#redemtion fic

[nerdpoe]

Vlad meets Lex. He realizes some things.

Vlad meets Lex Luthor at a gala, and Lex is schmoozing hard.

Lex has heard about Vlad's weirdass business deals, knows something isn't right, and he want whatever untraceable power Vlad's got at his disposal.

Lex has done his research, and knows that Vlad got the equipment for cloning, but that no child was ever announced. So Lex starts bragging, going on and on about Kon and talking about the kid like he's a Thing.

And Vlad, listening to this, has some unfortunate realizations about how he was treating Ellie.

So Vlad excuses himself and does some digging of his own, and holy shit do the dead have a lot to gossip about regarding how Superman used to treat the boy, and Vlad...doesn't want to be compared to either of those buffoons.

He's better than both of them combined.

And he's gonna prove it.

He's gonna be the daddest dad that ever dadded.

He'll be way better than Jack, and if he's a better father than Jack then Daniel and Jasmine and Maddie will follow! He just has to learn how to be a good parent.

Easy.

He proceeds to buy every parenting book he can find, and signs himself up for parenting classes.

Ellie, minding her own business, feels a shiver go down her back.

[nottapossum]

Itty Bitty Sinners Chapter 1.1: The Test!

Summary: Classification tests aren't typically taken by sinners, they're usually taken by the hellborn. But still Charlie decides it might benefit the hotel if everyone took the test so they can better understand them.....Chaos ensues

Notes: Hazbin hotel be like: You’ve been waiting for years and now you have this super dark yet meaningful story about mythology, the complexity of human nature as well as other worldy beings, redemtion, abuse, abusive relationships, substance use, toxicity, redemtion, corrupt systems and overall the fight between good and evil and how it's more complex than we're lead to belive.

Me be like: Aw! Babies! 😍

⚠️ READ ME! ⚠️This work is an Age regression/Classification fic. So there will be things such as Diapers and their usage, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.But there will also be cursing and talking about sex, abuse, drugs, alcohol and lots of adult things when characters are out of headspace, and it also mentions some trauma. (Any future trigger warnings will be added to chapter notes if needed. Be careful.)

❤️Age regression is not sexual, it’s a safe coping mechanism.If this ain't your thing. Just don't read it.💜

“Okay everyone! Today I have a bit of an experiment for you all.” Charlie announces. “You are all going to be taking the infamous Classification test!” 

“The what now?” Angel asks.

“This test will determine what kind of person you are! And it will help us better understand your needs to better help you. The types in question are: Littles, Caregivers, Babysitters, Pet regressors, Handlers, Guardians, and neutrals.” She explains. “Hellborns take this test when they turn fifteen to find out their best possible place in our society to live their best lives!” 

“Wait, so all hellborns take this test?” Angel asks.

“Yeah, is that new information for you?” Vaggie asks. “It's pretty common knowledge.”

“I have never heard of that!” Angel says.

“You know, you should go outside every now and then, maybe you'll learn something.” Vaggie says.

“Do you have any idea what happens when I go outside?” Angel asks her. “Not a lot of learning happening.” 

“Don't worry, I have all the definitions riiight here. I'll read them out for you.” Charlie says. She clears her throat and reads through the classifications: “First we have: Littles or regressors, these people will often regress to a younger state of mind to help them cope with day to day life. They're usually traumatized individuals who either had to grow up too fast or those who had a bad childhood, regressing allows them to heal their inner child. They also need to be properly taken care of by Caregivers.” 

Angel raises an eyebrow, but Charlie continues: 

“Caregivers are the ones assigned to take care of littles, these people usually have natural instincts

Much little Littles, Caregivers are thought to have a traumatic past but they cope by helping others.” Charlie explains. 

“Guardians or ‘protectors’ I think is pretty self explanatory. These people are very strong, fearless leaders who are very protective of their loved ones.” She reads, smiling at Vaggie at that part.  

“Pets or pet regressors are a lot like Littles, except instead of regressing to a child's mindset, they regress to an animal mindset.” 

“And Handlers are a lot like Caregivers except for pets. Usually Caregivers and Handlers go hand in hand, so it's rare for someone to get this classification.” Charlie explains.

“And what's the purpose of these tests? Like what happens to you afterwards?” Angel asks.

“Well, anyone who gets at least fifty percent little on the test will be assigned a caregiver, either a parent could adopt them, or a partner,” Charlie holds Vaggie's hand. “Or they'll be taken to an adoption center to meet their adoptive caregiver or assigned caregiver. A caregiver assigned by the people who run the program. Usually this is a last resort though.”

“Caregivers are very similar, having to have a little, and if they don't have one, they'll be assigned one.” Vaggie adds. “They usually can't get away without having one. Unless they're royal or have kids that is.” 

Angel's mouth hangs open. “...And this is just something you do? You assign people to other people and force them to live their life based solely on a random test they took when they were fifteen?!” Angel asks.

“Yup, pretty much.” Vaggie says. 

“And you're all just fine with this?!” Angel asks.

“It's a flawed system, I will admit. But it has helped a lot of people too.” Charlie says. 

“In what way?” Angel asks. 

“Well, Littles have someone to take care of them, and Caregivers have someone to take care of.” Charlie explains.

“That's stupid.” Angel says. “I am not taking that test.” 

“Oh, come on, Angel. We just want to help you.” Charlie says. “Everyone is going to be taking to, so you won't be alone.” 

“Who says I'm taking that test?” Husk asks as Vaggie tries to hand him one. 

“Everyone is taking it.” Charlie says again. “It'll be fun!”

“Wait a minute, if all the hellborn take this test, does that mean…you've taken the test?” Angel asks Charlie.

“Oh yeah, of course!” Charlie says.

“If you're going to be knowing our results, isn't it only fair that we know yours?” He asks.

“Okay. Well, I'm a classified caregiver and little.” She says, moving some hair back awkwardly when mentioning the little part. 

“You can be both?” Angel asks.

“Yup, 50/50. She says.

“Well, just because you're okay with it, doesn't mean I am.” Angel says. 

“What's wrong, Angel? Scared?” Husk asks.

“No.” Angel says. “I just-” Angel didn't know how to say it. “Fuck you!”

“Come on, Angel. Get on board.” Charlie encourages, handing him the test. 

Angel takes it and looks through it skeptically. 

Suddenly Charlie gets a phone call. She checks her phone but her eyes widen. “Oh.” She looks at everyone and presses the phone close to her chest. “Uhh… I'll be right back, you guys just answer these questions as honestly as you can.” Charlie instructs before walking out.

Vaggie looks at Charlie with concern and wordlessly follows her into the other room. 

~~~Charlie and Vaggie:~~~

Charlie got off the phone quickly, the phone conversation only lasted a few minutes, and even then she exclusively answered with small answers:  ‘mhm’ ‘sure’ ‘uh..okay.’ and finally ‘Yeah, bye.’

“Everything okay, Charlie?” Vaggie asks. 

“Everything is super!” She says, smiling brightly and adding extra enthusiasm to her voice to make sure Vaggie wasn't suspicious. 

“Oh good. So, who was on the phone?” Vaggie asks.

“Just- my dad. Don't worry about it. It's nothing.” Charlie says. 

Charlie was about to leave, but Vaggie grabbed her hand. “Hey, you know you can tell me anything….right?” 

“Of course I know that, silly.” Charlie laughs. “Everything is fine, I promise.” She says. 

“Okay…I trust you.” Vaggie shrugs, keeping a smile on her face. 

What else could she do? If something is wrong but Charlie doesn't want to talk about it, it would be wrong to pressure her. 

Charlie grabs Vaggie’s hand and smiles kindly. “Let's go back to the others. Also, you need to take the test too. I wanna see your results.” 

Vaggie rolls her eyes. “As if you don’t know what I am already? You're the one taking care of me all the time.”

“I'm just curious.” Charlie says. “And of course I will always take care of you, we take care of each other. It's kind of our job.” She chuckles. 

Vaggie smirks. “Well, yeah. But, you're not as young as I am.” She says. 

“Or as absolutely adorable!” Charlie baby talks.

“No way, you're way cuter, little or not.” 

“You keep thinking that.” Charlie says, booping her beloved girlfriend's nose. “But we both know you're the cutest little ever.” ~

~~~Husk~~~

“Come on, Angel. Get on board.” Angel mocks once Charlie left the room.

“That bitch is hiding something.” Husk says. “I can tell.” 

“Who cares? I have work to do.” Angel says, getting up and leaving the test behind. 

“It's the weekend.” Husk says. 

“Yeah, but Val has a party tonight and he wants me to help…entertain the guests. If you know what I mean.” He smirks. 

Husk rolls his eyes as Angel smiles at himself. He always looks so proud to get under his skin or make him feel uncomfortable. 

“You sure you don't want to take this with you?” Husk asks. “The princess won't be too happy when she finds out you're walking out on yet another activity.” Husk smirks in an attempt to tease him back. “...You might get in trouble.”

Angel gasps. “Oh please, I'm so scared.” He says sarcastically. “She won't do anything. The worst thing she could do is tell me she's very disappointed in me or some shit.” He scoffs, continuing to walk away. 

“Angel?” Husk asks him.

“What?” Angel asks. 

“Just…be careful. Okay?” He asks.

Angel frowns for a moment, then smiles. “Yeah…I will. Thanks.”

Alastor looks over at the cat, and smiles at Husk wordlessly. 

“Mind your own fucking business!” Husk snaps at him. 

Alastor laughs. “Well, if you didn't make everything so obvious, perhaps I would.” 

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Husk says. 

Alastor chuckles. “Of course you don't.”

Husk looks away from Al, turning his attention on anyone else-

It's what he always does… he observes. 

Sir Pentious and Niffty were already working on their tests, Niffty rather fast and violent and Pentious very slow and hesitant.

“This test is impossible!” Sir Pentious complains. “How can they expect me to answer these hard questions? What am I supposed to put for gender?”

Husk looks at the test, the questions varies from mildly personal, complicated, to way too personal: “How do you deal with your failure?” He reads out loud. Wondering how the fuck that could tell them their place in…

As Charlie put it: ‘Society,’

“I put down: kill tiny things and drink their blood.” Niffty says. 

“Blow stuff up!” Sir Pentious says. “Or perhaps I'd try try again? Oo! Both!” 

“You are all such a pleasure to have around.” Alastor says. Very quickly finishing his test with no issues. 

Husk was honestly surprised he was going along with this. He probably found the idea hilarious. 

Husk sighs, normally he wouldn't engage with something like this either, but he knew Charlie wouldn't stop bothering him if he didn't. It was a lot easier to just do it and then get the rest of his day over with. 

~~~Charlie:~~~

Charlie enthusiastically returns to the main room. “So, how's everyone doing?” She asks. “Where's Angel?” She asks before anyone could answer her first question.

“He left.” Husk says. 

“Oh.” Charlie says. “That's…fine. He can just take it when he gets back!” She says.

Vaggie sighs. “When is he finally going to take anything we do seriously?”

“I don't think Angel knows what serious is.” Husk says. 

They continue their tests, and Vaggie starts hers.

~~~~A few minutes later:~~~

“Finished!” Niffty says, handing her test back to Charlie. 

“Perfect, thank you Niffty.” Charlie says. 

“This test is impossible!” Pentious says. “How am I supposed to know all these personal questions?”

“Don't over think it.” Charlie says. “Just write the first thing that comes to mind.” 

Husk leaves his test on the table, and Alastor leaves his on the floor, then both of them go back to their business. 

Vaggie picked them up so as not to lose them. 

~~~Charlie and Vaggie, Later:~~~

All Charlie had to do was scan the tests on their computer and the test results would print themselves. They had gotten access to the program the test centers use. Perks to being the princess of hell. 

Her and Vaggie both awaited the answers for everyone. 

“This will be so great! Getting to know everyone better so we can help them." Charlie says. "I can't wait to find out what the results are!"

“Just- be careful. Okay? I don't want you to blow this out of proportion.” Vaggie says. 

“Psh, Vaggie! When have I ever done that?” 

“When you found out I was a little, you bought me the whole little store!” Vaggie says. 

“I gave it back after you told me to.” Charlie says. “I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed.” 

“I know.” Vaggie says. “I just want to make sure you don't get yourself hurt...or scare anyone away. You know?"

“Ooo! Your results are in!” Charlie squeals, grabbing the paper from the printer. 

Vaggie rolls her eyes, but she's still smiling. She can't help it, Charlie is too cute. “What does it say?” 

“Fifty percent little, fifty percent guardian!” Charlie says. “As I expected.” She says, in some sort of accent to make her sound smarter. 

“Sounds right.” She says. 

The next results get printed. “Husker!” Charlie  sings.

Vaggie grabs the paper and reads it. “Seventy-five guardian, twenty five Neutral.” 

“Niffty: Fifty percent Handler and…” Charlie tilts her head. “And unclassifyable nonsense.” She reads. 

Vaggie nods. “Also sounds right.” 

“Ooo, Sir Pentious is sixty percent little and fourty percent neutral.” Charlie says. “Little snake!” Charlie squeals. 

“Okay, calm down there.” Vaggie laughs, taking the paper from Charlie. “Just grab the last one so we can get started planning the actual activities.” 

Charlie grabs the final test result. “Uhhh.” 

“What does it say?” Vaggie asks taking the paper from her. 

Charlie couldn't even answer, she just stayed quietly shocked as Vaggy looked over the results. 

Vaggie's eyes widen. “There's no. Fucking. Way.”

Alastor: 

100% Little. 

Taglist: @todayimfour

[lookinghalfacorpse]

I have hc about c!Sam with c! doomsdaytrio that he starts to get obssed with CPhil and ctechno too bc cdream loves them, and he knows that if he wants to have cdream under his control as a warden the most effective way to do that without being cquackity 2.0 its throught the persons he loves. So he'll try to convince c!emerald of giving him a second chance like with c!dream to keep an eye on them. This might end up in a truly redemtion arc if c!Sam takes the correct desicion

have i got the fic for you

but actually: a lot of people thought that this is where i was going with ttdtn and i can't lie, it would be a really good alternative end. i was too married to the tragedy i'd already planned to change gears, but i like the idea of philza and techno successfully initiating a sam redemption arc when sam came in with poor intentions. (spoiler: there could be an ending where sam planted a flaw in the prosthetic but never used it, and the flaw is used by some other enemy instead, and sam regrets it)

i'd like to add that dream would probably be more accepting and trusting of sam than both phil and techno, at least initially. he's used to trusting his warden. emeraldduo's actual challenge would be keeping the relationship healthy and beneficial, and trying to navigate dream's stockholm shit and making sure the kid doesn't lose progress over his warden's presence being back in his life. both phil and techno can be very protective. so can sam. might be some tension there.

[blackkatmagic]

do you have any good villain redemtion arc recs (like books etc, even fics if that's your thing) I've been struggling to try and write a good redemption fic but I keep stalling out on how to well. Redeem them I guess? I'm not explaining this well sorry

Hmm. It might not be quite what you're looking for, but the one I've read recently that really stuck with me is the Licanius trilogy by James Islington. If you're into manga, Berserk is another good example, with two different redemption arcs that are both handled really well.

[sharenadraculea]

Some thoughts on Lu Ten

A lot of people have been talking about the live action avatar show and how the scene of Iroh and Zuko sitting next to Lu Tens casket made them very sad. Which made me think about how I was never sad about Lu Ten dying, even with quite a few scenes tailored to make watchers sad about his death and me liking Uncle Iroh quite a bit. So I did some thinking:

First, let‘s collect what we know about Lu Ten from the show as well as what we know about the Siege of Ba Sing Se (it‘s not a lot). Lu Ten was the son of Iroh and significantly older cousin of Zuko and Azula, making him prince of the fire nation. Iroh loved him a lot and Zuko has fond memories of him. Lu Ten was a officer in the fire nation army and died in the siege of Ba Sing Se, which made Iroh very sad and stop the siege. The Siege itself was part of the hundredyear war and a attempt to take Ba Sing Se. It lasted for 600 days, let me repeat sixhundred days, and conditions were so bad that water had to be rationed. At least one of the walls was damaged or broken. It was lead by Iroh.

From this we can extrapolate some more stuff: living in the besieged city was hell on earth and a lot of people -mostly civilians- died, likely of hunger. Lu Ten was not a kid when he died -I personally estimate that he was probally in his twenties- and he was probally quite important in the Siege on the attacking side.

Which is why I don‘t feel particularly sorry for Lu Tens death. People die in war, it‘s a thing that happens, and the fire nation started that war and they started the siege. They are the genocidal imperialist faction. (I also have the headcanon that they wanted to starve out and kill most of Ba Sing Se, as taking it with less losses and a much shorter time is possible, as demostrated by Azula) And as far as we (or at least I) know Lu Ten was complacent in the siege. Honestly, his death was probally a net-positive, because thanks to it the siege was stopped and if it hadn‘t a lot more people -especially earth kingdom civilians- would have died.

And I think this is absolutly fascinating! Both how I see this thing of a story so diffrent from most people and the implications this has for the charcter of Lu Ten and also Iroh. (On a sidenote, I think a large part of me seeing this aspect diffrent is that I only watched atla around a year ago, so not as a kid, and that ww2 is one of my special interests and for a while it was specifically the siege of leningrad, longest recorded siege, lasting more than 800 days, during which one million civilians starved too death, and starvation is a very long, often agonizing death).

But back to atla and Iroh: we only meet Iroh in the middle/end of his redemtion arc, once he allready chilled out, and with the animated show beeing for kids, we are never given many details on his past and what happend in Ba Sing Se. To me his story feels very „Well, I never thought the leopards would eat my face too!“. Which is honestly a fascinating story for a morally grey character with a dark past to have. How did Iroh turn from beeing most likely really into the fire nations ideology to figthing against them? Because his turn lasted for years, starting at Lu Tens death, not when we first meet him in the show.

Also there are so many more interpretation of who Lu Ten was other than the „cooler older cousin“-one I usually see! Was he super behind what the fire nation was doing, possibly even dragging Iroh along with him? Or was it the opposit? What effect did seeing the horrors of the siege have on him? Did he see those starving civilians even as people? And also all the options if he started rebelling! What effect did it have on Iroh? Did he just think stuff or did he try to save people? What if his death was a assasination because he started doing those things?

I have so many thoughts on this and I should really write some fics about it, to explore that stuff further.

[dr3amofagame]

literally, like they expect that being TORTURED by a whole year won't change someone at least a little? Morally bad message? I could say it's a morally bad message putting cwill as a good big brother bc he wasn't one at all but i won't bc it's fiction and we all can write whatever we want. And if someone want to make a angst redemtion fic with cdream post prison then i don't understand why would someone treat it as if it was abuse apologist when it's isn't at all and it's just a fic of a minecraft roleplay

its allowed to change him as long as it doesn't change him "morally" whatever the fuck that means, i guess. because this is totally a good faith criticism made for valid reasons that isn't founded on dunking the "bad c!dream apologists" or whatever

srsly, like, it's fiction--you can talk abt how certain trends in media affect how people see certain aspects of the fiction, you can talk abt how certain fanworks reflect attitudes within the fandom or in terms of how they interact with the canon material, but i'm not really going to make any moral judgements on how people treat fictional characters (real people, on the other hand, are a completely different matter)

[flagbridge]

All Vows Chapter 23: Montparnasse

Phantom of the Opera: E/C, R/C, C/M, Post-Leroux/ALW Canon; Redemtion Arc, 18+

Read it on AO3 Here

Erik and Christine travel together by train from the Gare Montparnasse to Lanniac.

This was actually a hiatus week for longfic--I did post a lil treat over the weekend from one of my side fics (I'll post that one here when the art is done). Enjoy!

[ogurizz]

dethklok and fatty ding dong fix it fic redemtion arc 100k words

[turtleinsoup]

Torn between the urge to write on "The Lemonade Leak", draw Rottmnt Star Wars fanart, or write a fic about Leo wingmaning Donnie/Kendra redemtion-arc fluff

[cowboisadness]

Hang ‘Em High {Arthur Morgan x F!OC} Chapter 25

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC

Summery: Belle Hawthorne is high society looking to escape her mean husband. A robbery by the Van Der Linde gang could be her chance. Can she escape his cluches and possibly discover what love should feel like?

Warnings: Swearing. mentiones on physical violence and SA

AN: It’s been a hot minute and i apologise. Now i’m done with uni for the summer im going to do my best updating this and also writing a fantasy story! constructive criticism is always welcome and highly appreciated! xo

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Chapter 25

Convincing Frank that the small shed needed more TLC than I originally thought was easy. “It just needs a woman’s touch” I said to him over breakfast. He just replied with a huff of uninterested agreement and thankfully said nothing more on the matter. But despite it being cleaned and organised to perfection – well as perfect as any shed left to rot can be – id still go with a broom in hand and a book in the other. It was peaceful. Reading an adventurous romance with the sounds of wind through the trees and birds taking flight. A few times I caught myself imagining the sounds of a campfire nearby. My subconscious playing tricks on me.

I wasn’t alone all the time though.

Despite telling him to leave that day, and despite a small part of me wishing I had the bravery to tell him not to come back. He still came. Sometimes he would already be in there waiting. Sometimes I wouldn’t hear him approaching until the scorching brightness of the sun was creepy across the floorboards as the door opened. My heart fluttered either way.

We didn’t speak of what happened, or when it happened again and again. I don’t think it is from regret, or embarrassment, just – I believe speaking on it would make it a reality in some way. As pathetic as that sounds. It was very much real. As complicated. And messy. But I didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want him to stop being here so I could pretend there isn’t a house looming over us nearby with my husband in it. That this was just a random run-down building in the middle of nowhere and yes - that is a real campfire I can hear. He was a man known for his brutality and the blood on his hands. The most gentle hands I couldn’t get enough of. Hands that could leave marks of passion, not pain.

I would ask him how others are doing at camp. Has Tilly and Mary Beth stopped asking about me? Is jack being good like always? Has Pearson come up with any new recipes? What have you been up to? Sometimes we would sit in silence. I read while he scribbled away in his journal or cleaned his revolver over and over and over again. It was a comfortable silence I realised. One I realised I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I’d pretend again.

“Are you rebuilding that shed by any chance?” Frank asked me after dinner. His eyes on a letter he had just received.

“it could do with it. Just needs a lot of cleaning and organising. Why?”

“Spending a lot of time out there. Sure you don’t need one of the maids to teach you how to clean?” Of course, he would come out with another comment on how I’m lacking as a woman. Something that extends to the bedroom. I tried to stave off that particular encounter for as long as possible. Stating that I’m still struggling with what nearly happened when I was gone. It wasn’t a total lie, I did still have nightmares of being bent over that grimy table. Alcohol breath in my face and a weight on me so heavy I would wake up struggling to breath. But he got impatient. It was my duty as a woman and a wife to serve her husband when he demanded.

“I’ll ask her for advice,” placing the napkin from my lap onto the now empty table before standing. “May I be excused?” he gave a hum of dismissal, and I was off.

He was waiting. I could see the dim flickering of the oil lamp through the window as I approached. Knocking twice before opening the door. He has his gun in my face one time that I don’t like to repeat. He was stood before the hair he claimed as his own. Always so alert and listening id be surprised if he didn’t sleep with both eyes open.

“What did you have for dinner, sweetheart?” He smiled as he sat back down.

“Roasted duck with potatoes, honey and peppercorn for main and lemon cake for dessert. You?”

“Can of cold beans,” he said with a grin that was returned.

“Come ‘ere.” I made my way to him, letting out a slight squeak as his arms pulled me into his lap. Enveloping me so I had no chance of escape. I leaned into him, my head in the crook of his neck and I just breathed in the scent of him. Earthy, a hint of gunpowder that always clung to his clothes and something that was just him.

“I didn’t have any dessert.”

“Why not?” He always had some hard candy or chocolate bar on him that he would share with me.

His voice dropped low and rumbling as he said, “I was waiting for it to get here.”

I sat up straight to look at him. Shock plain as day on my face and no doubt a rising blush on my cheeks. I can’t believe I said that. I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming! I couldn’t help the laugh that came out of me. “Arthur!” smacking his arm playfully. His grin not faltering in the slightest as he no doubt took in the red along my cheeks and nose.

“My apologies sweetheart.”

He wasn’t sorry. Not one bit. He pulled me back to lean against his warm chest. Lips on my neck as he mumbled how he missed me. I bent my neck to the side on instinct, giving him more space. I was so lost in the feel of his lips on my flesh I didn’t notice the slight pull on my sleeve baring my shoulder and the top of my arm until I felt him pull away and freeze. The bruise. Purple and red and angry.

“it’s nothing” My voice was breathy

“I’ll kill him.”

“I can barely feel it. Pleas Arthur, I’m okay,” I tried to pull up the sleeve, but his grip was firm. His eyes black with fury but he eventually let go.

His eyes shot to mine, “Bullshit. But it doesn’t matter if it hurts or not.”

I went to reply to calm that murderous rage swimming beneath the surface and threatening to turn tidal, but the door opened before I could. Arthurs pistol was drawn and cocked before we could even see who it was. It was Samson. A lantern in his hand and shocked surprise on his face.

@kashasenpai @fallout-cowgirl​ @averyspicybaguette​ @joscelyn02

[angelcloves]

Get ready cus more quotations are a coming

Idc for numbers so ima just to 1 through whatever

I might repeat some questions

1: Whose your favorite ship besides Huntlow

2: favorite crackship?

3: Character you hate the most (not counting Belos since he dead)

4: favorite character?

5: favorite underrated character?

6: Character that you thinkers deserved a redemtion or deserved thre redemtion they got?

7: Favorite fic you have written?

1 lumity. they make my heart so warm i love that theyre happy together

2 i dont think this is a CRACK ship so much as something that is never going to happen but stevatya. i think they deserve to be happy together

3 god i hate kikimora. shes written so well to be so hateable so kudos to the writers bc by golly they did a good job

4 miss willow park...... my specialest girl

5 mattholomule again hes so awful and terrible and i love him

6 hunter got his redemption and i think he deserved it so hunter baby i love you so much

7 STICKS AND STONES.

[lets-zofifi-stuff]

Bular’s Day Out

I had this idea for a fic, I would propably never write, shame, I love it, so I can at least share the concept...I mean, why waste it, good AU concept is fun to read too

Because I am a sucker for redemtion arcs (well writen not just thrown on us like we were stupid) I was thinking of HOW I would do red.arc. for Bullar? I came up with what comes:

It is post ROTT timeline where Jim is a trollhunter. He is trying to make things right but the timeline goes WILD very qickly. Mainly because Stricler noticed that his enemies, seem to know things they shouldn't and gets far more caucious. I feel like Stricler would be far more dangerous villian if he just took Jim more seriously.

Somehow, Bular gets affected by that "human potion" from Gattos trasure. For the purpose of the story I am assuming it was not an accidental mix of potions, but really just one of them that will work the same no matter if it is thrown into the lava or just spilled on someone.

So Bular the Bucher is a temporarily human and super unhappy about that. He also don't know what is happenineg but he knows that Stricler will take that opportunity to ruin his possition, maybe even convince Gunmar, that his son is a lost case.

Bular is driven by one motivation, gaining and keeping his father's affection forever. And he well knows that Gunmar is loving him only as long as Bular is his perfect subject.

Oh, yeah, Gunmar is a bad father in this version. He is a true psychopat and is rally not capable of loving anyone but himself, and he views Bular as an extension of him, his smaller copy. Every time Bular does something Gunmar wouln't do, he is pissed. o B just learned to copy whatever he thing his father would do, incorporating anything he says as his own, never really developing own ideas.

He is okay, as long as he is strong as he is winning, and now he is not only weak, but a crature most despised by Gumm-Gumms. So, basically he has a problem.

Bular is not accustomed to being a fleshbag and heunderstans them far less than Blinky, so he is not doing very good. He runs from the changeling, untrusting of them (understandably after he terrorised and killed them for so long). And he is captured by Trollhunter,and the don't really know what to do with him.

Akiridions come to earth ealier that in Oryginal Timeline. Maybe because Morando's close encounter with godgood gave him ability to partially remember previous timelines, so he acts differenly? Not shure.

Bular beigns to form relationships with the good guys especially with Varvados, ARRGGHH!!, Krel and Toby in that order. He learns a lot about being a human, but also about being a troll and that life can be more than just fighting, killing and eating. That there is more to honor than wnning, and that for parental love you don't need to deserve.

The concept really extended above my expectations and thats why I don't think I could write it.

There was a whole intrigue around Bular's second parent, and Varvados were supposed to turn from "worthy enemy" to the real "fraher figure" for Bular.

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A Guide for Getting Better

A Guide for Getting Better https://ift.tt/xypfcvo by sugarcoatedtulip I don’t need a book telling me what to do, she used to think. She searched books for information, not advice. She put it much in the same category as divination or Witch Weekly: useless, and only for those who are gullible enough to believe in its influence. However, the new, war-roughened Hermione paused at the self-help section. Hell, I think I could use all the help I could get. A book had never steered her wrong before. She let her eyes and fingertips roll across the colorful spines of the books on the shelves until she saw a book with a cheerfully blue color with a title that caught her eye.   A Guide for Getting Better   or: the author runs fast and loose with the canon to navigate these two through trauma, loss, and love Words: 3316, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-War, Not Beta Read, draco malfoy saying sweetheart agenda, your honor draco malfoy loves his mother, Healing, Explicit Sexual Content, Eventual Smut, you can rip italics from my cold dead hands, first fic, i tried to write enemies to lovers but i am simply too soft, draco malfoy redemtion, The slytherin Gang, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/oCfJ9jv July 03, 2023 at 01:49AM

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I know one without ships. The hc crossover institutional abuse redemtion fic

That shgit is a stephen king novel

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I had this idea for a fic, I would propably never write, shame, I love it, so I can at least share the concept... I mean, why waste it, good AU concept is fun to read too. I hope you don't mind, because it gets loooong.

So, because I am sucker for redemtion arcs (well writen not just thrown on us like we were stupid) I was thinking of HOW I would do red.arc. for Bullar? I came up with what comes:

It is post ROTT timeline where Jim is a trollhunter. He is trying to make things right but the timeline goes WILD very qickly. Mainly because Stricler noticed that his enemies, seem to know things they shouldn't and gets far more caucious. I feel like Stricler would be far more dangerous villian if he just took Jim more seriously.

Somehow, Bular gets affected by that "human potion" from Gattos trasure. For the purpose of the story I am assuming it was not an accidental mix of potions, but really just one of them that will work the same no matter if it is thrown into the lava or just spilled on someone.

So Bular the Bucher is a temporarily human and super unhappy about that. He also don't know what is happenineg but he knows that Stricler will take that opportunity to ruin his possition, maybe even convince Gunmar, that his son is a lost case.

Bular is driven by one motivation, gaining and keeping his father's affection forever. And he well knows that Gunmar is loving him only as long as Bular is his perfect subject.

Oh, yeah, Gunmar is a bad father in this version. He is a true psychopat and is rally not capable of loving anyone but himself, and he views Bular as an extension of him, his smaller copy. Every time Bular does something Gunmar wouln't do, he is pissed. o B just learned to copy whatever he thing his father would do, incorporating anything he says as his own, never really developing own ideas.

He is okay, as long as he is strong as he is winning, and now he is not only weak, but a crature most despised by Gumm-Gumms. So, basically he has a problem.

Bular is not accustomed to being a fleshbag and heunderstans them far less than Blinky, so he is not doing very good. He runs from the changeling, untrusting of them (understandably after he terrorised and killed them for so long). And he is captured by Trollhunter,and the don't really know what to do with him.

Akiridions come to earth ealier that in Oryginal Timeline. Maybe because Morando's close encounter with godgood gave him ability to partially remember previous timelines, so he acts differenly? Not shure.

Bular beigns to form relationships with the good guys espesially with Varvados, ARRGGHH!!, Mothership, Toby and Krel in that order. He laerns a lot baout being a human, and that life can be more than just fighting, killing and eating. That there is more to honor than wnning, and that for parental love you don't need to deserve.

The concept really extended above my expectations and thats why I don't think I could write it.

There was a whole ass intrigue around Bular's second parent, and Varvados were supposed to turn from "worthy enemy" to the real "fraher figure" for Bular.

I think Bular is the character I've seen people want a redemption arc for the most out of all the ToA villains which makes sense. Good character, easy potential for a side switch since Gunmar is his main motivation and there are plenty of ways to work with that, around just long enough to make a strong impression but not too long that it's hard to work around his story and personality. I constantly forget he's only around for the first half of the first season then only like 5 total minutes of Wizards.

This is a fun take on how he can get reformed. The best and only logical way for someone as bullheaded as Bular to even consider switching sides is to have their power stripped away. And nothing is more humiliating than turning into a pathetic, squishy fleshbag, especially when Strickler absolutely would pounce on any opportunity to rise above his own station like you said.

I would love any interaction between Bular and Varvatos if only to see who could come up with the most creative ways to threaten a person.

I can relate to getting an idea that goes way beyond what you can/feel confident writing. I have so many ideas and projects I just never finished because I manage to overwhelm myself.