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marrycv · 1 month

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Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

#ellie williams #ellie fanfic #the last of us #ellie smut #ellie x reader #tlou fanfiction #wlw ns/fw #wlw post #wlw smut #toxic relationship #toxic love #toxicity #not healthy #wrong #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #smut #so hot and sexy #dom x sub

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clementinechatsshit · 6 months

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money, power, glory - coriolanus snow x plinth!oc

description: rhea plinth wanted one thing more than anything in this world. power. this is her story of descending into the hunger for power. the addiction to it. and if she can love through this hunger.

tw: 18+ standard hunger games shizzle, strong language, spice, toxic relationships, power hungry bitches, rhea is just as twisted as snow

a/n: hi peeps, this is my first attempt at writing anything ff related, but coryo has been in my brain since i read tbosas. i didnt want to write him ooc but rather embrace the fact that he is bat shit crazy and create a character that also embraces and encourages that side of him. i dont think ive read any ffs that have a reader/oc that is also as fucked up as snow. pls be nice

What is the purpose of the Hunger Games?

I used to think that they were to bring justice to Panem. To punish the districts for the uprising. We’d always been taught that, and I believed it. Yet, now I see things a little differently. I see things for how they truly are. I was eighteen when I learnt the truth about the Hunger Games. How they are played, and how they are really won.

‘Rhea?’ a voice echoes from behind me. I snap my head around to see my brother leant against the frame of my bedroom door.

‘Sejanus, what have I said about knocking’, he flinches at my response, my tone harsher than intended.

He lowers his gaze to the blazer in his grip, cowering from the hardened stare I deliver his way. ‘I’m sorry’ weak, ‘we’re going to be late’.

I turn to fully face him, lifting my face to a content smile. My heels clack on the marble flooring as I cross the room, I pause for a second in front of him, waiting. Sejanus holds his elbow out for me to link my hand through, my gloved hand brushes the soft thread of his shirt as an avox approaches and hands me my purse.

‘Bye, mother!’, ‘See ya, Ma’ we shout as we leave the penthouse. Sejanus never stopped calling our mother ‘ma’, juvenile if you ask me. Sometimes I think he wants to be back in the districts.

The red silk of my dress grazes the bottoms of my calves as we make our way to the car, another avox our driver. I see avox’s as the perfect company, they know their place in this society, even if they did have to learn it the hard way. They know that they have no power, they have accepted that there are consequences to their actions. They don’t talk back either.

‘The Academy’ a demand, not a request.

‘Please.’ Sejanus adds

The Academy. Only the elites have the privilege of attending, and only the greats go on to study at the University. We may not be Capitol born, but we belong there more than anybody else. For ten years, I have been proving my place amongst my fellow students, before I even set foot in the Capitol, I knew I am simply better than them all.

I entered first. Shoulders back, chin up. Make them stare. The first thing I know about power. If you can’t command a room, you have none. I felt the eyes on me as I strode in, then I heard the whispers. I had power, you see, I have their attention when I give them none. I glance around the room attempting to find someone worth a morsel of my time, when I hear his voice.

‘Rhea Plinth’, that is a voice I would never tire of hearing.

‘Coriolanus Snow’ I acknowledge him, giving him a once over. The pinstripes of his dress shirt, dated, yet he made it look like an arising trend in the Capitol. A rose tucked into the formal vest. He was handsome indeed, a shame about the mismatched tesserae buttons. I placed my hand into his outstretched palm, watching him raise it to his lips as he leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it in greeting.

‘Rhea, can you just get it over and done with, Snow won the Plinth Prize, didn’t he?’ the bratty whine of Arachne Crane interrupted.

‘I can’t confirm anything’, power, ‘however, I can say things will get interesting this year.’ my voice almost sultry as I spoke directly to Coriolanus, not even bothering to turn to Arachne.

‘Now, Coriolanus, walk with me?’ a huff sounds from beside us as we turn to leave the hall.

‘Won’t people suspect something?’ I feel his breath on my neck as he hunches down to be level with my ear.

‘They’ll just assume I’m telling you about the prize’, I remain facing ahead, the doors to the adjoining hallway open. A rare smile hooks at the corners of my mouth as we round the corner, a pillar shielding us from the curious eyes of anyone passing.

‘Ah yes, Miss Plinth doing her duty as the liaison for the prestigious Plinth family.’ His mocking tone forces my eyes to roll, as we slowly step backwards. I may be the representative of the Plinth family for all intents and purposes, but with Coriolanus, I don’t have to be. See, I know who he really is, I know that his family has no money, I’ve seen the apartment they live in. Deep down, I know that all he sees in me is District, but I am the one thing that stands between him and the power he craves. That’s why we have this arrangement. I secure his future in the Capitol, and he makes sure that no one will ever see me as district again.

I’m drawn from my thoughts as my skin hits the cold wall behind me, a hand snaking its way around my waist. A hooked finger nudges my chin, lifting my gaze to meet the piercing blue eyes looking down at me. The intensity of his stare is almost intimidating. His grip changes as he strokes a fallen piece of hair behind my ear.

‘You look pretty like this,’ he murmurs, leaning in. His lips graze mine and I feel him inhale. Like he’s breathing in my surrender. I crash my lips against his, our noses bumping against each other, but neither of us minding. His lips are rough against mine, more aggressive. You look pretty like this. I look pretty when you think you have control over me.

I reach my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers into the blond curls. I tug once, he groans, I tug again. Who’s in control now, Coryo. He squeezes my waist and I sigh into the kiss. Our whole exchange is a power play. His tongue slips into my mouth as he reaches his hand lower, and lower. Maybe I could give in this once.

The echo of someone clearing their throat shatters the tension between us. Coriolanus takes a few instinctive steps back as I swing my head around to look at who dared interrupt us.

Dean Casca Highbottom.

‘Mr Snow, Miss Plinth. I assume you are heading into the hall to hear the announcement?’ He looked disgusted, disappointed.

‘Yes, of course, Dean Highbottom.’ Coriolanus responded instantly, leaving me standing with the Dean, marching back into the grand hall, his hands reaching up to fix his hair

‘They can’t make the announcement without me, Casca. You know that,’ I give him a knowing look before following Coriolanus’ lead. I look back over my shoulder to see the Dean opening a vial and consuming the contents.

I found Coriolanus standing with my brother and another girl from our class, Dovecote, Clemensia I believe. I give her a slight nod as a hello, not wanting to waste my breath on her. ‘Hello Sejanus, Coriolanus.’ glancing up at the boys, flashing a quick smirk at them.

‘Rhea, where were you?’ Sejanus queries, his brows furrowed, ‘you’re meant to be naming the winner.’

‘Brother mine, you worry too much. Besides, there's been a slight change in plan.’ This is power. Knowledge. Money.

‘Can everyone take their seats,’ the instructions come from one of the teachers at the Academy.

I leave the group and make my way up to the podium, passing Dean Highbottom on the way. The room silences as I ascend the stairs. As I glance down to the crowd, I catch Coriolanus’ eye, he looks hopeful. He needs this prize. To anyone else, it’s about the title. To him, this is everything.

‘My father, Strabo Plinth, has been gracious enough, over the years, to provide incentive to those at the Academy in the form of the Plinth Prize. An award bestowed upon the student who excels in every aspect of their education. An honour for any student who wins it.’ my voice strong, conductive, they are hanging on my every word. Power. I see Arachne glare over at the blond boy, they all think they know. They all think he has won. ‘This year, we want to make things harder, create more of a challenge. This year, myself and my mentor, Dr. Ghaul, want you. The top twenty-four. The elite. To become mentors yourselves.’ slight muttering begins to spread around the room. ‘This reaping day, you will be assigned tributes, you will guide them, make spectacles of them, and one of you. You will create a victor.’

The voices become louder, anger begins to bubble. Arachne is already complaining, Sejanus looks horrified. But Coriolanus, he is furious. And me, a large grin spreads its way across my face.

Now this. This is power.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #oc #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #lucy gray baird #tom blyth #coryo snow #tigris snow #the hunger games #capitol

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joshusten · 5 months

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love the sinner (albus york/faith koria, bastard warrior || good boy audios)

Albus York takes a bath and Faithful washes his hair. (angst, slight argument, hurt/comfort)

2.2k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist] [CW/notes: religious imagery ofc (this fic was basically an excuse to write that), typical albus york language, lots of self-loathing and some suicidal thoughts. albus is just having a bad time but hes also so whipped for faithful. speaking of her, i didnt make faith's physical descriptions vague or made it so that she's a "listener" but rather a character of her own! and i based it off of gba's description of her + my own interpretation hehe.]

once again THANK YOU SO SO MUCH to @slushiepizza for all the AMAZING suggestions and support like omfg i SWEAR i keep on saying this but this fic rlly wouldnt be finished without them!! i appreciate it sm!! and im shaking and kissing my irls that ive also bothered with this fic that will probably not see this THANK U SM!! edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING READ MORE LMFAO

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Albus York steadily sank into the half-filled tub of one of the ship’s quarters—stripped of his clothes, and left bare to no witness.

Gentle waves of the bathwater rippled against hardened, battle-torn skin. He dementedly mused that if he could go down further, he might finally drown.

He chuckled at the thought, shifted his position, and got to work. It's been a while since he last had an actual bath—way before he even agreed to this suicide mission of an adventure—with warm soapy water and scented products.

The constant near-death experiences and whatnot had interrupted the trio to get any time for themselves, much less to do any sort of basic hygiene. Since the route Devlin had charted for the ship to follow allowed for ample downtime, the Forgemaster had practically shoved his younger half-brother into the common bathroom and forced him to take a much-needed bath (Of course, not without a snobby comment about how his stench matched his personality perfectly well.)

Albus’ inexperience was made clearer with the stiff, awkward motion of his large, calloused hands as he attempted to wash himself. The unpracticed movement made the unfamiliarity of it all fully realized. How long has it been since he felt this safe? Does he even remember how to take care of himself?

Does someone like him even deserve this luxury?

The warrior submerged himself lower, down until his eyes were right above water level. He was thinking again. It was all that he had been doing for the past hour. If the gods wouldn't allow him to drown, then he hoped that the water would at least cleanse the grime and sin embedded into his flesh.

But he knew that filth clung to his skin like how a believer clings to the idea of repentance. No matter how hard—how desperately—he scrubbed (until pale skin turned into blood red, until rough turned rougher), it was all pointless. He had learned long ago that a bastard's prayers were never left answered.

The mark on his chest was a bleak reminder of that reality. Damnation was basically his birthright. Albus York was dead the moment he came out of his mother’s womb—dead to his family, dead to society.

Cursed to hell for being sin itself.

Life had a funny way to remind him—that goodness is something he can be in the presence of but never be a part of it.

"Albus?"

Speak of the devil, his ever-so-naive angel had arrived.

“Albus? Hello?”

Tender, serene, heavenly.

The voice was melodic—like the somber hymns he used to hear in his youth when his mother would take him into the temple and meet with her fellow brothers and sisters. At that time, he always felt drawn to the choir’s performance, despite not being old enough to understand the words (not that he was any more literate in the present). Back then, he was just a kid, blissfully unaware of the blasphemy he had committed for existing.

He had grown since then—in every aspect of the word.

"Albus! Are you still in there?"

A deep grunt, muffled slosh of water, and the pitter-patter of droplets on the tiled surface were all that Faith Koria had heard from the other side of the metal door before a familiar, gruff voice answered back.

"Calm ya tits, woman. I knew you were eager to see my dick but I never knew you were this eager!"

The outside replied with an annoyed groan, a sound Albus was all too familiar with, especially when it came from her. That being said, he couldn't fight the smile forming on his lips as he hastily dried himself up with a nearby towel.

"You've been using the bathroom for more than an hour, just what are you doing in there? Some people want to get cleaned up too, you know!”

The metal door swiftly slid open with a sudden 'woosh!', hot steam dissipating before the runaway nun to reveal Albus’ tall stature, half-naked and slightly dripping wet. Faith frantically averted her eyes on instinct, ears immediately burning with embarrassment. It wasn’t like it was her first time seeing him undressed—for gods’ sake, she treated his wounds like this when they first met! But to have him fresh out of a bath with his toned body exposed and his dampened long hair was—Wait! His hair!

"Alright, alright! I’m out, ya happy? I’m decent too so you don’t have to be a prude about it,” The bastard huffed, a little irritated with how his peaceful bath (or at least, as peaceful as it could be) was abruptly cut short.

“Albus, your hair!”

The man scrunched up his face in confusion. He gathered one of his dark locks and examined it with an intense focus. “Huh? Looks fine to me. What, you're not expecting me to be all prim and proper now, are you?”

“No, no, no! It's all matted and uneven!” The woman replied with a horrified concern in her voice that was rare for the warrior to hear directed at him.“It’s probably from all those monster attacks. Some of them must’ve managed to get to your hair! How long has it been like this? Does it hurt? Do you even have shampoo?”

“Uh…what’s that?”

“Ugh, never mind. Just—” Before Albus could process what was happening, Faith grabbed his arm with a surprisingly strong grip for a nun. She dragged him down near the bathtub he just got out of. He can even hear the water still slowly swirling down the drain.

“Faithful, what are you—”

“Stay right here. You got that, York? I’m just going to get something and I don't want you to move a muscle.”

A deep chuckle resonated within the man’s scarred chest—he always enjoyed it when she got this bossy. He gave her a mock salute and answered with a hearty “Yes, ma’am!”

The sister paladin made a face, letting out a flustered huff before hurrying to wherever she needed to be. So cute.

Albus had put on his clothes at this point while he waited (lest he risked Faithful suffering from a heart attack). A few minutes had passed by when she returned with a rather large pouch that Albus recognized was packed with the rest of her belongings. He deduced it must've been from her childhood with how worn down the embroidery was. Once vibrant floral patterns dulled from years of usage.

“Lean back by the bathtub,” Faith instructed. “I’m going to start detangling your hair. I might cut off some of the more unsalvageable parts too. If anything hurts or if I snagged on it too hard just let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” The man repeated simply, not really knowing how to react to all of the amount of consideration he was receiving. Abrasiveness was what he was more used to responding to, not the care that she unabashedly gave him.

She beamed brightly at his compliance (and no, his heart did not just skip a beat), soft hands found their way to his head and started brushing away the more manageable tangles before using a wide-tooth comb for the bigger ones. Despite the numerous warnings, her fingers were nowhere near to being rough. She was as gentle as a lamb—her slow brushstrokes eventually formed a rhythm that filled in the silence of the room. Albus decided to break the comfortable atmosphere.

“How are you so good with this shit?” He mumbled, voice heavy with drowsiness. Fuck, he felt like he could sleep until his next life. “Never knew sisters of Cindergorn get to be part-time hairdressers too.”

Even with his sluggish state, Albus could almost sense the nun’s eyes rolling above him, brushing out his hair with a slightly more forceful than usual tug.

“I'm the one usually taking care of the children at the temple. I’m used to seeing this kind of stuff whenever they play too hard. Obviously not on this level but you get the gist.” Faith snipped off the last of a particularly challenging knot.

“I've also been doing my own hair ever since I was a kid, so really, it's like second nature to me at this point,” she followed up, running her fingers through his hair with a satisfied nod.

Now that Albus thought about it, he had seen Faithful braiding herself earlier on their journey when they had just…tastefully borrowed the flagship meant for his father. He remembered swift, practiced hands twisting sections after sections of dark, coiled hair and had mentioned in passing how it was a hairstyle she often did to withstand the Eastern Faithlands' harsher seasons (Fortunately, it also turned out to be great for going-on-a-quest-to-kill-your-priest-brother-and-save-a-child seasons too.)

Faith’s hands suddenly paused. Before the man could ask if something was wrong, she signaled him to stay still while she rummaged through the pouch to get a small bottle. She squeezed a moderate amount of product into her palm and spread it evenly. As she was about to apply the substance to his head, Albus jerked away, quickly stopping her hand with his own as a furrow formed on his thick brows.

“Faithful,” He chuckled. “Please, I’m a warrior. You don’t need to waste your fancy shit on me. My hair’s going to get fucked up again eventually so what’s the point?”

Faith struggled to wriggle herself out of his grasp. “Wha–Albus, it’s fine!”

“No, Faithful, I’m serious. It’s just hair. Hell, it’s my hair. Relax.” The man sat up straighter at this point, the water from his long, damp hair trickling down along the scarred tissue of his back but it was the intensity in those familiar brown eyes that made him feel a chill.

“And I told you it’s fine just let me—”

“Why are you making it a big fuckin’ deal? What do you want from me?”

“What?” Faith’s voice cracked, appalled and confused. “Albus, what are you even talking about? I’m not asking for anything—”

“I’m just a bastard you hired to kill your brother! I was paid to do the dirty work for you, not to be your fucking toy—”

“Albus, wha—Y–You’re not a toy! Why do you—”

“If I’m not then why are you being like this to me? There’s a catch—there’s always a fucking catch. So what the fuck do you want from me?”

The nun managed to finally yank her hand away from his harsh grip and angrily slammed at the smooth surface of the tub.

“I just want you to stop being stubborn for once and let me do this for you!”

The silence that followed between them felt suffocating.

Faith’s breath hitched, shocked by her outburst. She immediately straightened up her posture only to look down shamefully at the tiled floor. A shaky sigh left her lips, and Albus was doing everything in his power to stop himself from reaching out to her, seeking salvation he knew she shouldn’t give him because he was not sorry that he was like this. He wasn’t afraid to show his filth to the world because it was all he knew to do—all he was taught to do. There’s no excuse, no justification, no escape. She’s everything good and he’s just scum or worse yet—he’s a bastard.

Because she’s an angel and he’s far worse than the devil.

“This isn't anything all that fancy…just something to keep it healthy and less stressful on your scalp. I just want you to feel okay. So please…” She trailed off. “Let me.”

“It’s…It’s just hair, Faithful. I’ll be okay, I’m a big boy,” Albus joked, but his words were sincere. He almost found the whole thing amusing—having the ever-so-snappy sister paladin fuss over him—if he didn’t get a feel for how much…his comfort seemed to mean a lot to her.

Faith pursed her lips, her gaze still fixed downward. “I just think…you deserve at least one good hair day.”

It's that word again. Deserve. Does she really think that? That he's worthy of all of this?

The man cleared his throat with a curt nod. Hesitantly, the nun's fingers slowly found their way back to the crown of his head, resuming whatever she was supposed to do. Steady, rhythmic brushstrokes filled the quiet once again.

After what felt like hours of stillness, the bastard dared himself to shift his head and face her timidly—as if he was afraid he could melt under her piercing gaze.

"Thank you, for…for this," Albus grunted. He hadn't only meant for his hair.

Faith graced him with a dimpled smile—the one that made her eyes squint and showed the tiniest bit of the gap between her front teeth. She proceeded to tuck away a stray lock behind his ear, trailing down to hover over his cheek. Albus can practically feel the nervous tremble on her fingers as if she were hesitating on something. It all came to nothing in the end, closing her hands in a fist before withdrawing to her pouch to start cleaning up.

“Anytime, Albus. Besides, with how you always manage to find yourself in trouble,” the sister murmured, her voice playful (it never failed to leave Albus’ mind racing). Her eyes glinted as they locked into his almost like clockwork. “How can I not?”

Albus York sat by the empty bathtub of the ship’s quarters—fully clothed yet he had felt the most bare that he had ever been in front of someone.

Faith smiled at him again and he swore he could make out the faintest halo crowning her head under the fluorescent bathroom light. ---- a/n: this is probably my most favorite fic that i wrote and i hope you enjoyed! lemme tell u this fic took way to long and got me so stressed for no reason idk ! i was worrying abt how this would happen in the timeline and all the lil details and then !! its a fic!! and im suppose to be having fun!! i am being self-indulgent!! (although i hope was able to characterize them well) again, feedback and comments r highly appreciated!! :DD have a good day/night and thank you for reading!!

#good boy audios #gba albus #albus york #gba bastard warrior #gba faithful #gba fanfic #THIS TOOK WAY TOO LOOOOOONG BUT ITS FINISHED see you guys next year /j

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ash5monster01 · 8 months

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Perfect To Love Part 14

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,848

Part 13 ←→ Part 15

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Neither Alan or Allie fought Beth when she said she wasn’t going to school that morning. After all it was the day before Thanksgiving break so how much could she really be missing? So they both left for work, leaving Beth alone in her bed to stare out at the small inch of snow that covered the earth. It would probably melt and return a few times until winter completely swallowed them whole, but for now she would be heartbroken while the earth froze and for some reason that thought made her somewhat content.

Steve had called Robin in a panic, telling her that he had tried to call Beth only to be told she didn't want to talk to him. Robin had tried to call herself only for Allie to inform her of the same thing. She tried to recall ay moment, maybe something that happened at school that could make Beth shut them out, but she came up completely short. She assured Steve that it could be something else bothering her entirely and she would talk to her tomorrow. But when Beth didnt show up for school Robin found herself worrying more and more that maybe it was something that she did.

“She’s not here” Robin grumbled once she was sat in the front seat of Steve’s BMW his head on a swivel, searching each of the Escorts in the parking lot in hope to find hers.

“Something has to be wrong” Steve finally said and Robin sighed as she leaned back in the seat. She wasn’t used to being shut out.

“Obviously Steve, any clue what it could be?” she didn’t mean to sound so rude but the sarcasm and annoyance was unavoidable while she stressed about her friend.

“Not a thought” he muttered, eyes still scanning the parking lot in hopes she’d appear.

“What’d you do?” both of the teenagers jumped as Dustin appeared in the back seat of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Jesus Dustin, what do you even mean?” Steve asked, a hand over his heart as he tried to calm its pace.

"Beth didn't show up to free period with me and Eddie and she would never miss school. So what did you do?" Dustin accused, pointing at Steve and ready to skin him alive for any wrong doing to his new friend.

"Nothing, I dont know. Me and Robin both called last night and her Mom said she didn't want to talk to us. We're just as confused as you" Steve defended himself but Dustin wasn’t fully convinced.

"Well we better figure it out before she goes to New York for Thanksgiving" Dustin said leaning back in the seat and buckling himself in. Confused looks plastered across both the older friends faces and Dustin almost rolled his eyes.

"She's going away?" Steve started to ask because he felt like this was something he should have known but maybe he just missed it, forgot. No way he could've forgotten.

"Look we'll worry about that later but I have a plan, drive to Beth's" Robin said and Steve obeyed, shifting the car into gear, and taking off down the roads covered in a soft layer of white snow. They all were relieved to see the Escort in the driveway but neither of her parents vehicles.

After a mostly silent ride, everyone experiencing different thoughts over this disappearing act Beth had pulled. Steve racked his brain and hated to admit that his thoughts always went back to Colin. He probably said something and ruined it, upset her, and he was fully prepared to kill him if need be. Robin worried that she got scared, scared of being with Steve, and not thinking she was good enough, and she was ready to prove her wrong. Where Dustin fully stood behind the fact the two idiots had done something whether it was intentional or not.

"So what's this masterplan?" Steve asked nervously, stomach doing somersaults over the fact she was just inside.

"This" Robin said as she grabbed a stack of books from her bag. "It's Beth work for over break, I collected it for her so I had an excuse to come here"

"Genius!" Steve praised and Dustin rolled his eyes. They were definitely both idiots.

"Look give me just a minute and then I'll give you guys a signal to join me" Robin said and they both nodded as she slipped out the car and into the cold. They watched as she stood on the porch, raising a nervous hand to ring the doorbell.

Beth groaned audibly as she heard the doorbell ring throughout the house. Quickly she tugged on a hoodie as she rushed down the stairs to see who from her mothers church group she'd have to turn away. Yet when she glanced through the peephole she was met with her twitchy and nervous friend Robin. Ex friend. "I don't want to talk to you"

"I'm not here to talk" Robin said after flinching from the response her friend had given her.

"Robin, you always have something to say" Beth sighed out, almost so quietly through the door she didn't hear it.

"Beth I have your school work, I'm worried about you, that's all" Robin counter offered and Beth pressed her forehead aginst the door wishing she would’ve just let whoever rang the doorbell go away.

"Just leave it on the porch, please" Beth said sounding a bit strangled from trying to fight off the tears that were burning to come out.

"Beth what did I do, why are you shutting me out?" Robin ignored her request and Steve and Dustin both noticed she was talking to the closed door, only assuming Beth was on the other side.

"Just leave it Robin" Beth finally cried out and Robin sighed as she leaned to set the stack of books at the foot of the door. Steve hit the steering wheel as he watched Robin retreat back to the car and jump inside to escape the cold.

"Let me try" Dustin said, pushing himself out of the back seat before Steve could ask what had happened. Dustin wrapped his arms around himself, the wind pushing his hat back slightly as he approached the door. He was about to ring the doorbell when he still heard Beth's soft cries on the other side.

"Beth, what’s wrong?" he called out and Beth gasped slightly at the sound of Dustin's voice, backing away from the door so he couldn't hear her.

"Nothing Dustin, don't worry about it, please" she called back and Dustin sighed as he tried to keep from shivering in the cold.

"We're all so worried about you" he said and Beth felt more tears burn at her eyes because choosing to leave behind Steve and Robin included everyone else including this sweet young boy who had become such a good friend to her. That thought broke her heart even more as she considered that in the friend divorce they would all get the kids she had come to know and love.

"I know Dustin, and you're the best for checking on me. I just need to be alone" and before Dustin could respond he heard her footsteps rushing up the stairs. The pair in the car watched his shoulders drop as he returned to the car himself after another failed attempt.

"That was a bust" Dustin said as he closed himself into the warmth of the vehicle. Steve's heater working over time. "She ran back upstairs before I could say anything else"

"Robin which room is hers?" Steve questioned and Robin gave him a confused look before pointing to the left window above the canopy of the porch. "I'll be back"

"Wait Steve, dont get hurt!' Robin called after him but he slammed the drivers side door shut while ignoring her. Dustin leaned forward to watch as Steve jogged up the porch. As if he had done this a hundred times before he was swigning a leg to stand on the rail. He used one of the beams to keep balance as he stood up, twisting his body to grip the edge of the canopy, and begin to pull himself up. Steve had always been strong because of swimming and basketball and now he was strong from staying in shape to fight monsters. Thankfully it came in handy as he finally got majority of his body on the canopy and he was able to walk across and face her window.

Before he tapped on the glass he saw her curled in bed, the room dark as she shook with tears and his heart broke. He wanted to know what he had done, what they could do to fix it. Giving in he tapped on the glass just to see her jump before looking at him with a tear stained face. Beth went against her better judgment and stood to open the window. Steve couldn’t help but smile as she revealed herself to him as he sat crouched out her window. "You're gonna get hurt"

"It was worth the risk" he told her and she sighed, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe her face clean of tears. "Can I come in?"

"I don't think you should" she responded and he tried to hide his disppoitnent in her response. Sighing he leaned closer into the window, heart accelerating at how beautiful her hazel eyes looked. So clear from the tears she had let fall. Beth wished he didn't look so handsome himself, hair fluffy and lashes covered in soft snowflakes. She wanted to kiss each one of them away.

"Why are you shutting us out?" Steve asked and Beth sighed, more tears fighting to come to her eyes. He wanted to reach out to her, hold her, but he was worried he’d scare her away.

"I stopped into Family Video yesterday" Steve gave her a confused look, clealry recalling she hadn't been there because she had work herself. Then it dawned on him that him and Robin had been talking about her at work, talking about their plan, that she had been using the back door lately. The exact one he knew you could hear crystal clear through because he had done it himself.

“Oh Beth, you don't understand-" but Beth was holding up her hand, stopping his defense because she didn't want to hear anymore bullshit from either of them.

"Did you know Colin told me he had feelings for me?” Steve was confused again as he let these words sink in. "He told me he hated himself for being attracted to me when everyone else bullied me for being ugly and do you want to know what I said to him?"

"What?" Steve whispered, never have seeing Beth this angry before. It was like he had pushed her past the sad part and now she was just frustrated.

"I told him I ended up with you because you got to know me without someone asking you too, and that made all the difference" Steve sucked in a sharp breath as she told him this, realizing that in a way they had done her wrong. The intentions were pure but maybe she was right. Maybe Steve would have never looked at her without Robin asking him too.

"Beth, please let me explain" she was shaking her head and Steve felt his heart collapse because she had already decided he wasn't worth it. Just like everyone else did.

“I don’t need an explanation Steve. I get it. Robin is your friend and maybe you have changed, it’s not your fault you can’t be attracted to me. You were just being a good friend to Robin” Beth said and Steve realized she had it all wrong. Robin may have asked him to spend time with her but falling for her was all him.

“That’s not it” he started to shake his head but the look she gave him made him stop.

“Please, I can’t be hurt by you again. Let me go” and as Steve went to open his mouth and stop her again she was sliding the window close, clicking the lock, and shutting the curtains. He let out a defeated sigh as she completley shut him out and tears began to rim his eyes. He was angry and hurt for her. He thought he had changed but maybe he didn’t because if he did he would've given Beth a chance and not just now but on that first day of freshman year.

Carefully he made his way back down the canopy and onto the porch where he jogged to his car now that he was completley frozen through. Robin and Dustin looked at him curiously as he settled in his seat, cheeks red and bitten from the cold. He took a moment to absorb the heat, keeping his eyes forward because he was pretty sure he was about to cry and he didn't want them to see that. He didn't want to be pitied because this was his karma, he deserved it for being an asshole all of those years. He was no better than his father, Tommy, Carol, or the rest of the assholes at that school.

"Well, did you see her?" Robin questioned and Steve sighed, glancing out the window to blink away the tears that came to his eyes.

"She came to Family Video yesterday" he said but it didn’t occur to Robin as quickly as it did Steve.

"No she didn't we had a dead shift, we spent majority of it putting away tapes and talking" Robin argued but Steve finally turned and gave her a pointed look.

"And what were we talking about Robin?" again she looked confused but then it dawned on her, realization covering her features.

"She thinks I made you do it, and you were pretending" Robin said and Steve nodded as she buried her face in her hands.

"Do what?" Dustin asked from the back seat but he went ignored.

"She's upet because she thinks I was using her and she's upset that you put her in that position" Steve said rubbing his hands together to regain some warmth.

"Oh God, did you try to explain that it wasn't like that?" Robin asked, heart now aching because she truly was the reason her friend was hurt and now she was no better than all those other kids that had hurt Beth all these years.

"Yeah but she didn't want to hear it. She told me Colin admitted to having feelings for her, that he hated himself for feeling that way, and she told him that the reason we ended up together is because I got to know her without someone asking me too" as Robin gasped Dustin started to piece together what exactly they were talking about.

"Robin you made Steve hang out with Beth?" Dustin whispered and they both turned back to look at him, uneasy looks on their face.

"It wasn't like that, I wanted Steve to get to know her and I figured if people saw Steve with her they'd give her a break. We planned nothing else, we swear" Robin told him and Dustin fell back into the seat with an annoyed chuckle.

"She has every right to be mad you guys, you used her. Your intentions may have been good but what if Steve didn't like her, he was pretending the whole time, and she found that out. That is so shitty of both of you. Of you doing it to her and Steve for going along" Dustin said as he began the shake his head, now angry with both of them too.

"I didn't think of it like that when we first planned it" Robin said, tears now rimming her eyes as well because she broke her best friends heart. That was all her.

"You shouldn’t of planned anything, you could've just brought her to movie night with no plan in place and hoped for the best" Dustin said now looking out the window and away from either of them. He had warned Steve not to hurt her and he loved his friends but he began to love Beth too. Now he was going to lose her because all of them were idiots.

"Let's just give her space, maybe when she gets back we can reach out again and apologize" Steve said putting the car into reverse as Robin quietly cried in the front seat. He was trying not to cry himself, driving through blurry vision because he had hurt beth whether he intended to or not and now Dustin was mad at him.

"If it's any consolation Dustin I did fall for her, whether it was intentional or not" he said as he drove in the direction of his house and Dustin just grunted in response because he knew Steve was telling the truth but that didn't change what had happened.

After all how do you convince the girl who thought she could never be loved that you really did fall for her?

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hi! i have an idea about 1d!yn meeting harry during the x-factor and it being the start of a crush or something? and its shows there first impressions and stuff (if u decided that they didnt meet during the compition dw,..i just thought it was cute<3) also sorry if my english is bad! its not my first language

It's A New Life

A/N: Hey Lovies! So this ask is literally how I pictured them officially meeting so I'm excited to share it with you all 💚

SUMMARY: YN is over the moon when she hears that her childhood best friend was able to get an audition to compete on the X-Factor. But what happens when she learns about a surprise and a curly headed lad that can change her life? (5.2k)

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YN loves Louis, how could she not?

The two first met when she was merely 5 years old and she was absolutely fascinated with the loud, rowdy 7 year old boy who lived in the house next to hers. After having moved in, Penelope was worried her step-daughter wouldn’t adjust well to the new environment.

...

"Alright honey. Remember what we said?"

"Play nice." YN lisps out, holding her step-mum's hand as they stand on the front porch of their new neighbors house. Penelope attempts to balance a homemade casserole in her other arm.

"That's right, baby. Now, can you ring the doorbell for me?"

YN doesn't hesitate to excitedly reach up and push the button to hear the chime ring from inside the house.

A young woman answers the door and the first thing YN sees is her big, pregnant belly.

"Oh, hello." The woman smiles sweetly.

"Hello, sorry to bother you. We just moved in next door and thought we should introduce ourselves. I’m Penelope and this is my daughter YN."

YN doesn't shy away from greeting their new neighbor with a small wave before going back to hold her step-mum’s hand with her two tiny ones.

"Hiya honey. My name is Johannah, but you can just call me Jay. Please, come in.” They walk through the small living room and YN’s eyes bounce around to all the toy cars and balls scattered around the room. When they arrive at the small kitchen, she can hear kids shouting and playing outside through the open sliding doors. “Y’know, you look to be around my son’s age. Him and his mates are out in the back playing. Would you like to go join them?"

Little YN looks up at her step-mum, remembering her rules and reminders to be polite. “I go play, Penny?”

“Of course. Have fun.” Penelope softly rubs her shoulders in encouragement before she runs off outside. Jay doesn’t question why her daughter called her by her name or indulge in how she looks embarrassed by it. Instead Jay nods to the ceramic platter in her hands.

“Well that smells awfully delicious and, to be completely honest with yeh, m'bloody starving.”

YN holds onto the railing as she descends down the short porch stairs one step at a time, an excited smile on her face as she sees a group of boys running around the small yard kicking a soccer ball.

She doesn't bother to introduce herself and she begins running around with the group. That is until Jay's little boy stops the soccer ball with this foot when he notices her.

"Hey! No girls allowed!"

“I play too.” YN pats her hands to her chest, her eyebrows already beginning to furrow.

The boys continue to run around under Louis’s command, ignoring the little girl trailing behind them. She doesn't seem bothered by their lack of interaction with her. From an outsider’s perspective, you'd look at the group of kids playing and conclude that there's nothing out or the ordinary.

This goes on for a bit and while they run around, one of the little boys, Stan, shoves Louis a little too hard. He falls to the ground and his lip begins to quiver.

“Too slow, Tomlinson.” Stan laughs.

But just as Louis is about to burst into tears, Stan falls forward unexpectedly next to him.

All the little boys stand there with wide eyes and when Louis looks up, he sees the tiny girl who just moved in next door. She stands there in her pink overalls, face set in a scowl and little fists bunched up at her sides.

“Play nice!” She huffs in her best firm voice and that makes Stan begin to wail, not necessarily from the fall but from being scolded.

“YN!” Penelope and Jay come running out after seeing all the commotion. She quickly picks up her daughter, resting her on her hip before giving Jay a sympathetic look. “M’so sorry.”

“There, there. You’re alright, Stanny. Just a tumble." The pregnant woman says as she bends down the lowest she can to brush a strand of hair from the crying child.

Little YN squirms in Penelope’s arms but her step-mum has a tight hold on her. ”I-I think it’s time for her nap. We should get going.”

As the two women reach the front door, Jay lets out a chuckle.

“She’s a feisty one.” Jay gives the woman a soft smile, nodding to the little girl in her neighbor’s arms. “And a strong one at that.”

“Ar-are you’re not upset?”

“Nonsense. Kids are kids. And whatever made this little one give the boy a little shove, he probably deserved it.” Jay whispers the last part with a snicker and Peneople is just in shock.

Never has anyone been so kind to her after her step-daughter’s behavior. This is the point when the other mothers would say that it’s probably best if they don’t have any more playdates, turn their chins up to the sky or straight up deny ever being invited over again. Or if it was YN’s father...let’s just say that there’s a lot less yelling over here than it normally is over at their house.

“How about you come over tomorrow for brunch? The little ones can get more acquainted with one another and I need to show you some of my famous blueberry pancakes.”

Louis trails behind his mum, watching as the little girl’s face in the crook of her mum’s neck goes from pouting to smiling once her eyes land on him. Her eyes stay on him when she’s carried out the door, looking over her mum’s shoulder and flapping her fingers up and down at him in a goodbye wave.

He gives her a weak wave goodbye, still in shock by her actions but he finds himself wanting to learn more about her.

When she’s over at his house again the next morning, he properly introduces himself, shows her all of his toys, and the two eventually play a bit of football outside.

He learns that she doesn't cry when she falls but brushes off the grass from her knees and runs as fast as ever.

He learns that she’s smart. So much so that she was able to skip a grade in primary school. And although she says she loathes the subject, she’s quite good at math.

That she’s good at multitasking. She’s able to balance school, a part time job and being the lead guitarist in her friend's band when she turned 15.

He learns that she has a natural knack for singing and is equally good at the guitar.

And he learns that she’s stubborn, can never be told to do anything she doesn’t want to and will always find a way to get what she wants. But she also has the biggest heart he's ever know, filled with so much love to give. She cares about the people she loves and will do anything to help them in any way she can.

So when he came home one day and told her that he was able to snag an audition for the XFactor, she screamed her head off in excitement. Getting an opportunity like that seemed to be the only thing he had been talking about for the past two years. She had no doubt in her mind that he'd make it as a star one day.

...

So now her and Louis sit in the back seat of his mum’s car, Jay and Peneolpe sit up front as they chit chat amongst themselves.

But the one tiny, miniscule detail that Louis left out about going to Manchester for his audition was that he was able to get her one too.

She loves Louis, but right now, she is absolutely furious with him.

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” YN rakes her fingers through her hair, fisting and pulling at the roots in frustration as she sinks further into her seat. “Why didn’t you tell me this before we left?”

“Because I knew you wouldn't have come along.” YN is one second away from punching her best friend square in the face at his calm demeanor. He’s looking down at the undone tie around his neck, trying for the past 20 minutes to figure out how to knot it properly. “You would have chickened out.”

“Hell yeah I would have.”

“Language.” Their mums say from the front of the car.

YN wasn’t shy about her singing. She did it any chance she got: while she helped her step-mum cook, at the small coffee shop she worked at (while wiping down tables or on their open-mic nights), at their family gatherings. She was in a small rock band with a couple of her close mates where she would perform in small parties and little jigs in people’s garages for crying out loud.

She loves to use her voice to express herself, loves to hear music that makes her feel something, and writes songs that can showcase her emotions when she doesn’t have the words to express them. But to her, her music is nothing more than just a hobby, something that she doesn’t think she could make a career out of.

YN wasn’t shy about her singing, no. But she was scared of not being good enough to take it anywhere. That she wasn’t good enough to get herself out of Doncaster and make something of herself. Good enough to make enough money to get her and her step-mum out of that house and away from her father. That she wasn’t enough. She scoffs at her hopeful ideas. It was silly.

YN leans forward and grips the passenger seat. “You knew about this, Penny?”

Her step-mum shrugs as she looks through a pile of CDs in her lap. “I thought it’d be a nice surprise. And don’t act like you’re not just as excited for an opportunity like this as you truly are.” She says softly, looking at YN through the rear-view mirror. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. You’ve sung in front of crowds countless times already.”

“None as big as this! Not to mention the fact that it’s gonna be bloody broadcasted on the telly to thousands of people. Maybe even millions! How is everyone so calm about this?” YN throws a hand in the air. “Jay? A little help here.”

“I was the one who suggested keeping it a secret.” Jay says, keeping her eyes on the road.

“I can’t believe this!” YN slums back in her seat. She rolls her eyes before smacking her best friend’s hands away from his tie and doing it herself. “I don’t even have an audition song. Or my guitar. Anybody think of that?”

“We did actually.” Louis raises his eyebrows up and down at her.

Penelope holds up one of YN’s CD cases from her collection and wags it in the air.

“We’ve got the perfect song.” Her step-mum smirks at her daughter through the rear-view mirror and YN lets out what might be her 20th sigh in past ten minutes.

...

YN anxiously taps the thick paper strip with her audition number on it in her hands as she waits in a line to let the backstage crew member search up her audition music. Louis was in a separate line for the people who had prepared music to play during their audition.

After having to wait in what was the longest line of her life outside the venue, they were finally escorted backstage to yet another line. YN rehearsed as much as she could in the car but got too embarrassed to continue her warm ups outside. She also didn’t want to sike herself out too much and over rehearse. But then what if she didn’t practice it enough?

YN is too caught up in her thoughts to even notice that there’s a girl in front of her giving her a once over. She noticed YN a little early on while they were waiting in the long line outside. The girl looks like a proper pop-star. She has the blonde hair, the legs for days, was pretty fit, and she overall looks like she was made to be on the stage.

“Y’look nervous.” The girl, Brea, says as she leans over to YN and gives her a fake sympathetic smile.

YN snaps her head to the girl, completely knocked out from her anxious thoughts. “Wha’?”

“It’s okay to be scared. I was nervous my first time performing to a crowd this big. It was twice the size of this place now that I think about it. But don’t worry,” Brea scans her eyes over YN’s figure before giving her a faux pout of her lips. “If you mess up, which is very likely, it won’t be so bad.”

YN has so many questions, one of them being why in the bloody hell did she think this broad wants to waste her breath on stupid mind games, she’ll never know.

“Nina Simone, huh?” Brea questions when she remembers the song YN was singing to herself earlier outside.

“Yup.” YN keeps her answer short and sharp, wanting more than anything for this conversation to be over with.

“She’s a very talented woman, you know. Do you think you can handle singing a song from such an ambiguous woman?”

“Ambitious.”

“Huh?”

YN sighs deeply, already feeling anxious from the thought of having to sing in front of hundreds of people and now this random girl in line is bothering her. “The word you’re looking for is ambitious. Ambiguous means that something has multiple meanings. So unless you were meaning that Nina Simone—as a person—has a double meaning, which in your context you weren’t, then the word you meant to say was ambitious. But I wouldn’t expect your level of comprehension to be higher than a fourth grader's, so who can blame yeh.”

They hear someone snicker behind them and the two ladies turn to see a boy around their age. The first thing YN notices is his hair. He has the biggest mop of curls on top of his head that it makes her want to pull on one of the ringlets just to watch it bounce back into place. He’s wearing a thin scarf that’s looped around his neck and an even thinner gray cardigan. The dimples digging into his cheeks flatten out as his smile drops from being caught listening in on their conversation. She feels an odd need to make him smile again just to see them again.

He’s cute, really cute actually.

“Eavesdrop much?” The blonde says as she loudly smacks the gum in her mouth, hands resting on her hips.

“Back off, will yeh. He didn’t do anythin' wrong. He wasn’t eavesdropping, were yeh?”

Harry’s words get stuck in his throat at the girl standing in front of him. He thinks she looks absolutely beautiful, stunning even. Her eyes are fierce and unapologetic. Her eyebrows shoot up, eyes flicking to the stuck up broad next to her to encourage him to answer.

He quickly shakes his head from left to right, his hair swaying with his movements, muttering out a pathetic "No."

“See? Matter of fact, everyone here can hear yeh being rude because yeh don’t know when to shut your trap.”

Brea's jaw flops open in a scoff, “What did you just say to me?”

“Yeh heard me. Or do you need to get those satellite dishes you call ears checked—”

Harry doesn’t think twice about putting a gentle hand on YN’s arm at the same time a crew member behind them yells out a “Next!”

The girl gives YN a scowl and in return, YN gives her a little twidle of her fingers with a sarcastic smile on her face. The girl huffs before turning around to the crew member.

YN looks down at the hand on her arm and it’s quickly removed by a fidgety Harry. “S-sorry.”

“S’alright.” Normally if there was a guy holding her arm, she would have been the first one to shake him off. Maybe throw a couple of curse words his way, possibly give him a shove if she felt like it. But...she kind of misses the warmth of his hand on her skin.

She gives a nod over to the broad, huffing out a smile, “She was kind of a priss wasn’t she.”

“Where are you from? I mean, you’re obvious from around here because of your accent. I don’t mean for that to be creepy or weird or anything I was just—” YN stops him with a chuckle.

“Donny. Well, Doncaster, if you wanna get all technical about it.”

“Well that certainly explains it.”

“Explains whot exactly?” YN tilts her head to the side. She didn’t add her snappy attitude to the question like she normally did. It came out with more fondness than she expected it to.

“The way you spoke to that girl. Most people in Cheshire don’t like to speak out much.” The young lad shoves his hands into his front pant pockets and YN thinks it’s one of the cutest things she’s ever seen a guy do.

She lifts a shoulder to her ear, her lips curling up in a sly smile. “Treat people the way you wanna be treated. And she certainly doesn’t seem the type to treat people with respect.”

“Yeah, let alone any kindness...What?” He lets out a nervous chuckle under her stare, especially when she starts to squint her eyes at him.

“Y’look so familiar. Have we met before?”

Of course he remembers her, he couldn’t get her out of his head for a week after seeing her perform last year. After seeing her in line outside, he had to pinch himself just to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. But does he want to seem like a creep for recognizing her before she did and embarrass himself any further than he already has? Hell no.

“Erm, ‘dunno. Don’t think so.”

“No, no, we have.” After a second, YN snaps her fingers. “Battle of the Bands. Your band won last year. White Eskomo, right?”

She does remember him. Is 16 too young a age to fall in love?

“Y-yeah.” He bashfully points to himself, “Was the lead singer.” He internally cringes, wishing a hole would open up on the floor in front of him so he can jump into. He feels the heat rise further up his cheeks at the sound of her giggling.

“I know.” She teases him by copying his actions and points to herself. “Lead guitar and vocals.” YN playfully kisses her teeth. “Loophole will take back our rightful crown someday. So enjoy the victory while it lasts...” YN tips the papers in his hands towards her and reads the scribbled words on the top. “Harry.”

“Next!”

She gives him a smile before turning around to give her information to the crew member.

This is his chance. After a year of waiting and hoping to ever see this girl again, he needs to make his move. He instantly had a crush on her when she went out on stage, amazing him with not only her guitar skills but her voice. It was so mesmerizing, angelic even.

But, what to say to her? She’s way out of his league, so much cooler than him in every way, he thinks.

He doesn’t have much time to contemplate his next words as she turns to face him again. He puffs out his chest a bit and takes a deep breath but before he can get a word out, she puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Good luck with your audition, Harry. See y’around, yeh?” She doesn’t give him a chance to answer as she’s already walking off.

His mouth twitches before forming into a love sick smile. He watches her back as she leaves but his heart sinks a bit when he sees a guy throw an arm around the tops of her shoulders. She wraps hers around his waist as they round the corner.

A part of him knew it was too good to be true. Of course she’s already taken.

He jumps a bit when the crew member pulls him from his thoughts with a loud, “Next!”

“Bloody hell, YN. S’only been a week since you’ve ended things with Jackson and y’aready flirtin’ with other guys.” Louis says as he guides them back to where they’re families are waiting.

“Okay first off, Jackson and I weren’t even dating so that doesn’t even count. And second...” YN shoves Louis’s arm off of her. “I wasn’t flirting.”

At least she didn’t think she was...was she?

She doesn’t give herself too much time to dwell on it as she gets herself prepared for what’s ahead.

The prissy chick from earlier gets on stage before any of them do. She did alright but it clearly didn’t impress the judges. She barely gets two yeses, none from Simon.

The guy who YN had her arms around earlier goes on stage soon after. Harry sees the way she has her hands clamped under her chin as her eyes bounce around the monitors backstage. Harry watches from afar after this Louis guys come off the stage and get engulfed by YN.

...

“Hello.” She holds the microphone to her lips with both hands. It’s now starting to hit her what she’s actually doing. She’s about to sing in front of a panel of judges and to the biggest crowd she’s ever performed to.

“Hi, Hun. What’s your name and where’re you from?”

“M’YN and I’m from Doncaster.”

“And what are you going to sing for us today?”

“Feeling Good by Nina Simone.” A chill runs down her spine at the sound of the crowd making a collective “oooh” sound. The judges all give her a look of suspicion.

“And you’ve rehearsed it?” Simon speaks up for the first time, already being skeptical that she’s going to be bad and embarrass herself.

YN internally laughs because she’s only ever sang the song full out when she’s alone in her car. Well at least it’s going to bring good views if they decide to air her audition tape if she does totally bomb it.

“I did, yeah.”

“Alright then, best of luck to you.”

She hears the first note of the piano ring through the area. She closes her eyes, takes a deep shaky breath in and brings the microphone to her lips. (***)

Birds flying high

You know how I feel

She can already hear some people in the crowd cheer but she drowns them out for now.

Sun in the sky

You know how I feel

Breeze driftin' on by

You know how I feel

This is the start, the beginning of a life-long journey that she can go on; she can almost reach out and touch it.

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

As scared, terrified, as she was, it's starting to fade into the applause and cheers from the crowd.

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know

Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean

YN’s wobbly legs become steady and finds herself taking small steps across the stage, singing to the crowd with a passion within her.

Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean

And this old world is a new world

And a bold world

For me

And I’m feeling good

Was it still silly to think that her dreams of being on stage, singing and playing her guitar to hundreds of people were only that? Simply a figment of her imagination? How can they stay dreams if she’s living it right now? She’s feeding off of the cheers from the crowd and she does a spontaneous riff.

She can get used to this.

Oh I’m feeling so good yeah, oh

Stars when you shine

You know how I feel

Scent of the pine

You know how I feel

She’s reminded of everything and everyone telling her to pursue her dreams, as much as she’ll deny them. While it does give her the positive push she needs, her father’s voice looms in the back of her head.

You’re a waste of space.

You think you’re gonna make it as a singer? You’re pathetic.

You’re not worth it.

Oh, freedom is mine

And I know how I feel

No one is going to drag her down anymore. When she’s on stage, she’s truly free.

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

She’s not anyone’s burden, there’s no crushing weight pushing down on her shoulders. She’s light and she might as well just float away.

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

Yes, I'm feeling good

Good, good

YN puts her hands on her cheeks at the sight of all three judges on their feet, clapping along with the rest of the cheering crowd.

“You are truly incredible.”

“You are absolutely amazing. Well done!”

“Everyone is going to remember the name YN because you are going to be a star.”

She might as well have just passed out right then and there (thank God she didn’t) when she receives all three yeses.

Harry watches as she runs into Louis’s arms. He lifts her from the ground and gives her a spin, both of them laughing in giddiness.

Was it dumb for him to think that she’d run into his arms too? That he’d be right there next to her, congratulating her and telling her how talented she is? He had no doubt in his mind that she could sing given the way she saw her perform last year with her band, but this was on a whole other level. She’s unworldly, he thinks.

...

Harry comes off the stage with a bright smile and he’s immediately surrounded by his family. His mum is a blubbering mess, happy tears trickle down her face and she embraces her son. Over his mum’s shoulder and in the midst of bodies around him, he spots YN in the background. She’s talking with other girls who auditioned today.

After hugging his sister and his other supporters, he makes his way over to her. YN catches his gaze and the second he sees her lips tugging up in a smile, it’s immediately covered up by an unlikely familiar face.

“Harry!” The prissy girl from earlier gives him the widest smile he’s ever seen. She bats her eyelashes at him and her smile turns to a flirty one. “You did such an amazing job at your audition. I was thinking maybe we can hang out a bit after this. Maybe grab something to eat?”

Brea places a hand on his arm and he’s almost repulsed by the action. He’s a little weirded out by it. Aside from the fact that she was clearly only interested in him for his singing, he’d normally feel flattered and flirt back. He’d take her offer and let her inflate his ego further.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t want her.

“Eh, thanks. But maybe some other time.” He feels a bit sad when he sees her face deflate but that quickly goes away when she gives him a roll of her eyes and stomps away. When he finally maneuvers himself around her, the curls on top of his head shake around when he doesn’t see her in her previous spot.

He feels a poke in his shoulder and when he turns around, all the wind seems to get knocked out of his chest as the sight of her.

“Hey.” She gives him a soft smile and has to resist from reaching out to pull her in for a kiss.

Man, what was wrong with him?

“Hi.” He sighs out and YN has the urge to reach out and poke at his dimples.

Man, what was wrong with her?

Since when did she become so lovey dovey to a boy she just met?

“Congrats on getting through to the next round. I expect nothin’ less from the winner of Battle of the Bands.”

“Well, I didn’t get all three yeses like you did.” He says sheepishly only to be met with a rightful shake of her head.

“Fook that judge for saying that. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about. And your mum seems really happy for yeh so that's a plus.”

Harry looks back to see his family all very giddy and happy as they talk to some other families who also had their kids auditioning that day.

“Yeah, I told them not to wear those silly t-shirts. It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“S’not. S’nice to have y’family support you. To show everyone that they care about you and y’dreams. It’s pretty fooking cool.” YN presses her thumb down on her fingers to crack them. Despite her being discreet about it, he notices it almost instantly. He doesn’t point it out or anything but he does wish he could take her hand in his to calm down her nerves. “Hey listen, so this is gonna sound really stupid but is it alright if I take a photo with you?”

“Of course! I mean, I should be asking to take a photo with you. Um, I mean, w-why?” He lets out a breathy chuckle. YN takes a hold of his hand and tugs him over to where her family group is at.

“It’s so I can say I met you before you became famous. Because after what yeh just did, you’re totally gonna be.”

“Your boyfriend won’t be upset with us doing this?”

YN only furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Boyfriend?” But then she follows Harry’s gaze to Louis who’s talking to his mum in a group of people. And he just wants to hide away in a supply closet when she snorts out a laugh. He’s so embarrassed already that he can’t stand his crush laughing at him.

“Louis? He’s definitely not m’boyfriend. We grew up together, more like an annoying ass older brother than anything. And even if he was, why would he get upset? S’not like we’re gonna make out in front of him or anythin’. Louis!”

Harry thinks he might look like a tomato at this point. She just...says anything she wants without any regrets, her bluntness is both uncomfortable and refreshing at the same time. It's addicting hearing her talk. She can say whatever she wants and it just sounds like music to his ears.

After explaining everything to Louis, he gives the curly headed lad a smile. “Hey, mate."

Well, at least it’s nice to know that there’s no need for him to get jealous over the guy she sees as a brother.

“Hi, m'Harry. Your audition was really great. Love the Plain White T’s.”

"Thanks and same to yeh. Y’gave a real good performance out there. Little miss YN over here wouldn't shut up about yo—”

"Okay, that's enough outta you." YN grits her teeth at her best friend who has his hands up in defense, a knowing smile on his face. Harry's not going to lie, hearing that she was talking about him and seeing the tiniest hint of pink on her cheeks makes his heart soar out of his chest and burst into fireworks.

“Alright,” Louis brushes his hair away from his eyes before bringing his mum’s camera to his face. “Let’s see some smiles, yeah? Talking to you, YN.”

She flips him off with a tight lipped smile before standing next to Harry again.

Harry hesitantly puts a hand on her back. He doesn't know what to do with his other hand so he just leaves it by his side. Meanwhile, YN swigs her arm around the tops of his shoulders, pulling him down to her height and hugs him tight. His dimples dig into his cheeks again as he’s basically cheek to cheek with her.

He can certainly get used to this.

“3...2...1!”

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amethyinst · 6 months

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god im thinking gale post war. he's got a kafkaesque middling bureaucrat position on government or perhaps something like 'minister for outreach' or some bs job. mostly there to be the attractive young face of the new government.

his friends are all 40yo rebel leaders turned bureaucrats and posy his 6yo little sister who writes him pen pal letters from district 12 where she is going to school (its an assignment where you write to a pen pal from another district and she was like i pick my brother Comrade Gale Hawthorne Of The Rebellion and the teacher is like well i meant another kid from another district but okay then.)

she's only now learning to write so its mostly little kid stick drawings in her new gel pens he bought her with a note from hazelle asking if he's eating enough and that katniss asked about him. and he reads them crying while getting whiskey drunk at 9pm. and he writes back like hello posy what a lovely drawing tell mummy im doing absolutely fine and please dont bother katniss about me but also is she okay does she talk about me is she happy is she mad please and thank you lovely pen colour by the way.

he is engaged to a female rebel about his age maybe a little older. i have named her evjenny a future dystopia spelling of yevgenia russian form of eugenia meaning 'good breeding'. because its funny to me for him to go full bolshevik. she's from district 5 a slightly wealthier district in comparison to the outliers like 10, 11, 12. she's a little uptight, very type-a, respects gale, loves the state, believes in black-and-white justice. thinks katniss is mostly a propaganda creation and that she's a little weepy but good for morale. has a pet bird she is wanting to teach human language to.

vaguely know each other from the little inter-district rebel communications that coin allowed. coin off-handedly mentioned that she respected her so when The Powers That Be were arranging propaganda couples to marry (they didnt call it that ofc) he was like yeah okay she seems fine.

meet each other at panem galas that are about like fostering relations between the districts. TPTB are like ah gale this is evjenny you are attractive young people you should chat. we did not plan this we did not have several meetings planning this. they bond over hating all the former capitol turned rebel folks.

evjenny (evjen for short, she says, because it is efficient) mentions that she enjoyed gale more than katniss in the propos because gale was an 'actual working man' as opposed to katniss (who is the equivalent of a kardashian to her). and gale is like. Eye twitch. thank you. i enjoyed when you organised that power plant to get blown up and she goes thank you it did take a lot of work. she is not joking she's just a very serious person. they go on like five 'dates' (paparazzi outings) and they agree to marry with a handshake three months after meeting. (there is a more official ceremony where evjen pops the question on tv with a sensible steel ring)

their marriage is like an absolute flop cos gale has a drinking problem and evjen is like if a robot was a 15yo girl and that 15yo girl got parentified because the russian revolution happened. she's not even like jealous about katniss at first until it becomes insanely obvious that gale has like deified / villainised katniss in his head not even deliberately she just represents the past/future he can never have. so evjen is like okay but why cant you just repress it better why are you making it my problem? this is not important we are literally rebuilding a government and you are getting winedrunk over your childhood situationship Man Up.

they have a daughter the first year of marriage who plutarch wanted to name peace but he got outvoted and they (evjen and gale but also The Powers That Be) settled on pax. gale calls her sweetpea :) pax hawthorne is kind of a child star from birth which evjen is fine with cos its for The Greater Good but gale is like. This Is What They Did To Katniss. but he cant say that because he banned all mentions of her.

after a few years of fail marriage they choose to get pregnant again to try and save it (BAD IDEA) and they have another daughter. The Naming Committee was a nine month process all the way till the fuckn day of childbirth. they wanted something evocative of olive branch imagery. olivia was considered but they vetoed it cos it sounded too capitol (plutarch was miffed about it and left that committee) then olive but since that's the skin colour they vetoed that too even though gale liked it. eventually went with dove :) because gale has apparently not had enough damn birds in his life

i think they do divorce once an appropriate amount of time has passed where its not bad optics. gale 3Ds (drunk, divorced, dilf) is very important to me. anyway this post is long enough my bad

#gale hawthorne #the hunger games #thg

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waywardsalt · 1 year

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im actually going to tear into totk’s dragon’s tears/ memories rn bc i remember feeling distinctly unsatisfied with them when i got all of them so im just going to write some general bullet points about them, about what i dislike or maybe what i do actually like about them, leaving out both master sword scenes and the mummydorf one because i’m here to talk about the stuff in the past not that

- off the bat (i play this game in english btw so all of this is based on the english text and translation i am aware some stuff is slightly different in other languages) im not really a fan of how the descriptions of all of the tears is just a literal description of what happens?? i think my issue with it is that some of the text is a little bit too in depth, as in it just tells you literally everything about the scene. this might be nitpick-y but i personally dont like it

- what’s up with zelda saying ‘but that must mean...!’ at the end of the scene. is it suggesting that she’s made the realization that rauru and sonia are the first king and queen of hyrule? because they literally tell her that like ten seconds before. i guess it’s suggesting she’s realizing she’s in the past but... idk the texts says ‘she’s left startled by a suspicion that she’s heard those names before’ yeah theyre the first king and queen of hyrule?? they tell her that. they tell her their names and that they are the first leaders of hyrule is she just now connecting the dots that she’s in the past? that’s what the next cutscene implies. but all of the surrounding dialogue and the description don’t suggest that that’s what she’s realizing i feel like this was kind of muddled in the translation

- why did sonia elbow rauru he was just standing weird he didnt say anything this isnt a nitpick im just confused. is it because he’s not being very empathetic towards what zelda’s going through? she elbows him and then she goes and talks to zelda why even elbow rauru. ordinarily you elbow someone like that if you mean for them to go do something why elbow someone if you’re going to do the thing you want anyways

- why doesnt zelda offer to help with the purah pad or anything like that. what happened to her sheikah tech fascination from botw. not even as someone actually familiar with the technology who could give mineru some points as to how it works

- what are sonia and zelda doing behind rauru when he shoots that insane fucking beam at the mulduga swarm they’re clearly doing something with their stones but like... are they amplifying rauru’s power somehow?? what do time powers have to do with the beam of light i dont- what were they doing please the text description only mentions him using his powers so are sonia and zelda just... supporting his powers? idk man

- dragon tear #5 is a whole can of worms with its worse-than-oot reenactment of that one scene from oot. why the focus on sonia and her tear btw. i mean yeah she dies to motivate rauru and zelda but like. why not aim for the new girl who probably doesn’t know how to use it as much and is probably more likely to be separate from the king who can shot insane lasers. im really not a fan of this scene for how strongly the game sides with rauru and zelda being passive and judgemental but ganondorf is literally the best part of it there’s a lot of character in just how he picks up his sword and stands up to leave

- putting memories 6 and 7 together just because of how there was just. no fucking care put into the idea of zelda learning to use her time powers. memory 6 zelda talks about wanting to use her time powers and sonia gives her tips on how she could use it and visualize the use of it and then in memory 7 she can just use it perfectly with great control and timing. why even bother talking about her nothing yet understanding how to use it when the very next scene she just uses it like it’s nothing. how much time has passed we get nothing to show us zelda trying to practice this power just. nope. she’s good she can use it perfectly. also more awkward dialogue sonia saying ‘what a picture zelda paints of him’ as she is. looking directly at zelda. change the line to like, ‘what a picture you paint of him’ she is literally looking right at zelda so why would she say it like that

- generally i feel like memory six should have been before 4 and 5 (4 being where she uses some power to... support??? rauru and it being before memory 5 so that there isnt this weird break in between the memories concerning ganondorf.) memory 6 does not have anything to do with memory 4 or 5 so just put it earlier so there isnt a weird shift in focus between the two big ganondorf scenes

- good god they introduce the idea of sonia and zelda being aware of ganondorf using a fake zelda but theres literally nothing about it having been a problem or them having experience or like. anything. they just TELL you that they know and suggest that it’s been like. a thing for a bit??? also obligatory ganondorf’s face model rigging is fucked comment he’s still the best part

- the pacing of these memories is just weird in general, memories 7 and 8 being separate but the same scene is strange when other memories are long as fuck but cover one event each, plus theres clearly barely any passage of time between memories 7 and 8 it almost feels like they were split up to fill space or just because otherwise it’d be... too long? man idk

- ‘queen sonia needs you!’ girl she is DEAD good fucking luck doing anything to help her

- ganondorf’s horse and its armor both look sick as fuck i really wish you got to see more of it outside the memory it appears in

- everything about the original sages honestly sucks. they aren’t characters they’re just walking macguffins. they have no names and are not relevant or mentioned or make any appearance until they are needed by the story. why does the zora sage talk about getting word about the attacked gerudo village in this scene when like. they’ve all met up and have clearly. been together for a bit. when she gives them the news it’s clearly the first they’ve heard of it... but... why would she wait until this moments to give this info unless for the benefit of the player watching the scene. why does the ZORA sage have this news and not... the gerudo sage?? what’s with the masks. they’re all made of zonaite or whatever sure theyre gifts from rauru but like. i hate that it kind of denotes them being subservient and lower than him and the zonai. honestly i really hate this scene in general mostly because of the uncomfortable showing of how rauru absolutely holds power over them and despite them being leaders as well they are expected to be wholly blindly loyal to him. rauru only gives them these stones when he needs their aid and they swear loyalty too him soon after but you also see that sonia and mineru have stones, too, so they’re clearly withholding these things despite it being kind of reasonable for him to give each race their own secret stone as further proof of their pact? there is so much shit to be said about the imperialistic themes or whatever in this fucking story and i really hate it

- i do kinda like how the next scene shows you that the one rock in the corner of that first hidden room in the forgotten temple is sonia’s grave

- zelda’s phrasing and description of how she and link found ganondorf is weird to me ‘he’s still alive’ ‘he lives on’ girl that was a mummy. he was not moving until you got there. he’s undead at best as far as you know. this is def a nitpick but eh. also the reliance on link is a... bit odd when zelda does not actually know that link is safe until she gets the master sword. its fine but still. also her shell-shocked expression after rauru talks about her being in the past for a reason is a bit... it doesn’t fit her emotion it’s kind of similar to the expression she had when sonia was killed

- the memory about the imprisoning war starts with practically the whole story up until now being repeated back to you by mineru with a decent amount of bias on mineru’s part and while it’s fine because of some of the extra stuff you learn but it does a lot more telling rather than showing when it comes to the actual imprisoning war and... idk the whole thing about their ‘fight’ kind of falls flat when you don’t actually see any fighting you just see that the sages have gotten their asses beat. i think it would have been a little interesting if in the god-awful repetitive sage-awakening scenes they had actually showed you the og sages fighting ganondorf instead of just. slow-mo freeze-frames for whatever. once again ganondorf if the best part of the scene

- the rest of the memories are fine idc

i get the feeling that the japanese-to-english translation was either all-around rough or somehow rushed, because some of the phrases in the game as well as some of the dialogue is really awkward and... could have been better. i don’t know how it works but it feels like a lot of it was very literal, direct translation and no one at noa thought that it ought to be tweaked just a little bit

these memories also do a fuck-ton of telling rather than showing and it really is like they don’t really trust you to connect the dots, and some of it does come off like they either didn’t want to make more memories or ran out of time or something. i felt like the memory of ganondorf just summoning his monsters and riding on his cool horse could have been a bit longer to actually show us the forces of hyrule fighting him and having a hard time with it

a lot of the character animations doesn’t have a whole lot of personality to them, ganondorf is the character who had the most distinct and interesting movements. rauru and sonia had their... singular movement (rauru putting a hand to his chin and sonia taking zelda’s hands) and zelda was kind of just... standing around and reacting to stuff, and neither mineru nor any of the other sages had any really interesting animations asides from mineru’s coughing fit in memory 16 (plus her reclining chair that was a nice touch). very few of their movements really express anything about the characters besides some really baseline values or traits.

the ordering of some memories is kind of odd, the excessive flashbacks in memory 17 are a bit much, the telling rather than showing, the sometimes awkward dialogue, a lot of the scenes are characters just... talking at each other, you don’t actually see very much of hyrule in the past or any characters beyond the main four, and it really did nothing to actually get me to care about these characters at all.

tldr i dont like totk’s dragon tears

#i didnt want to revisit this game but the memories in totk bother me. once im done with this tho i can go read my new volumes of berserk #salty talks #loz #legend of zelda #totk #literally the narrative of this game dragged the rest of the game through mud for me so im going to complain abt it more #any time i wanted to rewatch a part of a scene i have to sit through a few minutes of bullshit just to get to the point.#these things are so long and barely anything happens in them #half of these cutscenes are just characters standing around and talking theres so little actual character to most of the character movements #ganondorf has the most emotive and distinct movements in all of these scenes #they have the most personality and you get the most variety. with rauru and sonia its just. shes gentle n motherly hes uhhhh arrogant king #honest to god. i miss linebeck. i miss the way he was animated and the sheer amount of personality they gave him in every cutscene #fuck man i miss botw's memories. despite them being shorter (i'm pretty sure) i feel like there was more essence to them. more character #listen. i understand that gamedev is hard and so is writing and animating but like. this game is seventy fucking dollars.#despite him being so disappointingly one-note. ganondorf was the most interesting fucking character in these memories #finding the dragon's tears was fun but actually watching them was lame af #hey remember those posts i made about ph's cutscenes? maybe its the autism but i feel like i couldnt write those paragraphs abt totk #ig just. ph is my special interest and i have a negative bias against totk. if you think im dead wrong about this stuff go ahead.#i dont blame anyone for taking my words with a grain of salt. come to your own conclusions. if oyu like totk's memories cool!#anyways im done bye im gonna read berserk. which actually has a nuanced story and world and characters and a multi-faceted villain #totk spoilers #bitching abt totk

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returnnofdamac · 1 year

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It was a good day Pt 1

Max Mayfield x Y/n Harrington

The nice warm air of summer flowed through max's bedroom window, waking her up in a good mood.

Y/n rose from her bed quickly, sweating from the sun beating right down on her face since her bed was right infront of the window.

Max showered in warm water, then got ready before heading out to meet the party at Mikes house.

Y/n went to shower and there wasn't any hot water, 'Steve must have used it all'. When she was finished she got ready and headed out but noticed that her board was wobbly. As she skated, the board slipped from under her feet and she landed on her back, knocking the wind from her as a truck drove right over her, trying to come to a stop as the tires screeched. Y/n shakily climbed from under the truck and headed to the curb, still shooken up that she almost died. The driver was asking if she was okay, checking her for any injuries. She assured the man she was okay and picked up her board, walking to mikes instead of skating. She made it in 20 minutes, knocking on the door. Nancy opened the door, smiling widely when she saw the younger harrington. "Hey, Y/n. You okay? You're bleeding." Nancy noticed that Y/n's jeans were ripped on the knee from the truck scraping it, blood seeping out the cut. "Im fine Nance. Is Mike home?" Nancy shook her head. "No they left to the mall a while ago. Come in, we need to wrap that." Nancy dragged Y/n in and cleaned the cut before wrapping it. "You want a ride to the Mall? It's my day off and I dont mind?" Nancy offered to which Y/n agreed.

After the oldest wheeler sibling dropped y/n off she headed back home. y/n went straight to scoops and saw steve at the front. "Hey, Steve." "Hey, your friends just went through the back. You can catch up to them if you run." Steve informed her to which she shook her head. "I think im gonna stay in the back with you and rob. Not feeling too good." Steve nodded and turned back to the customer, scooping whatever flavor they wanted. y/n went to the back and saw robin listening to a cassette tape, probably some language she was learning. "Hey, Rob" She said, waving at the older girl. "Hey, Harrington. What's wrong with you?" "I dont know. Just a bad day?" Y/n sighed and sat, putting her arms crossed on the table to rest her head. She slowly drifted off to sleep as she listened to Robin repeat whatever language she was listening to.

"y/n

Y/nnn

Y/N!"

Y/n woke up quickly, looking up to see Steve standing with his jacket on and Robin reading some magazine. "Come on, let's go home." He put his arm around her shoulders, as a kind of hug. "Eddie munson coming over?" Y/n asked, Steve had been sneaking the Munson freak into the house when their parents were out of town. "Nope. Not today. Just Rob." Y/n nodded and entered the back of the car, letting robin sit in the front. Steve and Robin talked about the customers that seemed to bother them and how robin almost fought a girl who slapped steve.

Once the three arrived, Y/n went straight to her room. Why did today have to be such a shitty day. Suddenly, the house phone rang. It was answered by steve and Y/n listened to whatever was being said. "Hello, this is the harringtons residence, Steve speaking...Yeah...Max? Yeah Yeah hold on. Y/n! Phone!" Y/n looked at the phone in her room and picked it up, putting it to her ear. "Hello?" The voice on the other side spoke. "Max? What's up?" Y/n responded, laying down. "Hey. Just wanted to talk to you i guess. Didnt see you today and kinda missed you, stalker." Y/n blushed and smiled widely. "Missed me?" "Yeah. Dont tell the others though. Anyway, do you wanna hang out? maybe have a sleepover?" Y/n smiled wider, if even possible. "Yeah! i mean..yeah. At mine or yours?" "Mine. Nobody is home so its just gonna be me and you." "Alright i'll be there in 10."

Y/n waved off Steve and Robin who waved back, as he drove away from Maxs house. The young harrington knock, a quiet 'coming!' heard behind the door. It was then opened by max who quickly engulfed y/n into a hug. "hey, maxine." the redhead punched y/ns shoulder and dragged her inside before closing the door. "Dont call me that!" Max said with a smile. Y/n laughed and followed the shorter girl to her room. She admired the posters and look of the room. y/n wasnt really invited over due to her brother and billys rivalery and he just didnt like y/n due to her skating in the street and being hit by his car, bending the hood.

Max and y/n had watched different movies while eating pizza and max had grown tired. "Ready to sleep?" Y/n asked. "No no, we can finish the movie." "Max," Y/n pointed to the screen," its been over. Thats the credits." Y/n laughed at max who was already snoring. Y/n stood from the bed and laid on her sleeping bag, which was on the floor next to the bed. She had decided to put it next to the window instead of the door, so when billy entered he wouldnt be able to see her sleeping in the room.

"Max i know shes here somewhere!" Billys booming voice woke up Y/n who realized clothes were thrown on her to make it look like she wasnt there. Billy walked out the room, "If shes not here, whos board is this?!" shit. y/n knew she wouldnt see that board again but if she didnt take it home, steve would ask where it was and if she tells on billy, shes dead. Once billy exited the room again, arguing with max, y/n slipped her shoes on and flannel before getting off the floor, spotting her board on maxs floor. She approached it and grabbed it, looking forward to see billy at the end of the hallway. "Got you!" He began to run, to which she slammed the door and locked it, running to the window before diving out, landing on her arm and a loud snap being heard. y/n quickly stood and ignored the pain, sprinting off the lawn and down the street, billy behind her. y/n kept running, max skating behind billy to catch up, shouting for him to stop. y/n ran towards a tree and climbed it, Billy following her anyway. "Fuck off! Leave me alone!" Billy laughed, "Im going to hurt you real bad harrington!" Y/n climbed a branch and tried to jump on a roof of a house but billy shook the branch, making her fall, barley grabbing onto the house. She pulled herself up and got on the roof, running and hopping down and heading down a different street. She looked behind her and noticed billy was gone so she stopped to catch her breath. a loud engine made her head snap backwards to see billy driving quickly down the street with max in the passenger side. "Fuck Youuuuu!!" Y/n shouted, jumping over another fence and running into woods, billys shouting being heard. Y/n reached a farm and tried to run through without being noticed but a loud gunshot made her drop to the floor. She wasnt hit but it was a warning shot. Footsteps approached her and they were the boots of Jim Hopper.

"I'm telling you, i fell on it!" Y/n said, referring to her arm. "Alright but who were you running from?" Y/n looked at hopper who had a stern look on his face and she just said, "a dog" Y/n had went home with steve who lectured her and told her she was grounded. She had also gotten a cast for her arm since it did break. Once home, Y/n laid in her bed, tired from running. Y/n heard something hit her window so she looked out to see max and dustin, waving at her. she opened the window and they climbed in, dustin to check on y/n and max to apologize. "Look, im sorry max but i dont think i can hang out with you anymore unless we are here. I dont want billy killing me." Max nodded, understanding that billy was a pain in the ass already. Dustin offered some comics for y/n who took them. "Can i talk to you alone?" Max asked, pointing to her bathroom. Y/n nodded and headed to the bathroom with max. once the door closed, max began to sob. "What happened?" Y/n asked, concerned. "Its billy. He said hes gonna make sure i dont see you again. The only reason i can right now is because hes out with neil. But he will kill you, hes crazy." "What are you saying?" Max looked into y/ns eyes and gave her a cheek kiss before opening the door and heading out, telling dustin it was time to leave. "Wait, max!" but she was already leaving, dustin waving at his best friend. Y/n watched her walk away and slammed the window.

#max mayfield x reader #max mayfield #max mayfield imagine

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thatcheeseycandle · 8 days

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//OKAY IVE RRBLOGGED THE CHAPTER AND YEAH YHE TITLE CARD ITS REACTION TIME

(Note: I may not write down all of my reactions due to them being mainly blurt outs of words and such)

Im sorry GROUNDSMANS COTTAGE???? 👀 NAHNAHAHHSBDKAAA IM ALREADY YEAH IM EXPLODING RAKAJAOAOAIDHFNC

What WHAT WHATA WDYM SAYS GOODBYE WAIT NO NO OKAY LOOK PAUSE SIT EAIT I MEAN LOOK WE ALL HATED MALLARD A LITYLE BIT AT SOME POINT BUT GOOD GOSH WE ALREADY GOT SO MANY DEATHS-

And eait BLEUPETRTO WDYM COMPANION. WAIY OKAY YEAH IM IM LOOKING

Im sorry Ig otta pause brfore reading to just admire YHE TITLE CARD GOOD GOSH ITS GORGEOUS

To be fair as far as I can remember we didnt exactly get too many solid images on locations from the canon BUT GOD ITS WORTH THE EAIT LOOK AT THAT COTTAGE!! AMAZING

Okay OKAY WAIT BLUE PETER wait MAYFLOWER MAYFLOWER AND AAAAAAASBFYJAAJOAOAOSJFNF GOD OKAY IM YEAH ITS INTERESTING THAT ITS WELSH YEAH

Cant blame you Blue Peter I learned the Welsh language through the Great Westerns HGAHAHAHDGDGDV OR YEAH ATLEAST RESEARCHING THE GWR OF COURSE

AYYYY LETS GOOO WIN WIN FOR MAYFLOWER NOW THATS NICE TO HEAR

Ay wait LMS??? 👀 WELL. YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERYDAY I SUPPOSE

"If Arrow didn't even bother with you, you knew that you had been an outcast." WELL DANG AIGHT YEAH THATS CERTAINLY SOME KNOWLEDGE.

Im sorry NRW TAILWAY????? NEW RAILWAY WAIT. OKAY RIGHT. NOTED THEN NOTED

Okay OKAY HOLD ON THERE BLUE PETER AIGHT. Okay yeah that is true yknow a black sheep in a field of white sheep YEAH ITS UNDERSTANDABLE

"We're just engines doing our best despite everything, Blue Peter, sir." give mr a minute MAYFLOWER YOU SWEET LITRLE. AIFHDJOKAY.

And good gosh okay THE CRANE WIVES IS PLAYING. And god BLUE OETER LOOK HES YEAH. Man idk IM JUST IM FRELING SAD FOR BLUE OETER LIKE THE GUY JUST YEAH HES THAT.

insert me just clutching onto a pillow so much cause Im just IM SAD FOR THESE TWO THEYRE TRAGIC OKAY

Mayflower MAYFLOWER GOD- MAY GOD GIVE HER AND BLUE OETER THE BEST THEY JUST THEY DESERVE IT OKAY THEY DO

Wait ducks. DUCKS MALLARDS WIAT WIAKALJD

Wait WIA TIEA TIB LONG LOST ENGINES THE THEORR MY THEOFYAJKA ITS CONFIRMEDM????????? NO FUCKING WAY EAIT. IM SHOCKED EAIT WAIT EIAT.. IT MIGHTVE BEDN CONFIRMED????? THAT THE MALLARD HAVE ENGINE SOULS???????

Eaiy HOD FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE OF THE MALLARDS EHO SAID THAT LAHAGAHGDJDBF PROTEUS

Wait. Give me a minute I gotta read this like eyes locked onto the screen

Insert me reading silently just taking in every single emotion

This is the bit THIS IS THE BIT WAIT ITS THE BIT THE LITTLE PEEK

Insert me yet again getting deep into the emotions cause GOD THIS HURTA

He killed Doncaster. OKAY EAIT. HE KILLED ONE OF THE A1/A3s??? OKAY YES I EXPECTED IT BUT THEN LIKE DONCASTER????????

No no. NO. WAIY WAIT. NORTH?????? THE FUCK DO UOU MEAN FUSION WAIT IS NORTH A HYBRID TOO??????? WHAT IS HAPPEMING???????

Im sorry he nearly died from trying to beat Mallards record? Im. God WHAT

Insert absolute silence as Im yeah Im just reading as my brain tries to hold onto whats last of my sanity

"I just wish you had been a better person"

Crying counter: 1

wELL ATLEAST. YEAH TYDFILS HERE.

(Im not okay God that line just IT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD IT HITS SO HARD AT HOME.)

Ay AY AY AY LISTEN HERE NOE SHE EAS JUST GOING OUT LIKE YKNOW A WALK. SOMETHING I THINK YOUD NEED

Exactly EXACTLY PERCY EXACTLY

"I always seem to need help though" okay WHO HURT BAKU ON THIS. WHO HURT- GOD THAT HITS HARD.

Yeah YEAH GO WITH EHM TYDFIL!! SHE DESERVES A BREAK DEF DEF

AUFHGSGIDHFH GOD THIS BIT IS YEAH ITS DEF GONNA BE A FAV DEF ITS GONNA BE SOMETHING NICE TO LOOK BACK ON

Wait. Olivia for FOR FUCKS SAKE OLIVIA- SHE NEEDS TO REST LIKE GOD OLIVIA YOU NEED TO REST YOU GOT AN UNBORN BABY INSIDE OF YOU RRST UP

EXACTLY POLLY EXACTLY FOR GODS SAKE EXACTLY

Waiy. WAIT WRLL???? A GOLD DUST WELL OR????? I SWEAR TO GOD IF NORTH PULLED A BATMAN HIDEOUT RN

Damn. Okay right- I mean I do have some theories on if Merry did yknow yeah mother Olivia but good gosh THATS CALLED DENIAL.

Ay AY AY AY POLLY DONT NONONONONONOO POLLY I SWEAR NO NO NO

Ay WAIT TERURBLERJHSJAIAOA THEORY CONFIRMED YES

Theory confirmation counter: 2

WE WIN THESE THINGS WOOOOOOOO OKAY WE GOT CONFIRMATION YES

Wait IM SORRY GOLD DUST TORCHES????? NO WAY THATS SO AOFJFIFI THATS SO FITTING????

Oh so thats how you spell mediavael.

Woah. WOAH WOAH WOAH AY WAIT WAIT PAUSE LET ME GET INTO THIS UNIVERSE RQ RQ- NO FUCKING WAY. HOW MUCH FREE TIME DID THIS MAN HAVE GOOD GOSH???????

No way NORTH HE WAIY. WAIT EIAT HE. ALL THESE ENGINES GOOD GOSH. HUNDREDS?????

Holy God ROOSTER ROOATAKAOAOAOSKDJX OHFNAUAPAOAOAOAOADB F HEDID HE DID REVIVE ROOSTER HE DID AAAAJFHAKAOAOOAHDDB

Theory Confirmed counter: 3

Im sorry A V2???????? AY AY. THAT MEANS WAIT AAYAYYSDJCJFOOWIS LETS GO WE GOT ANOYHER V2 GUYS LETS GOOOOAHAJAOOADBX VOSKAOAKAKA

ColdthTSHRKAISVD

OHMDYAIAOAGAAGHAHDC ITS COLDSTREAMER YALL ITS COLDATEAMRHHRKAJAHAAAAAAA

ITS HER LET DGO

Wait POLLY NO EAIT POLLY- WHAT ON RARTH IS GOING ON????? WHAT WAIG WIA YSILVER SOULSBWOSUGOAJAAAAAAAA

AILVER SOULS THERES SILVER SOULS NO WYA WAIT. GOD WAIY WAIT LEATHER BOUND BOOKS COULD ONE OF THEM BE NORTHS JOURNAL?????

Merry. MERRY HAMPFON. MERRY WAIT NO NO WAIT WYYEHS YES RIGHT MERRY. Okay I swear SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN THE GDCS AND MERRY I SWEAR TO FUCK SOMETHING HAPPENED

Wait. That eas Merry's engine, and Polly's soul started to react to it like it had black smoke or something. SOMETHING FUCKING HAPPENED-

Ojay my eyes may be blurry BUT GOD IM YEAH ITS THEORY TIME GUYS. Ill make sure to note down this chapter, def a big big bitch to uncover lore wise. And I thought my revival theory would be bigger than the Mother Merry theory, BUT I WAS WRONG

Ay GREAT WESTERNS ITS THE WRSTERNS

AWIRJFHFHD HAMILTON MISSED MALLARD- Okay look I knew she had a friendship with Mallard to a certain level BUT I NEVER KNEW THEY WERE THIS CLOSE LIKE BEST FRIENDS IN A WAY

AAASGDHHFHDGAHAHHAHDVC WE GOT A NEW DUO YOU LOT SO CHIN UP FOR FLUFF

Exactly EXACTLY WE DONT TOLERATE MAYFLOWER HATE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD

TARGET THE HATE TO MS PARSONS NLANG /DEJK

If Im being quite honest Im just I CAN HEAR MY HEART POUNDING. EVEN WITH MUSIC ON I LITERALLY CAN HEAR IT CRYSTAL CLEARLY- GOD THIS CHAOTER WAS. WAS CERTAINLY A WAKR UP CALL DEF.

But all in all A GREAT READ YET AGAIN!! Gosh Im yeah I GUESS I HAVE PLANS FOR THE WEEKEND NOW LMAOSIDHDB

#ay wait a fuckin minute HOW DID NORTH- WAIT WAIT.#yiau: reviews of readers!#cheesyversial rants #ttte young iron au (??)#ttte young iron au

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Hii how are you?<3

Do you mind if I ask you some any suggestions/ideas for something I might do in the future? This is a Mini-AU where Soap and Ghost have adopted two children, a little girl and a little boy (both are around 10-11 years old), however the little girl is obviously very scared to be at the house of two 'strangers' so I wanted to ask you...How Ghost and Soap are going to act on this, so how are they going to make her feel at home (The girl's name is Olivia and she's from Russia).

(I hope I write it well because English isn't my first language, and that I'm not bother you, I suffer from anxiety so it is a bit difficult for me to ask for anything.😅)

hii!! first of all, please dont be afraid to ask me anything! im happy to talk to you guys :DD

onto the question, i think i have some ideas:

soap: i personally see him as a very good cook, so maybe he'd try to warm up to her by making her some delicious treats (maybe cakes, cookies, and her favorite foods). he’d be a great dad too i’m sure, maybe a little chaotic at times but i think kids like that? i dont know, but he for sure would do a family game night or something where he pulls the family together to play some board games or something like that! (ghost thinks it’s stupid, but if the kids like it he’ll play along). then, i feel like he’d do a good job at being there for olivia, comforting her whenever she needs it but giving her enough space as to not scare her. he also loves play fighting!

ghost: he’d be just as unsure as the kids are at first, they both need warming up to each other but i think he has the potential to be a great dad! i feel like he really tries to be better than his dad was and if he ever fails he beats himself up for it but soap is there to tell him mistakes happen and that he’s fine. he’d be a good listener and he’d read the kids bedtime stories, stuff like that. olivia always falls asleep quickly, sometimes even in ghost's lap and it makes him feel very very proud. he’d have a bit of trouble expressing himself at times but he truly does love his kids, and he couldn’t be happier with his life. he’d also love to show the kids little tricks around the house for their futures (simple stuff like how to clean the dishes properly, laundry, etc.) he’d also be a great hugger i dont make the rules💪 ghost would definitely be that dad that just spoils their kids with toys and stuff so that’s nice!

bonus: i think it’d be sweet if soap and ghost tried to put some effort into learning some russian to make her feel more at home, and to help with the language barrier a bit. it’s very chaotic and often times the accents are VERY HEAVY so olivia ends up not understanding them anyways but she appreciates the sentiments😭

i hope this answered your question and gave you a little inspiration idk, this was really fun to think about so thank you for the prompt!!! i didnt proof read it so im really sorry if it makes no sense :'DD

(ps: your english is great! <33)

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donanimee · 8 months

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A Silent Voice its an anime movie based on a manga of the same name that, while many might look it like a romance movie, its mostly about redemption, overcoming trauma and social anxiety, facing and living with your past, and the true meaning of friendship.

I was impressed with how they handled the trauma and agnst parts to the point that they are relatable and make the characters feel human and realistic especially from the trauma victim's point, like how Shoya looked at everyone with an X on their faces. And i found the sign language interesting, even if its the japanese sign language.

The hardest parts for me to watch were the bullying scenes, who am i kidding no one likes to see a child go through that, even in movies. And some kids can be that cruel in real life too, and i know because i have an aunt and uncle who were teachers and were relieved when they retired since let me tell you their students were the hardest to handle, one even stabed my aunt in the hand with a pencil.

And it also bothers me that the teacher didnt even did something to stop the bullying almost as if he didnt notice or wasnt part of his job, it even reminded me of the middle school teacher of Izuku Midoriya from MHA, only that there it was a bit worse.

The thing that hooked me in my mind the most was the friendship part of the film. Especially the former friendship between Shoya Ishida, Kazuki Shimada, and Keisuke Hirose. These three were the balanced trio: the Daredevil, The Carefree guy, and the Comic Relief. And were the main bullies of Shoko Nishimiya. But then things took a twist when Shoko's bullying was brought up by the teacher and the people who Ishida thought of as his best friends put the blame on him in order to save themselves from punishment due to apathy, cowardice and fear, and acted as if they were never his friends to the point that they even bullied him and turned him into a complete outcast and loner, with Kazuki being his main bully, in fact he makes the most appearances than Hirose. This character hooked me the most, who knew a star student and carefree guy could turn out to be so cold, cruel and blind to his faults, like in his mind he didnt do anything wrong. Talk about trials and bad situations showing someone's true colors. From my pov, the bullying he and Hirose put Ishida through was even worse than the one Shoko went through. And even in Middle School he still made his life difficult by telling everyone of his bullying and left him with absolutely no friends at all, making him drown even more in his trauma, loneliness, and guilt over his past actions and their consequences.

It also made him wonder what friendship even was because he didnt know what that was anymore after he lost all hope of reconnecting with his old friends. He explained that he only understood them because they always did what he thought they would and wanted them to do, but after that and his changed thoughts and feelings he doenst even understand them anymore, especially after learning from Naoka that they rescued him from the river but only because it was the right thing to do rather than wanting to make up with him, especially because they didnt seem to change after that and even told Naoka to not tell Ishida and mind her own business.

Naoka is what many would say "the love rival" in this film due to her one sided love for Ishida and jealousy towards Shoko and seeing her as a threat to her feelings for him, even putting the blame of what happened to him on her and that if she had never rattled them out or even went to their school Ishida wouldnt have gone through that hell and lost his friends. They called it one sided because of her feelings towards him but without considering his feelings and choices and doing stuff more out of her own benefit and self guilt for what she did in Elementary school. Especially her desire for things to being back to what they were before, mostly Ishida's old friendships due to her (failed) attempts to try to make them meet up and reconciliate.

Honestly i admire her hope for those three making amends, but just like Ishida learned to face and be at peace with his past, she needs to learn and accept that things will never be like they were before and that some relationships cant easily or never be mended by "locking two people in a room". She cant rush or force those three to be friends again by setting encounters between them, this is a step they need to take on their own choice and will, and if they are even willing to make amends and are willing to change or not, just like she "forced" herself to change and made a peace truce with Shoko. And also follow the "advice" Shimada gave her to "mind her own business" because in a way their issues and broken relationship aren't something she should meddle with even if she only wants help, and he told her the same when he told her to keep quiet about them saving Ishida from the river so neither she got her (false) hopes too high or Ishida getting the wrong idea. Some people and things just never change.

While the films ends in the Cultural Festival and doesnt include the film arc, the manga shows what happened after that and ends in chapter 62 at the time for the Coming of Age Ceremony which its like a school reunion convention, and ends just as Ishida and Nishimiya open the door to their elementary school reunion ready to face their painful past , which may includ etheir old classmates and possibly teachers, together as equals. We dont know how that might had turned out, fans can only imagine what could had happened, the most probable, if the classmates had matured or moved on/ forgotten the past or not, that everyone could have stared at them for a moment in a bit of shock before minding their own business with their friends and family and maybe get a few stares or whispers or just being ignored. We dont know if he encountered or interacted with Kazuki( if he managed to come from studying in France and Ishida even asked for his email t see if he would come so he could talk to him) or Hirose, whom we saw a glimpse of him entering the room with his wife and child and whom we dont know much about due to his few appearances in the story (honestly i think he has more chances of having matured and changed than Kazuki and who knows if the river accident did affected him somehow) or if they are even worthy of his forgiveness, but even if he manages to confront, talk, and make peace with them or not its ok, because he gained even much more true friends than the ones he lost and wont have to worry of confronting his past and the challenges ahead by himself and living a lonely life ever again. And after a long timw since elementary school, he finally found peace, happiness, and love.

#a silent voice #naoka ueno #shoya ishida #kazuki shimada #keisuke hirose #shoko nishimiya

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