#except i stole my partner's looks for myself i guess

[bloggingboutburgers]

hello! has anyone ever told you how gender your little aroace guy is? bc like. thats a gender i wanna eat. just a pocket sized person. the coziness in the pullover is 10/10.

I enjoy your comics, thank you for making them! I hope you are having a great day!

Aww, thank you!! That look is actually based off a nonbinary character design I came up with in 2020 for fun, which in turn, as it turns out, has most likely accidentally been based off how my partner looks in real life... And yeah I can confirm they ARE very gender, and very cosy in sweaters. So I guess that just happened 🙈

PS: hgjfklgdf I'm so goddamn rude but - I hope you're having a great day as well! <3

[khutao]

. formal .

. alhaitham x reader . 1.9k words . college au . fluff .

The warm spring air accompanied the pairs of couples that traversed campus like a willing partner to their love. Something that was just naturally supposed to be there. Springtime was the best time for love, better than any other season. New beginnings and a change of pace were good for everyone, and it was something that should have inspired me to pull myself up and work for the same.

Except I just couldn’t. Every happy couple holding hands just punctured my heart even more. It wasn’t that I hated loving couples at all, it was the opposite. When I was at work and served tables for a pair of twenty-somethings giggling and staring into each other’s eyes the way young lovers do, it just made me sad. I was a young adult, with no romantic experience before. No one had ever taken my hand and kissed it, or escorted me around by linking our arms together, pushed my hair behind my ear, or even asked me out. I was starting to give up on the idea entirely.

So I have genuinely no idea how I ended up being selected to organize the spring formal for our university.

I had been relatively active in some organizing committees, just for the sake of boosting my resume, but I didn’t think I was good enough to earn a nomination and subsequent votes for head of the formal organization. Apparently my fellow committee members disagreed.

The last few weeks had been hectic, full of spreadsheets, budgeting, my messages being ignored in the group chat, caffeine, darkening eye bags, and sleepless nights. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to attend this formal as a guest; All my friends had dates and wanted to enjoy their time with them, so I wanted to make it as smooth and magical as I possibly could. The idea of missing out on my formal to make it nice for others worsened the wounds in my heart, but I knew it was the right thing to do given the circumstances.

Oh, and also on the committee was my longtime crush Alhaitham. It only added an extra layer of pain to be planning a formal dance in the amorous setting of spring alongside the stoic yet smart yet mysterious man I’d become smitten with over the course of a few months. I admired his work ethic and vast wealth of knowledge on so many things, and his deep, attractive voice paired nicely with his good looks. I’d never been able to reach out to him, because I had no idea how he really felt about me. I could sense when someone annoyed him, but I couldn’t parse how I made him feel. Did I annoy him? Was I stupid? Or worse, was I genuinely just no one to him, the same way I seemed to be to the masses around me?

Fluttering of the heart and drying of the mouth aside, I had to meet with him one last time for a meeting regarding scheduling, so we decided to sit down for coffee at a local cafe. The stars aligned and our schedules matched up, so it was nice to be able to sit with him and just talk.

“Alright, I think that’s all the major stuff. Anything else we missed?”

“No, I don’t believe so.”

“Perfect! Well I guess that’s it. Thanks for meeting with me.” I began putting my stuff away in my bag and stole a glance of Alhaitham. He was so elegant, even in the most simple of clothing. His sweatshirt was large to give him room with his muscular frame. I gulped, the image of his toned, big body underneath the garment. “Hey, I’ve got a question. Kind of related, but not really.”

“Mm?” He looked up from his own belongings.

Suddenly, words were failing me. If I asked what I wanted to ask, what would happen? Would he wrinkle his nose and walk away? Would he break character and laugh at me? Heat rose to my face as I shook my head. “Never mind.”

“Are you sure? If it pertains to the even then I want to answer.”

“It’s not like, completely related to planning, I just…” I clenched my fists and looked at Alhaitham again. “I was just wondering if you were going. Like, attending the event.”

He shrugged and crossed his arms. “I’d like to oversee everything, but I am not going with anyone else, if that’s what you’re asking,” he replied simply. “I will be present but not active.”

“Oh, okay… Were you going to go?”

“Likely not.”

“Mmn.”

“Were you?”

I looked back up at him from my lap, shaking my head. At this point the embarrassment was catching up with me yet again. Admitting I was going alone to the man I really wanted to go with, who didn’t want to go with me, humbled me in a way I never truly wanted to before. I let out a sigh, grabbing my bag. “I really wanted to, though. I haven’t ever been to something like this before. Kinda makes me a bad candidate for head organizer, huh?” I joked, trying desperately to lighten the mood.

Alhaitham nodded slowly and uncrossed his arms. “I have never attended something like this either. But, for what it’s worth, I think you were the best possible choice for something like this. You are quite organized and headstrong.”

“Ah… Thank you,” I replied, grinning. “That means a lot coming from you. You’re like… The most organized person I know.”

He cracked a tiny smile. “Organization is second nature to me. I can’t operate in a mess.”

“And that’s something really good. Not a lot of people have that as a skill!” 

“Indeed not. My roommate is… very disorganized.”

“Kaveh? Aww. What he lacks in organization he makes up for in heart.”

“I… suppose so. It’s the same for you.”

I froze, looking over at him. Did he really just say I had… a lot of heart? “Huh?”

He cleared his throat. “I just mean you are a kind person,” he clarified. “It’s curious. You seem like the ideal person someone would invite to a formal. But…”

We stood there, looking at each other in thick silence. I tried desperately to form a response. Thank you? Expand on that? Kiss me and make me yours? I didn’t know, so I just took the coward’s route and said nothing, shamefully looking down yet again.

“I have to go now. I will see you Saturday,” Alhaitham bade, nodding at me and turning to leave.

“Oh! Bye…”

He left the cafe and I watched his silver hair become pushed and tousled in the kicking up spring wind. It looked shiny and perfectly placed not too long ago, but even after the elements had gotten to it, he looked perfect to me.

The days melted away with most of my time going towards finalizing formal plans. Any normal person would be excited for the night where months’ worth of work would all come to fruition, where hundreds of people would get to enjoy the carefully-crafted night you’d poured your heart and soul into, but I just couldn’t. I wasn’t even sad about it. The fire I’d had at the start became dimmer and dimmer over time into complete apathy, and the idea of showing up started to sound like a chore. I just didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to go and listen to slow music, wearing a gorgeous outfit my friends pressured me into picking out for myself, and see people sway in each other’s arms with the knowledge that the guy I’d been becoming more and more infatuated with right in the same room - without me.

Nevertheless, I decided I was a person of my word and put on my formal attire, dolled myself up to look a little more glamorous than usual, and got a good look in the mirror. Wow, what a version of myself I didn’t think I’d ever get to see.

I took a picture and sent it to my friends. They responded just how I thought they would.

Slay!!

U LOOK SO GOOD OMFGGGGGGGG

marry me pls♡ ～('▽^人)

They were kind, I had to admit. Even if I didn’t have a handsome, intelligent man at my side to show me off, the little boost in confidence was just what I needed to get into my car and head to the venue. 

I greeted my friends at the door, and found myself chatting away with a variety of people. The lights and decorations were beautiful and I patted myself on the back for my music choice, but it wasn’t everything I’d dreamed of. I was having fun, but a pain surged in my chest as my friends began to leave, one by one, to go dance with their partners. I sighed, heading over to grab a drink at the table once I was the lone member yet again. But as I did so, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, blinking in surprise once I saw who it was.

“Alhaitham? Hi.”

“Hello.” He looked at me and then at my drink. “Is that good?”

“I haven’t had any yet. Want to try some with me?”

He shrugged and poured himself a drink. “Did you find anyone to accompany you?”

“No,” I sighed. “I’m here on my own, technically.”

Alhaitham looked around, as if trying to find one particular individual. “If that’s the case…” He returned his gaze to me and took my hand. “Would you be interested in attending this event at my side?”

…What? I froze in my place, looking up to make sure I’d heard him right. Alhaitham was right in front of me, with a completely serious look on his face. He stared at me, and every second that I didn’t reply thickened the air, even though I knew exactly what I wanted to say. “A-are you sure?”

“I am sure. You don’t have to if you-”

“I do! I do! Alhaitham!!” I set my cup down and rushed forward, powered on pure adrenaline and disbelief. I hugged him tightly and grinned. “I’ve never been asked to a dance before!”

“I haven’t either… Nor have I asked anyone…”

My grinning face began to become a giggling one. “Why are you asking me of all people?”

“I told you. You have heart,” he admitted, in a low voice. “And I felt confused when you said you hadn’t had an experience like this. As well as my roommate giving me advice to do this… every day since we started working.”

He cleared his throat and looked around, as the music began to change. “Do you want to dance?”

With an emphatic nod, I looked up at Alhaitham. “Let’s do it. I’ll let you lead.”

He smiled down at me and led us down to the dance floor, an experience that both of us would embark on for the first time together. As I found myself in his strong arms, feeling loved and cherished by another person for the first time in my life, I felt the spring wind wash over me from the inside out. Something new was happening within me, and it was something beautiful. I hoped for more out of this, for this night to last until the last flower petal descended to the ground, and last it did. At Alhaitham’s side, a new beginning was beginning to form, leading me down a winding road of experiences formerly completely out of reach.

And suddenly, my lonely lifetime had finally seemed worth it.

[hatsunevitu]

man i LOVE kenman brotp (that goes along with kyman otp) so here’s an au

ok cw death

i was randomly thinking about an au where cartman got immortality too.

(idk how exactly tho, i think it had something to do with satan or jesus who wanted to teach cartman empathy and sympathy so he can understand how does it feel to live a life of less fortunate who suffer every day or smth like that)

so he got immortal and that’d be the funniest thing on earth because he definitely thought about it as a blessing, not a curse. because now he can do stupid things and not worry about it because he’ll just get back to life. and it’d save him a lot of time, he’d be like uhhhh going from school is sooooo long i guess i’ll just kill myself to respawn at home.

and that kinda helps kenny because for the first time he starts seeing his immortality as something remooootely positive?

and kenman are a partners in crimes brotp in this au because you can’t tell me cartman wouldn’t use their powers to rob banks and punish those he dislikes. and kenny just has to keep looking after cartman so he doesn’t kill himself too often.

(btw cartman TOTALLY would get killed in front of the guys on purpose once and recorded it on a video because he wanted to know their reaction and then he saw kyle literally almost CRYING and it made him feel kind of guilty… but he expected everyone to forget his death, like they forgot kenny’s, and so did happen, with one minor exception – kyle remembered… heheheh i’ll definitely write something about kyman in this au later)

anyway cartman convinces kenny that they can make BIIIG money if they use their superpower to rob a bank. kenny didn’t want to tempt the fate at first, but then cartman told him how he could save his family with the money and kenny finally agreed.

they’d be like:

kenny: (Now we divide the money we stole in half, equally, right?)

cartman: Actually, I think I deserve 60%, Kenny.

kenny: (What?! How come?)

cartman: I died twice during the mission!

kenny: (THAT’S BECAUSE YOU SHOT YOURSELF FOR FUN AND I HAD TO WASTE TWO HOURS TO WAIT FOR YOUR RETURN.)

cartman: I suffered more!

kenny: (Give me the money, asshole! We had a deal!)

cartman: Ugh, fine, fine. Take it, Poor Kid. Buy your sister a fucking doll, for all I care☹️

kenny would waste more time on calming cartman down than on actually doing crimes on the missions come on, ‘cause mf risks his life constantly due to his immortality.

he would come to a bank employee and start insulting and teasing him, and kenny would have to pull cartman away until this stupid ass got shot again.

cartman to the security guard: Ha! Try and stab me! Stab me, you pussy!!!

kenny, standing behind him with a threatening look: Do not.

AND ALSO KYMAN IN THIS AU because kyle does not remember kenny’s deaths but he DOES remember cartman’s so drama drama drama

and if cartman was immortal and kyle found out about it he’d get like super overprotective, because he doesn’t want to lose cartman forever just because this stupid asshole doesn’t take anything seriously and thinks that dying is fun.

so yep it’s basically brotp!kenman and kyman crime au and it’s been rotting my brain for like hours and now i want to write a fucking slowburn fanfic for 100k words.

[scratchandplaster]

Stack The Deck - Wellness check

CW: stalking, obsessive behavior, intimidation, Morris hating on bald people

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CF3 46E, CF3 46E, CF3 46E...

Morris needed to find that car again, right now, before the trace got cold and slipped through his fingers like sand. Frantically shoving the clothes he had borrowed back into the boxes, he was unsure about how to act next. Go back to the apartment and hope for the mother to come back again? Maybe drive around the city and look for the familiar code of the license plate, that too would travel to a new home.

Upstate... Nothing more than forests and rivers there, and to do what exactly? Live in a log cabin and siphon off tree sap till his parents grew old?

CF3 46E

Morris couldn't let that happen, staying back and remaining nothing more than a ghost story Elliot could tell his family: the tale of the pathetic fuck that didn't realize he had everything right under his nose until-

A forceful knock on the door ripped him from his thoughts.

CF3 46B

He didn't expect company, much less had the nerve for it right now. Everyone could go to hell for all he cared. With one exception, of course.

CF-

The booming against the wood became more vigorous; impatient rhythms meeting quickly thinning patience.

"Miss Roberts, I don't know where your cats are, I'm not stealing them. We've been over this."

No grace in sight, just more assault on Morris' poor ears, like the noises all throughout his head: crying, screaming, rough bristles against tile. The sting of apple-fresh bleach still burned at the back of his sinuses, even after weeks of mind-numbing distraction.

I need to explain everything, and he will accept my apology, and we can finally start over-

Before another hit could let the hinges vibrate with force, the door swung open to reveal a bright red face of anger to the unwelcomed guest.

"I SAID-" Morris growled, and stopped when he recognized the utterly unimpressed man. One he really didn't want to deal with right now.

"Belanger, for fuck's sake, now is not the time-"

"You don't answer my calls." Because I'm tired of being your postie.

"I'm busy, and you give me a job like what, once a week? Of course I'll keep myself occupied otherwise."

Caught in a gloomy expression, no man dared to back down so quickly. 

"You need to answer when I call."

Biting his tongue, the only thing Morris could retort was an annoyed huff; he knew about the duty towards his employer. It was nothing he could just push along as he pleased, but the information he'd worked hard for wasn't worth being thrown out so suddenly. The window he had created for himself was quickly shutting down. 

"So you are busy and under-worked at the moment? Doesn't sound convincing..." Belanger's lusterless fish eyes kept focus on the target of his worry, even as he pressed himself past the door frame. 

Remaining face-to-face with the always discreetly clothed partner, one could only wonder why a few missed job opportunities would rub him the wrong way. Thinking of it, Morris guessed that he would be just as sensitive, provided he'd also lose all his hair minutes after turning thirty. On angry nights, he often asked himself if he could take on Mr. Clean's dipshit cousin.

"Please, make yourself at home," Morris sighed, not sure how well-thought-out it had been to let the mass of a man into his quarters.

The tired proxy carefully eyed the mess littered throughout the room; photos, piano booklets and obviously strange clothing only affirmed what he had already suspected:

"Are you getting distracted again?"

Yes, actually, by the nagging little middleman he was supposed to stand by for.

That exact man painfully remembered the last one that stole Morris' focus: some bony princess from new money; he caught him scrolling through an ocean of pictures when they should have been occupied with handling the daily charge. Belanger wasn't ready to put up with this whole act once again, not so soon. The only thing worse than the fawning, and god did he hate that, will be the moment it all inevitably crashes and burns to the ground. The phase where Morris got especially difficult to handle...

"What is it this time? I'll see if I can make some space for you," he answered instead, paying no mind to Belanger's interrogation.

"You better do that quickly, Dutch wants to see you."

Shit. He really should have taken that call.

"Now?" Morris desperately tried to squeeze his voice past the lump blocking his throat. It was better to know when he would be led to slaughter, saves a lot of time on scheduling.

"Don't piss yourself yet, he was impressed with whatever you did back at the den," the proxy said, letting his monotone drawl hide how much he enjoyed seeing him all antsy, "Fucking massacre, if you ask me, though." 

"I cleaned up after, if you need it..."

"At least you got that right. Congrats, I guess, nobody found the body yet." Yeah, me neither.

"Wasn't that bad, just so you know, uh-"

"I would stay in line if I were you, with the cops still on my ass and all," Belanger let his voice drop low, having neither interest nor patience for cheap horror stories, "Let's go!"

Morris was close, so much closer than the last few weeks. There had to be another way, one that didn't involve Dutch, of all people.

"Listen, I'll call you back soon and-"

"Wasn't a question, Morris."

He thought of Elliot and the festering itch that burned up when remembering these hazel eyes, looking up at him just one more time... I forgive you. God, he would give everything to hear these words.

He thought of Dutch, and his bad knee let a cautionary twitch rock his body.

So Morris budged. Some people you can't let wait.

CS3 46B would still be there for him, a few miles further northwest, more or less. It wouldn't take that long, right? He could let the itch heal down and hope the lingering antipathy would fade away, give them all some time to breathe. A fear started to nest deep already, hidden behind Morris' own self-preservation: the silent terror that Elliot wouldn't stop to look out for him.

Belanger would, though, keeping Morris on track until their boss was satisfied.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]

Taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername, @canislycaon24

[cloud9in]

Promises (Poppy x MC) Part (2/?)

Read Part ONE (summary for fic is there)

ITS BEEN A MINUTE. @iamsimpforpoppy I hope you’re still around to read :P I love this story lol. Hope you guys do too!!!

Word Count (2.8k)

Bea and Poppy’s relationship became official a month after their initial meeting. One would say they moved quickly, too quickly. But every love story is different. This one in particular seemed to have little to none flaws, if you ignored the fact that Bea was promoted to Carter’s right hand woman in the Southside Spades.

 They did end up having that conversation after all.

 “…Are you sure Carter? I mean this is a huge deal and a special role-“

 “If I didn’t think you were capable you wouldn’t be here right now Goldilocks.”

 Carter winked and clinked his half empty beer bottle against Bea’s, who surprisingly had a nearly full bottle. He took note of the abnormality. 

 The blonde instinctively rolled her eyes at the nickname, “Okay but that name has to go. We need codenames……ooooh how about bimbo and himbo.” 

 “I’m guessing…..no, hoping I’m the himbo?!” Carter comments as he promptly tries to stop the laugh escaping from his lips.

 “Mmmmmmm, I’ll get back to you on that.”

 They share a laugh and Bea feels Carter’s gaze latch onto her in her peripherals. She could sense the shift of energy in the space between them, it almost felt uncomfortable, and that was something she never felt with Carter. “I never asked you if you were okay with such a role. If you aren't, I understand completely, I just want the best for you.”

 The blonde eyes soften at his comment and she looks at him, “never doubted that, where is this going though because you never express your feelings like a normal human being.”

 He pulls on the strings of her hoodie until it completely caves around her face, burying her whole.

 “Hey asshole!” 

 “That’s for talking too much.”

 Bea yanks her hoodie open and sticks her tongue out in a mock expression. “Oh boohoo. Poppy literally says the same thing, I don’t get it. I talk, it’s a problem. I don’t talk, it’s an even BIGGER problem. Damn a girl can’t ever exist in peace.”

 Carter places his bottle flat on the table and studies the blonde’s face. 

 She kept rambling on about her new girlfriend and the gang leader didn’t know it was possible to feel happy yet anxious at the same time. He was aware of when they entered the talking stage, went on their first date, and finally became official, because Bea told him everything. As much as the experience of being in a real relationship was new to her, Bea looked up to him and somehow she knew Carter would give her the best guidance possible. 

 It didn’t stop him from worrying. Like an older brother would. He feared the two would mix, and everyone knows that love and crime will eventually combust. He is no stranger to it.  

 “Bea.”

 “Did you know she stole one of my hoodies and actually won’t give it back?? What am I supposed to do, just take it? No she’d murder me.”

 “Jackson.”

 Her voice slowly dies down after sensing the seriousness in his tone. She takes a sip of her beer to ease the silence that sat in the air, and Carter responds shortly after.

 “You know I trust you with my life right? You’re very important to me, kid.” 

 “I know.”

 Guilt was a feeling he chose to lock away in an unbreakable box and bury six feet deep. There couldn’t be guilt in a lifestyle like this. But Bea was his only exception. And she was slowly bringing that box back up to the surface. 

 “I need you to promise me that you won’t let these two worlds collide.”

 “Carter….”

 “One of you will get hurt. And I won’t forgive myself if it’s you.”

 He leaves Bea at the table, the remnants of his comment still replaying in her head. She pulls out her phone and sees a text from Poppy on her lockscreen. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Can’t wait to see you tomorrow 😘 

 The blonde smiles unconsciously and opens the message to respond.

 I’m missing you like crazy. I have a special surprise for you.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- You know I highly dislike surprises, just tell me. 

 And ruin the surprise? You must be crazier than I thought. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Jackson.

 Patience babe…tomorrow it is. 

 Bea clicks her phone shut and slips it back into her pocket before downing the rest of the beer. 

***

“You know your hand on my ass only makes them stare even more Jackson?”

 Bea bites her lips and gropes the blonde’s plump backside shamelessly while slowly whispering into her ear.

 “That’s the point, princess.”

 Poppy shivers almost instantly at the boldness. “Is this the surprise you were talking about?” Bea doesn’t answer, instead trailing her hand up Poppy’s skirt. This was definitely not the time and place for such behavior but she was clearly still learning everything about her girlfriend. 

 And it definitely felt good to call her that.

 “Since when did you get so brazen? You know you’re exactly the type of person my daddy told me to stay away from.”

 Bea laughs at that statement and wraps her arm around the blonde’s waist, “yeah? And why’s that?”

 “Well I can’t ask him now, he might rough you up and that’s my job.” 

 Poppy could feel the stares of everyone burning into them, but she could only focus on the blonde cuddled up against her. The shorter girl wouldn’t call herself an attention whore, but she sure loved the PDA that Bea projected without a care. It felt nice to be genuinely admired in public rather than putting on a mask everyday. 

 But it’s safe to say that Poppy preferred all the handsy stuff to happen in private. 

 “Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight Pops?”

 “Am I picking the place?”

 “…Yes.”

 “Then yes.”

 Bea rolls her eyes at the blonde’s downright shady self but smiles nevertheless. 

 “Now don’t cancel on me out of the blue. I will not be thrilled about it.”

 “Shouldn’t I be telling you this? Your dad always has something going on in his business that somehow has to involve you too.”

 Poppy sighs and glances over at Bea, “well you know I’ll have to take over eventually. Especially since I’m legally allowed to handle deals now.”

 “I hate that word. Legal. Ugh.” 

 The shorter girl scoffs and plants her hands on her hips, “yeah I bet you do.”

***

Bea dragged open her closet in search of clothes for dinner tonight but the dinging noise of a text distracts her. 

 C-Dog🖤- Need you tonight. Something came up, meet us at the garage.

Bea wanted to thank the gods up above that she didn’t promise Poppy that she’d show up for dinner. But that wasn’t going to save her from the fury of the blonde. Good thing it can’t get worse than that, right….?

Only it was. And Poppy will probably beat her up herself, if she wasn’t dead by the next day. 

Bea’s mind and heart races as she digs her brain for a proper excuse to tell her girlfriend, but is very unsuccessful. She’s good at drug dealing though. 

 Going with the good ole truth never really hurt right?

 Baby I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. Got held up with the gang. I know I’m an asshole, I’ll keep in touch I swear. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- What else could I expect from my gang banger girlfriend 🙄 please stay safe..

 You know I always do.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Do I? We need to talk about this tomorrow.

 Of course Pops.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Call me every chance you get or I swear I’ll track you and trust me you do not want me to do that.

 Yeah she definitely doesn’t. Especially since Carter sounded frantic over the phone. The last thing Bea needed was a paranoid girlfriend, so she played it cool like always. 

 Just simple stuff baby girl, talk soon.

 ***

“…What do you mean it’s gone?! So where is it? Do you know what this means Carter??”

 The gang leader sighs frustratingly, rubbing his eyes in efforts to gain some stability. “The product was here, and now it is not. Which can only mean it was stolen. And when I find out which son of a bitch did it, they’re dead.”

 “In the meantime, we are dead”, Bea emphasizes wildly. “This is the Red Raven gang we’re talking about. If they get any inclination that we lost their drugs, they’ll kill and replace us. No mercy. None.”

The blonde paces back and forth trying not to think about buying a plane ticket to Timbuktu. 

Carter approaches Bea and plants his hands on her shoulder, “breathe Jackson. You are my partner. The leader of this gang. So get it out of your system and start being rational.”

 The blonde lets her shoulders sag as she inhales and exhales in place for a while. The minute she’s grounded she catches Carter’s gaze and her eyes light up. “List. I need a list of whoever went in the room with all of the product. We need to narrow it down.”

***

“Jackson you’re a fucking genius.”

 “It’s called having common sense but I’ll take the praise. It’s the only one I’m getting from you anyways.”

 Carter resisted the urge to pick a fight with the younger girl, because finding stolen drugs and not getting killed seemed like a much better idea. 

 Bea figured out that Henry, one of the newly recruited members of SS was a thief, or maybe just a crackhead. Same thing. He was the last to be in that room so all eyes were on him, and guns.

 “Heyyy buddy. Henry right?”

 The shorter man trembled at the sight of a gun lodged right into his mouth. “Mmmm!”

 “Oh I’m sorry, did you want to say something? Here let me just”, Bea clicks the gun which only causes the thief to panic even more. It was almost pitiful. 

 “Alright lay off the poor sucker.” 

 Bea pulls the gun out of his mouth and sits down on a stool in front of Henry with a grin. “So…where is the stash darling?” 

 He points almost immediately to a built in storage locker with a shaky finger. 

 “Ohhh well that was so easy Henry! Glad you could comply. You should tell your friends to be more like you. But…between me and you, they might already be dead”, Bea whispers that last part slowly, smirking when Henry’s lip quivers violently. 

 “Please just do it already! Why are you guys waiting?”

 Bea raised an eyebrow in surprise and glanced over at Carter who scanned the man’s face intensely. “I guess he wants to die? Talk about kinks I mean come on”

 “No.”

 Carter reaches his arm out towards Bea but never takes his eyes off Henry. The blonde watches in confusion until she realizes the thief is looking behind her, and so is Carter.

 “It’s a setup Bea, duck!”

 She dived for the ground quicker than lightning as a bullet flies through the air, leaving a trail of dust behind. Carter ducks for cover as well and starts firing rounds towards the men who snuck up on them. He managed to hit three of them but one grabs Bea by the leg and drags her against the rough concrete. 

 “Son of a- get your dirty hands off of my Dr. Martens. My girlfriend bought me these!”

 A swift kick to the face shut the blonde up real quick but she manages to recoil and send the man sprawling backwards into a row of barrels. 

 Carter guns him down and Bea finds her footing, pistol in hand and a thirst for revenge. But they never stopped coming. 

 Her and Carter were left battered and bruised, but alive. Their product was gone again though. But atleast they were alive. Carter told her that it was a theft mission primarily and neither of them were meant to die. But it only made Bea wonder who those people were.

 And why were they kept alive?

***

“Beatriz Naomi Jackson what the actual fuck?!”

 “Oh not the middle name…”

 Bea tries to avoid Poppy’s killer gaze as she surveys the damage that had been done to her girlfriend’s torso, legs, and face. 

 The strawberry blonde could barely mutter a word. Her mouth opened and closed in brief shock before collapsing next to the injured girl. 

 Bea could see the tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, which contrasted her porcelain skin. “Poppy…are you crying? I..please don’t..”

 “What do you expect me to do Bea? It kills me to see you hurt like this. Who did it? Tell me!” The blonde chokes on her own words as her hands hovers cautiously over Bea’s wounds, afraid to make her feel pain.

 “No I can’t tell you. I mean…I didn’t expect this to happen. It was a setup and we were outnumbered-“

 “We need to get you to a hospital Bea oh my god.”

 The blonde knew that she couldn’t go there. Not with the cops on the scene of the shootout, and actively looking for the people involved. Aka her and Carter. He told her to lay low and heal up, but she didn’t expect Poppy to be sitting on her bed waiting for her when she got home. The initial look on her face made Bea regret ever choosing this life. 

 She regrets it ever since being with Poppy. But it’s like a drug, once you start it’s hard to stop. 

 “I’ll call my father, he has the best doctors available and we’re gonna get your the right treatment and-“ 

 Poppy immediately cuts off, her eyebrows scrunching up until she realizes something. “Wait…what do you mean you were outnumbered Bea?” 

 Bea swallows heavily, praying that this conversation couldn’t escalate further, but that isn’t the case. 

 “Bea, answer me”

 “It..it was just me and Carter. We didn’t think there would be an ambush. We had just gone there to get goods we lost.”

 “And where is Carter? Does he know you’re like this right now? Did he leave you, I swear to god Bea if he left you…” Poppy’s voice cracks as her whole body shivers in violent waves. 

 Bea pulls her girlfriend in for a hug even though it causes every inch of her body to sting harshly. It was the comfort that she needed though. Watching Poppy breakdown over the sight of her was too much, and she began to contemplate everything. 

 “Pops listen to me, I cannot go to the hospital right now. There are cops looking for us.” The strawberry blonde stares at her until she understands the velocity of Bea’s words. 

 “Fine. But there will be a doctor that will come to treat you at my house. And you’re coming, I don’t want to hear it.” 

 Bea knew not to protest that. It was quite obvious this whole incident has left both parties distraught and she didn’t want to try and tell Poppy how to feel. 

 “Just tell me something. Are you in immediate danger? Is someone trying to harm you right now.”

 The blonde chose her words carefully. Because even after coming home beaten to a pulp, she still couldn’t tell the love of her life the full truth. 

 “No Poppy, they just wanted the drugs. They got what they wanted. I’m not in danger.”

 For now.

 “I will be okay.”

 I hope.

 “Don’t lie to me Jackson. I can’t do this if you lie. You promised me you wouldn’t get to the point where you’d have to choose between me and the gang.”

 “I know Poppy…I-“

 “You promised.”

 “And I’m going to keep that promise-“

 “Yeah the hell you are. And you’re going to promise me that you won’t ever come home like this again. You’re going to get yourself killed before we even start our life together. Our future.”

 Bea sucks in a breath which punctures her chest. She couldn’t tell if the injuries or Poppy’s words had caused that terrible ache. “Our…Wait I..”

 “I love you Jackson. I…don’t care if you think it’s too early to say that. I don’t care if I sound too cheesy for a mean girl. I love kissing you and feeling the laughter run through your body when we hug. I love being the reason you smile. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back. I just..I needed you to know-“

 “I love you too. Probably maybe from the moment I met you.”

 Poppy’s eyes seemed to glisten once again and this time there was no sadness etched into the shape. She smiled a pure smile and wrapped her arms around Bea in a tight hug. 

 She captures her lips in a searing kiss that leads to a trail of kisses down the strawberry blonde’s neck, dip of her collarbone, and chest. Bea kisses her until her chest gives out from exhaustion and pain.

 “Then you have to promise that this won’t happen again.” 

 “I promise.”

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NOTES: They’re gonna be fineeeee, right guys??? Graduation next chapter woooo.

Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme  @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog

[storiesforallfandoms]

locked up ~ clint barton;mcu

word count: 2279

request?: yes!

for @stellastyless​

description: after having to deal with their weird friendship for so long, her brother and their friends decide to take matters into their own hands

pairing: clint barton x female!oc

warnings: swearing

masterlist

“What are you doing here?”

I raised an eyebrow at Clint. “Wow, that’s a nice greeting. Good to see you, too, Clint.”

Clint rolled his eyes at me. “I was told Natasha wanted to meet me here. She said something about training?”

Hearing him say he was meeting Natasha felt like a dagger through my heart. Of course he wanted to meet Natasha, why wouldn’t he? Everyone loves Natasha. She’s gorgeous and badass.

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave Clint the best bitchy look I could muster. “Well, Tony told me he wanted to meet in here, too. Maybe they accidentally double booked us or something.”

I felt a hard shove push me further into the room before the door closed behind me and locked. I pulled on the knob a little before calling, “Friday? What the fuck?!”

“I’m sorry Miss Stark,” Friday’s voice filled the room. “I have strict orders not to let you out.”

“What? Who gave you those orders?”

My brother’s face appeared in the window of the door. I rolled my eyes as I unsheathed one of my katanas. “Of course. Let us out Tony!”

“Hey!” Tony stopped me before I could pounce. “You know I secured all the windows so you can’t break any of them again.”

I groaned as I realized he was right. After a few...accidents in the compound, Tony had to replace all the glass with bullet proof glass so my katanas couldn’t go through it anymore.

Natasha’s face appeared beside Tony then.

“Nat, what is Tony playing at here?” Clint asked.

“Actually, this was my idea,” she admitted.

“You two have been dancing around your feelings for far too long,” Tony said. “We are sick of it, so neither of you are allowed to leave until you finally talk everything through.”

I rolled my eyes at him again. “There’s nothing to talk about. This is so childish. Friday, let us out.”

“I’m sorry Miss Stark, I can’t do that.” Friday responded. “Tony has given me strict orders to not open the door for anyone except him.”

“We’ll return to check on you guys in about an hour,” Tony said. “Don’t kill each other.”

He disappeared before Clint and I could protest. Natasha gave us a sympathetic look before following Tony’s lead. I sighed and faced Clint. “So, now what do we do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t understand what Tony is talking about. I can’t dance at all, let alone around some feelings.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his joke.

Of course, I knew what Tony meant, but I wasn’t about to admit that to Clint. Not when it was so obvious that he didn’t feel the same way for me.

I knew I had feelings for Clint since the very beginning. At first I had thought it was just an infatuation with his archery skills. As someone who was trained in Kunoichi and skilled with katanas, it always interested me to watch someone who was equally as skilled in something else.

It wasn’t until Clint and I were sent to the Hydra base on an undercover mission that I realized my feelings were deeper than friendship. I was tasked with distracting Hydra agents while Clint tried to get in and get the information. I decided the best way to do that was to pretend to flirt with the guards. It didn’t take long for Clint to get in and get the info then leave, but to get me away from the guards he pretended to be my boyfriend. He had walked up to me, put his arm around my waist and talked all sweet and gentle to me before knocking the guard out.

Feeling his hand on my waist, hearing him say sweet nothings to me, even though I knew it meant nothing, still made my heart race and I felt severely disappointed when I realized it was just a role he was playing, although I should’ve known that from the start. And in that moment, I knew that I saw Clint as more than just my teammate or my friend.

But it was also painfully obvious that I was not the one Clint had eyes for. Natasha was. I could see it in the way he looked at her, the way he talked to her or about her. They had been friends for so long, partners for even longer. Clint was the reason Natasha was brought onto S.H.I.E.L.D. It made sense that they’d have feelings for one another.

And that’s where mine and Clint’s love-hate relationship came from.

The time within the room we were locked in passed very slowly. Seconds after Tony and Natasha left, I was sure that an hour had already passed. We had nothing to occupy ourselves besides each other, but neither one of us was making any attempts at a conversation.

“Do you think we could force the door open with one of your katanas?” Clint asked finally. He had been eyeing the door for some time. “They’re sharp enough to get in through the slits there, maybe we could maneuver it in some way to unlatch the lock and let ourselves out.”

I shook my head. “These doors have some real defense mechanisms on them. One too many bad guys have broken into this building, Tony isn’t about to let that happen again.”

“And you don’t think Friday will open the door for us if we ask while Tony isn’t around?”

I shook my head again. “Nope. Friday is basically Jarvis on crack. She’ll listen to Tony’s every command and do exactly as he says, which means if Tony says to keep us locked in here, she’ll do just that.”

Clint sighed and put his head back against the wall. “God, he’s such an annoying control freak.”

I glared at Clint. “Hey, that’s my brother you’re talking about. He’s not controlling, he’s just careful and worried. After everything he’s been through, and the countless people he’s lost or almost lost, he’s not about to take any risks.”

“You’re not objecting to the annoying part.”

“No, cause he is annoying. He’s just not a control freak.”

A hint of a smile spread on Clint’s face. “Do you think he locked us in here to see if we’d kill each other.”

I eyed Clint’s outfit, noting his lack of bow and arrow. “No, not when you don’t have any weapons. Too easy of a fight for me.”

“What if I stole one of your katanas?”

“Still too easy, I’m trained to fight with one or both.”

The silence fell over the room again. I wished desperately to check my watch, but realized, of course, that I had forgotten it in my room.

Tony has to be coming back soon, I thought to myself. It has to almost be an hour.

Suddenly, a TV in the room flickered to life. Clint and I jumped up at the same time as an image of the two of us filled the screen. For a moment, I thought that it was a live video of the two of us, until I realized I was holding a bow and arrow. I recognized the room we were in as the training room in the basement of the tower.

“Steve asked you to do this?” the Stella in the video asked. “I’m a little offended. I thought I was good with my own weapons.”

“You are,” Clint told me. “But imagine how unstoppable you’d be if you mastered the katanas and archery.”

Video Stella smirked to herself. “You have a point. Alright sensei, teach me.”

The video fast forwarded a while as Clint trained me in archery. It stopped again when Natasha walked into the room, pulling her bright red hair back into a ponytail. “Hey guys. Am I interrupting?”

“Yes,” came my response, which was overlapped by Clint saying, “No, not at all.”

Natasha smiled at the two of us. “Mind if I practice too then? My skills have gotten a little rusty.”

“Of course, the more the merrier,” Clint told her, offering her his own bow and arrow.

I could remember my jealousy in that moment. I remembered the feeling of anger bubbling up in me as Clint drew all of his attention to Natasha. As per usual, they started talking about their own past missions and old memories while Clint helped Natasha, who very obviously didn’t need it.

I felt my cheeks heating up with embarrassment as I watched Video Stella glaring at Clint and Natasha as I pointed the arrow at a target on the wall. Not watching what I was doing, the arrow flew miles away from the target and hit the wall, causing an indent that I knew was still there to this day.

Clint hissed a profanity before running towards the arrow, attempting to pull it down. As he did so, I quickly walked over to Natasha.

“Hey Nat,” I said. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but do you mind leaving Clint and I to work on this? He seems a little...distracted by you.”

Natasha gave me a knowing look, one that I had chosen to ignore at the time. “Sure, have fun with your lesson.”

“I’m still upset over the damage to that wall,” came Tony’s voice as the TV turned off again. “But I guess I’m glad it’s the training room and not anywhere else in the building.”

“What was that for, Tony?” I asked, trying not to face Clint. He didn’t know I had asked Natasha to leave that day. I had told her she just left, and she went along with my excuse.

“Just to jog your memory, since neither of you seem to know why we want you to talk,” Tony responded. “You have another 20 minutes.”

I couldn’t help but groan as I heard how much time we had left.

“Why did you ask Natasha to leave that day?” Clint asked. I finally turned to look at him to see that he was confused. “You were doing so well before she came, then you...demolished the wall and told her I was distracted by her?”

I felt my heart racing as I tried to come up with some excuse. “I...I figured that I needed the training from you, s-since I had shot the wall.”

“But you were...staring at us when it happened. You weren’t even focusing on the target when you shot.”

I felt frustration boiling over in me and I couldn’t stop myself before I blurted, “God Clint, are you really that fucking blind?!”

He was taken back by my outburst, and so was I honestly. With that out, however, I knew there was no turning back. “Why else do you think I’d get like that when Natasha is around? Why do you think I was so distracted despite not being so earlier? Use your brain for once you fucking idiot!”

“And here you go again,” Clint said, rolling his eyes. “We were getting along before that stupid video played, and now you’re getting angry with me. Why are you like this, Stella? What happened to us just being friends like we were when we first met?”

“I can’t just be fucking friends with you, Clint!” I snapped.

“Why not?”

“Because I have fucking feelings for you!”

I covered my mouth the moment the words were out. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, but at the same time it felt like another one had replaced it. I had to wait for Clint’s response, and I already knew it wasn’t going to be one I liked.

He looked shocked at my outburst. My hands were shaking as I slowly lowered them from my face. I looked around the room, trying to find the security camera I knew Tony had installed in there. “Did you hear that, big brother? I said it! You got what you wanted, now open the door!”

“Not yet,” Tony’s voice responded.

“What else are you waiting for?” I asked. I could hear my voice trembling, but I held back the lump of tears that was forming in my throat. “Clint’s not going to say anything back, he doesn’t like me the same way. Why would he? I mean, have you seen Natasha? She’s gorgeous, and she’s so badass. Why would he ever have feelings for me when he already has her?”

“Stel,” came Natasha’s voice in return, “turn around.”

I turned to look back at Clint, who caught my lips with his the moment I had turned. I melted into the kiss immediately, almost feeling relieved that I was finally able to kiss him.

I pulled away after a moment, looking up at him. “Really?”

The smile that I adored spread across his face. “Yeah, really. I’ve been wanting to tell you for such a long time, but I always thought you hated me.”

“I thought it was easier to pretend to hate you than to let myself get hurt,” I admitted. “I didn’t inherit my father’s brains like Tony did.”

“She said it, not me,” came Tony’s voice once more before the door to the room unlocked and opened.

I couldn’t wipe the wide smile off of my face as I looked up at Clint. “So...what does this mean now? Where do we go from here?”

“We get out of this room and I take you somewhere nice where we can start all over,” Clint responded. “Forget all the jealousy and the fights ever happened and we try this again...but better this time.”

I nodded. “I like that plan. Let’s go.”

[heraldofzaun]

This is my “Viktor has never been a stereotypical evil villain, you guys are just mean” post.

Hi. Well. That says it all, really, but I guess I should elaborate. I think that Viktor has always been a victim of society [cue Joker meme], it’s just that what society has shifted over the course of his lore update.

With new lore, it’s very clearly Piltover casting him out for his (in my opinion, pretty unethical from the get-go) ideas on free will/worker safety/etc. and that subsequently making him worse. But with his previous lore - what I run off of on this blog - I’ve seen a lot of commentary about how he’s always just been “evil”, or that his motivations weren’t defined, etc. And while I can agree that his old lore certainly has less of a word count (5x less, actually) and doesn’t make his motives crystal-clear, it’s just not true that his original incarnation was just a villainous scientist. (Nor is it true that he was perceived as one by his old fans!) It takes a little bit of looking at Blitzcrank’s lore, and the Journal of Justice (hey, remember that?) to see, but it’s there... So, here goes. I’m sorry for how long this ended up being (2k words!) - it ended up touching on a lot more than just Viktor.

Viktor’s always been stolen from. (Except for Blitzcrank’s newest lores, which contradict Viktor’s new lore, which... That’s a topic for another time.) It’s always been Professor Stanwick Pididly (now Professor Stanwick) who’s done the stealing - originally, he was a professor at Zaun’s “prestigious College of Techmaturgy”. In new lore, he’s a professor at an unnamed academy in Piltover. I think the best way to track the new/old changes is bullet-points, rather than writing this all out. Tumblr doesn’t allow T-charts, sadly.

Professor Pididly in old lore:

Zaunite professor.

Stole Blitzcrank (well, the accolades for developing Blitz’s sentience) from Viktor and Viktor’s doctoral team. (While this is headcanon, I’ve always assumed that Stanwick was Viktor’s (and Viktor’s team’s) doctoral advisor. I can’t quite imagine how else he’d pull off stealing a group project like that.) Viktor subsequently withdrew from the college and “barricaded himself in his private laboratory”. (Which is his house in my personal take, because really - what sort of doctoral student can afford a lab?)

Blitzcrank’s case reached Zaun’s legal system, resulting in a “legal maelstrom” (Blitz’s original lore) that ended with Stanwick presumably being legally declared Blitzcrank’s creator.

Blitzcrank’s lore states that “most now know the truth” in regards to who his creator is. This is important for later, so stick that in your back pocket.

Pididly is referred to as “Professor Pididly” in JoJ issues 3, 18, and 23, which are given the dates of August of 20CLE, March of 21 CLE, and June of 21 CLE.

Side note: According to Orianna’s judgment, which is dated May of 21 CLE - stay with me here, it’ll make sense - Blitzcrank entered the League “years before”. As League at this time was mostly running in time with the real world, this makes sense - Blitzcrank was a 2009 champion and Orianna was released in 2011. Judgments seem to be dated to a few days before a champion’s release, in order to tie with the lore - one had to be “Judged” before made a champion... but I’m rambling. Anyways, years before, back pocket.

Is referred to as “Chairman Pididly” in JoJ issue 27, dated August of 21 CLE. “Chairman” seems to be a title given to those in political power in Zaun. Another example is Chairman Magnus Dunderson, Zaun’s “Chief Executive” (issue 5). (I could’ve sworn that there is canonically a “Board of Executives” in old lore Zaun, but scrubbing through the JoJ on the wiki hasn’t turned it up - just Blitzcrank’s lore mentioning the “Council of Zaun”. Maybe it was fanon? Anyways.) Back pocket!

Also stole some work from Viktor in order to revive Urgot. Urgot’s revival was reported on in issue 3 of the JoJ, and the confirmation that it was from Viktor’s work is in Viktor’s original lore.

Professor Stanwick (Pididly? I feel like they ditched his last name because it was “too silly”, also because Stanwick sounds British-adjacent anyways and that’s Piltover’s “thing” - but anyways) in new lore:

Piltovian professor.

Stole Blitzcrank from Viktor alone, who made the robot to help clean up a specific chemical spill. Viktor went to Zaun for a few weeks and came back to find that Stanwick had “held a symposium on Blitzcrank and presented Viktor's research as his own”. Viktor subsequently continued on his studies, culminating with him later being expelled for “violating basic human dignity”. Viktor returns to a laboratory that he had in Zaun.

Blitzcrank’s case is solely a university matter. Viktor petitions Jayce to help support his claim, but Jayce is Jayce and doesn’t help out. The “matter [is] decided in Professor Stanwick’s favor”.

Blitzcrank’s lore doesn’t really say anything about if people know that Viktor made him (them, technically, but Riot doesn’t get to make the robot non-binary), but I guess it’s implied in the 3rd iteration? (That would be the first new one, after the IoW retcon making most champions’ 2nd lores being the same lore with any reference to the titular League of Legends removed.) He works with Viktor in that one. It doesn’t fit with Viktor’s updated lore at all, actually, because it mentions Stanwick absolutely zero times. (A post for another day...)

Has nothing to do with Urgot, since Urgot’s different now.

So, the general plot of “professor rips off a student” is there, it’s just got an added layer of “professor rips off a foreign/out-group student” in new lore to tie into the overarching idea of Piltover exploiting Zaun. (Is Zaun considered foreign? Yes? No? It’s sort of textually implied sometimes to be another city, but can it actually be when it’s physically underneath Piltover? Is the metaphor in new lore a class thing, then? Is it both? Am I supposed to take Viktor’s Russian accent into account when reading this text? I don’t know.) Anyways, so far so... same, in the broad strokes. Unless Viktor’s villainy in old lore is specifically because someone from his city ripped him off, I don’t know how you can compare new/old lore and say that old painted him as a villain.

But what about the everything else I put there? We’re getting there - that’s part of Viktor’s in-universe stuff. I’m taking a quick detour out of universe, to Jayce’s very first lore...

Which had Viktor stealing a techmaturgical device from Jayce. While I can’t cite this, sadly - thank you, Riot deleting the old forums and me not having the patience to look through archives at the moment - there was a backlash around this on the forums. Why would Viktor, a character who’d been stolen from, steal in turn? So Jayce’s second lore, the one that most people were familiar with before the new lore update, was made. Now Viktor stole a crystal after trying to partner with Jayce, Jayce was less well-established as an inventor, he had a bit more character... All good things. (Also, this is probably where the new lore direction of them being former college colleagues come from.)

Also, as an aside: this is the first use I can see of crystals specifically being described as arcane power sources... The only other discussion of magical crystals was the Brackern... which was then merged into magical crystals having to be from the Brackern... Which means that...

But anyways! Clearly Viktor fans didn’t see him as a villain in 2012, or at least not one that would victimize others in the same way that he’d been hurt. They made such a fuss about it that Jayce’s lore was changed to paint Viktor more sympathetically! (When’s the last time that there’s been that much backl- oh. It’s Seraphine again. Anyways.) So, again, Viktor’s perception as an evil scientist mostly seems to have come from people who weren’t really familiar with his lore. So... case closed?

Except that I also want to talk about in-universe things! Everything that I told you to put in your back pocket! Because this post is already over a thousand words and I have thrown myself firmly into this vortex.

Viktor’s victimization by society [Joker meme] is actually probably worse in old lore, which is a fact that I think has been pretty overlooked. While new lore Viktor gets kicked back down to Zaun and gets his work stolen in academia - with Stanwick presumably never being questioned on whether or not he made Blitzcrank, because there’s that whole “Zaunites are bad” thread that is both in and out of universe... Old lore Viktor sure does get it worse, although I admit that this requires some interpretation of canon. His thing with Blitzcrank was, again, a “legal maelstrom” - and with Blitzcrank being considered a Zaunite celebrity before this court case, it seems relatively easy/logical to infer that this maelstrom was a very public case.

So all of Zaun gets to see Viktor crash and burn in court. I’d say that’s a bit worse than just academia seeing it, as is the case in new lore.

And then there’s Blitzcrank’s lore flat-out saying that “most now know the truth” about who made him. (While this lore does predate Viktor’s existence - isn’t it odd to think about a Blitzcrank made by a faceless team of generic doctoral students, rather than Viktor... and a faceless team of generic doctoral students? - I see no reason not to take it as canonical for Viktor’s original lore. There’d been minor lore touchups before, so if Riot wanted Viktor’s creation of Blitzcrank to be an unknown... they could have edited Blitzcrank’s lore.) But Viktor’s still on the fringes, and nothing in his lore (which, again, was written years after Blitzcrank’s) seems to acknowledge that by the time he enters the League we have confirmation, date-wise, that it’s been years since the truth came out. (Orianna Judgment, etc.) That’s to say: people knowing that Viktor made Blitzcrank does nothing for him - he gets no apologies or anything like that.

Of course, if you take League lore as happening concurrently and nix the Judgments and the League, I guess that this is tenuous - but working within the framework of when he was released, it seems clear to me that the implication of all this lore is (whether it was intended by Riot to be read this way or not) that no one in Zaun cares that Viktor was stolen from. It’s an open secret. No one’s seeking justice for him. But it gets worse...!

So, it’s generally known that Stanwick didn’t make Blitzcrank by the time that the JoJ is running. And he’s just a professor for most of the run of that part of the lore, until... Issue 27. In which he becomes Chairman Pididly, someone who is now implied to have political power. (I have to assume he gets the position due to the political goodwill from Noxus that his revival of Urgot must have brought Zaun, but that’s just interpretation.) But! Even though most people know that Stanwick didn’t make Blitzcrank - that he stole Blitzcrank - he ends up not losing his university job (he’s still Professor Pididly for most of the JoJ, after all) but... gaining political office!

All of this is to say that Zaun is so crooked that you can have the fact that you stole from someone and ruined their life revealed... and get a promotion to government! You can shatter an idealistic man who had a “hope to better society” and make him into someone like the Machine Herald and face absolutely zero repercussions. I think that that is significantly worse than how new lore Viktor’s victimization by Piltover consisted of an academia-only dispute that left him with just some bitterness... New Viktor was, after all, kicked out of Piltovian academia for ethics violations, not for Blitzcrank.

Everything surrounding old lore Viktor is a bit harder to piece together, since you have to look through a few lores and make a few inferences, which is why I think that people don’t realize exactly how bad he had it... (That and time erasing memories, or people being new to the fandom, or people not being interested in Viktor, or...) But he had it bad, and I’m honestly disappointed that we never got to explore much of Zaun’s particular brand of corporate corruption in canon. Now they’re the perpetual underdogs, both victims and villians, and Riot isn’t quite sure how to write them beyond constant exploitation from Piltover. (Even the chem-barons have taken somewhat of a backseat lately in new lore, from what I’ve seen - Piltover seems to be the primary cause of Zaun’s ills, because the combined region is now an upper city/lower city metaphor about class. The chem-barons just seem to be written as a result of Piltover’s ignoring of Zaun - because Zaun seems to be more of an undercity than a sovereign city or state, but that varies depending on whatever piece of lore you’re reading and... Another post, another time.)

So. TL;DR: Viktor’s always been a character who was victimized by a city, be it Zaun or Piltover. Viktor’s always been a character more complex than just a maniacal villain, although it takes more work to see that in his old lore as compared to his new. (His new pretty much screams “we are trying to make him and Jayce morally grey”, after all.) This victimization is arguably worse in old lore, as it’s implied that he went through a very public legal case that ended with Stanwick taking credit for Blitzcrank. In addition to that, Stanwick’s subsequent shift to politics implies that Zaun is so corrupt that most everyone knowing that he’s a thief isn’t an issue at all. He’s untouchable.

Viktor’s always been the result of an idealistic man being crushed by a society that doesn’t care for him and his dreams. That’s nothing new.

[aceofspadegrass]

What? What’s that I see? Is it- is it another heist fic??!? :O

Heisting Yet Again

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Niragi Suguru, Last Boss, Chishiya Shuntaro, @a-simp-20 , @niragis-right-hand-rabbit , and your local bread pentagon, Me

Genre: Crack. We're fucking heisting again.

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Well what do you know! There is :0!!! Looks like we're at it again guys, causing havoc to Hatter and having fun while we're doing it!

And look, there's even a guest joining us! How fancy! What have we stolen today folks? Well, guess you'll have to find out!

Hatter thought they were gone for good after they stole his precious couch. It was peaceful at the Beach, as peaceful as it could get anyways, and the days were going by swimmingly. He even got a new couch to replace his old couch, which soon became just as loved as his previous couch. He still hadn’t forgotten the robbery, of course, and if he ever saw those three ever again he’d give them a stern talking to before he set the militants loose on their asses. They were traitors after all, and everyone knew what he did to traitors.

If they were smart, they’d stay out of the way of the Beach’s wrath. Hatter was sure they’d try to evade him and anyone with the bracelet that noted them as members, but there was only so much of them compared to the hundreds of people under his beck and call that could bring them kicking and screaming back to his land. Why come back to the place they had forsaken except to die, after all.

But alas, he was sorely mistaken in that thought, as he wakes up in bed to light humming, and rather itchy wrists. He tugs his hand closer to his core without making a sound, the coarse and familiar feel of rope around his wrist telling him all he needed. For good measure he tries to pull his legs, but his ankles seemed to be under the same type of bounds.

The humming continues on, undeterred, as if they knew Hatter was unable to do anything. He turns his head, and in the darkness of the room he can make out a vague silhouette trodding around his room without a care in the world, and the song was somewhat recognizable, but nothing Hatter could name.

Keeping his cool, he whistles to catch their attention, the person yelping and whipping around. That earns a chuckle out of him, followed by an annoyed whine by the other.

“ That was mean, you know! You scared me!” They whined, Hatter still chuckling.

“ Aww, but it was necessary! So! Do tell, dear, what are you doing in my room, hm? I’m in quite a predicament here-“ He tugs again at the coarse rope that bounded his arm to the bed, “ And while I don’t mind whatever comes to be in bed between me and my partner, I don’t believe I’ve ever met you~ Or have I? I’m sure you look lovely in the light.” He purrs in an inquisitive manner. The person just stays still, and from what limited light Hatter had, they were actually fidgeting a little, as if willing to walk out and leave him there.

He had to tread lightly. Whoever this was, they couldn’t be here for a rousing game of Bed Twister, seeing as he was still dressed and there was not a single inch of mood lighting. Scandalous to just do it without even a little festivities and scenery slapped in, with only ropes to keep him company.

“ Well, actually that’s just so I don’t, like…. die. Anyways, it was nice talking to you, but I have things to do!” The person approaches, and Hatter tries to get a glimpse of their face, of anything recognizable. He only gasps as they get closer and the only thing he picks up is a closed unslutty version of his kimono and an obviously printed picture of… wait is that his face? Was his rope tying captor wearing his iconic face and kimono? In his room?

“ Oh, is that what I think it is? I dare say, I wasn’t aware you liked me that much that you’d imitate me~ I’m flattered~” The person actually snorts at that, and pats his entire face with their unnaturally cold hand, fingers splayed and in short bursts, Hatter not expecting it and jerking his head away with a laugh. “ Oh my, what did you do earlier to make them that cold-” “ Exist! Anyways, here you go!” They chirp, and there’s a faint quack noise as something is plopped on his chest and they walk away, Hatter watching them go with a pout.

“ I do think you’re forgetting something, what are you to do about my rather…… prone position?~ You can not simply leave me like this!” “ Uuuhhhhh…….. get that cool steak-looking guy to help! Okay bye, have fun!” They call out to him before opening the door and starting to leave, Hatter getting only the barest glimpse of the back of their head.

Only, this also lets him get a glimpse of whatever was placed on him, and once he saw the tiny goose on his chest coming up to his face, honking softly, he can only lay there bound like a prisoner as it comes closer with murder in its eyes before the light was snatched like his couch.

" Oh sweet toma- AH IT'S GOT MY NOSE-"

Morning comes, and Aguni comes in to Hatter’s face being used as a nest, the goose happily settled over his eyes. Aguni pauses for a second, confused, the goose napping.

“ Uhh…. should I come back later-“ “ Oh, Aguni, a little help here? I have been ravaged like no other!” Hatter calls out the moment he hears Aguni, the man coming over and looking down at his friend, Hatter’s wrists still tied to the corners. He quickly gets to work untying them, Hatter shooting up the moment he was free, the goose honking as it was launched off Hatter’s face and left to fall down onto his lap. Hatter pushes it off of him, not at all caring at the moment of its safety in favour of his own, taking off the covers and untying his poor ankles free. Aguni watches from the side of the bed with folded arms, Hatter getting up and rubbing his sore wrists with a frown.

“ Oh, you wouldn’t believe the horror last night!” “ Did another one set you up?” Hatter shakes his head, and wanders around the room and making sure everything was still in place. “ Even worse! I woke up to such a position, and without something there to keep warm in bed, and yet someone was here with me! Imitating my looks, but without the sexy factor, can you believe the horror? Oh, woe! I didn’t think it was possible!” Hatter held the back of his hand to his forehead, dramatically dipping back as if to faint. He remains on his feet, and smiles a little when Aguni puts a supporting hand on his back to help him back to a normal stand, Hatter looking at him with a now serious glint. “ I do believe they’re back, Aguni.”

Aguni cocks an eyebrow, face staying stoic. “ The ones that stole your couch?” “ That’s the one! I’m sure of it! After all, why else would they come in here and take the time to assure I could not apprehend them myself? They’re here to steal something.” Hatter grabs Aguni’s shoulders, staring deep into his eyes as his face falls into a crazed smile. “ Death to traitors, after all. We need to find them before they get away.” Aguni nods slowly, and Hatter lets go, pushing Aguni away as he marches out of his room with a totally not unhinged giggle. Aguni rolls his eyes and follows after, Hatter marching his way down and knocking on all of the executive’s doors to wake them up. There was no time to waste after all!

It takes a while, but eventually everyone is up, sitting or standing where they preferred, Hatter briefing all of them on the situation at hand. Niragi looked rather annoyed, leaning back in his seat and combing what hairs he didn’t managed to pull up into his bun out of his face.

“ Why the fuck would they come back? That’s a fucking death wish if I’ve ever seen one.” Niragi groans. “ It’s fucking too early for this." “ Well, who’s to say they haven’t already left? Didn’t you say that this….. imposter of yours entered your room possibly hours before? It would be stupid to stay this long.” Chishiya says with that all knowing tone in his voice, Hatter nodding.

“ Yes, but there’s a chance they haven’t! They must’ve been scouting out what to take next before the actual heist!” Hatter rebukes, and gives Chishiya a warning glance when Chishiya looks unconvinced.

“ So you need us to patrol the entire Beach for them, got it. Let’s go, time’s wasting.” Aguni gets up, looking at Niragi and Last Boss, Niragi getting up with a grunt and grabbing his gun. The three of them leave, and Hatter soon shoos the rest of them out to help search the entire Beach again for the three musketeers and see if anything looked out of place.

Hours pass, and yet when they regroup, nobody could offer anything of use. Ann even questioned if they were even there to take anything, but Hatter had a hunch, he just felt it in his bones. So they separate once more, Hatter making sure to comb every single place in his domain. How dare they, really, coming back here to try their luck once more.

The sound of what at first sounded like gunshots catches his attention, but he dismisses it at first, believing the militants were just doing something. Then when he hears it again followed by terrified yells, he looks up towards the source, only to see a rather giant grey dinosaur with an orange beak.

“ Hah….?” Hatter comes over to take a close look, and the dinosaur was in fact not a dinosaur, but might as well be one, the bird looking at Hatter’s direction and fluffing up its wings. Hatter stares at the massive grey mass of feather and the tiny crown that seemed to be held by a thin string around its head, the bird raising its head and making that gun-like sound again.

“ Oh, well then hello to you too- Where did you come from-“ Hatter takes another step closer, and the bird just bows its head with a head shake and then wanders off, Hatter watching it go. People around it were catering away, staring at the beast of a bird and giving it distance.

“ Strange bird….” Hatter mutters, watching it wander away. Something in his gut begged him to follow, and Hatter was a man of will, so he starts to follow this creature wherever it was heading.

It was good that he did, as he sees a very familiar trio of people, one of which was still wearing his face and kimono. The other two were wearing normal clothes, one in a different robe and petting the giant bird with a fond smile while the other was more modestly in simple street wear and a head covering. “ Hey! There you are!” Hatter calls out, and they all look in his direction.

“ Oh hewwo!” The one wearing his face waves to him, the other two waving as well. “ Don’t worry, we’re just gonna…… RUN! Go go go!” They gesture away from Hatter in three rapid hand motions. They’re all running away as fast as they could, and Hatter was not about to let them get away, chasing after them as fast as he could. With how he generally appeared, he looked like he wouldn’t have much stamina, but they have also never taken him to bed on a good day.

And today was gonna be a fucking beautiful day.

The three were still within Beach territory and therefore still had people to deal with, even if they had congregated in a less populated area, and Hatter pretty much knew the layout like the back of his hand. They ran through the space, Hatter having to move this way and that to keep them within sight. That bird was actually following them rather obediently, seeming content, Hatter internally thanking the bird for leading him to their little meetup spot.

Niragi and Last Boss appear around the corner just as they were coming up, Niragi laughing and raising his gun, fully intent on shooting them down. Even Last Boss got ready to attack, grabbing ahold of his sword.

“ Oh hi there you two!” The woman that was petting the bird earlier greets. The third of their little squad immediately just separates from the group to avoid Niragi and Last Boss altogether, the remaining two still running head on towards them.

“ Hah! You think that’s gonna stop me? I’m gonna shoot you right-“ He doesn’t get to finish as the girl leaps up and grabs his head to pull it closer, giving him a kiss right there on his cheek and slipping past the crispy raisin cake.

“ Bye you sexy giraffe! Stay sexy!” She calls out as she runs off, the second somehow slipping past the two militants along with the bird.

“ Remember to practice safety procedures you two! Don’t let your ankles get eaten!” The other yells, Hatter rushing past them as they stood there stunned by the act that just occurred.

Hatter was intent on catching them, and yet they seemingly had too much energy and nothing in their hands. Perhaps it was something small, like all the bathroom mints, or maybe even a hidden pistol underneath their clothes. Either way he had to stop them and put an end to them.

They make it out to where the cars where, and Hatter finally sees just what they stole:

“ Hey! That’s my wine cabinet!” Hatter yells, absolutely appalled by this egregious crime, the poor cabinet strapped onto a new car like it was nothing more than a box of wood as the three infiltrators climb in, the bird joining in the backseat. The one wearing the head covering peeks out with a smile. “ Oh, that’s not all! We also took all of your instant pancake mixes I hope you don’t mind!”

“ Excuse me, I do mind, thank you very little!”

The driver, now the woman that had kissed Niragi’s cheek like no big deal, pokes her head out and waves.

“ Oh well! See you later! This was fun!” She shouts before the engine rumbles to life and they peel away with his cabinet.

“ Oh you three……!” Hatter stares as they drive away with their second successful heist, shaking his head in disbelief and thinly veiling anger in his smile. “ You three are in for it now!~”

[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet-chapter 17: wanting

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chapter 16

Potions seemed to drag on forever, Snape was just teaching a lesson, his velvety monotone voice going on and on about a potion we were gonna brew soon. I was trying my best to stay awake, I was still very exhausted and his voice was slowly lulling me to sleep. My eyelids felt heavy and I let them close for one second, or so I thought. I began drifting off and it was too difficult to open them again. I could hear his voice get quieter as I slipped into unconsciousness. I should have known better, I saw a kid fall asleep in his class once and he practically hexed them, he took away house points and yelled at the boy, which ensured he never made that mistake again. 

I jumped awake to a tap on my shoulders. My head was now on the table on my arms and I opened my eyes to see Draco staring at me. "Y/n, come on class is over." he said, collecting his books. "What?" I looked around and saw most of the kids had already left and Snape wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Where's Professor Snape? Why didn't he wake me up? Why didn't you wake me up!" I said lightly shoving his shoulder as we headed out of the classroom. "He left as soon as the bell rang, and I didnt think I needed to, I mean I tried and you didn't move so I figured you needed the sleep." He said smiling. "How odd that he did not get angry with me, did he even say anything?" I asked as we went to the Slytherin common room. "No, when he looked and saw you asleep he just rolled his eyes and kept teaching, I guess he figured if you have the time to sleep, then you don't need to learn haha" I thought over what he was saying, that's not like Snape at all why would he do that? And he knows I'm bad at potions so you would think he'd want me to pay attention.

We went to our rooms for our free period and I said I'd see him at dinner. I was alone in my room and decided to get the book out I had stolen from Snape's room earlier. I began from the start and read the first few chapters, I noticed it began getting dark out and looked at the clock, "Great I missed dinner." I realized I had gotten through almost half of the book, it was very informational, and sadly to say, was giving me some ideas. I mean there's no way I could earn Severus' affections but a girl can dream right? I got my bag and quickly headed out to make it to Snapes lessons. "Draco! So sorry I missed Dinner I got caught up reading!" I said seeing him in the common room, "Oh that's ok I actually saved you this dinner" he said handing me a dinner roll. I smiled taking it from him, "thanks so much I'll catch you later!" I took a bite of the roll not realizing how hungry I was and headed to the potions classroom. The door was closed so I stood there and knocked on it. Recalling when Severus rescued me from the weird encounter with Lockhart that one day, I smiled to myself thinking about how he's always been there in my times of need, so conveniently.

"Come in" I heard him say from the other side and I walked in smiling, taking another bite of my roll. "Evening Professor," I said, sitting down in Dracos seat. It was closer to Snape's desk, easier to hear him from here of course, no other reason. "Today I figured we would look over the Amortentia potion" he said looking up at me, I dropped my smile, that was the potion he was teaching earlier that I so happened to have fallen asleep during the lesson. "About that," I said, getting up and walking over to his desk, "I wanted to know why you didn't wake me up during class." I said fiddling with my fingers. He looked down at his papers thinking for a moment. "I figured you deserved it after last night, although you should have indeed been awoken, I didn't want to disturb the lesson either." He said not looking up at me. "About last night.." I began "No need to discuss the matter Ms.L/n, It was wrong of me to have not sent you back to your dormitory immediately." He interrupted. "What? No..I wanted to thank you once more, It was almost a miracle you showed up when you did, and not punishing me, it helped a lot, I've been having a rough time and i'm glad you were there." I said within a small smile, I hoped this wasnt to far a reach and he didn't find it weird, I mean he was just comforting a student, nothing more. He didn't say anything he just stared down at his papers, I had said too much. I turned and sat back down. "We should get started." he said, stacking his papers. "Right." I said not looking up at him. It fell silent and I needed to break the silence, "Professor how well do you know Professor Lockhart?" I said looking up at him. "As well as any teacher I suppose why?" he asked furrowing his brows. "If I tell you something will you promise not to get angry and get me in trouble?" I said looking around and then pulling my chair up to his desk. He straightened up and looked at me with worried eyes.

"I might regret it, but sure." he said with a sarcastic tone. "Um, well... During Defense Against the Dark Arts today, we were practicing the protection spell, and I didnt have a partner again, and so Lockhart made me practice with him. He said to do easy spells to practice against. And at the end of class I was arguing with him because he used a dueling spell and he proceeded to say it was because he knew I could 'handle' it," he continued listening to me closely growing more and more confused and concerned as I went on. "And he was like 'watch' and raising his wand, and I wasn't prepared and I didnt know what he was going to do.." I looked down at my hands scared to let out the last part, "And so out of defense I hit him with Expelliarmus and he flew across his desk." I said breathing out the last part. Snape's eyes went wide for a moment and then his mouth grew into a small smile. I let my shoulders relax at his response and let out a light chuckle. "Wow Y/n you really like to test this mans limits." he said back in his normal tone. "He just makes me so furious, and I was so shocked he pulled his wand on me without a heads up so I got afraid." I added. "Are you gonna tell Dumbledore?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Well what did Lockhart do about it?" he asked looking in my eyes, I shifted in my seat, he had such an intense stare and his dark eyes looked so strong. "You see, that's the weird part, he didn't do anything," at this he returned his face to its normal stern look and looked a tad shocked, "All he said was 'be careful, you never know the consequences of your actions' and then let me leave." I said using air quotes and mocking his voice.

But Snape did not seem amused, he just looked away and dropped his gaze on my eyes and looked at the wall in thought I presumed. He didn't say anything or the next minute and I grew worried, "What?" he didn't respond. "Severus what is it?!" I said raising my voice a tad looking in his eyes. He snapped his gaze to me and opened his mouth to speak, "Dont scold me for using your name, what are you thinking about." "Nothing Ms. L/n, it's fine I just wonder why he did not assign you a detention. And I told you not to call me Severus'' Wow. The way he said his own name was beautiful, but now's not the time for this. "Well we are friends now, and friends don't use formalities such as Ms. L/n and Mr. Snape" I said jokingly but he didn't seem amused, "Definitely do not call me Mr. Snape" he said in a cold tone, I guess I hit a soft spot, I mean it makes sense, he didn't like his father and I'm guessing that was what he would hear a lot. "We are friends though, I mean at least here in our lessons, I won't do it during school.." I said reassuring him. "If it will make you focus then fine, now let's get started we have wasted enough time."

Hours had passed and I suggested he teach me how to brew the potion now for practice, and to prevent me from any mishaps in class. But he refused and said to just wait until we did it as a class since it was already so late. I was sitting next to him at his desk since we were going over stuff in the textbook. I went to close it and my arm brushed against his, I paused for a moment and let the feeling linger on my arm, I looked over at him and made eye contact with him, I got up and walked over to my table putting my book down. "I uh was organizing the books today but didn't get to finish, I can do that quickly if you'd like?" I asked, looking at the last bookshelf. "No that's alright" he said, not looking at me. "I-I should probably go now anyways heh '' I said awkwardly collecting my things, "Yes that is probably best" he said shuffling random papers around. "Ok um I will see you in class tomorrow, Goodnight Severus." I said walking to leave, "Goodnight Y/n" I smiled and walked out down the hall. I got to my room and one of my roommates was still awake, I smiled at her as I sat my bags down and sighed, "Y/n you like to read right?" my roommate asked, her name was Ruth and she was pretty popular, she had long dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Lots of the boys liked her, but we never became friends, but she was nice. "Yeah I do" I said looking up at her. "Good here, my muggle friend had this sent to me, but I'm not gonna touch it so you can have it." she said, extending the book to me. "Oh t-thank you! Are you sure?" I asked looking up at her hesitantly taking it from her hand, "Yeah at least i'll get some use if you have it." she said smiling, "Well ok thanks" She just nodded and said goodnight turning out her lamp and going to bed. I laid it on my bed and went to get ready to go to sleep.

When I finished I sat on my bed picking up the book, "Lolita" hmm I said reading the title to myself. I put it in my bag and told myself i'd read it once I was done with the one I stole from Severus, I grabbed the small book and continued to read through it, it was actually very helpful, except for the fact I wasn't going to get to try any of these things with him. "If the one your heart desires, does not at first glance your way, find someone to make them envy and draw attention to thine self." Merlin this translation was kind of hard to interpret, unless it was really suggesting to make them jealous, my only issue was no matter who I dated, Severus still wouldn't look at me the way I want him to. I needed to get this idea of him eventually falling for me out of my head. I looked in the margin at at a note that was scribbled in, 'she has found someone' I frowned reading it. This poor person, they must have really wanted things to work with this other girl. I flipped to the beginning to where I left the flower. It was a little white one flattened from the pages. I grabbed my wand and murmured a small "Appare Vestigium" A swirl of gold went over the pages and the flower and a few small fingerprints appeared on the flower. This would show me any magic that was lingering but it was not helpful in finding out where the flower came from and who wrote in this book. I guess I was just gonna have to tell Severus I took it and ask him whose it was, that was going to be fun.

[championofsanghelios]

Personal AU Story - “You.”

|”YOU.”| PERSONAL AU STORY LINK/PRINCE SIDON (This was written by me, remember...expect typos and errors.) ... "I...wanted you to have something." Sidon says, suddenly arising to his feet as a couple of the Kings aides come into the throne room. Dorephan had left a few moments before, so their presence was rather unexpected. "...a gift of sorts."

Link can't stop the sigh that escapes him when he turns to see one of the aides had a blade to the Prince, who inspects it for a moment. "...you really need to stop giving me things."

"I know." Sidon smirks as he looks over the blades scabbard, nodding a silent thank you to the aides who move over to either side of the throne room entrance. He turns on the spot and holds it in his hands. "But this one was crafted before you enforced that particular request upon me."

Any reluctance to accept the gift vanishes from the Inheritor the moment he sees the blade. Beautifully crafted to someone his size and engraved with a mixture of Hylian and Zoran designs.

"Okay..." he says to himself, letting you a breathy laugh, his right hand coming up and resting gently on the scabbard. "Perhaps I'll make an exception just this once."

"I thought you might." Sidon beams, letting him take it from him. He watches as Link's metallic left hand grasps the grip and pulls the blade slowly from the scabbard. "It's taken Ledo a good year or two to perfect the designs I gave him."

"You designed this?" Link asks, holding the blade up. It was extremely light in his hand, though most blades were for him. After a certain amount of time it became less about weight and more about balance. The Guard was the most impressive part, a large sapphire stone in the middle of it, almost transparent and as blue as the white sea on a clear day. "It's beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so." Sidon nods his head, before breaking into a quiet laugh. "Ledo now owes me 50 rupees."

"Trust you to make a bet over this." Link shakes his head, before slotting the Sword back into it's scabbard. "Thank you...truly. This wasn't necessary, but I can't complain either."

"I wanted to give you something you can call your own." Sidon says. "You once told me you had an interest in Zoran weaponry. What better gift than a blade of your own?"

"You always know how to spoil me, don't you?" Link reaches up with his right hand and bops him on the dark red patch of scales at the base of his head-fin, between his eyes.

...

"...what's this?" Zelda asks suddenly, out of the comfortable silence. "A new blade?"

"Oh that?" Link lowers his arm, the interface above it flickering away. "Yeah. Sidon gave it me...he said it was a gift. For what I don't know."

"It's beautiful." she smiles as she picks it up from. "Custom made too..."

"It's the right size for me." Link comments, standing up and pacing over to her. "And as light as a feather."

He takes it carefully from her and pulls the blade from the scabbard. As he comments on the designs around the grip and the guard, her eyes track to the large sapphire in the center of it. It was expertly cut, and almost totally transparent.

"...my goodness." she breathes. "Is that a Royal Sapphire in the guard?"

"What?" Link glances her way, cut-off mid ramble. "I don't know. I'm not an expert on gemstones. The only ones that have any meaning to me are the currency types."

"Tell me, Link." Zelda tilts her head, realization starting to dawn on her. "Where did Sidon gift you this blade? Were you in private?"

"No." Link shakes his head. "We were just finishing up with that business to do with Tarrey Town, and the King had just left-"

"Were there any officials present?"

"Apart from Sidon himself?" Link asks, eyes narrowing as he recalls the scene. "A couple of the Kings staff...that's about it..."

He shrugs. "Why do you ask?"

"..." Zelda stares at him, her eyes widening slightly.

"What?" he tilts his head this time. "What is it?"

"...look at the stone again." she instructs, pointing to the sapphire. "Do you know what that is?"

"It's a ...Royal Sapphire." Link guesses. "Is that what you called it?"

"Exactly." she nods. "And why are they called Royal Sapphires, Link?"

"Because they are mined and cut especially for the Royal Family, I'd presume." the Inheritor raises an eyebrow. "Unless they stole them off of your ancestors."

"And what are sapphires commonly used as in the Zoran Royal Court?" Zelda asks next. She watches him think for a second. "Come on, I know Sidon has told you about the traditions at some point. He's anything but subtle."

"I think it had something to do with courting?" Link hums thoughtfully. "But that makes no sense considering we're already-"

He cuts himself off a little too late. "...um...forget you heard that."

"Royal Sapphires are brought out on the occasion that a member of the Royal Family wishes to marry." Zelda explains, watching as the realization transfers from her to him in the space of a few words. "A Prince or Princess will usually gift their chosen partners the Sapphire, often incorporating it into something, such as a set of armor, or a piece of jewelry..."

She sighs, gesturing to the blade in his hands. "Or in this case...a blade, the perfect size and weight for the person meant to wield it."

"..." Link stares at the blade, namely the Sapphire within its hilt. For the first time since meeting Avos he was transfixed, unable to take his eyes off of it.

"Whatever is going on between you two..." he snaps out of his daze as Zelda places a hand on his left shoulder. "I think it's much deeper than you first thought."

...

"...that's the last time I ever trust you to take the night-watch with me." Bazz laughs, following Sidon through the palace barracks hallways out onto the plaza. "I've already got problems with my sleep cycles."

"Well you did invite me in." Sidon shrugs, smiling tiredly. "And Tarquin was sharing his mothers vintage. How could I say no to any of that?"

"Any excuse to get wasted, huh?" Bazz reaches over and knocks his left arm. "I should have known it was about the booze."

"I'm not allowed to get as hammered at banquets and official engagements as I do with you boys." Sidon muses. "It's an excuse for me to let my hair down."

"You don't have hair." Bazz laughs again. "You're a guppy, not a Hylian."

"I wish I was a Hylian." Sidon mumbles under his breath. "Would make certain activities much less complicated."

"Speaking of Hylians." Bazz's hand hits him, much more gently this time, on his arm. Prompting him to look up, only to see Link standing there, staring at him. "Oh...what are you doing here?"

Link doesn't say anything. Instead he raises his left hand, revealing the Sapphire from the blade he'd been gifted. Bazz let's out a shallow gasp as he sees it.

"...where in all of Solae did you get that from?" he asks, only to realize it a little too late, and turn his attention to the Prince. "No way..."

"You didn't tell me about the Sapphires." Link says, slowly pacing closer to them. "...about the marriage part."

"I assume you already knew." Sidon's smile had disappeared. "And it was only a matter of time before you realized it and came back."

"Me." Link states, his other hand coming up to his chest-plate, tapping it.

"You." Sidon nods.

"Why?" Link asks suddenly.

"Why else?" Sidon shrugs again.

"I had no idea that you-" Link huffs a sigh, lowering his gaze. "I wasn't aware that you thought anything of this...of our-"

"-I think everything of it." Sidon states as the Inheritor stops in front of him. "Every waking second of my existence is driven by the love you have shown me, and the adoration I feel for you."

He slowly lowers himself onto one knee, and reaches out to take a hold of his right hand. "Against all the odds, and all the trials that this world has thrown our way. I have found myself unable to let go of you...When you quite literally fell into my world a few years ago, Link...you became my world."

He sighs. "I don't know what compelled me to have such faith in you. But I was not proven wrong. When you freed us from the grips of Vah Rutah and slayed the blight that took my sister from me...that faith was sealed, with all of the love and admiration that I feel for you now. You are my world, Link...and it would be the honor of my life, if you were to let me be yours."

Link suddenly looks up at him. "Why would you assume that you aren't?"

"I don't assume anything." Sidon replies, shaking his head slowly. "I just...wanted to hear to you say it."

Without any more words, he reaches up to the Inheritor's shoulder and closes the distance between them, sealing it all with a kiss on the mouth.

"Holy shit..." a voice suddenly startles them both out of the moment. They both come to the realization that Bazz had just witnessed the whole scene play out. "And so ends 3 years of speculation and gossiping."

Link cracks up, whilst Sidon just stares at his old friend, eyes wide.

"I can't tell you how awesome it makes me feel to be the one to break this to everyone." he says, beaming. "Oh I can see Lord Muzu's face already."

And with that, Sidon breaks too, letting out a loud bark of laughter.

...

[youarejesting]

Temptation KTH X Reader

[Masterlist] Pairing: CamBoy!Taehyung x CamGirl!Reader Beta: N/A Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, NSFW, Smut Rating: 18+ Words: 3.7k Request: @pars-ley​

Summary: You sign up for the world’s newest and sexiest Late-night Television program called ‘Temptation’. Where you are competing with nine other Cam workers to win One Million dollars. The catch? You can’t cum?

Warnings: Oral f & m recieving, Doms & Subs, Orgasm denial, Penetrative sex, Handjobs, Fingering, Vouyerism, Exhibitionism, Bratty, Daddy Kink, Impregnation Kink, Auralism (sexy sounds moans etc...), Orgy, Dirty talk, Group sessions.

You were a cam girl, but you had been recruited with the best of the best to participate in an elimination game show. Basically, you were not allowed to come, which didn’t include private masturbation unless you were with a housemate in the previous half-hour. The winner would win one million dollars. 

There were a few catches, you were each given a phone that would give you commands on things you had to do with other contestants. You had permission to do anything to anyone if the phone told you so. So if you were told to give a blow job you could, but the male was not allowed to finish. Equally so if you were told one of the males could eat you out, you weren’t allowed to finish.

With a sigh, you sat in front of the camera and began talking about the first day while rewatching the footage. You were told to react as if it was happening and relay the thought you had in the moment. “right here I thought ‘oh it is going to be easy’,” I signed up to Temptation and I am going to win. I have to win, I am planning on paying out my family's mortgage and perhaps buying myself a home something permanent.”

You took a moment to pause and thought “it wasn’t the easiest growing up poor, I have a good job now and a good apartment but I don’t spend money on myself until my family are in a better position”

You met the other contestants and you could pick out which ones would go first, the ones who had no resolve. There were four doms and you knew you could get them in seconds. Everyone was dressed normally and you each took the time to greet one another. 

This would be the easiest money you ever made. Everyone introduced themselves and their highlight cam videos appeared on the screen and you paled. Suga, RM, J-Hope, Honey, Jimin, lovelymi, Jungkook, EatJin. Names you hoped would “Hello, my name is V, I have been in the cam industry for about seven years, I do partner and solo videos, I am a switch.” His voice was so deep and it stirred something in you.

His videos started playing and he was grunting and fucking a girl. Him talking dirty while he used his hand, he was big and looked honestly amazing. He was holding a girl’s hair as he bucked into her mouth. All while looking and sounding so freaking sexy

“This be harder than I thought” you laughed “he is handsome and his voice is truly amazing, from a purely sexual point of view he is attractive”

“But what will his personality be like? That's the question. Things can make you excited but if he opens his mouth and is a jerk well that excitement plummets. 

“Hey guys, My cam name is Baby, I have been in the cam business for a long time I can’t even remember, I am a submissive, I have done partnered and solo cam video” Your videos began playing, you were thankful for the quality of your videos and editing things looked desirable and left you wanting more. You acting like a brat and being punished. You acting submissive calling your cam partner Daddy.

This last one had the dom’s in the room squirming and you knew you had some power over them.

“I joined the cam industry because I was interested, I got to have pleasure in the privacy of my own house and get paid. I use a fake name and I entertain clients with videos. I choose what I do in the video if I don’t like it. I'm sorry, I choose who can watch me. If someone is acting rude or threatening I can kick them out the website and my setup at home is protected so common creeps cannot find me. The people I film with are people I trust and also work in the business”

You shrugged raising your hands up “I mean what can I say it all sounds like a great deal, orgasms and money what else do you want”

You smiled and the Host spoke over the PA, “Please check out your new rooms and your attire which has been carefully selected in your size. Relax and freshen up dinner will be served shortly.”

You stood up and looked innocently at the doms. “What should I wear for dinner mummy and Daddies?” 

The four doms Suga, Jhope, Honey, and Jin looked at you with firm eyes. “Would you like me to dress you, baby?” Honey asked 

“Wear something pretty?” Jin said his voice firm as he walked off, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt as he walked down the hall.

“Wear something to impress daddy?” Jhope grinned and you went off to your room, looking through the cupboards and you thought the others would go for blatantly sexy but you actually snuck into Jin’s room while he was in the shower and stole his dress shirt and left, you made sure to wear a pretty set of white lace underwear but you didn’t put on shoes and you let your hair down and put on natural-looking makeup.

The shirt dwarfed you and you didn’t do up all the buttons at the top or bottom. Everyone walked out to dinner and you grinned. All the guys were either just in pants or in suits except Jimin and Jungkook who were in harness’. LovelyMi was wearing lingerie, big heels, and full hair and makeup. Honey wore leather and big shoes stepping out. You yawned pretending you woke up your hands unseen in the big sleeves.

“Is that my shirt?” Jin asked

“Daddy's shirt smelled so good?” Jin stirred, you bit back a smile and everyone started eating dinner and you reached for something and V made a small groan as the shirt fell open revealing your breast. You sat back down and grinned when Suga’s phone chimed. 

“One of your well-known skills is Tongue technology, pick one girl and eat her out.” He said with a laugh. 

“Suga, genius. The only two things you need to know” he shrugged looking at the floor. “Enough said”

He walked down the table and pushed your chair back. You looked up at him innocently. “Daddy is going to eat this pussy, is that okay my sweet baby?” Suga caressed your cheek, you did like praise. 

“I want a different daddy” You huffed pulling off your underwear and throwing them at Jin. Suga pressed his tongue to his cheek, looking visibly pissed that you were questioning his authority knowing you were playing as the rules stated if you didn’t want to participate you would use the safe word.

“Spread your legs, brat” this was a command and your legs fell apart. He placed them on the arms of the dinner chair and V looked down swallowing hard trying not to look but you commanded his attention.

“What a pretty little pussy, for such a bratty girl” Suga smirked, wasting no time, you picked up your drink and drank it slowly thinking about the dinner. After the initial surprise, you knew you would be fine he wouldn’t get you to finish but he was so close.

Another phone went off and Jimin read aloud his instructions to give RM a blow job. You continued eating dinner zoning out completely you were pretty skilled at keeping yourself from cumming. What surprised you was when Jimin came it was the first night, but the boy had an oral fixation and that coupled with an audience and the moans around the room, he came while deepthroating RM.

You were sad to see him leave but you were thankful the orders for the night were complete.

“Suga has tongue technology all right but, there is one sure-fire way to put me on edge and that is with a deep voice. I cannot stand V’s voice it is way too sexy”

It had been a long first week, you had been drawn to the edge by Honey and had given a blow job to Jhope who held himself together with swears and shaky breath. You were all sitting in the pool at the end of the week and LovelyMi was eliminated. The fans had voted her out.

The next week saw Jungkook eliminated. Honey had him tied up and he couldn’t hold back. There was no voting elimination but there was a challenge. You had to answer sex facts to earn points. Some of the questions were how many times can a woman orgasm. You won and the hosts Adora and Pdogg asked how many times you had successfully finished.

“Eleven,” You said, “I could have kept going but I took a break and ended up falling asleep.”

“I am impressed?” RM grinned, he had got the next answer right and the two of you got to draw from the hat some cards. 

“Hell yeah, I got a free finish card” You grinned 

“I got an extended order time card” RM laughed and you both high fived and headed back to continue playing the game.

After a few games such as the fastest to dress in their role-play costume, you all picked what door you wanted and you laughed when you were dressed as a businessman, you laughed at the array of costumes but V was the winner having won wearing a nurses dress. Another game was won by Jin and it was called ‘whose lips are these?’ You each took turns being blindfolded and you were kissed by the others.

For you, Jin’s lips were the easiest to identify, followed by Honey’s and you just knew when a large hand took your waist and your heart sparked that it was V. Three out of six wasn’t too bad.

“They always guessed when it was me, do I kiss a certain way or weirdly?” You touched your lips confused and mumbled in an afterthought  “I thought I kissed really well.”

You stepped up to V your heart racing nervously and you slipped your hand into his hair pulling his hair firmly and he groaned making you lick your lips. You kissed him and he kissed back his tongue entering your mouth and you pulled away watching him sigh in relief.

“I got every one of them wrong except her, there was something about how soft her lips were, and the way she tasted like strawberries it was kind of delicious.” V spoke his cheeks red “I want to kiss her again”

Jhope won a game of sex bingo where you had to mark off what you had done but the catch was there as like a hundred different things. Where you looked through your cam videos and marked off what was in each of them. Honey and Suga didn’t have a single card. V had a free from elimination card and Jin had a kink assisted order. Jhope won a group order card.

“Some would say, I am well versed in sex, and they would be right!” JHope laughed, clapping his hands. “I enjoy trying new things and well I have preferences but I can at least say I have tried it”

That week was fun, you had filed away the free finish card for when you needed it and hoped like hell you wouldn’t need it. RM used the time extend card for his order to fuck Honey but accidentally eliminated himself and Honey simultaneously.

Eliminations came along and Suga was the next to be voted out. There were four of you left. You and three males, this was going to become quite difficult. You were sitting on the couch watching movies with Jin when you got an order. 

“Give a blow job to the nearest contestant” You smirked and sank to the floor unzipping Jin’s pants and you hit accept on the phone and got to work you had a time limit and you weren’t going to lose one million dollars because of a six-minute timer.

You used everything called him Daddy made all the right sounds and gave him all the right looks but he didn’t come. The timer rang and he grinned tucking himself away and you rested your head on his thigh. “Please daddy.” 

“She is dangerous, I almost didn’t want to stop but I am here for the money, she isn’t playing around” Jin sighed “I can still hear her saying those words in my head and I want more than anything to continue our session.” 

You noticed V in the kitchen with a piece of orange in his mouth, eyes wide he had seen everything and you blushed.

“That was the hottest thing I had ever seen, she really wanted to win and I am just thankful that it wasn’t an order for me” He shivered running his hand over his jaw. “I wouldn’t have made it, and I don’t know if I would try”

He looked at his hands ringing them out before looking up “She is my opponent and I will do my best to win against her!”

Jin had used a kink assisted and you were given headphones filled with V’s moans while Honey had given him a handjob last week. 

“She either really likes V or she likes deep moans that is good to know?” He snickered “I think she is in love with V the two are smitten”

You bit your lip and turned to the camera’s “Oh this is playing dirty.” You hissed Jin was skilled with his fingers, he apparently played guitar and some piano but no matter how much he rubbed your G spot and clit at the same time. You weren’t going to come, even if V sounded sinful in your ears.

“There is nothing I want more than to win, but I almost didn’t think I was going to make it. Have you heard him, growling and moaning” You blushed burying your face in your hands “He is the only one who can make me lose this game”

You looked up and leaned back on the couch throwing one leg over the other. “So now we are all preparing for war”

Amongst all the sex, you and V grew close, the two of you Swam in the pool and played games, when you weren’t talking you were having deep conversations and at one point you even stayed up late chatting until he leaned in pressing his lips to yours. You couldn’t help but kiss him back with similar vigor. 

“Baby” Jhope called and showed you the screen of his phone reading out loud. “Jhope ten minutes with Baby everything except penetrative sex” 

“Okay?” You nodded 

“And I am calling the group card” he grinned 

You were surrounded by all three men and they quickly discussed what they should do. JHope grinned, telling Jin to return the favor for the earlier blow job and V looked disappointed. 

“I know why he chose me, I am called EatJin for a reason.” Jin explained seriously “these lips can devour women… and a good steak”

“Was I disappointed that JHope asked Jin-hyung to eat her out?” V scoffed a few times “me? never”

He got up out of his chair as he took his microphone off and walked away with a dark tone “What would ever give you that impression”

The next elimination saw JHope leave. And it was you and the two handsome young men, you understood why they weren’t voted out. 

You had an amazing evening watching V give a rather enthusiastic Blow Job to Jin who came with a loud cry. 

Now it was just you and V. 

“Am I scared?” You laughed at the question, touching your mouth in thought. “Why because it’s just the two of us now”

“It’s her who should be scared?” V looked proud as he held an intense gaze.

“I do this for a living, why would I be scared?” 

You tried to bluff unsuccessfully “I’m bloody terrified, Have you seen him he is handsome as hell and I know he will be the end of me”

“My biggest fear is not being able to stop. She is magnificent, we have gotten to know each other so much over the four weeks and she is cheeky and charming and sweet and I truly believe I love her.” 

He licked his lips “it started out that I thought she was my type but it became that she was my everything”

When you woke its first day with just the two of you and he smiled over breakfast. “The house feels lonely without everyone doesn’t it?”

“The house feels too big and too cold” you mumbled. 

You spent the week together which would be fast-forwarded on the week's episode. 

“Today is the last day the challenge is going to be extreme,” he said, “you think you're ready for it?”

“Yeah, I think I am ready, what about you?”

“I think I am more nervous I wish we were on even grounds your free finish card has me worried” 

“What I am about to do is either incredibly stupid or incredibly stupid” you buried your face in your hands. 

“I would like to use my free finish card” you pulled the card out from the back of your phone. “You better be worth it?”

V’s mouth fell open in shock and you looked at him feeling a little mischievous. 

“She is going to give up her free finish now so we fight an even and fair match tomorrow.” He said biting his lip “I love her, and I am not going to waste this moment I am going to rock her world”

You followed him to his bedroom. He held your hand the entire way and you grinned as he pressed you to the door. Kissing you hard and moaning into your mouth. He slipped his hand up your little skirt and plunged his fingers down the front of your underwear. 

He didn’t let up and he was kissing and sucking at your neck before he moved you to the bed and buried himself between your legs he moaned the whole time and he was torturing you. 

His tongue working magic on your clit and his long fingers curling up inside you. It wasn’t long before your legs began to tremble and you gripped the sheets as all the sexual tension that had been building up finally released causing your back to arch off the bed. 

You shivered watching him lean back onto his heels and lick his fingers and palm with a soft moan. “You are delicious”

“I have made a mistake” you whispered quietly.

It was the big day you were both dressed immaculately and this was the moment of truth Adora and Pdogg watched from the sidelines beside the three judges. 

“Now the rules are simple the first to cum loses the winner gets a million dollars”

“It is kind of weird knowing the finale is just the two of us having sex until someone finishes but hey who am I to judge. I am one of the people doing it”

You both went to the bed, there were cameras everywhere including inside you, that was a fun appointment. Even though it was a tiny little silicone camera on a fine cord, they were able to move the camera around by a remote so it was always in the correct position you would admit it was nerve-racking to have it inside you. V looked at you sitting on the bed with a nervous grin and you both hugged whispering under your breath. 

“Are you as nervous as I am?” You whispered

“Yeah, I didn’t expect I would be having sex on late-night television”

“Yeah I agree” 

“Do you think that after this, we could watch a movie or get something to eat?”

“I would love too” you breathed

Everything began and you were underneath V and he was working hard and a timer went off every ten minutes to switch positions so that you each got different stimulation and such. 

You almost lost it while he fucked you from behind, you were clenching around him tightly trying to make him finish. He was grunting and growling. 

Your mind was spinning and you whispered to yourself don’t come hoping you could convince yourself to hang in a little longer. 

You switched positions sinking onto him and straddling his waist his hands held your hips and he bucked up into you. 

“Let’s give our two contestants their first hints,” Pdogg grinned, the two hosts taking envelopes. 

“V has an impregnation kink” Adora read the card aloud 

“Oh yeah, daddy? you want to fill me up, you placed his hands on your lower abdomen and pressed back on him so he could feel himself through your stomach. “You want me all nice and full, huh?”

He groaned loudly and you clenched around him biting your lip. “Baby has a sound kink her preference is deep voices but she enjoys moans growls and pants. She has sensitive ears.”

V sat up putting his mouth to your ear and began, talking to you making obscene sounds in your ears and he flipped you over after hearing the belly and grabbed your hips thrusting hard. 

His speed was dangerous for both of you,  “Come on” he growled and you felt everything crash over you, your body practically convulsing from the power that had built up. 

He came after you and it was warm. The footage from inside of you was very explicit watching him finish inside of you. You laughed, slapping his arm, you fought dirty.

“I gave up on trying to hold back if I didn’t give one hundred percent neither of us would finish. I had to get dangerously close in order to push her over the edge” He pumped his hands in the air. 

“But I did it!” He cheered. “I won!”

“And there you have it V is the winner of the sexiest game of the year Temptation.” Adora cheered.

“Think you have what it takes to go online to our page to see behind the scenes footage as well as applications for next years big game”

“V, tell us what you are planning to do with one million dollars”

“First of all I am going to split it with Baby, and maybe take her on a date”

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[ardellian]

Every time I’m asked to specify my gender, this is what my brain spits out.

I remember staring at the boys playing soccer and thinking -- wouldn’t it be easier if I wanted to be a boy. I wish I could just wish to be a boy. 

Did anyone else have a conversation like that in preschool, and it kind of latched onto a little sticky part of you and never let go? I wish I also was a boy, someone says, with regards to some gender thing -- like how they all just seemed to be one big group, instead of pairing themselves up in best friends; like how they got to be wild and crazy without being side-eyed by anyone; like how no one ever wanted them to look pretty -- and you look at the boys and you think -- god no. Maybe I wish I wasn’t a girl.

But it’s not like there are any other options. 

Did anyone else sit alone on a bench when you were seven and decided that I’m just going to not care about them, about what they want me to be, I don’t want to be friends on their terms I will be on my own and it’s better. Being different doesn’t make me unhappy, it’s attempting to be like everyone else and failing that’s making me feel bad. 

I can’t not want to be a girl because I certainly do not wish I was a boy. 

Your friend is trans but you’ve never felt uncomfortable with your body in that way. You used to be ashamed of parts of it, sure, but then read somewhere in a book that being ugly wasn’t being bad and if you were ugly then you would just be ugly, and you stared at your ugly parts in the mirror and you said hello ugly boobs and ugly chin and ugly skin, I guess it’s gonna be us from now on. And you know what? Turns out having no boobs is kind of sweet actually; you don’t have to buy expensive bras and it doesn’t hurt when you run. And now that you’re ugly you can wear the things you want instead of things that would still fail to make you pretty, like that red hat, and that leather jacket, and one day your classmates will think you're a little bit scary and that’s a much better feeling than feeling pretty. 

So you like your body. Your legs are strong, even though one is a bit broken. You’re tall and broad shouldered and you like that. Sure, you wish your nipples wouldn’t be so “female presenting” because if they weren’t you could totally not wear a top on the beach and no one would stare. You wish you didn’t have a period because jfc is that annoying. But it’s not because those are girl things that you don’t like them. They’re just a bit in the way, sometimes. It’s not like having dangly bits between your legs wouldn’t be annoying as heck, too, not to mention the beard -- you have enough hair that people expect you to shave, except when you do it just itches and it just keeps growing and it’s such a hassle. 

Anyway you think girls are generally better looking than boys so why in the world would you want to be a boy? 

I’ve been “misgendered” a few times. My dad was with me once and I think he was worried -- I was fourteen -- he was worried I was going to be upset and I was just feeling proud and smug on the inside. Gotcha. 

And when I shaved my head and stole my mum’s old jacket because she wouldn’t let me take it because she said it made me look like a boy. 

And when I got so passionate about boys being worse off because girls (I) could (did) wear pants and leather jackets and shirts that flattened out my already flat chest and it was still acceptable for girls (I still wanted to) to go to prom in a glittery dress and in girly make-up and be fabulous. 

And when I had a crush on a girl and came out for the first time as a lesbian and then i immediately fell super hard for a boy and felt fake for YEARS. I never even tried looking inwards again -- if I wasn’t actually dating anyone then it didn’t matter, right? If I got together with a girl, then I could “come out”, I guess. And if I got together with a boy it wouldn’t matter, right? Who cares about what you feel or think in the privacy of your own head if you don’t really want to share, anyway? 

Did anyone else decide to never put any kind of label on yourself because then you could never fail to live up to that label? 

My parents used to say please just sit like a person and I always said I’m not a person.  

Does it matter? Does it make sense? To come out when you want nothing to change? 

My sexuality in the abstract has never seemed important to me, just to others. When I’ve fallen in love, it hasn’t mattered if I was lesbian, or bisexual, or straight. I, this person, was in love with someone, that person. How did my “sexuality” play into that? 

I never liked talking about my crushes to even my close friends, so why should I announce my sexuality to the whole world?

Ah yes, nice weather we’re having today - Yes, that’s true and also by the way I’m bisexual! - Uhm, okay? What do you want me to do with that information? - Oh nothing I guess.

Ah yes, nice weather we’re having today - Yes, that’s true and also by the way I’m maybe not really a girl? I haven’t decided and I don’t think I ever will. - Uhm, okay? What do you want me to do with that information? - Oh nothing I guess. - Do you go by they/them now? - Oh, not really, I don’t mind what pronouns you use. And I’m not going to change my presentation, I’ve figured out what I like. You don’t need to do anything, I just want to plant this confusing bit of information in your brain which I want to have no impact on how we interact because-------eh?

I love my partner, I look the way I want, and I live the life I chose. 

I don’t owe anyone a set of labels, and trying to figure them out has caused me nothing but misery.

I call myself queer, because it’s an expression of political intent, not because it’s a label that defines me. I call myself queer because everyone should be allowed to love who they love, look how they want, and live the way they chose. I call myself queer because to understand what that really means, to understand what that says about me, requires that you loosen the grip normative heterosexuality has on you for a moment. If I tell you I’m not straight -- I leave you unaffected in your straightness. If I tell you I’m not cis -- I leave you unaffected in your cis-ness. 

I’m not “not like you”. 

By being queer, by denying the application of the categories that makes sense in the gender binary to at least one person out there, I want to make a statement not about the thoughts feelings I have in the privacy of my own head -- which I am under no obligation to ever share and categorize -- but about the world around me. 

[ahiddenpath]

Digimon Adventure 2020 Ep 20 Reaction

HOLY CRAP MY DUDES, people gonna be RILED about this one!  

So, like, don’t spoil yourself!  Watch the ep first, then come back!  Spoilers below the cut!

I’m exhausted, this ep didn’t let up!  Ooooof.

So first, it me, so you know I’mma talk abou Sora and Koushiro vibin’ in the park.  We saw that Sora does still have a seemingly traditional, strict mom.  And when asked if his parents scolded him for vanishing for three days (NONE OF THESE PARENTS CALLED THE COPS?!), Koushiro looked aside and said, “Well...  My house is...”

AND THEN HE STOPPED, HOW DARE YOU, I AM BESIDE MYSELF.

So, like, are his parents never home?  Did he maybe never get adopted?!  That doesn’t make sense, though- he said he lives in Taichi’s apartment complex...  Maybe he’s in foster care, and his family doesn’t keep tabs on him???  Or maybe his relationship with his parents is already so strained and distant that they didn’t find it odd that he didn’t talk to them for three days?  Let’s be real, the parents don’t seem to mind kids vanishing for three days that much, so that could be it, according to this show’s logic...  

(“Where are the parents”/ “Kids getting away with weird stuff” is a highly common children’s entertainment occurrence.  Real kids don’t have the agency/ability to up and vanish for adventures for days at a time (one hopes), and kid’s media gives children viewers characters their age with agency, because that’s what kiddos want to see.  So, like, while we’re hard on parents in children’s entertainment for objectively being terrible parents, as far as concern for the welfare of their kids...  It’s kind of a product of the genre.  Still, one wishes it was handled more like 02, with the kids covering for each other when Digital World stuff demanded their attention).

Koushiro might not even have the adoption backstory in the reboot, but I assume he will to some degree, just based on other backgrounds being...  More or less similar, so far, at least from what we’ve seen/hinted at (Sora’s traditional mother in this ep, Jyou mentioning the academic pressure in his family, Mimi being spoiled, etc).

AND SORA WAS EXTRA SPECIAL CUTE IN THIS EP, THAT ONE FRAME OF HER, UGHHHHH they gave her the warmest expressions, and I am so here for it.

So I’m wondering if Koushiro and the others will now handle international Network issues that Koushiro mentioned while Taichi and Yamato handle Digital World events?  I do kind of like the kids divvying up tasks and functioning as a team in a different way, but...  This is already the Taichi and Yamato show, can we...  Not shove the other kids to a different task?  We’ll see what happens.

Now, meanwhile, Yams has to rescue his bro!  Velgrmon stole Takeru away right after Yamato found him.  

(Hræsvelgr is a jötunn in Norse mythology.  He’s like...  Sort of like an eagle?  And he makes the wind.  Basically, some more Norse nods for ya).

Velgrmon was pretty dope!  And scary!  And I’m not super clear on how the kids followed him into the sky- can Metalgreymon... fly???  But, uh, they did!  And Yamato ran across Metalgremon’s chain like an absolute madlad, jfc!

It was so sweet how Weregarurumon protected Yamato while he tried to reach Takeru, ahhhhh!  The ep used a lot of hand/reaching out imagery, which is always an easy way to elicit an emotional reaction.

Ultimately, they get Takeru out, and then recall that, “Oh, right, we cannot fly,” and they plummet to the ground, but they’re fine, because the kids are indestructible in the reboot-  EXCEPT FOR MAXIMUM EMOTIONAL DAMAGE.

Poor Takeru freaks out when he sees Onii-chan about to get wrecked, and here’s where I don’t understand Devimon’s logic-  He brought a Chosen to the Digital World, knowing he held his partner captive...  And there’s no better way to make a partner digimon rally than seeing their kiddo in danger.  

Angemon busts free and appears to save the day as Takeru is finally allowed a second phrase (we’re up to Onii-chan and STOP!).  It’s evocative of Angemon’s first appearance in Adventure, right down to everyone gasping at the point of light, the dropping feathers, and Angemon dissolving again, because THIS SMALL BABY CHILD HASN’T HAD A BAD ENOUGH DAY ALREADY, JFC REBOOT.

But Angemon had some... damage?  Corrupted data?  On his arm.  And just when you think Takeru will pick up his digitama and start over with a digimon who is now his partner, starting a new life with him...  

SIKE!  SOME JERK SWIPED THE DIGITAMA!!!  AND THEN DEVIMON IS ALL LIKE, “HAHAHA!  NOW YOU WILL BE REBORN IN MY POWER!”  SO I GUESS HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING?!?!?!

HOW!  DARE!  YOU!

I can’t, this is too much!  How dare you, he’s an actual baby!  Ugh.

AND THEN KOUSHIRO TALKED ABOUT KABUTERIMON, “He teaches me jokes, but I don’t understand half of it,” ughhhhhhh, ugghhhhh, I love you both.

So basically, after a string of eps with not much more than kind of... repetitive battles and one big reveal, this ep didn’t let up for a second.  Poor Takeru!  Lord!  

I hope they stop doing him dirty, LET’S GO SAVE OUR BAT HAMSTER!

[bisexualcrowley]

Stole the Show (Pt 2)

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Pairing: Dominic “Sonny” Carisi x Fem! Reader

Chapter summary: Y/n struggles with some choreography while rehearsing late one night, and Sonny takes it upon himself to help out

Content/warnings: Lots of fluff, cursing, mutual pining, anxiety/self deprecating thoughts

Word count: 1,487

It had been five days since Y/n had taken on the role of Donna Sheridan, and dear god had those five days been hectic. Since the night she slept at Sonny’s, Y/n spent all her time flipping between rehearsing and helping to build a case against the rapist, barely finding the time to take care of herself.

Dance, memorize lines, sing, memorize more lines, then across the city straight to the precinct, work the case, work another case, run lines with Amanda, deliver evidence to Barba, over and over, and despite the chaos, Y/n was happier than Sonny had seen her in a long time.

It was that night, five days later that Carisi found himself tucked into a couch in the break room hours after work had ended, going over a witness statement from the first rape victim in the case as Y/n rehearsed a dance number in the bullpen. Quiet music and the click of her shoes against the dusty floor provided nice background noise for Sonny as he worked, a smile working it’s way across his face as his friend’s melodic voice joined the mix, singing along with the music. Just as he was about to put down the file in exchange for a cup of coffee, Sonny heard a crash from the bullpen, followed immediately by a loud "Fuckshit!" and a groan of annoyance.

Chuckling, he pushed aside his paperwork and wandered over to the door, poking his head out of the break room to be met with Y/n sitting on the floor in the dark, looking utterly defeated as some ABBA song he couldn't put a name on played in the background. Sonny felt bad, but the scene was so comedic he couldn't hold back his snort of laughter before making his way towards her, pausing the music and leaning against a desk next to the shorter figure. 

"Wanna tell me what you’re doing?" He asked, offering Y/n a hand up, which she took graciously and winced as she got to her feet quite unceremoniously. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you Sonny, I honestly didn’t even know you were here, it's just this one dance sequence I just can't get right, there's only two days left and I keep messing up, I'm so worried that they're gonna have to cut the number!" Y/n’s eyes welled with tears that she tried quickly to wipe away as she spoke, not wanting her partner to see her cry over something so small. The tears went unmissed by Sonny, however, but he chose not to point them out, hoping to help preserve Y/n’s dignity.

"Nah, c'mon Y/n, don't think like that. You'll get it, I believe in ya"

His words were awkward but sincere, emphasized by his putting a hand on her shoulder in a feeble attempt to comfort the woman he cared so much for.

"I wish I could think like you, I want to believe in myself but I just can't Sonny, i keep fucking it over and the play deserves better, the song deserves better and the cast deserves better, it's supposed to be the highlight of the show and I'm just gonna screw up, i’ll blow my cover and ruin the play. I shouldn’t have suggested this, I’m gonna let everyone down and i’ll never forgive myself"

Y/n didn’t mean to ramble on in such a way but once she started, the words wouldn’t stop, and she took to scuffing the toe of her shoe against the ground as a distraction.

"Well first of all, it's what, two in the mornin'? You've gotta be exhausted, and all the lights are out, you can't expect yourself to be perfect at this right now, you've gotta cut yourself some slack." Sonny’s voice quieted as he realized how late it was, feeling a pang in his heart at the amount of stress this was causing Y/n. 

She groaned at the statement, grabbing her coffee that had long since gone cold off her desk and taking another swig before turning back to the detective.

"It's not like that though, everything else is perfect, right now if you asked me to do a run-through of the entire play, start to finish it would all be perfect except for this one part, it wasn’t in the movie and is supposed to be a bit of a shocker to the audience, but now it’s just gonna be a disappointment."

Sonny was silent for a moment, mind running through the ways he could be of help, before stopping at an idea that made his concerned expression break into a smile.

"Would it help ya to practice with a partner? I don't know shit about this typa’ stuff, but you've got enough talent for the both of us, maybe you could teach me a thing or two"

Y/n chuckled a bit, smiling shyly up at her friend.

Would you really do that for me?" She asked quietly, leaning back against the desk, hopeful eyes coming up to meet Sonny’s.

"Of course doll, we're friends, aren’t we? Besides, what other chance will I get to show off all these famous Carisi dance moves"

Sonny punctuated the sentence by striking an Elvis pose, eyes creasing with his goofy smile at the laugh it earned him. 

"Thanks so much Sonny, you're a lifesaver"

She smiled, turning to her computer and restarting the song.

"C'mere, follow my lead i guess? You don’t have to match everything i do, just, like, lead my spins and jumps and stuff, try to keep me from falling, the simple things" She said somewhat sheepishly, walking toward Sonny and preparing herself to move again.

The quiet beginning notes of Kisses of fire rang out through the speakers, leading Y/n to place a hand softly on her friend's shoulder, moving slowly with the melody. 

Sonny couldn't keep the smile off his face as the song picked up, Y/n flying into a complex dance routine, spinning Sonny across the room, hopping up onto chairs, moving too fast for him to have a prayer of following along. 

As the song hit its chorus the second time around, Y/n jumped onto a desk that Sonny just realized had been cleared off, tugging him up with her.

Sonny, realizing she had completely abandoned the choreography by now, joined her in dancing on the desk, spinning her around and grinning widely at the gleeful laugh she had let out at the peak of the final chorus. The song coming to an end, Sonny jumped onto the ground, picking Y/n up bridal style and spinning them together as the last few notes faded out.

She beamed at her friend, holding their position for a few moments longer before slipping out of his arms and landing gracefully on the floor, hands remaining on her friend’s waist

They stood in the veil of comfortable silence for what felt to Y/n like an hour before her hands slipped back to her sides, Sonny then breaking it by telling her she'll do amazing and to go home and get some sleep, before walking to the break room to gather his things.

"Sonny wait" Y/n Called out, suddenly panicked at the thought of the night ending.” Wait, I just… i want to… Thank you, Sonny. That was the most fun I've had in a while" She stuttered, a wave of fear crushing down the words she truly wanted to speak.  I love you, Dominick Carisi, and all i want to do right now is kiss you

"The pleasure was all mine, Ms Y/l/n" Sonny paused in his movement and turned around with a grin, which faded into a look of concern at the expression on his partner’s face. Crossing back over the few steps that separated them, he put a hand on her shoulder and bent down to meet her gaze.

“Look at me, hey c'mon, look at me doll. You’re gonna be perfect. You’ve never blown cover before, and you’re more talented than i could ever imagine. Remember, we’re all gonna be there cheering you on, even if we don’t catch the guy. Trust me, it’s all gonna be ok”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears at the man’s words, and unable to form a sentence, she stepped forwards and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug, Sonny returning the gesture by wrapping his own arms around her waist, strengthening the embrace. 

“You’re gonna be perfect” he repeated, softer this time. “I-... you should go home y/n, really, it’s so late. You gotta sleep”

Y/n sniffled, forcing back tears before nodding against his shoulder, reluctantly pulling out of the hug and gathering her things. She shot the man a grateful smile on her way out of the building, but the smile dropped once he was out of sight, a dejected sigh escaping her lips as she walked towards her apartment.

I love you, Sonny Carisi, you complete me.

[unimpressivethief]

Meet the muse:

Rules: Answer in-character. Repost, don’t reblog.

► NAME ➭ “Names’ Lilac Alstad. Mom used to say I got my last name from a Vikin’ in our family like a billion years ago. That’s pretty cool I guess.”

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭  “Yep, no one can stomach me long enough to date me. But hey, if you’re lookin’ for a literal disaster, you can hit me up.~”

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭  “I’m indifferent. Actually content might be a better word. I’m startin’ to feel more at home, comfortable even.”

► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭  “Gotta lot of reasons to be but I’m too lazy to be angry all the time. Rather take a nap or somethin’.”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭  He pressed his lips together in a frown. He looked bitter almost. “No. They were never married. My father is a sperm donner at best. He’s dead to us.”

NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭  “Snaeros of the Fjallkonan region. Ya like snow? Do ya like a lot of snow and ice? Extremely dangerous rocky mountains? Boy do I have a region for you! Hah! As if a foreigner can handle that place. You’d be dead in less than a week.” There was a smug little smirk on his face.

► HAIR COLOR ➭  He twirled a piece of hair between his fingers, “Know it’s hard to tell but if you squint hard, my hair is purple. It darkened over the years.”

► EYE COLOR ➭  “Lilac like my name. Told they sparkle like the lilac ice roses that grow in my home village. They’re rare and it’s a big deal if you come across one. It’s said you’ll be blessed with a gift by the guardian Pokemon. Touched one once but I don’t really remember what happened... Weird.”

► BIRTHDAY ➭ “December 15th. Mom really wanted to have me on Christmas but I came early. She was out choppin’ wood and boom it was time for me to come.”

► MOOD ➭  “Content. Haven’t you already asked me this?”

► GENDER ➭  “A guy I guess...?”

► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭  “Winter! Reminds me of home, also it’s totally the most romantic season.” 

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭  “Afternoon. Fuckin’ hate mornings. Everyone is always so god damn loud. Like shut the fuck up, some of us don’t sleep at night.”

ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE?➭  “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He stuck out his tongue instead of answering.

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭  “Yes and no. Happened to me once but it didn’t end well. Like to think if it’s real love it’ll work. Maybe. Or maybe I’m a dumb romantic.”

► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭  “It was mutual. We were just bad for each other. No hard feelings but we don’t talk anymore either.”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭  “Probably. I’m a dick.”

► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭  “I’m afraid of fuckin’ things up more than I’m afraid of the commitment. I sabotage my own happiness usually.”

► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭  “No but I have been hugged. The grunts literally have no boundaries and it’s only gotten worse since becoming an Admin. Buncha babies. Can’t believe Plumeria deals with it so well.”

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭  “Probably. I’m a famous thief, who wouldn’t want a piece of that?” There’s that smug grin again.

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “Often. Sometimes you gotta let go of somethin’ you really want. It’s for the better of everyone involved. I’m not exactly the best person to get involved with anyway.”

CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭  “Both! I want love but if all ya gonna give me is sex then I won’t complain either. Sex is great.”

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭  “Am I gettin’ them for free or...? If I had to pick, lemonade. I like lemons and sour things.”

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭  “Keepin’ friends are hard, I only keep a select few close to me.”

► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭  “Both! I love a wild night as much as the next guy but I also like spendin’ alone time with my partner. Sex could happen with either so I win either way.” 

► DAY OR NIGHT ➭  “Night! The most fun things happen at night.”

HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “Multiple times. Mom kicked my ass every time.” He frowned again, looking rather sad, “Except this time she didn’t catch me and she doesn’t know where I am.”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “Multiple times. I get stupid drunk too much.”

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭  “Who hasn’t? Sometimes you just have to accept you’re never goin’ to get it and move on.” He doesn’t look much happier over that question either.

PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭  “Both. Both can tell a lot about a person.”

► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “Both. Love it when I’m taller than someone but it’s kinda hot when they’re taller than me.”

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭  “Attraction. I’m no genius. I don’t expect anyone else to be overly smart just to impress me.”

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “Both. I want a relationship someday but I’m always down for a hook up.”

FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭  “Gah, more family questions. Let’s just say we don’t talk.”

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “I would say so.”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “I did and I never went back.”

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “I kicked myself out so my mother didn’t have to. She wouldn’t have anyway. She supported me no matter how bad I fucked up but I fucked up too bad that time and I wasn’t goin’ to drag her into it. It was for the best... I guess.” A frown remained on his face.

FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “If I hated someone, they wouldn’t be my friend now would they?”

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭  “I guess so?”

► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭  “My ‘Mons”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “My ‘Mons again.”

Tagged by: Stole this from @floralcalavera​ ! I have done this before a long time ago but I wanted to do it again now that more is known about my muse and I’ve grown into him more. Wanted to show off his story a bit! Tagging: Whoever else wants to do it!

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Titans Season 1: A Summary

Rachel: Please help me!

Dick: I will help you.

Rachel: Please dont leave me behind!

Dick: I promise I will not leave you behind.

*Dick leaves her behind*

*Rachel is kidnapped*

*Rachel is rescued by someone else*

Rachel: Please help me!

*Dick enters the chat*

Dick: But I’m helping her!

*5 minutes of Rachel emo sadness about no one wanting her*

Dick: Fine you can come

Titans Season 2: A Summary

Dick: It’s fine I got dis

*Dick did not in fact got dis*

Donna, Hank, Dawn: We hate this tower and have irrepressible guilt but we will lay blame entirely on Dick until he shows up in a new suit

Jason: I just wanna prove myself because I’m working under the original Robin who continues to never give me the time of day because of his unresolved insecurities in relation to Bruce despite starting the season with a supposed closure scene. And all his teammates continue to treat me like shit and mistake my immaturity and rashness with outright cruelty thinking I was pranking them by targeting their own insecurities when I myself nearly died and am clearly suffering trauma from the event

(Yeah I have some feelings)

Rose: I have a very complex relationship with my father but my character development will be shallow

Rachel: My powers are, once again, a mess and will define my entire character

Gar: I guess I’ll hang out here then and get brainwashed into a murder weapon

Conner: Look I’m literally a week old, I just want friends and to help people

Jericho: I’m ALIVE GODDAMMIT

Check date: 1/3/22

Titans Season 3: A Summary

Bruce: I think of Jason as my son but don’t even offer him the tiniest amount of faith that he can make his own choice regarding being Robin and if he still wants to continue it. And when Jason dies, I will take 0 actual responsibility for my actions, and just fucking murder the Joker before writing my will and ditching Gotham

(Im sorry but Titans Bruce Wayne is kinda a travesty)

Dick: Ok Titans I will now finally focus on you completely! All my attention is on you guys- oh wait what was that?? My past trauma with Bruce and my current issues with just the fucking horrible way I treated Jason require my immediate presence??? There’s also my former literal partner in crime who is super fine that is giving me vibes?Sorry fam, gotta go. HAHAHA jk im back I died for a hot second but let’s go on a road trip. I hear the DickKory love story finally beckoning (and not just bc I saw my daughter in a dream).

Kory: I’m having dreams. Oh wait lol it’s just my sister. I hate my sister. I love my sister. My sister stole my powers. I’m still having dreams. Oh wait lol my dad was actually a piece of shit. Oh wow look I actually have my own powers. And also I never call that therapist dude except during a crisis. I am currently unaware that Dick saw our daughter while he was dead.

Barbara: I’m a badass Police Commissioner but I’m gonna get swayed by a man child with severe trauma and attachment issues to his father figure.

Gar: Kory keeps trying to sleep-kill me??? Also I guess bonded with Jason a little so that’s the other half of my arc other than missing Rachel?

Connor: I am, for all intents and purposes like, what? A few months to a year old? But yo Blackfire is hot so sure let’s throw me into a relationship. Also Dick “betrays” me, then I torch my girl’s ship when she was boutta leave and claim her throne, bc I feel betrayed, but we’re gonna brush past all that and pretend everything is fine and settled.

Blackfire: I have a sister complex and that boy is hot. But actually I was probably one of the most interesting characters in the show and had a genuinely complex story arc (aside from the love story which felt stunted and out of nowhere).

Jason: Finally made it to the RedX story line. Do people still hate me? Yah. Did I try to make things better? Yah. Did it work? Kinda. Do I feel better? Nah. But hey at least Dick doesn’t treat me like dirt anymore.

Rachel: lmao I’m so bored on this island and Donna is still dead. Oop wait no her body disappeared. Guess imma head out.

Scarecrow: Mommy issues. Genuinely fascinating character to study. Genuinely brilliant plan to turn the masses against the Titans. Death by nightmare fuel via Rachel??? Brutal as shit

Dawn: I am once again completely defined by my relationship with Hank and none of my own personal worth. And then Hank died so guess I will have to continue to wallow in my misery.

Hank: Dawn hates me. Now I have a bomb in my chest bc I was a piece of shit to Jason, who was just a kid. Now I’m dead. But wait I can get back to the land of the living— aaand never mind. OH LOOK. MY BROTHER. Guess it’s all fine now.

Donna: I’ve been dead for like half a season already, but like there was this kid on the train and then I ran into Hank in the afterlife so what was I gonna do? Stay dead? Not for a hero.

Tim: I think superheroes are neat. Dying sucked but hey superheroes are still pretty cool.

Rose/Jericho: what was that? What was that you said about finding family in the Titans??? Hm?? Where were you?? All season???