#he has had the option to be a worse person and he either decides against it or he is prevented from making the choice

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I have a lot of posts about how I liked the finale and it was not OOC, but that’s on a stance of consistency, not storytelling and meta narrative. The finale is consistent with their characters (except Punz but that’s a whole other rant). I think the ending was far from well written (because the dialogue was fucking improv on a time limit). It’s definitely not handled well on the meta, but I think it Makes Sense. I don’t defend the finale because I think it was great. I defend it because I see a lot of poorly interpreted takes or just straight up neg.

I think I’ve accidentally come off as a c!Dream apologist or a c!Tommy anti at first glance even though I’m quite literally the opposite of both if anyone actually reads my long form rants (because they are rants under the thin veil of analyses; I am just throwing words at a keyboard without any central idea). If given a gun, I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot c!Dream between the eyes, and I’m literally a cc!TommyInnit main. He is literally the only steamer/youtuber I watch regularly (anymore) despite being the kind of person who prefers to flitter through content topics rather than dedicate to a specific channel or streamer.

Criticism where criticism is due, and I love reading crit and neg and I agree with so much of it, but I’m not the kind of person to reiterate what other people are already saying. You can criticize the execution of the finale all you want and I Agree With You. It’s terribly executed! But I’m going to ignore the terrible execution and the unintentional framing because it’s been beat to death by now, so let me shove what I liked about it down everyone’s throat.

I don’t intake the DSMP from the perspective of someone expecting a professionally written story. I’m watching it knowing that this is an improv told by amateur storytellers, one of whom is literally a comedian and the other who has the self awareness of a very small dog.

I don’t expect a perfect execution, but I know it’s well meaning. I think people are so desperate to hate sometimes that they forget that the whole existence of the DSMP is out of a place of love and passion for the story they’re telling. It wouldn’t have gone on this long if it weren’t for a genuine love for what they do, and we have seen first hand how other projects die on so so many occasions.

I think the DSMP (especially Tommy and Dream’s finale) deserves to at least receive some praise for what the content creators intended rather just neg upon neg, a lot of which are by people who didn’t even watch the finale. There’s a whole section of the community who loved the ending when it was first streamed, but I didn’t see anyone else actually talking about why it was good other than “Staged Duo My Beloved” and “Tommy is a good person!” like YOURE ALSO MISSING THE POINT. THIS IS THE SAME BULLSHIT STEVEN UNIVERSE FANS PULLED.

Tommy was a flawed individual who was facing his abuser and his trauma right as he was at death’s door but Tommy Didn’t Forgive Dream For The Shit He Did. You don’t fucking forgive abusive power hungry narcissists for literally killing and torturing you. But y’all are so eager to go straight to Murder just because it’s an actual option, but in the DSMP, murder is still framed as a Very Bad Thing to do rather than just some unfavorable activity that people take part in. It’s just that there’s no consequence for commuting the Very Bad Thing other than the degradation of your morals (WHICH AGAIN EVERYONE IS MORALLY GREY AND I COULD GO ON A WHOLE RANT ABOUT TOMMY AND THE THEMATIC IMPORTANCE OF HIM NOT KILLING PEOPLE)

But the prison literally failed! So what do you do if both prison AND murder are off the table?? You move on. That’s what you fucking do. You pick the perpetrator up by the scruff of his neck, strip him of everything that gives him any power, give him a licensed therapist or seven, then put him behind a white picket fence in fucking Wyoming literally miles away from the nearest person, and you at least try to live your life.

Tommy literally couldn’t move on because he was haunted by the very Concept of Dream. Even if he picked up his bags and moved to the other side of the universe, he’d be haunted by the fear that Dream would find him somehow because that’s how paranoia works. Instead, Tommy chose to understand the cause of his Fear so that he could get some control over it, so that he could close his eyes for once and get some fucking sleep. Although this entire time he knew it was a futile effort because they’d be dying anyway, but for once in his goddamn life, he deserved to at least feel some relief from the heavy burden that was his self (although this was mostly everyone) perceived Crime Of Existing.

GIVE THE GUY A FUCKING BREAK.

ITS NOT FUCKING VICTIM BLAMING AND NO ONE IS FORGIVING DREAM EXCEPT THE BATSHIT CRAZY DREAM APOLOGISTS. NOT EVEN CC DREAM IS FORGIVING CDREAM BECAUSE CDREAM IS A PIECE OF SHIT THAT SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED ANY AUTHORITY OR NEAR CHILDREN.

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Afterhours

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Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader

Summary: The Red Hood decides to confront you after work regarding a curious rumor you started as an informant. 

/ “You know what I do to bad guys, but what I do to bad girls is even worse.”

Warnings: dubcon, crime lord!Jason Todd/ Red Hood, degradation and humiliation, toys, daddy kink, being called princess, mention of drugs (for the plot)

Scrubbing at your arms to get some kind of warmth, you huffed impatiently. The informant was late. Sure, it was understandable why the Bat would want all contact to be verbal; both of you–well, mainly you–would go down if you were caught. Everyone knew what Cobblepot was capable of. The shorter list of convictions compared to other Gotham criminals didn’t mean that he was less capable, and working for the corporate and legal end of his business meant that you were privy to the real reasons behind the sudden company reorgs.

You shivered before deciding to pace around your office. It wasn’t like the informant to be late. Were they caught? Were you busted? Maybe you should just go home. You spent too many hours working overtime anyway.

The goosebumps weren’t going away. The office A/C that you cherished in the sticky and humid summers of Jersey was now a frigid hell. You weren’t sure of who was punishing you–the Batman or the Penguin.

With the creak of your door, you snapped, “About fuckin’–”

The last word fell into the nylon carpet as you stared into the glowing eyes of the Red Hood. The door slammed shut, and he left it unlocked. It didn’t matter. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get past him anyway. Instead, you froze in front of your desk.

“Yeah, let’s talk about getting fucked.” The robotic drawl of your full name in perfect pronunciation made you grimace as he stepped towards you. Any thoughts of him walking into the wrong office and getting the wrong person were gone. “That was pretty ballsy of you to drop my name in your conversations with the Bat.”

You couldn’t even deny his accusation. You thought you were being clever, that maybe you could do some of that double-crossing shit that the vigilantes and villains played so easily. It seemed easy because you were an amateur; maybe you were fucking up this entire time. All you remembered were the extra zeros in your bank account as you played Batman and your boss.

“Mr. Cobblepot has an image to maintain,” you told the informant–Spanky? Or was it Matches? Either way the name was ridiculous–“so he wouldn’t intentionally let this new drug hit his clubs.”

The latest street drug in Gotham had a similar chemical compound to drugs like buprenorphine and chlordiazepoxide. They eased the symptoms of withdrawal, making a more tolerable and safer transition into sobriety.

“So you’re saying that sobering up his clients isn’t in his best interest?” His mustache twitched, and you wondered if it was glued on or real.

“Exactly. His regular clients would seek out other dealers to get the high they’re used to. They don’t go to the Iceberg Lounge for the atmosphere. They go because it’s one of the safer options to get snowed. Who knows what sort of diabolical shit is mixed into the Black Mask’s supply?”

His mustache wiggled as he hummed. “Well, if it isn’t the Penguin, who else would put this on the streets?”

The informant paid close attention to your words as you paused to give him a new lead. 

“Well, if you're looking for the name of a cartel or gang, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I don’t know much about its manufacturing or distribution. I work in communications, so…” 

Crossing your arms, you blew some air as you tried to think of a name to distract the Bat and keep your wallet fat. “The only crime lord that would benefit from this is the Red Hood, don’t you think?”

Ever since he first showed up on the scene, he’d been adamant about cleaning up the underbelly of Gotham. His strict rules against selling to kids made the areas he controlled safer. Commissioning this drug and letting it hit the Gotham market was a way to help addiction-addled neighborhoods rebuild. 

His expression was unreadable behind his dark glasses. The only way you knew that he was satisfied with your answer was when you heard your bank app ding with the agreement that you’d meet again in two weeks.

At the time, you thought that mentioning the Red Hood was ingenious. Compared to other criminals, the Red Hood seemed to be less vicious towards women. Since his rise to power, there hadn’t been any reports or news about him or his henchmen attacking them. If the informant wanted you to name drop someone, you were going to choose someone who would maybe spare your life. Yet seeing him up close gave you some doubt.

You swallowed your nervousness as you edged to the desk. Your hands blindly reached for something that could do some damage, but alas, your laptop was packed away and your pens were in their drawer.

“Look,” he sighed, “if you’re gonna play dirty, you gotta make sure your opponent can’t find dirt on you.” It was a roundabout way of calling you a dumbass.

You half turned to watch him circle round your desk, kneeling to dial in the combo to your locked drawer. Stupidly, you got closer when you heard the click that told you he opened it successfully. Using your birthday backwards as the combo was enough to deter nosy co-workers but clearly wasn’t not secure enough to deter a crime lord with a vendetta. If you made it out alive, you promised yourself that you’d change all of your passwords to something with stronger security–you’d even make sure that you didn’t repeat them on several accounts.

“Jesus,” the Red Hood laughed through his modulator, “you got the rechargeable one too? I’m not sure if Cobblefield ain’t paying you shit, batteries are expensive, you’re environmentally-conscious,, or it’s some combination of the above.” 

The sight of a cross-armed Red Hood with your rabbit vibe in his hands was something you’d never imagine in your wildest dreams.

“Your little toy isn’t the only thing I found out about you.” 

Oh god, what else did he find? Your face felt hot from embarrassment.

“Did you know that the sites you go on and the things you search can still be tracked by an establishment’s WiFi network log?” 

He was grinning beneath the mask, you just knew it. Bastard. 

“Yeah, even if you use your phone on private browsing… Crazy, right?”

All you could muster was a choked ‘yeah’ as you tried to recall everything you looked up in the past week. It was highly likely that the Red Hood looked back at least a month. Now what did you search for that wasn’t related to work?

You didn’t have to recall. He listed it out for you in a painfully slow and enunciated manner.

“Red Hood shirtless, Red Hood legs spread, Red Hood dick size, mask or helmet kink, intro to BDSM, what is a service top… And this was just within the past two weeks, goddamn.” He shook his head in judgment. “Should I continue?”

Fuck.

You couldn’t show fear to these types of people, you learned early on in your career. That’s what they got off on.

“What’s wrong with a woman having a healthy sexual appetite?” You asked defensively. “You some kind of prude or what?” That seemed to get a genuine laugh out of him.

“See, here’s the thing,” he told you, helping himself to your luxury office chair, leaning back as his boots settled on the desk. “Everyone thinks that I’m a bad guy, that I just blindly use violence to punish even badder guys. ‘There aren’t any brains under that hood! He’s just some beefy bastard with a fat cock! An idiot! A dunce!’” If he was speaking in some high-pitched mocking tone, his modulator didn’t catch it. It stayed in that robotic monotone.

Jason paused for a second to see if you’d agree, forgetting that a normal reaction was to be scared shitless and mute. When you didn’t make an indication of anything, those combat boots of his hit the carpet with a thud, chair screeching and lurching forward to see your face. Your toy laid forgotten on the desk.

Audibly you swallowed as you looked at him–well, not really him but the mask that he wore, the bright white of his eyes a stark contrast to the cherry red of his helmet. It was the mystery of what he looked like beneath it that drove your imagination wild. What color were his eyes? His hair? How full were his lips? Did he have scars?

As if knowing that you wanted a better angle, he tilted your chin to comply with your unspoken wish. It wasn’t as if it changed anything; you still knew nothing of his looks, but the cool leather of his glove made you more aware of how starved you were of any kind of touch. That healthy sexual appetite you claimed to have suddenly turned into hunger pangs.

“There was a lot of thought put into this plan, sweetheart,” the Red Hood chided.

His glove left your face to press on some hidden panel close to his jaw. There was a soft click that loosened his helmet.

Then you heard him–somewhat muffled and low and incredibly human. 

“See, I’m giving you a pretty sick deal. You get to live out one of your fantasies in exchange for recanting your statement to the Bat. Even if I have nothing to hide, I hate whenever the old man comes sniffing around. Don’t worry. I’ll even promise my protection too in the event of retaliation–from him or Cobblepot. Do we have a deal or not?”

Your voice came out breathier than you realized. “And if I say no?”

He made a show of taking off his helmet, and to your surprise, a red domino mask covered his eyes. Tousling his dark curls, he pursed those perfect lips, “Well, shit. When I was searching through those logs, I figured that you’d be so horny for me that refusing wouldn’t even cross your mind.”

It was starting to make sense why Cobblepot was always irritated after dealing with the Red Hood. You laughed. “Look Hood, the quips were cute at first, but they’re getting old fast. You’re so full of yourself. Now tell me what happens if I refuse.”

“One, if you say yes, you could be full of me too.” You imagined that if he took the domino off that he’d punctuate that sentence with a wink. “And two…”

You could hear the smile in his voice along with something devious. When did he get so close? He was slotted between your legs as you sat on the edge of your desk. The cool feel of his gloves pulled your arms back and held your wrists there, leaving you captive to whatever he had to say.

“You know what I do to bad guys, but what I do to bad girls is even worse.”

“Oh yeah?” you breathed out. Fine, you’d admit it. That was fucking hot. “Then show me.”

“Show you what?”

His thigh nudged your center, pushing your dress skirt up with the motion.

“What you do to bad girls,” you said through gritted teeth. His hold on your wrists kept your upper body in place.

“Say it for me first.”

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t use your leg to drag him closer. You hooked one leg behind him. Now you could feel his length against you though he wouldn’t budge otherwise.

“Please.” 

Nothing.

“Daddy, please.”

“You can be obedient when you want to be, huh? Fuckin’ brat.” Jason found amusement in your frustration. “Sorry, but those aren’t the right words. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, we have a fuckin’ deal.”

Finally that thick thigh was back to putting sweet pressure on your clit, the Red Hood’s slight movements providing teasing friction that kept you slick.

“Atta girl, princess. ‘Fraid I gotta shut you up for a few though. I know your performance reviews say that you’re well-spoken, but they made no mention of you being so damn chatty.”

Before you could talk about the irony of his comment, Jason let your wrists go and stepped back, using his free hands to unzip his pants and pull out his cock and balls. Your mouth hung open at the sight.

Giving it a stroke upwards, his balls followed the movement. Jason smeared his precum over the shaft, giving it a nice shine before ordering you to lay flat on your desk with your head hanging from the edge. His sack looked heavy and full.

“So this is what you meant–”

“Less talking, more sucking,” he grunted, taking the opportunity to shove the tip into your mouth.

The girth was unexpected as your jaw stretched to accommodate his size. You gave it a suck before relaxing your throat to take more of him. Jason eased into you slowly, watching as you swallowed as many inches as you could before pulling out and smearing his spit-laden cock across your mouth. You jerked him while gently sucking on his nuts, thinking about the reward you’d get if you could edge him long enough. The thought of him filling you up with a big, hot load made your center ache.

So focused on your thoughts, you hardly noticed that Jason replaced himself with your toy, watching as your drool frothed and dribbled down your chin while you gagged.

“Be patient with me, princess,” he murmured as he leaned across your body, vibe in hand, to push your panties aside, cock pressing against your cheek. You tried to move your head to take his length but the Red Hood’s weight made it difficult to do so.

Jason wasted no time shoving the entirety of the toy inside you, making you gasp. If you wanted him as desperately as he thought, then he had to prep you well so you could take him.

“Patience,” he lightly scolded you. “Damn, if I knew you were this needy for Daddy’s cock, I would have come earlier so the fun could last longer.” He placed himself back in your throat.

Slow deep breaths through your nose, you reminded yourself. It was difficult though when he was facefucking you in sync with your toy. There was little room for your moans and sighs to escape.

He most definitely understood your muffled ‘FUCK’ when he turned on the toy though, both shaft and rabbit ears vibrating. Your knuckles were white from desperately clutching at whatever you could; you needed something to keep you grounded from the assault on your clit, toy shaped perfectly to hit your G-spot.

The vibe kept making you moan, making your throat squeeze in ways that would make Jason cum early. “That’s it for now,” he said to deaf ears, pulling out to focus on playing with your pussy. He repositioned himself so one hand controlled the toy and the other held you down.

“Is this all you got?” You taunted, sweat catching the neon lights from the window. Your hair was disheveled and stuck to your forehead. Your legs quivered. You looked pathetic. 

The Red Hood laughed, and you weren’t sure of what you wanted more of–that mocking robotic modulator or the rich tones of his real voice.

“The way your lips are wrapped around that toy tells me that’s more than enough. If you want this,” his cock was still perfectly hard and this angle highlighted the thick veins that lined his shaft, “then we need to take our time. Luckily for you, I have the patience of a saint.”

“Well, I don’t. Sit down, so I can fuck you.”

He was used to more demure requests to ride him, so your brazen words lit something inside Jason. Fuck it, he thought. He was still annoyed at you mentioning his name to Bruce. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he watched you struggle to take him.

The toy came out with a yank, your pussy aching. The emptiness was only temporary though. There was something more filling, waiting for it.

Seeing that slight look of surprise on his mouth was worth it as you pushed him onto the chair, spitting on his cock before straddling him. Your panties were lost in some dark corner along with your bra. Your disheveled office wear struggled to maintain your modesty with loose buttons and crumpled fabric.

“Mmfph–fuck!” 

Your nails dug into the Red Hood’s shoulders as you tried to find your pace. You had about halfway more to go.

“Told ya,” he said smugly, reaching beneath your dress to squeeze your ass. He buried his face in your tits, sucking on whatever flesh he could. You gasped when he finally reached your nipple, his tender suction making you shiver.

“Big motherfucker,” you grumbled, bouncing up and down on what you could with his help.

“Damn, you feel good,” Jason sighed. 

Lately he’d been so focused on the complicated aspects of his line of work; it seemed like he could never just chill and do something for himself. Isn’t that what all the experts say? That self-care was important?

So when one of his informants told him that Bruce and his band of bat brats were poking around his turf, Jason’s first thought was to dispose of whoever Bruce paid off. When the informant said that the rat was the Iceberg Lounge’s hot publicist, he considered his first reaction too harsh, that perhaps it’d be best if he investigated this personally. Oh, he was so fucking glad that he did.

With each bounce, he pushed you lower on his length, and he’d go by half-inches if it meant reaching heaven. Fucking you with the toy first was a brilliant idea. Even though you didn’t say it, he knew you came. That’s why you were struggling on his cock. That cute little cunt of yours was still spasming from your first orgasm. How could anyone be so tight and wet, he thought, and for him.

He sat back and watched as you kept riding him with frustration. Your sweet pussy nectar was pooling at the base, and the lewd sounds it made was music to his ears. But the sound of his balls slapping your cheeks would be even nicer.

“Good effort, princess, but you’re starting to look pathetic and needy and desperate. What?” He laughed, swiping his thumb along your pout. “It’s cute. Daddy’ll take care of you.”

He hoisted you off him with ease, giving you another reason to make your pussy throb. A part of you wanted to ask him to fuck you while standing or maybe against the wall. No! A small rational voice told you. Let’s see what he does first.

Laying you on the ground, he pushed your legs back with your ankles on his shoulders, exposing your cunt to cool air. It was slick and puffy from all the work you put in. Taking two fingers, Jason spread your lips so he could tease your clit. Each little movement made you twitch. 

Perfect, he thought. He knew how to get you where he wanted. The feeling of his thick, heavy tip rubbing your most sensitive spot made your toes curl as you huffed and moaned at his touch. Your hips pressed up in a weak attempt to slip it in. Your heels were nearly dangling off your feet from the movement.

“Since you want this cock so badly, I’ll give it to you, princess, but we’re doing it my way.”

Eagerly, you nodded. Your way, his way. It didn’t matter as long as he was in you.

Yet quickly you found out that you shouldn’t have agreed so readily. He moved impossibly slow.

“It’s a shame,” he tried to make small talk, one gloved hand carefully keeping the distance between you and his cock while the other balanced his weight above you, “that you chose to work for Cobblepot. How bout you work for me instead? Name your salary–I’ll double it. As a bonus, we can even fuck whenever you want.”

“You act as if I need your cock.” 

Ignoring your tone, Jason stated the obvious. You did. Your body practically melted in the carpet when he went completely in.

“Look how full you are. You think you can go back to your toys or another man’s cock after this? I ruined you, princess.” Instead of sounding remorseful, he was proud. “I bet in the days after, you’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout how empty you feel without me.”

You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of being right–his cock felt so good once you got through that first bit of discomfort–but there was no point in being stubborn. The Red Hood didn’t intend on having you hear him out. He was going to show you.

He fucked you as roughly as you imagined, using long strokes that left both of you breathless. There was something erotic about the sudden silence. There was only heavy breathing and moans, slick sounds and pounding.

And when you came, it was like the lights cut out, eyes squeezed shut for total darkness. The only electricity existed in his touch, sparking waves of pleasure throughout your body.

–

Uncertain if you actually dozed off or not, you woke up to a familiar mechanic hum. He had his helmet back on, his clothes back to their baseline level of grunge. Perhaps it was because of the intimacy you shared, but the Red Hood seemed far less threatening now compared to the start of the night.

“Don’t forget about the deal we made,” he told you, standing near your feet.

Like him, going back to how you normally were was easy now that lust no longer clouded your actions.

“And what if I don’t?” you asked, standing slowly from sore muscles. “Like you said earlier, I am a bad girl.”

“I’ve already planned for that.”

You tried to fix your dress to the best of your abilities. It was no use though. It was a poor victim of your decisions.

“Well, if that’s the case, expect another visit.” 

You stalled, letting the fabric fall as you tried to decipher his meaning behind the modulator. Was that a threat or a promise?

“And next time, I’m coming during office hours.”

You let the warm sensation of his cum sliding down your thighs decide for you.

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Hi hope it’s not to late to request yandere demon bull family , with reader having a crush on MK please 🙏

Bullfam reacts to dating MK

(Alternate Scenario)

Red Son’s reaction closely mirrors MK’s in the Monkiefam scenario, just far more severe and less quick to open up to the idea of his little sibling dating.

As the seasons go on, he’s more and more likely to grudgingly accept your relationship with the filthy, awful, empty-brained, plan-wrecking, noodle-making peasant. By season four, he’ll have a severely vitriolic view of your relationship, but will very unhappily accept that MK not only makes you happy, but also keeps you safe.

In season one? He explodes into a blind rage and temporarily switches his plans from taking over the city/world to outright killing his rival.

You sigh as you step into your room, where your brother is, but has no right to be, in your personal opinion. You feel more of a mild annoyance at him going through your things than anything else, though. He does this regularly, giving his reasons as “keeping you out of trouble” and “making sure you aren’t up to anything”.

Today is the first day after years of relentless searching that he finds something.

Red Son’s hand trembles with an emotion you can’t quite place, holding an item you can’t quite see. You peek closer, shifting to look around his shoulder.

It’s your phone, with your messages open.

And he’s looking through the chats you’ve had with MK.

“Y/N! EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW, YOU- YOU- YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON! HOW DARE YOU?! RUNNING AROUND WITH THE DEMON BULL FAMILY’S GREATEST ENEMY?! DO WE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?! DO YOU NOT LOVE US? DO YOU LOVE HIM MORE THAN US?!”

He throws your phone to the ground, crushing it with a flaming foot. Then that fire begins to spread.

Flames gush freely from his hands, his eyes, his hair, all setting him alight in a brutal display of the power he wields. The fire he spews grows hotter and brighter until almost all of his body is consumed by an eye-searing light. You’re forced to turn your head and cover your eyes. There’s nothing you can do to stop him right now, and you certainly can’t go running to your parents, either.

Even if they did decide to step in and force him to stand down, it would mean revealing to them your relationship with the first and foremost obstacle to their plans and schemes. They might even go so far as to fan his fury, encouraging him as he sets off on a one-man warpath towards Megapolis, and with it, MK.

The best and safest option here is to bite the bullet and desperately apologize and start to beg for him to calm down. Tell him that you’re sorry for keeping secrets, for getting into a relationship without his knowledge or consent, for sneaking around with his rival. Tell him you’ll call the whole thing off and break up with MK if he just calms down and stops burning things, if he promises not to hurt anybody. If you cry and tremble as you make promise after promise, there’s a better chance it’ll work.

And though your pleading does slowly get through to Red Son, his anger is only ever so slightly mitigated. Shaking so fiercely that he threatens to combust once more, he grips your shoulder with just enough strength to leave a bruise and throws you into your closet, locking it behind you before stomping off to speak with his parents about what you’ve been doing.

You’re left alone, sniffling and shaking in the dark, sitting with your legs against your chest in the enclosed space.

Things are bad, already. And then you hear soft footsteps, and you know they’re about to get worse.

Thankfully for you, your mother comes to see you before your father does.

Princess Iron Fan is the calmest and most reasonable of the three, with iron-lined nerves and a perpetually composed demeanor. You’re lucky, really. If it had been your brother again, or; god forbid, your father… at least her coming here gives them both a chance to cool off from the news while she tends to you.

She slowly unlocks and opens the closet, looking down at your huddled form. Whether she looks at you with pity, reproach or disappointment is impossible to distinguish by face and body language alone.

Even when she kneels down in the closet to meet you face-to-face, her emotions are utterly indistinguishable. Your heart pounds frantically, terror mounting inside you. The red-robed demon shakes her head and sighs softly at your panicked expression, opening her arms to you.

“My poor, foolish child. Come to your mother.”

Princess Iron Fan might be evil, might be married to a would-be world conquerer, might be willing to throw children around in a fight… but she adores her family above all else. So she takes pity upon seeing your tears and brings you into a hug, letting you rest your teary eyes on her shoulder.

She’s still mad, of course. But she’ll preserve her image of you being a precious and innocent treasure that she simply must protect by shifting the majority of the blame to MK, deeming him a “bad influence”. You’re still getting locked up nice and tight in the fortress, of course. You’ll be put in a room with a door that’s too heavy for you to push open, trapping you inside even without taking into account that your parents seal it with locks both iron and arcane, just to keep you extra “safe” from someone who never posed any threat to you whatsoever.

“My naive little Y/N,” she coos into your ear with sickly-sweetness, tightening her arms around you. “Was my foolish child led astray by a petty, rebellious mortal? I had thought you were readier for the world, wiser to the tricks of it’s people… but I see now that I was wrong.”

Your heart clenches at her manipulative words, her loving but sharp tongue driving stakes into your quickly diminishing self-esteem. By framing a simple desire to grow up and develop a relationship as a severe personal failing on your end, she justifies locking you away. You can’t call her a bad person if she convinced you that it’s for your own good, after all.

She truly loves you, in spite of her manipulations. Iron Fan will be the one bringing you food and fresh clothing every morning, ensuring that you stay healthy and clean even through the long duration of your imprisonment grounding.

She sets you onto your feet, brushing off your clothes before cupping your cheek with one of her hands. “Come now. Your father wants to speak to you.”

All you can do from there is drag your feet along after her, dreading the inevitable confrontation that awaits you.

She brings you to the master room of the fortress, where the Demon Bull King awaits you, scorn leering from his eyes. She pushes you into the chamber, then shuts the iron door behind you with a powerful gust of wind, trapping you once more.

With leaden feet, you slowly walk forwards, head lowered to the ground so as to not make eye contact with your furious father. Once you stand before his throne, he leans forward.

With a long, clawed finger he reaches out to you. Carefully, he hooks his powerful and sharp nail under the bottom of your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Child,” he rumbles, his voice dangerously low and gravelly. “You have much to answer for. If I were you, I’d begin explaining… and quickly.”

Just as you did with your elder brother, and your mother soon after him, you take the most peaceful option you can, and try to placate. If it was just Red Son that was angry at you, you could run to your parents for sanctuary. If it was only Demon Bull King, you could seek out your mother and beg her to soothe his rage. Now that all of your family is enraged or upset, you have nowhere to run, no one to turn to.

“I… I’m sorry, father. I have no excuse.”

You do, actually. That excuse being that you’ve lived hundreds of years right beside them and have proven both your strength and maturity time and time again. Still, they treat you like a child and insist on hiding you away from the world and everyone within it.

“Please give me a chance to earn your forgiveness.”

You don’t want his forgiveness. You want your family to understand that you’ve grown up, enough that you have an interest in romantic relationships. You don’t want to have to fight to get them to acknowledge your feelings and desires.

Your father stares down at you with icy eyes, huffing and snarling. You know he wouldn’t truly harm you, of course. None of your family would. The mild bruise Red Son gave you just a short while ago was the worst any of them had ever hurt you , and even that was probably unintentional.

DBK leans back on his throne, unhanding your chin. Still, his eyes never leave yours, boring right through you.

“I see,” he says, his voice heavily guarded. “I see what the problem is.” The giant demon folds his arms as he rises from his throne, towering above you.

“You’ve been given too much room to roam, it seems. I have been gone for so long that you have forgotten the Bull clan’s mission.”

He raises his fist high, then swings it against the wall to sound a brutal clang that echoes through the room and causes your ears to painfully ring as you recoil.

“We are demons! We conquer, destroy, and rule! None stand in our way! We do not lower ourselves to commingle with mortals! We rise above the rabble, and crush them under our heels when they dare to resist!”

“Do you understand, Y/N?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat is painful, but you force yourself to do so anyways. If you want to soothe the anger you’ve inspired throughout your parents and brother, then you have to take the high road and play nice for your own sake.

Not only for your own sake, but for MK’s as well. Their anger is directed between the both of you, after all. Assuaging it is the easiest way to keep him safe. With that in mind, there’s only one thing you can say.

“Yes, father.”

[flowerflamestars]

Another alternative Effloresce pov. Azriel, as the slow moving shitshow train wreck his life is is quickly becoming a fast moving shit show train wreck.

I cannot tell you how much I love this one!

So, I would say across all my fics Azriel is a character who is the most consistent? Especially since almost all of them were written before acosf TERRIBLY let us in his actually creepy little headspace, and I've additionally chosen to keep my made up shadowman as he is.

Effloresce Az is basically Starlight Az but SADDER. He's Daylight Az without a kiddo and husband, Shoreless Sea Az without the absolutely beneficial retirement, and man is he TIRED.

You're Azriel, and your job sucks. Your inborn skillset leaves you zero other options, and you know this. It's better to be the left hand of power than in a cell for life, but you know what? Sometimes you can only do so goddamn much.

You're Azriel and that's kind of all you've got. You're one of a kind, literally. Alone forever in that. But you love Cassian. You play the little games with Mor for harmony. You respect- alien, ancient, different, probably what you'll feel like in a thousand goddamn years if you live that long- Amren.

You see the good in Rhysand, limited as it is to personal things, but you also see the vast potential for failure.

You see him listening to this CHILD OF A GIRL- who seems nice, yeah. You're worried about her, frankly. The Courts of Prythian revived her and will not just let that go- but that doesn't mean you think she has, shall we say, good ideas.

You watch Cassian spend days arguing against this.

You rock up over the wall and realize these two mortal, innocent women have probably been taken captive by Spring. Your orders are a mistake, you have a war to fight that has nothing to do with these people, but you're here, and you might as well do some good.

You move to neutralize the threat.

Lucien Vanserra does not act like a vassal of Spring. No, not even at Autumn prince. You can drown fire in the dark, but you can't swallow the sun or an ocean of flame without end.

That doesn't matter either, because this determined little slip of blond sunshine just fucking stabbed you. And for the first time in maybe decades, you just want to laugh. You've fucked up, clearly, but you're okay. (You can live through so much worse than letting a human woman stab you to feel safe.)

You hear Cassian coming, and you know.

It doesn't matter what Feyre is saying. Has said. You're Azriel and you can't not know or not hear- she's wrong or she lied. You have a High Lord sweating blood to protect a stunningly, dangerously charming woman and you have her sister, who feels less like delight and more like a dream.

You're a shadowsinger, whose providence is secrets and these two woman are shrouded.

You're fucked, essentially.

You know they're not really human.

You know they're hiding, and Feyre is going to break that right open if Rhysand has his way, no matter how many times you point out that the Queens want nothing to do with Prythian's fae.

You're Azriel, and you've always been smart enough to stay quiet when you have no orders forcing you to do otherwise. You're polite. You're frankly, horrified. You have no idea what to do with the Archeron sisters acting like you're nothing to be afraid of.

You know, before Cassian knows, that every wind that has ever carried him had lead him right here.

(You remember what that felt like. The fear, the euphoria. You were young and stupid enough to consider it simple rightness, your extra senses on your side, pulling you toward the correct choice in fealty. You didn't know what it was until too late. You didn't know and you never even got to know or got to mourn. You didn't have the right to mourn a girl dead too soon, who would have never been anything but your queen had she grown old enough to wear a crown.)

(Dead before the start, just like you.)

You decide, immediately, you cannot let what happened to you happen to Cassian. Nesta Archeron might be a compelling power, might be a fighter with ash in her hair and a cunning mind, but Shahar was a High Lady born. Not even that could save her.

You understand the instant way you like Elain is magic, whether she knows it or not. (She does not). Real affection follows quickly, you are, despite all magic to the contrary, as Illyrian as Cassian. You cannot not know. You like Nesta too- if only for her ferocity. Her bleeding, present fury.

They treat you like a person.

Fearlessly.

Easily.

You watch as their sister breaks their hearts, cracks already laid. You watch Rhysand act more and more territorial, and of course you know why too. You watch Lucien Vanserra safeguard the lives and livelihoods of hundreds of humans and you understand this, here, is a Court too.

A better one.

You quietly, a secret, kill their father.

You bind yourself in blood to a favor, and use it to unshackle the Archeron bloodline and their vassals from the Queens.

You watch Nesta Archeron kneel in the snow, watch Elain Archeron pull a knife on a High Lord of Prythian over human lives, and think, with dread and barren exhaustion, you're making the right choice.

The hard choice.

(How many noncombatants died in Sangravah? In every city Amarantha occupied? How many servants in the Hewn City every year? How many Illyrian children in the starving north? How many deaths were Azriel's fault, because Rhysand didn't care?)

(The Archerons would rather die with their people than live. Were educating their maids. Sending their kitchen boys to university. Taking in the orphans of other estates, having never forgotten what it was to be forgotten, hungry and alone.)

You're Azriel, and you can't not know how badly this is going to hurt.

[psychofreakforc]

Angsty core 4 thought because why not?

What if chad and mindy are still grieving for their loss (liv, anika) and they just can't seem to see sam as a trustworthy person? they snap at her a lot and, mindy specifically, has a lot of shady remarks.

Sam doesn't really seem to notice because after what happened in woodsboro they were fine, even when they moved to New york they didn't have a problem with her, so they might be just a little stressed out? Right?

But on the other hand, tara does notice the change.

Whenever sam is around, chad and mindy are not really acting like- well, chad and mindy and that was very suspicious.

At first, tara didn't think any of it, but with the days passing by, this behaviour didn't change.

Actually, it only became worse.

Mindy couldn't really shut her mouth and kept on reminding sam of anika, of leaving tara alone with christina, of her father starting all of this

And chad-

Well, he wasn't like mindy, he didn't have the guts to actually say out loud whatever he thought about sam, but to tara, it was obvious that he wasn't really "okay" with her.

He was basically ignoring her existence, which is just weird asf if you ask tara.

Chad used to like sam more than anybody else when they were kids, and even after she came back, it didn't change, and he even defended her when the two sisters were fighting.

Tara needed so badly to fix all of this, whatever is going on with those 2 idiots needed to stop now.

"So will you two explain to me what the hell is your problem with sam? You've been treating her like shit for the past few weeks and i just don't get it"

Chad and mindy share a look and of course, mindy is the one that speaks up

"Maybe we just figured out that sam is not really someone that we want around"

Tara couldn't believe what she just heard, she was debating whether she should punch mindy or just handle the situation in a more mature way.

She chose the second option.

"Okay, if you feel that way, then you won't have to be around her... but you won't see me either"

"T be reasonable, you have to understand us" this time chad decided to speak up for the both of them.

"be reasonable? She saved our fucking life- multiple times, we would be all buried somewhere in woodsboro if it wasn't for her"

This time, tho, tara did choose the first option and slapped chad. The twins left without uttering a single word.

"What happened? I saw chad and mindy rushing down the hall- weren't they supposed to eat here tonight?"

"Yeah- they're not going to come over anytime soon... for now at least"

Sam had a confused expression, but tara was definitely not going to explain to her sister that her two friends were just not that fond of her. Tara and sam made a promise when they were kids "us against the world," and that's how it will always be.

Some weeks went by before the twins apologised, and tara made sure that they were aware that she was so ready to end this friendship and she won't hesitate to do it again of there's any weird behaviour going on.

And also made them promise to never mention this to sam because she doesn't need to know.

This is tara's way of protecting her.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #83: House of Dragons, but make it Hapsburg

As sometimes happens, I was minding my own business, trying to work on other things, when I was suddenly hit with such a wonderful, awful fic idea I had to drop everything to write it down.

Or: What if Viserys I decided the best way to secure the Iron Throne for Rhaenyra was to marry her to his Hand, Otto Hightower?

Just imagine it:

Shortly after Queen Aemma's death, when Otto is listing all the reasons why Viserys should remarry even if he intends to make Rhaenrya his heir, Otto makes the argument gynecological problems often run in families. Given that Rhaenyra's mother and grandmothers all died in childbed, it is reasonable to assume that Rhaenyra might do the same, leaving Westeros either with a child-king or, worse, leave the way open for Daemon to take the throne. Both options would be disastrous.

As intended, this convinces Viserys to take another wife - but it also convinces Viserys that the best way to show his love for his daughter is to marry her to a man who will uphold her rule and, should she die in childbed, uphold the rule of any children she leaves behind. And who better for the job than Otto, who has served so faithfully for so long? - and, just as important, has already fathered a number of sons.

And so Viserys marries Alicent and Otto marries Rhaenyra in a grand double ceremony.

Just about the only person happy with this relationship is Viserys, who has convinced himself Alicent's kindness equals love.

Rhaenyra herself has to be all but dragged to the altar, having attempted to run away many times leading up to the wedding. She might have succeeded had not she confided in Alicent - who, though she has no more desire to marry her best friend's father, feels honor bound to inform the Kingsguard - forming a basis for their future mutual enmity.

As for Otto himself, while he may see Rhaenyra as a better option than Daemon, he personally finds her to be nothing more than spoiled little girl who has been given infinite opportunity in life, done absolutely nothing with it, and yet believes she's earned every honor she's been given. It's possible she might grow out of it, but until then Otto would rather have nothing to do with her. Yet there is nothing he can say to Viserys regarding his marriage that wouldn't jeopardize Alicent's own, and so he grudgingly goes along with it.

And so we have Alicent and Rhaenrya in the unenviable position each of being married to their best friend's father. They are both each other's stepmother and stepdaughter. Their shared misery does anything but bring them closer.

Fast forward ten years to the death of Laena Velaryon.

Alicent is a diligent, if deeply unhappy, wife and mother of four, as per canon. The Faith is her recourse and only the knowledge that her son should inherit makes her suffering worth it.

Rhaenyra, meanwhile, resents her husband in a manner which echos Cersei Lannister. Otto is old and dull and forever trying to constrain her, not understanding that a dragon need not concern itself with the thoughts of sheep. She has borne Otto three sons who she cannot bring herself to love - and the moment Daemon returns from exile, starts an affair with him that sees her bearing her uncle three children of his own who she loves more than anything.

The court starts breaking into factions as Viserys' health declines, but here the lines are not so clearly drawn. There is Aegon the Elder, hapless and dissolute but Viserys' oldest son. Then there is Rhaenyra - and through her, her oldest son, Jacerys Hightower, who is well-trained for the role but lacks his mother's favor. And then there is Rhaenyra's favorite - Viserys Hightower, who is but a child and who many suspect of being illegitimate. They are respectively the Greens, the Whites, and the Blacks.

The Dance of the Dragons which follows is full of backstabbing, death, and shifting alliances - and far more complicated than Alicent and her children against Rhaenyra and hers.

To start with: 1) Alicent favors Aegon, as without his accession none of her sacrifices will have meant anything, but 2) Aemond and Otto favor Jacerys, who is dutiful in a way they appreciate and has the potential of being a good king in addition to being Otto’s eldest son by his second marriage. 3) Rhaenyra naturally favors her own claim, but loses much support when her first act to annul her marriage to Otto Hightower, marry Daemon, and declare her son Viserys crown prince over his older (half)brothers. And so on. Dealer's choice on the precise alignments and intrigues.

A three-way war of succession rages for almost a year, until Aegon and his dragon are killed in battle with the Blacks.

The remaining Greens throw their lot in with the Whites - but the fact the succession dispute is now between mother and son only makes the fighting that much worse.

Things finally resolve some years later with Jacerys taking the throne, but with the strength of the crown and stability of Westeros being much shaken. Though Aemond - Jace's strongest supporter - managed to kill the traitor Daemon in battle, he died of his own wounds soon after. Jace was able to take Dragonstone and capture his mother and (half)siblings soon after, but the suspicious deaths of Viserys and Aegon the Younger after he ordered the lot of them imprisoned in the Maidenvault haunts his reign.

Though Jace's reign is only as peaceful as any medieval fantasy kingdom ever is, he does two things which help to stabilize Westeros and House Targaryen in the long run. First: he lives a long time, but not so long that his only his only heirs are minor grandchildren, which keeps the succession peaceful when it comes. Second: He orders an end to all marriages within four degrees of consanguinity - and includes stepfamily and foster relationships in this decree. While this does still allow for first cousin marriage, it also keeps the worst problems of inbreeding from affecting the noble houses of Westeros.

Bonuses include: 1) Making no one a saint - or a sinner. Every player in the Dance is human, with all the associated foibles, and who react to their traumas in understandable, if sometimes undesirable, ways; 2) Such complicated family dynamics - and family relationships - as to keep an entire army of psychologists employed for centuries. The fault lines don't just appear between Alicent's children and Rhaenyra's children, but among and between them; and 3) Not a single word said about The Prince That Was Promised, The Song of Ice and Fire, or any other prophesy that might allude to the events of ASOIAF.

And that's all I have: a great way to make a complicated situation more complicated, but very little detail of the Dance itself. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

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[yandere-daze]

I wonder what yandere Kohaku would be like 🤔

I’d like headcanons of that :)

Sure thing!! I´m super excited to write for my favorite pink blorbo, honestly it´s about time that I finally wrote some yandere headcanons for him ^^

Still crying about the fact that I couldn´t get this card btw, it´s so beautiful! But sadly all my orbs were gone because of Mika😭 I swear that was a targeted attack from happyele

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, jealousy, murder , possessiveness, stalking (brief mention, implied)

General Yandere! Kohaku headcanons

Kohaku grew up very sheltered so I wouldn´t be surprised if he has zero experience with love. All he knows about being in love is what he picked up from the internet - the best place to learn important things about life, obviously

Because of this, Kohaku wouldn´t realize his feelings for you for the longest time, nor would he notice that he felt way too intensely for you than what was considered normal

Sometime after meeting you, Kohaku would notice that he starts to feel strange whenever you're around. He feels his heartbeat speed up and he gets nervous when he feels your gaze on him. At the same time, your presence and attention make him so indescribably happy that he can't seem to focus on anything else except your gentle smile directed at him!

He´s usually very sharp-tongued but with you, Kohaku can´t seem to utter even a single harsh word. The thought of you feeling worse about yourself because of something he said is horrifying to him!

As I said, Kohaku grew up completely sheltered, so he really has no idea what these strange feelings mean. Why does he feel so different whenever he is spending time with you?

Deciding that asking his unit mates isn't an option ( god forbid asking Rinne about this, he would rather die!), he goes to ask Aira for advice

After listening to him rant, Aira brightens up and tells him that he must be in love!

Kohaku is shocked but after looking up advice on the internet, he assumes that it must be true. The internet never lies! He's in love with you!

It starts off innocent enough, he likes being in your presence and gets a bit flustered when talking to you. It´s very unlike him and it´s also very noticeable because his cheeks have such a cute pink flush to them whenever you praise him in any way. No doubt he would have harshly scolded anyone else that tried to tease him, but not you. He might complain a bit if you keep it up because he´s so embarrassed but he doesn´t really mean it. He doesn´t want you to stop

 He also gives mean glares to anyone he deems too close to you for comfort. Can´t they see that you´re busy with him and go away? He doesn´t hesitate to show his displeasure, either by verbally lashing out at the offending party or by quietly asking you if you could move to somewhere else where you wouldn´t be interrupted

But it´s really nothing to worry about, Kohaku is just being a bit childish of course! Young love can just be so troublesome sometimes so don´t think about it too much when he starts to get a little bit possessive

But it noticeably gets worse. Much worse

Harsh remarks soon turn into insults. Insults soon turn into actual threats against all the people that constantly swarm around and bother you

Kohaku knows that the world is a bad place and so he feels like he has to protect you from it at all costs. He´s willing to do almost anything for the people he cares about and you, as his dearly beloved, are his top priority. He has to make absolutely sure that nothing happens to you

Which is why I think Kohaku is one of the few yanderes that would murder without any guilt over what they are doing. While others might be scared or horrified because of what they had just done, Kohaku feels no remorse

They had it coming for messing with you, all he did was deliver a swift judgment and get rid of a troublesome person that no one would miss anyway

He doesn´t tell you that he does this, preferring to act in the shadows, but he certainly wouldn´t hide the fact that he is glad that they are gone

Oh, you think it´s horrible that someone so close to you died? Well, they were a bad person anyway so who cares?

He genuinely thinks that this is the right thing to do, that he needs to get rid of anyone that he deems a threat to you and your safety. Kohaku outright refuses to admit that his violent jealousy might have also played a part in his killings and specifically who he went after. He thinks himself way too mature for something like that

If you end up being scared because so many of your friends and people close to keep getting found dead, then Kohaku is more than willing to act as a bodyguard for you. It gives him an excuse to be close to you without secretly following you around town, and you´ll start to see him as strong and reliable, someone that can protect you no matter what happens!

Can´t you see just how much he cares about you? How much he loves you? How he would do absolutely anything for you?

He´ll prove himself, even if it means having to get rid of the competition one by one

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday

my snippets on Wed and Sun appear to be during into memory hour with Goose and Cooper *shrugs* It's what I got and I guess that just means I'm not spoiling the plot :)

I know a lot of folks have had a lot going on so I'm going to just generally tag The Coemancer Crew and anyone who might have a snippet of work that they wish to share. Pressure free invite for all :)

My snippet this week is in Goose's POV and contains references to plot from Starborn Saga that could be considered spoilers for that fic.

“Thanks for the assist back there,” Cooper said as he leaned against the wall, his hands fumbling with an militia battlemeal pack, looking exhausted from the hike to the facility and fights through the converted research facility.

“Anytime, Rodeo,” Goose leaned on the callsign in a teasing manner.

Cooper smirked as he flicked his glance to Goose briefly before popping some of his food into his mouth. As he chewed he wagged a finger at Goose and once he worked through the tough jerky like meat and swallowed he said, “could have been worse. Other names pitched were Icarus, Hawkeye, and Apollo.”

Others saw it too? Goose wondered as he felt his cheeks go warm. It was the third time since leaving the Key that talking with this hotshot lieutenant had made him go flush and he hated it. Why couldn’t he handle working with this guy like all the other Freestar that came to the Key? “At least one of those sounds cursed.”

“Yeah, our CO agreed with you,” Cooper laughed, “he scrapped Icarus before they even voted. I personally vetoed Apollo and he backed me up. I couldn’t carry that reminder, flying my dad’s ship was enough.”

“Your dad was a pilot too?” Goose asked.

Cooper nodded while he tapped the remainder of the freeze dried food into his mouth, chewing thoroughly before answering, “His call sign was Zeus. He led a squad known as the Olympians and piloted the Stormherald until the UC decided to hit the Valo system. He sent the ship home and worked from a battleship called the FC Olympus. Command thought they were cute, I suppose.”

Goose stared slack jawed as Cooper went on, his mind rushing back to Palvo. Suddenly he was 12 again, being dragged onto a shuttle by a woman in the militia the others called Demeter. She’d told him the shuttle would take him to the Olympus and from there to the Cheyenne system but as the shuttle closed in on the battleship it was bombarded by one of the UC battleships in the system and their pilot was forced to grav jump away, taking everyone to the Kryx system to shake the sharks. The FC Olympus was shot down over Palvo, pock marking the surface with wreckage.

Cooper went on, either not noticing Goose’s shock or ignoring it, “Apollo was pitched as a way of honoring my old man, Apollo was Zeus’s son after all, but I couldn’t bear that weight. Plus it felt disrespectful to the Apollo who died on Palvo with the others. Those callsigns should be retired. Command hasn’t because they say if they retired every callsign of a dead pilot or operative they’d eventually run out of options but it just felt wrong.”

“I agree,” Goose said softly, collecting his thoughts, “that team are heroes to scores of survivors and the Militia should honor their memory more than it has. Maybe they wouldn’t have struggled for so long with recruitment and morale if they did more to remember the sacrifices soldier’s have made.”

“You’ll get no argument from me there,” Cooper tucked his empty tin back into his pack, “it shouldn’t have taken Commander Shepard dying on Akila for leadership to finally wake up to what needed to happen for our systems to have a chance. And that they capitalized on it for recruiting purposes felt dirty. Every time I met a fresh recruit saying they signed on after hearing about all that…” he let out a heavy sigh.

Goose closed his eyes and turned away, not wanting the handsome hotshot to see him upset as he fought to collect himself. He could hear Fury’s screams, the roar of the terrormorph. He could smell the foul monster and the copper tinged scent of blood. Feel the burning pain of the claw puncture and the ache in his muscles from being thrown. He needed a distraction, anything to pull him away from that nightmare, “Why Rodeo, though? Or Hawkeye for that matter?”

“Hawkeye was because I had the best marksmanship scores of the squad and could hit a pinpoint target in flight simulations. It wasn’t popular with the squad though. Rodeo was my CO’s idea. Something about me being able to handle the roughest rides and tame the wildest of situations. And the fact that I kept finding myself in those wild situations to begin with,” Cooper shrugged, “working with me is like watching a rodeo, he said.”

“I can see that,” Goose cracked a smile and looked back to the pilot, “certainly handled yourself well when those reinforcements poured in.”

“Only ‘cause I had help,” Cooper tipped an invisible adventurer’s hat at Goose and winked.

Knock it off, Goose thought as his cheeks, neck, and ears heated up.

“Why Goose?” Cooper asked, “doesn’t seem very pirate-y.”

“My ma used to call me Goose,” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, “when the shuttle I was on docked with the Key all those years ago all us kids were told to not use our real names. Our stay was supposed to be temporary and they didn’t want any crews hunting us down. When we didn’t leave I just kept using it.”

“And what’s your name name?” Cooper asked, “Or am I overreaching?”

“Eh,” Goose shrugged, “not overreaching but I don’t know you well enough to share. My given name is for family.”

Cooper smiled, “That’s fair.”

[fictionadventurer]

As I'm playing around with developing Lily Between Worlds, I'm finding that everything has to be built around the dynamics between Lily and her potential suitors. Even the parts of the story that aren't romance have to build off of or feed into those character arcs. So I'm going to outline those thoughts in probably more detail than anyone cares about.

Character Overview

I have to start with defining Lily's character.

Lily

Traits: Introvert, quiet, artistic, cautious/fearful, thoughtful. Afraid of the world/potential disasters, but friendly with people. Values familiarity and safety.

Archetype: Martyr-genius. Lily is willing to endure current hardships rather than risk any actions that could make things worse. Likes to retreat into her artistic skills as a source of comfort.

Growth: Lily needs to develop courage, become more adventurous, and learn to appreciate the world she now lives in.

Needs in a partner: Someone who can give her a place to belong in this society and help her to navigate the world. Someone who can help protect her from danger while helping her to develop her own strength. Someone who can help her engage with the physical world rather than retreating into herself.

When it comes to love interests, I find myself sticking to the structure of four main suitors, because they all represent different aspects of life in this world and how Lily can relate to it.

The scholar: Mind. Represents a logical, practical approach to the world (counteracting Lily's feelings-based approach).

The warrior: Body. He engages with physical reality (counteracting Lily's tendency to escape into her mind).

The explorer: Spirit. He maintains an optimistic outlook and boldly adventures out into the world (counteracting Lily's tendency to stay hidden for fear of the bad things that could happen).

The artist: Heart. He loves the same kinds of things that Lily loves, reassuring her that she's not alone in how she relates to this world.

Or, from a different direction:

The scholar is Lily's "father's" idea of a good husband. The type of person valued by the family that took her in. Lily has to decide whether she agrees with his values or if she has her own.

The warrior is the matchmaker's idea of a good husband. He's what this society values. If Lily's going to fit in this world, she has to at least consider adopting its values.

The artist is Lily's idea of a good husband--someone who understands her heart and shares her interests and values. But choosing a good life partner might require her to consider factors besides her own feelings, and as she grows, she might come to value other traits.

The explorer is no one's idea of a good husband. This might mean he's a wild card option who's intriguing, but ultimately too different to be a realistic option. Or because he's someone no one else would have considered, he might be just what Lily needs--helping her fit into this world in an unexpected way.

Dynamics

All four of these men have potential for interesting dynamics with Lily that could help both people to grow.

The scholar could come onto the scene a short time after Lily begins working with the matchmaker. Lily's "father", who had previously seen him only as a coworker, sees him come back on the scene and thinks, "He's of marriageable age, she's of marriageable age. It's perfect! Now kiss!" The scholar has no strong feelings either for or against marriage, but he puts himself forward as a favor to Lily's "father". He sees the practical benefits of keeping Lily involved with their work, and of Lily marrying someone with an in-depth understanding of her world. Lily is not at all attracted to this clinical approach to the marriage question. As the scholar gets to know Lily, he learns to see her as a person rather than as a subject for study. She teaches him how to engage with people rather than just ideas, and he teaches her that stepping back from emotion and just learning facts about this world can make it a lot less scary. I had cast him aside as a "wrong" option, but there is something cute about their dynamic. He enters this race purely for practical reasons, but if Lily marries someone else, I think he'd be surprised to find that his heart gets a little bit broken.

The warrior is put forward by the matchmaker as just about the best option Lily could hope for. Lily thinks the matchmaker is crazy--they'll have nothing in common. After the first few awkward encounters, that seems to be the case. But then the guy starts revealing hidden depths. He helps Lily to develop her much-needed combat skills, where she learns he's a patient teacher, and that his skills actually require a lot of intelligence. She's learns he's not some meat-headed glory-seeking barbarian--he values his combat skills because he's fiercely protective of his family and community. (He's very good with his younger sisters, mirroring Lily's attachment to some of "her family's" younger kids). He teaches her necessary survival skills and teaches her to value some of the ways of this culture. Lily, in her turn, teaches him to value quieter kinds of beauty. He's so devoted to his responsibilities, so locked into survival mode, that he can forget what we're staying alive for. She'd be a bit like the Peeta to his Katniss. Lily and the warrior find themselves connecting on a deeper level than either of them expected. (He might unveil some hidden artistic depths, depending on how deeply I want the two of them to connect).

The explorer comes from a respectable family, who are resentful that he ran off for years of adventure and eager to see him take up his long-abandoned responsibilities. He's not unwilling to settle down, so he seeks out the matchmaker's services. The matchmaker reluctantly presents him as an option for Lily--she is exotic enough to catch his interest. He's a friendly extrovert, and Lily finds him shockingly easy to talk to--she's interested in his travel stories, and he's interested of her tales of another world. Yet there is some tension between them. He's so adventurous that he can't believe Lily fell into another world and just stayed in some guy's house for years instead of exploring all that she could; she counters that he can't judge until he's been a child who fell unexpectedly into a new universe where the language and culture and landscape and the laws of physics are completely different. He draws her out to explore areas of this world she never would have dared to look at; he ignites her sense of wonder and helps her to find courage. Lily's thoughtful examinations of the world through her art help teach him the joys of slowing down and appreciating his homeland rather than rushing off over the horizon for the next exciting thing. (I could also take up @clarythericebot's idea and have him taking up art while dealing with an injury, and connecting to Lily that way). They also have a very playful dynamic--they're not afraid to tease each other. He starts to think that settling down and taking up responsibility could be a worthwhile adventure, and Lily starts to think that a few adventures might not be a bad thing.

The artist is someone who Lily meets in the background at some social event. He's not put forward as a romantic option; she pursues the friendship of her own volition. Lily and the artist are both glad to find someone who understands them; they had both felt alone in the world, didn't quite fit in to this society. The artist has clung to that--he doesn't want to fit in; this society is barbaric, and it's better to retreat into the nobler world of art. But as Lily grows thanks to her interactions with the other suitors, she finds that she wants to engage with this world. (The artist isn't a bad guy; he's rather sweet. He's just got some growing to do; Lily can start the process, but I don't know that she's the right one to finish it with him).

Options for the Ending

Having written all that out, the warrior and the explorer are the most compelling options for endgame. Both of them drive Lily to experience the world in new ways. They both teach her to appreciate the world--the explorer by teaching her to seek out wonders, the warrior by teaching her how to fight the dangers--and she teaches them a more thoughtful way to approach the world.

The resolution of either romance would involve them teaming up to battle some danger. Teaming up with the warrior would involve Lily realizing he's taught her to trust in her own strength, that she's found someone who's willing to face the dangers of the world for her and with her. She has fully integrated into this world by finding a husband who fits into this society. Teaming up with the explorer would involve Lily finding courage to run toward rather than from the danger, and the explorer being willing to stand his ground and take up responsibility; his actions here would make him a local hero and restore his good status in the community. Lily has found a place in this world, not by molding herself to it, but by finding someone who can help her carve out a unique place in it.

Lily and the explorer would be an introvert-extrovert couple; he fearlessly goes through the world, helping her to navigate society, while she's the quieter, grounded, more sensible one. He'd push her toward adventures while she'd keep him grounded. A bit Anne and Wentworth. If Lily partnered with the warrior, she'd the the more socially adept one, using her natural friendliness to engage with people (though he'd have a greater understanding of the intricacies of this world's traditions). She could trust him to keep her safe, and he'd trust her to help him engage with the more human elements of life.

Secondary Romance?

I don't want either man to have an unhappy ending. If Lily chooses one man, I want the other man to have another wife by the end of the book. The young matchmaker is a good spare to pair him with. She'd enter matchmaking thinking that she'd stay single her whole life (perhaps she's disabled from some monster attack, and matchmaking is one of the few jobs for single women--you get to board with families you matchmake for), only to find that one of the men she presents to Lily is her own perfect partner.

If Lily chooses the explorer, the matchmaker winds up with the warrior. She presented him to Lily as the perfect option; this was a brilliant match that would make her career. Lily does like him a lot more than she expected, but she can't see herself as his wife. The matchmaker can't understand it. How can Lily not love him? He's the perfect man! The matchmaker would marry him in a heartbea--oh. It turns out that the matchmaker, in her sessions helping him figure out how to relate to Lily, fell in love with him herself. Her extroverted people skills are the perfect balance to his quiet physical strength.

If Lily chooses the warrior, the matchmaker winds up with the explorer. The matchmaker initially dislikes him; he's flighty, irresponsible, a terrible match for any woman! But as she gets to know him, she finds they have a lot in common. They both love people; both have a lively way of looking at the world. She's an expert at navigating society's structures and can help him find a respectable place in it; he can broaden her horizons and help her to look outside those structures to find unexpected solutions--including the idea of marriage with him.

That's what I got at this point. It's very long. I probably shouldn't post all of it. But writing this as tumblr posts is keeping it from feeling like a Scary Writing Project, and posting it means that even if this doesn't turn into a story, I've done something with the ideas. I doubt anyone has read all of this, but if by some miracle you have, you can chime in if you feel like it.

[contrasting-realities]

Hunter/Knight Character Intro

You were born with the soul of the Solitary, which signifies your tendency to move from place to place.

Your father and mother are unknown to you, as they died soon after you were born. Instead, you had been raised by your uncle Belos Goldborn, who established a mercenary band soon after taking you in.

From the earliest time you could hold a sword, your uncle has been training you to be a knight. It isn’t an easy life but it was what you knew.

In your first ever sparring match with a member of the mercenary band, The Knights Of The Golden Eagles, you were pitted against their weakest member yet it was still a challenge for you.

However, a fighter’s true colors show under harsh conditions, when you saw your opponent's sword coming, you…

Quickly stepped aside and dodged it. (Fast Stance)

Raised your buckler and stood your ground. (Defense Stance)

Your uncle was pleased with the results and inducted you as a knight a few years later, however…As time went by, Belos became distant from you and his men, quickly becoming obsessed with arcane tombs and rituals.

You suspect that this may be due to the curse that he has suffered from since childhood, an enchantment that turns him into a horrifying beast.

One night, you sneak up on him reading and express your desire to help him. Belos turns down your offer and ushers you back to your room in the local inn, but this doesn’t seem like it will help, you…

Run away and search for a cure for the curse (nothing, enables dash)

You suspect that Belos doesn’t want you to worry about him, yet that doesn’t quell your fears.

Running off in the dead of night may have gotten you away from the others, but over the next few months you find nothing.

Eventually, your uncle tracks you down and takes you back.

Do as Belos told you and remain with the mercenary band (20 silver coins)

You decide to hide your fear and remain with the group, as running off wouldn’t help its other members.

Over the next few months, you manage to obtain a personal allowance of 20 coins.

Over time, commoners begin to gather around Belos and sing his praises, as he started from roots similar to them.

You were lucky enough to watch it play out over the years and must agree with them, your uncle is an incredible man.

The army grew rapidly after that and you were promoted to his right hand man, however you noticed that Belos was even worse for wear than before, as his curse had been rapidly spreading.

Things would only go out of control once he ordered a raid on the capital of the new world, Vinland.

Without any warning, Belos slaughtered everyone between him and the ancient relics they held.He seemingly targeted the dark priests and left none alive, either stealing their tombs or burning them.

It was enough of an overblow for the kingdom of Rondon to use it against him, sending knights to quell your army.

As their troops marched towards your smaller army, you had to choose which position to take the upcoming encounter.

Take the rear and manage defenses (long sword, eagle crest shield, plate mail, leg guards)

Spearhead the upcoming assault (iron spear, iron cutlass, arm guards)The Knights Of The Golden Eagle lost the fight.

Many of your comrades died but you managed to escape the battlefield.

Belos was taken alive and will likely be either publicly executed or used for propaganda.

You knew that there wasn’t much time left so you had to act fast.

Even if it was a suicide mission, you had to save your uncle from the prison he was held in.

Before leaving for your desperate journey, you…

Stock up on equipment (x7 tinderboxes, quill, blue vial)

Stock up on food (x3 dried meat, a moldy bread, and cheese)

Rush straight after him (Dash if certain options above were selected)

[obaewankenope]

Seeing the stuff about the SNP and Labour and Conservatives and how SIR Lindsay Hoyle is being targeted by everyone because, as he stated, he tried to provide a variety of options for MPs to vote ammendments on because he'd had a meeting with police that same day about threats to MPs safety... And he's a well known person for caring about the safety of his fellows in the House... And like, the whole thing is just a mess.

Convention is not law.

By tabling a Labour Ammendment, SIR Lindsay Hoyle went against convention in the House, not law.

And conventions are gone against in the House, many many times, like, for example:

During a general election, the Speaker will stand for election in their constituency unopposed by the major parties. During the election, the Speaker will only campaign as a Speaker seeking re-election and not on any political points.[3]

This convention was not respected during the 1987 general election, when both the Labour Party and the Social Democratic Party fielded candidates against the Conservative speaker, Bernard Weatherill, who was MP for Croydon North East.

The Scottish National Party (SNP) does stand against the speaker if they represent a Scottish constituency, as was the case with Michael Martin, speaker from 2000 to 2009.[4]

The Speaker enjoys wide discretion to interpret the Standing Orders and relevance of precedent. They decide the procedure of the House.[1]

[source: Wikipedia]

Another "convention" which is well known for Conservatives to ignore, especially in recent years (looking at Boris fucking Johnson):

Any member that misleads Parliament is expected to resign.

[source: Wikipedia]

With accusations against Starmer and Labour being thrown by the SNP and Conservatives about pressuring etc, you have to remember that without the minutes being shared, OR an official statement in Parliament (where MPs aren't meant to lie or mislead Parliament) stating that Labour didn't do this, the SNP and Conservatives can and will keep throwing this accusation around.

But tabling an opposition ammendment as well as the government one to a motion is against convention but not against Parliamentary law.

I like convention to be followed but exceptions do get made, as we've seen in the past. Or changes to the conventions change to accommodate different circumstances:

The Prime Minister should be a member of either House of Parliament (between the 18th century and 1963).

By 1963 this convention had evolved to the effect that no Prime Minister should come from the House of Lords, due to the Lords' lack of democratic legitimacy. When the last Prime Minister peer, the Earl of Home, took office he renounced his peerage, and as Sir Alec Douglas-Home became an MP.

Another one:

All Cabinet members must be members of the Privy Council, since the cabinet is a committee of the council. Further, certain senior Loyal Opposition shadow cabinet members are also made Privy Counsellors, so that sensitive information may be shared with them "on Privy Council terms".

[source: Wikipedia]

Incidentally, we saw Labour Privy Counsellors not be given information recently by the Government about military actions against Houthis and there was some drama about that in the news and Parliament. Some argue convention was ignored there, others that it wasn't. But these aren't codified, written down laws or anything that Must Follow Exactly Every Step Exactly and so that means conventions have wiggle room.

Especially in special circumstances.

Personally, I've met SIR Lindsay Hoyle before and he's not a man who bows to pressure. He admits when he messes up, tries to not mess up again, and definitely learns from his mistakes. But he's a man who has been in Parliament for a long time, speaks with many MPs across all parties and has seen the rising hatred and violence aimed at MPs over the years get worse and worse.

The issue around Israel and Hamas and Palestine is messy and highly contentious with the public. Threats to MPs really are at an all time high. SIR Lindsay Hoyle is not a man who ignores danger to his colleagues. He's not a man who just lets things happen to avoid rocking the boat if he can do something to possibly protect his colleagues.

I get the anger of the SNP at their day being marred by a Labour Ammendment being added to the discussion alongside the Government but, honestly, this is more political games because I cannot imagine fora second that the SNP can see that Labour is still ahead of them in Scotland, especially with all the stuff that happened with Sturgeon and want to undermine them in an election year.

All I truly care about is one: treating SIR Lindsay Hoyle as a man who tries to do the right thing whenever he can (and owning up when he is wrong), two: getting the Conservatives out of power because we damn well need them out, and three: doing something about the issue in the Middle East because people are dying.

SIR Lindsay Hoyle has given the SNP an emergency motion debate to actually address that last point. That's more than other Speakers have done in the bloody past. Literally.

[problemswithbooks]

how do you feel about the idea of a more morally gray overhaul? other people have explained it much better than i can but i personally think he was wasted. his whole ability is that he can heal and destroy but he almost exclusively uses it to kill. not to mention, his motivations are all over the place; i think his character could have benefited if they focused more on him hating quirks than him wanting to bring back the yakuza since that's more in line with the story. i did really want to like chisaki and he could've been so much more interesting but i ended up not liking him as much as i could have because he was terrible to eri and the overhaul arc had little to no impact on the story: mirio lost his quirk but it gets reversed and nighteye dying gets brushed off and forgotten.

a final note but his plan wasn't the best either. as he noted eri is at the center of it so if anything happens to her its over. it doesn't feel like an end goal bc of how fragile it is but he has no further goals or back up plans. i didn't expect this to end up being so long so i do apologize for that, but it's something i feel strongly about because, as i already mentioned, he could have been so much better but it feels like he was tossed aside as an antagonist so the league could look better and his writing was full of holes.

Yeah, Overhaul is a wasted character and to be honest I think the entire Hassaikai arc has ended up pretty unneeded in the long run. It's pretty clear that it was meant to show off how strong Izuku was going to be at 100%, but then Hori changed his mind and introduced the OfA multi-quirk thing, making it superfluous for the most part.

For the most part I think Overhaul suffers from the same issues that many if not all of Hori's villains do. He seems like he wants to have a flawed society that creates villains, that his villains have good points but they either aren't really shown to be correct outside of their speeches or they're such awful people they that their point is almost moot. That or they just fail at actually expressing concrete goals.

Overhaul hated Quirks because of his OCD and the theory they came about due to rats. The issue is that this isn't connected to anything else in the story and from the get go he's clearly wrong. Plus. it's tied to his desire for the Yakuza to thrive again like they did in pre-quirk days. His reasons are either nonsense or selfish.

This is a pity because there was something that Hori could have used that would have made Overhaul a bit more grey and connected to other stuff we've seen in the story. Namely the Quirk Singularity theory. We see from the kids in Remedial Arc that Quirks are getting more powerful and that is causing issues. It gives the Heroes a problem that does need to be solved but which no one but a villain is.

On top of that it's a connection to the Doctor, which would hint even more that Overhaul originally came from one of AfO's orphanages. Maybe that's how he learned about it and became so worried he went against his dear Boss so he could use Eri.

Or he could have had gone a different direction and instead have Overhaul trying to save his Boss from a illness he can't cure with his Quirk. He thinks Eri holds the key and finds out about her Quirk easing potential as an off-shoot which he decides to develop and sell so he can keep the Hassaikai a float while he searches for a cure for the Boss. Hence his team up with the LoV, looking for potential buys through AfO's old contacts.

Another option, if Hori instead wanted the Hassaikai to highlight Shig and the LoV's differences or growth he could have made Overhaul worse. Sure Kai isn't as personable with his people as Shigaraki is, but his guys still like him and follow him not out of fear but respect. Plus within the Hassaikai we see some pretty close friendships, so much so the group loses because of it.

I mean, Overhaul's worse crime is what he does to Eri, but we never get any of the LoV's reaction to it. A lot of fans of the LoV believe Shig would have saved Eri and been disgusted with Overhaul's abuse, but we have no evidence of that. You'd think Twice and Himiko would have known about her (I don't reacall him ever trying to hide her or how he used her) but we don't see how they feel about it. From what we know of Shig and his working with the Doctor (who turns children into Nomu) he most likely would have given her over to him and thought nothing of it as long as he got what he thought he needed, just the same as Overhaul.

On top of that the LoV gets revenge on Overhaul for something that he didn't do purposely. Magne attacked him first and he killed her in self defense and took Compress's arm when he went to marble him in return. He was being a dick by saying they should follow him instead, but he wasn't threatening them. In fact he leaves after he takes Compress's arm even though he could have probably killed most of them right there. I get that it was supposed to show how much Shigaraki cares about his team, but it would have been better if he attacked them first instead.

Overhaul serves no purpose for the story. he is a raodblock for Izuku and Shigaraki but is nothing else. He doesn't challenge either in a philosophical way that forces them to grow as people--both just cement themselves as more of the same. Izuku doubles down on being a Hero. Shigaraki a villain. The only things so far that have impacted the story from this Arc are the Quirk Easing Bullets which haven't even permanently de-Quirked anyone yet, if they ever will.

One note bad guys are needed in all shonen stories, but they usually are like Muscular or the Muck guy who attacked Bakugou. They don't stick around for a long time, or have whole Arcs to take down, and if they do something about that Arc changes the characters involved or teaches them a lesson. Instead most of the stuff that happened in Overhaul's Arc has been walked back or forgotten. At this point I think you might be able to remove it and not upset the story to much, which is just not a great thing to have in a story.

[fnaf-imagines]

Can you do fnaf 1 Freddy with a future stubborn, carefree s/o who he constantly butts heads with? At first they can’t stand each other when s/o starts out as a security guard even though the rest of the gang loves them. Sword fights with Foxy, sneaking Chica out of the restaurant, loud karaoke with Bonnie, and sharing horror stories with Golden Freddy. But to Freddy this is all reckless behavior and dangerous to which the s/o thinks the big boss is just an old no fun having bore. Though one night thanks to the future s/o they accidentally lock themselves and Freddy inside the security room while the others try to get them out. They start to connect more after finally talking things out afterwards Freddy starts to feel that warm fuzzy feeling. I hope thats not too much.

Wow anon you really planned this out!! It sounds pretty interesting though and pretty much like something Freddy would do! I hope you enjoy and this is what you were slightly hoping for!! This time I decided to do short headcanons and then a drabble under the read more! ^w^

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We all know Freddy is very stubborn. At least in my eyes he can be quite tough to change the mind of.

He follows rules to the core. Make one wrong move, ONE simple mistake, and he might not forgive you so easily (Note to self, do not drop the music box-)

As leader he has a responsibility to uphold and that includes making sure the others follow the rules as well, including security guards...

You annoy him so much. Don’t you see how much trouble you’re truly causing? This is only going to lead to problems...problems that HE will have to somehow solve and fix which isn’t too thrilling let me tell you.

No matter what he can’t help but get frustrated and annoyed. To make things worse you’re just as upset as him, always talking back and challenging him as if he ISN’T some strong bear much taller and bigger than you.

There’s no way he’d ever fall for you. No way...at least he hopes-

“Tch. I hope you know this will come out of your paycheck.” Freddy leans his hand against the wall as a frustrated groan leaves him. A snarled expression on his face as he refuses to look at the one person he loathes the most.

“As if I’m not used to that already, Fazbear-” they respond back, crossing their arms as they choose to sit in the chair in the office.

It was a standard night but things quickly turned south when once again, they started messing around and playing games with the others. He was simply going to step in and lecture them all to get them to stop before something happened. In the heat of the moment though Freddy had followed them into the security office where they were both now stuck.

The others were all outside the two doors trying so hard to figure out a way to open them. Not even Foxy was strong enough to open the doors and Golden Freddy was nowhere to be found meaning teleportation wasn’t an option.

Freddy only hoped they’d figure out a way soon enough. Being alone with them was not how he wanted to spend his night but it seems as if that’s where it was heading. It was only 1 AM currently, meaning there was still time, but if they didn’t do something soon then their only hope would be opening time when everything reset.

Either that or turn off the generator but he wasn’t so sure the others knew where it was and I don’t think they could hear him through the doors even if he tried telling them.

“What are you thinking so hard about bear? You look so stressed-” they muttered.

“I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact we’re stuck in the office with no way out and to top it all off I’m stuck with the one person who I can’t stand out of everyone else-” he growled.

“Whatever you dumb bear! You think I’m excited about this? I can’t wait to get out of here and further away from YOU-” they argued back.

Freddy felt off with the way his heart hurt after hearing that. He didn’t know why but them completely ignoring him felt so...wrong...

“Whatever.” he huffed as he looked away, a much more solemn look on his face than before.

They fell quiet as they observed him. In a much more gentle tone than before they spoke up, “Um...are you sure you’re alright..? Like, in general and everything? Not that I care- I mean I just-”

Freddy sighed. “Not really. It feels like lately each day as been more stressful than the last...Almost like everything has been too much...”

They frowned and stared at him with a guilty look. “Well...I hope ya know that I- I am sorry for always causing so much trouble. I mean, it’s fun but I don’t mean to actually shove so much stress on you or anything. I swear!”

Freddy slightly smiled as he watched them out of the corner of his eye, taking in how they nervously stuttered and tried to explain themselves. “I know. It’s less than pleasing to clean yours and everyone else’s mess but I’m glad you all are having fun. I haven’t seen any of them that happy since...” He trailed off not wanting to continue any further. Revealing what he knew about the past would only bring back horrible memories.

Taking a deep breath he continued. “I’m just glad they’re no longer sad. It feels somewhat refreshing seeing them all smile and act carefree.”

They smiled in return. “Well...you could be like that too ya know! Happy and carefree if you just let loose a little bit.”

“I have a business to look after. I don’t really think I can afford to “let loose”.” He sighed.

“I think you can! Besides...I think you deserve to be happy too...” They mumbled, slightly hoping he wouldn’t hear the end of what they said but thanks to the advanced hearing by being mostly robotic he heard it clearly.

He glanced at them then, simply observing the way they looked down at their lap and fiddled with their shirt between their fingers. Somehow Freddy felt his face getting hot as he grew a bit flustered. Did they really care that much about him..?

He lightly smiled as he walked over. “That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve said to me ever since you started working here...and I appreciate it...”

They whipped their head up, their eyes widening at how close he was now, before standing up next to him. Out of nowhere they went in for a hug as Freddy wrapped his arms around them too.

“Well...this is probably the first time we’ve actually talked, Fazbear.”

He lightly laughed this time, “I think you’re definitely right about that.”

Perhaps they weren’t so bad after all...he could definitely see himself growing used to this...

[uselessheretic]

i like… don’t think ed and izzy’s relationship is abusive. mostly because i don’t think they were ever actually in a romantic/sexual relationship and assume that for the most part whatever work spouses dynamic they have going on was unspoken. idk what they got going on but it’s definitely toxic and it’s not without intense emotions on both sides, but i wouldn’t say that what we see on screen for the majority of the show would be classified as an abusive relationships. mostly it’s an HR violation lol.

that and i think we’re fully seeing the actual catalyst and undoing of their relationship. the way izzy and ed behave towards each other in episode 10 is not the same way they were in episode 4. what’s happening currently is unprecedented for both of them where the series has been a gradual escalation, especially from izzy. by which i mean… i think ed and izzy are both toxic but honestly i don’t think they started that way lmao like i think izzy was the more normal one ep 4. he just ramps up more and more throughout the series as he tries to keep his dying relationship with ed going until eventually ed's like "okay bet" and wins the most toxic boss award again. but god, man’s really said “i can make us both worse.” i mean, he was gonna leave in ep 4. whether that was him being dramatic or something they’ve done a million times before (which i can see them having tiffs with each other before but i assume that ep 4’s argument was the worst one they’ve had so far) we do see izzy set boundaries where he’s willing to leave if ed won’t adhere to them. WHICH IS A GOOD THING BTW it’s absolutely insane to me that people act like izzy should follow ed’s every order without question like they need HR in there nowwwww

so i don’t think their relationship is abusive. i think it’s an example of your home life and work life becoming way too closely entwined where you’re working with a dynamic of boss/subordinate while also facilitating a much more personal relationship that’s likely also has (questionably) unrequited romantic feelings attached to it. their dynamic is of an overworked employee (this is a workplace comedy after all) i mean the way ed gets him to stay is literally by offering him a fucking promotion lmao. this just… goes super off the fucking rails when the toxic and tentative balance of this gets upset by the introduction of stede focking bonnet and they’re forced to deal with the fall out of it (and really fucking suck at it) until it comes to its explosive conclusion and changes into something new and not yet defined (snipsnip)

that said… it’s wild to me that people insist izzy would be the abuser within this because if for some reason izzy and ed decided to be in a romantic relationship the way they are currently, what was previously toxic would rapidly come into question and the way their power dynamic is set up makes it so that their relationship would be extremely susceptible to becoming an abusive one. it for damn sure is not with izzy as the abuser tho lmao. that doesn’t mean ed is an abuser, like this is speculation of a romantic relationship that doesn’t exist, but the two are not a good match. they make each other worse and i really cannot imagine a more explosive and volatile pairing for the other. (this is absolutely not ship hate btw i’m obsessed with them both and am a big steddyhands proponet as an option that does have potential to be very normal and more or less healthy for each other. also ed/izzy is fun!)

but just like... it is weird and creepy when people paint izzy as an abuser to ed and does so at the expense of excusing ed's violent actions against izzy, while also making an argument that izzy invited that violence onto himself. like making fun of someone for getting dumped doesn't justify permanently maiming them???? this isn't framed as muppet humor either, the show takes it seriously where we are supposed to be afraid of ed in the moment. it's not slapstick.

but whatever my point is ed and izzy are not in an abusive relationship imo because they're just... not in a relationship. if they did date though (god knows why) their dynamic is extremely susceptible to abuse and it's not one with izzy coming out in top.

[plantwithoutplot]

How are you?

How is your day going?

My manager finally released me from limbo and told me I'm in but I have to be tough with the other team members to get my stuff early & not be late like every time

Which fair, but also this is an introvert you are talking to, like I considered quitting when I realized that 70% of this job is emailing, texting and calling people I don't know and pressing them to do their jobs so I can do mine I was at 99% social battery all the time

But fair I guess

Then my body decided that okay? We are good? Here the start of a cold if you don't take a rest at the same time I was given like 4 new projects

It's fiiine....

ANYWAY

In celebration:

Do you think Garp & Ace actually knew that Roger was terminally ill?

I always thought Garp knew but I reread the flashback part again to make sure and nothing says he does know?

And I love this

I want him to not have known

I want Garp to think that the man he respected just decided to be that stupid and abandon his family

I want him to want to defend him but what he did is unforgivable in his eyes

I want him to want to defend Roger to Ace but not know how

Because no matter what kind of person he was

He chose to die rather than protect his family

And for that Garp can never forgive him and Ace can never not hate him

I could be wrong and that he knew and Ace still hated Roger anyway but isn't my option nicer? >:3

Hiiii !! My day is going great, thanks! (*´ ˘ `*)

(imma work on chapter 9 today ahah)

GOOD LUCK AT WORK BUT CONGRATS ON DOING GREAT WORK 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

(↑↑↑ this is me and Garp giving you crackers as a reward)

Little stupid advice from a fellow introvert who used to have to talk with more people than she wanted to at work: imagine you're a NPC with a few set of lines/tones you can use and nothing else, it takes a lot of stress away 🤣

Don't forget to rest well, drink well and eat well so that you win against that cold 🥺💕 (simple onion soup with buttered bread is a great lazy meal to have after work!)

OKAY FOR THE QUESTION

I think that Garp wouldn't have 'known' per se but would have been aware that something had to have happened for Roger to have gone and let the government arrest him. After all, Roger didn't tell Whitebeard either for a long time.

Also I believe that Roger didn't want to be remembered as a dying man but as a strong pirate who conquered the Seas, and that would include wanting Garp to remember him as his great rival or even as a friend, rather than as an old, condemned man 🫠

But Garp is far from being as stupid as he likes to pretend (which has been proved many times) and most likely found out one way or another, and kind of doomed himself into not talking about it as a show of respect to Roger's will.

Which brings me back to your amazing idea 👀✨

Because in the end, no matter what Garp could say to Ace, the only thing that would have mattered for his grandson would have been that his father gave up on his family. He could have spent his last weeks/months with his wife, possibly even with his son ― but he went and got executed instead.

The worse is...

... could Ace even hate him for having picked Freedom over anything else, up until his last breath?

Freedom matters so much to all of them ― even to Garp ― so could they really resent him? When all they've ever wanted was to be just as free, up until the end?

[dangermousie]

The more I think about it, the worse I feel for Lei Chun and not because of her father and her OTP being mortal enemies.

It’s because she did NOT set out to be in a forbidden relationship. She didn’t meet an enemy clansman and decided to Romeo and Juliet it. No, instead the did the most appropriate and expected thing - she developed feelings for the person her father betrothed her to! She gave her heart to a man she was precisely supposed to! Her only sin was not being a robot and turning off those feelings once the engagement was called off.

And the thing is - think about it - they were engaged for years! He was the accepted (and not just accepted - encouraged and even mandated) choice for years! They entered the betrothal 13 years ago and I am not sure if it was called off by the parents 5 years ago (for some reason I am thinking that number) or 8 years ago (which is when they defeated Guan Qi and busted the Mitian Sect, the reason for their alliance) which means they were officially engaged for 5-8 years. Sure, she was a kid for some of it but not all and either way she knew and liked him from day one even if at first she was too young for it to be romantic love.

So basically her father engages her to someone. And it’s jackpot - she has a fiancé who is both the choice of her parent AND someone she discovers is a person she can like and admire and get along with and even fall in love with. She opens her heart to Su Mingzhen not out of wild romanticism and a reckless defiance of social norms but in assurance this is a accepted and acceptable choice, that she is safe to love him. And then it gets all yanked away.

And yes, of course it sucks for SMZ too - he also fell in love and had years of certainty they could be together for it all to be yanked away. But it’s societally harder for a woman and, more importantly, he has volition to go after her father - it’s a choice. It’s an awful, terrible choice (not only would her father happily murder him so it’s not as they can just bury the hatchet but her father is literally committing treason and endangering the very existence of their country) but it’s still a choice, he’s still aware of the options and consequences even if they are gutting him. But Lei Chun has no idea - she does not know her father is engaged in treason or her lover is about to expose him for it; yes she knows they are enemy sects but treason is way outside the usual contention.

And I think the reason it hits me so hard with her is because she did everything right - she fell for a man chosen by her father and is a loving partner and daughter; hell she even avoids the classic drama heroine mistake and doesn’t drag on the thing with Bai Choufei and lets him know asap she only likes him as a friend and actually loves another. She did not choose to be a rebel against basic structures. Other than not cutting off her previously approved feelings the moment they became disapproved, which would be impossible, she is completely within societal norms. She did not go looking for trouble and it’s not going to save her one bit. There is literally no way her storyline is ending well and the awful thing is it started not from an act of rebellion but an act of obedience to her father’s will and the tragic symmetry of it is perfect.