside the store, immediately earning unwelcome attention from all of the customers and staff. I mean, with the blood smeared on my face and the sleeves of my blouse ripped, what did I expect?

I spotted a back door which led to a secluded alleyway that was used for storage, and snuck out of the store.

I stepped out and sighed a long aggravated sigh once I noticed a familiar woman with short white hair, wearing an eccentric polka dot dress and glossy red heels.

She took out a pocket watch and flicked the case open for a second, before letting it snap shut. “You’re quicker than I thought you'd be.” She hummed. "The task force wasn't too much of a challenge I see."

"Enough with the chit-chat. What do you want?"

"I've always admired that about you, y/n. So eager to get the job done. Just like the little bloodhound you are."

I stiffened at the name, whispers both familiar and new, screaming at me with the same suffocating intent as all those years ago.

"Don't call me that." I swallowed thickly. However, The Handler only smiled and narrowed her eyes in cruelty.

"Down to business then." The woman chimed. "In exchange for our deal to procced as it always has, I want you to work for me as a... double agent of sorts. You keep me up to date with Five's progress of stopping the apocalypse and you will finally receive what you so rightfully deserve."

I looked up at the woman and accepted her terms of conditions. The Handler grinned before clapping loudly and exclaiming, "Perfect!"

"We finally get to see the extents you'll travel just to keep darling Jasper safe."

"What a spectacularly destructive performance that'll be."

Sorry if this chapter felt like it was getting dragged out a little. But don't worry. It's about to get-

interesting...

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Backstreet Rookie - Whumplist - 🇰🇷

Whumpees: Backstreet Rookie aka 최대현(Choi Dae Hyun) played by 지창욱 (Ji Chang Wook)

Synopsis: A hapless but good-hearted convenience store owner hires a part-timer who was formerly a high school delinquent with a major crush on him. At first, he's intimidated by her boldness, but as the two work together they become close, and grow to understand each other.

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Watch On: Netflix

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW!!! ⬇️

1.01 : emotional, drunk, tackled, on floor, almost arrested, falling asleep, tired

1.02 : drunk, smacked (comedic), nightmare (comedic), hair pulled (comedic)

1.03 : emotional, drunk

1.04 : kicked in the face, bleeding (comedic)

1.05 : emotional

1.06 : nightmare, shot (comedic), talked about behind back, overhears, drinks, meets girlfriends mom, emotional

1.07 : scared

1.08 : kicked in the face (comedic), exhausted, cheated on (doesn't know)

1.09 : fight with girlfriend, upset, broken up with

1.10 : depressed state, emotional, found out ex-girlfriend lied to him during the relationship, drunk, crying, passed out

1.11-13 : none

1.14 : pushed out of store, fell backwards, arm hurt, sick, overworked, passed out, hospital

1.15 : none

1.16 : emotional, left by girlfriend (main), kicked in the face, knocked out (comedic), sleep deprived

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love-me-a-lotta-whump · 2 months

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내 남자는 큐피드 - My Man is Cupid - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpee: 천상혁 (Cheon Sang Hyeok) played by 장동윤 (Jang Dong Yoon)

Synopsis: Baek Ryun is a veterinarian, and she works at an animal clinic. She is a pretty woman. She has had many men fall in love with her because of her attractiveness. Whenever these men got into a romantic relationship with her, they always had a near-death experience and would then run away from her. Because of the bad luck, Baek Ryun is not dating anyone, but she badly wants to meet a man of fate. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Comedy, Cop/Crime, Past Life, Period, Mystery, Shot, Restrained, Stabbed, Collapsed

Watch On: Amazon Prime, DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : exhausted, (flashbacks: shot multiple times, collapsed, concern for him) ::: in shock ::: in shock, (flashbacks: concerned for someone, panicked), kneeling (emotional), grieving, crying, comforted ::: angry

1.02 : (dream: restrained (semi comical), panicking ::: fought while protecting someone, using himself as a shield, concern for him

1.03 : fought while protecting someone, using himself as a shield, concern for him ::: (minor) wound reveal, concern for him, wound treated

1.04 : (flashbacks: surrounded by fire, wings burned, fell to his knees in pain, unable to stand from the pain), concern for him

1.05 : upset, burned, wings burned, cut all over his body, thrown ::: covered in slashes, bleeding ::: bloody, slashed, concern for him, semi treated

1.06 : still converted in cuts, bloody, bandaged

1.07-1.12 : none

1.13 : (flashbacks: shot (arrow), concern for him)

1.14 : (flashbacks: shot (arrow), concern for him) ::: anxious ::: crying

1.15 : concerned for someone

1.16 : shot (arrow), concern for him, dying, fighting it, pulled the arrow out of his chest ::: saving someone, wings burning, concern for him ::: angry, fought, hit in the head with a brick, bleeding, pushed, struggling to get up, burned wings showing themselves, coughing up blood, stabbed, burned wings showing themselves, pulling the knife out of his torso, collapsed, heavily lidded eyes, found half dead, concern for him, held, weak, groaning, growing weaker, dying

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insomniactalks · 2 years

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I think its makes sense to revisit Gina's feelings about Ricky. She never got a fully closure from him and feelings just doesn't go away (like Sofia said). Nini's didn't and Ej noticed that let her choose Ricky instead of him. Also It was necessary for ej's character cause that's where his character development started to develop. But that doesn't mean Gina would also do that. Also she wasn't in love with Ricky like nini did. Gina could realised Ricky's her first crush but Ej's her true love. One thing I realised why this is possible is how happy she is around Ej (can I say more than she was with ricky). Like this girl is glowing everytime she's around Ej. also ej's had his character development and hes fully ready to love again and he even found a girl who's perfect for him, who's laugh at his every silly jokes when no one else does and can I say hes already in love with her. so I dont think he ever let go off her. Also they both "never giving up" people. So if something bad happened I dont think they will give up like rini did in s2. They both will fight for their relationship.

You have made multiple points anon, and I really don't have anything to add! LOL

(One thing I'll say: ppl tend to forget the kind of people EJ and Gina are. It's not a coincidence the writers had Gina say she "just keeps going. I never quit" (2.06) then talks about EJ in a similar manner with "he keeps on trying" (2.08). They may have certain defense mechanisms to keep themselves from hurting, but EJ and Gina are also ambitious characters who will fight for what they want. Once they're certain of that, nothing will get in their way (unless of course they realize that what they thought they wanted, isn't necessarily what they want. Gina has that moment in 1.06, EJ in 2.08.) I'm sure by now they have a clearer mindset of what they want in life, even in terms of a relationship. I don't doubt that Portwell will fight for what they have in S3, and they'll do that for themselves and for each other.)

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts s3 #hsmtmts speculation #ej caswell #gina porter #portwell #ricky bowen #gicky #nini salazar roberts #rini #ejini #thanks anon!

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Do you think Thony and Arman are more aware of, and willing to acknowledge, their feelings for each other this season? It seems like the jail scene in 1x10 was a big turning point even if circumstances are keeping them apart. IMO, it will be weird if they don't talk about it with each when he gets out of jail or what it means for Arman's marriage. He is going to have to deal with this at some point soon, right? Thanks for your great posts!

Aww thank you Anon ❤️

Careful, the following is just my opinion! 😏

It definitely feels like they are both aware of their feelings for each other, they probably don't understand the depth and strength of it all as they haven't been truly tested yet, but they know it's there. And I feel like they have known for some time now.

Before I get into season 2, I'd like to go back to S1...spoiler: this is about to get out of hand, probably off-topic at times and long...

Thony has never held back on verbalizing her gratitude to Arman (does this even make sense or is it just a bad translation from my french? 😅). By helping her save Luca, Arman also saved Thony and in more ways than just by sparing her life, protecting her from Hayak or giving up his freedom so that she could keep hers.

Luca is the center of her universe, the reason she fights so hard, the reason she has to survive and come home, because her family needs her. And Arman didn't only save Luca by sharing his resources, but also saved Thony and her soul. He became an anchor - a selfless emotional support in a world she didn’t choose.

We only saw Thony fully break down and be vulnerable in 1.06 when she lost a part of faith and hope - in that moment, Arman said the exact words she needed to hear to get back on her feet, and told her that they will find another way. They still need to learn on how to work together in the business as they don't always have the same view on what methods to use but when it comes to Luca, they are in sync and a perfect team.

He has a deep connection to Thony but also to her son. He may have fallen for the mother, but he loves the child just as much. Arman promised to take care of them, and Thony putting her son in his arms in 1.02 locked that promise. And I hope we'll get to see Luca and Arman's relationship develop more this season.

Thony in some way already told Arman that she cares and to an extent that she has feelings for him in 1.05 when she told him she doesn't want to hurt him. I'm not sure he truly listened or understood it as his pain and anger took over but at the same time, he memorized Fiona's name when Thony explained the situation when we never really heard her mention her sister-in-law to him before, so he defintely heard it. (correct me if I'm wrong but he only came in to her talking to Fiona through the phone at the end of 1.02 but Thony said ''thanks Fi'', and that’s all we had on-screen) Thony had his back and protected him before he even heard about the FBI - something Garrett already picked up on at the end of 1.02 - and that's something Arman also acknowledged by telling her that he couldn’t have done it without her.

I agree with you, the jail scene was a turning point - the pilot had her fall into his world, but the season finale made her choose it...and choose him.

The writers are doing such a beautiful job that words aren't really needed when it comes to those two - everything they do makes it crystal clear to everyone that they have more going on. Once again, I agree with you, they sure need to have a real conversation but I don't know if it will feel off if they don't. Maybe it's just me but, somehow - and it's beyond my understanding as to how the writers manage to pull it off - things didn't feel weird after their kiss and Thony running away in 1.06 either. They were so comfortable and open with each other in 1.07 - he kept his distance just in case but she broke that space to check on him, and even Arman was stunned to see her touch him so easily. Now of course, you could say that Thony is a doctor and just followed her instinct to make sure the wound didn't need any medical assistance - but it was more than that - it was her needing to make sure that he was okay because she cares about him.

Like you said, it is more tricky when it comes to Nadia. I honestly haven’t seen him be that conflicted about his relation with Thony because of his wife. Sure, he tried to justify himself to her when she called him out in 1.08 and 1.09 and maybe had some doubts, but as soon as he had the chance, he reached out to Thony, and as soon as he saw her in 1.10 his focus was on her.

(and yes, Nadia deserves better, but that’s another story I’ll avoid putting in an Armony post)

In 2.01, Arman had his own problems to deal with and his anxiety was taking over at the beginning of their conversation - leaving him unable of reading through the lines and feeling Thony's shaky voice instead of just hearing her words. Once he finally used his heart, his anger and frustration shifted on himself for not being here. And Thony reassured him - she knows he would do anything. She knows he cares. She knows he has feelings. And the quick little look of relief on his face said it all.

Not once did Thony deny that he was one of the reasons why she wanted to stay and it feels like they are clearing the way for Armony this season - no more Marco, Nadia being torn between her husband that's in love with another woman and a sociopath we haven't met yet - but to be honest, neither of them have really been an obstacle in S1. As I said in some previous posts, so far, Thony has been the one deciding how far it all goes between them. Nadia hasn’t been an issue until now, and if Thony wouldn’t have pulled away in 1.06, Arman would have let things go further...and they would have ended up on that nice couch.

As much as Nadia and Arman care about each other, I can’t see her being a real problem for Armony. If you put Thony and Arman alone in the same room, nothing else will matter and sparks will fly.

It will be also be interesting to see Arman protect Chris and Fiona after the accident with Marco. This will give us a chance to dive deeper into his feelings for her, and with Fi finally getting to know him, this will hopefully only make their bond stronger.

Elodie or Martha (can't remember and can't find the interview right now 🙉) mentioned in an interview that Fiona and Thony won't know how to deal with Chris' feelings, and I get the feeling that the perfect person to help him might very well be Arman.

Circumstances are different as Arman didn't entirely get involved by accident and chose Hayak's world, but was still unaware of the dark things he would have to do. But, Arman was around Chris' age, in a country that wasn't his own, and at some point had to deal with taking his first life. Again, circumstances are different, but who could guide him better with his feelings than this man that regrets part of the decisions he made and that Chris can relate to to some extent?

Alright, I’ll stop right here! I hope I somewhat answered your question and thank you Anon for making me dive deeper into all of this! ❤️

#the cleaning lady #asks #armony

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goldlightsaber · 11 months

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long succ meta ahead.

there is such a sick parallel between the sibling quarrel in episode 1.10 and the final sibling fight in 4.10.

in 1.10 the siblings all stage an attack on kendall after they find out he's doing the hostile takeover with stewy and sandy because they were prompted to do so by logan. so already their intentions toward their brother are poisoned by logan's forcefulness and menace.

it's actually a scene where i feel like i'm on kendall's side for once because he has worked and maneuvered his way fairly to this win. additionally, here is a chance for the roys to get rid of the thing that has been poisoning them their whole lives: waystar/dad's influence. kendall even admits out loud that maybe it'd be a good thing for it to no longer be a "family-run operation" (!!). not that those are his intentions, of course. kendall is having an ego trip and needs to feel morally superior to his dad. but still, so far, so good. he has a genuinely strong plan brewing.

the sibs are all ganging up on kendall now, trying to guilt trip him into feeling like a bad person, even though, overall, he isn't really doing anything that bad -- you can only inconvenience a billionaire family so much. they'll all still be filthy rich by the end, as he points out. curiously, he's more clearer-headed than ever before, and calls out each of his siblings for something markedly true: that (1) shiv isn't trying to make him feel bad because she cares about dad's feelings; she just wants power, (2) that roman needs the company/money because he otherwise wouldn't make it in life if he wasn't born a roy, and (3) that connor just likes the gilded image on top of his otherwise crazy, misanthropic identity. it's a parallel to his moment of clarity, even if ego-fueled, in 4.10, in barbados, where he's right about why shiv can't be CEO and why it's a stronger move to suggest one singular name (his own). but in 1.10 he crumbles under the pressure of his entire family ganging up on him. he's already nervous, already walking on unstable ground, and dad effectively delivers the final blow by making the rest of the family come after him, which stresses out kendall enough to need another hit, badly, and sets into motion the events that lead him to killing the waiter.

then we have episode 4.10, where roman's position changes. in 1.10 he calls kendall a 'piece of work' and feels no deference to him, but in 4.10, there is a transference of power from logan to kendall in becoming the malignant father figure, who roman is programmed to obey. shiv's position doesn't change in that she still feels threatened by kendall in 4.10, just as she did in in 1.06 and 1.10 -- she feels bothered by her brother having more power than her. she goes against him because she can't stand to see him win, even though doing so might be against her own best interests (for example, she doesn't see how remaining trapped in waystar is damaging to her on a personal level). it's not even about gaining power, just about never being below kendall.

what also changes for them between the finales is where they feel it would be worse for the company to end up -- with the family, or with an outside party. but logan is gone so the locus of power is gone. for roman, in the end, it's about obeying the patriarch (now kendall), which means supporting keeping the company, and for shiv, it's about the visceral distaste for kendall's self-righteousness and ego and not letting it take over, which means losing the company.

nothing's changed. everything's changed.

#i feel so much worse for ken in 1.10 tho #succession #text #succession spoilers #kendall roy #succession meta #logan roy

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winterswhumpblr · 2 years

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A short compilation of whump lists for characters in shows with little to no whump

Exactly what the long title says. These aren't very in-depth because when I wrote these on my notes, I didn't have time to go into detail. Regardless, here it is.

The Order: Jack

Played by Jake Manley

1.03: turns into a werewolf, struggling to control his new power

1.06: In a fight, stressed

1.09/10: gets killed, sees his grandfather die traumatically.

2.02: He's feeling pretty sickly for most of the episode as the two werewolves inside of him fight for dominance. Get's told it's killing him. Makes his choice.

2.04: His friend gets taken in front of him. Feels guilty and tries to figure out how to bring her back.

2.05: Hunted by a group of people who share a mind hive with Alyssa.

2.06: Turned into a tree as punishment.

2.10: The love of his life dies.

Julie and the Phantoms: Luke Patterson

Played by Charlie Gillespie

1.06: He's pretty glum most of the episode, the rest of the phantoms tell Julie what happened before Luke died. Blows out his birthday candles beside his parents who can't see him.

1.08: The song Unsaid Emily. That's it. It just shows his life before death and the effect his death had on his parents, and he's written a song for his mum. It's just really sad all around.

1.09: Luke and the rest of the phantoms are in pain as they start to fade from existence.

Itaewon Class: Geun Soo

Played by Kim Dong-Hee

1.16: Gets stabbed in the leg

Mrs Hammurabi: Judge Im

Played by Kim Myung Soo

1.08: He’s sick with a cold for most of the episode.

#whumpblr #whumplist #whump list #whump #luke patterson #jatp #julie and the phantoms #the order #the order jack #itaewon class #kim dong hee #myungsoo #ms Hammurabi

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mikeshanlon · 3 years

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i really enjoy the way young royals explores the theme of legacy and how detrimental it can be to have to live up to a legacy or be obsessed with reputation. (analysis and thoughts under the cut)

i think wilhelm resents the fact that he has to live up to the role of being in the royal family and yet is very afraid of ruining that legacy bc of all the pressure. before he was sent off to hillerska he went to a normal school and wanted normal people around him and was content with erik having to take on the responsibilities of crown prince. and when he does have to assume that role he says he can never be erik, that he’s always had to be compared to him and obviously doesn’t like that. but even before erik passed and he had to take on those duties he was afraid of fucking up the legacy of the crown, when he sees that sign in the hallway that says you are in charge of your own legacy after he holds hands with simon, his anxiety worsens. you can tell it’s been instilled in him for a long time that what is most important is the crown’s reputation rather than his own wants. in the scene where him and simon fight about alexander being caught, he obviously wants simon to stay, but he focuses on how him doing drugs will fuck up his family’s reputation if it gets leaked. as much as he cares for simon, his legacy and his duties are like this oppressive cloud hanging over him.

i do think that wille cares for his family of course but to me it’s different that the sort of loyal unconditional care with simon and his sister/mom. erik and wille had unconditional love, erik understood how difficult being a prince in the public eye was, and wille obviously cared for him deeply and felt like he could to talk to him about issues. his relationship with the queen is much more strained, she wants a tailored, doctored representation of him in the media, he cannot be anxious and bite his nails, she makes all the decisions for him. family is important to wille partially because it has to be bc of how special his family is. he helps his family, he helps august pay his tuition, and then makes a point of disowning august after his betrayal as his new “brother”. but again, because of the royal status and expectations upon the family, that supersedes and colors all of their relationships with each other. it seems to be more a sense of “duty” than unconditional love. especially after erik’s death, wille always has to consider how the crown’s image will be impacted, even though he never wanted to have this responsibility, or even the responsibility of being the “regular” prince under erik. being a family unit that is under constant public scrutiny is going to strain relationships. the queen knows that the anxiety of fucking up his legacy will get to him, and she uses that to get wilhelm to back out of admitting it was him in the video and coming out. wilhelm has to choose between his own happiness and their reputation, is forced to think that denying it’s him in the video is the only way. he loves simon and wanted to live freely, but that pressure of legacy won out.

i don’t know if i think wille necessarily values the crown over his own personal happiness and relationships, like in the way maybe the queen does--i don’t think it comes from a place of “i’m lucky to be prince and owe my duty to the crown, so i do what i have to do to stay that way” (like how the queen said the crown is a privilege not a punishment), but from fear of destroying the legacy and his family. afterall, he still wanted to pursue a secret relationship with simon, i think if he fully valued the crown and uplifting legacy and fulfilling his duties he wouldn’t have tried that. he wouldn’t have made a point to tell simon he loves him. hopefully we get another season because i think with the iconic ending revolution rendition and him looking in the camera, which also parallels the shot of him being forced to apologize/go to hillerska, he is realizing that focusing on legacy is taking away what’s important to him, and he’s going to shake shit up.

august is definitely the most obsessed with legacy, wanting to carry on his father’s business, being persistent on befriending wilhelm and trying to social climb, wanting power and perfection with being prefect, rowing captain etcetera. he is so obsessed with perfection and reputation he gets addicted to drugs, he fucks with simon and makes him get stuff for parties he can’t afford because good parties will make him look better, he manipulates sara multiple times, he mostly wanted felice because of her nobility, he fucking films wilhelm and simon and OUTS him, his own cousin. he hates that wille has everything he wants but isn’t as interested in preserving and more importantly improving the legacy he’s inheriting. meanwhile august’s familial legacy is dwindling, and he holds on to the last bit of assets and names that he can.... v much sick and a weirdo that shows how harmful being obsessed with legacy is

the queen is of course v focused on legacy and it really breaks my heart and makes me angry that she doesn’t care about wilhelm’s happiness more than their reputation, and moreso doesn’t get august in trouble for literally leaking child p*rn of her kid for the sake of appearances?!?!?! like how is he even remotely trustworthy she is wrong for that! like i said earlier the obsession with legacy puts a strain on their mother/son relationship. she doesn’t even really say anything about wille’s sexuality or his relationship, and barely comforts him, mostly goes in with a plan she’s already concocted without him to fix everything.

erik seemed to understand and accept his role as crown prince but obviously had issues with it as well, like when he makes the plan for him and wilhelm to run from the press, or when he tells wilhelm to enjoy himself while there aren’t so many eyes on him that care. erik shows someone who has more unconditional love and empathy but still has to focus on legacy and is much more inclined to continue his legacy, but we do see those glimpses over how even the most “ideal” attitude of preserving legacy causes issues.

felice is expected to live up to her mother’s legacy, of being an equestrian, of being the lucia, but she doesn’t want either of those things. her mother wants her to be thinner and straighten her hair, and find someone of nobility to be with. obviously she does find wilhelm attractive lol but i think the main reason she pursued him and definitely why she pursued august was because she was expected to social climb and have royal kids. felice feels the need to portray a false narrative of herself on social media to uphold a certain image of herself. it’s very fucked up that her mom wants those values instilled in her but i love that felice was putting up boundaries and pushing back against her mother and the narrative she’s supposed to live up to. her giving sara the role of lucia and focusing on supporting her friends more in the latter half of the season shows growth and i’m excited to see where her story goes.

sara is interesting because she seems to want to reject the legacy of her family and being working class and to fit in with the elite of hillerska. sara hates micke, hates that simon contacted him because it’s bringing in this “shameful” and painful part of their past (which i mean is def fair). other than sara’s betrayal in 1.06, i think the scene where she tells her family that she wants to reside at hillerska really exemplifies where she’s at in her relation to legacy/class. after dining at hillerska and living amongst the elite she gets annoyed at eating around the TV, she blames her mother for not leaving micke sooner, she gets angry with simon for caring for her. she wants to lead her own life, be popular and wanted because people want her, not for pity (even though i think simon of course truly cares abt his sister she feels annoyed with his protection and care). felice says early on that she thinks sara doesn’t care what other’s think or having friends, and sara says she still wants friends though. i think sara’s biggest thing is she wants to belong, her and simon moved schools after she was bullied for being autistic so i think that definitely affected her even though she tries to act nonchalant about hillerska at first. we see sara’s longing to fit in in smaller ways at first, like her asking her mom for a better piece of her uniform because hers are “cheap” and already worn out. she gets annoyed at simon for chewing loudly, or her mother sitting casually at the table. as she gets closer to felice and madison and all the other students, the allure of the upper class and their lifestyle draws her in more. so much to the point where she gets very anxious and upset at the idea of her and simon leaving hillerska because he’s having his own crisis and doesn’t consider his pov. so much so that she effectively betrays simon and felice, the people she’s closest to, to make a deal (and make out lol) with august to room there and “be just like him”. personally i think sara’s attraction to august is mostly that allure of the elite and that he seemed to “desire” her when he kissed her because he was being a manipulative dickhead--again that want to fit in and be wanted. and i think there is a really interesting angle of jealousy and competition in female friendships, even if it is really subtle or not intentionally insidious or anything, sara does slowly start to trying to assume all the roles/fashions/mannerisms of felice to live that life she wants. i do think felice and sara’s care for each other is genuine and one of my fave parts of the show, but i think a lot of people who experienced being a teen girl know how we are always pitted against each other even in our subconscious because of how society treats and values women.

simon seems to be the character that is least interested in upholding legacy and tradition or giving a fuck what anyone thinks (as omar said here lmao) and that makes him a really interesting foil to wilhelm. there could be something said about micke fearing that simon is following in his footsteps, but to me that plot more so reveals how the upper class (august) continually exploit the working class for their benefit, and the trappings of generational oppression. the other thing that can be said is simon signing up for private tutoring and rowing, but again i think that serves to further show that he is forced to “play” by the game of the elites because the school/society is corrupt, and also, that simon has further ambitions outside of where he’s at. he wants to get good grades because he wants to explore new places and avenues. to me simon’s biggest motivations are his passions, the things and people he loves--music, his family, wilhelm. he isn’t loyal to others just because he’s expected to be, or uphold a certain image but because he really cares. he doesn’t watch out for sara because that’s his expected role as her brother to do so, but because he cares. he wasn’t interested in knowing wilhelm because he’s a prince like everyone else, he makes it clear he thinks the royal family are privileged and exploitative, but he is interested because he saw the real wilhelm. he’s out and proud even though his elite classmates are more conservative, he doesn’t care about voicing his unpopular opinions, he has no problem walking away from august’s dickhead behavior or calling him out on his shit. simon doesn’t care if people don’t think of him in the best light. (the only exceptions ig are the drugs conflict and the video, though literally anyone would have a problem with that because it’s much deeper that public opinion and has ramifications and is deeply traumatic--but just adding that before someone is like “well actually!”) i also think it’s interesting that most of the songs simon sings has themes of pushing back against the societal norms, and being remembered in history, plus of course the revolution song motif, and how much those songs affect wilhelm, he seems to connect deeply, like he wishes he could do those things but simon is the one who gets to sing them and actually live them.

#young royals #the way this is 2k words lmfao #i do not expect ppl read to this but when the analytical worm starts gnawing on my rottin brain i must oblige

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