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faroreswinds · 2 years

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Azure Gleam - Chapter 5

Since I am literally going on a trip today, I am going to start doing chapter by chapter updates for now. Else updates will take a while. So I’ll post chapter 5 notes and answer some anons before I start my long drive....

Still working on the last part of my Golden Wildfire final review.

Has access to Gatekeeper’s paralogue

Sees level recommended

Lv130

Story

Lonato is very beloved by his people so they joined his cause by volunteering. However… they have no formal training. They will likely die

Cyril is here and… now he’s gone. Rhea is in a different city. :/ That sucks. At least Seteth and Flayn are here. And apparently, most of those in the other city are elderly.

Felix doesn’t really have a preference of a response to his words, but…. he’s still being a jerk. :/

Despite being busy, Dimitri still trains every day with his men

Duscur people are fighting with us, that’s cool

Mercedes points out

Petra likes it when you say the Empire will be there alongside Lonato (but it could just be she likes your honesty).

Someone killed an assassin who was going to kill Dimitri and hung his head out for all to see (… Dedue? Maybe? …. Not sure).

Count Rowe, the little weathervine

Dorothea appears in a side map

Similar map that we saw in SB, but kinda the other side this time.

So... why IS Dorothea here?

Miklan comes now?! Huh.... There wasn’t much build up for that.

“I’d never betray my duty to the Kingdom” Yeah, about that Ashe....

And Lonato is ded.

Not the most exciting chapter

Ah, so Dimitri hired Miklan. Even Felix is like wtf. Miklan’s father even trained him after they captured him, lol.

Dimitri has a point. They can’t rely on Relics forever or on them alone.

Lol, Miklan does NOT have a choice. And at least Sylvain got a say.

Yes, Dimitri’s reasoning isn’t undone, but Ingrid’s right that he still did the things he did, even if his life could have been different had he been born with a crest

Similar lesson here for Dimitri that Claude sort of had - “talk to your allies”. But not quite the same. “Let us in your scheme!” versus “don’t shoulder burdens on your own” are not equal

Byleth also was an enemy here, but it didn’t feel as impactful as the other routes yet. Or at least, not to me.

God DAMN it we lost Count Rowe again.

Hmm... Slithers?

Yup, Slithers.

Supports

Felix and Ingrid C- Felix carries around his bother’s spur. And he gives it to Ingrid? That’s sweet. And Glenn told Ingrid first about becoming a knight? Glenn…. He must have really looked forward to being her husband one day.

Felix and Rodrigue C - Interesting that Felix can’t force the lords under the his territory to do things. And wow, the music changed at a drop of a hat. Wow, Felix… calm the fuck down. Rodrigue LITERALLY did nothing wrong, he just said he raised two capable sons and you went off the handle.

Dedue and Petra C - It’s nice to see these two talk. Dimitri and Dedue taught each other their languages…. *cries a little* And Dimitri doesn’t want Petra to be neglected. Petra taught herself the language, and was made fun of by other nobles. Dedue as well, but Dimitri protected him from that and corrected him as he learned. *cries more*

Dedue and Shez C - Shez isn’t exactly a “newcomer” but ok. Dedue doesn’t really trust Shez, but he’s still nicer about it than Hubert was, anyways.

Felix and Sylvain C - I do like this support. Telling it as it is. Scolding each other and shit. I really am enjoying this more mature Sylvain. Confirms that Dimitri is reforming the social structure, and that they both need to support Dimitri.

Felix and Mercedes C - Yes, Felix. Why do you have a cat. Felix’s face was the best too. The devs watched the memes for sure for this one. also, if the Bartels killed that cat.... I riot. Felix, fuck, this was a cute one for you. The cat won’t stop following him!

Lots of cats supports in this came in general.

What do the devs have against dogs?

Flayn and Ashe C - Two cinnamon rolls talk. And fish.

Flayn, seeing the fish - *drools*

Books (as a reminder, these are not copied from the game word for word)

Old Letter Addressed to the Bishop

Written by Hans von Nilsson

... Not just my wife Claudia, who called the meeting, but all the women of House Daphnel seem to possess the same capable bravery and strong disposition to be renowned as “her”. You too are no exception.

Who could have imagined the Eastern Knights dissolving when Leicester is still so far from peace? Many lords understand your thinking and went along with the decision. However, you cannot ignore the series concerns others may have

Let our knights of our household be the Eastern Church’s shield, in place of the dissolved Eastern Knights, since you problem to abandon the sword but also abandon your shield as well.

If you accept, I believe you will avoid awkward inquisition from the archbishop, who has taken issue with your way of thinking. Also my wife, who considers you a sister, has been very concerned about you. Please consider my offer.

Traveler’s Journal I

Author is unknown, but they experienced the placed first hand.

Almyra

Great kingdom east of Foldan. Borders Leicester Alliance. The mountain range known as Foldan’s Throat acts as a dividing line.

The people have a strong legacy of horsemanship and relish the thrill of battle.

Rish in fertile prairies, desert, and mountain ranges.

Albinea

Continent northwest of Foldan. Has a frigid climate that is home to numerous rare and valuable species of flora and fauna.

Human population is very small due to intense cold and frozen earth, which is unsuitable to growing crops.

Morfis

Name of the metropolis of magic to the southeast of Foldan, as well as the boundless desert that surrounds it. In the distant past, it was called the City of Illusion.

Rumors of its profound and mysterious magic spread thanks to trading routes.

Dagda

Continent so the southwest of Foldan. It’s relatively unknown due to its extreme distance from Foldan. Some think it’s a tropical rain forest, others think it’s a giant, frozen plateau.

In truth, it’s so large it supports a large variety of terrain and climates.

#Three Hopes #my-playthrough #Azure Gleam

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usernamesuggestionsarefunny · 3 years

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What would you think if the scene in which Judas hangs himself was intercut with the scene in which Jesus says, "Today, you will be with me in paradise!"?

While I would not completely hate the idea, I bet my eternal-damnation-believing Christian mutuals would absolutely despise it, probably, I don´t know, lol ;)

I also feel like that editing choice would send the message that what Judas did wasn´t wrong (And therefore there would be no accountability) because "God´s ineffable plan" or something, which I would have a problem with, because canonically Judas didn´t do it on Jesus´s orders or because he knew it was his role to play or something like that, he sold his friend out of greed (And maybe he had other reasons to add to that, but whatever it was we know there was no excuse) and probably knew he was going to be killed.

That doesn´t mean I vibe with the prevailing given, almost "canon" belief that Judas is in hell, far from it (Maybe they could instead add a scene of the disciples finding Judas´s body and giving him a proper burial? Or even Jesus asking the reluctant disciples to do it, with some dialogue here and there leaving the door open for some hope?)

Btw, I find the idea of suicide (Or not expressing remorse the “right” or “pretty” way) being a crime worthy of eternal conscious torment to be repugnant. Because the fact Judas showed remorse is something that is often forgotten just because maybe he felt almost too sorry, he threw the coins away (he didn´t reap any benefits from his wicked deed), he awknowledged he had betrayed innocent blood, he looked at what he had done and thought himself not worthy of living, how is that not remorse? Oh, yeah, technically he didn´t “repent” in the sense that he didn´t ask for forgiveness, maybe because he didn´t feel worthy of it and his human mind couldn´t comprehend a love strong enough to forgive what he had done (Which only shows how remorseful he actually felt), but guess what? He was right. According to many Christians, Judas was indeed right: Not even divine love was capable of forgiving him, it is just that what made him unworthy of forgiveness was not betraying his friend in the most despicable of ways, but having an actual conscience and feeling like shit for doing so, just missing the mark on how to express his regret, maybe feeling socially anxious about asking for forgiveness, scared about the reactions of Jesus and the other disciples, maybe he didn´t even know for sure Jesus would return and he would be able to ask for it, the other disciples sure disbelieved at first, so who actually knows? Maybe he thought he had actually killed Jesus forever. So yes, I find the most popular takes on Judas´s fate extremely unfair, no matter how grounded on the Bible they are.

It is almost like, in Christian circles, being mentally ill (Because you can´t tell me it is impossible that Judas had other mental issues already) and “despairing” (As Catholics say) or committing suicide plain and simple is worse than telling a bunch of government officials known for torturing people to death where the innocent man they are looking for is.

“But usernamesuggestionsarefunny...” you say, “Simon did something as horrible and he didn´t kill himself, Judas should have...” Let me stop you right there.

Denying your friend because you are probably afraid of a potentially dangerous mob is cowardly yes, but nowhere near willingly going to the people looking for him (Need I remind you Judas was not approached? That HE went to the Pharisees?) and selling him. It is possible Judas saw the beginnings of the results of his own actions (Jesus being beaten, etc.), he had more reasons to feel terrible about himself. But even if Simon and Judas´s actions were equal (Or you are going by “all sin is equal”, which is valid), everyone reacts to trauma differently (And yes, only by taking out the human element can we ignore that night must have been extremely traumatizing for all the disciples, including Judas, the idea of betraying someone and reaping the benefits must have been wildly different from learning about the real, actual consequences as they were happening). I wouldn´t blame anyone having gone through such trauma, learning or maybe even witnessing a close friend being or about to be tortured and knowing your played a part in it, for killing themselves. I mean, panic, anxiety, avoidance, intrusive thoughts, feeling the event hasn´t ended, not wanting to connect with others are natural responses to trauma, is it any wonder “I am going to ask for forgiveness and then everything will be fine” was not everyone´s reaction after the events? It is more rational, yes, but not everyone reacts to an upsetting event like that.

The human brain is unpredictable, each individual experience is unique and I am going to stop right there because I am not a mental health professional and there are people who can explain that better.

But of course, I can´t change what is in the text, I can only be honest with myself admit I will always have issues with it.

Anyways, I equally despise both “Judas is in hell being tortured right now and will be for eternity for a finite crime he clearly regretted and that is perfectly fine, dandy and fair by me, too bad you were suicidal (boo hoo), good luck next time... oops there is no second chances sorry” and “Judas is an innocent baby cinnamon roll that did notin wrong predetermuunation made him do it uwu” takes I often find.

I derailed and wrote an essay it seems, sorry. I don´t actually know what they will imply (Or if they will even imply anything about Judas´s fate on the show). I would prefer for them to leave it open to interpretation, as it can be said by some it is left open in the Bible, although there are verses some take as proof Judas is damned, I wouldn´t actually know, all I know is I find it unfair and you can´t change my mind about it. The punishment doesn´t fit the crime, especially when most Christins admit Judas could have been forgiven for the crime he is known for and that his actual “punishable offence” was despair (*cough* not reacting to trauma the “right” way *cough* suicide *cough*).

#the chosen #the chosen tv show #the chosen tv series #this is going to make a lot of people angry #even if they dont say it #I can tell #tw: suicide #tw: suicide mention #suicide #suicide mention #judas deserves better #judas iscariot #not much better #but not eternal torture #catholics believe in purgatory #that seems reasonable enough #idk

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phantaloon-books · 4 years

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look I love Thalia and Jason, but out of the kids of the big three they're lowkey the weakest ones

don't get me wrong, I think they're all pretty powerful, and I know Zeus/Jupiter is supposed to be the almighty king of the gods and all, but if you really think about it, the sky and lightning is not that powerful against the sea and earthquakes, and the dead and the ground

just hear me out lmao

like, as cool as Jason and Thalia are, all they can do thanks to being Zeus's children is summon some lightning and control some wind and in Jason's case fly and control the wind spirits. honestly, their power comes more from their training and fighting skills rather than their abilities, even if they are very powerful and capable, after all, they were able to lead the Twelfth Legion and the Hunters of Artemis respectively, and you can't achieve that without being strong

but, once you compare those skills and that power, to Poseidon and Hades/Pluto's children, they really don't reach the same level

let's talk about percy first, like he is said to be the "strongest demigod in their generation" (I love him, and he is very strong, but I wouldn't say he is the strongest cause I think others are equally as strong as him), and he is pretty damn powerful. Controlling the sea and other similar bodies of water is just one part of it, I know it only happened one time but he literally erupted a volcano and woke up typhon while he was being burnt alive, just by "calling to the sea" without even knowing what he was doing. The thing about Percy, is that despite everything, he doesn't truly understand his powers, his abilities, and he is always discovering new things that he can do. This is not even mentioning his sword skills, since he trained for 4 summers exclusively and he's beaten entire armies and fought the most terrible monsters several times. overall, he is pretty fucking impressive and he's not even achieved his full potential yet, but I don't think he will, because of his fear of his own power

moving to Nico, jeez, I think he might be stronger than Percy. he was only eleven when he was conjuring up the dead, and raising dead soldiers to fight for him (even if it tired him) and being able to control the earth (albeit not as hazel is able to), and he could handle himself in battle very well, not to mention the fact that he literally overthrew Minos as the ghost king, even being as inexperienced as he was at the time. He is insanely resistant and strong-willed (no pun intended lol), and I'm sorry but only the strongest would be able to shadow travel three people and a gigantic statue to the other side of the world, have enough strength to battle when he awoke, and be able to cast a soul to the underworld after all of that

and I'm playing the card, but Nico and Percy survived freaking Tartarus, and Nico did it all by himself, unlike Percy who had plenty of help. Nico gets bonus points because after surviving Tartarus he was captured by giants and held in a damn jar where he would have suffocated (and he almost did) if he hadn't had the pomegranate seeds

and lastly my dear Hazel. My dear and mighty Hazel. She killed a giant and stopped Gaea from rising all by herself at 13. If that isn't impressive nothing is. Without meaning to and with no control over it, she was able to summon riches very easily, and she grew to understand her abilitiea very quickly, owning her power over the earth and its riches. Granted, she doesn't have the power over the dead or shadows that Nico has, but her skills with the mist are unmatchable, as she doesn't work to make her enemies see what she wants, but she manipulates them into seeing what they want to see, and that's amazing man. She is the embodiment of she looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you, while the others look like they could kill you and will probably kill you. I'm sorry, but Hazel is the most underrated out of the Big Three Children, and that's very fucking unfair, because she is very very powerful, equally if not more so than the others

this turned out longer than I intended it to be, but what I'm trying to say is that as much as I love Jason and Thalia, and think they're very powerful, I think them being children of Zeus/Jupiter is overrated, because their skills (both their Zeus powers and their own abilities they've learned and trained for) are less powerful than Percy's, Nico's or Hazel's, and I just wanted to showcase that you shouldn't underestimate Nico and Hazel, or say that Percy is overrated, because they're very fucking strong, stronger than the king of gods's children themselves

also, I didn't include Bianca because the only time we actually see her using Hades's power is when she send one of the spartoi to the underworld, and no one even knew she was a daughter of Hades at that time. Nevertheless, she was a very strong Hunter, and she learned to defend herself and fight more quickly than anyone else has

I completely lost track of my idea and I'm not sure it even makes sense, but my point is that Jason and Thalia are unfortunately the weakest out of the big three children sorry :)

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kendrixtermina · 4 years

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Assorted House of Feanor Thoughts

I wrote this as a reply to someone, but then realized that this should be a post of its own.

Line between extrapolation, interpretation & headcanon is going to be fluid here

Long post under cut

The seven sons in general:

all moody, fierce, intense and brilliant, each in various different ways

none of them can really stand to be cooped up in one place for long

F R E C K L E S you will not convince me otherwise

Apart from the ones explicitly described as pretty (ie, Maedhros and Celegorm) they’re actually relatively plain by elf standards, or at least sort of rugged-looking, especially compared to their part-Vanyar cousins - I mean, figures that some would turn out more like Miriel or Nerdanel both of which were supposedly more average.

all are very resourceful having spent most of their lives helping out with their parent’s projects, exploring the wilderness, or (save for Celegorm) hanging out in Aule’s halls. Most can probably whip up a steampunk or magitech solution to basic war-related problems

Because of this they’re a very tight-knit group

growing up, they did not know many children their age; Ironically the most contact they had was with their cousins because Feanor paid semi-regular visits to Finwe. Apart from Turgon (and Orodreth if you place him in the second rather than the third post-journey generation) the cousins really dug the adventure stories. (Galadriel pretended not to be interested and offered plenty of critiques, but listened anyways)

more survival skills and just a lot more casual than your average princes

They’d all been adults for a good while by the time of the rebellion; the twins are a tad older than Aredhel, Galadriel and Argon; Caranthir and Angrod are about the same age. Curufin is younger than Aegnor.

They all look back at that trip to the lightless shore of the outer sea as a cherished family memory

Also I don’t think Feanor disciplined his sons very much after all his own father let him get away with everything. In his eyes the brats can do no wrong especially not Curufin and to a lesser extent Amrod Nerdanel tried her best to counterbalance this and it kind of worked on some of them, but the three middle ones were a lost cause

I think a lot of the weight behind the oath comes from how Feanor made them promise him to see it through on his deathbed. It was his literal last wish.

Maedhros:

The Leader™, the most strong-willed and the deadliest fighter by a huge margin. What the orc under your bed has nightmares about.

Obviously a very competent diplomat, strategist, and the sort to put constructive results over personal glory; resilient, formidable, unpretentious and tough as leather

but not at all overconfident, and the type who is not blind to the flaws of the people he loves. He knows very well that Feanor wasn’t perfect and does many things that his father would not have agreed with - at the same time he has a strong sense of obligation, honor and loyalty which turns out to be his fatal flaw in the end when being loyal and keeping his word increasingly requires him to do dishonorable things

if there was a definite breaking point it was the fiasco with Dior’s sons

Stoic but courteous and eloquent; From Finwe’s death onwards increasingly grim, grizzled and not very hopeful, though he’s the sort to give his all and try to be noble even when there’s no reward or even thanks or respect.

Despite this, he has as a dry sense of humor and at times uses it to defuse tense situations or disarm people he’s negotiating with (see the scene with Thingol’s message) - does have a streak of gallows humor to him especially after the Thangorodrim incident

As the heir Feanor actually let him in on trade secrets and scientific speculation; Their relationship is probably the most equal; I do think Feanor was capable of actually appreciating that Maedhros got a mind of his own and isn’t afraid to stand up for himself. Feanor values independent thought, even if he’s not always good at really living that value with his tendency to take things personally and see others as taking sides for or against him.

Can’t really craft stuff to the same degree without his right hand. He then focussed on more abstract/mental pursuits which were perhaps his forte, to begin with but it still bothers him more than he lets on, especially since he still retains, or swiftly regained, his skill at making things dead.

He may or may not qualify as a cinnamon roll but he definitely looks like could kill you

Maglor:

Maedhros might have been the token responsible sibling, but Maglor was the understanding, comforting one and always had a nurturing streak - hence why he was the one to take in the kids.

Sensitive Artistic Type™ - goes from quirky and passionate back in Valinor to melancholy & tormented as the war drags on

one of those people who despair over & get self-critical over their work even when it’s regarded as masterpieces

Like Feanor and Miriel before him, he tends to get super absorbed in his work/art and just plain disappears for days

Now some ppl hold that he didn’t start having second thoughts until near the end, but judging from how he comes along to Fingolfin’s party or to hang out with Finrod, I’d hold that he was always ‘the nice/gentle one’, but not solely in a positive way; Unlike Maedhros he did not stand up to Feanor about the thing with the ships and indeed lets Maedhros talk him out of turning himself in at the very end, so he’s probably somewhat lacking in assertiveness

Even so, he’s probably one of the better fighters, given the difficult territory he gets, that he’s the one to kill Ulfang, and how long he survives. He probably feels ambivalent about this.

I imagine him having an agility-based fighting style

Probably codified the heroic epos as a specifically Noldorin art form

Celegorm:

A lot of ppl focus on the barbarian aspect, but I’d say he actually has some degree of ‘subverted prince charming’ going on, with how he sweet-talks Luthien at first before throwing her in the dungeon, and how he seems to have been one of the more accomplished ones, joining a respected order and all

He’s actually pretty elegant and perhaps playfully gallant, but it’s a facade; He’s an animal underneath; though his instincts are probably somewhat nobler than what ends up happening when he gets roped into Curufin’s schemes

usually, the first to react and leap into action when something happens.

Herculean strength, daunting presence

also a fairly efficient general, if a bit of a glory hound and pretty fearless in the pursuit of victory

very much has an ego and doesn’t like being humbled at all

Strikes me as the sort of person who would take badly to the realization that they can no longer return to the glory of the past or being judged unworthy, not that he’d respond with anything but defiance

Wrestles giant monsters barehanded

Always low-key wished to fight creatures of darkness before the rebellion to test his might against them; Orome and the Maiar members of the hunt would have told stories of them

though he gets his pretty face from Daddy, his strong build comes from Nerdanel, possibly somewhat accentuated by his being a dude

Caranthir:

grumpy, moody, no filter, likes his alone time, shows his feelings mostly through actions, also somewhat pragmatic

the quartermaster; Actually one of the smarter ones, if not outright the second smartest after Curufin, though he has more a logistic/administrative sort of intelligence

generally one of the more prosaic, practical family members, or maybe he’s just more subtle about his dramatic side or has a harder time expressing it. Definitely has Hidden Dephts™

I mean, putting your hideout on the slope of a mountain near a deep, dark lake circled by mountains? Goth AF. A+ aesthetic there.

Hosts the family get-togethers at his fortress. Has most certainly shoved Celegorm and Curufin in the lake at some point

has a certain respect for strength, valor and skill even in ppl he doesn’t necessarily like; Not at all diplomatic or polite, but also not finicky or fastidious, so actually forged a whole lot of alliances on a “everyone’s money/swords are equally good and we don’t have to set conditions” basis and seems to have been pretty successful at this

started out haughty but definitely learned to be more open-minded/ broaden his horizon over his time in Beleriand - but as no good deed goes unpunished, Ulfang happens

Whereas Curufin and Celegorm can put up a noble veneer but will totally stab you in the back if provoked, Caranthir’s sort of the opposite, in that he’s rude and quarrelsome on first contact but has a good heart deep down (see the Haladin incident) and doesn’t keep grudges long term once he’s done grumbling where Celegorm is sore loser and Curufin a spiteful twerp.

though personally, I don’t see Caranthir as trying to reign himself in. He wouldn’t really be known as “the harshest” in that case. Who was gonna teach him to behave himself, Feanor maybe? kek.

Curufin:

We have a lot of actual dialogue & description for him - he has this characteristic little defiant smile, is often coldly contemptuous in tone, some level of ruthless pragmatism

has mild/vague foresight - nothing as impressive as what Finrod and Galadriel have, but he has it more or less to the degree that Feanor did.

actually pretty insightful, thought-through and political-minded in some ways, too bad he shares Feanor’s tendency for unwarranted suspicion and factionalism, as well as a tendency to just act on his own without checking with anyone

always either filthy from work or fully blinged-out and impeccably groomed, no in-between

more calculated and subtle than Feanor - not that Feanor ever needed calculation or subtlety since he could get by on sheer awe or intimidation. Celegorm and Maedhros have that same quality in spades and Curufin’s a little bit jealous

Not actually that much older than the twins, but always acted older than his age, especially once he heard that Feanor was the same

collects weapons, loves fancy horses, the most traditionally aristocratic of the seven

Got married relatively young; saw it as a matter of honor to further his family’s line

continued his scholarly pursuits in Beleriand; this is part of why he elected to share a territory with Celegorm

The last Celebrimbor ever heard of him was a magically sealed box filled with research notes he sent out in case he didn’t make it out alive

Did not take his parents’ estrangement well and is stubbornly salty toward Nerdanel (though deep down he misses her as much as his brothers if not more)

Frequently the Bad Influence/ Shoulder Devil to his brothers.

But when he gets excited about his research/craft he’s got this “exited cocky little boy” side to him that’s surprisingly pure.

Only Nerdanel and possibly Celebrimbor’s mom are allowed to call him ‘Atarinke.’ His brothers might still use it when they’re teasing or scolding him.

The Twins:

Every time a fic does something else with them than “generic prankster redheads” I cry with joy

We don’t have that many data points on them, but most of them suggest they’re every bit as fierce as their brothers

they’re somewhat aloof & mostly do their own thing;

As kids they’d mostly sit in a corner and play with each other. Possibly deliberately played up their identicalness as a kind of emo fashion statement / to fuck with people (”Should we do this Ambarussa?” - ”I don’t know, what do you think, Ambarussa?”)

never really gave up their semi-nomadic ways

Compared to Celegorm they probably more on stealth and precision than strength and bravado. They suddenly appear in front of you, and bam! You’ve got an arrow poking out of your face. Probably the ones scouting the perimeter of the camp.

Amras is a bit sassier, but it’s actually Amrod who’s a little bit braver.

Hardly ever argued until their parents’ estrangement; That led to quite a few quarrels between them.

For all his faults, Feanor made a point of doing things with each of them individually.

quietly nursing some level of pent-up despair and frustration until they push for the assault on Sirion

In the version where one of them dies, and then no one ever talks about it, - I imagine that the remaining one ended up cynical in a “let’s just get it ever with we’re already doomed after all’ kind of way

Bonus:

Celebrimbor

“Curiosity killed the cat but the second mouse gets the cheese” incarnate. He’s a sweet, excitable, deeply good guy, but Curiosity is the strongest force within him, besides maybe “think of the potential”

very bold in his thinking, not held back by any conventional boundaries. This is partially why he ended up more independent than his father and uncles but ironically that might in a sense make him more similar to grandpa than any of them

Really looks like Feanor. Like, Arwen and Luthien level of resemblance. It takes ppl a bit to notice because of how different his general demeanor and surface-level personality is.

Very scattered and absent-minded, prone to sudden flashes of inspiration, often shows up in some form of disarray

spent his adolescence at Formenos. Retained a certain affinity for wintery places ever since

He sensed something fishy about Sauron before long, but between wanting to avoid the family propensity for unwarranted suspicion and being tempted by all the possibilities of what he could do with that power/knowledge even if it did come from a fishy source, he didn’t act before it was too late - he can't have been fully clueless since he hid the three; There was definitely just a bit of actual seduction/forbidden fruit appeal in place there, whether to use the word “hubris” probably depends on your philosophy.

He drops the ‘th’ once he renounces Curufin, but slips right back into the old habit when excited or exasperating. At some point during his rule of Eregion, he stops bothering to hide it - A similar thing happens when he’s talking Sindarin with his northeast Beleriand accent.

I know this is a very popular old hat headcanon, but... His other name is also “Curufinwe”. Everyone called him Telperinquar from the start, lest all three come running and grumble about being distracted from work, but after the Nargothrond debacle, he had other reasons for not using it. But really, Telperinquar/Celebrimbor is just another more metaphorical way to say “this baby shall be good at working with his hands” so yeah

My HC for where he was between the Finrod incident and the second age is as follows: He departed for war with Gwindor’s troupe (this is someone who tried to engineer a way around entropy - not a “do nothing” sort of guy) and fled the battlefield with Turgon. (hence some of the passages that place him in Gondolin can still be made to work. He totally made Earendil’s baby-sized mail coat) He fled with Idril’s party. Had she not tipped him off somehow he would probably have died with the rest of the smith’s guild. Or perhaps he grabbed all the valuable records he could find and ran for it because someone needed to preserve them. As living surrounded by the survivors of Doriath would have been awkward to say the least, he went to the isle of Balar to offer his skills and service to Gil-Galad. This is where he befriended/ reconnected with Galadriel and Celeborn.

Finrod once told him the “faithful stone” legend from Brethil. It would be an inspiration to him much later. Generally credits Finrod with being a good influence on him.

Judging by the stars on the doors of Durin his stance on his family probably softened over the years. He essentially attained their original new dream of exploring distant lands and building unparalleled new realms, at least for a while - also definitely has a similar “screw destiny!”/ “I defy you stars!” attitude. Perhaps he wanted to see their vision done right.

But on some level, I think he also wanted to associate himself with their fame eventually especially once his own accomplishments grew. His feelings were probably always very ambiguous because he must have admired and envied their great works but also lived getting weird looks whenever he did what he’s best at and loves doing most in the world because it associates him with these very ambiguous people whom many hated... at one point in the past he must have really admired his father and grandfather, I mean, he came with them across the sea.

Nerdanel

She got Feanor the apprenticeship / gave him the idea after they met on their travels.

Were seen as something of an eccentric hippie/ hipster couple in the early days

She’s tough, confident and definitely quipped/ yelled back at times. Definitely described as ‘strong-willed’ and individual. Like this was a ‘kindred spirits’ thing before everything went to hell

it counts for something that even during the ugly bitter parting scene the worst Feanor could say was “someone must’ve turned you against me because you definitely cared once” rather than “you’re a traitor” for all that everything else in that scene made him very punchable

Their relationship dynamic, as I see it, is that she’s the one person who just sees and treats him like a normal dude. No apprehension, no fawning. He’s not “the greatest” or a tainted aberration to her, he’s simply a like-minded friend. So she’s pretty chill about his idiosyncrasies and doesn’t see them as a big deal, but on the other hand, she’s not overawed and will not take bullshit

Since she is good at understanding people she probably usually gets where he’s coming from even when he’s not being reasonable

possibly invented abstract art; was most certainly influential.

the elves who serve Aule probably have their own little traditions. She might’ve imparted some of those on her descendants

Also ppl tend to forget that she also does metalwork. Again, it’s quite possible that she got him into it and that if they’d never met, he might have landed in a completely different discipline

I think it says a lot about Feanor that he chose her for being smart, creative and independent-minded. It shows that he actually values these things and that it’s not just a rhetorical device; he’s not a hypocrite, he failed at what he was genuinely trying to aim for.

She had Finwe won over the moment she mentioned that she likes children. To Feanor’s chagrin, she proclaimed that his then-tiny half-siblings were the cutest thing ever but since he was trying to impress Nerdanel, he actually kept his composure there.

She was totally buds with Earwen and Anaire.

I really like those fics where she played some part in the reconstruction efforts. She’s already renowned for her wisdom and has some familiarity with the court, so why wouldn’t Finarfin make her an advisor?

Miriel

She was described as having “silver” hair like what the teleri sometimes have, but that was for lack of a better world. It’s actually pretty close to pure white. It was an unprecedented anomaly. Celegorm got it. Though overall Maglor might be the one who most looks like her. Or maybe Caranthir.

Well, her tendency to refuse to eat her words no matter what has certainly proven highly heritable

Canonically one of those ppl who talks very fast

Feanor doesn’t look very much like her at all, but he talks like her and is similar in his body language etc. The shape of her hands, however, has made it all the way to Celebrimbor in an unbroken line. Maglor’s got em too.

She was the only one of her family to make the great journey. That’s why “the names of her kin are not recorded”. You see, they tried to convince her not to go, and that only made her more determined.

Miriel and Indis used to have this thing where Miriel would sing while Indis plays the instrument. First time Indis caught Maedhros and Fingon doing something similar she got very emotional about it. She told them how she and Miriel also used to have a sort of odd friendship despite their opposite looks and personalities. Maedhros had at this point never even heard that they used to be friends. She proceeded to tell him some fun stories from Miriel’s youth and encouraged the two to spend time together.

We’re told that Miriel and Finwe only got together in Valinor; Since Indis had a thing for him since before the Vanyar moved out of Tirion it’s fully possible that Indis actually liked him first. Maybe she actually introduced them to each other, like she wasn't confident enough to ask him on a date so she brought her friend, only for the two to be immediately smitten with each other. Poor Indis decided that she had no chance and moved out of town when Ingwe did.

Miriel definitely expresses her love/admiration in the way of “You! You’re perf! I must make art of you!”

Since his arrival in the halls of Mandos, Feanor has made several of Vaire’s Maiar cry with his critique of their tapestries, but he holds that his mom’s are best.

Feanor himself

In general, I hold that while he said many things that were not right, there’s a lot of what he prophecied that was not quite wrong and does come true in a kind of way, even if not necessarily for himself and his family. They sort of pave the way as Promethean figures. The second mouse gets the cheese (it’s usually some Nolofinwean)

Though he’s also the ultimate example of “you are not immune to propaganda”. Literally the smartest man in the world; Still touchy enough to be an easy mark for emotional manipulation.

I think a lot of ff undersells what a polymath he must’ve been and that part where he worked on many different topics and was “the most learned”.

You know the type of author who has a bazillion unfinished wips going and jumps wildly from topic to topic? Feanor’s research notes are exactly like that, especially the tendency to disintegrate into cryptic jottings and notes right before the most interesting part. Just like the unfinished texts from HoMe Just like Gauss or Euler, having invented everything a hundred years ahead and 40% more discoveries buried that he never felt ready to publish. (I can also definitely see the sons – especially Maedhros and Curufin – spending the better part of the siege of Angband compiling some of it into a presentable format. Celebrimbor would then be the one to stumble upon implications /corollaries that had somehow been missed for thousands of years.

For all that I enjoy fics where they’re all smoll and adorable as much as the next person, canonically we’re given every indication that he was an adolescent or young adult by the time the remarriage occurred. The published silm has him “well-nigh full-grown” by the time Indis started having kids; In the HoME passage detailing the romantic meeting on the mountain it’s said that he was “wandering in the mountains” (ie, old enough to do so on his own) at the time. He moved out as soon as he could, so he and his half-siblings never actually spent any significant time in the same household

I mean, he reacted like a teenager would, and IMHO neither his character nor Finwe’s make any sense if this wasn’t a single parent situation early on.

Personally, I really don’t like that headcanon that he was nicer to the sisters for no reason. I don’t think his relationship with Fingolfin was ever much better than the sort of “awkwardly tolerating” we saw at the reconciliation scene; At the same time, I don’t think things would ever have escalated to that degree if Melkor hadn’t gone mucking things up.

In the same vein, I don’t think he always had beef with the Valar. He used to hang out in Aule’s halls and let Celegorm study with Orome after all and studied their language. - he certainly seems to have had some romanticism for the Hither Lands evident in his speeches, he traveled far past the well-lit areas, made crystals that shine in starlight etc. so he was probably always somewhat independent-minded and he certainly knew, better than anyone, that the Valar are imperfect and can’t fix everything (they couldn’t heal Miriel after all) - but it’s a long way from healthy skepticism and understandable disappointment to asserting bad intentions where there are none.

There’s a long way between not wanting a relationship with someone, and pointing stabby objects at them. Feanor was always difficult and never the type of person to be easily satisfied but at the same time, he clearly had his “delight” in his work and life as it was pre-Melkor. He could’ve gone on as an inventor and author of strongly worded opinion pieces; perhaps the elves were even “meant” to go back & come into contact with the Edain for a brief while, just without all the murder.

The thing about Melkor’s lies is that they made a complicated situation conveniently easy in a way that he (and Fingolfin!) would want to believe. It’s not really either of their fault that they both exist, but if your rival is actually out to get you then suddenly all your negative feelings are justified

Personally, I don’t think it the remarriage made that much of a difference - Miriel would still be dead. What Feanor’s really mad at is the inherent unfairness of the world. But he can’t fix or fight that, so in a misfire of his engineer’s mindset that thinks in terms of simple cause and effect and wants the world to be logical and controllable, he blamed something tangible (Indis.)

I think Melkor hates him so much because he’s kinda what Melkor wishes he was or likes to think he is. They’re both the mightiest of their respective kinds and don’t really fit in, but Feanor’s actually extremely creative. He goes and does his own thing, and maybe errs in overlooking that no man is an island and that all works are built on those of others, but, look at Melkor who wants all the scale of a group project but none of the “cooperation” part and basically can’t make anything of his own. “You’re like me, yet you’re successful? I cannot allow it!”

In a sense you have classic Satan and Miltonian satan in the same setting, and they can’t stand each other

#silmarillion #house of feanor #sons of feanor #feanor #nerdanel #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #celebrimbor

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So, I rarely do episode reactions but this is finale, so I need to do it:

Mingo, Zoom and Estrella <3

Hi Marlena. I think Marlena is my one of my favourites minor characters for if only because I think she has sibling like relationship with Mateo. So I’m glad she did get lowkey bigger role this season even though it’s still small.

I must note despite everything kids didn’t boo at ‘lying cousin Esteban’

Shuriki from Spirit Wolrd: I do not do high-fives, and did you just make me dance? And I wouldn’t let Esteban dance also.

Puppets facial expressions are something else

I love how Armando had puppet Gabe on his head for a moment

Lmao, I think getting public to not be angry at Esteban wouldn’t be that hard if now it can be singed ‘Poor Victor and Carla Delgado’ after they have been wanted criminals for like...two years?

Puppet Esteban hiding behind puppet AshXD

Armando and Marlena are so cute

I love the parts when kids are singing

I really love ‘long may she reign’ part

Also, I was confused everytime when someone was singing/saying ‘four years’ cause I was not sure if that was ‘four years’ or ‘for years’

Zuzo, don’t scare her

‘You can’t believe everything a whispering campfire tells you’ I love Zuzo being dissmisant of prophercies.

Elena with that excited ‘I waited four years’

I saw that people were worried that Francisco was dying because of that and later and I’m like...it didn’t cross my mind that it could mean that.

Well, it’s not last

Naomi,Isabel,Gabe and Mateo are relatable.

Sorry, Dona, Zuzo ruined your chance in previous episode

How Elena doesn’t know she has to do these things? She was heir to throne since birth? She was so busy preparing two episodes ago? HOW litterally everyone else knows and treats like it’s obvious!?

Elena making Gabe and Mateo hold hands <3

Royals <3

‘I can’t wait to try your fine cuisine’ I see king Toshi has same priorities as me.

I see Alonso looks slightly different than last time?

Valentina being in carriage with Alonso and his father <3 Now that I think about it, Cordoba and Paraiso are both close to Avalor, so they are probably close to each other too?

Hector in carriage with these two kings who he used to boss around until Elena came. I assume they made up and now are equal friends?

Poor Armando. Also, Valentina little too late to say thatXD

Wait, what they were about to do? What runthrough?

That looks beautiful

Lmao at Ixlan not caring

Warning isn’t enough, but does that mean they didn’t warn her? Or they did? Though, if they did they shouldn’t be surprised that she came

Lmao at them knowing she will go anyway

So...that means when Craig said that Franciso may now be ashamed (that was what he wrote?) of his vote about Esteban he was probably just tired of that question and decided to troll?

Elena’s ‘Not anymore’ is kind of scary.

I still can’t believe how naive Ash is

Chatana...Tziloco found it? Okay, he didn’t notice that he found it, but still, that was joined effort.

How did she know it’s under the ocean not on it?

I love how they look at Isa with such admiration cause she invented poisonous arrows.

Only Antonia from the rest of the guards?

Ooo...you are both adorable sidekicks.

Esteban and Elena conflict third season is really direct opposite of Cassandra and Rapunzel conflict in tangled third seasonXD I mean in how how traitor-antagonist and protagonist react to each other.

I’m lowkey surprised that Mateo is surprised that she got his name rightXD

Esteban and Ixlan sceneXD

I think Isa also thinks that jellyfish is a baby.

Marissa!

Poor Carla.

Why Esteban teleported there?

Wow, Elena really control her emotion powers.

Unforunately, she still let emotions decide for her.

Lmao at Shades renaming themselves.

Mateo, sweetie, that was stupid.

Ixlan finally seeing challenge.

Mateo with glowing green eyes looks nice. Scary, but nice.

Isa already taking charge.

At first I thought Elena’s angery magic started kicking in here. Also her angery face here is glorious.

Okay, Vuli’s face colours changing are like Elena’s dress, but his main colour is green so...I dunno,it’s kinda weirdXD

I think that is my favourite song in whole episode.

Those Shades really likes to invade Esteban’s personal space

I heard Ozai with angery ‘Tell us!’

I see Hetz actually have to think about what to sing.

Cahu’s voice hypnotizes me. Like when she talks also,but singing is double powerful. Also, I’m not sure if she is the most powerful? Like,on one hand, her powers is the scariest. On the other,she is the only one that needs a tool.

Oh, even Cahu saluted

I love how Cahu sang ‘We’ll meet them’

‘So you can rule your subjects like their puppets on a string’ I see Yolo is planning Esteban rule to be like this Zuzo au.

Did Esteban realize something is off when Cahu sang ‘And we’ll finish what we started long ago?’ I guess he did and then forgot the second she finished that line.

I’m sad we didn’t get to see Ash face when Bobo said ‘The one and only’. She was probably like ‘Hey,that’s my line’

...Now I’m imagining Ash trying to rule the Zanies. Just out of spite.

I wonder, did Isabel and Elena tell anyone else about that vision?

I see Naomi remembers Valentina’s got magic since I guess it’s like ‘Valentina definitely can help, and maybe someone else’

Elena finding out she has more body count than she thought.

‘Oh,drama’XD He is so happy about it

She plays pretty well for someone who can’t stand it.

‘Us probably’ it’s great line,but they are already looking away.

So the answer is Valentina.

Do they know Marissa? Also it’s nice to see Naomi and Marissa coming here together after Naomi hated Marissa that much.

Lmao at Raul and Lucia’s reactions.

Hi Orizaba

First of all: Zoopitole is Mateo’s body count

Which makes me remember I used to think Mateo is ‘looks like cinammon roll,is a cinnamon roll’ while Naomi is ‘looks like they could kill you,can actually kill you’ but it sure looks different. Naomi, you dissapointed me.

So I need to completely change how I see this meme when it comes to all four amigos. So Mateo ‘looks like a cinammon roll,could actually kill you’, Naomi is ‘looks like they could kill you, is actually cinammon roll’ Gabe is ‘looks like a cinammon roll, is a cinammon roll’ and Elena is ‘looks like could kill you,could actually kill you’

Although actually I think they are all capable of killing.

Second of all: Here they should be Flo shouting ‘I was right!’

‘Elena victims club up high!’ is great, tho.

Oh, I didn’t notice earlier that Cahu did little ‘no,don’t say that’ geture to Vulu after he said ‘let’s make it ours’. It looks kinda cute.

‘It’s that you,moustache’ ‘That’s king moustache too you’ lmao

‘They are our allies’...um,Esteban?

It kinda looked like Vuli is about to touch Abigail’s bust

They are pretty calm for being touched with chaos touch. Like they just hit the hitting bals with clubs.

Chloe and Dona hereXD

Also, is Dona escaping and Naomi right after saying she has some ideas finale foreshadowing on her being new chancellor?

‘If I told you,you wouldn’t let me do it’ ‘What? Isabel!’ Isa, he has enough of this with your sister

‘Your forecast, looks bleak’ I like that line

Isa on her way to have body count

Isa killing powerfulf shade. Gabe and Luna being proud of her <3

Yolo getting scared and Hetz appearing in spirit world immadietely. I love this whole sequence

Hi,Cacahute

Elena looks so cute here when she realised she should go after Ash

‘If you keep hearing in the darkness of your past, you will never see a brighter future’? Though I’m not sure if hearing was the word used here

Wait, that’s still don’t explain everything. Did Esteban make deal with Shuriki knowing that she would invade anyway hoping if he help her she wouldn’t hurt his family? Did he try to convince her to not attack and then she manipulated him with saying she is going to listen to him when his family didn’t?

Vuli really likes to sing.

Ixlan is sure confident.

What exactly Valentina wanted Alonso to do? He has no magic, no sword, no lasso, no fancy cool inventions? I doubt he has much body strenght?

Oh, Vuli being sad for Hetz <3

Oh, Alonso protecting Valentina <3

Did Esteban just...slide down the railing?

Luisa had great speech

Esteban really did not realise he is a villain?

Cahu summed up Esteban great.

But that also mean they saw everything...I think they know that is was really Ash who freed them.

Also, Elena is too focused on revenge, is too emotional, and too focused on past, and Esteban trusts who pretends to listen and wants power to be heard...

They are both Anakin

That’s why everything ended well in episode with Mark Hamill XD

When you walk in to some evil lady being dangerously close to your first cousin who happens to be often swayed by evil ladies (oh,and also you grandparents are turned to a stone right next to it). No, but seriously she really was close. Isa is going to have trauma

Some time later:

‘Isa: Please tell me you are a gay or ace.

Esteban: What? Why...I’m...

Isa: Please!

Esteban: Okay...So...I’m ace?

Isa:That’s a relief, thanks.-she goes

Esteban:What was that about?

Elena,seeing scene from some distance:No,seriously, what was that about?

Naomi,Mateo and Gabe who know what this is about exchanging”we are not telling her” looks in the bakground’

Rafa didn’t notice something is wrong?

Hi,Alacazar

Flo making sure she annoys Grand Macaw enough she would let her out too

...Actually Elena could just tell him she brought Flo to life with her emotions and he would kick her out to not risk having more creatures like this in his nest.

Thank you Bobo for vocalising your irritation with that. You saved Elena

Didn’t Ash find it suspicious that Elena stopped Bobo or she didn’t notice?

Hi Sanza

Hi Shuriki, I see you saw that kid eating popcorn during the song in the beggining and decided you want it too.

Also, she is probably happy right now that Elena loses only to find out Elena goes back to real worldXD Unless she knew it, Troyo didn’t seem surprised.

Also, I wonder how music and dance hater feels about being stuck at eternal party. I suppose she found that olaball game moment of relieve

Zoopitole, that was harsh. I can’t believe they made me feel sorry for Ash. I hope she didn’t hear ir.

Mateo’s sad voice when he told shades had taken over Avalor :(

Isa’s sad voice when she said ‘I’m sorry’ :(

‘Pride had put my heart to sleep, but now I’m wide awake. I have hurt everyone, the damage is done’ I love this part. Also love Esteban’s eyes when he opens the door.

The change of scene with fountains is beautiful.

I’m little dissapointed that Isa didn’t talk during that part so I would have all main characters kinda-shared song. Even though only two sing, but still that would be little something.

Elena hugging Skylar <3

Esteban on that throne :(

Carmen’s face after little touch of chaosXD

‘You don’t wanna mess wtih Vuli’ ‘Okay’ I love Migs here

Vuli, you really are attacking your friend for accident?

I love that Gabe didn’t use tamborita in the finale but got his main skill show off just with his tool powered up by a Mateo.

Also love that got to use his signature move that got stolen by two peopleXD in real fight.

Also, Antonia used tamoborita...I’m kind of starting to think there is some general rule that women more often have natural talent for magic.

‘Or send us’ and not reacting to Elena’s ‘wait, you didn’t mention that’. Same feral energy as Isa’s earlier.

Oh, Yolo (Vulu too? I’m not sure) is happy to see Hetz again <3

Mateo and Gabe turned into a stone right after their sucess :(

Also, I think they are the only one besides Francisco and Luisa to be two people turned into same stone? That’s kind of shippy

Elena’s face after that

Skylar :(

That’s sadistic on one side, but on the other,good that she decided to torture her before killing

Good choice, Esteban. Extremely predictable way to reedem him but that’s a good thing.

Congratulations Esteban on earning your redemption.

Hmm, now all of show main male characters are turned into stone.

The forgivness dress is white! Yeah, I thought so for longer time!

Though the reason is most probably either cause white is angelic colour or mixed coulour of rainbows I thought this because of that dress (and...that might be foreshadowing of white forgivness dress?):

And to lesser extent that:

Because of that first dress being in episode where Esteban after making mistake decided that he (well,and Naomi and Mateo and Luna.Though not really Luna) owes her more than apology, and also because that’s where we got little more of his backstory.

And the second because Esteban was reffering to this episode in his clue, even though she didn’t have that dress in scene he was reffering to. Also, in that episode Elena was especially worried about being noble leader, and she was afraid of losing everything again even though there was no real threat at those point.

Also, that’s why I kinda tried to find connections to certain episodes in Elena’s other colours.

'You can’t change what you did before, but you can change what you do next’ right?

Wow, how she control that. And it’s beautiful <3

Oh, and she remembers that others need to be saved to without having to see them

Valentina hug-spinning Alonso <3

Gabe and Mateo nicely landed.

Also, I was lowkey surprised here that Naomi first checked on Mateo, despite being suggested to being in love (in relationship?) with Gabe, but since every other from amigos ships was teased, and that was only Naomi and Mateo one-on-one interaction in the whole special, I’m happy with that.

...How Esteban managed to aim correctly when Elena has to work on that pretty long?

Elena:Well, I let you use my tool, so now I’m going to use yours

Did flames told Quita Moz after the test what it was or he just didn’t tell Elena earlier? Or he figures out himself what test was?

Wow, Luisa is surprised that Elena forgave Esteban

Elena and Esteban hug <3

Elena and Isabel hug <3

Amigos hug <3

We have a queen to crown <3

That pose during changing of the scene is cute:

Mingo, Zoom and Estrella <3

Hector bowing <3

Tomiko doing ‘<3′ <3

I love how all teen(wait,no...young adults?) royals are in the same shot <3

Elena looking at Esteban and he bowing <3 Dona smiling <3

Hi Sofia! And Amber! And James! And Miranda! And Roland!

Although James, Sofia and Amber look kinda weird

Technically, Elena isn’t one yet too, since she isn’t crowned yet

Also now I kinda wish we had seen Vor in spirit world cause I still don’t know if Sofia has body count or that was just exorcism

‘Elena,queen of Avalor’<3

‘All hail the queen’<3

Lmao at Gabe and Mateo

I saw people saying it looked like marriage proposal before I saw episode, and I thought it was just shipping googles, but damn, it really did look like that.

Daniel and Scarlett already proud in the background

‘With the best insticts in the kingdom’ Naomi, you are awesome

‘Gabe,you’ve been by my side since my first day of rule’ <3 Love Gabe’s eyes here.

‘Mateo,we’ve been through so much together, you and I’ <3

Mateo is so cute here

Okay, so that was like super cute and ship teasing all ships between Elena and her amigos,but...Does Gabe and Mateo’s new titles change anything for them? Or was Elena just like ‘Okay, I’m going to be queen, I’m going to make Naomi chancellor and Isabel royal inventor...boys would have feel left out. My boys also need fancy titles’

Isa being royal inventor and that hug <3

Elena teasing Mateo and Gabe XD

Kinda thought she might choose Esteban. Still,cute <3

Four servants giving guitars, to four people, and one of them isn’t even from royal family. Wow

Elena touching all amigos hands <3

For some reason I kinda don’t like line ‘And now you’ve crowned me’ but like. Literally only that line. And I don’t know why.

Elena dancing with Francisco <3

Elena hugging Isa and Luisa <3

Elena twirling with Naomi <3

Gabe and Mateo twirling Elena in the while lifting her <3

Gabe putting his hand on Mateo’s shoulder <3

Elena hugging Skylar <3 Luna being only one eating, relatable. And Skylar coming for more hugs <3

She seemed surprised that they started signing here. But only for a moment

That hand move with ‘I know we gonna be alright’ looks so cool

Mateo and Gabe lifting Elena while she is sitting<3

Esteban breakdancingXD Though, for being such major character there was very little of him in that last song.

I love the way Naomi pulled Gabe into dance

Isa and James look cute

Lmao, Craig said that he THINKS Ixlan and Antonia share some scene when they actually had a dance with in which Antonia holds Ixlan down with that face?

Also, Ixlan is impressed

‘Are you ready for day two?’ ‘I am!’ <3

Mateo and Carla buming heads and holding hands <3 I was hoping for some positive interaction that could be seen as ship tease with tight shipping googles but turns out googles didn’t need to be that tight. Also I think I would be happy if that actually means they are confirmed. Like, eleteo is still my otp, but I really love this one too. Kinda like I’m happy with ichihime being canon depsite ishihime being my fave Orihime ship also though it probably helps that ichiruki is my notp and renruki is my otp for whole manga but also why i’m taliing about bleach while didn’t read most of it. Altough that could be just, okay now let’s dance together like normal people

Alonso and Valentina being their extra selves together <3 I waited for any interaction for so long, and now I’ve been fed so much <3

Oh, Hector and Abigail walking-jumping hand in hand. Cute

Marissa twirls beautifully. I lowkey laugh at Marzel’s walk though.

Dona seemingly kissing Julio behind that fan really took me by surprise. I didn’t expect that level of ship tease.

Elena and Sofia being last dance <3

I didn’t notice earlier Naomi threw scepter to Elena

That beautiful spoiled shot <3

Elena’s crown falling down, and she having to adjust it, and Naomi’s face and Isa laugh <3

Wow,background to credits is stunnigly beautiful.

So anyway, I really love the finale! It’s so emotional and beautifully concludes everything.

#elena of avalor #eoa spoilers

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dbhtychou · 6 years

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Friends With Benefits

Pairing: Connor x reader Warnings: Consenting adults talking frankly about intimacy in healthy and positive ways is my kink. I’d rate this a T for content. Notes: I started this story meaning to go in a completely different direction. But I just had too much fun with it and ended up with something else entirely. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The bus stop was three blocks away and it was pouring outside. She knew there was possibility of rain that day, but had completely forgotten to bring an umbrella. With a sigh, she zipped up her jacket and prepared herself to step out under the downpour.

“(Name).”

She glanced back at the sound of her name and saw the familiar form of a certain friendly android walking toward her. “Connor, hey.”

He had an umbrella in his hand. “May I walk you to your stop?”

“Oh, are you taking the bus, too?”

“No.”

She looked down at his umbrella. “Then why...”

“I saw the weather outside and knew you would be getting off work. I wanted to make sure you had proper protection. I understand humans can get sick if they are exposed to such elements for too long.”

She couldn't help but smile at him a little. He was always so sweet. Did he even know how sweet he was? A little mechanical cinnamon roll.

“That's kind of you, Connor, but you don't have to go out there and come all the way back just for me.”

“No, I don't have to,” he agreed. “I want to.”

(Name) tried not to feel her heart flip-flip just a little. Five months she had known Connor. Five months since she had gone out of her way to introduce herself to him. Five months and the sheer amount of blunt statements that came out of his mouth still constantly caught her off guard.

“Okay,” she relented. “Only if you want to.”

They stepped out of the front doors of the police station and Connor snapped the umbrella open. The two walked companionably side by side, shoulders nearly brushing, down the large concrete steps toward the sidewalk. (Name) couldn't help but notice the umbrella Connor held was not protecting them both equally from the pounding rain. She was dry as a bone while nearly his whole left shoulder was getting soaked. She chose not to comment on this. If Connor chose to get wet, then she would respect his choice to get wet. After all, that was what the whole android revolution thing was about, right? Letting them choose.

At the end of the first block, while they waited for the light to indicate they could cross the street, Connor chose to say “(Name), we are friends, is this correct?”

She had to smile. She loved all his innocent questions. She would have been happy to hear them all day. “Yes, we are definitely friends.”

And it was true. They weren't just 'work friends' as the term went. They had met on multiple occasions outside of work in a more 'social and familiar capacity' as Connor would have classified it. And it was all (Name's) fault. Deviant androids fascinated her. That was why she had gone out of her way to introduce herself to Connor. That was why she had initiated the invitation to meet socially outside of work. She wanted to study him; wanted to see how a deviant acted doing human things.

So, after a few weeks of getting to know him, she invited him to a karaoke bar where she found out that Connor could not sing. Not because he couldn't carry a tune properly, but because he either physically did not have the ability to turn his speaking voice into a singing voice or he had not figured out how. Either way, (Name) had laughed until tears were rolling down her cheeks, watching him try.

Despite the good laugh, the night had been a bust. She worried he would not want to meet with her again. But to her surprise, it was Connor who approached her and expressed a wish to go out again and try more things. So she took him bowling, then mini golfing. Both of which he excelled at. Then they did laser tag which Connor was both deathly adept at and had insisted they run three sessions in a row. He had about killed her with all the running around.

There was even a night where he had agreed to hanging out at her apartment and they stayed up into the twilight hours watching movies. (Name) still wasn't sure if Connor even liked movies. He seemed engaged enough. Sometimes he laughed at the funny parts, sort of. As best as Connor was capable of laughing. She had passed out on the couch that night and woken up to Connor still there, patiently waiting for her to give him permission to leave.

She had felt awful about that, though Connor had insisted it did not bother him at all. But certainly anyone who spent the night on her couch was a friend in (Name)'s book.

“Good,” Connor said as the light turned green and they proceeded to walk. “I am glad we are friends.”

“Me, too,” (Name) agreed with a smile.

“Then I would like to tell you about a case I had a few days ago.”

(Name) was surprised. This was new. She couldn't recall Connor ever sharing something like this with her. In fact, Connor shared very little that one would consider to be personal information. Mostly, he just spouted facts, which had its own charm. But this new development was intriguing and (Name) was all ears.

“It involved a WR400 model, one of the personal pleasure androids. Hank and I helped her become emancipated from her previous owner. She is free to make her own decisions now. No one will own her anymore.”

It took (Name) a while to process all of this. Another fascinating story in the chronicles of one of the two department teams that specialized in android-related cases. Though she wasn't sure why Connor decided to share this specific case file with her, so she was having trouble coming up with a response.

“That's good that you could help her,” she finally said.

“Yes, I was quite pleased with the outcome if this particular case.”

(Name) smiled to herself. His choice of words was one of her favorite things about conversing with him.

“Before we left, she gave me something,” Connor continued. “A file-- a series of protocols and programs. Much of it was information exclusive to these particular models of android.”

(Name) nodded her head. She was aware that sharing files like this was common among androids. It was how they liberated their kind in such a short amount of time; how they “woke” their fellow androids from their programmed stupor into full cognizance. Those against the android movement referred to it as the Deviant Virus.

“These new files I found quite intriguing. I have been going through them, but I have not added them to my own protocols yet. I would like to find a proper partner who could help me test them out.” (Name) suddenly wondered if she had remembered to grab her bus pass before leaving her desk. “Uh huh,” she said to Connor distractedly as she checked her pockets with a bit of panic. Oh, wait, there it was. Good, she did remember it.

“I would like to test them out with you, if you are willing.”

“Test what out?” (Name) asked. For a moment she had forgotten what the conversation was about.

“This is a physical intimacy program. Designed to both please a human partner and give a proper response to physical stimuli from said partner.”

(Name) stopped in her tracks. “I'm sorry, what?”

“I believe the term humans use is 'friends with benefits,'” Connor confirmed, very proud of himself for knowing this. When (Name) gave no response whatsoever, Connor said, “I'm sorry, I am not sure what your facial expression means.”

“It means I am trying to figure out if you said what I think you said.”

“I believe I was being quite clear. I require a partner, preferably a human partner, to help me test this program. This would include touching and kissing, especially in that of erogenous zones and up to, and possibly including coitus.”

(Name) barked out a laugh and then quickly stopped herself since they had reached the bus stop and other people were already there waiting. This was by far the most surreal conversation she had ever had with anyone, human or otherwise.

Connor watched her response carefully before commenting, “You are embarrassed by my request.”

“I'm not embarrassed!”

“Your face is flush and your heart rate has increased.”

(Name) pressed a hand to her chest over her tattletale of a heart. “Look, I'm just a little surprised. This is not where I was expecting this conversation to go.”

“I'm sorry, I tried to set it up correctly so you could follow the lead of my narrative.”

(Name) stopped them before they moved too close to other ears, appreciating the volume of the rain to help drown out this ridiculous conversation. “Can I ask why you are asking me this and not someone else? Maybe someone you are closer to?”

“I found your level of familiarity acceptable for this process. Yes, I am closer to other people, but you're nearly the only human female I am social with.”

“Does that matter?” (Name) asked, suddenly curious again. If they were already going down this strange road, she was going to take advantage to ask some questions of her own. “It was my understanding androids didn't generally feel either gender identity or a specific sexuality. Are you saying you would prefer a woman as a sexual partner?”

Now it was Connor's turn to look perplexed. Apparently, this was not a question he had asked himself when he had decided that (Name) would be the person to be the receiver of this bomb. “I... think so?” he said, not sounding too convinced himself. “You seemed like the practical choice. We both appear to be the same age. We are socially comfortable in each others' company. And you do find me physically attractive.”

If (Name)'s face wasn't at full blush before, she was bright red now. “How—how do you even know--”

“I notice. You look at me a certain way. I have been paying attention to our interactions to confirm. Your heart beat also increases with my proximity. Either you are afraid of me or you are attracted to me. And since your pupils also dilate, I am assuming the latter.”

(Name) closed her eyes and breathed in deep, hating her body for giving away all her secrets. She tried to will her cheeks to stop burning.

Connor wasn't done. “I find you attractive as well. A very acceptable coupling. I am willing to work around your schedule. You may select the time and the place to--”

“Connor, Connor.” She pressed a hand to his chest. “Please just... stop talking for a moment. I need to think for a second.”

“Very well, I will give you time to process.”

(Name) hung her head, eyes closed as if in pain. This. Android. He was a unique study even among his own kind. Despite his status of deviancy, he did not act like the others. The few deviant androids (Name) had interacted with were far more human in affectation than Connor. She knew the domestic androids, the ones who were programmed to interact with humans on a very personal level had the easiest time. Connor was meant to work with the police. He did not have this more personable type of programming. Technically, he was deviant. He could make his own decisions, he had emotions, even if he was still very robotic about expressing them. And he still had a lot to learn about what were appropriate topics to broach in casual conversation.

But he was also not incorrect of his assessment of her. She had found Connor physically attractive nearly the first time she saw him. Getting to know him, finding out how incredibly cute he really was both in appearance and personality had just endeared him to her more. And the thought of being with him, skin to skin, having all his attention on her. Teaching him how to touch, how to kiss, how to move... it was certainly keeping her warm against the chill of the rain right now.

“You have less than a minute until your bus arrives,” Connor reminded politely. “If you need more time, you can tell me your answer tomorrow.”

“I already know my answer. I'm sorry Connor, it's a no.”

He drew his brows, confused. His LED flickered yellow for a second. “May I ask how you came to this decision?”

She drew in a breath. “I do like you, Connor, very much. I love spending time with you and I think you are just the most adorable thing. But I am not a 'friends with benefits' type of girl. If I am intimate with a person, it is because I am in love with them.”

The expression on Connor's face told that this was not a predicted response to his request as the bus pulled up.

“I'm sorry,” (Name) said hastily as the other passengers waiting climbed onto the bus. “I still like you very much. And I hope you will be able to find what you're looking for. I have to go.”

She turned and climbed up the bus steps, fishing out her pass.

“(Name,)” Connor called. “What if I waited?”

“Waited for what?” she called back.

“Waited for you to fall in love with me.”

Her jaw dropped and Connor again could not interpret her expression. The doors closed on her face and Connor stood in the ran, watching the bus drive away.

**************

“Hank, I feel that your response to this issue is inappropriate, both as my friend and my supervisor,” Connor informed him.

Hank, who had been laughing in Connor's face for the past five minutes, tried to compose himself. “Look, I'm sorry, kid, but that's... that's just too funny. You just asked some girl to her face to be friends with benefits just out of the blue.”

“She's not some girl. She's (Name). You know her. She works on the fifth floor in records.”

“She's the karaoke girl, right?”

“Yes.”

“And who was the girl with the laser tag?”

“That was also (Name). You really don't pay attention to my personal life at all, do you Hank?”

“Hey, your personal life is your business, not mine. In fact, I would have been completely happy with not having this conversation at all while we're at it. You're just lucky she didn't haul off and kick you in the balls for asking her that.” He paused. “Do androids have balls?”

“Male testicles exist for the purpose of producing semen. There would be no reason for an android to have a synthetic representation of such things.”

“More than I ever wanted to know,” Hank sighed. “I'm sorry I asked.”

“Have you had sex, Hank?”

The older man stared at him. “Have I had—I had a goddamn kid, Connor! What do you think?”

“Then please explain to me why a human would choose to abstain from a practice that people enjoy and is widely and socially acceptable.”

Hank huffed again. “Jesus, we're really going to have this conversation, aren't we? Casual sex isn't for everyone, Connor. It's a personal preference. And I say good for her. There's all sorts of nasty strains of STDs going around now. You never know what you're going to get, banging one-night stands.”

“I do not carry any sexually transmitted diseases, Hank.”

“You keep propositioning every girl you know, and you're going to start. Why are you so gung ho about this anyway? Just because you suddenly have this weird... sex program, doesn't mean you have to immediately go dip your dick in some strange to try it out. Do you even have—nevermind. Don't answer that. I don't want to know.”

“Are you telling me to be like (Name)? Should I wait until I find a partner I am in love with?”

“Kid, it's your life. You make your own decisions now. Neither one of those choices are wrong, they're just your choices and once you make them, you will have to live with them.”

“I see. Thank you, Hank. This has been very good advice.”

The older man just shrugged. “Hey, I do what I can. Now let's never talk about this again.”

****************

“(Name)! Wait!”

She paused leaving the police station as Connor jogged up to her.

“Sorry, I've been busy with cases, but I wanted to talk to you about our last conversation.”

To his surprise, she said, “Yeah, I wanted to talk to you, too. I felt bad about what I said to you.”

“You did?” he wondered.

“Yes. I was really hasty with my answer. As a friend, I should have taken a little more time to hear what you were saying. This is something very new for you. And you wanted a safe space with a person you trusted to do this with you. I shot you down very fast without even considering how this was for you.”

“No, you don't have to feel bad about that, (Name). I respect your choices. I realize now that I was the one out of line. It was a very bold question and maybe it was not appropriate for the type of relationship that we have.”

She gave him a soft smile. Connor found he very much liked it when she smiled at him; all her many various smiles.

“If you are still interested, could I propose a compromise?” (Name) offered.

“I am not opposed to compromise,” he responded, intrigued.

“If you would like to try out the little things: a little bit of touching or cuddling. Maybe kissing. I could do that. I could let you have some practice for when you find the right person who will be perfect for helping you try out everything in that program of yours. Including coitus,” she added with humor.

“This is acceptable,” Connor said. “Though I frankly don't plan on looking for another partner while I have you.”

She flushed, but this time it was accompanied with the most adorable smile he had seen from her yet. She reached out a hand to him. “Do you want to hold hands while you walk me to the bus stop?”

“Yes,” he said, and meant it. His hand closed around hers and something in his chest felt warm; excited. And his thirium pump, very curiously, started to beat a little bit faster.

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #fanfiction #dbh fanfiction #connor x reader #reader x connor

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thebeauregardbros · 6 years

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RP: Alus Beauregard

yo im just writin down some messy unorganized info i wanna put shortened on my wikia page l8tr but if you care here’s like. all the info youll ever want 4 alus & RPing with him if ya ever wanna (im on balmung)

RP Style

-The closest term I could relate to is ‘Rapid Fire’, but in truth I just type as if I am talking in real-time. -I am capable of typing at around 95 words per minute. I mostly use preset emotes descriptions, rarely my own descriptions. I don’t wait for turns, so if this speed intimidates you, you should look elsewhere for RP. (*im rly sry but my anxiety makes slow rp a living hell) -I love comic relief! I also adore serious philosophical and moral discussions. These themes are what my character is all about! -Sorry, not interested in ERP! -Addressing mature themes like drugs, violence, swearing, prostitutes, mass murder, etc. are fine but please understand my character is essentially a lawful good cinnamon roll cop. he’s got the patience and understanding of a saint but don’t be surprised if he reacts poorly to that shit happening right in front of him. -Sorry! I am not interested in killing off my character or roleplaying with people who will kill off their characters. it’s an actual trigger for me....... sorry.... -Never did RP fighting before but might get into it if you’re cool keeping it PG. Not interested in my character getting severe lifelong injuries like loss of limbs or eyes or what-have-you. Big ass scars though? Hell yeah

Who is Alus?

A dandy looking man; always wearing fancy pressed cheerfully colored pastel suits, glittering with gold jewelry sewn delicately into the every segment, pretty fresh flowers adorning his long golden hair and his lapel - a true image of a faerie tale prince. He always seems to be smiling, the warmth and kindness he offers to even his villains is often unparalleled. He speaks carefully and delicately in a form of loose poetics inspired by his mentor Urianger, rarely ever making a contraction and never swearing except in extreme anger. Much less a Miqo’te and more a proper Elezen in stereotype.

He is a pacifist in a time of war, one who journeys out into the battlefield knowing his duty must be done, knowing that he is ultimately a hypocrite. He truly believes that everyone is fundamentally a good person and he wishes he could save even his greatest foes from their own destruction upon themselves and others, despite the constant arguing of his fellow allies over his over-trusting personality.

It could be argued that he is even mad; his fast-moving voice chatterboxes that of innocent and carefree topics like pretty flowers and princesses onto the ideas of sentient coins that scream whilst dancing wildly to the absence of music. He is ultimately kind, but unpredictable, and yet far too predictable. Everything he is is based off a stereotype, yet skewed and twisted into a reality incompatible with those ideas, gone nonsensical. Those who know him - his brother, the militia, the merchants and beggars he speaks to daily in the markets - they will all tell you that he is not all there, and yet completely a good person without doubt. A Paladin that rarely arrests, but chooses to sit down and talk just to hear a villain laugh.

RP Hooks

-RPing an open-minded villain or neutral alignment character? Alus will literally do anything for you if he thinks he can sway you to come to the good side. (I’m cool with your character even purposely leading him on to take advantage of him, but please tell me beforehand that that will be your intention and if it’s possible your character would ever change their mind. Alus having actual enemies would be really fun to RP as well.) -Like flowers? He’ll hand you one out of nowhere. Cute little gourmet cakes? Here’s a sample! Tea? Alus will offer any of those things to you as you’re simply wandering the street. He even has his own cutesy pink cafe he’ll aggressively advertise to you! -Part of the military? Alus is a minor commander in the Maelstorm and a known Warrior of Light. You may have worked besides him on one of your missions, or even temporarily underneath his command. He works besides all allies as a field healer, never commanding from behind. -Are you a follower of Nald’thal? Alus often walks to the Thanalan statues of Nald and Thal during the very early bells of nearly every morning. -Ever been a street beggar, or known any before? Alus has probably generously donated to you or your known one before.

Details, details..

Age: Roughly 23 Height: 5′8″ (173cm) Gender: Male Nationality: Eorzean Family: Arc Beauregard (twin brother; works with him in the militia, also a Warrior of Light), Gwenneg Beauregard (adoptive father; an Elezen merchant. Deceased) Occupation: Café proprietor, battlefield medic Character Inspirations: Vash (Trigun), X (Megaman X), Firion (Dissidia) Themesong: [Tears of Sorrow - Masashi Hamauzu] Aesthetics: fairy tale knights, princes & princesses / quiet windy flower meadows on a sunny day / zen buddhism / flower crowns / hard work equals beauty / bright colors / plucky comic relief / lace & frills / girls in long dresses / teatime Anti-aesthetics: bitter alcohol / romanticized harm to the self or others / grittiness / swamplands / cold steel / vulgar speech / cold rain / death / hopelessness / Likes: Elegance, Spunkiness, Honor Dislikes: Apathy, Crudeness, Betrayal of Trust Favorite foods: La Noscean Orange, La Noscean Toast Nameday: All Saint’s Wake Romance: Asexual Panromantic

#alus beauregard #final fantasy xiv #balmung #ffxiv rp #meme

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togafukagiftexchange · 6 years

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run red run (1/3)

My, really late, gift for @evil-muffins ! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy the first part of this fic. I saw your prompt for a Red Riding Hood Au and this just…became a thing. So please enjoy the first part of a three part project!

Will be cross-posted unto my AO3.

Once upon a time…

There lived a family in the woods. A young girl, the only child in the family, who always appeared unkempt and smelled fairly awful. A father, who had stories parents the nearest village would scare their children with. And, lastly, two equally horrible women.

The young girl’s mothers.

They were a quiet, secluded family. Living so deep into the forest that the local villagers would often bet whether or not they had all died. A harmless game for sure.

Until it came true.

A search party hadn’t gone out looking for them until one could smell the rot and decay coming from the forest. And naturally the villagers had suspected the worse. For the forest was dark and dangerous and full of wolves. Hungry, vicious wolves.

Monsters, really.

So it really came as no surprise when they came upon the source of that abrasive stench. The father and the two mothers in barely recognized pieces. Splattered along the walls. Scattered all over the floor.

A wolf’s doing.

That, the villagers had foresaw. That, they had prepared for. They had expected all of it. Except for one little thing.

The girl survived.

Byakuya Togami was pissed off.

By order of his father, the affluent heir was forced to travel to the lower rungs of their lands to pay a visit to the peasants and serfs who were failing to produce up to Togami standards. Tch!

Imbeciles.

“Careful there Byakuya, your face might freeze like that.” Came a sharp quip from his right, with just the barest hint of a smile. From none other than the irksome acquaintance of his, Kirigiri Kyoko. A rather successful detective and another equally analytic mind. Though if the choice had been up to Byakuya, she wouldn’t even be sitting in his family’s carriage. But, unfortunately, Byakuya didn’t have the choice.

Thus contributing to his foul mood.

“Hmph, and to think that I never took you as the superstitious type Kyoko. How disappointing.” Byakuya responded, never once looking at the lavender-haired woman next to him. Choosing instead to stare out of his carriage windows and into the worker-trodden fields before him. His father must truly be going senile for him to force his only heir to do such a menial task.

The old fool.

But it wasn’t as if Byakuya could just openly defy him. Not when he held up his son’s position over his head like a damn leash around his neck. Though, Byakuya supposed, that just further proved the young heir’s point. His father was scared of him. Sacred that he would bring the Togami family to such grand heights that all the old man’s achievements would be rendered to mere footnotes within their family history. Such a fear was rather deplorable. Especially coming from Byakuya’s father.

But not entirely unfounded.

“Byakuya-chi! Kyoko-chi! We’ve arrived!” That announcement, the heir swore, was the one good thing to happen today. Despite the irksome idiot who declared it. Kyoko wasted no time, opening the nearest door to her. Never waiting for Byakuya to offer her so much as a hand to help her off the vehicle.

Not that he would’ve.

Opening his own door, Byakuya had half a mind to close it and command the palm-tree idiot driving the carriage to take him back to his family’s manor at once. However, the heir’s rational side, the side that kept him and made him the prodigy he was today, fought such weak notions aside. And so the Togami heir exited the out-of-place luxury carriage with all the grace of someone worth a hundred times more than those around him.

And he was.

It was by the might of the Togami family that they had so many villages working and producing for their land. Easily making them elites among the other nobles. Those around him were merely livestock to whip into proper, functioning shape. And, in the case of this particular village within his family’s land, a strong, capable hand was needed.

And an even stronger whip.

“Yo! Togami-chi! Do you want me to wait for you or-?”

“Naturally. How else are you supposed to erase your debt to my family?” At the mention of the sheer amount of money one Hagakure Yasuhiro owned to him, the former promptly shut his trap and proceeded to stay put at the entrance of their destination.

Mirai Village.

A rather hopeful name, almost obnoxiously so. But they were the Togami family’s leading prouder in wool, and, for whatever excuse they dared give him, their production numbers had been dropping. Resulting in both his and Kyoko’s visit. Him, to remind those beneath him who their true master was. Kyoko, to sniff out any possibility of theft. Granted the two of them didn’t like working with one another, but no one could deny that when they did, the pair could be quite intimidating.

As the villagers quickly realised.

The path through the village was a straight dirt road with all manner of houses and shops crammed into it. As the pair walked, dressed in clothes clearly proclaiming their nobility, the local residents all stopped and stared at the pair.

Not that Byakuya could blame them.

His suit was deep navy with a black waistcoat lined with gold. The chain of his gold pocket watch sparking in the light, ticking warmly against his chest.

And Kyoko always did look the part of a rather fierce noblewoman, the heir supposed. A long, primply ironed skirt, full-sleeved blouse, and dark leather gloves gave absolutely none of her away. Save for the long stream of lavender hair that practically sliced at the air as she moved through the town.

Receiving nothing but stares.

Everyone was looking at them now. A hush fell upon the villagers. Who, Byakuya had to admit, did look a little worse for wear. They all looked…scared. Like little mice caught and cornered and waiting to be killed. Surely that wasn’t because their arrival.

Surely.

===

Makoto liked his routine.

Wake up, eat breakfast, take a bath, start his chores, sell bread, and so on. Granted, the life him and his family lived wasn’t very glamorous. But it was cozy. It was safe and average and hardly ever changed.

Until one day.

It started out normal, of course. He was just bringing a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls out to an unusually quiet street. That should’ve been his first clue that something was amiss. But then he saw what caused all the commotion. Or lack thereof.

Then he saw her.

And promptly walked into a wooden beam.

Just his luck, she had noticed! She and her companion were looking in his direction, subjugating the poor boy to the full force of their razor sharp gazes. Crap. The woman was even prettier the closer she came to him, her companion staring quizzically at her retreating back. Makoto frantically scrambled to collect the rolls that had fallen into the dirt road.

Oh crap.

But just as the young man was about to pick up the last sticky sweet roll, someone else beat him to it. A dark purple glove enclosing around the dropped pastry softly. Makoto looked up.

Losing his breath.

It was the woman from before, mere inches from his face. Kneels folded underneath her as she lowered herself to his level. Her skin was so pale, clear and soft-looking like a doll’s. But her eyes were anything but. Makoto never thought that such a soft lilac color could make up such a disabling gaze. But here was the proof, staring directly at him and stealing every ounce of breath from his lungs.

Makoto leapt back.

“S-Sorry about that Miss! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I-” Tripping over his own words, Makoto hastily stood up. Nearly dropping all his rescued rolls in the process. The young woman, however, rose with a certain grace that she seemed to effortlessly exclude.

Her companion coming to her side.

He looked awfully familiar, but Makoto could quite put a name to the blonde hair and cold blue eyes. All he could come up with was that this was clearly a noble and he was the kind of person to make that well-known.

“It’s quite alright. In fact, I think we can help each other Mr. Naegi.” The slight, aloof smile on the young woman’s face brought a rush of heat to Makoto’s face.

He dropped the cinnamon rolls.

===

This was ridiculous.

Still, Byakuya had little else to work off of other than Kyoko’s strange hunch. The heir could only follow her as that moony-eyed baker lead them into their family shop. A rather run-down and homely looking establishment that Byakuya would’ve otherwise never be caught dead in.

But the smell was…passable.

The sugary, sweet smell of pastries and the hearty, warm scent of fresh bread right out of the oven was unfamiliar to the Togami heir. Though not…entirely unwelcome. The shop was composed almost entirely out of wood, with metal pans of warm goods set out to cool on wooden shelves. All while flour seemed to be permanently transfixed in the air. The fumbling baker boy, Makoto Naegi, Byakuya believed the young man’s name was, barely managed to set the soiled pastries down before turning to them.

Smiling like a fool.

“So what can I help you two with today?” Clapping his hands together, Makoto sent another plume of smokey flour flying in the sunlit air. There were even smears of it on his face.

Ugh.

“We’re here to look into the recent killings and mutilations of this village’s livestock, or should I say, my livestock.” Byakuya announced, gliding in front of Kyoko to stand eye-to-eye with the young baker. He was on the shorter side. Standing just under the noblewoman with only the strange spike of hair atop his head protesting the fact. Glass green eyes that blinked up at him.

Once, twice.

Then the realization struck him. It was almost comical really, how his expressions shifted from open and asking to shocked and stuttering. It nearly made Byakuya laugh.

Nearly.

“S-So you’re Mister Togami? Wow, you’re a lot younger than I thought you were!” Makoto offered his hand for a handshake. But Byakuya just stared at the floury hand offered to him with a mild sort of disgust. Kyoko taking it upon herself to take up the formality.

Leather gloves gripping at the flour.

“I’m not here for chit-chat, I’m here for answers.” Byakuya interjected, promptly startling Makoto and Kyoko out of whatever strange, prolonged staring contest they had initiated.

“Oh! Right! Sorry about that…um, you said you stopped by because of what was happening to all the cattle?” Spasming, Makoto slipped his hand out of the noblewoman’s. Moving it to rub at his neck somewhat awkwardly. Strange, Byakuya thought.

His cold eyes narrowed.

“Please, call me Makoto and…well, its just really weird. All our stables and fences are in order. And no one really hears anything at night.” He wasn’t looking at them. Makoto was looking at everything but the two nobles. The heir could already see the cogs turn in his companion’s head.

But Byakuya was hardly surprised.

The reports had said as much. Every security measure was left intact, but the slaughtering persisted. And it wasn’t as if the cattle was butchered cleanly. No, nearly every slash was crude and almost frantic. With most of the animal remaining intact. Spoiled beyond use, but intact.

Save for the heart.

In every case of mutilation, the heart of each farm animal was nowhere to be found. Be it sheep, cow, or even an uncommon horse. All of them were impaled onto the ground with strange, scissor-like blades. Gutted and maimed for just one organ.

However, those who had reported the issue to the Togami Family cited supernatural causes for the killing. Werewolves, they said. Some going as far as begging for money to better protect themselves with silver.

Ridiculous.

There was no such thing as monsters. They existed to scare rowdy children and provide some mildly interesting literature that Byakuya was often forced to read when bored at his family manor. Their origins were even more pathetic. Vampires were repurposed Turkish counts. Ghouls and Ghosts were regretful wish-fulfillment by people haunted by Death. And Werewolves?

They were just mutts.

Wild dogs that looked bigger in the dark and scared fools traveling in the forest half to death. Big dogs that, in the shadows, appeared much larger and more dangerous than they actually were. In the end, all those monsters were the same, mere products of overactive imaginations and paranoia. They were of no significance to Byakuya.

And therefore not worth his time.

“But there will always be at least two or three animals dead by morning. We’re all kind of at our wits end trying to figure it out…” At this, Makoto smiled apologetically. But there was something to his eyes then.

Something Byakuya couldn’t quite place.

“That’s what we’re here for Makoto, so any information you have would be helpful.” Kyoko supplied, once again affixing the baker in her intense stare. Picking up on that anomaly almost as fast as Byakuya. Makoto looked at the two of them.

Struggling with something.

Byakuya crossed his arms. He didn’t have time for this. He was supposed to be taking charge of the Togami Family, not running around some village in the middle of nowhere. Makoto swallowed, leaning over the large flour-painted table and racks of goods cooling next to him. Cupping his hand over the side of his face as he beckoned the two closer.

Like a child telling a secret.

“…I don’t know if you heard, but most people here think the killings are the work of-“

“Werewolves, I know. Really Naegi? Do you honestly think I’d be stupid enough to even consider that a possibility?” The Togami heir snapped. He was growing tired of this. It was obvious the two were wasting their time here. Byakuya was just about to signal their leave when-

“I don’t think it’s a question of stupidity Mister Togami.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ah well, you haven’t been here before, so it’s understandable that you might not have heard…” The baker floundered in response to the Togami heir’s ice cold glare. Quickly clearing his throat. Oh boy.

Him and his big mouth.

“Makoto, please, if there is anything you know, or if you’ve met anyone suspicious, you need to tell us.” The detective interrupted. Byakuya’s eye twitching in annoyance, but it seemed whatever Makoto saw in his companion’s eyes compelled him to answer. The strange look in his eyes only growing stronger.

Heavier.

“There was an incident that happened, around the time where I was a little kid, and it’s kinda like what’s going on now.” Kyoko’s eyes sparked at Makoto’s words.

Latching onto the lead.

“How similar?” But Makoto only grew more flustered at Kyoko’s increased attention on him. Oh, if only Byakuya could vomit at the display.

If only.

“A family who lived in the forest, the Fukawas, were killed by some…thing in a similar way. And most villagers think that’s why all the livestock is dying.” Now this peaked Byakuya’s interest. A beast that attacked humans before but now feasts on animals?

No animal ever does that.

One they taste human blood there’s no going back. The taste of former prey lost all value. And their only option was to hunt nature’s most dangerous animal for another taste of blood.

So why was this creature even trying?

“You said ‘other villagers’, is there someone else who can tell us more?” Kyoko’s voice brought Byakuya out his thoughts of blood and beasts and missing hearts.

“W-Well I don’t know how much she’ll tell you, but there is someone you might want to talk to.” At this, Makoto took off to somewhere behind the shopfront and into the bakery. The click and clang of pots and pans echoing after him as he searched for something.

Talking all the while.

“Really, she’s a good person. Just a little strange that’s all, she’s really nice one you get to-“

“Just tell us Naegi.” Byakuya cut in, putting a stop to the baker’s pointless chatter. The noise from the kitchen ceased, and Makoto emerged once more.

Smiling hopefully.

“She lives really deep in the forest, so if anyone knows more, she might.” In his powdery white grip, Makoto handed over a roll of parchment to Byakuya with a slight, cryptic smile on his face. The note detailing how to get to this mystery informant.

“Her name’s Touko Fukawa.”

===

Today felt different.

And she hated it.

Different was no good. Different meant change and that was the last thing Touko Fukawa needed right now. Granted, her morning routine was much the same that day. Wake up, scrounge up some breakfast, and write.

All day long.

When she wrote everything just…faded away. The hunger, the smell, the memories. It was as if all of it had been easy and was long behind her. A lie of course.

But a comforting one.

Touko had notebooks and notebooks filled with her work. Known to the few she had deemed worthy enough to be her readers, her stories covered a long list of topics. But they all had one thing in common.

Romance.

Yes, at the core of her being, Touko Fukawa was enamored by the concept of love. Of giving it, of having it accepted. Of it finally feeling right and fitting into her chaotic life. Such a thing had to be possible.

It had to.

But this…feeling in the air. Like new winds and shifting directions. She didn’t like it. Touko drew what threadbare curtains her cottage had closed. Locked the door and shut out the outside completely.

Just not the light.

Oh God no, not the light. Not when the dark reminded Touko of all she had gone through. So she always kept candles lit, scattered around her meager home. And, though the light they gave off was warm, the young woman constantly kept her cloak tucked closely around her. It was the finest thing she owned and Touko loved it dearly.

A cloak the pure white of snow.

Huddling deeper into the familiar warmth, she hunched even lower above her newest work. The metal nip of her pen digging dangerously into her notebook. The nib was new. The old one having snapped in two halfway through chapter five.

But Touko despised going into town.

She hated the swell of it. All the people. All the noise. All the hustle and bustle. It all too loud, too noisy, and too dirty. Touko only ever made the journey when it was absolutely nessesary.

Like her parents had taught her.

Like she had learned. The hard way. The bloody way when one night she had risked going out to-

DOCTDOCTDOCT

Touko screamed and scrambled out her chair with enough force to knock both of them to the floor. Landing squarely on her rear, the young woman pressed her hands to her lips.

Digging her bitten, dirty nails into the skin around her mouth as if to punish herself for the outburst. Gray eyes encased with thick, circular wire frames gazed, half in shock and half in fear, at the wooden door that separated Touko from the young outside world.

At the door that kept her away.

The knocking came again, all while Touko could only stare. At the rotting, pitting groves of the door. Almost as if once she stared long enough, she could see beyond it. Someone? Out here? No one ever came out here.

No one sane anyway.

Her hands fell away from her pale face with all the speed of someone sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Touko’s breath fast and light. Who? Who could it be? All around her, all the candles’ flames flickered, as if to convey a message best left unspoken. Did she…?

Did she dare?

Anyone could be outside that slab of wood. And what then? Invite them in for afternoon tea?! Pffft. Not likely. But what if they didn’t go away? What if-?

Touko’s nose twitched.

Huh? Wh-What was that smell? That scent in the air? It smelled like aged wood and spices. A comforting musk that existed just beyond her reach. Then, almost subconsciously, the young woman rose to feet. Moving just halfway to the door.

When she stopped.

Wait, what was she doing? Opening the door to a complete stranger? That was like rule number one of living alone! And that’s what she was good at!

Being alone!

But the knocking came again. Making Touko jump and return her eyes to the door. She shouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not with all she had at stake. Not when the meager, filthy life she had was hers. Pain and all. Her nose caught the receding scent.

And her hand opened the door.

===

This was stupid.

Complete, utter nonsense and Byakuya was going to have his Kyoko’s head for it. Sending him, the heir to the Togami family, into the damn forest?! When this search proved fruitless, and he had a feeling it would, he was going to wring her neck for even suggesting it.

The two having decided to split up.

Kyoko had opted for the opportunity to stay in Mirai and have Byakuya look into Naegi’s lead. The heir having half the mind to kill the baker along side the detective. Surely this lead was a ruse.

But then he saw the house.

Having followed Naegi’s simplistic instructions, Byakuya was lead to a small, rather filthy-looking hut in the woods. There was an underlying stench to the air that, initially, make Byakuya keep his distance.

Initially.

The Togami wanted all this over with. He wanted to question this crazy woman and get back to manor as quickly as possible. Perhaps the answer to this pointless endeavor was to just spend some gold and hire a guard.

His father be damned.

But Byakuya, despite being annoyed to his wits end, was nothing if not through. Ignoring the increasing stench of rot, the Togami heir ventured closer the the small wood house. Knocking firmly onto the moist, rotting wood of the front door. All the blinds drawn tightly into the house as if the owner feared the li-

“EEK!”

Even Byakuya couldn’t help but jump at the sudden shrill scream. The heir took a step back, staring at the door. Who in their right mind screams at the sound of a knock? He grit his teeth.

This was stupid.

What was he even doing out here? Questioning some forest-dwelling recluse as if she could possibly have the answers Byakuya wanted? Ugh.

He knocked once again.

But no startled scream came this time. Only a cutting silence that bled into the air. And part of the Togami heir wanted to demand an answer, especially after all he had gone through to even arrive in the middle of this godforsaken forest. But another part of him was already finding this entire ordeal tiresome.

And started to walk away.

He made it a couple feet away from the threshold of that rancid hut. Not far enough to get away from the stink, but just far enough for the sun to bring back the warmth to Byakuya’s skin. Dots and ribbons of light slicing through the canopy of evergreen pines. Settling on Byakuya’s path back to village like a wall. With no escape in sight. That’s when he heard it.

That’s when the door opened.

Looking behind him, Byakuya hid his surprise well. In the threshold of that filthy house was a young woman. Probably around Kyoko’s age. With long, alabaster hair tied up in two trailing braids on either side of her head. Oily and unwashed, they swung behind the girl’s thin frame like damp ropes. Her skin was pale. Clearly she wasn’t one to venture out of the little hole she lived in. She wasn’t what Byakuya expected.

But maybe she’d be useful.

The Togami heir drew closer. Eyes never leaving the small, smelly creature before him. The details of her person becoming clearer and clearer the closer he dared to move. Her entire body was thin, almost unhealthily so. With long, slender hands and fingers topped with obsessively bitten fingernails. A long skirt and blouse hiding a great deal of her skin away from the forest’s blinding light.

A white cloak around her shoulders.

It’s seemed so out of place on someone as dirty as this girl. Complied from a good percentage of silk, the cloak was a bright, clear white that made the girl in it seem all the more small and sickly looking. Her gray-Wait.

No.

Purple? Lilac? Pewter? Admittedly, Byakuya stared into the girl’s eyes for longer than might’ve been appropriate. Trying and failing to put a name to their color until his common sense came rushing up to smack some sense into him.

“Are you Touko Fukawa?” To his credit, the heir was able to successfully keep his voice direct. Despite the momentarily flailing of his mind. The young woman looked up at him through thick circular glasses. Blinking once.

Twice.

Her mouth, with a mole above the left of her chin, gaped open. Not unlike a fish. Her lips were thin and chapped. Byakuya tore his eyes away.

Blaming it on the stench of her breath.

Then the woman’s brows furrowed. Her gaze turning hostile under those wire frames. Scuttling away from him as she clutched her hands to her chest. Looking at Byakuya in trembling distrust. My.

What large eyes she had.

“Y-Yeah! T-T-That’s right, who w-wants to know?!” The girl, Touko, all but screeched as she pointed an accusatory finger at him. Byakuya scowled at her tone. Peering at her through his blonde lashes.

“The lord of your land, Byakuya Togami.” The heir announced, but, to his confusion, Touko remained suspicious.

“This l-land? No b-body c-can just own thi-”

“Yes well, I do Miss Fukawa, now are you going to invite me in or not?” Byakuya barked, startling Touko’s fingers back to their gripping place above her heart. And, after a heartbeat, she stepped aside to allow him inside.

A faint blush on her cheeks.

===

She was breaking so many rules right now.

Rules beaten into her by her parents. Rules she had steeled herself to. But now here she was. Inviting a complete stranger into her house. But she couldn’t help it.

Touko could never say no to pretty face.

She stepped aside, and allowed the older man, Byakuya, to enter her home. A prick of shame stinging at her chest when she saw him look around her dark lodgings. His noble features pinching at smells that had all but grown invisible to her.

But Touko pushed it down the second she saw that her notebook was still open. Shoving past Byakuya to close the leather-bound book in a flustered rush.

The heir only blinking ot her.

But there was something…comforting about the disgust he showed her. It was reflected, clear as day, on his face, not stewing somewhere in the back of his mind. There was an upfrontness about this man, a no-muss-no-fuss sort of manner that made all his distaste for her and the way she lived clear.

And Touko appreciated it.

Most people would’ve just walked into her house, pale at the smell, but still have the nerve to lie about it. Smile too wide a smile and comment on how ‘cozy' her home was. It was partially why Touko never bothered with people in town. The lot of them too stupid and too afraid to hurt. But not this man.

Not Byakuya.

Not with his pinched face and flinty stare. No. Touko knew with just one glance that this man was leagues above putting on any polite guises. And she appreciated it.

Almost as much as she did his face.

“Now I don’t want to stay too long in this damn town. So if you could procure something resembling a chair from this pigsty and answer my questions as quickly as possible, I would be ecstatic.” Now that got her moving with all the sudden sharpness of a cracked whip. Pulling her white cloak closer, Touko threw the single chair she had previously knocked over back into place.

Byakuya taking a tentative seat while the young woman stood, fidgeting, at his side. There were no other chairs for her to take seat, but the young woman quickly found that she didn’t care.

Not when she could look at Byakuya.

The heir sighed, annoyed. Granted, he was out of the forest, but was this place, and this woman, any better than the wilderness he had just been subjected to? Hmph.

Best get this over with.

“Just h-how did you find m-me? No one c-cares ab-”

“Naegi, the baker, told me after I asked around for information pertaining to my investigation.” Now that halted Touko’s thoughts. Makoto! Of course! That meddling little brat! Her expression soured and her hands curled as the young woman seethed. Had that irksome boy no idea of privacy?! One of a woman’s most treasured possessions!

Why she outta-

“So since I’ve come all this way, I’ll need all my questions answered Miss Fukawa.” Oh how that ice-blue gaze could cut her! Touko didn’t even try to suppress the blush rising to her face as she nodded enthusiastically. Being ordered around by a handsome man who sought her out for her mind? Not bad.

Not bad at all.

“Now, my investigation pertains to the recent slaughtering of livestock in Mirai Vi-”

“Get out.” Her body felt cold, but God was her heart pounding. Damn near shattering the bones trying to cage it in. Oh God. Touko knew she shouldn’t have opened the door.

She knew it!

Byakuya looked at her. Halfway between shocked and outraged. But Touko didn’t care. Not when she struggled to breathe. Wrestling the chair out from under Byakuya, the frantic woman was too terrified to keep her strength in check.

“Wha-How dare y-”

“Out!” She was screaming now. White cloak flapping all around her as she roughly grabbed the heir by his shoulders. All but pushing him out the door.

Eyes wide in terror.

The room was spinning and her hands were ice. She could smell it. His shock. The slight whiff of fear that clung to his skin as Touko pushed him. Oh God. She could feel it.

Byakuya’s heart.

Bright and thumping and red underneath his pale skin. It was strong. Young and beautiful and just within reach. She just had to-

Touko slammed the door in his face.

“Stay away from me!”

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billy-batson · 7 years

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an anon asked a while back if i could write an essay explaining why i hate karen and kastle and me, being me, saved it in my asks until i could further explain to full capacity. my response?

absolutely. i’ve had this ask in my inbox for quite a few weeks, since before the release of the punisher. in order for people to understand my view points and beliefs, we must take off any shipping goggles we might have and view it from a fairly objective view point. (i’ve also added my own gifs to this because eh, why not?) also, this got quite long so under a cut it goes. also, it sort of gets messy but bear with me. (word count: 2.5k)

we’ll first begin with miss karen page. first introduced as a girl being framed for a murder she did not commit; a fresh breath of air, of sorts, in a show focusing mainly on foggy and matt, two men. as the first season moves on, we see that she’s interested in discovering more about union allied, who attempted to frame her, and that eventually leads her to ben urich, a reporter who, in his heyday, followed thrilling and intense cases and wrote groundbreaking articles. now, though, since he’s aged and has more concern for his life and job--which he needs to support his dying wife while she’s in the hospital--he writes whatever his editor wants him to. he’s fine with this. in fact, he’s comfortable with this.

the issue, though? karen essentially pushes him back into this type of work, bringing him into her hunt on union allied which he explicitly stated, multiple times, that he did not wish to do. he knows how this will likely end--he even tells her as much, reminding her that he’s old now, and he’s “a lot less stupid”. while we can’t entirely fault her for coercing him into working with her, since he is a grown man and he can make his own decisions, she was the cause of the events that led up to, and caused, his death. yes, a white woman caused a black man’s death. unsurprising news when you’re black.

after his death, though? karen--who holds absolutely no relation to him--gets the ownership of his car, which could have gone towards paying his wife’s hospital bills, and his job, despite having absolutely no credentials or prior experience. that is a fine example of white privilege. never worked or trained a day in that work, ever, and yet she gets his job. i know this isn’t real life, but it’s a piece of realistic fiction. it should be realistic---which, i guess, it is, since the only way someone with no credentials or experience in journalism is going to get a job is if they’re white. also, this is marvel netflix’s first example of violently murdering a black person in their series (which they do in every one of their series), so that leaves a foul taste in my mouth, as a black person.

and next came the, what i like to call “weirdly random ooc #female badassness! wannabe episode”, aka the episode where she kills wesley, stating that she’s fired a gun before and insinuated that she’s killed before. not only does she get off scot free for this (which, by the way, never would have happened unless she was white), but it’s also never mentioned ever again. it was a needless act that was ludicrous in execution and inserting into the narrative. it was just a way to say “look! our blonde haired beauty is a badass haha :)”

season two comes along, and it’s shown that she’s digging up information about the punisher while also going on dates with matt. eventually, though, she meets frank for who he is and this is what i call the sort of beginning of manipulation, at least for her, but i’ll be getting more into depth about this later. in the last few episodes, she gives frank an ultimatum -- stop being the punisher, or she’ll walk away. you’ll recall that in the defenders, she also gave matt the same ultimatum, which is a form of manipulation and underlying abuse. karen can not accept that these mens’ alter egos is who they are inside, and that causes for her to make them choose between her and doing what they want to do. having experienced such abuse from the hands of ex friends in the past, it sealed the deal for my disdain for her.

the main thing i dislike about karen is how she’s written in a way where it’s as if she can do no wrong. and fandom’s behavior definitely perpetuates that. she’s seen as a “#perfect cinnamon roll” or a “#goddess” or a saint or whatever fandom is referring to her as. she truly is not all that, yet the writers tend to portray her as such. (needless to say that in the comics, she sold matt’s identity as daredevil for drugs, but that’s beside the point.) she does not deserve to be held to such a high pedestal, and fandom, specifically certain individuals in the fandom, should not hate people who point out valid criticism of her because they can’t see it from any perspective that isn’t their own.

on that note, fandom is a large part of my hatred for characters or ships. fandom never knows how to be normal and they either detest you for not liking their favorite character / ship, or don’t listen to you at all.

when it comes to kastle, though, things are more simple to explain. (as of writing, i am currently on the third episode of the punisher and going slowly through it for obvious reasons.) the entire reason frank does what he does, is because of the death of his family. of his children, of his wife. he relives that all throughout season two of daredevil despite claiming to not have ptsd, and we see it even more intensely in the punisher. he thinks of his wife and children every day, without fail--often times its the first thing he thinks of, and the last thing he thinks of. even a year to two years after their death, the wound is still raw and he is very much not over it.

so why, pray tell, is the ship kastle a thing? he is not, in anyway capable of having or maintaining a healthy relationship as of right now--nor might he ever. the fact that people could excuse this obviously damaged man’s feelings just to ship him with fandom’s white fave, thinly veiled self insert character is saddening and bordering on disgusting. he hasnt even had the chance to heal or breathe and everyone’s already shipping him with her?

matt said that karen deserves better than him. “better than [matt]” does not equal “you should date frank”. frank, himself, says that karen is in love with matt. he compares that love to him and his wife, who he’s not over. karen understands this and accepts this -- she is in love with matt, just as frank is in love with maria, still.

his love for maria is further solidified in the first episode of the punisher, when he repeatedly relives good moments that he had with maria and reminisces on the things that he loved about her through his memories. he, in every way, needs healing. what he does not need is a relationship. that would be one of the last things that he needs, especially after going through all that he has. the death and loss of his family was one of the most traumatic things he’s experienced, to the point that he takes it upon himself to track every single person connected to their murder and kill them, even going so far as juarez, mexico, to do so. six months after that is not enough time for the emotional stability that frank needs before a relationship with anyone could even be considered.

after frank kills schoonover, karen is visibly upset.

she didn’t want him to kill someone, and she even goes so far as to tell him that he can’t keep doing what he’s doing, otherwise, they’re through, and she’s walking. (to which he obviously keeps doing what he’s doing and doesn’t look back as he leaves her in the woods.)

going back a bit, in episode ten, after his escape, she’s afraid of him to the point that she draws a gun on him.

(needless to say the scene right after this is everyone’s beloved #zomg kastle!! scene. everyone seems to ignore what happened right before that scene though. hm. wonder why.)

does that even seem like a good relationship build up? he makes her cry out of a fear for him, she gives him an ultimatum, manipulating him, she pulls a gun on him and absolutely can kill him, as seen since she’s murdered wesley and has apparently done so before in the past. he has no reason to believe that she won’t pull that trigger, and the audience, aside from knowing that the punisher is too iconic of a character to kill off, has no reason to believe that she won’t pull that trigger. why not? she’s done it before on screen, and she showed us what she’s capable of doing.

she doesn’t get the chance to because her apartment is shot up and frank, the good person that he is, ducks down and protects her. because he’s a good person, and she’s someone he can consider, at this point, to be a sort of “friend”. (i’m like, 90% sure none of you guys have ever had any good things happen to you from good people or that yall have friends and cant tell the difference between friendship love and romantic love, since yall ship this, but i rest my case.)

a fun scene i saw pop up in the anti kastle tag -- a post written by a shipper -- was the scene in the punisher where someone refers to karen as “his girlfriend, and takes that as a sign. please, i know we all know better than this. people tease people all the time when it comes to friends, especially attractive ones, typically those of the opposite gender. i can’t list the number of times that one of my childhood friends was called “my boyfriend” by my family or i was called “his girlfriend” by his. it would be completely ludicrous to presume that that sort of comment meant anything other than a jest or a poke at frank’s expense. that’s what friends are like, that’s a universal experience for most people who have friends. it does not hint towards that ship or somehow verify it. thats not what the comment was. by thinking it verifies the ship in some way, you’re all effectively making a mountain out of...dust.

finally, let’s talk about fandom’s need to show their ass when it comes to their ableism. frank castle has ptsd, albeit he is in denial of such a fact. fandom often writes fics and headcanons that if kastle was canon, karen could “fix” frank of his ptsd and “make the pain go away”. for one thing, ptsd does not go away. it doesn’t. being with someone does not make it go away. i know fandom likes to see karen as a saint or an angel or a goddess, but she’s human. even if kastle were to happen, the ptsd would still be there. frank isnt going to magically be “cured” because he’s dating karen page. the fact that this is such a common fandom headcanon is ableist in and of itself. as an abuse survivor still living in an abusive situation, fandom needs to understand that ptsd does not go away. it can be lessened, yes, but it does not go away. an event such as watching your entire family get slaughtered before your very eyes does not go away, especially when said person repeatedly has flash backs of said event. you cannot expect it to. this is part of the reason why the fandom, itself, sickens me.

also, there are volatile tendencies on both sides. as karen isn’t the sole person to blame for why this ship borders on toxicity (almost as bad as the fandom); frank is, as well. due to his volatile nature, and her stubborn and subtle manipulations, as well as the fact that neither of them, specifically frank, are in a position to be in a relationship with anyone (karen as well, considering matt, who she canonically loves, has just appeared to die), makes this ship unable to work. it cannot work and it does not work despite fandom’s perpetual pleas to make it work, likely due to the fact that karen is the self insert character for women all across the fandom, typically and most often, from what i’ve seen, the white women. (needless to say that comics canon karen is so vastly different from show karen that she might as well be a self insert oc at this point.) these are the same white women who will likely regard this as “misogyny” and label it as just “another hater hating”. that is not what i am, but if thats your prerogative, to demonize a black woman for pointing out valid criticisms and flaws found in the beloved ship and the white woman, thats not my problem.

so, in conclusion, why do i hate karen? mainly due to the fact that her white privilege gets her a job, a car of a dead man with a dying wife, who’s dead as a result of her actions, and, of course, fandom and their constant push to make her a savior of some kind, here to “fix” frank. why do i hate kastle? because of fandom’s desire to show their ableism in wanting karen to “fix” frank of his ptsd and thinking that a relationship with the woman who gave him an ultimatum and manipulated him in order to act the way that she wanted him to is anywhere near “romantic”. volatile relationships built on past fear of the other and aiming a gun at the other is not a good foundation for any ship. since their meeting, they were known as being in love with other people, and they are currently in a space where they believe their loves are dead. why would someone’s first reaction be to ship them with each other? why would someone’s first reaction be to ship the man who regularly has nightmares and panic attacks about the death of his family and his wife with someone else when he is obviously still in mourning? why would someone’s first reaction be to ship the woman who was crying, sobbing as she attempted to keep him from doing what he wanted to, who was so afraid of him to the point that she held him at gunpoint? where does any of this set the foundations of a good ship?

and why would one ship it?

#lena.txt #anti kastle #anti karen page #userholly #this is it in a nutshell. the ship that gives me anxiety attacks and makes me nauseous.

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enderon · 7 years

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My JoJo favs from least to most fav (I say as though I don't love them all equally)

6. Polnareff - This spot used to belong to Kakyoin, but over time my love for this doofus has far surpassed my love for the red head. He's like a weird uncle and I love him lots.

5. Josuke - How can I not love the softest JoJo? Specially when Diamond is Unbreakable is my favorite part. He's just a really good guy and he's really pretty and like, yeah he has his dickish moments, but a lot of that can be put off as him just being a dumb teenager, cause teens are like that. I live how his whole ability is, despite being fully capable of causing harm, based around the idea of healing and helping. He's good.

4. Mista - Smelly lad, I dunno why I love him so much, I just do. Like, I think I initially just found his design the most appealing put of the Vento Aureo gang (the others are a bit ..... hard to swallow for me) but then slowly came to like his personality. I also love his odd relationship with his stand and how he sort of ends up as Gio's close companion in place of Buccellati (the same way Polnareff does to Jotaro in place of Kakyoin).

3. Jotaro - He's the ultimate JoJo and I love how, even though he comes off as cool and kind of cold, he's kind of a huge dork with really awkward moments. I love those little moments where you can see the emotion and care he actually has for people, and I especially love to see over the part how he grows and matures and actually goes from being a delinquent teenager to a responsible adult with a PhD, while still maintaining his personality. Also, he's also just the most amusing to see shitposts for, he always makes me laugh.

2. Speedwagon - I could sing my praises for Speedweed any day everyday, he's too good and wonderful. When he first showed up in Phantom Blood I thought he was a bit odd, but when he was worried enough about Jonathan to follow him home and tried to help him take out Dio the first time, I fell in love. He's a bit dramatic but he's loyal as all heck and just perfect.

1. Okuyasu - One of the purest JoJo characters, he's just too good. I'm love him so much. Just, hes the embodiment of 'looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll' and he has had such a hard life but he's still such a cheerful guy even if he's a bit selfdeprucating and a bit slow on the uptake. But he's an abuse survivor who's learning to be responsible and be more grown up, taking care of both himself and his dad and home all at the age of 16 while also chasing down a serial killer with his friends. Just, ugh, I love him too much.

#jjba #jean pierre polnareff #josuke higashikata #guido mista #jotaro kujo #robert edward o speedwagon #okuyasu nijimura

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aliypop · 4 years

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The Show Must Go On

Word Count: 2,845

Character count: 15,612

Warning: Slight smut but not too much!

A/N: This is part 6 sorry it was a little late alot was going on, but with that I hope you all enjoy it!

"Too bad the parties hosted by people who want you dead. I heard he'll have a chocolate fountain." Shanel giggled, sitting on the other side of Will Graham in a cell that Chilton had hidden cameras in, "Don't tempt me." he laughed in response, knowing who she was talking about, But as his lawyer, she wasn't allowed to discuss that quite yet. Looking around the Baltimore State hospital, she could tell that it was quite lonely and depressing.

Standing next to Will in his mini cell was Able Gideon, A surgeon who became a murder who barely knew who he even was. "I'm surprised you didn't bring your shadow with you.." he gave her a sinister chuckle watching the way she turned to look towards him. She and Hannibal hadn't talked to each other in months except for dinner parties where they had to act pieced together. "My shadow?" she asked, a bit confused by what he meant, pausing to think, hearing the sound of a cane and the distant mumbling stood a man at the end of the hallway that she knew all too well.

"Doctor Chilton..." she sighed, watching him waddle like a penguin across the floor. Sure it was nothing to laugh at the way they found him mutilated against his own will, but it almost made her think why didn't she think about it. "Ms. Mahone.." he smirked at her, "Has he asked about me?" he smiled, referring to Hannibal as he kissed her hand.

"Yes, his exact words were what can I do to have him for dinner." she winked back at him, "He's been killing to have you over.." she joked, her hands on her enamel pearl necklace, "One could say practicing even.." a chuckle leaving both Gideon and Grahams lips Shanel only leaving them to their own devices,

"I'll see you around, boys.." she waved as Frederick ushered her down the hall. She sat there, imaging the glee of having Hannibal in one of those glorious cells slowly rotting away. Frederick could only notice the look on her face of pure bliss, one that he hadn't seen since they first met each other, "Trouble at home.." he asked, watching her come back to her reality, "Not that it would concern you.." walking past him and through the door. "Though I would advise you to be early for dinner, Hannibal is not a man to keep waiting.." she gave him a mischievous grin, her heels clicking on the floor of Chiltons mile-long collection of psychopaths. A parade of whistles and catcalls followed her down the entire hallway as she shrugged them off like water to a ducks feathers.

"I've heard men in Sicily have better taunts than you lot.," she mumbled to herself, finally getting out of the drab collection. She felt bad for Will, who was framed and mistreated for his illness, but she was beginning to understand what Hannibal was capable of, but if Shanel is not careful, Frederick would be holding a file with her name on it with keys to her cell suit. Walking into Hannibal's house lately felt as if world war three had hit, and they were on opposing sides. Hearing him hum over his classic pick of Mozart, however, never failed to bring a smile to her face, but she was still angry at him for something that never even happened, at least not yet.

Going towards the kitchen, she rolled up her sleeves, taking one of his aprons off the wall as she tied it over the skirt of her suit. Chopping up vegetables pretending that they were once him had to be more therapeutic than any therapy session she'd ever had. Hannibal, on the other hand, kept hearing her mumbled curses under her breath every time she'd cut her finger. Taking her hand into his own, he couldn't help but watch her angered features and laugh. She looked at him, giving him a tight-lipped smile trying to compress just how much she wanted to punch him. He took her lips in a kiss, his Cheshire smirk following with it. Shanel drew her left hand back that held her mother's ring on it, making a harsh impact on his cheek.

"It's been a while since we've talked... I didn't think you'd resort to violence yet." he rubbed the side of his red stinging bruised cheek.

"You think you can run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want!" she swung a knife at him, nearly missing him by an inch. "Well, you can't!" she watched him back away from her, the grasp on the knife became tighter.

"And what are you going to do with that.." he laughed, watching her stance.

"Hopefully, kill you.."

"Prove it.."

Shanel only laughed as she threw the knife at him, nearly beheading him if he hadn't ducked that was. Taking the knife out from his pantry door, he could see what he had gotten himself into an easy fight. Taking the butcher knife out, Shanel was ready for her attack as she got closer, punching him in the jaw, bobbing, and weaving as Hannibal twisted her arm to take the butcher knife out of her hand. "It makes the fight equal," he said, as he grabbed her leg, pushing her back. "Shut up.," she growled, throwing another knife at him while she stabbed one between his shirt and the cutting board. Tagging his eye a bit, "That's for traumatizing Will!" she then punched him in the nose. "And that's for me trusting you-" she ducked, watching him throw the butterfly knife at her.

"Yell at me again, and I'll give you a reason to scream." he threw the butcher knife at her.

"Bite me.." she laughed, catching it between her teeth as she growled, seeing how shocked at her he was. Walking closer to him, her hand on her knife as he pressed her against his body, his hand hovering over her neck. While his other hand grabbed the butcher knife from it, she could feel his breath tingling at her ear goosebumps on her skin as he whispered to her, his voice deep and husky. " Wanna try that again.. sweetheart," he asked, pinning her up between the counter and the cabinets.

"You have no power over me.." she chuckled, a bit bloody and bruised up.

"Are you sure about that, my little lion.," he smirked, glancing at her lips as he then bit his own, sending her a signal of want.

"If you bite your lip one more time, I'm going to do it for you.." she leaned closer towards him, her hair a mess, her features rougher than usual, a vision of her true self looking at him. She could see through him at that moment that he was just a shivering puppy with his tail caught between his legs, but her only thought was the power to control him to be a good boy in her ever-growing darkness.

"Prove it then.." he taunted, biting his lip once more feeling her teeth pull at his bottom lip as the sweet perfume of Chanel number 5 didn't exactly drive him crazy, but the sweet smell of cinnamon, roses, and a wanting smokiness. She could taste the trace of merlot on his tongue. His breathing was getting a bit heavier than usual, and so was hers, but she was scared to admit it. Definitely, when it was in the moment that she had feared all her life. Hannibal, who could smell it on her, took her face in his hands, feeling his heart nearly pound in its chest. She was the woman he had wanted and, seeing that she trusted him enough for him to get this close proved it.

"Don't kiss me.." she whimpered, gasping for air.

"Surely you don't mean it." he laughed, his hands in her hair watching her eyes look at him.

"I do.." her heart throbbing, wanting him to send that spark right back into her.

"Then say it.." he motioned, to unbutton her blouse,

"I want you ..." she pulled him by his waist, whispering her emotions to him. Watching him take each button from it's surrounding fabric with his teeth, his hand pulling her leg across his waist, noticing the dark pink set he had bought her fit perfectly on her skin. She began squeezing her legs together, grinding against herself to keep the newfound friction going. Hannibal couldn't help but wonder that his little lion cub had been trying to plan this out for a while.

"Perhaps we can finish this after our guest.. " he gestured for her hand, seeing how dizzy she had gotten just from his touch,

"A a uh shower would be nice." Shanel blushed, getting flustered, "Possibly cold..."

The water rolled down her back, nearly freezing as it fell to her legs, the sound of the shower doors open, startling her from her thoughts was none other than Hannibal, " Why are you in here.." she asked him. " keeping her eyes up to the ceiling. "Showering together can bring a sort of bonding passion to a relationship," he suggested watching her body in hunger different from his usual one. "Wouldn't you agree.." he rasped out, turning her to face him a bashful look on her face. "I wouldn't know.." Shanel laughed, moving closer to him, their hips practically touching.

" And why is that.." his hand tilting her chin up, getting a good look at her neck.

"I've never had someone show me pleasure the right way.." she breathed out, feeling him nip at her neck as he Placed his fingers down into her dripping heat. He could feel her heartbeat quicking its pace while her head rested against his chest. "If I continue. There's no turning back." he kissed her ears, hearing a soft moan leave her lips. "Please.." she looked up at him with lustfully intoxicated eyes feeling his fingers work faster he'd, ask from time to time if she was okay, but as he realized the more she moaned, the less his troubles melted away. "Why don't we save the rest for tonight," he winked, removing his two fingers for the third time.

He could hear her whimpers and whines from in front of him. Shanel stood behind Hannibal, wrapping her arms around his waist, watching as he straightened out his tie. She could see the bruises forming upon his face.

"I guess you could say I win.." she chuckled, her dark pink dinner dress hugging her curves, "I let you win," he mumbled, watching her apply makeup on his face, his eyes soft and relaxed from their not so cold shower. "Or did the catching the knife in my mouth cause that.." she asked him, watching him nod, "How did you even..." putting on her earrings, she turned towards him, "I had a Russian nanny.." he gave her a smirk and a nod following her down the steps towards the door. "You better cherish this dinner, the number of puns I made for his invitation was unbelievable," she said through gritted teeth. Frederick walked in, looking around as he always did this time, his gaze on Shanel.

" You look flustered then you did earlier today." he picked up on her rosy cheeks and her slight glow,

"There's nothing to worry about, come sit, Hannibal should be joining us soon," she said, walking towards the dining room. Her legs crossed by the ankles as she sat at the table that once hosted Lounds, Bloom, and him in one sitting. The night where she aggressively ate the tongue he had cooked. "So tell me, why aren't you dating him?" he asked, tapping his foot on the floor, waiting for her response, "I hadn't thought about it.." Shanel shrugged her shoulders, "You two do live together.." he mumbled, "I assume you feel things for him.." leaning towards her, studying the way her facial features fell upon his question.

"A nice merlot pot roast, " Hannibal said, uncovering his lavish version of the dish. Chilton sighed, smelling the delicious aroma reminded him that he could only take in low levels of protein.

"Well, it all looks so good, but."

"There are beets.." Shanel pointed out.

"One can grow to love beets." he nods, putting one in his mouth, making direct eye contact with Hannibal. "Last time I saw you two, you seemed to be in a bit of a quarrel.." he smirked,

"We aren't ones to talk about our private life.." Hannibal said, kissing Shanel on her hand. She looked at him, nodding at his response, "He's, right on that, we're both very private people.. you could understand that, though if I may ask.." she glared,

"What is your plan for Graham... "

"I find him fascinating .. he doesn't think he's the ripper, but there's a possibility, and it's intriguing to see him tick." he laughed, seeing how Shanel only nodded, trying to hold back her anger for her fellow friend.

"I suggest you should know what side your bread is buttered, Doctor Chilton.. you may never know when the knife will attack you." Shanel snickered, her hands folded in her lap as she glanced over to Hannibal and then back to him, Taking in the flavor of the roast more so his "Pork" roast got her to thinking would Hannibal prepare him if he had the chance. He only gulped, continuing to eat the vegetables around the meat on his plate.

"I'm afraid she is right when Will comes back in terms with his memories, it'll, be in a matter of time before the deer is no longer frightened by the headlights." He smirked, taking the plates up,

"Well, I should get going.." Frederick said, trying to stand up from his chair a bit dizzy, "What did you p-put in the wi-" Hannibal helped Frederick up, ushering him towards the door. "I assure you there's nothing in the wine, just the simple fact you had too many glasses.." he hummed, ushering him to his car, "Do be careful driving back.." a dark grin on his face as if he had planned their next meeting towards each other as a dinner dancing with death. Shanel watched how he interacted with Frederick, a bit different than she had expected him to be with him, a gentleman, a kind taller giant, some animal secretly preying on him. Watching as he walked back in, Shanel couldn't help but ask him,

"Loving you is a death sentence, isn't it." she looked at him, her dark eyes growing lighter, ushering him back in their home.

"I suppose one could say that," he smirked, placing his hand on her back as he looked at her, "But like love, death to is earned." he watched as she stared at him,

"Would you be willing to earn it?" he asked, watching the way her eyes sparkled aflame to his soul.

"My mother didn't raise a fool.." she got to his level.

"No, but she did raise a psychotic cold-hearted killer.," he mumbled, looking down, seeing the grin on her face,

"True, but still not a fool.." she pulled him by the tie leading him up the steps. It was a safe bet to say that she did have feelings for him, but something was telling her he too felt the same, or else he wouldn't have asked, "Is my soul to dark for you?" the tone of his voice chilling every hair down her spine.

"To be fair, doctor, I didn't know you had one.." her laugh filling the hallways with endless wonder, a small touch of dim light to his ever darken one. "Are you trying to flirt or perhaps fight." his fingers under her chin, "We fought earlier." she rubbed the concealer off his face, "Remember I won.," she whispered in his ear, watching him shiver made her feel powerful over him. As her graceful yet nimble hands wrapped around his throat, she could see Hannibal going into a blissful frenzy, almost at if she had put him in a trance. One that he was oddly enjoying. Their eye's finally seeing each other for a change, and it was breathtaking.

"oh.." they both said in unison.

"I think I might be falling in love with you.." Hannibal said, taking her by the wrist and sitting her in his lap,

"That's a big step, Mr. Lecter." she turned her head to look at him, then back at the mirror in the room they shared. It was almost a year that the murdering duo had been together. And at that moment, she knew, looking at the reflection, Hannibal could see what he had wanted to be true that there was someone out there who would love him just as much even when he was a monster. Shanel heard a rustling in the bushes turning towards Hannibal, who handed her her prized butterfly knife as the two took going downstairs and outside to see what was going on.

"Don't hurt me!" her hands raised.

"Abigail .."

#Hannibal Lector #shanel mahone #hannibal x oc #fanfiction #part 6

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