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ollieapologist · 3 months
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During Oliver's opening monologue he says "I wasn't in love with him. I know everyone thought I was." hmmm let's actually unpack that for a second. The timing of this line is actually super important and interesting - it's literally one of the first things we hear going into the film. We as the audience are set up to be viewing the rest of the film through the lens of this statement; our perception is going to be colored by this monologue and we develop further expectations of what we're about to see bc we're being set up to do so by our narrator. I honestly didn't think about it much the first time I watched it, focusing more easily on just his declarative "I wasn't in love with him." However the second time I watched it, the follow up line definitely gave me pause. "I know everyone thought I was." buuuuut we don't actually end up seeing very much evidence of this at all throughout the film. I can think of maybe two instances where it is very indirectly implied there might be something more than friendly between them 1.) When the girl in the maze screams out "you two are fucking gross" to Felix as she storms off after Oliver arrives. 2.) When Venetia calls Oliver one of Felix's toys. Aside from that we don't actually have examples of these accusations.
One part of me is assuming that maybe the implication is that there was a lot of gossip about the nature of their relationship happening off screen, probably at Oxford. Speculation whispered in hushed tones behind their backs after parties, inside jokes within their friend group questioning why they *always* go home together after they've all been out to the bars, etc. I personally love the implication that their relationship had earned them a reputation like that somewhere down the line.
However, another part of me wonders if Oliver was just leaning into being an unreliable narrator here and attempting to manipulate the way his story will be perceived right out of the gate. Planting the seeds that there *was* speculation about his relationship with Felix because they were so undeniably close. Maybe even subtly stroking his own ego about the fact that no one knew his "true motivations" with Felix and had just naively assumed it was him being in love, you know, rather than whatever criminal mastermind shit he's only now claiming he was on now that he's actually become the heir to saltburn. It's actually so funny because the audience is constantly lied to by Oliver along with the characters in the film. We see over the course of everything taking place that not only was Oliver in love with Felix but that he took his obsession with Felix so seriously that it ended in a literal fatality after his rejection. Oliver is very tuned into being humiliated and it seems to absolutely destroy him after he spills everything to Felix in the maze, laying himself painfully bare before him, and is looked at with only fear and disgust. Actually Oliver's humiliation and fear of humiliation is something I could (and probably will lol) write a separate post about but anyway - it's just super interesting to me that he chose to include that little caveat in the monologue where he's essentially lying to us by claiming everything that happened was some part of his master plan to inherent a castle when pretty much all the events we watch unfold are a direct contradiction to his story and his self proclaimed motivations lol.
I know this is ultimately just a ramble but....I can't stop thinking about this movie!!!
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volturissideslut · 2 months
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Hii!! Can you do Jane x reader where she’s Jane’s mate but still human. One day some important information gets leaked out and everyone in the volturi thinks the reader leaked the info. (Aro can’t read her mind) So they question her for a long time and when she still says that she didn’t do it they make Jane torture her with her power. As Jane is torturing her someone walks in and says that she didn’t do it. By the time Jane stops the reader is passed out. Everyone and mostly Jane regrets what they’ve done. The reader doesn’t wake up for a few days and Jane is in absolute sorrow. And when she finally wakes up she doesn’t even look Jane in the eyes bc of the betrayal she feels. Just a lot of angst yk:))) Buuut they make up in the end. Thank youuu🫶🏻
𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎
This is more of the aftermath than anything. Mentions of looking thinner
"Get out"
Though your voice was hoarse, it didn't lessen the impact. Not one bit. Jane didn't think it was possible to vampires to have panic attacks, yet what else could this be. Why was her chest so tight? She doesn't need to breathe. And though she can't sweat he skin feels clammy behind all her layers. She's a vampire, their brains go fast - she could finish a novel in five minutes, but this feels too fast. It's making her dizzy. It's making her sick.
"Please-" her mouth feels dry. Is she panting? Why does it feel like Felix is cracking her chest again? You two can get through this. You can move past this. The thought is the only thing keeping her semi-rational right now. "I can't even look at you right now. Please leave, Jane. I can't see you anymore" and god you look so broken. And she did it. Your skin looks sickly, at least seven shades yellower. And your eyes - so dull - are dragged down by the bags she gave you. Are you thinner? You look thinner, you look malnourished. Definitely unhealthy.
It's the shakey movement of your hand accompanied by a wince that pulls her from her intense observation. And she remembers what you want. She wants to stay - absolutely has to - but she can't ruin this even more. She needs to save this and even now she recognises that her being here will be detrimental to that. So she does leave.
Out the door, she sits on the floor and stares at the ceiling. Not that her eyes are recognising anything though. No. Her head is leaned back against the big double door to your shared chambers and all she can bring herself to do is listen intently to your heartbeat. You're still here. You're still safe.
You, on the other side of the door, can no longer bring yourself to stifle your own sobs at the betrayal. Your mate, your love, the one who promised to always protect you, had actually been the only vampire to hurt you. The only one you ever truly trusted. Though her gift is mental, the rough treatment had still hared you. But it was hard to tell what hurt more - the mental scar on the one on your heart.
Could you even stay?
Maybe it was time to leave
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That night you packed, leaving through the window. Were you as strong as them? No. But could trust Jane and be in the same place as her? Also no.
It was killing you just to be in that room, with all of them memories. All of them were now tainted, and now you could see all the similarities between her room and the dungeons.
Bag at your side mainly just filled with your previous belongings you couldn't part with, you climbed out the window only to be face to face with Alec. For fucks sake.
"You shouldn't be here," his tone was more concerned than accusing. Was he actually worried for you, though, or was he more bothered about his sister? that seemed like the more likely answer. "come. Ill walk you back" he takes the bag for you and begins to guide you gently back, hand delicately on your arm as if you were made of porcelain. He looked guilty. Remorseful even.
He led you back the longer way round as if he was giving you time. He even sat with you in the garden for a few minutes - until Jane cane storming through.
"There you are! Your heartbeat grew faint and the window was open and I-" and her hand are on your face. She stops speaking when you flinch back, heart dropping to her feet, until she feels you lean into her.
Damn mate bond and damn exhaustion because you let yourself fall into her. She can feel your heart rate speed up in fear but feels frozen when you make no effort to move away.
"Let's- let's get you to bed, yeah?" she turns her head, face frightened as she mouths a 'thank you' to Alec for keeping you here and safe. He just nods, head down as he shares part of her shame. A drop in the bucket compared to hers, though.
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Here she lay, back in your shared chambers, sat up against the headboard of the bed while you lay on their lap asleep. Icy fingers comb through your hair and scratch lightly at your scalp.
"We'll be okay, right? We'll be okay."
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ephemerensis · 1 year
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It’s Cold // Joel Miller x GN! Reader
you steal something important from joel and he gets a little (lot) angry // platonic ; maybe its bc its 2 am and i’ve been listening to pheobe bridgers but the ending has me open mouthed sobbing !! not proofread
song rec: day after tomorrow— phoebe bridgers
You’d been in the bedroom for a couple hours now, with the same three thoughts aimlessly looping through your brain; up until the front door crowed as it opened.
The sound of the door closing soon followed accompanied by heavy footsteps thumping against creaky floors on their way in.
“Did you find it?” That familiar gruff timbre filtered through the walls of your shitty QZ apartment.
“No,” Tess was quick to respond. You’d thought she’d left already. She usually wasn’t home at this time, off running an errand or something of the sort after her work detail. But she stayed today.
You couldn’t see him, but you could feel the tension in the air thicken then. Of course, you knew exactly where “it” was. And up until you got caught by Tess sneaking back into the apartment, you were happy to get rid of it.
I can talk to him. I didn’t know. He’ll understand.
At least that’s what you told yourself. It’s not like you didn’t mess up before, but Joel always came around; albeit in his own callous way. After all these years living together— all these years of him raising you, it was like a silent promise. Joel would be there for you. He loved you.
But this was different. You’d never messed up this bad. As soon as you confessed your undertakings, the look of creeping dread on Tess’s face was testament enough to how royally you fucked up.
You took his watch.
It was broken. Before he found you it was broken, and long after he never fixed it. Between fighting infected and scavenging for survival; there wasn’t exactly time for him to figure it out, you’d assumed. But now that you were safe enough, and life was almost domestic, and the man you considered a father had a birthday coming up— it was high time he got a working one.
So you stole it; with the intention of fixing it. But no one in the QZ had the tools or knowledge. You ended up trading it with a couple ration cards for a smaller, gold one that actually told time. And you were proud that for the first time ever you actually got to do something for him.
All of which came crashing down when Tess fed you the details of its origins.
Sarah.
The floorboards creaked as he got up, rummaging through the counters and shelves in a desperation to find it. Drawers were violently rammed shut in his frustration.
“Joel.” She said it gently. It made your brows furrow; Tess promised to let you resolve it on your own. It didn’t deter him though, hands still rummaging through whatever he hadn’t looked through yet.
“It doesn’t make sense, I take it off for thirty seconds and it just vanishes?” Panic bled in to his usually pessimistic tone. You couldn’t see him but you could picture it; his face stayed stony but in his eyes the anxiety that was starting to bubble up was prominent.
“Joel.” It was sterner this time. Louder. You had your ear pressed to do the paint chipped door at that point, leaning on it to try and gauge the situation.
“What?” The sound of things being shifted around stopped.
“It’s not here. You’re not gonna find it.”
Your eyes widened, and in panic you acted before you could properly comprehend what you were doing. Pushing the bedroom door open, you burst out pointing an accusing finger at the woman.
“You said I could fucking tell him!” Chest heaving, eyes wide as you turned and looked at Joel like a deer trapped in headlights.
“You do not talk to her like that,” he said sternly. Good. If he was still in a position to lecture you that meant he still cared.
Joel looked increasingly confused, looking between the two of you until his eyes latched on the glimmer of gold you had clutched in your hand. His gaze hardened, the change in his demeanor sent waves around the room.
Your breath hitched as you quickly pulled your arm back to hide it behind you, but he saw it. You knew that.
Tess had gotten up from where she was sitting, inching in your direction to try and mitigate the oncoming damage.
“What is that?” He spoke lowly, dangerously so. Everyone stood silent for a spell before you slowly unconcealed your arm and managed to pry your unwilling fingers open in front of him, the watch resting on your palm.
“Well- I-“ You didn’t usually stammer but with the bile rising in your throat and that sinking stomach feeling stomach sick striking your core it was too much. Your mouth opened and closed but the words didn’t come. You fucked up.
“What the fuck is that?” You’d seen him angry before. It wasn’t something he ever tried to hide from you, but you’d never seen him look at you like that. Like you were sidewalk gum.
“It’s your birthday and-“ He took a step forward and you took a step back, heel making contact with the wall behind you. The watch in your hand was too heavy and the thoughts in your head were too loud.
Why didn’t you let Tess do the talking? What were you thinking? Getting the watch? Intervening? Joel was right to be mad. How could he ever look at you like he hated you?
“How’d you get it?” He cut you off. But you were too muddled to comprehend him.
“The other one didn’t even work!” Words fell out before you could know what you were saying, “you just kept looking at it and I know and I—“
The thoughts got louder. Your throat got tighter.
“And I just thought that if I-I— Dad—“
The word slipped from you like a plea. You’d only called him that a handful of times, when desperation felt so thick you could taste it. Your first thunderstorm. Your first clicker. Colder nights.
His eyes would soften. He’d call to you and comfort you and you could burrow in his embrace and then, everything would dissipate.
“You’re not my daughter.”
You blinked. Every nerve you had froze over. The thoughts in your head silenced. The walls in the room started closing in. And the worst part was the way he looked at you. Straight into your eyes with a hate you’d never known to see. Then the world was too quiet.
“I’m not your fucking dad. I’m never gonna be your fucking dad. Your dad is six feet under with mushrooms crawling up his throat and thats what he deserves for bringing a fucker like you into the world!” He spat it at you and all you knew you could feel were the tears pooling in your eyes. You couldn’t breathe and it hurt because he had never hurt you.
“Joel!” Tess interjected, staring at the man in disbelief.
“Fuck you!” You choked it out, pushing past the two of them and bolting out the door.
The creeping feeling in your throat magnified, tasting something like betrayal. But it pained you more to know that it was true. He never belonged to you, he just volunteered to be there for you. And it was unfair and anger inducing and all so real.
You didn’t know where you were going, you just ran. Feet pounding against the wooden floors until you made it out of the building. You felt the knobs of the watch face indent your skin as you gripped it in your flight. Even then you didn’t stop; you needed to get away.
The apartment felt frozen, locked in a stunned silence. Tess had her mouth agape, staring at the still open door you’d just burst out of. She was first to break the stupor, “Joel what the fuck was that?”
His gaze was hardened, turned towards the floor. But he said nothing.
“I know you’re upset, but we could’ve talked about it!”
“What, Tess? Talk about what? They’re not Sarah and they ain’t ever gonna fucking be Sarah!” He’d only raised his voice at her once before, when he thought she was going to be mauled by an Infected, but never more than that. And for the first time in a long time, she couldn’t read him.
“They never needed to be.” Tess knew he hurt. How could he not? Before everything, Sarah was all he had. But you were alive now. And you were a person, and not a replacement. You weren’t a ghost, or a symbol, or a chance of redemption. You were a, albeit stupid, kid.
“It’s curfew,” she said, going to sling a bag over her shoulders, “we have to go after Y/N before Fedra throws their ass in lockup. I don’t think they could’ve gotten far so if we—“
“I don’t care.” He cut her off. So she left without another word.
If he continued not caring, he had a shitty way of showing it. When Tess pushed the door open a couple hours later, he perked up to crane his neck at the door. Silently crestfallen when you didn’t follow her in.
The next couple days were the same. He asked around on work duty, radioed Bill and Frank when he could, searched on his off time. They both did, but you never turned up.
And then it was two weeks.
And almost a month.
There was a window in the bedroom with a broken latch. It can’t stay closed. So, most days, especially in summer, you all just kept it open. But, as you scaled the fire escape, you found that tonight it was pushed shut.
Inside it was dark, but the moonlit let in enough for you to see that no one occupied the bed. Placing a hand on the glass, you pressed it open with relative ease. Slipping your hand in your pocket you pulled out Joel’s watch. You ran a thumb over the cracked face, watching the glow in the dark numbers fluoresce in the night.
You clambered in slowly, getting half way through before hearing an all too familiar creak. You forgot to check the armchair.
Your head whipped in the direction of the sound, heart pounding as your eyes made contact with the ones that looked at you with such malice a few weeks prior.
“Y/N?”
Dropping the watch on the nightstand, you immediately moved to climb back out but he was faster.
Before you’d made it one rung down, your wrist was caught in the palm of his calloused hand.
The tears sprung before you could stop them. You gave your arm a sharp tug, but he held fast. So you gave up, the both of you just opting to stare instead.
He looked tired, if the bags under his eyes were any indication. But his gaze wasn’t the one you left him with. You saw a warmth that made it hurt worse than before.
You were worse for wear, but you’d sen darker days. A bruise bloomed over your left eye, and your clothes had a few more holes than they did to start. He studied you, cupping your face with his free hand. It was so gentle you cried.
“I thought you were mad at me.” He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Of course that’s the first thing you think to say. Shaking his head, he released you, gesturing for you to come back in. You did.
“Of course I was mad at you, I’m still mad at you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Your bottom lip quivered. He’d never said that before. Yelling and nagging, he could do but he never told you he loved you. Or that he cared.
“I brought it back. Your old one.” Your hands were balled at your side, trying to fight the tears you knew were inevitable.
“I didn’t— if I knew I never would’ve—“ You gasped as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You missed it, the way his arms around you felt more secure than any walls erected on earth. The way it was warm, and so familiar and it was just so unbearably cold outside in the middle of June. You couldn’t help but sob.
“I know, baby. I know.” He almost whispered it, the words felt so secret. They were yours.
You shoulders shook, “I’m so so sorry, Joel.”
“Dad, will do just fine.”
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moonlightdancer26 · 7 months
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"People only like Snape bc movies" I actually don't like the movies very much. They sanitize so much of the series.
I was that kid who took the books to point out how inaccurate the movies are. And while I've toned down things, I still don't care much for them. I watched them like, 20 times?
But the books-I was always reading the books. Since I was 8 or so. I brought them when I moved and they were the only thing to do besides TV. In the other time I moved I read the books. I was obsessed.
Snape's just interesting. And it's possible to like a character even though/because they did bad things. I like him because he shows trauma symptoms (please can I burn the trope of having characters go through traumatic things and then not reacting to it?). And I like him because his story is probably the only well done example of 'sometimes the good guys have bad traits and do bad and sometimes the bad guys have good traits'
And before anyone gets up on me-I love the Marauders too! Sirius is an interesting character. James (at least in fanfic) is funny. Remus is my favorite of them all.
And Snape was a lousy teacher. He had racist ideologies in the past. He's not a nice person. Don't make the accusation against me that I don't know my fave's flaws.
On a different note, it may be worth noting that Snape's Worst Memory was pretty much cut-just a few seconds, and no one's identity was shown. If it weren't for the books I doubt anyone would know that was the Marauders, and not just some random students.
I could make the same argument about Marauder fans. Wonder if people would've liked Sirius and Remus and James if SWM had been shown? I could make a whole list of things the Marauders did that wasn't shown in the movies. But it would be unfair to say that people only like the Marauders because of the movies. My Marauders-stan bestie certainly doesn't like the Marauders only because of the movies. And neither do you Moon.
Also: I don't get it. If you all want (mostly) unflawed blorbos the Golden Trio and the Silver Trio are right there. Babies, all of them. And Harry's other darling classmates too. Cho and the Patils.
Hundreds of languages out there and you decide to speak facts, anon.
Honestly that claim is so flawed for many reasons.
Literally every single character (except my beautiful bbygirl Ronald Bilius Weasley whose character was completely destroyed in the films and deserved sm better) in the movies was very simplified and at least a little bit whitewashed compared to their book counterpart. Even Umbridge was better in the movies than she was in the books, of course we can’t expect the filmmakers to shoehorn every single detail of Snape’s character in the films.
Be that as it may, a majority of Snape’s heroic actions were ALSO cut from the films. Did the films mention when Snape took the time to brew Wolfsbane potion perfectly each month for a man he didn’t even like? Did the films mention when Snape prepared the mandrake draught potion that cured three Petrified muggleborn students? Did the films mention when Snape revealed his dark mark in front of the Minister of Magic when he began questioning Dumbledore? Did the films mention when Snape went back to Voldemort in GoF and continued spying for Dumbledore? Did the films mention when Snape yelled at a portrait for referring to Hermione as a Mudblood? Did the films mention when Snape straight up saved Remus’s life in DH? Did the films mention when Snape rushed to the fifth floor in his pyjamas when he heard (the egg) screaming? Did the films mention when baby!Snape introduced Lily to the Wizarding World and told her everything she needed to know (including the Dementors; something Harry learned about when he was already a teenager)? Snape’s whole character in the movies (aka the one that stripped 80% of his personality) was done dirty. They didn’t manage to bring up some of his most heroic/genuine moments in the series, so antis better quit complaining about Snape “being whitewashed!!!!!!” in the movies, especially not when they’re Marauder stans as well (legit 89% of the bad things they did were barely even brushed upon).
Hearing people say “people who like Snape only watched the movies” is extremely amusing, especially when one remembers that… they’re talking about… one of the most best-selling book series in the entire world.
Book!Snape is far more diverse and complex than Movie!Snape can even dream to be. We see how his trauma affected him, how he grew as a person throughout the years, his relatively detailed backstory, his realistic bitterness regarding the son of the man he hated and the woman he loved, etc. Saying we can’t possibly appreciate his character is ludicrous, liking a fictional character doesn’t mean you believe they’re a flawless angel or even that you believe they’re a good person. People are able to enjoy problematic characters for what they are. Alan Rickman definitely did his best with what he was given, and movie!Snape was 100% iconic in his own dry way, but the filmmakers still did his character dirty.
My Marauders-stan bestie certainly doesn't like the Marauders only because of the movies. And neither do you Moon.
You’re right, anon. The reason I even like the Marauders (except Jimmy Jimmy coco puff) is because of how deep and complicated their characters are — as adults, we realise just how flawed and grey they are and that they aren’t as wonderful as how Harry views them.
Anyway, I decided to rant a little for you guys because I’ve been starving you for a while. Enjoy. <3
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skywarpie · 1 year
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Severing the Ties
based on this post bc i wanna make everyone sad after the exciting morning we’ve had. :)
Word Count: 891
nothing too drastic, just a lot of angst.
He’s not sure where his ghouls are. There hasn’t really been enough time in between the current events to allow him that knowledge. All he knows is that he’s gained himself an extra five minutes, something that was done through a massive amount of negotiation. Or more along the lines of Copia being a blubbering and begging mess until the unknown ghouls around him agreed.
“Five minutes.” One of them had growled out to the sobbing man at their feet. And that was all the permission he needed. 
Copia jumps to his feet and rushes down the hall as quickly as his aged body will allow him. He only stops when he is in front of the door, taking a moment to ground himself with a deep breath or two. 
The door creaks as he opens it and makes his way inside. Two small beds adorned each side of the room, one of his daughters quickly asleep in each. Copia seats himself on the edge of Athaliah’s bed, his eldest daughter. 
It takes a moment but her tiny eyes flutter open with a yawn. “Papa!” Her voice is quieted by another yawn. A tiny hand rubs at her eye as she sits up and pushes her hair from her face. Her joy suddenly seems to fall as she takes in his solemn expression. “What’s wrong?”
He swallows thickly. Copia hadn’t spent much time giving a thought to an excuse as to why he was waking her up in the middle of the night. “Papa has to go away for a little while.” It comes out sadder than he wants. The goal is to make this goodbye a good one. If you can actually even call it that. Somehow telling your kids bye with the knowledge that you’re going to be dragged to your death doesn’t sound too comforting.
“Right now?” She tilts her little head. Athaliah glances at her alarm clock off to the side. 1:30 am. “It’s still dark outside.” She says this like it’s the most logical explanation as to why he should stay. 
Copia’s upper lip twitches. “Something came up.” 
“But you said you don’t go on tour again until next month.” Her little voice has an accusing tone to it. Rightfully so.
“Yea.” He clears his throat. “Turns out someone changed the date for that.”
“And time?”
Such a smart girl, Copia thinks. “Yea, and the time.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.” Her bottom lip sticks out. 
“No, it doesn’t.” His smile is sad. “But that’s why I’m here now. That way you don’t wake up in the morning and can’t find me.”
“Oh okay.” Her smile returns. “I’ll wake up Accalia.” 
“Wait,” Copia grabs her little arm before she wakes her sister. “Let her sleep, yea?” 
“Why?” Confusion clouds her vision again. “You don’t want to tell her bye?”
He does. Copia really wants to tell her bye, but at the age of three he doubts she’ll remember him as much as Athaliah who’s six will. Or at least that’s what he tells himself and that it’s not the fact he knows she’ll cling to him until he is dragged out of the ministry. That seems more traumatizing than waking up with him gone, in Copia’s opinion. “You can tell her for me, si? You don’t want her to be cranky when she wakes up in the morning now do you?” He grins. “And we don’t want that, do we?”
“No!” Her response is quick and it drags a laugh from Copia’s throat. “You’ll bring something back for us?” By now she’s clinging to his arm, looking up into his face. 
“Don’t you have enough toys?”  
Her brows furrow. “But you always bring back the best ones.”
“Someone sounds a little spoiled.” Copia adds as he tickles her. He quickly shushes her when her squealing laughter starts to get a little too loud. He looks at her and then points to her sister, placing a finger over his mouth to signal her to be quiet.
Her giggles start to quieten down when he tucks her back into bed, blankets snug around her. Copia tries to pull away but Athaliah winds her tiny arms around his neck. “You don’t have to bring me anything back, Papa. I know you get busy.” When she pulls back Copia feels like he’s going to be sick. Her expression is so genuine and understanding. He unwinds her arms a little quicker than he’d typically do, but her expression doesn’t change, even as he places a kiss on her head.
He’s cutting it short, exceptionally short if he’s being honest with himself. The last thing he wants is her to see him flocked by a pack of unknown ghouls. Copia has his hand on the doorknob when he hears her again.
“You’ll call every night?” 
He chews his bottom lip, looking back at her. “Si. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
There’s a faint smile on her face as she yawns, getting comfortable again. “I love you Papa.”
“I love you too, topolina.” He’s glad the light from the hall obscures his features because he knows he looks terrible. “Whenever you miss me just remember that I’m with you always.” The last part he whispers as he closes the door, separating him from the two most important things in his life.
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angelhummel · 10 months
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okay so in honor of pride month, i have something i wanna get off my chest for real. sorry if this is super long
I have a tendency to go outside of tumblr spaces when looking at glee content — something i frequently regret. but in my time in those spaces, i often the most delusional take ever. it is basically, “kurt was always kinda pushy towards finn. so did he actually DESERVE to be called a slur??? 🤔🤔🤔 let’s discuss.” this shit boils my blood to no end and while it’s obvious why, i feel the incessant need to defend my boy kurt at all costs.
for one, he wasn’t any more pushy than any other character in the show. i mean for god’s sake, rachel quite literally THREW herself at finn as early as the first episode and i guess that’s fine??? what kurt did was virtually no different bc all the characters do weird, out of pocket shit throughout the show. it really only bothered finn bc kurt is a boy and finn is OVERLY bothered by the prospect of a boy having a crush on him. (more specifically that its kurt — he just simply dislikes kurt being attracted potentially straight guys. thats why he took so much issue to kurt singing with sam. it’s always been about his personal issues with kurt)
moving on to the actual scene in question, so much of what flop accused kurt of was grossly unfair to him. like he says something along the lines of “im scared to even take a shower when youre around,” implying that kurt is some ‘predatory gay’. which is ironic, bc we learn from kurt himself that he never showered after gym JUST to avoid be labelled as something like that. at no point did kurt’s advances move towards remotely ANYTHING sexual in nature, finn just instead assumed that of him
finally, i do believe that flop WANTED to call kurt a slur. he knew that kurt wouldnt call him out for it and you can tell from his tone that that had been building up inside of him for awhile. he wanted something that would push kurt away/scare him. he just went for the cruelest method possible in the moment.
so all this was to basically say that flop hudson sucks and that kurt did not deserve any of the shit that he endured. he was pretty much taught by his peers that it is inappropriate and unacceptable for him to have the same wants and desires that literally any teenager would have simply bc he was gay.
thank you for tuning into my rant. this has been stewing for awhile lmao
lmao yesterday i saw a gifset where cory as finn was doing some good fun acting and i stared at him for like a minute going "if i focus on the cory of it all, can i trick myself into liking finn even a little bit?"
the answer was already no, but if it hadn't been, this ask wouldve set me straight. thank you <3
i've definitely talked about that before tho bc omg. finn has the nerve to call anyone else pushy. i know its not like it'd happened in the show already but. this is the boy setting up a whole kissing booth to manipulate quinn into kissing him aksljfsdlk. or the way he got drunk at the wedding reception in s4 and was hounding rachel. that literally gives me the heebie jeebies lmao sorry to be dramatic about it but i hate it
and god yeah it just breaks my heart bc we know that kurt is always walking on eggshells around these people anyway. and literally 2x04 has become one of my least favorite episodes bc of how hard it is to watch as a kurt stan lmao. sorry it has like two iconic songs but finchel are so fucking manipulative and awful and i've had several rants about this episode before aljsfdlks but basically boils down to them literally making kurt feel like he's committing a crime by asking sam to sing a duet with him and isolating him to an unhealthy degree
and then wanna act all :O four eps later when kurt is like "im getting tf out of here to go to school with people who are nice to me" aslkfdslfjsd
anyway literally just search "2x04 anti finn" on my blog and you will find more posts than you would ever care to read lmao
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Person who sent the Vriska ableism ask. I am currently rereading and at least up through act 5 Vriska is the only one to be Horrifically ableist to Tavros. Alot of the troll characters *are* ableist but they're not vicious about it in the way she is, she actively seeks out excuses to call him useless and better off dead and like. While other characters do make ableist remarks about them they're both significantly toned down and also not usually to his face. I'm saying this as a disabled person- Vriska is ableist to Tavros beyond what we see as "normal" on Alternia. (This isn't me trying to accuse you of downplaying it btw. I wouldn't remember exactly how bad she was if I wasn't rereading rn and also hyperaware of it as a wheelchair user)
(CONT.) The actual reason Vriska's ableism bothers me so much is partially bc I read with the directors commentary mod that lets me see what Hussie wrote for the books and Hussie repeatedly agrees with alot of the horrific shit Vriska says about Tavros so like. When people try to defend Vriska saying that shit it feels in a roundabout way like trying to defang REAL OPINIONS Hussie has about one of their only canonically disabled characters
if it makes you feel at all better, i don't think you can trust literally anything hussie says to actually be their 'real' opinion on anything ever (motherfucker thinks they're the dave strider of real life), but it seriously doesn't excuse any of that shit regardless, just because it's uncomfortable and terrible to have to watch, hear, or sit through.
i distinctly remember being incredibly uncomfortable whenever vriska was talking with or interacting with tavros, so i don't think you're wrong for saying that (it must be exceptionally worse for you, actually). also, as someone who often likes to take a dive into older fandom history-- i think you're completely right that the people who say that shit are trying to defang that stuff. worse, actually, i think they don't see what's wrong with it; there were a LOT of fucked up memes and posts and in-jokes that went around back in the day that people thought were fine just because they were 'funny'. like "oh no i'm not making fun of disability, i'm making fun of tavros, which is fine because he's a joke character in a webcomic", and then they refuse to unpack in their brains what that could possibly mean.
not that i'm saying older fandom was intentionally malicious, i'm well aware that 2012 was a different time in which rigorous self-examination and outspoken empathy wasn't as popular as it is now, and that sometimes when memes get really big people don't think about the message being sent behind them; but i also don't think it can really be excused with "oh it was 2012 and people made jokes like that". like, no, people (mostly hussie) can be aware of the sort of thing they're putting out into the world. it's not anything except deeply uncomfortable to write a series-wide extended joke about how a disabled character is useless/worthless and deserves abuse.
i guess basically what i'm saying (to people far in the past who probably already know this now, not to you, anon) is: critical media consumption, people. learn it.
you need to be able to examine the things you're reading/watching to see what it's saying to you, and what sort of things it's making you think or be comfortable with, what sort of person it's helping you become.
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I hvn't checked on ur blog in a while so if you really got a transphobic ask than fuck whoever did that > :<
but I do want to input that as far as shipping goes: I'd imagine it's cuz sometimes your posts come off as "headcanon police"y and could easily be interpreted as "hate" themselves, I think maybe some tone indicators or "rant" disclaimer would help a lot (assuming the hate asks do have backbone and aren't just people being rude and mad for the sack of being rude and mad) I'm really sorry if this ask reads as passive aggressive, I don't intend it to be. I just remember feeling that your post about "why do people portray sweet as jaded" was phrased kinda aggressively, like complaining about "mischaracterization" thats actually just "not characterized by your interpretation, like I feel the best thing about scc is how much was left for intepreatation and thus how creative and varied but still have the same vibe fanworks of them have, so seeing posts looking down on these creative works from a very creative an amazing artist felt a little odd: but I am autistic, so I might have just misunderstood the tone completely ^^*
in that case I'm srry for wasting your time reading this fndjskfa
while I have the confidence to send this ask I might as well add that your lineart is SO good and I must have watched your scc animation at least 10 times: at least 3 of those time was on low speed as I paused at every frame, and I also just really appreciate that you give ralsei a tail, the fluffy boy deserves a fluffy tail *applause*
the transphobia seemed entirely baseless, they didn't connect it to anything but I can't imagine why someone would send it if not for Being Pissed At Something I Did.
anyway that wasn't meant to be heacanon policing, i feel justified being upset w people mischaracterizing scc, sweet in this case, bc ppl will make sweet's defining character trait "grmpy straight man character" when he isn't ! he is not at all the straight man character, if anything, capn kinda is? since he's the only one to point out something not making sense (like kk asking to buy a bagel when he's selling them) whereas sweet goes perfectly along with kk saying he wants to be a car. sweet Does get angry, we see that before and after their fight, but they were also very easily convinced (by kk, not really capn) to stop being mad and was immediately happy again. overall sweet is just emotional, and i don't like that people stop at "mad". and then making them the straight man character was wrong to begin with. their characterization is just so clear to me i don't get why people think he's jaded. now I'm worried abt that also sounding mean when i didn't intend it so but Well. maybe i deserve to be mean. as a treat /j
and well i have every right to be mad abt people infantalizing kk i think. you didn't say that and I'm not accusing you but since I'm on the thought train of Being Mad With Their Fandom Mischaracterization
also thank you ! ralsei can have a tail. as a treat
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🥝🍐🍈 for the ask game! <33
HIII JACKS SORRY FOR THE LATENESS, I WROTE MY ANSWERS OUT, LOST THEM TO A TUMBLR GLITCH, WROTE THEM ALL OUT AGAIN, AND THEN MY WIFI WENT DOWN FOR MULTIPLE DAYS SO I COULDN'T ACTUALLY PUBLISH THIS ASK UNTIL I HAD A DAY OFF TO GET MY HOTSPOT WORKING... THIS ANSWER HAS JUST BEEN OPEN IN FIREFOX STARING ME DOWN UNABLE TO BE PUBLISHED BC IT WAS ON MY LAPTOP AND NOT MY PHONE HSLJSDFHLFDKSHJ.... THANKS FOR THE ASK EVEN THOUGH GOD CONSPIRED AGAINST ME ANSWERING IT, ENJOY
🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?
Last time I did this ask game, I went with a cop-out answer and said angst, but that's really more a genre than a trope imo, and as an AO3 tag it's verrrry broad. The funny thing is that, since I'm not letting myself say angst, I think I'm instead going to have to say Time Travel, which is very funny because I haven't posted very much time travel, lmao. The reason for that, though, is that every time I start a fic which involves time travel, it spirals massively out of control and ends up becoming such a large project that I never finish enough of it to post... 😭 But god I just love time travel so much, it's so juicy, there's such wide potential for both angst and comfort, fixing things and making them worse. Someday one of the many time travel fics rotting away on my computer will come to fruition... I swear it...
🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…
Oof. Uh. Yeah... 😅 There's usually at least one of these in every fandom I get really into, and depending on what it is, I go back and forth on whether I subscribe to the "canon isn't real it can't hurt me" philosophy, where I just pretend it never happened, or the "canon is real but I came with a hammer" philosophy, where I acknowledge the event as canon but then explore whatever the problems are with it in my writing. Sometimes it just depends on the tone of the fic, too, haha. As a good example of this, I love Kanji from Persona 4, and depending on the fic, I'll either choose to explore the way he continues to reject his sexuality and the homophobia he suffers from the rest of the cast..... orrrr I'll just quietly sweep canon under the rug and write both him and the rest of the cast the way I think they should've been written to begin with. (I do the same with Naoto, lmao, he's my special little trans man)
🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.
I've ranted at GREAT length about my Minato headcanons before, so I'll just pick one I haven't really focused as much on which I've been thinking about more while playing Reload. My god Minato is so autistic and I love him so much. I basically always write him as having an extremely limited understanding of social cues, and, in an effort to make up for this, he kind of just defaults to being a passive yes-man since that's what's gotten him the least negative results in the past. This is how I understand him through the lens of his most criticized social links (such as Kenji, Kazushi, and Hidetoshi) where the "correct" answers tend to be just agreeing with people and letting them do as they please. The way I see it, he's just... so tired of trying to interact with people earnestly only to be misunderstood and accused of being an asshole just because he can't pick up on the silly little social dance that everyone expects him to know instinctively. It's only as he experiences his character development over the course of the year that he begins to hit his stride as a leader and therefore learns to step outside of his comfort zone a little and speak up for himself with the understanding that he might still be misunderstood sometimes and that's something he's willing to risk.
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tagged by @vrontons-modern-life  not tagging anyone in particular, just tagging anyone who wants to do this! 
i basically never post any of my work publicly because anxiety, (i just share it w/ friends) but this looked like fun and i probably won’t spontaneously combust if i just post a snippet from one of my current ffxiv wips lmao. probably. 
tl;dr context required for this to make any sense at all (if you don’t play ffxiv there’s nothing i can do for you sorry lmao): in my wols’ canon, lahabrea is yeeted back out of the lifestream around the end of shadowbringers in a mortal body (w/ most of his memories) and is forced to fumble around figuring out how to be a mortal. aurelia stumbles over him during 5.4 and recognizes him by his voice, and immediately adopts him under the pretense of tutoring him in thaumaturgy (she’s excited bc here’s a chance to actually maybe make friends with an ascian this time! oh boy!). lahabrea thinks nobody knows who he is. aurelia, leovold (my other wol, not shown), thancred, and raha all absolutely know who he is. said hilarious pretense goes on for about a month - this takes place during that month. 
Hephaestus was hunched over the table over a tome and notebook; his hair had long since started to escape the confines of his loose ponytail and was hanging unevenly into his face, veiling his profile. He was scrawling notes across the open face of his notebook with impressive speed – Aurelia wasn’t quite sure what he was studying, but she’d determined at a fairly quick glance some time ago that it wasn’t anything she’d assigned him. She had decided not to say anything about it.
She could hardly blame him, really – she was near-certain that most of what she’d given him to ‘study’ was largely review. She almost felt a little bad for him about it, but if this was the game he was going to insist on playing, she was going to let him play it – inconveniences and all.
Alisaie’s voice suddenly turned particularly petulant, drawing Aurelia’s attention.
“Yes, well… this argument is stupid, and—and you’re being stupid!” She accused, jabbing a finger at Alphinaud.
G’raha snorted loudly.
“Ad hominem,” Hephaestus muttered absently, in a disapproving tone that Aurelia suspected was probably his Professor Voice.
Unbelievable, she realized with amusement. He had been paying at least some degree of attention.
Alphinaud sputtered – Alisaie made an irate noise. G’raha hummed thoughtfully.
“I don’t remember what that means,” Alisaie shot back, “but—but no it isn’t!”
Hephaestus looked up sharply, his quill scratching to an abrupt stop on the page. He had a by-now-familiar look on his face that Aurelia was fairly certain meant that he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud.
“It means a fallacious personal attack – and yes it is!” Alphinaud argued triumphantly.
“I think,” Aurelia interceded, “that it’s time to let the disagreement go, if we’re getting to the point of ad —ad hom—” She hesitated, stumbling over the unfamiliar term.
“Ad hominem,” Alphinaud and Hephaestus corrected in unison – with very poorly disguised amusement, in Hephaestus’ case.
“Yes, that,” Aurelia agreed.
“Fine, fine,” Alisaie sighed, standing up, “I’ve got shite to do, anyroad.”
“Hug and make up, first,” Aurelia instructed.
Alisaie turned to glare at her – she merely grinned back.
“Do you even know what we were arguing about?” Alisaie questioned.
“No,” Aurelia answered blithely.
G’raha snorted again – Alphinaud cleared his throat in an attempt to hide his own snort.
“It wasn’t over anything important, you know,” Alisaie shook her head at her before glancing back over at her brother, “We’re fine?”
“Of course we are,” Alphinaud agreed.
“Right, I’m off then,” Alisaie announced, pushing in her chair and heading away.
Alphinaud’s attention shifted immediately. “Hephaestus!” He began earnestly.
Hephaestus’ quill came to a stop again – he looked up warily, “Alphinaud.”
“Do you study debate?”
“Barely,” Hephaestus lied, looking back down again.
Aurelia snickered. She knew he was full of shite: she’d heard shades in Amaurot’s Hall of Rhetoric sing his praises – he was purportedly quite good at it.
Alphinaud shot her a puzzled look, “Is something amusing?”
“No,” Aurelia grinned.
Hephaestus frowned, glancing up and studying her warily for a moment before returning his attention to his notes again.
“…Aurelia…” Alphinaud piped up again after a moment.
“Hm?” Aurelia turned her gaze back away from Hephaestus.
“…We were just arguing about food,” he told her sheepishly.
Hephaestus’ quill came to a stop yet again.
“…Oh,” Aurelia muttered.
Hephaestus gave a barely audible snort, shaking his head and resuming his work.
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girltomboy · 1 month
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Last night I had yet annnnnother fight with my boyfriend over video games, and I just could no longer hold back from observing out loud how this always happens when I finally get to play with them lately. It's always when I join the team too that my boyfriend either rage quits mid game, tells me I'm not playing or doing anything even though I clearly am, or throws a tantrum because I don't appreciate his "tips" if I can't even apply them, then tells me to stop talking. Only one of our friends had the sense to point out how nasty he was being. He kept insisting (I made the mistake of texting him today instead of just focusing on my Sunday and forgetting all abt that) that I "raised my voice at him while he was just being helpful" and not only did I not raise my voice at all and I'm sick of him throwing that accusation at me any time I'm not speaking in a soft, dainty tone just to reach for a reason to be upset, it also didn't warrant him saying rude things to me in a passive-aggressive way and then telling me to stop talking. WHILE OUR FRIENDS WERE PRESENT. Like that's a different type of assholery. It's an assholery that's free of fucks. Just plain, careless assholery in your face type. I felt enraged and humiliated and just went to bed, and today I told him via text to either quit playing video games and get a different hobby, or do it like an adult, which I know he's not exactly capable of because we've had this conversation MANY TIMES. And I told him to go ahead and ask any of our friends whether or not I raised my voice and made him a victim, but deep down I knew he would go to the one who would validate him the most because he has the same issues with rage and general lifelessness 🤭 and I was right! But when one of them called him out last night I felt like I was gonna break down immediately cause people taking my side is my biggest weakness. Like I'm stone faced in petty and one-sided conflicts, I'm unscathed and victorious in the idgaf war, but when someone defends me or takes my side it's like Moses striking the rock with his staff for water to burst out of it. That's probably why I was so deeply affected and hurt when my mom lied about grandma saying mean stuff about me; it's because I knew grandma would instead stand up for me. Anyway, I'm soooo sick of the same wrung out apologies from my bf after long back and forths and I feel like taking a break from talking to him, which is very odd and wrong to me in a long distance relationship no less, but his moodiness is off the charts lately and I need to focus on things that extract less negative energy out of me.
So I met up with my work bestie to watch The Conjuring 1 and 2 today! I'd seen the first one before, but I only remembered bits and pieces of it, and tbf I liked it better than the first one. Unfortunately I don't feel like I can talk about either of them because all that's left in my mind is the memory of Vera Farmiga 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 We had a lot of fun and laughs like we always do, and I can't wait to meet her again at work this week. Our next movie marathon will contain The Conjuring 3 (not excited for it bc of the low rating 😔 - but apparently a 4th one is coming this year?? So we might be able to see it in the theatre!!) and then the Annabelle movies. I don't know if I watched any Annabelle movie, so that's exciting too, although I'm not super into this type of horror.
Also, my best friend is gonna come to the city AGAIN this next weekend and we can hang out! 😭❤ I need to actually make her something this time, but I have yet to even think about it. But even if I don't get to, we'll still have a sweet full moon weekend together
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guideaus · 9 months
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nimona movie thoughts as i watch
it feels kinda very heavy-handed so far? just 13 mins in theres a mean old bully, some stranger call nimona a freak despite just standing there
idk if i like the change plotline of ballister trying to earn his redemption back due to false charges? again, the quietly cast aside by someone who couldnt take not winning/not even admitting there was foul play was a lot more subtle than ballister being accused of killing the queen in front of everyone
i dont like ballister claiming hes not a villain. nimona is obviously the one that internalizes that perception more, but hes more like that character trope where he says hes a mean old villain and then works on a cure to help sick people and quietly bring to light the injustice of the institute, so again i guess a lot of it isnt subtle just in the first 13 mins
ballister either got himself caught or is much less capable here
nimona literally speaking abt her feelings abt being perceived poorly is... dont like that. ms shapeshifter who'd rather rage and lie than come anywhere close to the truth
cant say i like the cutesy puppy dog face for ballister
again the conflict between our best friends/lovers to enemies feels silly when its a false charge instead of a simple awkward moment of jealousy. goldenloin is jealous of how ballister was talented and skilled enough to keep up w him, goldenloin casually takes the promotion, and ballister fades away. while a goofy moment of ballister here shouting to murder everyone in a sarcastic way being taken seriously be goldenloin feels... silly (dumb)
nimona asking a rando to trust her right off the back when in the original even in the end she's wary of ballister. the movie is going hard on being goofy in tone, idk why they didnt just have her show up and joke abt her monstrous appearance as a shark or whatever
the tone is much more for kids lol. the comic had characters cussing and being dramatic and tense and here it feels like im watching a nick short
Wish with the conflict being such a huge change there'd be a timeskip, the original made sense for him to quit being a hero, but here it's off
Idk why the movie is portraying nimona almost as a nightmarish burden. That should be her intrusive thoughts, not a suggestion to the audience, shes not even really doing it in a performative way, ballister does not like it
Idk why ballister is ready to kill her after she helped him, like why they wrote that. Comic nimona would never allow that and would ghost immediately
Ballister calling her a monster is very different from his comic version suggestion to run tests, which triggers her anger.
Speaking of, he seems to have lost all interest in science here
Sucks they made ballister ask what she is, not after she was killed and revived herself, but in their actual introduction. She would never take that
Hate her not deflecting. And whys she wanna help him clear his name and say she'll stick by his side, not even in a lying way
I'd like to say I like the "I'm not a girl, I'm a shark" (v reminiscent of wolfwalkers) but ballister telling her to be a girl sucks
He says he regrets this and should've stayed in jail. Idk why this ballister is so passive... his whole thing in the comic was continuing on in spite of goldenloin and the institute. Accepting the label of villain even if he knows he's not.
idk why they created a high school jock bully-type character. maybe to make goldenloin look better by default?
a lot of the knights are faceless compared to the comic which makes them feel less real
kinda sucks goldenloin offers to hunt down ballister in place of ballister
ballister saying theyre doing things his way is the closest to the comic so far, hopefully, nimona respects that bc her attitude is way off so far
SUCKS ballister every second is like "i cant be seen with that, its too much" while ballister in the comic gladly rides into wherever on dragon nimona
the worldbuilding in the movie feels the opposite of the comic. it kind of reminds me of dishonored
i wonder why they added a whole "never been outside the wall" plotline, im not sure how relevant it is seeming as their city seems super diverse already (unless its exclusively for monsters like in Hilda)
again wish they didnt remove ballister's interest in science :( nimona kinda just goes for a wacky villain vibe, no different from what she does w herself
feels silly our movie ballister is established as uptight and stressed and goldenloin is like "hmm... this doesnt look right" seeing ballister dance around. i'd be like "oh, my ex has gone mad."
HATE ballister being the one to say microaggressions to her
if nimona's backstory isnt a lie, i'll scream
instead of lying, she pretty much was evasive for the first time. super sad there'll be no "what witch?" scene now. it was a '"fuck off, youre not getting an answer"
i have to say i did find a violent baby funny
hate goldenloin refusing to fight ballister. but i guess the entire context is different
ballister helping her w the arrow was the first nice reaction to her, but him being a pussy abt blood is annoying. is he not a knight...
going hard on the "not like everyone else" i see
ballister is kind of becoming reformed in his mindset here concerning monsters, but its hard for me to accept concerning nimona. her point was hanging out w him bc he had also been labeled a monster, i feel the moment he wasn't also accepting it, she'd ditch, not suffer his character development. hes not the literal father in wolfwalkers, ms evasive would not bet on him, esp in a scene where in the comic the point was her being defensive about letting someone else help her
i dont know why they turned ballister blackheart, the guy accepting the label of villain through exposing the institute's injustices into the guy desperately trying to cling to that life. maybe ppl really like redemption arc stories, but i'd rather watch some queer terrorists
SUCKS ballister is defending goldenloin now... the man is literally hunting u down
why cant ballister text the vid to goldenloin lmao
theres literally no reason nimona would still cling around to a man so against her ideals. im watching no.6 rn, nimona would be nezumi, but ballister isnt showing much of a reason to keep him around
its hard not to call ballister stupid, but ig the movie has them brainwashed. she-ra pt 2
hate nimona pleading w goldenloin
does nimona only have like 5 forms in this movie
ballister finally fights i guess. almost 50 mins it in it now feels like a prequel to the comic
why dont they let her be a dragon :(
tbh nimona hasnt quite shown too many of those traits
she is a dragon. but a brand mascot version to be cute 😞ok.
i cant remember if nimona ever interacted w children, i feel like she'd do her best to have as little contact as possible, not create situations to possibly be disappointed by
movie nimona is more internally self-loathing then externally as the comic was
LET NIMONA RUN AAAA
does ballister here not care she should have died... is that not a plot point in the movie anymore.
was gonna say goldenloin wouldve been fired on the spot for even taking an attitude w her, but :/
the institute seems to have more and less power in the movie?? the 'that was a shapeshifter' thing fits, but...
SUCKS ballister goes back to the institute mentality calling her a monster instead of their comic conflict of nimona lying to him. she should have died already, why didnt he point that out instead, itd still be understandable for him to get upset abt her lying, its not normal for someone to suddenly pop into ur life, regardless of if movie ballister had mercanaries or not that betrayed him too
aaaand im quitting the movie
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dukethomas · 3 years
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y’know as much as i rave abt duke and bruce’s consistently positive relationship, you know what i would have loved to see if duke’s entering the family had been given more attention?? a teensy bit of distrust sprinkled into there. in the beginning of we are robin duke very much distrusts authority figures bc he’s been in the foster care system for a while at that point & says he’s gotta do it all himself and while by the end of that series he’s much more of a team player…. he’s probably still got that distrust of authority figures, because it’s all been up to him and the other robins. sure, in superheavy duke appeals to bruce going “you inspired me and the rest of gotham” etc and it worked and batman returned! but bruce taking duke in is right after that, how is duke not gonna look at bruce and see the guy who only stepped up last minute? he used to describe batman as “another adult who bailed” like bruce has let him down before & duke hasn’t forgotten that.
but think abt how cool it would be to see duke showing up, not abt to turn down an offer from the freaking batman, and yeah, at first he’s hesitant. he’s wary. he’s waiting for when life’s gonna screw him over, despite his best hopes. and instead bruce really commits to training duke & throughout the cursed wheel arc duke rlly feels more and more like part of the family. it’s a subtle, gradual thing where duke begins to trust bruce alongside his evolution into the signal. and that distrust of authority never fully goes away bc duke rlly does feel like he’s the one that’s gonna take on the world but also now he’s got bruce in his corner and he’s never gonna take that for granted, ever.
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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x chubby fem reader ɞ
Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3 ♥︎ Part 4 ♥︎ Part 5
❥ Word Count: 6.2k
❥ CW: chubby fem reader, smut, friends with benefits, daddy kink, suggestive stuff, misogyny, sexism, bullying, fatphobia, a bit of angst/hurt at the end
❥ A/N: heyyyy. So ummm part 2 got so long that i have to split it up so in will actually post on tumblr sksksk so now you get four parts instead of three! Congrats sksksk. If the ending seems a bit off it's bc this part wasn't supposed to end there, so ig you could say there's a cliffhanger? ALSO, the first section is supposed to take place in the past, which is why the quotations are italicized. Hope that's clear! Anyways enjoy 💕
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“No.”
“Aw, c’mon princess, don’t be like that—”
“No, Naoya, that sounds like a horrible idea.”
That’s how it’d started. You were minding your business as usual, getting your mail when a disgustingly familiar face showed up and started bothering you. You had done your best to avoid Naoya since that night, ducking behind corners when he came around and scoping out the scene before you dashed out of your apartment and past his. You were bound to run into each other, being neighbors and all, but you hoped that you would’ve been able to avoid him for longer than a week.
“You’re avoiding me,” he had accused. He was right, but you still didn’t want to admit it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. The innocent act doesn’t suit you.”
You’d expected him to bully you, to pull out all the stops in order to make your veins bulge with rage. You didn’t expect him to flirt. You definitely didn’t expect him to suggest being friends with benefits.
“What?”
“C’mon, you heard me. I think it would be mutually beneficial.”
“Fuck no.”
“At least think about it—”
“No.”
“Aw, c’mon princess…”
He’d followed you up the stairs, listing off all the pros to his awful proposition. You’d tried to ignore him, truly, but he was like a mosquito you couldn’t shake off or smack dead. You didn’t take what he said seriously until he blocked your path to your apartment.
“You’re really not going to give it a thought?”
“No, Naoya. I’d rather die than be your fuck buddy.”
“Funny, you didn’t seem to feel the same last week—”
“Oh, fuck off—”
“Come oooooooon,” he’d whined, caging you in against the wall, keeping an arm up so you couldn’t run away and lock yourself into your home. “You can’t deny that it felt good. Didn’t even take ten minutes to make you cum twice.”
“You say that as if you didn’t cum right after.”
“So what? Still made you cum before me.”
You wanted to punch him, wanted to wipe that stupid smirk right off his face. How dare he act so smug about a one night stand? All he’d done was get his dick wet and yet he acted like he hung the stars in the sky. Fucking asshole.
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“You were full of me too.”
God¸ he was awful, so fucking arrogant and annoying, with his stupid straight teeth and snarky smile and dirty blonde hair. Did he dye it or was the two-toned hairstyle natural? It looked too soft to be bleached. And did his brown eyes always bore into you like that, like he was digging for some long lost treasure?
“And how many women do you have this kind of relationship with?”
“None, technically.” He’d leaned against the wall, one hand tucked in his sweatpants while the other brushed his knuckles against the wall, inches away from your side. “I don’t usually fuck the same pussy twice.”
“Oh wooow, I feel so special,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away. He clicked his tongue, slipping closer to you, sneaking his hand to your lower back.
“Come on, baby. Don’t be so cold to me.” He dipped down towards your neck, breath fanning your ear as he began rubbing circles into your back. “You should be flattered. It’s not every day that I pursue a woman.”
“Yeah, especially a fat woman, right?”
“So feisty,” he breathed, nosing at your neck, lips brushing against you. “Here I am, trying to be all sweet and nice, and you treat me like this? Such a mean girl. I outta teach you a lesson.” You scoffed, pushing him off and putting some distance between you.
“I’m not falling for this ‘sweet and nice’ act you’re putting on. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been an asshole to me since the day we met. I haven’t forgotten how you’ve treated me.” Naoya hummed, following you as you moved around him to get to your apartment.
“Well, how ‘bout I make it up to you, princess? Hm? Make you feel so good you forget about all the mean things I’ve ever done to you?”
“Do you ever shut up?” you asked rhetorically, pulling out your keys to unlock your door. Naoya snatched yours keys up, holding them over your head. “Hey!”
“Just one night, okay? Just to test the waters. If you hate it, fine, we can go back to being shitty to each other. But I think we could both have a lot of fun if you just gave it a chance.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re kinda cute when you’re mad. What’s your point?”
Your cheeks burned, body heating up at his compliment. God, you really hated him. Why did someone so annoying have to be so handsome? Why couldn’t you have attracted some skinny white guy instead, someone nonthreatening who actually treated you right? Why’d you have to attract the rich piss boy next door?
“Why do you wanna fuck me so bad, huh? You can’t find any other poor girl who’s insecure enough to open her legs for you?” He shrugged, leaning against your door, swinging your keys around his finger.
“You may be the exact opposite of what I’m looking for in a woman, but you’ve got a great pussy.”
“Wow, what a compliment.”
“Hey, you asked. Can’t blame me for being honest. It’s not my fault you were leaking like a goddamn faucet—”
Your hand had slammed on his mouth, shutting him up as you heard footsteps approaching. The two of you stayed still, waiting until the person passed your floor and continued onward. You let out the breath you were holding, releasing Naoya and glaring at him when he snickered.
“Look, just give me my keys and—”
“Not until you say ‘yes’.”
“Oh my God, Naoya! Why the fuck would I agree to something like this? You treat me like shit and expect me to just take it without complaints. You’re the worst person I’ve ever met.”
You weren’t sure if it was just your mind playing with you, but you could’ve sworn that you saw his narcissistic façade falter that day. You didn’t have time to process if you were correct or not when his sneer came back to life.
“Jesus, you’ve made your point. I’m an asshole, absolute trash, scum of the Earth, blah blah blah. You wouldn’t fuck me again if I was the last person on the planet; I get it. So do you wanna have sex or should I go back to bullying you for entertainment?”
You blinked, eyes narrowing at his choice of words.
“… Are you saying you won’t bully me if we start fucking each other regularly?” Naoya shrugged.
“Sure. I’d get a lot more out of fucking you than making fun of you.”
Your body relaxed slightly, the prospect of your nightmare of a neighbor finally leaving you be settling in. If he kept his word and didn’t bully you anymore, then even the thought of fucking him didn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth. He was handsome (unfortunately), and he was good enough in bed that you would choose him over your toys. Maybe if he shut his mouth, you could even imagine he was someone else—
Your keys were dangled in your face, jingling quickly. You blinked, looking up to meet Naoya’s confident gaze.
“Well? What’s it gonna be, pretty girl?”
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“Oh fuck… t-touch my clit, please—”
Naoya groaned behind you, but not in the way he had been for the past ten minutes.
“God, seriously? Why can’t you just do it yourself? I’m kinda busy here.” You huffed, looking over your shoulder and glaring back at him.
“Naoya, I will leave this apartment and never fuck you again if you don’t put in a little more effort here.” Naoya rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated groan.
“God. Fine, but don’t complain about being sore later.”
“Fine, whatever, just touch me already.”
You could hear Naoya huff behind you—whether it was in a humorous or annoyed way, you couldn’t tell—his chest pressing against your back, his arm curling around you. He palmed your mound, squeezing the excess flesh before slipping his fingers between your chubby lips, targeting your clit. You mewled at the added pressure, arching your back further, pushing your ass back into his hips. He chuckled behind you, tucking his chin into your neck.
“There she is. There’s the sweet girl I know.”
“Just shut up and make me cum.”
“Yeah, yeah, quit whining. I’ve got ya.” His hips shifted forward before he pulled them back, thrusting back into you. You whined at the newfound pace, lowering yourself to your elbows so you could push yourself back into him easier. The friction on your clit felt wonderful, as well as the constant rubbing against your g-spot, your climax growing with each passing moment.
You hated to admit it, but you actually enjoyed having sex with Naoya. Obviously he was still the same asshole as before, but god damn it, he sure knew how to curl his hips to hit that delicious spot deep inside you. He had actually kept his promise the past month as well, avoiding any and all harsh words that he carelessly hurled at you in the past. Sometimes, in the throughs of your orgasm and blinding passion, you actually felt content with this whole stupid arrangement. That is, you were until Naoya opened his big fat mouth again.
“Gonna cum, princess? Hm? Gonna cream all over Daddy’s cock?” You made a disgusted sound.
“Oh Lord, don’t fucking—shit—c-call yourself that.”
“Aww, you don’t like it? But you clenched down on me and everything.” He nibbled at your ear, his free hand finding your breast and squeezing, tugging your hardened nipple. “I think your pretty pussy likes when I call myself ‘Daddy’. At least she doesn’t lie to me.”
“God, just—just shut—o-oh my God, I… I’m gonna c-cum—”
“Fuck, yeah you are. Gonna cum with ya, baby.” His finger quickened, rubbing back and forth incessantly, trying his best to make you cum first. “Say my name, fucking scream it. Let everybody know who’s making you feel this good.”
You liked his dirty talk the least out of all of this, but it still did the trick to push you over the edge. His words made your cunt throb, and soon enough you were cumming around him, his name coming out as a strangled moan. His groans only heightened your pleasure, and the resulting increase in his speed left you breathless, your mouth hanging open in a soundless scream as he pounded away at your fragile cunt. He didn’t last much longer: not even ten seconds later he was cumming himself, biting onto the back of your neck. You would have to scold him later for leaving a mark.
Despite just cumming, Naoya still managed to pump his cock into you languidly, riding out his high and extending yours. He pushed his cock as deep as it would go, wishing he could feel his cum seeping further into you instead of filling the condom he wore. He kept his hips flush against yours as the two of you caught your breath, his hands wandering over your frame, squeezing the plush of your breasts and sides.
It wasn’t long before he removed himself from you, sitting up and grabbing your hips, pulling out. He sighed, watching a glob of thick white lubrication drip out of you, biting back a groan. He allowed himself, for a moment, to imagine that it was his own cum instead, overflowing your tight cunt, unable to stay inside. He didn’t think about this for long—the last thing he wanted was for his cock to twitch back to life. Instead, he plopped down on the bed beside you with a loud exhale, rolling off his condom before tossing it in the trash.
He turned to you when you moaned softly, finally lowering your hips to the bed and stretching out. He let his eyes wander over your curves, the dip in your back and the swell of your ass. You pulled a pillow to your chest, cuddling it underneath you and relaxing with a loud sigh. He hated to admit it, but you looked pretty cute with your chubby cheek smushed against his pillow, your hair disheveled and skin glowing with sweat. You opened your eye just a bit, your gaze immediately falling on him. He felt his skin burn when you pulled your arm out from under you, reaching out to him and patting the bed. He swallowed hard, eyes darting over you.
“What?... You wanna cuddle or something?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes before pointing past him.
“Gimme my phone.” Naoya flushed, reaching for your phone on his nightstand.
“Use your words next time. Can’t read your mind.”
“Well, you should by this point.” The corner of his lip twitched as he brought his hands behind his head, clasping them together before lying back down. He stared at the ceiling, hearing the gentle thumping of your thumbs tapping against your phone. He wondered if he should grab his own phone, distract himself for a while before you eventually left him. Should he try to cuddle you anyways? It would be easy to wrap his arms around you and keep you snug against him until he was satisfied or had drifted off to sleep. It’s not like you would complain for that long: eventually you would just huff and let him do whatever he pleased as long as he didn’t interrupt whatever you were doing on your phone—
“Oi,” you grunted as you shuffled closer to him, resting your cheek against his chest. “I’m gonna take a shower before I go.” Naoya furrowed his brow.
“Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’? I’m not waddling back home with pussy juice dripping down my legs.” He hummed, his arm wrapping around you, large hand resting against your back.
“Why not? I think it would be a good look for you.” You slapped his chest playfully, earning a chuckle as you pushed down the urge to smile. He wrapped his other arm around you once he settled down again, smirking knowingly at you. “You know what I think? I think you just wanna shower here because you like my expensive body wash.” You kept silent, tucking your face into his chest, trying to hide your suspicious look as he started laughing again. “I knew it—”
“To be fair,” you started, holding up your index finger, “it smells really good.”
“Ah, so you think I smell good.”
“Noo, I think your body wash smells good. Those are two totally different things.” The two of you were both snickering now, smiles bright and apparent. It was always like this during the afterglow of your hookups: regardless if either of you had an attitude before the encounter, it would dissipate during the event and leave the two of you as sweet as honey. You’d seen parts of Naoya after sex that you didn’t even know existed. In all honesty, it was refreshing. The more you learned, the less you hated him. Still didn't make him a good person, but he was much more tolerable now, even nice at times.
“Hmm, I guess I’ll let you shower, but only if I can join.” You groaned, rolling off of him and scooting towards the edge of the bed.
“You just wanna join so you can fuck me again.”
“And what’s so wrong with that?” he asked, following you to the bathroom, turning on the shower fan while you went to the faucet.
“I’ll let you join, but no funny business.”
“No funny business? None at all? What exactly does ‘funny business’ entail?” You felt his arms snake around your waist as you waited for the water to heat up, testing the temperature with your hand.
“It includes fucking, touching, groping—”
“I can’t even touch you?” he guffawed, pulling you tighter against him, pressing his cheek to your shoulder. “And here I was gonna offer to wash your back for you, be a real gentleman.” You snorted, letting out a howl of laughter.
“Please! You? A gentleman? Never gonna happen.” You stepped into the shower, presumably ending the conversation, but you kept the curtain open for him.
“Rude,” he replied, following after you. “I’m such a gentleman—”
“Mm-hm. Just not with me, right?”
“What’re you talkin about?” he cooed, watching you move under the stream, water trickling over your breasts. “I’m always a gentleman with you. I always get you nice and wet before I fuck you stupid.”
“Ooooh, okay, so a gentleman just does the basics to maintain a relationship. I get it now.” Naoya’s face flushed, heart skipping a beat as he stepped closer to you, meeting you under the shower head.
“Now who said we were in a relationship? You trynna tell me somethin, princess?” He hated how you rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, grabbing his loofah and body wash.
“Don’t get your hopes up. We have a sexual relationship, Naoya, nothing more.”
“You don’t gotta tell me twice,” he replied quickly, grabbing the loofah from you once it was covered in bubbles. “As if I’d ever want to be stuck with you.”
“Mm-hm. You gonna wash my back like you promised or what?”
He sighed, stepping towards you again. His eyes roamed your back as he brought the soap to your skin, rubbing it gently over your frame, pushing down the heavy feeling in his chest. He must just be thirsty. He couldn’t find any other explanation for the lump in his throat.
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“What’re you smiling at?”
A hand clapped on Naoya’s back, causing him to lurch forward slightly. He glared at the man laughing beside him, turning off his phone when his second friend popped up beside them.
“Yeah, what’s got you so cheery lately? You finally find some poor girl to date you or somethin?”
“As if,” Naoya grumbled, shaking off the first guy and shoving his phone back in his pocket. “I’m not easy like you two. I don’t date just anyone.”
“Asshole,” the first man snickered, elbowing Naoya, making him shove he man back. “You can’t lie to us. You spent the entire class texting. It had to have been some cutie because ain’t no way in hell you’re texting a guy all day. What’s her name?”
“None of your business,” Naoya barked, kicking the door open and walking out of the building, the two men trailing behind as they made their way to the parking lot.
“So it is a girl!” exclaimed the second man, bouncing up to Naoya’s side. “Is she hot? I bet she is; your standards are too high. What’s she like in bed?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Naoya sneered, swallowing the venomous bile building in the back of his throat. “I don’t fuck and tell—”
The two other men laughed loudly, obnoxiously, clearly not believing Naoya’s statement. His face burned as he stomped ahead of them, pulling his keys out of his pocket.
“Oh my god, you do like her!”
“When did this happen? You always talk about the girls you have sex with!”
“She must be pretty special for you to keep secrets about her—”
“Alright, enough.” Naoya snarled, unlocking his car and opening the door, throwing his bookbag in the passenger’s seat. “Since all you two wanna do is bother me, I won’t bother driving you back to your dorms.”
“Aw, come on, man! We were just playin’—”
“Don’t care. I’m not gonna deal with yall harpin’ on me about stupid shit while I drive.” The second man sucked his teeth, kicking at the concrete.
“Maaan, don’t do me like that! It’s like a mile back to my room, I’m tired—”
“Oh yeah?” Naoya replied, opening the driver’s door and smirking at his friends. “Sucks for you. Maybe you should mind your business next time.” He dipped into his car, shutting the door behind him and locking it immediately. He heard one friend try to open the backseat as he buckled himself in, turning the key in the ignition as the other knocked on his window. Naoya rolled his window down, smirking as his friend leaned down against the frame.
“I just want you to know, the next time I see this car, I’m slashing your tires.” Naoya scoffed, patting his friend on the shoulder.
“If you do that, I’ll sue your ass.” The man rolled his eyes, standing back up and moving out of the way as Naoya backed out of his parking space. The three exchanged middle fingers as he drove away, rolling up his tinted window as he left the parking lot and drove off campus.
“Buncha assholes,” he grumbled, slouching in his seat and resting his cheek against his fist. “Don’t know shit.”
He thought back to the management class he just left, one that he didn’t bother paying attention to because he already knew all the material and didn’t see the point in relearning it. You had texted him out of the blue, asking if he was busy later. After a bit of teasing, he finally got you to admit that you were horny and didn’t want to take care of things yourself, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit elated that you came to him now whenever you were needy. At first it was just him approaching you, which he was fine with, but now that the two of you were nearing the end of ten weeks of this “friends with benefits” relationship, you had finally gotten comfortable going to him whenever you wanted sex. Took her long enough, he had thought the first time, but he couldn’t deny the fluttering that had developed in his chest whenever your contact popped up without warning.
What’s more is that it wasn’t even always for sex. Sometimes you texted to ask him a question, maybe offer something that you cooked and made too much of. He pretended like he was neutral towards your innocent advances, but he secretly loved when you made three dozen cookies and gave him a plastic bag filled to the brim. No girl had ever done that for him before: he wasn’t exactly “nice” to women, so he wasn’t used to random acts of kindness like that. It was always in exchange for something, whether it be money or gifts or improved social standing. It was never unprompted where nothing was asked for in return, so he didn’t know how to handle it when you started showing this softer side to him.
He tried convincing himself that it didn’t mean anything, that you were just being nice because it was in your nature—he knew that you took food to work as well, even gave some to other neighbors, so it’s not like he was exactly special—but he silently hoped that he meant more to you than your other coworkers or friends. Was that normal? Was it normal to want to be wanted? He wasn’t sure. He was used to people chasing him, but the thought of chasing someone else felt silly and beneath him. But when it came to you… Well, maybe he could push those feelings aside.
His mind wandered further as he parked outside his apartment and left his car, briefly wondering if you’d be a good girlfriend. He already knew you had a great pussy, so sex wouldn’t be a problem, but your attitude could ruin things. You weren’t as submissive outside of the bedroom, and you were a stubborn ass, so he doubted you would be willing to drop everything to be his stay-at-home wife. But who knows? Maybe if he fucked you hard enough, he could convince you to be a good girl and do what he asked of you.
“Well well well. I was wonderin’ when you’d show up.”
Naoya froze, looking up at the man who had spoken to him, his stomach dropping when he instantly recognized who it was.
“What’re you doing here?”
Toji chuckled, taking one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground, stomping it out with the toe of his boot. He was wearing the usual raggedy clothes he had—a fitted black t-shirt with paint-splattered camo pants—but he also had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, which was never a good sign.
“Good to see you too, man. How ya been? You weren’t answering your phone.”
“Yeah, that’s because I blocked you,” Naoya sneered, pulling out his wallet to get the keycard for his building.
“How rude. I expected better of you.”
“You never answered my question. Why are you here?”
“Chill out, dude. I’m just in town on business. Thought I’d visit ya.” Naoya scoffed as he unlocked the door, swinging it open.
“Cool, well, it’s been a great visit but I have shit to do—"
The door stopped before it could close, causing Naoya to glare back at Toji who had blocked it with his large foot.
“You’re not gonna invite me up? Been waitin out here for almost half an hour. The least you could do is offer me some water or somethin.”
“The last time I let you into my apartment, you wouldn’t leave for two months—”
“And who says I’m here to stay? I told you, I’m visiting.” Naoya sneered, tugging on the door again just to find that it wouldn’t budge.
“I don’t trust you.” Toji hummed, eyes narrowing menacingly.
“I wonder how uncle Naobito would react to hearing about how his favorite son has lost all his manners.” Naoya tensed, eyes widening slightly before his brow furrowed, searching his face. Toji had a good three inches on Naoya—something he always gloated about once Naoya was out of high school—so he was quite the intimidating figure. That, and the threat of his cousin snitching to his dad about his behavior, made Naoya huff angrily and let go of the door, turning quickly.
“You’ve got twenty minutes; then I want you gone.” Toji snickered, following Naoya up the stairs.
“I was actually gonna talk to you about that—”
“You’re not staying—”
“I was gonna offer some money.”
Naoya paused on the second floor, glancing back at his cousin who was smirking up at him on the stairs, his scar so apparent that it ruined his smile.
“…How much?” Toji shrugged.
“I was thinking ‘bout ten percent of what I earn while I’m here.” Naoya’s eye’s narrowed.
“Fifty percent.”
“Fifteen—”
“Thirty—”
“Twenty-five, and—” Toji walked up a few steps so he was level with Naoya, “I get to eat your food without you complaining.” Naoya tapped his finger against the railing, glancing to the side before looking back at him.
“For how long?” Toji shrugged again.
“No longer than two weeks. Probably closer to one.”
“Cash?”
“Cash.”
“Alright,” Naoya agreed, holding out his hand and letting Toji shake it, “but if you stay longer than two weeks, I’m bumping it up to thirty.”
“Deal.” Toji pat his shoulder roughly, continuing up the stairs. “Now hurry up and show me this fancy apartment of yours. I got tools in this bag; I wanna put it down.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Naoya grumbled, hurrying past him and up the stairs. “Just don’t touch anything—”
He froze once he reached his floor, eyes locked on you. You were leaning against the wall by his apartment, fiddling with your phone, a small box resting underneath your arm. Shit, he’d completely forgotten about you once he saw Toji. How was he going to explain—
“Hey,” Toji mumbled, nudging his cousin as he reached the same floor. “This your floor or not?”
“Uh… yeah… it is.”
“Well, then, let’s go.”
You checked your messages one more time, frowning when you saw that Naoya hadn’t even read your message. Did he stay behind and just forget to text you? Was he stuck in traffic? You hadn’t been waiting long, but you were too proud to stand outside a man’s door for longer than five minutes—
“Can I help you?” You looked up, your lip twitching when you saw Naoya approaching you, but your mouth soon turned downward when you saw the look on his face. Did something happen on the way home? Had someone cut him off?
“Uh, I—”
“Who’s this?” came a deep voice behind him. You looked past Naoya, eyes widening when you saw the large, towering figure come forward. Your eyes traveled from his dark hair and eyes to his broad chest, muscles bulging so much that you wondered how his shirt stayed intact. You forced yourself not to look too far down, fearing that you’d be able to see something large and thick pressing against his pants and that you wouldn’t be able to peel your eyes away. You looked back at his face, biting your lip when you saw the hungry smirk he gave you. “You Naoya’s girlfriend or something?”
“Hell no,” Naoya huffed, digging in his pockets for his keys. “She’s my annoying neighbor.” You blinked, clearly shrinking in on yourself as you processed the disgusted tone he had just used. You cleared your throat, turning back to the larger man.
“I’m sorry, um… wh-who are you?” His smirk grew as he outstretched his hand to you. Your eyes almost doubled in size when you saw how large his hand was. It could’ve easily covered your entire face.
“I’m Toji, Naoya’s older cousin. I doubt you’ve heard of me. What’s your name, gorgeous?” You shook your head slightly in shock, stopping yourself from imagining how those hands would feel on your body. You coughed slightly as you took his hand, giving a nervous smile as he shook your hand firmly.
“Um, m-my name's Y/N.”
“Y/N. Pretty,” he said with a suave smile. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” You felt your heart flutter as you giggled shyly, but that feeling disappeared when Naoya scoffed, finally unlocking the door. You stared at his back as he walked inside, your heart sinking so low that you felt sick. Toji hummed beside you, moving into your line of sight and leaning against the doorframe. “Anything we can help you with, Miss Y/N?”
“Um…” You took a step back, looking down at the box you were holding, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse that wouldn’t make you look like a fool. “I… I made brownies, but I ended up with too many… I was gonna try and be nice and offer some to my neighbors… but clearly someone doesn’t want any because I’m annoying so I’ll just go ask—”
“Can I have one?” You paused, glancing up at him anxiously.
“Uhh… sure! Of course.” You removed the plastic lid on the box, holding it out in front of you so Toji could grab one. The brownie he picked looked small in his hand, and the bite he took got rid of almost half the baked good already. He furrowed his brow as he chewed, nodding and giving a soft moan.
“Hot damn… that’s fucking good.” He took another bite, the brownie almost gone. “You made this yourself? Like all of it was homemade?” You nodded eagerly, smiling when he whistled low and finished off the brownie.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible. That’s fucking awesome. The chocolate chips are a nice touch.” Your cheeks burned when he made eye contact with you, not breaking it as he licked the leftover chocolate off his fingers. You looked down, biting your lip to try and hide your smile.
“Well, thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”
“It’s the truth, sweetheart. I’d kill for another one of those.”
“Really?” Naoya heard you ask excitedly as he returned to the door. He scowled as he glanced past Toji to get a peek at you, his stomach twisting uncomfortably when he saw how gleeful you looked up at him. You’d never given Naoya that look before, and it just made him angrier to see it directed at his useless older cousin.
“Hell yeah. Haven’t had good home cooking like that in a long time. Miss it.”
“Oh, well… you can have the rest if you want.” Naoya bit his cheek to stifle his anger, fingers digging into his biceps.
“Oh shit, really? You don’t mind?”
“No, not at all! Like I said, I made plenty, so…”
“Well, what kind of man would I be if I rejected a pretty lady’s homemade food?” Naoya scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Have fun fattening yourself up into a pig like her—ow!” Naoya rubbed his arm where Toji had punched him, glaring at him but immediately shrinking under the bigger man’s gaze.
“Shut your mouth. Be useful and take my bag inside,” he scolded, slipping the duffel bag off his shoulder and handing it to Naoya. He frowned but took the bag regardless, stifling a grunt when it almost weighed him down to the floor. He cursed himself for letting his cousin treat him like a servant as he took the bag into the living room, continuing to listen in on Toji’s conversation with you. “Sorry about him. He’s a real ass sometimes.”
“It’s okay. I’m used to it by now.”
“Poor thing. Must be a nightmare living next to him.” Naoya glowered when he heard your giggle ring like windchimes.
“It is what it is. I’ll live.”
“Well, hopefully he doesn’t bother you too much. Anyways, is there any way I can repay you for the brownies? I’m a bit of a handyman, to be honest. If you’ve got a leaky faucet, a squeaky chair, any holes that need to be filled, I’m your guy.” Naoya curled his hands into fists, glaring down at the couch as he set Toji’s ridiculously heavy bag down. Those brownies were supposed to be for him, and now Toji was getting them as well as flirting up a storm with you. It made Naoya see red… but he didn’t know why. It’s not like the two of you were dating, and it’s not like you were particularly special in any way, so why was he so mad at this situation?
“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t have any problems with my apartment right now.”
“Hm. Well, lemme give you my number just in case. That way, if anything happens while I’m in town, I’ll fix it up for free. How’s that sound?”
“Oh, well, thank you! That’s very kind of you. Here…” Naoya heard the faint sound of thumbs tapping away at a phone screen as he returned to the front door.
“There. Don’t hesitate to text me if you need anything, anything at all.”
“Sure, of course.” Naoya’s heart began to race when you gazed past Toji to look at him, your sweet smile faltering slightly. You cleared your throat, glancing downward before looking back at Toji. “Well, it was nice to meet you but I have to go. I got some chores to do.”
“Sure, sweetheart. It was a pleasure to meet you, and…” Toji brought his hand up to you, cupping your chin and tilting your head up so you were looking right at him. He leaned down just a bit, lowering his voice, causing Naoya to struggle to hear him continue, “promise me you’ll text me if you need anything.” Naoya saw how you bat your eyelashes and swallowed, nodding as best you could.
“I-I promise.” Toji let out a soft laugh, bringing his hand to your cheek and giving it a gentle pat.
“Good girl. You have a good day, okay?”
“M-Mm-hm!” Toji let go of you and you stepped back clearly flustered as you gave a small wave. “Bye,” you said softly, turning quickly and flittering away. Toji leaned out the doorway to watch you, eyes trailing your form as he smirked slightly.
“Take a picture,” Naoya snarled, his anger clearly evident in his tone. “It’ll last longer.”
“She’s cute,” Toji replied, ignoring Naoya’s snarky remark.
“She’s a slut.”
“Hmm… how would you know?” Toji asked, sending Naoya a questioning stare, silently challenging him to admit to everything he’d been doing with you over the past three months. Naoya just crossed his arms, turning away and praying his cousin couldn’t see how flushed he was. Toji scoffed, moving into the apartment and shutting the door behind him.
“Here,” Toji mumbled, holding up a brownie for Naoya to take. He smiled when his younger cousin took it after a moment of hesitation, ruffling his hair and walking away before Naoya could hit him. “Have a pity brownie, since you’re clearly pining for the girl next door.”
“Am not,” he barked after Toji, pouting a bit when the man brushed him off, placing the brownies on the couch and walking off to the bathroom. Naoya glared at his back till he was gone, sighing and looking down at the dessert you had made that was supposed to be for him in the first place. He inspected it for a moment, examining the cakey treat before he brought it gingerly to his lips and took a bite.
“Damn it,” he mumbled as he chewed slowly, savoring the fudginess and dark chocolate flavor. It was a bit sweet for his taste, but he could’ve easily eaten five more in one sitting. The chocolate chips were a nice touch, just like Toji said.
As he swallowed his first bite and took another, Naoya wished he could’ve told you that himself.
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Hello, my request is for Niragi ✨ Y/N was popular in high school and always protect him when he was bully. When they saw each other in Bordeland, she saw how much he changed and keep her distance from him (which he hates), and she have an attitude that make one of the militants wants to attack her but Niragi protect her like she did with him bc he would never admit her but she's his only weakness
Yessss I’ve actually been wanting to write something for Niragi that sounds very similar so I’m glad you requested this! Thanks so much! 💕
You’re Everything You Once Hated | Suguru Niragi
PART 1 | PART 2
{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}
Character(s): Niragi (ft. The guys that bullied Niragi, Ann, Hatter, OC’s)
Summary: You and Niragi were best friends in high school. When you arrive in the Borderlands, you notice he’s not the person he used to be, causing you to avoid him. But unfortunately, he’s not happy about it.
Warnings: swearing, bullying, smoking, drinking, violence, threatening, bullet wounds, implications of sexual assault
Word Count: 7.1k
*reader is female
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4 Years Earlier…
The young boy grunted out in pain, having been hit with another rock right between his eyes. This one managed to crack his glasses, making his vision go all distorted.
His classmates around him roared with laughter. His heart filled with both anger and sorrow, wanting nothing more than to dissolve into the wind and out of his current situation.
“Aww, little Niragi has become quiet. Where’s those sarcastic remarks from earlier, they seemed to have left you,” his attacker mocked, adding a mean tone to his voice.
Just the usual. ‘Maybe they might end their target practice with me earlier today,’ he hoped.
He had grown used to it. He now expected to be dragged under the bridge each day on his way home from high school, being pushed around and roughed up. It’s not like he could’ve defended himself anyway. It was six guys against one, he never had a chance.
A short jab to the back of his neck broke him out of his thoughts. He groaned and doubled over, feeling as he was going to throw up. “Come on Niragi, fight back! It’s no fun when you just stand there,” the blonde student complained, striding over to the weakened boy. He gave him a quick kick to his side, making him fall on his hip harshly.
“Fuck off,” Niragi groaned under his breath, half hoping his tormentor didn’t hear it. But unfortunately, the small remark reached his ears.
“What was that? Did you just try to defend yourself? You’re going to have to use a lot more than just a few words you fucking loner,” the boy poked, giving Niragi another harsh kick to his stomach, making him become winded and choke on air.
He laid there taking their harsh words and hearing their mocking laughter ring in his ears. What did he ever do to deserve that?
“Hey Haru!”
The blonde turned his attention from his target to the direction of the voice that called his name. There you stood, by yourself with no one else. You obviously didn’t think the situation through before throwing yourself into it. You remained near the stairs that led down to below the bridge, holding something behind your back, but Haru seemed to not notice it.
Your heart skipped a beat when the group of high school boys all locked eyes with you, confused about what you were doing interrupting them.
“The fuck do you want Y/N?” the blonde, Haru, asked you in an annoyed tone.
You gulped before answering him, trying to sound as threatening as you could without your voice cracking. “Let him go! He’s done nothing to you, why are you giving him a hard time?” you spat at him, taking a few brave steps closer to the scene in front of you.
Niragi slightly lifted himself off the ground to look over at you. He recognized you from his social studies class. You both sat together at the back, and he always thought you were too nice for your own good.
Niragi sat up and shook his head, trying to warn you to stop what you were doing. He didn’t want to drag you into his own problems. He would’ve felt awful if you happened to get hurt while trying to help him.
Haru rolled his eyes and groaned at you. “Why are you getting involved? This is none of your business,” he retorted, walking closer to you with the baseball bat in hand. You watched with fearful eyes as he swung the bat around, obviously to threaten you.
Your heart quickened and you felt it pound against your ribcage dramatically. As Haru got closer and closer, you stood your ground bravely, still holding your hand behind your back to hide your weapon from him. You weren’t stupid enough to get yourself involved without having some kind of way to defend yourself.
“Well? Are you going to answer me or just stand and shake like the pathetic girl you are?” Haru tormented, a confident smirk growing across his face.
His comment made your blood boil. “Do you have a saviour complex or something? Why did you think you could help this son of a bitch?” he pressed, gesturing towards Niragi who was slowly rising to his feet with a worried expression on his face.
That was it. He was getting far too close to you for your own liking, so you decided that comment was the final straw. You rushed towards him and pulled out the large can of pepper spray from behind your back, aiming directly at his smug face.
He cried out in pain the moment the spray hit his eyes, dropping the baseball bat and covering his face with his hands. He tried desperately to rub the stinging liquid out of his eye with his school blazer sleeves, but it wasn’t worth the effort as it only made it worse.
You moved quickly and picked up the bat that he dropped, running past him towards the other boys that were still gathered around Niragi. They all held shocked expressions on their faces.
“You want some too?” you bluntly asked, thrusting the pepper spray towards them. They all flinched and stumbled to get away. You smiled, feeling empowered.
Haru and the others ran, thinking that beating up Niragi wasn’t worth being blinded for.
You turned towards the bloodied boy standing against the wall looking at you in shock. You glanced at him, giving him a friendly smile. He returned it.
After that, you two became inseparable for the rest of your high school days, spending every waking moment together. With your tough attitude and Niragi’s shy demeanour, you were a strange friendship to have been made. You thought you would always stay together, until one day Niragi went missing.
You never guessed where he may have ended up, until you were sent there yourself a few years later.
*************
You breathed in a huge gulp of oxygen as the black bag was harshly pulled off your head. You tried to wiggle your hands to shield your eyes from the blinding sunlight seeping through the windows but struggled as you saw that your hands were tied to the armrests on either side of you. You groaned in frustration.
As the curtains closed so you could see probably, you saw a young woman with short black hair dressed in blue shorts and a white button up that was tied at the waist. “Sorry,” she began. “I forgot to close that before removing the bag.”
You looked around at your surroundings. You noticed that there were several more people in the room. The room was large, stretching down further until it came to a stop at the end where a large wall stood, conveying a huge spray painting across it that consisted of every card from a deck of cards. Some were crossed out, while a few number cards and all face cards remained untouched.
You whipped your head around, feeling restless from the number of eyes staring at you. You don’t remember how you got into this situation. All you remember is walking to a large light in the distance from your position on a bridge, being curious as to how it seemed to be the only building with electricity. Before you knew it, someone had grabbed you by the shoulders and shoved something over your head, making your vision go black and suddenly passing out.
You moaned in pain as you felt the back of your head throbbed, probably from when they punched you to knock you out.
“What’s going on?” you asked, struggling in your restraints more, trying to break free. An older man with glasses scolded you. “Stay still, Hatter will be here soon.”
Just as he promised, two large doors on your left burst open, revealing a man with a long decorative robe and dark glasses on. He had two other men beside him, both holding revolver guns.
“Ah! A newcomer!” he exclaimed excitedly, taking a big sip from his drink.
You froze, watching as he strides into the room further, making himself comfortable on a table in the centre of the room.
“A few of my militants tell me they found you sneaking around nearby The Beach,” he accused, pointing his finger at you.
You stared at him; confusion written all over your face. Militants? The Beach? What was he talking about?
After you didn’t answer him for a moment, he let out a big sigh and jumped off the table onto his feet, beginning to talk himself.
He explained the current situation to you. About how the dynamic at The Beach worked, and that considering the number of high-level cards you had on your person, you seemed to be the perfect candidate to add to the ranks of everyone there.
“And remember, death to the traitors,” he said, spite filling his tone. He had listed off the three main rules to you, each one adding more dread for you.
“Okay, all good. But I just want to say. If you want people to help you collect cards, kidnapping them isn’t the best idea. If it hasn’t hit you yet, that would make people want to help you less,” you smartly said, trying to stop your lips pulling up into a smirk.
All the heads in the room turned to Hatter. No one has ever questioned his motives to his face before, especially a newcomer.
Except, he didn’t get angry like everyone expected. Instead, he chuckled and held his drink out towards you. “Cheers to that, I guess. Have fun!”
************
The Beach was a lot more crowded than you expected. Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you walked down to the bottom floor to the pool. People were everywhere; dancing, swimming, drinking, talking, smoking. It honestly couldn’t have been more chaotic than it already was.
You spent most of the remainder of the day becoming familiar with the layout of the hotel. You found the room that you had been assigned to. You managed to score a room that was a little above average. Hatter decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and gift you a higher number due to your high number cards. He thought it was only fair.
You were sitting at a table nearby the bar. The sun had gone down but the party continued on through the chilly night air. You shivered, not being used to being dressed in a bathing suit twenty-four seven. You were annoyed that you weren’t even allowed to wear some sweatpants to bring you some kind of warmth. You guessed you would just have to grow used to feeling the cold on your skin.
The warm beverage slipped down your throat, bringing you at least a little bit of comfort. You had made yourself a coffee inside, not in the mood for alcohol just yet. You honestly didn’t like drinking without having anyone you trusted around you, just in case something was to happen.
You looked around the area, taking in everyone’s faces to see if anyone appeared friendly enough to be nice to you. You needed to make some allies before the next game, otherwise you would be the first they would sacrifice.
As you scanned the crowd, your gaze landed on a particular male, who was sitting in a more done up booth nearby the pool. He was wearing a black and white checkered shirt with black skinny jeans. He had several piercings in his face, making him seem more threatening.
You squinted your eyes. Why did he look so familiar? You swore you’ve seen him before.
You kept your gaze locked on him, watching as he communicated with the people sitting near him. You noticed that a huge sniper rifle was tucked behind him. He must have been a high-ranking militant, being able to carry a weapon like that around.
He suddenly flung his head back and let out a roar of laughter at something the guy next to him had said. You froze in your spot.
You could recognize that laugh anywhere. That loud, obnoxious laugh that used to come from your old friend Niragi from high school. Your best friend that randomly disappeared.
You blinked a few times before looking back at him. His facial features did match and the way he smiled seemed way too familiar to not be him.
How could he be here? Is this where he disappeared to a couple of years ago?
Your heart filled with joy and a wide grinned grew on your face. That had to be Niragi! Who else would it be?
You quickly stood to your feet, almost tripping on your chair in the process and began making your way towards his position.
Although, as you did so, another man approached him from behind, leaning over the seat and tapping his shoulder. Niragi turned with an angered scowl on his face, but it turned to a smirk once he heard what the man had to tell him.
You stopped in your tracks and watched as he leaped over the backrest of the couch suddenly, following the man with his rifle slung over his shoulders. They were headed to the door that led inside, so you quickly followed, wanting to reunite with your old friend from so long ago.
“Niragi!” you yelled out happily, trying to get his attention. A few heads turned at your voice around you, but he didn’t manage to hear you over the sound of the music blaring through the speakers.
“Niragi!” you tried again, but this time you were blocked by a few people in your way. A small crowd gathered in front of you, not noticing you trying to get past.
Niragi turned his head at the mention of his name but couldn’t see anyone calling his attention. He shrugged it off and kept following the man. He had told him that a young guy was causing some trouble inside one of the halls, so he was going to take care of it.
As you finally managed to force yourself through the small crowd that interrupted your path, you saw the Niragi and the man had already made it inside. You ran straight after them. You were feeling ecstatic, ready to throw your arms around him and give him the biggest hug ever to make up for all the days you’ve been apart.
As you quickly made your way inside, you caught a glance of his checkered shirt turning the corner a bit ahead of you. You moved your legs as quick as you could, trying to catch up.
You turned the corner, about to yell out to him again, but your voice got caught in your throat when the sight in front of you met your eyes.
“You really thought you could get away with this?!”
Niragi had a young boy pinned to the ground, pressing his boot against his upper back and shoving the barrel of his rifle against his skull violently. The boy below him was crying and begging for his mercy.
You had a small flashback to high school, when you saw Niragi’s main bully Haru shoving a baseball bat against the back of his head, him lying on the ground battered and bloodied.
It was the exact same scene. Only this time, Niragi was the tormentor himself.
“Niragi, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!” he cried desperately, clawing at the floor trying to get away.
Niragi lifted his other boot and stamped it down roughly onto the boy’s hand. You covered your mouth as you heard a few bones crack.
He leaned down closer to the boy’s face and lifted his head up his hair, making him whimper in pain. “If I ever see you stealing from one of the executives again, this rifle will go down your throat and I won’t hesitate to blow the back of your skull out,” he hissed, sticking out his tongue and revealing the ball piercing he had.
The boy nodded, leaning away from Niragi as best as he could.
The man who led Niragi to the scene tapped him on the shoulder. “Alright that’s enough. You don’t want to give him PTSD,” he said calmly.
Niragi let out an annoyed groan. “But I was just getting started with him!” he whined, letting the boy out from under his boot and watching as he scuttled away like a bug.
You couldn’t move. You stayed put as the boy pushed past you, accidentally smacking into your shoulder in the process. Your eyes remained wide, staring at the tall man with fear written across your face.
This was not the Niragi you knew. It was not the Niragi you defended from those bullies. This was not the Niragi that used to be your closest friend, possessing a shy and timid personality. No, that Niragi was dead now. This was a devil standing in front of you. Nothing but a violent jerk that struck fear in anyone that he came across. What happened to him?
Unfortunately, you took a little too long to gather your thoughts and before you knew it, a rough grip was on your shoulders shaking you out of your daydream. You flinched in a panic as you saw Niragi’s angered face appear in front of yours.
“What are you looking at? You want some too?” he growled, shoving the barrel of his gun against your temple. You froze, staring into his dark, evil eyes, not knowing what to do.
You watched in confusion as his hard and angry facial features softened, rage turning into surprise, and even concern.
“Oh my god,” he whispered, taking his hands off your shoulders and backing a way a bit in shock. You kept your eyes on him. You wanted nothing but for him to recognize you a few minutes before, but now you weren’t so sure.
“Y/N?!” he exclaimed suddenly, causing you to jump as his tone. A large smile grew on his face, only you viewed it as nothing but sinister and evil.
“Oh my god Y/N! Since when did you get here?!” he asked excitedly. He quickly moved towards you again and held his arms out to give you a hug, but you backed away and shook your head, making him frown.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize me? It’s me! Niragi! Your best friend!”
You shook your head again, trying to get the message across that you didn’t want him near you. “Sorry Niragi,” you mumbled, trying hard to keep your tears in.
You quickly darted around the corner, making your way to the staircase to run to your room. You felt overwhelmed. After everything that happened today, finding out that your closest friend was now a murderer was the last thing you needed.
Your stomach dropped as you heard heavy footsteps following closely behind you.
“Wait Y/N! Please let me explain!” he tried to stop you, but you weren’t going to give him any time after that performance with the young boy.
“Piss off Niragi!” you yelled, climbing the stairs as fast as you could, trying to get away from him.
You turned onto the floor that your room was located on, sprinting down the hallway. You glanced back over your shoulder to see that Niragi wasn’t that far behind you. He had dropped his rifle, now trying to catch up to you empty handed.
You quickly busted through your door and immediately pressed your entire body weight on it. You silently cursed Hatter for not letting you have locks.
You heard him arrive in front of it, immediately trying to open it, but you stood your ground. He may have been tall, but there was nothing but skin and bones on him. He had no muscles to help him push through.
You held the door shut with your leg and reached for a chair to put against the handle so we wouldn’t be able to open it. You managed to secure it underneath the handle and stood back, watching as Niragi tried to open it again, but failing.
“Y/N please just let me in! Let me explain! I didn’t mean for you to see that!” he cried. You almost felt guilty, hearing as he started tearing up behind the door while still attempting to let himself in.
“Please Y/N! Let me in! I missed you!”
You covered your ears with your hands. You didn’t want to listen to his pleas, it would do nothing but make you feel bad for him.
That wasn’t Niragi outside your door, that was a cold-blooded killer that you wanted nothing to do with.
**************
The next few days you spend on alert around The Beach, looking around every corner for Niragi. As much as you’ve missed him the past few years, that event that occurred with the young boy obviously showed that he was no longer the nice and caring friend that you used to have. If anything, he now has become what he hated most in his high school days, a selfish and careless bully.
Who wants to be associated with someone like that? Not you.
Although even though you managed to avoid him in person, his name was brought up wherever you went. A few people would approach you during the day and warn you that Niragi was looking for you. It only would make your anxiety spike, causing you to scatter off to a more secluded place somewhere at The Beach. Most of the time you would hide in your room, but on the few occasions you climbed to the roof or hung around Alice and Usagi (who you had befriended), you managed to keep away from the psychopath.
One day, you were sitting out on one of the tables out by the pool. It was still quite early in the morning, so there wasn’t a lot of people around. The air was quite nippy, making you shiver against the cold breeze. You rubbed your arms up and down, trying to warm yourself up. Unfortunately, you hadn’t grown used to the ‘always wear bathers’ policy yet.
You felt a gentle hand lay itself on your shoulder, making your eyes widen and your head whip around to yell at whoever had dared to touch you, but you held in your harsh remark when your eyes met with Niragi’s.
“Finally! I found you!” he exclaimed, a sickening smile spreading across his face. You leant away from his touch, scooting your butt along the seat of the table, trying to make distance between the two of you.
Niragi obviously didn’t like this.
“Why are you avoiding me like I’m some kind of disease? I just want to talk to you! I haven’t seen you in years!” he said annoyed, taking a seat at the table.
You eyed his sniper rifle closely, watching as he placed it down on the table in front of him. You felt somewhat relieved that the barrel was pointing away from you. Who knew when he would decide to use that vicious weapon against you?
You blinked, not daring to say anything. You wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible. It was unbearably uncomfortable.
“Sorry Niragi, I have to go,” you stated, standing up out of your seat and moving to turn away.
Niragi gripped the back of your hoodie and pulled you so you sat down again, making you yelp in surprise. “No, you don’t. Stop avoiding me,” he growled, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.
You closed your eyes tightly in discomfort. You swore you were so close you could hear his heart beating. With a short shove to the side, you got out of his grip and stood up again.
“No, I do. I’m sorry but I really don’t want to talk to you,” you bluntly said, becoming agitated from his insistent behaviour. Why did he think he could just tell you what to do?
He frowned, standing up as well. “Fine then, I’ll just come too. I don’t care if you don’t want to talk to me. You don’t get a choice.”
You rolled your eyes and quickly started walking away from him, hoping to at least get a head-start to stay away from him. You heard him jog up to you as you kept walking, seeing his shadow appear right next to you.
You became more and more anxious the longer he followed you. He started to get a little too comfortable in his movements, even having the audacity to touch your hair and comment on how much it’s grown.
It got to a point where you had walked all the way to the lobby about three times, realizing that he wasn’t even focusing on where you were going. You turned around just as he was reaching to grab your hand, looking him in the eye with anger written all over your face.
“Can you not take a hint?! Leave me the fuck alone!” you yelled, watching as his face contorted into shock at your tone.
“I don’t want to have anything to do with you Niragi! You’re fucking insane and sadistic! Has it not occurred to you that you’ve literally become the soul thing that you hated in high school?!” you sassed, anger ripping from your words and smacking him in the face.
The few people in the lobby turned their heads at the sound of your arguing, being curious due to not seeing anyone ever dare to yell such vulgar words towards Niragi.
He tucked his hand into his jeans pocket and readjusted the rifle on his shoulder, almost looking bored. “Yeah? And what would that be?” he asked, licking his bottom lip while staring at your menacingly.
You cringed as his movements. “A fucking asshole! A little bitch that preys on those weaker than him just so he can project his own hatred for himself onto them! You’re pathetic Niragi, and it’s a real shame that no one has in this shithole has told you so. Because no one knows you like I know you, and I know that on the inside, you hate yourself more than anyone could ever hate you.”
You took in a deep breath, regaining your strength. You suddenly saw the irony in your words. You accused Niragi of projecting his anger onto others when you just did it yourself.
Niragi rolled his eyes, bringing his rifle down off his shoulder and fiddling with the bullet canister. You felt your heart stop from his actions, being afraid that he was going to use it on you.
“Don’t act like you don’t miss me Y/N,” he laughed, glancing his eyes back up to you.
You grunted in annoyance. “Just leave me alone, please,” you begged, turning around and leaving Niragi to the peeping eyes still staring at you both.
He turned his head to everyone in the lobby. As he did so, everyone turned back to what they were doing, being afraid of being caught staring and yelled at by him.
“That’s right. Mind your own business,” he shouted out across the lobby to make sure everyone heard.
He watched you as you walked away, eventually turning the corner to go search for Alice and Usagi. At least they would give you some kind of security after what just happened.
He chuckled to himself, sticking his pierced tongue out and running it across his lips once again. “Just you wait Y/N, you’ll come running back to me soon enough. You can only keep that tough façade up for so long. Just wait until people find out that you’re all bark and no bite.”
************
You stumbled your way to the entrance of the hotel, head throbbing in pain and legs aching from the muscle strain you’ve put on them. You had arrived back from your game, being the only one that managed to survive. You didn’t feel well, both physically and emotionally, so you were planning on slipping into a coma for a few days to sleep off the pain that you were feeling at that moment.
It felt like a huge effort to even lift your feet. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone, so you weren’t even thinking of checking in on Alice or Usagi. You said to yourself you would look for them tomorrow. You were in too much of a bad mood to engage in conversation. You’d probably end up snapping at them, which wouldn’t be fair on them since they just completed a harsh game themselves.
As you were just about to enter through the large glass doors before a young militant woman with short blonde hair pushed through before you even had the chance. She managed to even knock your shoulder during the process, making you hiss in pain.
She looked you up and down with a disgusted expression on her face. “Watch where you’re going,” she spat before continuing walking inside.
You rolled your eyes. “Bitch,” you mumbled under your breath.
Her head quickly whipped around to meet your eye, an angered scowl on her face. “Excuse me?” she said in disbelief.
Your words got stuck in your throat. She wasn’t meant to have heard that. “I-I…”
“I-I..” she mocked you. You felt your adrenaline skyrocket. You’ve heard of this girl; she doesn’t take things lightly.
“Look I’m sorry, it just slipped out I promise,” you stammered out, putting your hands up in a surrender. You weren’t in the mood for dealing with her shit, you were grumpy and tired. You hoped she would let you off with just a warning.
But she had different plans.
She grabbed you by the back of your hoodie, dragging you outside again and brought you over to a small alleyway that ran along the side of the hotel. You struggled in her grip and protested the whole way.
Although, you stopped fighting against her when she shoved you against a brick wall and pulled a revolver out of her jacket pocket, pushing it underneath your chin. You froze and looked at her with pleading eyes, begging for her to have mercy.
“You’ve messed with the wrong person you bitch,” she growled, giving you a quick jab to the ribs. You yelped in pain, clutching your side. It hurt ten times more, considering you’ve already faced a horrific game that same night.
“I’m sorry!” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eye sockets.
She scoffed and smirked at you. “Wow, all bark and no bite huh?” she teased, throwing a kick to your shin, making you cry harder.
Her words angered you, making you see red for a short moment. You forgot about the revolver against your chin and gave her a quick punch to the jaw, making her head whip sideways.
She groaned, clutching her face and slowly turned back to you. You felt yourself fill with regret when you saw the look on her face. She looked like she was ready to kill you.
“Is that how you want it? Fine, have a hole in your foot. Maybe it’ll manage to get you and your attitude killed off in the next game,” she snarled.
Your stomach dropped at her words. Before you could even protest, she pulled away and aimed the gun towards the ground and blew a quick bullet in the top of your foot.
You cried out, kneeling and grasping your foot in your hands in pain, biting your tongue so you didn’t scream too loud. The pain of the bullet seeped from your foot and up your leg, spreading across your body.
The militant girl stood above you, laughing at your pathetic body lying on the ground. Your screams of pain brought her pleasure.
“Didn’t think this would happen when you bad mouthed me, didn’t you?!” she laughed, leaning down and pushing the gun against your head to threaten you more.
Another gunshot rang in your ears. For a moment you thought it was her and that she had put a bullet through your head, killing you. But then you heard a cry and saw the girl fall in the ground holding your shin with her head thrown back in a silent scream.
You were about to attempt to stand up to take this opportunity to run, but quickly jumped back down to the ground when another loud gunshot filled the air. You heard the bullet colliding with flesh as the girl flinched violently and cried out again.
You heard a menacing male laugh fill the air, and you glanced down the alleyway to see where it came from.
There stood Niragi, holding his sniper rifle out towards you both with smoke protruding from the barrel of it. A psychotic grin was painted across his face and you swore you saw his eyes shine red.
“Why are you giving my poor love a hard time?! Maybe think twice before you put a bullet through my property,” he exclaimed, chucking and walking up to the girl giving her a harsh kick to the ribs.
You felt like you were about to throw up and hearing some of her ribs crack from the collision of her chest to his boot did not help your nausea.
You rubbed your eyes and pressed your forehead against the ground. You wanted to wake up, like this was all some bad dream. Before you knew it, you were silently sobbing on the floor, tears rolling out of your eyes and down your cheeks.
You felt two arms wrap around you, lifting you off the cold stone floor and into a warm chest. You winced and whined as the bullet wound in your foot shot a searing pain through your leg. Niragi shushed you quietly.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered, placing his cheek on top of your head.
His behaviour was giving you whiplash. One second ago he was acting like a maniac, shooting holes through a young girl, but now he was carrying you by under your knees and your shoulders, your head tucked into his neck.
You were exhausted, your body not even listening to you. You tried to move your leg to force yourself out of his grip but didn’t even have the strength to lift it. Your head was throbbing, and you could’ve passed out easily in his arms, but forced yourself to stay awake.
As Niragi walked past the lobby to get to the medical room, he attracted a few worried faces. Some even stood up to walk over and ask if you were okay. Everyone was terrified he had bad intentions with you, knowing how he was.
He ignored the few that approached both of you, rushing down the hall to escape them. He had to get there quickly so Ann could treat your bullet wound.
When he arrived, he pushed through the door harshly and called out to Ann with a worried tone. She stopped what she was doing and turned to the door to see Niragi holding you close to him protectively, blood dripping into the ground from your shoe.
“Shit, bring her here.” She gestured towards an empty table in the middle of the room. Niragi rushed over and placed you gently on the metal table, letting you lean your upper body against him.
Ann brought over some large tweezers, a cloth, disinfectant and a bandage. You flinched at the sight of the tweezers, moving to get away from her. “No, no!” you begged, trying to crawl up the table to get away, but Niragi grabbed your waist and pinned you against his chest.
“We have to get the bullet out Y/N, we can’t just leave it in there!” he argued, brushing your hair out of your face to calm you down.
You struggled against his grip as Ann held down your foot and carefully removed your shoe and sock. You looked down and saw a small hole in the top of your foot. How could such a small injury cause so much pain?
“Alright Niragi, keep her still. This is going to hurt,” Ann said shallowly, picking up the tweezers to try and remove the bullet.
“Yep.” You felt his grip on you tighten and he tucked his chin on your head. “Please just keep still Y/N, I’m here. It’s okay,” he cooed. His reassuring words didn’t do much to ease your anxiety.
Niragi turned your face so you were nuzzled into his chest. He knew that making you watch Ann take the bullet would do nothing but freak you out more, so he wanted to protect you from the sight.
You felt fine until the pain in your foot suddenly skyrocketed, making you let out a piercing scream. You bit your tongue to try and quieten yourself, but it didn’t do much.
Niragi frowned as he suddenly felt you go limp against him. He looked down at your face to see you had passed out, eyes shut tight and letting out soft breaths.
He smiled and brushed his fingers across your face. “So cute,” he mumbled.
“Well, that’s better. Maybe if we just knocked her out with a quick jab to the head, it would’ve saved us the headache of trying to keep her down,” Ann stated bluntly, causing Niragi to laugh.
“You know how this happened?” she asked him, raising her eyebrows.
“A bitch shot her just outside the hotel,” he said with an angry tone.
Ann didn’t seem surprised. Events like that occurred a lot. She had removed a lot of bullets the time she had been there.
“What happened to the girl? Did she run when she saw you?”
“I didn’t give her the chance to. She copped two bullets into her body for doing that to Y/N.”
“Did you think maybe Y/N was the one giving her a hard time?”
“Doesn’t matter. I only saw her shoot the bullet, nothing else.”
“Fair enough.”
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You cracked your eyes open to a room that most definitely wasn’t your own. You groaned and sat up, wincing when the pain in your foot shot through your leg. Memories of yesterday filled your head. “I must have passed out in the medical room,” you said to yourself.
You scanned the room. It was much bigger than yours. The bed you were in was three times the size of yours, and this room even had a huge balcony. As you looked around more, you noticed that a bag of your stuff was placed near the closet.
You frowned. Why was your stuff from your room here?
Suddenly the door opened to reveal Niragi, walking in with a plate of a bread roll and a bottle of water. He saw you awake and smiled.
“Aw little mouse is awake. How’s your foot?” he purred.
You cringed at the pet name. “What’s it to you, dickhead,” you growled, getting out of the bed and standing up. You were wearing the same clothes that you wore to the game yesterday, minus the shoes and the jacket.
Niragi smirked and placed the food on a small table in the centre of the room. “Have you forgotten who saved your pathetic ass yesterday?” he asked, approaching you. “And also, don’t stand on that foot. It’s injured, you have to rest it.” He pushed on your shoulder lightly to make you sit on the bed again. He sat himself next to you and leaned towards your face.
You moved away from his face, hating how close he was to you. “Yeah, but how did you know I even needed help? And don’t tell me you were just going on a short stroll through the alleyway at eleven at night,” you said, scooting up the bed and leaning your back against the wooden bedhead.
Niragi chuckled. “What if I was? Are you accusing me of stalking?” he suggested.
You shook your head. “Why is my stuff here,” you asked, changing the subject.
Niragi glanced over at the bag full of your stuff on the ground near the closet. He turned back to you with a smile on his face. “Oh yeah! I forgot to say, you’re moving in with me,” he said excitedly.
You felt your stomach drop. “What? I didn’t agree to this.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand again. You could only place pressure on one foot, so you stood on one leg.
“Oh, baby. I don’t care if you don’t want to. You’re in here with me now, whether you like it or not,” he growled, reaching out towards you waiting for you to place your hand in his.
You stared at him, trying to see if he was joking or not. But from the serious look on his face, you didn’t think he was.
“I’m not staying in here with you. You’re a fucking psycho.”
You attempted to limp over to the door, wanting to escape Niragi as soon as possible. But you didn’t expect him to be so insistent on you staying.
A sudden arm around your waist spun your around and Niragi pinned you against the door, his face far too close to yours for it to be comfortable. “Did you not just hear me? You don’t get a choice love. You’re stuck with me,” he rasped into your face with a scary smile across his.
Your breath hitched and you turned your head away as he moved his face closer, trying to force his lips against yours. You felt helpless.
“Niragi please. Let me go, I’m sorry if I ever angered you,” you begged, pushing on his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. “I promise if you let me go, we can go back to how we were in high school.” You were trying to do anything that would get him off you. Your heart was racing, and you were becoming more frightened by the second.
Niragi licked a long and slow stripe from your collar bone to the back of your ear. You cringed and sobbed at the feeling of his tongue and saliva on your skin. “Maybe I don’t want it like it was back then. Maybe I want more Y/N,” he whispered.
He tucked his face into your neck and nipped at your skin. He had your arms pinned either side of you and his leg was holding your good foot against the door. You couldn’t do anything to defend yourself.
“What have you become Niragi,” you sobbed after a short moment.
Niragi removed himself from your neck, leaning back to look at you. You stared into his eyes, seeing the same dark and beautiful orbs that used to make your heart race with love in high school, only now, they made your heart race with fear.
“I’ve become the real me Y/N, and you’re going to love me, whether you want to or not.”
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hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so
ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.
what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg
dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)
aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!
let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.
first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]
(this got really fucking long im so sorry)
ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).
tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.
(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)
the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.
this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.
there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).
due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.
this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.
unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”
in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.
basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.
chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’
i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.
ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.
he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.
it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.
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now, here’s my opinion:
i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.
then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.
people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.
the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.
telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.
(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)
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do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!
or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!
some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!
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CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):
are c!bee duo romantic?
its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!
should i put /p on bee duo content?
ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though
should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?
no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”
can i ship c!bee duo?
mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.
can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?
yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird
here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.
right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!
i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.
..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.
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