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1moreff-creator · 1 year

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Firstly, good luck on the LGI video !! I think anyone who even tries to analyze tha embodiment of a stroke (/pos) that is that video deserves a medal, a hug, and a therapy session Secondly, considering you are a Veronika stan I was wondering if you had any theories in regards to her backstory, as I really feel like besides Hu and maybe David, she is the character who we know the least about in terms of her past. And I've been thinking about that a lot, especially since I think she will play a massive role in the conflicts of Chapter 3 (similar to the role Ace has played in Chapter 2) And considering what her secret is theorized to be by basically the entire community, her comment about how she used to be an outdoors person (implying something happened that made it so she wasn't one anymore), her lolita fashion sense implying that her family is at least somewhat wealthy because god those dresses are expensive, and whoever the fuck Alyssa Belyaeva is. I feel like she has some juicy stuff that's just waiting to be speculated by more people

Thanks for the well wishes! I probably will need therapy after that video, geez.

Anyways, no more David here, let’s talk Veronika! You are right in calling me a stan, even thinking about her is enough to get me to smile like a dummy. And you’re right, there is so much to speculate on with this freak! I agree she’ll probably have a bigger role soon, and there is clearly something that went deeply wrong in her childhood. Otherwise, how would she get this awesome? I love her.

I can't get anything conclusive for obvious reasons, but I have come up with what I think is an interesting theory about her backstory.

CW: Self-harm, speculation on child neglect and psychiatric wards

First, let me compile everything you brought up and a few more things.

+Veronika used to be an outdoors person, but isn’t anymore. She even likes skateboarding! Presumably because her talent requires her to be indoors a lot, but there’s a good chance there’s something more traumatic at play.

+She despises boredom over all else, and at times, not even horror is enough to satiate her thirst for thrills. “That's why I liked horror for such a long time. […] But in the end, fiction is only fiction”. Tsumugi kinnie spotted!

+Whenever she finds something exciting, she can’t help but get addicted. That’s an odd way for her to phrase that, but sure.

+She has a deep interest in psychology and horror, as we all know.

+Like you said, it’s possible her parents are quite wealthy, as she enjoys expensive lolita fashion, as well as “weird” and “exotic” foods, apparently.

+Her favorite color is white in the presence of other colors, as it makes them stand out, and her least favorite is white without other colors, since she considers it soulless. What a weirdo /affectionate.

+The hidden quote on her page is “Once something is broken, it can never be pieced together in quite the same way again. The same goes for people.” Spooky!

(I’m not bringing up Mai on this post, no shot I’m getting into that mess again)

+Her secret is most often speculated to be “You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun”. Now, watch that be Levi’s and she’s actually the murderer without remorse, I think that’d be funny. But yeah, the self-harm secret is most likely hers.

+Alyssa Belyaeva is/was her dearest friend, the person who gifted her the green triangle earring she wears.

This “dearest friend” is so odd. Like, on one hand, the fact the dev originally neglected to name her because they didn’t want to put too much emphasis on mostly unimportant characters (I wish I could find the actual wording they used, but I can’t see all the answers of the Q&A for some reason) would suggest she’s not too relevant. But on the other hand, her impact is literally etched into Veronika’s design via the earring, and…

Well, listen. She was Veronika’s friend. Not only did Veronika like her, which already implies something’s wrong with her, Alyssa actually liked Veronika back. Oh, there is something wrong wrong with this girl.

So, yeah, don’t know if she’s going to be relevant. I tried looking up the green triangle, see if it meant anything, but I didn’t see anything that looked related. I also looked up Alyssa’s name to see if it meant anything. “Alyssa” means “noble” or “truth”, which I don’t get anything from, and “Belyaeva” is just derived from “white (blond) hair”. Wikipedia, make up your mind, is it white or blond?

Although that does give me a headcanon idea, that Alyssa has white hair but dresses very colorfully, and that’s why Veronika’s favorite color is white in the presence of others.

Yo, watch me get attached to a character we have even less information on than goddamn Elliot Cuevas and Felicity Giles.

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Anyways, the problem with Veronika is clear. There’s a lot there, but we’re also missing a fuckton, which makes it really hard to theorize about her. It feels like we’re missing some kind of through-line which actually connects all the loose concepts surrounding this girl. The most sensible answer here is that it’s impossible to gather anything conclusive about her backstory within the bounds of sanity.

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But you didn’t ask me to speculate so I would remain within the bounds of sanity, did you? You wanna see the craziness come in, yeah? Well, let’s go crazy.

The Inevitable Descent Into Insanity

Veronika likes skateboarding.

It’s something I mentioned off-handedly before, but let’s think about it for a second. While there is such a thing as an indoor skatepark, when most of us think of skateboarding, I imagine most of us jump to the idea of skateboarding outside. I feel, if Veronika truly only liked indoor skateboarding, that would be made more explicit, you know? Like how Levi’s profile states he likes “suckers (candy)”.

And if that’s the case, we can gather three things.

>Veronika isn’t bored of the outside.

>Veronika isn’t scared of the outside.

>More people need to draw Veronika skateboarding /lh

This is a bit of stretch, and I don’t have any more evidence she doesn’t have trauma from being outdoors, but that’s not all for boredom. She clearly enjoyed playing in the playground, which was indoors, but was still ultimately a playground. That makes her being bored of the outside even more unlikely.

But if she didn’t get bored of the outside, why did she pick up a talent that is explicitly only possible indoors? Well, I want to take a closer look at how that secret is worded.

“You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun”

What’s interesting here is that she only took on her talent to stop herself from harming herself. This could imply that, while she obviously enjoys horror a lot, she doesn’t enjoy it as much as what she was doing before. After all, if she did, she would have also picked it up simply because it was more fun, and the secret’s wording would be odd.

And there’s more. What I imagine most of us think when we read this is “Veronika got so bored of everything else, she started hurting herself to stave off her boredom”. But, at the risk of sounding morbid, how was she hurting herself? Because I feel most of us jump to the idea of cutting (that’s why everyone mentions her wrists being covered when talking about her secret), but that’s not the only way people self harm. And, sorry if this sounds insensitive, but cutting doesn’t really seem “fun” to me. Like, obviously all self-harm is bad for you, but that in particular doesn’t seem too entertaining.

Why am I talking about this? Well, I want to bring attention to something she tells Teruko in CH 2 EP 7:

Veronika: “The idea that I could screw up my life at any time, that I could make a fatal mistake that I can’t undo… That’s real fear. So it excites me.”

Veronika was seemingly talking about the killing game here, but what if she’s not? She seems to be talking as if she has more experience with this sort of thing than just the killing game. And in particular, the use of the word “excites me” is interesting when paired with the line I called out earlier: “Whenever I find something that’s exciting, I can’t help but get addicted”.

So, if she found a way to constantly put herself in dangerous situations where one mistake would cost her her life, she would get addicted to it. Is this fair to say?

And this is where I bring you back, and draw a link between her love for the outdoors, her secret, her talent, and this idea. I’ve connected the dots-

(I didn’t connect shit)

I’ve connected them. Here goes:

Whenever Veronika played outside, she would feel the need to injure herself and put herself in unnecessarily dangerous situations, so she could feel the fear of making a fatal mistake she can’t undo. She only took on being a Horror Fanatic to distract from this need, as indoors, there aren’t as many exciting ways for her to injure herself.

That insane enough? I feel it sorta makes sense. If you think about it, this would mean at some point, Veronika would have to decide between throwing herself at horror or continuing her path to becoming the Ultimate Skateboarder, and the only reason she chose horror was… well, she would need to really go out of her way to injure herself while watching a horror movie.

Meanwhile, whenever she was outside, it would be easier to harm herself. Stand on a swing (like we see her do in the series), fall from a height, ram into something on a skateboard. Most of the injuries wouldn’t be too severe, but they would add up, and depending on what she was doing, I imagine some of them could be a bit worse. And whenever that happened, she would feel more excited than before, get more addicted, and constantly look for ways to injure herself more, and worse, and worse. Perhaps even injuring herself before going out, so she could be in the maximum amount of pain possible.

But there may have been other reasons she was doing this. This is where the “wealthy parents” may come in. Stereotypically speaking, wealthy parents are often depicted as neglectful, more preoccupied with work than with their children. Think- Oh, well, think Mariabella, actually. That’s obviously not always the case, but it does happen.

And if this is the case, it’s possible she was also, subconsciously, harming herself as a call for help. As a way to get the attention she needed. There would have been better ways to go about it, but self-harming is sort of inherently irrational.

In fact, maybe I am really going completely insane, but I think there’s an exchange where something like this can be inferred? In CH 2 EP 2, when Veronika falls off the swing.

Veronika: “Ehehe! I’m fine! Don’t worry!”

Teruko: “I’m not worried about you. If your body was fragile enough to break from a light fall like that, then you wouldn’t have done something so stupid”

Veronika: “It’s fun to stand on swings, okay? It makes me feel tall. I didn’t know that these ones would be quite so slippery”

Veronika: “But really, I’m not hurt at all. The ground is very soft”

Now, let’s be clear. I am probably reading way too much into this, and this was probably just a quick way to transition to the point of the ground being soft. But it always struck me as odd that Veronika feels the need to tell Teruko she wasn’t hurt twice, even after Teruko had taken her at her word before.

So, hear me out, maybe that was force of habit. Like, she always (intentionally) injured herself while playing around, then Alyssa or someone else would be concerned about her, and fuss over her. Then, Veronika would have to repeatedly state she was fine, because the whole point was that she wanted to keep playing after hurting herself. And Alyssa would be concerned, but eventually brush it off with a laugh. Or, knowing the type of friends Veronika gets, maybe Alyssa would also have the habit of hurting herself alongside Veronika-

I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for. I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for. I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for-

Anyways, again, I’m probably reading too much into that line, it’s very likely Veronika just said she was okay again to get to the point about the floor being soft.

Anyways, that’s sort of the main idea of my speculation! That she harmed herself by playing outside to make it more exciting. All we’re missing is what made her decide to stop hurting herself, and an explanation for the quote on her page, the one about people breaking. I assume they’re likely related, but I can’t give a solid answer. So here’s a few possibilities:

>When her parents found out, they said she was “broken” and sent her to a (likely under 18) psychiatric ward. This could explain why she considers the color white on its own “soulless”. I mean, I doubt under 18 psychiatric wards look that depressing, and I couldn’t find conclusive images in Google, but I did see some white, so maybe! The reason I’m not too sure is that I really don’t know much about under 18 psychiatric wards, and while I did try to do some research, I don’t exactly feel like being in more lists than I’m already probably on, you feel?

>A bit more worrying, perhaps her parents were the ones who tried to “””fix””” her, and they did something bad to her. I can’t comment much more on this idea, as any further ideas tend more towards fanfic than actual speculation.

>Maybe the one who “””broke””” was actually Alyssa, and either she was sent to a psych ward or something happened to her that made her “soulless”. I don’t like tying Alyssa too closely to Veronika’s backstory, because of the whole “she might not be important” thing, but it’s there. However, it’s important to note, if something did happen to Alyssa, Veronika likely wouldn’t be at fault, otherwise it would likely be mentioned in her secret.

>There's also a possibility Veronika stopped self harming on her own or, more likely, with proper therapy (so proud of her if that's the case!), and the "broken" thing refers to something she'll do in the killing game. I don't know if what I'm about to say really makes sense, but while I've always imagined Veronika saying her line with her "shadow over eyes" sprite, I guess it's possible she would actually say it with one of her "Junko-ish" or "deranged smile" sprites. I'm imagining something like: she drives Arturo absolutely insane, laughs about how horrible he's gotten, and with a malicious, wide smirk, she tells everyone: "Arturo is broken, and nothing will put him back together again. How entertaining!" Something like that. I really just want her to do something extremely fucked up, I think she deserves to have some fun :D

And there's my whole theory about Veronika's backstory! Even though it's probably completely wrong, I hope it satisfied your craving for speculation on the resident freak. And thanks for reading! If you made it this far, you deserve a good friend that loves you just like you are, like Alyssa! Take care!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt theory #veronika grebenshchikova #alyssa belyaeva #we're tagging it #cw sh

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jujusjunk · 2 months

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hey i’m a diaspora jew with a bunch of family in israel. i’m a zionist in the sense that israel is the jewish homeland, but that doesn’t mean it’s only our homeland. i hate likud and i don’t agree with the scale and duration of israel’s response to oct 7th. i’ve been really freaked out by a lot of the stuff i’ve seen on social media about i/p and people’s response to it all. i just want to say that i really appreciate your willingness to talk to people with differing views and how you value peace building and a better future over continued suffering. i went through your blog, and while i don’t think we agree on some details, a lot of our larger beliefs are the same. it’s proof that we don’t all have to think the same to want the same thing in the end! i’m glad people care and are trying to get more attention on a really long conflict that probably wouldn’t get much global attention otherwise, but it’s been so frustrating seeing how people who don’t have a personal connection have been treating everything like a game, not bothering to learn much, and wanting not to end violence but to make other people suffer more in return. i’ve had the same problem with some of the more conservative folks i interact with in jewish spaces, and it’s been annoying being told by people who basically don’t know shit that i’m supposed to cut them out rather than try and talk and understand why they feel the way they do/get them to see that there are better alternatives. why do these random westerners think they know better than those of us actually affected about what our people think? anyway sorry for rambling, i just want you to know that what you’re doing is awesome and that it makes me so hopeful that the future will suck less knowing that people like you are having conversations not just with their own communities but with the world about where we go from here. i think that bc of people like you, we might actually make peace someday.

Hi my loveee, it’s so nice to meet you. I know that we won’t agree on everything and that’s pretty normal. We’re not expected to agree on everything considering the way we were raised, the religions and ideologies we were taught and honestly the propaganda we were shown. The both of us have lived diffrent lives and we can’t be expected to agree on everything. But what I think important is that even with our disagreements, respect still stands. I might not agree with you but that doesn’t invalidate your points nor does it mean I view myself as more of a human that I view you.

Everyone is equal that’s what I’m trying to get at, it doesn’t matter your ethnicity, religion, race, ideology, anything. If you respect me I will extend that respect to you, if you don’t I won’t that’s how I work.

Inshallah we will reach a point where we can all live happily and peacefully in this land because honestly it’s beautiful, one of the most beautiful in the world. I would love to share it and create memories with all kinds of people, Jews, Muslims, Christians, atheists everyone.

We don’t have to think the same to live peacefully.

In Islam we have this quote (I know we’re not talking about it but I love it and I’d like to share it)

"لكم ‏دينكم وليا دين"

It means “you have your religion and I have mine”. I extend respect towards everyone no matter your religion and I think a peaceful solution can be found between the 2 groups without the interference of the outsider, whether that be America’s government or its people.

Conservatives on both sides need to calm down let’s be honest here, extremists on both sides need to calm down. We’re gonna get nowhere if all we do is bomb each other. We’re gonna ruin the land, we’re gonna ruin our health, we’re gonna live in hate and fear for the rest of our lives if this goes on.

Now ideally what I would hope to happen, to please both sides, we call it the holy land. Palestinians and Israelis hold the same rights. Aggression is stopped from both sides, both sides are held accountable for any and all actions.

I know this is simply a dream but maybe, just maybe, one day it can be a reality🤷🏻‍♀️.

Anyways have a great day anon, I’m always available to text and to rant to, sending lots of love🫶🏼

#palestine #free palestine #Israel #fuck is it hard to type with long nails #lots of love #anon

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allamericansbitch · 11 months

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Thank you so much for being okay with it, I know how draining this topic can be. I recently saw a post that said "you shouldn't stop being friends with someone just because they did something wrong but actually tell them that they were being wrong because that's just how they're gonna realise it" and I really think that fits with me and taylor. I know she's not my friend but she has had this force in my life for so many years that I basically see her as my friend. That might sound parasocial but I really am not parasocial. I'm not one of the people who are obsessed with her you know speculating on every aspect of her life and thinking you know her so well. What I mean when I say I see her as a friend is that I say stuff like "I love her". Now with the whole stuff that happened this year (m*tty) I wasn't proud of her, I was pretty mad and disappointed. But then there was this "I'm sure she doesn't mean it that way! I'm sure she isn't a bad person! She has done bad decisions but she isn't evil just because she was near that guy doesn't mean she is okay with everything he represents" and I know these thoughts don't justify what she did. But now again I always ask myself if she really did such a bad crime? I know she did something problematic but does that automatically mean she hates pocs, muslims, jews, lgbtq etc people? And I always think the answer to that question is no because she for sure is immature and a white feminist but a people hater? I wouldn't say that. And this is where I don't know what to feel about her because I don't want to hate her or unstan her for that one month nonsense and I probably won't but these thoughts always come up in my head. It's mostly because of the fact that she had such a big impact on my life and she's known for being one of the kindest celebrities so it'd beweird to think that that was always a lie. And now back to the quote I mentioned up there. I really think it represents my "relationship" with taylor cause sure she's not a real friend she doesn't know me and I don't know her but in this case if we say she'd be my friend I shouldn't just stop being friends with her which means unstanning her but actually tell her she's being wrong for her to be better next time. And I know holding her accountable doesn't make a difference in her life unless it's just the minority who does it but at least I have a great feeling that I'm able to hold people accountable that I really like. Look I'm 20 years old and without sounding parasocial I really do lover taylor. I wish she'd understand she did something wrong and apologise for it but at the same time if almlsy no one tells her that she's not gonna find that out. I know she's a grown adult who should be able to see what's right and wrong but I have such a weak spot for her that I would just be worried for her no matter what she did. For example this whole overexposure of her life right now. I know she knows what she's doing but I just can't stop myself from being worried for her because I don't want her to get hurt in any sense.

I could talk about this forever but I will stop here otherwise you're going to freak out. But I just want to know if I'm being unreasonable or if my worries are justified

I completely understand what you mean. I think that whole situation with M*tty really was the breaking point for a lot of people, a lot of people finally saw her as the performative person she can be. Her getting on a stage and calling herself an ally all while dating someone who says slurs and spews hate speech was truly insane to me and a lot of others.

I agree with what you said about how her having whatever that moment was with him doesn’t mean she meant any direct harm to those groups, it’s not even comparable to what he does, but it is still inexcusable and hurtful. And that’s where the complex and conflicting feelings come in.

If you love something you want it to grow and better itself, whether it’s people or whatever else, we have no idea who Taylor truly is as a person, but we love what we believe the concept of Taylor is and we care. I dont think it’s a dangerous thing to be that level of parasocial, she’s told us for over a decade that she cares about us and we’ve done things as a collective that show we care about her. It’s not strange at all to want to her to better herself in these aspects of being a better person.

I think it all comes down to being a responsible, mature consumer of media and fandom. No one is going to be perfect and spotless in the eyes of everyone, but particularly celebrities bring it to a very problematic level. Celebrities are public figures and their actions have such stronger affects than the average person, plus whatever they present publicly is what they are okay with being in their life, so Taylor showed she was okay with that man’s terrible behavior. I think to remember that and acknowledge that she is very much a white feminist who does not stand up for others and can be very hypocritical at times is a really healthy mindset to have, acknowledge she definitely has her flaws and not see her as a perfect god, not give her the benefit of the doubt when that just means turning a blind eye to her harmful actions and making up excuses for her. No human being is immune to criticism.

As long as you can acknowledge all of her flaws and not be one of those fans who defends her at every turn and ignored the red flags she has constantly waved in the air then it’s perfectly fine to remain a fan. It’s still completely reasonable to have empathy for her and be worried about her well being or what might happen in the future due to this insane over exposure that’s happening. You don't wanna see someone who might have helped you through so many rough times go through one themselves. It’s complicated and that’s perfectly fine, one day you can love her and others she can do some things to piss you off, there can be mixed emotions.

#answered #anonymous

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seekingthestars · 1 year

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tagged by @koalammas!! thank youuu 💞

buckle up ladies and gents time for some rambles okay go

1. Are you named after anyone?

nope lol my middle name was going to be Rose after my great-grandma on my mom's side, but my parents didn't want to offend either side of the family by using a name from the other side of the family so they ended up opting for completely random names for me and my brother hahaha

2. When was the last time you cried?

around april 21 (friend's funeral, her brother was speaking during it and i did not keep it together)

3. Do you have kids?

nope! only my cat, who i love and adore with my entire heart, she is my sweet lil angel muffin

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

kinda depends i guess? sometimes?

5. What is the first thing you notice about a person?

ohhh good question hmm i guess if i'm just seeing someone in passing, probably appearance? otherwise how they interact with and treat other people.

6. What’s your eye color?

brown, but leans a little hazel-ey some days.

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

agree that i like satisfying endings that are also hopefully happy! but between these two options, happy endings, i cannot do scary movies or tv shows or anything, i get freaked out and then can't sleep lol

8. Any special talents?

i genuinely don't know L O L i don't know what would constitute a special talent??? i can memorize song lyrics pretty quickly and then they sorta embed themselves into my brain forever, does that count??

9. Where were you born?

southern usa!

10. What are your hobbies?

video games, watching movies/dramas (though i do not always have the attention span for it lol), reading, crafting (i like physically making things with my hands since i just do design on my computer all day for work! i like trying lots of different things, recently been trying a little bit of hand embroidery. also painting little ceramic figures and stuff like that), cosplaying. i've been trying this year to build taking a walk into my daily routine, not sure if i count it as a hobby or not lol

11. Do you have any pets?

my sweet sweet rileycat!!!! i love cats!!!!

12. What sports do you/have you played?

am not a sports girlie LOL i did tap/ballet/jazz for six-ish years when i was younger! in high school i took theatre classes and was in the plays/musicals instead of sports.

13. How tall are you?

5'4" which is like 162.5cm??

14. Favourite subject in school?

oh i love english, i always loved english. and math! i actually really loved math up until i took calculus. my calculus teacher was horrible, he made you feel stupid for asking questions and he intentionally made the tests too long to finish in a class period and made them extra confusing, it left me in tears more than once. cried at school bc i failed a lot of those tests. anyway i got a 5 on my AP exam for calculus (highest score) so i understood the material, my teacher just sucked and made me hate math after i'd loved it my entire life so ✌️

also loved my theatre classes in high school ahhhh

15. Dream job?

i think something working with cats / big cats / red pandas would be really fun. not a vet necessarily, i don't think i could handle it lol, but like a cat rescue or animal sanctuary maybe??? idk honestly

but yeah mostly agree with the "something that won't drain me and actually leaves me with savings and a will to live" answer. i like my current job/workplace/coworkers a lot more than my last job, but i still don't know if i'd want to be in this field until i retire, that's so many more years and clients sometimes make me wanna bash my head into a wall lol

i have a hard time with the ~dream job~ question bc i've just never felt like i had a "calling" or any overwhelming grand idea with what i've wanted to do with my life, i'm just vibing my way through somehow

Bonus: any significance to your blog's name:

NOPE lol when i was making this blog uhhhh 12 years ago everything that i wanted at the time had been taken and this was the only thing i could think of that i liked that was available and it was just something random 😂 i've thought about changing it but idk it's been too long now LOL

#tag game #personal #i always end up rambling on these more than i should HAHA oopsie ;;#long post

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somewhereinthepines · 2 years

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So after the angst one-shot for Chris and Ryan you just wrote *coughs* I ask for fluffy scenarios you could see happening or more smutty ones, or bit of both, i dont mind, either is good. My brain needs after care after that level of sadness, lol. I tend to linger on morning scenarios like I mentioned in a past ask. Like I can see Chris waking up first and just laying there cuddling, he can watch & scent him as much as he wants. I still think about that scene in ASB where Chris is tipsy and singing Ryan to sleep on his bed, it's just so soft, we love tender moments. I've developed into a keen believer of the head canon that Ryan is just clingy and kinda needy in the morning. It's one of those rare times in the day where he doesn't think too much about touching Chris, he just does it because he wants to.

And when it comes to sleep, since it's a problem for him, I was thinking maybe he'd find it easier sleeping close to him, head on chest, clingy octopus kinda stuff. Quick, stolen kisses when nobody is around. Chris watching Ryan not eating or drinking in his secret lair, and he looks directly at where he knows a camera is and he just starts taking proper bites/sips of water not breaking eye contact; out of bratty impulse or compliance idk. Hmm or wearing something of Chris's? That could potentially be a more smutty route. I like that Chris calls him the names that he does, like the good boy, big boy ones especially make me think of praise kink. Which 10/10 from me, haha. The hint of them becoming unhinged about each other is rather exciting, like yes, pop off murder husbands.

oh, sure-sure! angst/drama is a core of chris/ryan’s canonical narrative, so i just had to do smth about it. otherwise, i prefer to dab into ‘better’ scenarios for them, bc they deserved to have smth good.

and yup, i agree. chris would totally enjoy their shared mornings. he’s not used to waking up to someone. and then, he has ryan in his bed, for him this is such a wild thing. smth that he would only allow himself to muse about, when alone and tipsy. but now it’s reality, and he can get away with a lot. esp if ryan would sleep like a wooden log, so that chris can be a gentle creep, haha. do soft, but still ‘invasive’ things. pat his hair, sniff his neck, and paw at him, but somewhat lazily. not getting sexual, but almost teasing himself to do such a thing. not that he would, bc ryan needs his sleep. but it’s nice to be able to touch him, and do things, that chris might be a bit too ashamed to do, when the other is awake. but this way…mm, ryan would stay curled in the hook of his arm.

and i also agree, that ryan feels bolder in mornings, he’s half-asleep and things, that usually would freak him out a bit, feel alright here. at normal circustemses, he might doubt himself, worry that chris might find some of his impulses/gestures kind of silly, and ‘inexperienced’. but nah, he likes this about you. relax, kid. still him being more flirty and touchy does sound about right, when it comes to these moments, when he’s aware about his desires, more than about what kind of thing, mister h might assume/think if he’d do this or that. i feel like part of ryan’s ‘reverse’ nature also has smth to do with how chris is an older man, so inside ryan’s head, he will always picture, that he has some sort of invincible competition with people, who camp operator bedded before. he wants to impress chris with his skills lol. but in the morning, he can be whimsical and kind of selfish in what he’s curious about. tangle their legs together and keep him ‘trapped’ while he does whatever he wants. and since ryan is kinda as touch starved as chris is, i wonder how far they can take it, like how soon light fun will get wilder lol. and i’m pretty sure, that ryan sleeps in chris’s t-shirts, they’re wider and larger, than his. comfy.

ah, that’s actually a thing, that might/would do. he will use all these camera placements against chris in one way or another. like the man violates his privacy, gotta at least have fun, while it happens, haha. and speaking of meals. chris would so spoon-fed him, if he’d resisted a proper food for longer, than two days. he would cook smth for ryan too. being a single father with two kids, chris must know how to cook. and ryan while maybe not hungry, would still give in into such intense fawning. i imagine, that the sentiment isn’t quite familiar to him. he had to babysit his sister, but prob never been given the same amount of attention as a child himself. his mom was always working, his grandparents were busy with their own things, so he just sat there playing or reading or smth. until it was meal time, and it was very uneventful. just eat what you’ve given. but chris would try to figure out what foods, he likes best. what sort of dish, he might really love and what is no-go. so much attention to just that. while chris himself eats whatever (i feel like after becoming a werewolf he has zero pleasure in eating anything at all) and drinks cheap beer, haha.

praise kink is surely their thing. ryan wants to be a good boy for mister h. besides, it sounds so rewarding hearing it from him, bc in ryan’s understanding, chris is such a ‘cool’, great dude. and he would surely praise ryan’s efforts, when they doing smth sexual and ryan is unsure, or kinda scared to do smth wrong. but ‘ah, you’re doing good, champ’ and ‘what a good boy you are, doing this thing for me’. ryan be a blushing mess. he would wear these names like a bandage of honor. after all, he’s mister h’s lil buddy. his favorite. it’s funny to think about in a way, bc for ryan being ‘good’ is almost a habit. but being good for chris is a special thing on its own. it’s one of those rare instances, when being obedient, actually pays off. but when he feels bold and kinda wanna be manhandled a bit, ryan can be a bit of a brat and get ‘punishment’. in the end, mister h will always go easy on him. chris won’t ever hurt him or do smth that will be too much. but the healthy mixture between the two surely will satisfy their needs in all sorts of regards. and with time, i imagine that ryan gets scaringly good at knowing how to tease chris. provoke him just right.

it’s easy to imagine, why they would fall so deeply into it. and obsession is such a sneaky thing, esp if you’re one’s caretaker as chris for example. or if you’re a quiet, ‘weird’ kid, like ryan. there is tension and inches, that you will make into miles. and then, suddenly there is all of it. can’t quite get enough.

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Estelle and The Mark of Arachnid: The Trident of Poseidon (Chapter 6)

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Chapter 6: Surprise! My Brother is Joseph Joestar!

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Percy gave us the tour of Camp Half-Blood.

Camp Half-Blood is a safe haven for demigods so that they can train and learn to defend themselves. Many of these kids have unique powers and abilities they can use to protect themselves. But, the moment these kids find out about their origin, their scents become more active and monsters are able to sniff them out. Which is why many of them are still out there, in hiding. Most of them are even shunned by society because they are different and nobody will know why. That would explain about Percy and Sam being bullied in the past. And the crazy part? Sometimes the kids will head out to the world for some crazy adventures, fight monsters and save the world.

“So, let me get this straight,” I said. “This is a place for those with godly blood in them and are learning to control their powers and do fun camp activities and go out and save the world by doing missions called quests?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Percy answered.

“…This is just like the X-Men,” I replied.

“Oh my god, it is!” Sam agreed.

Percy was gonna argue with me about comparing it to a comic book series. But, I mean, come on! They both are a safe place for kids with powers; do normal people activities like school or summer camp and send them to do dangerous missions and save the world; even the adults are demigods teaching the younger generations how to fight and survive! The only thing missing is if the camp was being counseled by a crippled Patrick Stewart.

Ugh, getting off track here. Anyways, after our talk, Sam got even more excited.

“Do you tend to have people with powers to shoot lasers or teleport? What about telekinesis or transformation?”

Sam was asking a lot of X-Men related questions about Camp Half-Blood. Percy tried to explain to us how the Camp is different to the X-Men. But it’s gonna be really difficult to convince Sam otherwise. Anyways, Percy showed us more about the camp. The infirmary was near the center of Camp which mostly involved the cabins for the campers. So far it seems that there’s dozen of cabins and each one represents a different god. I noticed that they also have both Greek and Roman names of the gods. When I asked, Percy said it was because there’s also Roman demigods too. I found that confusing because it’s literally the same thing, just with different names. Though I can tell from Percy that it was gonna be a long story to tell. He said that once he finishes the tour, he’ll talk about how this all happened around the time he found out about himself.

He showed us a lot of stuff here at Camp. Apparently, the Camp is being protected by a giant energy barrier that prevents monsters from attacking. They even got some regular camp events such as Arts and Crafts; canoeing; volleyball, and they even have a strawberry field. It looks like an ordinary summer camp with an Ancient Greek theme to it. The only difference? The camp also has an Arena for combat training, an Amphitheater for camp meetings; even a freaking Forge and Armory area too. And get this, they even have a Pegasus stable.

Pegasus!

Literal flying horses exist!

Sam and I have dreamed of riding one since we were little and watched My Little Pony. Tell anyone and I will hunt you down.

Percy showed us around the stables and… we were just amazed by the pegasi and wanted to pet them. Percy told us it’s not safe to pet them because some of them are a little mischievous. I asked how he knew that.

“I can talk to them.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” Percy replied. “I can talk to horses and fishes. I’ll tell you about that later.”

Percy did not elaborate and continued the tour.

I… I don’t know what else to say at this point…

So let's just move on; As Percy continues the tour, we reach toward the counselor’s house. Percy calls it The Big House.

“This is where our counselor, Chiron, lives. It’s pretty much where we can plan for camp activities, battle plans and prepping for quests.”

“I’m sorry, battle plans?” I asked.

“He’s referring to strategies for capturing the flag activity,” Said another voice. Sam and I looked toward the entrance and saw a man in a wheelchair, he looked about the same age as Percy and had a scruffy beard. And unlike Charles Xavier (Patrick Stewart), he has hair.

At this point, you might as well cue the X-Men 90’s theme song.

“Estelle, meet Chiron, the Camp Counselor, a centaur… and a friend.”

I look at Percy with a raised eyebrow.

“Percy, the counselor is on a wheelchair. Like Charles Xavier.”

Chiron laughed.

“You must be Estelle Blofis. Percy told me a lot about you.”

“I hope they’re good things,” I replied.

Chiron chuckles, “In case you’re wondering, I am indeed a centaur, but I am greeting you in my human form. So that way I don’t shock you too much about everything.”

“Well, I appreciate that, Mr. Chiron, sir. But, we got attacked by Tweety the bird and her big ogre friend.”

“Actually, that was the Minotaur.”

“…I’m sorry, what?”

“The Minotaur, a half-human and hal-”

“I know what a minotaur is,” I interrupted. “I meant, why was the freaking minotaur involved?!”

Chiron replied, “On that, I do not know. But, it seems he was very delighted to have his rematch with Percy.”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?!”

After asking many (and I mean a lot) questions, Percy said he’ll explain it all later. For now, we had to discuss Sam's situation.

“Percy explained to me about the situation. Unfortunately, I do not know why Vulture and the Minotaur were near you two.”

“Vulture did say something about scouting. Maybe she was looking at a place she was planning to attack?” I said.

Chiron seemed pale as Percy spoke, “Chiron, you think they’re gonna attempt to attack Olympus?”

“Olympus? You mean Mt. Olympus?” I asked.

Chiron and Percy explained to me how Olympus actually exists in New York, right on top of the Empire State Building. I used to go there sometimes with mom and dad. To think that this whole time it was a meeting ground for gods.

“But why would she attack what would most likely be a heavily secured place?” Percy said.

“She did say something about her master. She may have been working for someone,” I added.

“Chiron?” Percy asked. “Do you know something?”

Chiron took a deep breath and nodded, “I will tell you about it later, Percy. For now, let’s get the girls some rest for today. In a couple of days, we will be having our Capture-the-Flag event.”

Sam gasped excitedly, “Can we join?!”

“You will, Samantha Stacy. For now, we need to introduce you to the campers tonight.”

“What about me?” I asked. “Can’t I join?”

“No,” Percy answered. “You can’t join, Estelle. Camp activities are a lot different here.”

I scoffed, “Come on, it can’t be that bad. What, you guys use foam swords and shields to pretend to be Greek warriors?”

Chiron laughs, “You, Estelle Blofis, are a lot like your brother.”

“Oh, that’s not a good thing, Chiron. One Percy is too much for this world to handle.”

He and Sam laughed hysterically while Percy was frowning.

“Oh I love her, Percy,” Chiron said. “I just hope she doesn’t get any influence from you.”

“W-whatever; look, just know that Camp Half-Blood’s activities are a lot different then regular camp activities. I’ll explain it all in the meantime.”

I rolled my eyes.

Clearly, Percy is just being an overprotective big brother. I mean, how bad can Camp Half-Blood be? It’s not like kids die here? Right?

“Well, for now, Estelle will be staying with you at your Cabin, Percy; and Sam will be staying in the Unclaimed Cabin for now. Tomorrow, we will send Estelle back home and-”

“I’m staying,” I interrupted. “Look, I may not be a demigod; have super powers or anything supernatural. But, I’ve been by Sam’s side ever since we were kids. I have been her partner in crime and kept her safe until now. And I will continue doing so, with or without your permission.

Percy sighed in frustration. He tries to convince me that Sam is going to be okay here. But even so, I can’t leave her on her own. She just lost her only family. I’m all she has left.

And we all know how gods are with their children; I read the mythologies. So whoever Sam’s mother is, it won’t be enough.

I’m all she got left.

Before Percy could convince me otherwise, Chiron spoke.

“We can continue this conversation for another time. For now, get some rest and eat at the Mess Hall. Tomorrow, I’ll announce to the campers our newest member here and then the following day, We’ll start the event for Capture the Flag.”

Percy agreed and guided me and Sam to the cabins.

Before I could ask which cabin he and I were staying in, Percy already showed us his cabin. The cabin was blue and had several marine-like decorations with a sign in Greek terms. I couldn’t tell what it says, but I can guess just from how the cabin looks.

“Percy… is your dad, Poseidon?”

He nodded, “Yeah, God of the Sea.”

Honestly, that explains so much.

Sam gasped in excitement, “You’re a son of Poseidon? Of the Big Three?”

“That does explain a lot of things about you, bro. For example, you never get wet during rainstorms, fishes seem to like you in aquariums and you ARE the best swimmer I know out there.”

Percy opens his cabin door.

The entire room describes Percy. The messy bundle of clothes; the unmade sheets on the bed; some leftover snacks by the side and there was also some armor and weapons by the side. The interior was Ocean-based decoration and colored with a blue-green mix color. Sam and I were amazed by the size of the cabin.

“Each Cabin has a different look and tends to show each unique style similar to the Olympians and their children. You should see the others, theirs are much bigger than mine.”

“Is it because the gods tend to be busy hooking up with humans?” I asked.

Percy chuckled, “Yeah, and as you can see, I’m an only child. Or rather, an only human-child.”

I was confused for a second, then I recalled the myths.

“Wait.. are all horses-”

“Yep,” Percy replied.

Well… at least we’ll know what most of Percy’s siblings like to eat.

“That explains why every horse reminds me of you, Percy. Your untamable hair, your sloppy eating habits, your-”

Percy ruffles my hair, “Okay, you little brat, just set your stuff on the bed next to mine. I’m gonna show Sam her cabin.”

“Hold on,” I said as I looked at the end table next to Percy’s bed. I saw a picture and saw several familiar faces.

“Is that you and Annabeth around my age? And is that.. It is!” I yelled as I recognized the faces.

I knew most of the faces in this picture, Frank, Hazel, Leo and… I was shocked at the next person I saw.

“Is that Piper McClean?! The actress?!” I yelled.

Sam and Percy walked towards me and looked at the picture.

Sam squealed in excitement. Piper McClean is this really beautiful and amazing actress that me and Sam always love watching. She is confident; kind and funny, especially off-screen too. We always hope to meet her in person someday, but never did I think that my idiotic brother actually knew her in person.

“Yeah, that’s Piper. We all had to travel to Italy and Greece with them to save the world. It was crazy, dangerous and we almost died. But… I knew we’d win when I had them by my side, especially Annabeth,” He said with a nostalgic tone. I also recognize there was a seventh person in the picture. He was tall, handsome, a bit muscular, had blonde hair and was wearing glasses.

“Who’s that?” I asked. Percy looked and replied.

“That’s… Jason. Son of Jupiter, or Zeus in Greek terms.”

“How come I never met him?” I asked. Besides Piper McClean, I met Frank, Hazel and Leo before and I considered them as family; so did mom and dad. But I never heard of Jason, nor met him.

“Let me guess, he’s out there saving the world like some Superman, right?” I said with a teasing tone.

Percy didn’t show any change of emotion in his face, but I can tell from his eyes. They were filled with loss and grief.

“Jason’s… not around… anymore…”

“Oh…”

“We can talk about that later, at the Mess Hall. For now, I’m gonna show Sam where she is sleeping. In the meantime, call mom and Paul and let them know you’re okay. I left some of your stuff by the bed. We’ll be back.”

I nodded as Sam and Percy left while I contacted my parents.

After I contacted my parents and told them I was okay, I also asked a lot of things about Annabeth. Turns out, she’s a daughter of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom. That also explains so much about her; she always seems to know anything, anywhere, anytime. So my next big question is what did Percy do to get a girl like Annabeth?

Well, I’m sure he’ll tell me.

After my talk with Annabeth, I reassured my parents that I will be staying with Sam at Camp. I was half-expecting them to deny the idea; but instead agreed to it because it was much safer here than back home. Especially since the monsters now got my scent.

After we got settled in our cabins, we headed toward the mess hall and ate some food. Percy took me and Sam to the mess hall, or what it’s usually called the Dining Pavilion, and food was already by the table. Percy told us how each table is arranged for a god and that it’s forbidden for a demigod of another god to sit at another table. However, he said that Poseidon is a chill guy and wouldn’t mind if Sam and I sit with him. I hope I get to meet Papa Neptune someday; he sounds like a fun guy, when he’s not giving tsunamis. Plus, this would give Percy the chance to finally answer all my questions.

“So, Sam, what do you think of the camp?” Percy asked.

“Well, other than the fact that I’m basically a Mutant.”

“Demigod,” Percy corrected.

“Same thing; anyways, I think this place is amazing. I never went to summer camp before, but I can’t wait to try out all the activities.” Sam sighs, “I wonder if this is what my dad wanted to tell me about. How my mom is actually a goddess, how I’m different from normal people.”

“I’m sorry, Sam.” Percy apologized. “I should’ve been more careful. I didn’t think Vulture would be this relentless. Lately, monster activities have been under the radar; I don’t know why exactly she was there. But, don’t worry, I’ll deal with her and her partner when the time comes.”

Sam nodded, “Thank you, Percy.”

Sam is taking the whole “dead dad” thing pretty well. Makes sense, her dad’s a cop and whenever he heads out on patrol or on a case, she’d fear it would be the last night she’d see her dad. She was mentally strong for it, but that doesn’t mean she won’t grieve for him. After all, he was the only family she had.

“Anyways, now that we got that out of the way, I think it’s time you tell us how your Odyssey began.” I chuckled at her joke and agreed with Sam; Percy finally told his tales.

How he was framed for stealing Zeus’ Lightning Bolt and ending up fighting Ares, the God of War. (Not Kratos, the ORIGINAL god of war. Let’s be real, if Percy fought Kratos, he wouldn’t last a minute.)

How he traveled the Sea of Monsters, which is really just the Bermuda Triangle, and reclaimed the Golden Fleece to save the camp.

How he sneaked out of camp to save Annabeth from Atlas AND carry the sky for her.

How he arrived at his own funeral after being healed from a volcano eruption that he caused because he was fighting an immortal being. (Quite… bizarre…)

How he fought a war against an immortal being that can control time.

How he arrived in New Rome and saved death (Literally) and went on a quest to fight Mama Earth.

How he and Annabeth fell and survived Tartarus, a hell worse than hell. A Super Hell.

How he fought alongside Egyptian Sorcerers and Norse Demigods and saved the world countless times.

Percy has… been through a lot. A LOT. Like, I’m surprised that he’s not in therapy nor gone criminally insane with immense PTSD. I mean, he literally went through SEVERAL kinds of hell, both metaphorically and literally. It really brought me a lot of respect and pity for him; and, it really explains why he’s so overprotective and caring. He wants me to live the life he never got.

But, of all this, only one thing was certain about Percy.

“You’re Joseph Joestar.”

“What?” Percy asked.

“Oh my god! I was gonna say the same thing, Stella!” Sam replied. “Like, Percy, you've been through about 80% of the exact same thing as Joseph Joestar.”

Percy groaned in annoyance. “Can we not talk about anime at the moment.”

“Think about it!” Sam yelled as she listed down the comparison.

“Look, you’re a New Yorker who obtained power at a very young age. You went on a journey to fight a guy who has issues with his dad and obtained powers involving time. You encounter an Italian and befriend them. Then, one of them gave up their lives for you to continue your quest. You fought an experienced warrior and won; not with skills and powers, but just out of sheer dumb luck and tricking them.”

Percy shrugged, “Okay, but how does that relate to-”

“-AND!” Sam interrupted. “You literally arrived at your own funeral after being healed from a volcano eruption that YOU caused because you were fighting an immortal being.”

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Who’s Joseph Joestar?

Well first: I can’t believe you don’t know Joseph Joestar! What, have you been living under a rock? Second: Joseph Joestar is one of the main characters of the animated hit series: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. He’s basically like Percy but British, flamboyant and is just a bit smarter. Just a bit… well… it’s debatable…

Don’t believe me? Go Watch Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 2: Battle Tendency and tell me, he doesn’t remind you of him. And no part jumping; It’s crucial you watch Part 1 before Part 2, no matter how boring it is. Although in my opinion, it is really good and- oh my god, I’m rambling. I’m sorry, I’m a huge Jojo Fan mostly because of the musical reference and it was one of the first anime I watched because of Sam. I’ll tone it down, for now.

Though… if I had an editor who refused to watch it… This will be one of my methods to convince him.

“Percy,” I spoke. “You gotta admit, what you do is… kinda bizarre.”

Percy groaned in annoyance.

“Only three things remain, Percy,” Sam started listing. “You need to either lose an arm; befriend a cybernetic german scientist or have an affair with a japanese woman.”

“None of that is happening,” Percy replied instantly. Sam and I laughed. If you have heard of any of Percy’s tales AND watched Jojo, you’d see the resemblance. “Look, my point is, my life has been anything but normal. I’m telling you all this because I know you, Estelle. You think that this seems like fun and adventurous. But it’s not…”

“Percy, I know it isn’t. That’s why I want to be a part of it. Saving people, hunting monsters.”

“Estelle, it’s not like Supernatural.”

I rolled my eyes; of course he knows Supernatural, one of my favorite Tv Series. I mean, who doesn’t wanna explore the country fighting monsters while listening to 80’s rock music in your ‘69 Chevy Impala? Now that’s a dream come true for me.

“I’m not changing my mind, Percy.”

Percy sighs.

“Fine, we’ll talk more about it later. Did you tell mom and Paul about it today?”

I nodded.

“What’d they say?”

I smirked, “Don’t cause too much trouble in camp.”

Percy is the only one in our family that seems to be VERY protective over me. Mom and dad trust me enough to make the right choice, but Percy is the only one who can’t accept the fact that I’m growing up.

Siblings, am I right?

“How about you, Sam? You think camp is good for you?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied. “I mean, it’s not like I can go back home. Dad… gave his life for me to be here. Least I can do is give this place a shot.”

“Well don’t worry, Sam.” I said. “You’re not doing this alone. I’m with you, to the end.”

After we finished eating, Percy took us to one of the campfire sites to just relax and take a minute to reel it all in.

I mean, last week, my only concern was how I’m gonna be prepared for my exams. Now, my best friend watched her dad get murdered by a harpy and my brother attacked by a hooded Minotaur. Just a couple of days ago, I didn’t think supernatural creatures existed; now, it turns out my brother is the son of Poseidon and most of the horses in the world are his relatives.

My whole world was changed, forever.

“Hey, Percy?”

“Yeah?”

“How come Piper McClean never comes to visit us? Almost everyone in that picture does, other than her and Jason.”

“...To be honest, I don’t know. She… distanced herself from camp. From all of us, especially Leo.”

“Leo?” I asked.

“Yeah, they’re like siblings. Always had each other’s back. But ever since Jason…”

There’s that name again, Jason.

Who was he?

What happened to them in the past?

“I… don’t really want to talk about it, Estelle.” Percy replied. “It’s… too painful to talk about.”

“I understand,” I said. “So, what are we going to be doing tomorrow?”

“Well,” He answered. “First, Chiron is going to introduce Sam to the camp. Just pray they don't follow the tradition.”

“And that is…?” Sam asked.

“They dump you in the camp bathroom toilet.”

“Over my dead body they will!” I yelled. “They so much put Sam anywhere near a toilet, not even Zeus will protect them from me!”

“Relax, Estelle. I’ll make sure they won’t, I promise.” Percy reassured me. “Anyways, afterwards, I’ll be teaching you both how to fight. You got lucky with Vulture and the minotaur. Next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

I smirked, “Are you gonna show us the Jackson Family secret battle technique?”

Sam snickered because she understood the reference.

“Ha ha,” Percy said sarcastically. “No, I’m gonna show you how to fight with a weapon. I was pretty experienced with a sword back in the days. So after the announcement, I’m taking you both to the barracks and helping you pick out your own weapons.”

“Wait, weapons?” Sam said. “As in, actual sharpened and deadly weapons that could most likely kill a person?”

“No, they’re enchanted weapons, they can only kill monsters. They have no effect on mortals, unless you’re a demigod.”

Isn’t my brother just the poster boy of safety?

Percy continues telling us more tales of the past and tells me more about the others. How Frank is a son of Mars and can shapeshift into animals; how Hazel is a daughter of Pluto and can summon cursed jewel stones; and how Leo is a son of Hephaestus and has a giant mechanical dragon and can burst into flames.

Funny thing, it doesn’t shock me about Leo. Frank’s shapeshifting powers, maybe. Hazel’s curse stones? Quite unusual.

But Leo? Everytime he comes over, mom has to have a fire extinguisher ready just in case. I wasn’t sure if it’s because every time he’s around, something catches on fire or if he’s just “too hot to handle” (his words, not mine).

Unfortunately, it was getting late so we all had to head to bed and get some rest.

“Hey Percy?”

“Yeah, Estelle?”

“I’m sorry you had to go through so much when you were at my age.”

“It’s fine… even though I've been through hell, I gained a family from it.”

“You mean Annabeth?” I asked.

“No, not just her. My friends, my dad, this camp… even you,” He said as he patted my head.

I always hated when he did that.

But just this once, I’ll allow it. He’s been through enough.

Maybe I will learn more about Percy’s life here at camp. Sam and I might see more mythological creatures and maybe go on some epic adventures.

Who knows… This might be the best Summer we’ll ever have.

Author's Note:

Hello there! I'm sorry for the delay post. Been very busy these couple of months, work-related and family-related. But, regardless, I will do my best to keep writing at least monthly for this story and I'm committed to it. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and to help you understand Estelle and Sam, here it is:

Estelle "Stella" Blofis:

She loves music and books and is a huge fan to the TV Series, Supernatural. It was one of her reasons why she got into the Myth's and Folklores. She's kind and loyal along with a humor similar to Percy. She got into anime because of Sam and is a huge fan to Jojo's Bizarre Adventures due to the musical references. She is just as stubborn as Percy and has a big heart just like her mother. Whenever she see's anyone in need of help, she'd always lend a hand. She would recommend books or songs for Sam to read/listen to.

Samantha "Sam" Stacy:

She loves games and animes and has a huge love for history. She has a quirky personality but is hidden due to her shyness and social anxiety along with the caution her father gives her when talking to people (Mostly because she's a demigod and monsters can hide in the open). She tends to be herself when she's with the Jackson or her dad for they're the only ones who knew her best. She would also recommend animes and play videogames with Estelle every now and then for she likes having Estelle enjoy the same things she likes; as well as enjoying the things Estelle likes. In this series, she will gain confidence in herself and be more open to people.

Also, there will be Jojo references once a while but they're only minor and not really important to understand (Unless it's about Percy Jackson being an Alternate Universe Joseph Joestar). So if any Jojo fans understood the reference, awesome; if not, that's okay for I'm also giving musical references for you to try out too. My editor (Who I joked about in this chapter) has not seen the show but I tend to get him into it even though I know he never will for he keeps refusing to. We just like to have some fun here.

Finally, I still have not finish reading ToA for I'm still feeling the shock about Jason and how Jiper (#3 on my favorite ships in PJO-verse) relationship went along with Caleo (#1 ship tied with Percabeth). I will do my very best to finish the series before crucial scenes about any characters involved in ToA, Especially about Jason, Piper and Leo. These three are crucial for Estelle's development to become a hero herself. So for any fans (Or haters, I won't judge, everyone has their own opinion) of these three, please bear with me for now. Let's just say that one of them will suffer the LEAST. That is all.

#Marvel #Marvel Reference #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Spiderman #Spider Man #Estelle Blofis #OC #Percy Jackson #percyjacksonandtheolympians #percy jackon and the olympians #Heroes of Olympus #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #JoJo reference #Joseph Joestar

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partywithponies · 2 years

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If you call people you disagree with "freaks" or unironically use the phrases "pornsick" or "porn-addled" then I straight up do not trust you and will probably block you on sight.

#far too close to radfem and tradcath rhetoric for my tastes #lots of people I would otherwise agree with on stuff call people 'freaks' but that word is just. I do not trust that word #I've been called a freak just for my attitudes to gender and polyamory too many times to trust that word

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throwawaydracula · 2 years

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Some Thoughts on Mrs. Westenra

So, she's dead now. And let's be frank, from a purely functional literary standpoint, her main purpose was to serve as an obstacle for the protagonists to overcome. The fact that everybody-- including poor Lucy-- had to walk on eggshells lest they tax too much Mrs. Westenra's heart was a pretty handy setup to maintain a sense of drama and to oblige our heroes not to face problems head-on. Her removal of the garlic caused a reversal of fortune that imperiled Lucy once, and now twice. In some ways she’s just short of being a Diabolus ex Machina.

Lots of people hate her. This includes my own septuagenarian mum, who I called up specially in preparation for writing this post, because I wanted her opinion particularly given who Mrs. Westenra was. Mrs. Westenra could be taken as another stock character—The Stupid (or more gently but no less contemptuously) Silly Old Woman. It’s an archetype that shows up with odd regularity; it’s especially common in the Regency and Victorian and Edwardian stuff I’ve read, but she shows up today, too. Oftentimes she ends up being a repository for all those qualities that have been deemed ‘feminine weaknesses’, even in works that are otherwise female-friendly or actively feminist. Something I thought about mentioning in an earlier post, but cut because it seemed too much a digression, is that for some reason misogyny seems to become more palatable to a lot of people when it’s combined with ageism.

It would be easy to assume Stoker was in that camp, too. Make no mistake, the man was not what we would call a progressive today, nor even what we’d call a progressive in the 1890s—but he doesn’t seem to have been a diehard reactionary, either. Believe me, you’d be able to tell. Add to this the fact that the Whitman letter and his visit to a post-Exile Oscar Wilde confirm that his private opinions didn’t always match up with what he said publicly, either, and you end up with… well, a lot of possibilities for interpreting what Stoker might have meant at any given point. Of course, what an author “means” is not the be-all and end-all—no-one is perfectly awake to their own presuppositions and unconscious biases, no-one can be aware of all the possible implications of anything they communicate. But I am going to be working under the assumption that Stoker felt a little of Van Helsing’s sympathy for Mrs. Westenra, or that he could at least comprehend such sympathy as legitimate rather than simply the result of extreme softheartedness.

First, consider that Mrs. Westenra did not have any of the information we have, or that the other characters have. She knew her daughter is ill, but she had no idea how ill. Lucy is apparently very good at acting even when she feels absolutely terrible. As far as Mrs. Westenra knew, Lucy’s chronic illness was more of an inconvenience than anything. Yes, she knew a foreign expert was getting involved, but for all she knew that was just a personal favor—Jack being extra nice and considerate, and his mentor being very gracious. Nobody told her otherwise. She did realize Lucy was sick enough to warrant a doctor, but not that she had—before the flower episode—needed two freaking blood transfusions. So she was not on high alert, because everyone was afraid putting her on high alert would kill her.

Secondly: Mrs. Westenra was herself dying. She was given mere months to live. I can imagine that being, to put it lightly, somewhat distracting. Seward at least seems to agree with me on that point, because here’s his interpretation of Mrs. Westenra’s mental state:

She was alarmed, but not nearly so much as I expected to find her. Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors. Here, in a case where any shock may prove fatal, matters are so ordered that, from some cause or other, the things not personal—even the terrible change in her daughter to whom she is so attached—do not seem to reach her. It is something like the way Dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

Note, please, the lack of judgement here. This is important because the Victorians were very judgey people (about as judgey as we Tumblrians). Basically Mrs. Westenra was so caught up with the whole “you’re not going to live to see next year” thing that most of her thoughts were turning inward. And as Seward muses, that’s not only understandable, it’s kind of beneficial—she’s less susceptible to shock because of it. He directly compared the psychological state to a biological process, seeing it as natural and purposeful. Unfortunately, although it kept her alive longer than it might have, it also kept her from being as observant or reflective as she otherwise might have been.

Removing the garlic flowers from Lucy’s room could be seen as a sort of side effect of this. Mrs. Westenra wanted to be able to do something for Lucy before she died. She wasn't even sure she'd see her only child marry. She wanted to be part of her daughter’s life in a positive way while she could, but wasn't really in a frame of mind conducive to thinking beyond the immediate. Yes, she didn’t want to let Lucy sleep in her room, earlier, but as Lucy surmises that might have been because she didn’t want Lucy worrying about her. Or—even more tragically given current circumstances—she might have been afraid that when Lucy woke up, it would be to Mrs. Westenra’s corpse. Note that this last time, she still didn’t intend to stay the full night.

All that said: I do not think removing the garlic was excusable. Yes, I am aware of miasma theory and that Mrs. Westenra’s concerns about the smell were understandable in that light. However, by this point Mrs. Westenra was aware that two doctors, one of them a foreign expert, was seeing Lucy. It would have behooved Mrs. Westenra to at least wait to ask the doctor if the removing the plants was all right, even if she had not assumed that the doctor had placed them there. The very fact that someone had apparently gone to a lot of trouble putting all the garlic flowers there should have given her pause. It’s really not a good idea to remove something apparently deliberately constructed if you don’t know why it’s there. It was really quite officious of her to do that without asking, especially knowing both Seward and Van Helsing could be consulted.

At the same time, Van Helsing’s neglectfulness in telling Mrs. Westenra what the flowers were for is also not excusable. No, ‘not wanting to worry Mrs. Westenra because of her heart condition’ is not sufficient. Seward and Van Helsing still could have downplayed the seriousness of Lucy’s condition while explaining the garlic flowers did have medicinal value. Van Helsing himself is the only one at this point who understands what the garlic is really for; he has Seward’s trust, but Seward is his student. Seward has had a long time to develop implicit trust in Van Helsing, but Mrs. Westenra has not. It was really quite officious of him to assume he didn't need to give even a token explanation to Lucy’s own mother. He managed to explain things to her in the wake of the disaster just fine.

Note, please, I’m not looking for someone to pillory here. We don’t need to single someone out for fault, we don’t have to point out the guilty party and chant ‘shame, shame, shame’. People make mistakes with tragic results all the time, and I personally think a need to assign blame is counterproductive in many instances. Sometimes it's better to just try to fix things. Van Helsing certainly thought the same.

How much sympathy Stoker intended Mrs. Westenra to be read with is ambiguous to me. Having both Seward and Van Helsing interpret her sympathetically doesn’t necessarily mean Stoker did. That said, Victorian writers generally weren’t subtle when it came to pointing out who their audience ought to be seeing in a positive or negative light, and using characters as mouthpieces for that. Stoker might have been using Mrs. Westenra as a device to cause problems for the heroes, but I’m not sure he conceived of her as someone his audience should outright hate. She may well have been someone he pitied as much as anyone in the novel despite mostly using her to cause problems. But again, who knows, really. Plenty of books are written with an intent to ridicule, while the object of that ridicule comes across more sympathetically than the characters we’re supposed to root for.

I have come to the point where I feel more sorry for Mrs. Westenra than anything. She was a dying woman who loved her daughter and tried to help her, even if she didn’t make the best decisions. That said? Even I admitted I would have found it kind of cathartic if Van Helsing privately started cussing her out a bit. Never said it was rational or justified, just that it would be cathartic. My mum absolutely hates Mrs. Westenra because of what they have in common—she told me she hated her when she first read the book, and only dislikes her more now that she’s raised children to adulthood herself, and also taken care of her own mother in her old age. On that note, my sister also hates Mrs. Westenra. Haven’t talked to my dad about it but I reckon he’d probably hate her too.

And you know what? It's OK that they hate her. It’s also OK that some people aren’t even slightly upset with her, it’s OK that they feel unmixed sympathy for her and disagree with me about the decisions she made. It’s OK that people react differently to the same character. There is no ‘correct’ emotional response. If there’s anything I genuinely hate to see in some forms of literary criticism (or anywhere else) it’s the idea that there is one correct reaction to a complicated situation, especially in fiction. Dictating other peoples' feelings never ends well. It is a good thing that we have so many different perspectives on all this, and I'm glad to see people aren't afraid to disagree with each other.

#dracula daily #dracula daily meta #dracula spoilers #long post #cut for length

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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Hello, saw you asking for requests. What about jimmy comforting the reader when she feels like shes nothing but a freak. Like shes also a "freak".

Hello :) I feel like Jimmy would be one of the best people to comfort you when you feel like that because he gets it on a personal level y'know, like he understands exactly what you're going through (also I'm so sorry if this kinda sucks, my mental health has been pretty wonky as of late 🙇‍♂️)

You're Not A Freak, Doll (Jimmy Darling x reader)

Warnings: self depreciating thoughts, hurt/comfort, slight swearing

You'd always known you were a freak, but something about today just made it seem like a heavy burden to bare. You ate little to nothing at breakfast and were quiet throughout the day, not wanting to go through the exhausting act of having to carry on a conversation.

Jimmy could tell something was wrong right away, but he figured maybe you were just a little tired until he found out you skipped rehearsal. You'd never, in all the time you'd been there, skipped a rehearsal. He could recall one spring when you'd gotten the flu and tried to go up on stage anyway, insisting you were fine. It took both him and Amazon Eve to drag you back to bed.

He knocked on the door of your shared caravan, but when he didn't get a response he decided to enter it anyway. He slowly cracked open the door, not wanting to alarm you if you were inside.

"Doll? Are you in here?" He tentatively asked, shutting the door softly behind him as he looked around. He spotted you curled up in a ball on the bed with your back facing to him.

"Go away," you called out.

"Hey," he walked over to you and sat down next to you on the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you mumbled. "I'm fine."

"I heard about you missing rehearsal this afternoon," he commented. "In all the time I've known you you've never missed a rehearsal once, so obviously something must be wrong."

You stayed silent for a moment before responding. "I'm a freak," you muttered under your breath, your eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"What was that, doll? I didn't quite hear you."

"I said, I'm a freak!" You shouted as you sat up and glared at him, hot tears streaming down your face as your lip quivered in both sadness and rage. "Is that what you want to hear? That the reason why I didn't go to rehearsal, or talk to anyone today, or why I almost didn't get out of bed this morning is because I'm a freak? Because I am."

Jimmy sat there in shock, taken aback by your sudden outburst before pulling you into a bone crushing hug. "You're not a freak, doll. You're a person just like me, and you matter. I hate hearing you say stuff like that, 'cause it's simply not true."

You hugged him back, clinging onto him as you took in his words. "Do you really mean it?"

"Of course I do. Would I ever lie to you?" He asked as he gently rubbed your back.

"I guess not," you sniffed as a few more tears fell down your cheeks. "I hate having to feel like this, though. This hopeless feeling that nothing is ever going to get better and I'm always going to feel this miserable and alone."

"Hey, you're not alone. You have me, don't you?" He gave you a soft smile as you pulled away from him and you looped your hand into his.

"You're right, I do." You smiled back as he gave your hand a squeeze.

"Now what do you say about me treating you to some lunch? I know you must not have had a lot at breakfast."

"Are you sure that's such a good idea? I wouldn't want anybody to be mean to you while we're out, otherwise I'd have to kick their ass."

He let out a small laugh. "Thanks doll, but I can take care of myself. If anything, you're the one I'd be worried about somebody being mean to."

"Why me?" You crossed your arms and pouted at him, feigning dejection.

"Because you're sensitive, that's why. I'm not saying that's necessary a bad thing, but it's easy for people to take advantage of you that way. Plus, you're so damn cute I'd hate to see you get hurt."

"Fair enough," you agreed as you uncrossed your arms. "Now where are we going to go eat? I'm starving."

"I think I know a place. C'mon, let's go."

"I hope you're paying," you nudged him playfully as you followed him out of the caravan.

"I wouldn't have offered to take you out if I wasn't," he joked, taking your hand in his.

Even though the day had started out with storm clouds, you were glad Jimmy was there to help bring out the sun.

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Harley’s Plea for Help: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

“How long do you think it’s gonna take before she decides to sneak out?” Nightwing asked over his comms, lazily leaning against the balcony railing in front of him with his head resting on one hand.

“Dude, I started sneaking out almost twenty minutes ago,” a girl’s voice made Nightwing squeak and turn around, to reveal a teenage girl leaning against the door that led to the balcony he was on. “I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by doing unnecessarily showy gymnastics down from my hotel room’s balcony, no matter how much fun that would be, so I just snuck out one of the hotel’s back exits. Then I looked up to admire the moon and saw you here, staking out what is clearly my suite, and decided to come pay you a visit.”

“How long have you been there? And how did you even get behind me? I hope you didn’t break and enter, that’s an actual lived-in apartment behind us right now,” Nightwing asked, turning around to analyze the daughter of Harley Quinn for the first time in person.

She looked just like in her pictures, of course. Jet black hair like her father’s, except it seemed to have a bluish shine in the light. And her eyes were definitely Harley’s— thank goodness for that —vibrant blue and clearly analyzing him with the same amount of intensity as his did her. He had to bite back a chuckle. In a turn of complete irony, she really did look like a Wayne kid. Fit all of Bruce’s usual criteria to be adopted. But she was tiny, even smaller than Harley’s lithe form. He, Bruce, and Tim were of the hypothesis that the exposure both her parents had to Ace Chemical’s vats of acid likely had an effect on her DNA that stunted her growth. Perhaps there were other effects that they wouldn’t be able to figure out until they got to know her better, too, though it was clear that her skin was a likely one. It wasn’t unnaturally pale like her parent’s after their acid dips but it was paler than normal for sure, just a shade or two shy of being paper white.

And he could see, now, what Harley meant when she referred to Marinette as a powerhouse. It wasn’t very noticeable in pictures, but up close Dick could see the carefully honed muscle of an acrobat curling over her otherwise slim build. Combined with the knowledge that Marinette had been taught at least some serious self defense from a young age, he could see how such a tiny package could be a remarkable threat when necessary.

Marinette grimaced as the other Batfam, who were all nearby staking out her room from different angles, dropped onto the large balcony with them.

“Uh, well. I didn’t break and enter, I rather not get off to a criminal-ly start on my first night in Gotham, you know? But I realized that even though I was able to figure out the exact room you were staking me out from, I realized as soon as I got into the first floor of the building that I had no idea how to actually get to you. So I just climbed the stairs all the way to the roof and scaled my way down to this balcony, and pretended I’ve been here for a while when really I was barely able to hear you ask when I was gonna sneak out. I’m still out of breath, actually,” she put a hand on her chest and sure enough her breathing was still slightly fast. But not enough to be worrying or even all that noticeable. Yet another piece of evidence to show that she was a very active individual and had resistance built up to physical activity.

“Yup,” Robin groused grumpily, crossing his arms. “With all that rambling, you couldn’t be anyone else’s child but Quinzel’s.”

Marinette’s face immediately flushed pink all the way to her ears. “I’m sorry! I’ve been trying so hard to quit that habit, too!” She grumbled a bit to herself, putting her face in her hands. They all chuckled at the display. Red Hood ambled over, draping his arm over her shoulders (he nearly had to bend in half to do it, the height difference was that bad).

“As adorable as your freak out is, why’d you even come up here anyway? There’s no way you’d scale down a ten-story building just to say hello.”

She let out a heavy sigh at that, slowly peeling her face out of her hands. “Yeah, I recognized you guys right away. And honestly, as much as Momma Harley would be super proud of me for managing to give an entire group of vigilantes the slip, she’d also ground me for life if she found out that I saw you guys and still snuck away even though she probably swallowed her pride and asked you guys to babysit me, right? Self preservation. Contrary to popular belief, I do actually have some.”

“Wait,” Red Robin held up a hand, brows clearly furrowed under his cowl. “You expected her to ask for our help?”

“Well,” she made a so-so motion with her hand. “I didn’t think of it beforehand, but it all clicked once I saw Nightwing. I know how much my mom is worried about me, especially since you-know-who broke out a few days ago. She is more than worried enough to ask you guys for help. Even if she does complain about you guys, a lot actually, she also has made it clear that she trusts you guys with the stuff that actually matters.

“‘You know who’?” Batman repeated, arms crossed. If Marinette squinted, she thought there might have been a grin on his lips. “Is that how you always refer to him?”

“What else am I gonna call him?” she asked, face going deadpan. “Sperm donor? Source of a large amount of my self doubt and depreciation? The prime reason I haven’t been able to see my mom in person more often over the years? Oh, I know! How about I just always refer to him as ‘that bastard I wanna punch,’? That sounds good!” she rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Only one person in this world has the right to be considered my father in any capacity, and it sure as hell isn’t him. Genetics notwithstanding.”

Red Hood straight up guffawed at that, landing several rough pats on her back that made the girl stumble a bit. “Yep, I like this one! But as fun as it would be to see you give that jackass a mean left hook, it’s better if he never finds out who you are or knows that you’re here,” the vigilante’s voice got dark and serious very quickly. “He doesn’t forget people he finds interesting easily, and if he ever finds out about the connection you have to him, he’ll be a constant threat in your life.”

“I know,” Marinette agreed with a nod. “And if this conversation was happening two years ago, I’d say that my mom’s concerns aren’t unfounded. That I am too easily emotionally compromised and despite my deep seated issues and hatred for that man, I couldn’t guarantee he would be unable to get to me.”

Batman straightened up, as did all of his sons around him. None of them had missed the ‘if’ there. Batman’s voice went from charmingly deep to it’s usual gruff grumble. “What changed in two years?”

They all watched as Marinette gulped, taking a deep breath as she stalled for time, looking out at the view on the balcony before seeming to steel herself and return her gaze to Batman’s. When she did, it was suddenly full of iron will.

“I didn’t lie when I told Mom that I came to visit her— but that isn’t the whole truth, either. If I just wanted to visit her in Gotham, I would have waited until I was eighteen like we agreed. But I can’t wait, Paris can’t keep going on like this. I entered that contest because it was the fastest way to see you. I didn’t know if I would win, but… I had to take the chance. There was no way I’d be able to get to Gotham behind my mom’s back otherwise.”

“What are you talking about?” Robin hissed, stepping up to his father’s side. “Paris has been silent. If anything were happening, we would have heard about it by now.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Marinette corrected, never losing that ironclad look in her eyes. “Because a combination of magic and politics is keeping it quiet. No news about Paris’ situation is able to leave the city limits. Magic makes any non-native who leaves Paris think that everything they experienced was just a crazy dream. Natives won’t forget, but politics has all of us under very strict NDAs if we leave city boundaries, and all of our local news and social media is blocked from being accessed by anyone outside the city. But, I figured a little breaking of the rules wouldn’t exactly put a stain on my family’s reputation or anything, so,” she dug in her pocket and pulled out a thumb drive, holding it up for all of them to see. She swallowed again, but never stopped her eye contact with Batman. She held out the thumb drive.

“I came to Gotham to ask for your help. This sped things up, I didn’t expect to see you on my first night here, but two years in Hawkmoth’s Paris has really taught me how to roll with the punches. This,” she shook the thumb drive. “Holds videos of every fight since HawkMoth first showed up. It has all the information I’ve gathered over two years, tracks his movements and lists all his targets and— everything. But I’m not a detective, I’m a designer. I make clothes, I spar on the weekends, I am not good at getting evidence to prove that someone is a magic-abusing villain holding an entire city hostage.”

“We’re gonna need some details, Little Q,” Red Hood finally removes his arm from around her shoulders, instead crossing his arms and looking down at her sternly. “If your city has a villain holding it hostage, is anyone fighting him? And if you do have someone fighting him, why don’t you need our help, or why didn’t they call the Justice League? The JLE should be in Paris, right?”

Marinette snorted, face scrunching up in obvious distaste. “I’ll have to answer those a little out of order. First; the JLE was kicked out of Paris. They moved their headquarters to Italy about five years ago, I’m just surprised they apparently kept that secret from you,” she gestured to all of them, who indeed seemed very caught off guard by that tidbit. But Marinette just sighed and continued. “Though that’s a good thing, actually. We do have heroes, it started out as just a pair but it’s grown into a small team out of necessity. They didn’t call the Justice League because the last thing we need is any powered heroes coming in and making it worse— your league doesn’t have the best reputation for letting newer heroes take the lead even on their home turf, you know,” she pointed out, which made Batman shift a bit guiltily. He knew the JL was often a bit… heavy handed in their methods.

“What makes the situation so bad that you don’t want to bring experienced heroes into it?” Red Robin cut in, sounding as if the whole situation was a puzzle he was determined to sort out. Which, really, was exactly what Marinette had been counting on. She shot him a finger gun, grinning.

“That’s exactly the point! Hawkmoth uses a magical artifact, like I said— but this artifact can brainwash anybody who experiences even the slightest negative emotion. Sadness, anger, fear— anything negative. And it gives them powers, but puts them largely under his influence,” her expression twisted again, this time into a wry little grimace. “I guess you can say that my momma’s psychiatry background has secretly come in handy a lot over these past two years. And Hawkmoth is exactly why I try to tell Momma Harley to stop visiting me— I have worked my butt off to keep her from finding out about his attacks or getting Akumatized. Every time she shows up it gives me a heart attack!”

“Akumatized?”

Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “It’s the term used for when someone is turned into a super powered villain because of HawkMoth. The brainwashing— really it’s more similar to a straight up corruption. The person usually lacks their usual moral compass, and just seeks to soothe whatever set off their negative emotion in the first place. Usually, that means they seek a bloody revenge. And if someone who already has extensive training or extremely strong powers gets Akumatized, guess what?” She made jazz hands even though her face was deadpan. “Extra powers, or amplified ones, for the metas or superheroes who are Akumatized. And imagine what someone with, say, Batman’s level of experience could do if he had powers and no moral compass,” the silence that followed her words was deafening. She just nodded, knowing she had gotten her point across. “I’ve been working my butt off to stay positive, because if I’m Akumatized…” her shoulders fell, and she had to swallow a lump in her throat. “... I have no idea what I’d turn into, but if you take into consideration both my training and my family history… it’s really best if we never find out what kind of magic-powered supervillain I’d make.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Nightwing said after another long moment of silence for that to all sink in. He gestured at her with an open palm. “You’ve been dealing with a terrorist for two years who targets emotional vulnerability, you apparently have never been corrupted by this magic at least to present day, but your mother still worries about you being very emotionally fragile. And your heroes are not detectives, which is clearly what you need or you wouldn’t have asked us for our help.”

Marinette nodded. “I used to be very impressionable. At the start of all this, I was a huge people-pleaser. I got attached to new people in a matter of minutes. My mom always said I reminded her too much of herself— but two years of fighting off a guy trying to get into my head—“

“Wait,” Batman nearly barked, taking a step forward. “He’s been targeting you? You specifically?”

Marinette nodded grimly, mouth a straight line. “Not from the beginning, but this past year it’s been painfully obvious. He might be able to sense the strength of people’s emotions, and unfortunately I don’t exactly experience my emotions very… gently. All of my emotions tend to the much more intense side of the spectrum. If that’s true, then he might know that any negative emotion I feel will make an extremely strong Akuma. Either that, or he’s going by process of elimination. All of my friends, except for one, have been Akumatized already. So has my Papan and my grandmother. But it’s obvious when he’s targeting someone, I’ve felt him try to override my will on several occasions. But I can’t just repress all of my negative emotions forever, so consider us working against the clock right now. That thumb drive has all the details you need about our heroes, how exactly Hawkmoth’s powers work, and so on.”

“Do your heroes know you’re asking for our help?” Red Robin asked, gaze burning a figurative hole through Marinette’s face. “Better yet, if this drive has as much information as you say it does, how did you get it?”

Marinette handed the drive over to Batman, who finally took it and tucked it in his belt as she answered.

“Momma Harley might have a lot to say about your detective skills, but you are all still strangers to me. So consider this a test of your abilities— I expect that you will all go to extreme lengths to verify all of the information I gave you anyway. After all, I’m still the daughter of your most hated enemy. Right?” She met each of their gazes, one by one, with a challenging one of her own. “You’ll just have to figure out my connection to the heroes on your own. And how I got the information, too. It shouldn’t be too hard for the so-called world’s greatest detectives. And maybe this can double as a trust exercise. I fully expect you guys to scour through every inch of my past, and dig up everything you can on me. I encourage you to try to find everything you can, so that hopefully you can decide to trust me on your own once you have all the details laid out in front of you. By the way, for your own sanity? I’d start with reading about all of our heroes’ powers and abilities before you watch any footage of past attacks.”

Red hood rocked back on his heels, trading glances with the other vigilantes before they all shared a nod. Apparently having decided their course of action, Red Hood leaned down and hoisted Marinette up into a princess carry. All traces of her previous iron will melted away in favor of the high pitched squeal of surprise she gave, and once more she became an overly flustered teenager.

“Alright, little cutie. Let’s get you to your mom’s place before she and her crazy plant lady fiancé come hunting us down.”

“I can walk! I can freerun on my own! Mon dieu please let me down! Eeeeek!” She squealed again as Robin slapped a domino mask over her eyes and Red Hood wasted no time jumping over the balcony railing with her still in his arms. The fact that they were lowered down by a wire wrapped around Hood’s waist didn’t seem to take away any of the fright that came with a sudden drop over an eighth-story balcony.

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misstyless · 3 years

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as someone who shipped sambucky since civil war, I feel like I have to recommend the best pre-tfatws sambucky fics I've read on ao3

double back by flowermasters

Sam gets stuck in a time loop. In 1943.

Things could be worse, but they could certainly be better.

quick time by flowermasters

He’s never bought Sam a drink in any of the other loops—all ten of them, now. Maybe he should’ve tried that earlier.

Companion to double back.

Thanks by TheHedgehogSong

He opens the door to find Sam standing on the other side. "Me and the others are going to watch some movies in the living area if you're interested." Sam says by way of greeting.

"Steve ask you to keep an eye on me?"

"Yep." Sam replies simply. "So if you could come and sit with us it would make my job a lot easier."

"You're so charming." Bucky deadpans and Sam smiles at him.

"Hey when I'm putting on the charm you'll know." Sam says and jerks his head in the direction of the living area. "Come on, otherwise Clint will start the movie without us and if I miss the start I'm going to be pissed." With that Sam walks away. Bucky watches him for a moment before trailing after him – he guesses there's worst ways to spend the day.

Marriage Counseling for the Inept and Oblivious by ToriCeratops

Or: How Steve Rogers likes to play matchmaker for his infuriating best friends.

my love language is annoying the shit out of you by desastrista

There's a lot of nuances of human romance that Vision doesn't understand, but he thinks he can see what is developing between Sam and Bucky. Even if no one else does.

semi-cataclysmic events by wilsonsnest

It took time travel for Steve to figure his shit out, so Bucky doesn’t think he’s doing too bad.

feat. Old!Steve, Cap!Sam and Pining!Bucky

Flesh And Bones by asgardianthot

in a world where people bond with their soulmates through physical pain, living in the same compound makes the search much easier (or it should, if they weren't so damn stubborn)

When I'm With You (i'm who i want to be) by theappleppielifestyle

Threat, his mind says, but Sam Wilson makes him feel the opposite a threat makes him feel, like he's safer than he has been in seventy years.

Honey, Til I Die You'll Have Me Too by Ithinkwehaveanemergency

Five of Bucky's Friday nights in the months following the battle of Upstate New York.

“You stayed for me?” Sam's voice is a whisper. His eyes are more open and vulnerable than Bucky has ever seen.

“Eh.” Bucky smirks, trying to escape the heaviness of the conversation. “Mostly didn't wanna go back to an era where I wasn't an honorary citizen of Wakanda. God, I love that place .”

three words that became hard to say by suzukiblu

“I wanna step out with Wilson,” Bucky says, audibly traumatized. Steve blinks again, and lowers the shield.

“Uh,” he says. “Come again?”

I just couldn't say it out loud. by ashers_kiss

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Yes?” Bucky tries.

Are you both courting? by daredeviltrash

Gamora and Mantis asks bird boy and metal arm guy if they're dating. hilarity and sad stuff ensues.

farmhouse by Tazmaster

"You know, I think I'd want a farmhouse."

"A what?" Sam turns to look at him, slightly annoyed. This was the first thing Bucky has said in the past hour and a half they've been cramped in this god forsaken car. He had a knack for impulsively voicing his dumb thoughts at the worst times, but whenever you wanted to know what was actually going on in that head of his, he'd never say.

They were staking out the front gate of a large mansion, very much not a farmhouse. It was mind numbingly boring, being stuck in a beetle with absolutely nothing else to do than stare at the gaudy gates of some rich asshole.

"A farmhouse," Bucky repeats nonchalantly, "If we ever get out of this business, or you know, live long enough to retire maybe--- I want a farmhouse. With a lot of animals."

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Bucky keeps talking about a farmhouse and it drives Sam crazy, that is until he finally asks why.

These Walls are Shakin' with My Heartbeat by Ithinkwehaveanemergency

“Well now I need to know.” Sam rolls his eyes. “Please, enlighten me. Explain why an eighteen year old is so invested in our non-existent sexual relationship.”

“She’s almost twenty. You were at her nineteenth birthday party.” Bucky frowns at Sam, disappointed.

Sam tries to process Shuri's inappropriate suggestion that he should have sex with Bucky, and Bucky won't stop eating his fucking pizza.

6PM/8PM by captainafroelf

Sam gets a call from a world away.

If I'm the Last One Standing, I Would Want to Watch it Burn With You by Ithinkwehaveanemergency

Just before the final fight in Infinity War, Sam and Bucky have a moment.

My canon compliant explanation for why Sam and Bucky are so cozy and content with what happened in Endgame.

Just an illusion by Llixale

Bucky and Sam are back from the Soul stone, unaware that they shared more than the experience of being snapped.

The Simple Life by through_shadows_falling

One year since the Accords, and Steve asks Sam to check up on Bucky in Wakanda. Sam agrees, but the man he finds is the not the man he expected...though that's not exactly a bad thing.

Bucky is a peaceful goat farmer who enjoys the simple life, and who happens to be attractive as hell.

Sam is so freaking screwed.

Takes place between Civil War and Infinity War Part 1.

Alone, With You by cruxcantare

Sam's pretty sure they're dead. Bucky disagrees. But whatever this is, it isn't living.

warm blood (feels good, i can't control it anymore) by notcaycepollard

Sam's just chilling watching TV one evening when Bucky comes in and stares at him silently for a minute or two before sitting down on the couch. He's pretty close to Sam.

Okay, he's really close to Sam. Like, Sam would be using the word 'cuddling' if it wasn't so bizarre.

"What," he says, carefully not looking at Bucky, and Bucky huffs a sigh.

"Steve's not here," he says as if it's obvious. "Don't make it weird. Just- shut up."

Unexpected Houseguest by faeryn

When Sam comes across Bucky in the strangest of places, his first instincts are to run, and to call Steve. He does neither, and in doing so manages to form a strange bond with the Soviet assassin who once tried to kill him. Bucky is broken, a shell of his former self, and Sam wants nothing more than to help return him to himself. But can he maintain a respectable and responsible distance from the man, despite how Bucky draws him in, in order to help him? Or will he falter, and shatter all the progress he has made by giving in to his own desires?

The Multiverse of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier by OhHelloFandoms123

Sam and Bucky find themselves trapped in alternate realities of their lives due to Dr Strange, they have to find out how to get back to their reality.

“How come in every fucking universe we’re married?” Sam said, looking around the place, raising his arms in anger and confusion.

“I’m not sure, maybe it’s trying to tell us something.” Bucky replied, shuffling his feet, looking at the ground.

a couple more fics that I remembered later

#tfatws #sambucky #sambucky fanfiction

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Been seeing you getting hate mail and while I absolutely can't understand why anyone would go to all the trouble to make some one else feel bad... I also kinda really love the discourse on Scott? Like YOUR RANTS oh man. On point. Always. Tbh I tried giving Scott a chance... He is the main char after all... But I was like??? Wtf? That dude does nothing but refute others and does whatever he wants. And this was when I didn't particularly like Stiles either (first time watching Teen Wolf). But then I got to know more of him and like Tony he went asshole to lovable asshole—seriously, Stiles might not be the ‘nicest’ but he tries and his heart is in good place—while Scott is just... self-righteous. Someone pointed out that he sees people as possessions and that irks me too that I can actually see it being true. The dude has literally nothing going on except for being the one that gets bitten. And the Romeo-and-Juliet-esque romance he has.

Okay, okay, where was I going with this?? Right. LOVE YOUR RANTS. People need to understand that Scott not being liked isn't because of his race or anything trivial like it—he just happens to be—but because of his actions. Or inactions, as it were. *remembers the pool scene and Scott saying he's busy and resists the urge to chuck a shoe at him*

Basically, love you, love your work, and love your words! ❤️

I've talked with some friends about it, and our number one issue sort of...boiled down to the hypocrisy of the show? I....sort of rant a lot here, and I would add a Read More, but I can't find the option anymore?? I fucking hate Tumblr. EDIT: I found a post that told me how to do it!

So, since he's the character I focus on the most, let's talk about Stiles' morality. Because, you're right. Stiles is an asshole. He does some fucking awful shit in the first season, and even if he had a Reason to do it, it was still bad. And I still don't like it. But I understand it.

Stiles' lack of shits about what is 'lawful' is literally established in the first ten seconds of the show. He's a sheriff's son who sneaks onto people's roofs in the middle of the night bc they aren't answering his calls, who listens in on his dad's work conversations and is willing to fuck up a crime scene because he's so excited about getting to see a dead body. He doesn't care about laws. He doesn't even care about most basic manners (invasion of privacy much, with having Scott sniff Lydia to see if she liked him?). He's a dickhead, even to the people he cares about sometimes. But personality and morality aren't the same. Stiles' entire actual morality system is based around whatever he needs to do to keep the people he loves safe and happy. Lying to his dad so he doesn't get murdered by hunters? Totally fine. Telling Scott that it was "Jackson's own fault" that Scott attacked him with superstrength and dislocated his shoulder, so Scott doesn't feel like an asshole? That's just best friend duties! He will lie, steal, cheat, and he will kill to keep his loved ones safe (let's not forget this boy threw molotovs at Peter, knowing damn well what they would do to him). We can headcanon all we want about all the different people who are in this group of loved ones, but the list is canonically very short: Scott, his dad, and Lydia. Later on, like, past s3B? It includes Derek. Canonically. Stiles puts his life and the lives of others he cares about on the line while he lies to the matriarch of the Calavera hunter clan, to save Derek Hale. Derek is just canonically a part of that group now, and he fucking knows it bc Stiles is his anchor (that's canon too bb). End of Story, Sterek or no Sterek. It's why we get that insane number of lookbacks when Derek is dying before his evolution. Because Stiles is being forced to choose between two people who are BOTH in his ride-or-die group. He Cannot Pick between Scott and Derek, until Derek begs him to leave.

SO, yes, Stiles does fuckface things, and I don't always agree with what he does, but it is ACCURATE TO HIS CHARACTER. He is morally grey. He NEVER CLAIMS to be pure or good or just or righteous. Stiles knows who he is, and he stays true to himself. And I love him for that.

The same goes for a bunch of other characters! For Peter, who is strikingly similar to Stiles, in that family goes above literally everything. Screw the idea that he was following Derek around waiting for the chance to steal back the Alpha spark. That man put his life on the line (his second life, no less) to get the shit beaten out of him until Derek let him help save Derek's life Again and Again. Family Comes First.

Scott's morality is...confusing as fuck. I thought at first he was similar to Stiles, in that family came first, but...while he's protective of his mother, he also does a lot of stuff that puts her at risk without seeming to care/worry (like leaving Peter alone with her once Stiles hits their car, so he can chase Jackson) (or asking her to come to the high school when he's convinced there's a bomber in it)? Seriously, he's more protective over Allison, than his mother. It's very black and white the rest of the time. Very "this bad" "this good." And if you do "bad" then you are bad forever, while if you do "good" you are only good until you do "bad." The Betas were "good" until they asked for the bite, and then they were "Bad." Derek was "bad" when Scott met him and scared him, so after that, no matter how much "good" he did, he remained "bad." But only when it suits him. Allison is good even when she does bad, because he wants her to be good. Chris is good even though he's done mountains of bad, because of the minuscule amount of good that Scott has seen him do, because Scott wants him to be good. Even DEUCALION is good, despite the crazy CRAZY amount of bad he's done and despite having seen him do NO GOOD, just because Scott wants him to be good. Lying to those closest to you is bad, unless Scott is doing it, and then it's good, because he knows HE is good. Killing people is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Letting villains go is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Biting people is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Protecting family is good even if it requires killing or lying, unless it's not Scott doing it. Revenge for past slights is good, unless it's not SCOTT doing it. And you try to understand it! You try to say, okay, then he's morally grey, got it. He plays with the rules to suit his own morality, whatever. Except that Scott, the other characters, and THE SHOW ITSELF, are all telling you otherwise! They all say that Scott is morally pure. That he is good and righteous and lawful. That he always does the "right" thing, and that when he does "bad" things, it's justified and he had to. THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES say Scott is somehow better or more righteous than the other characters by MAKING HIM AN ALPHA OUT OF NOWHERE. (I'm talking abt canon here, not going into deaton conspiracy theories) It's like....Like in the hate mail response I did, where I pointed out that Every Single Thing people get angry at Derek for doing, Scott did too. Lying, killing (or at least attempting it), attacking innocents, losing his temper, keeping secrets, refusing to work with someone who could help, etc etc etc. Everything Derek has done that is morally "wrong," Scott has also done. And that's okay! Doing a bad thing doesn't make you a bad person, and even if it did, Scott is ALLOWED to be bad! GO FOR IT.

Except that he is sinless. It isn't that he learns from the bad things he does, it's that they aren't treated like bad things in the first place. Because Scott did it, and Scott always does the right thing.

Derek's behavior is reprehensible at times, but the show ADMITS that and frames it as bad. Frames it as him doing a bad thing when he scares Isaac or throws Peter or tells Erica who to date. And that's fine, because Derek is established as not being morally pure.

But SCOTT IS. And because they were so desperate to make him continue being "Pure" they didn't frame the things he did as wrong, or if they did, they absolved him of it immediately, using the exact same reasoning that works for Derek's situations, but this time Actually Accepting it.

He scares Stiles, well it's because he's scared. He throws Isaac, it's because he's upset. He attacks Jackson well it's because Jackson was being a dick. He orders Allison to date Matt, well he had a goal to accomplish. Every reason is treated like a fucking doctor's note that erases the bad things he does.

Being scared, or angry, or retaliating to someone being an asshole, or trying to protect himself, was NEVER a good enough reason for Derek to do ANYTHING "Bad." It was never an acceptable excuse.

IF IT WERE: If the show were making a statement about how fallable people are, how they do bad things, but they do them for a REASON. How people will do wild and terrible things out of fear, and how that doesn't make it less bad, but it makes it understandable, so don't demonize them out of nowhere. If that were the case, I would HAVE BEEN FINE WITH IT.

Scott is held to COMPLETELY different standards than everyone else in the show! And I DON'T mean that people held him to higher ones. They dropped that bar so fucking low. Anything was allowed, and any excuse was good enough.

He made out with a girl who was dating someone else, who his best friend was in love with? It's just the full moon, he's angsty about losing Allison. He ducttapes Liam to a bathtub and starts throwing random phrases at him that he hated Derek for saying to him? He's freaked out! He doesn't know what to do with a bitten wolf! It was an accident! He works with a mass murderer behind people's backs without telling them the whole story? Am I talking about Gerard or Deucalion? Who fucking knows. Either way, it's okay, because he was protecting his family. He plots to murder a cancer patient slowly and painfully by replacing meds that likely included painkillers with mountain ash, and the uses someone else's body to deliver the killing blow, and it's okay because he was just being smart! He was just working ten steps ahead! He was saving his mom and the whole town! Who cares if it DIDN"T WORK?

He walks into his ex-girlfriend's hotel room and scares the SHIT out of her while she's naked and alone in the shower? It was the wolfsbane. It doesn't matter that no one else's impulses included HARASSING someone. He lies to his girlfriend's face about her own life because he doesn't think it's important enough for her to know (who am I talking about, come on, take a guess, which one is it? Allison or Kira? Trick question: it's both). He was just being kind! He didn't want to worry her! He didn't want to make her feel bad! She didn't need to know!

I'm so far off track it's not even funny. My point was that Everything the other characters in the show are demonized for or framed as evil or bad or wrong for doing, Scott is shown to do and it's treated like at minimum a comedy, if not a Perfect Brilliant Strategic Move.

God, fucking hell. I mean, the PARALLELS you see in this show, between Scott and others. The scene of Alexander Argent going to the hotel after being bit? That bit where he pulls his shirt up in the mirror? It's a near PERFECT replica of Scott looking at his bite at Deaton's. They paralleled SCOTT MCCALL with AN ARGENT. Deaton has this whole line in S2 where he's bitching at Derek about "the person you should trust the most doesn't trust you at all" And then seasons later, we have Scott look his best friend in the eye and refuse to trust him, only to get upset later because Stiles doesn't want to work with him anymore and he "lost them." Scott goes running into Derek's house in S1 to accuse him of killing the bus driver, and when he can't get a real response, he EGGS HIM ON by accusing him of Murdering his SISTER, just to get Derek to react. Which is the EXACT same thing Kate did when she showed up and wanted Derek to lose his temper. Scott is CONSTANTLY paralleled with villains and assholes, and constantly does the things that others are persecuted for. But instead of feeling regret or learning something from it, instead of growing AT ALL. Those actions are treated as good. We are told they are righteous. And clever. That they are what heroes do. AND YES: There are parallels between Derek and Stiles' behaviors and villains/morally grey characters! Of course there are!

BUT THEY AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THE TRUE ALPHA MAIN CHARACTER. SCOTT IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD GUY. HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO MIMIC/EMULATE THE VILLAINS, AND HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE REWARDED WHEN HE DOES IT ANYWAY.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I understand the urge to think that the Teen Wolf writers did all of this on purpose. That they built Scott up as an unreliable narrator, so that we're forced to come to terms with a protagonist who isn't good, and we watch them fall into a villainous role while thinking all the while they are a hero. That all these parallels are intentional and the writers just couldn't Tell us what was going on bc they didn't have enough power.

And sometimes I play into it. I will lie to myself about Scott being the 'narrator' of the entire show, and that we're seeing it all through his eyes so of course things are biased and conflicting, just so I can actually Enjoy watching it.

But I think it's absolute bullshit that this was done on purpose. It wasn't. The parallels appeared because they Wanted Scott to do the badass things that they had all the villains doing, throwing people and being sneaky and clever, and stopping the bad guy, and they didn't want to deal with the fact that they were having him do bad things. So they just pretended he wasn't and refused to acknowledge that they'd already punished other people for doing the same exact shit, but somehow Scott was getting rewarded. They wanted Scott to be the hero, so they made him the hero, and screw everybody else.

#personal #anti-Scott McCall #go for it #love mail #meta ramblings #rant #long post #WHERE IS THE READ MORE BUTTON HALP

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