#tagging it like that hurt me cuz i usually spell it

[hellakuree]

i am thinking SO hard about daiyakure rn help me anyway here are some hcs;

sorry to let all the people i had in-depth headcanons about daiyas height with down, i completely changed my opinion, i think he’s shorter <3

i genuinely cannot ship hagakure with anyone and not make it a t4t relationship cuz anything outside that is just so wrong to me (i’m not being serious) anyway daiya is a transman and hagakure is transfemme agender oh yeah

(break to find where i store all my hcs)

(nvm all of them are BAD and OLD so make up the rest)

[kitramune]

Hello!

Fellow inukagger here *shakes your hand* I noticed your tags on an inuyasha video edit post where you stated inuyasha was seeing kagome during their almost first-kiss. I want to believe this soo badly, but I have actually made a post where I argue the opposite bc that’s (unfortunately) my interpretation.

I would genuinely love to hear why you think this as I’m more than happy to be convinced 🥺❤️ If you’ve posted about it before, apologies that I haven’t seen it; please kindly drop a link.

Thank you very much! (It’s all 🫶🏼 and interest in civil discussion, certainly not looking to start anything otherwise)

Sure thing! I think there's a lot of misconception firstly because Kagome herself says this. That he hates her for looking like Kikyou, but when he looked at her in that moment, it looked loving, so she herself put two and two together that he must still be seeing her as Kikyou, but therefore have been in love with Kikyou. Which is partially true in that we know he did have feelings for her back when she was alive. (I have my own InuKik-critical perception on this, but that's a whole other rant and probably not what you're asking.) But I think it's VERY important to keep in mind that Kagome is an Unreliable Narrator in her own story here, particularly where it comes to interpreting Inuyasha's feelings at times. This holds true for pretty much the entire story, but particularly early on, when she doesn't know him as well. First off, I'm going to fast-forward slightly to give examples of Inuyasha himself making it clear he does NOT see Kagome as Kikyou, to prove my point that he's not lying when he tells her so at the almost-kiss. Keep in mind a lot of these are only available in the source material and the anime DID cut them to fuel love triangle drama. The manga is the original intended canon, so that's what I'll be going with for this entire conversation.

(Let it be said that as far as Japanese subtleties are concerned, he is asking Kagome to date him, here.)

For the sake of argument, let's look back at this "very beginning" he mentions, and how long it took him to realize Kagome LOOKED a bit like Kikyou, but was not Kikyou:

Well that was quick. He does compare them a few times after this, but it's always about how different they are. (Usually to be rude, but let's face it, this is early Inuyasha.)

(I include this "comparison" just because he's RELIEVED here at Kagome NOT being Kikyou. It's the first explicit indication that he likes her for her and would be heartbroken if the girls got switched.)

(Then he proceeds to make it even more explicit, and even Kaede spells it out.)

He completely stops comparing them in any capacity after this, and the way he does it says to me that he sees and values them very differently IN SPITE of the slight physical resemblance, not BECAUSE they look alike.

"But Kit!" I hear you say, "These examples are meaningless because they are AFTER he tried to kiss her!" Well I disagree his feelings would have changed that drastically in the small amount of time given the context, but let's still look at all InuKag have been through at this point. I'll just do a montage of Inuyasha feeling pride or affection for Kagome in said arcs because I am self-indulgent like that, lol.

(My boy did not need to protect her, here. If she was gone, he'd be free of the beads and thus free to just take the Jewel. He did it purely out of valuing her life in some capacity.)

(Knowing her scent already? Lending her your only armor just so she won't get hurt? Why Inuyasha, that's not extremely intimate at all!)

(I find him saying her name significant not just because of differentiating her from Kikyou in his mind, but in that Inuyasha doesn't say ANYONE'S name unless they are important to him. Exceptions.)

("I refuse to get involved!" *Kagome's in trouble, immediately gets involved*)

(I love this arc overall SO MUCH cuz they not only have their first friendly pouty BFFs spat, but Inuyasha then immediately comes running to save her after smelling her blood THROUGH SPACE AND TIME, and is so desperate to be relied on cuz it makes him feel good to protect her and he's realizing that.)

(Lest we forget he had SOMETHING TO TELL HER right before threading their fingers extremely intimately.)

(Inu wasn't in this arc much but he WAS very worried and impressed with her.)

(I could honestly put the WHOLE spider head arc in here and gush about every detail of their character development, but we all know the highlight and I think Rumiko put it best in the Profiles Book that Inuyasha had never encountered or thought of anyone who would be saddened by his death before. I truly believe this is when he decided to open up and give his budding feelings for her a chance to bloom. And more importantly for this particular argument, decides NOT TO LIE to her again.)

And it's at this point we come to him trying to kiss her. It's true Inuyasha's emotions are slightly volatile from Kikyou being brought up. It's a definite sore spot, which even Kagome picks up on. Kagome asks point blank if he still sees her as Kikyou and hates her for it. To which he says she has it all wrong.

Considering her previous statement was if he HATES her, we can pretty easily infer that he's answering that directly, here. As in, no, he does not. Reading into context clues and what we see before and after this moment, I'd go so far as to say he's implying he LOVES her, here. Or at least is beginning to realize he likes her much more than as a friend. The last arc was huge for him, let's not forget that. He'd never ever been vulnerable like that with anyone: both in letting them know his night of weakness, and emotionally. All signs point to him having realized he's fallen for Kagome pretty hard and is ready to finally LET himself fall. (Though clearly Kagome's not quite ready herself, yet.) I'd argue that Kikyou's resurrection arc and the arcs following shortly after that I linked moments from earlier are there to just cement that he doesn't see her as Kikyou to any viewers who are still skeptical. In the manga anyway, we're never shown Inuyasha pining for Kikyou or wishing she was back to life. Quite the opposite, he only wishes her to rest in peace and reach Nirvana, which he has said to her more than once. The closest we get is this line right after the resurrection arc comes to an end and Kikyou's presumed dead from the cliff:

Which I personally interpret as him still being heartbroken, yes, but the fact he brings up the idea of falling for another woman tells me he's still mulling over how he has romantic feelings for Kagome, and his trauma regarding romance making him wonder if he should backpedal on that or give up his initial goal that was a symptom of his heartbreak in the first place. (As in, he immediately stole the Jewel after Kikyou betrayed him essentially to make the hurt go away as soon as possible. Also note this is AFTER the almost-kiss, right before Miroku makes his appearance.) So I have a pretty hard time believing that he suddenly decided to lie to Kagome right after his entire breakthrough night of vulnerability with her, and how that affected him. Also keep in mind that Kagome doesn't have concrete feelings for Inuyasha yet, so there is no jealousy or lack of confidence where Kikyou is concerned at the point of time in question. One could (shakily imo) argue that he might lie to protect her feelings later on, when he's worried about her becoming angry or jealous, but he has no such reason to lie, here. Therefore I believe he's being extremely genuine, and probably the most genuine he's been so far since he decided to abandon his previous lie about disliking her scent. I truly think he wanted to find out what kissing was like with this spitfire girl who'd run away with his heart already and made him feel and share things he'd never felt or shared with anyone. I hope this at least elaborated on why I see that scene the way I do! If you have questions or want me to discuss an aspect of it further, don't hesitate to hit up my inbox again! I'm happy to share my thoughts on the series and especially InuKag!

[nights-like-this17]

Tagged by the one the only @thatbluelight

Writing questions tag game

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

Probably “Can I Break Down Your Walls?” as a whole story arc, all the crazy shit that happens and how each chapter added more to their relationship. It was the first time I felt really connected to an idea. Most of the beginning stages actually came to me in a dream so I could always go back to that.

What is your favorite part of being a writer? Which parts could you take or leave?

I love connecting with people and making them feel/process their emotions. I’ve definitely met ppl through it or at least communicated with them enough to know I’ve had a positive effect which is all I’ve ever wanted to do with my writing. I feel like it’s a roller coaster of a process to write, I’d probably leave behind the bouts of writer’s block or spells of no motivation, but still they’re a part of the journey.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

I first started writing to create the stories that I wanted to hear, to fill in the blanks of what wasn’t said or shown in the media I loved. Now I feel like write to further extend a safe space or give people the opportunity to escape reality.

What do you wish you knew when you first started out writing?

I wish I knew how therapeutic it would be. I’ve been writing since I was very young because I had nowhere else to express my emotions safely, but writing fanfiction now allows me to establish my own worlds around characters I connect with, get things off my chest through the scenarios I’ve built.

What is your favorite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you like and can!

Probably “Purple hurts, but Blue stings worse”. I’m a sucker for a soul mate fic. This was probably the most thought out story I’ve written.

What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

I had to did deep for this but

“This,” Becky starts dramatic as usual before Sasha can even ask, “is your pretty lesbian who’s gonna help you with your little problem” she offers like this is the end, the only choice, the standard for making Sasha’s experience one to remember.”

Really any time characters are being extra. I also really love in Purple Hurts when Becky and Seth are in a bet to see who can go longer eating specific colored foods…but I’m not searching through 20 chapters for that.

which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

The first thing that came to mind was Finn in “Can I break down your walls?” Cuz he’s literally abusive and ends up in prison for aggravated assault…

But also Trina’s mom in the power ranger soulmate fics when she tries to rub her soulmate mark off with windex cuz she’s a homophobe.

if you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

Half of me thinks she’d be proud of how much I’ve actually written and that people actually read it and enjoy it. The other half thinks she’d be stunned that I’m still using writing as a coping mechanism, that I’m still living through a lot of my trauma and that I’m not over this shit yet. She’d also be concerned that I have run from fandom to fandom over the years, where is my loyalty?

This was fun, and deeper than I thought it would be, but two(2) people tops are gonna read it. But imma keep it here just for me that’s fine too.

If you have made it this far, go read my FreenBecky fic…it’s very angsty and very gay.

Retagging @theworldisrough because I don’t know anyone else. did you do this yet sis? I just wanna bother you lowkey. HELLO. If u have not been tagged and wanna be my writer friend, the applications are open.

[everything-laito]

(TW) I don't know if you've answered thus BUT in ep 4 (i think) Laito us clearly harassing Yui and humiliating her in the church. He does the same in the game. But does he r@pe her or just sucks her blood? Cuz it wasn't clear and the scene itself was so confusing

OOH OH!!!! OK!! I’ve been meaning to talk about this for a LOOOONG time LOL! Because it is very confusing going over it for the first time! I’ll break down the scene that it was based off of in the game (HDB Dark 09) and episode 4 in the anime.

Buckle up fellas! I’ll give y’all a brain blast.

For some tangential and/or extra reading, here’s my entire HDB analysis and an analysis I’ve done on episode 4 before. Definitely not required to read this one though!

And as always, more under the cut!

GAME VERSION:

So in Dark 09, we start out with Yui being at the church. She’s reminiscing all the warm memories she had at the church, so she came to pray. However, Laito comes in, teases her that she expected a “knight in shining armor” (although this isn’t important, it’s just funny in an awful way), and asked her if she came to “pray.” However, he says プレイ (purei) not 祈る (inoru- “to pray”). The katakana spelling of “pray” can also be translated to “play” (or even prey) in English. So the double (or even triple, depending on the context) meaning is very interesting. He knows Yui came to pray, but he is considering this time with her to be more of a “playtime.” He uses this same double meaning in his song, “Bloody Sabbath.”

Laito furthers a guardian angel motif by comparing them to his familiars he has watching over Yui. This is how Yui finds out that he has familiars watching her every move. He continues to harass Yui in the same Laito fashion, with rhetoric similar to the one in episode 4.

Laito: Exactly. I don’t think I need to remind you, but on days like this…It aches so badly… Yui: …! Laito: Even the Church is a place I would rather avoid if it wasn’t for these special conditions.But today I am especially greedy. I want you. I want to pin you down and drink your blood to my heart’s content.

Here’s just some snippets of Laito’s harassment upon Yui. In my HDB analysis, I mention this:

On top of him continuing to gaslight Yui, this scene takes place in a church. It’s incredibly symbolic to the shame Yui feels before and especially after she is forced to endure Laito’s games. The church is a home for her, and for Laito to take that away from her by making her ashamed of practicing her religion anymore is soul crushing. 

Not exactly related to whether or not Laito rapes Yui in this scene, but I do love this scene so much because of how symbolic it is. So let me compare it to the church scene in the anime.

ANIME VERSION:

This scene is a lot shorter than it is in the game. Laito says a lot of the similar things in Dark 09 like “wanting to expose Yui” and how much he wants to drink her blood, and how he’s getting excited by her facial expressions, etc etc etc. I think most of us know this scene well. It is also revealed in this scene that Yui’s being watched by familiars, but on top of that, we learn how Yui was given to the brothers by the church. This doesn’t happen in the game, but I felt like I needed to put it in anyways.

BOTH SCENES AND CONCLUSION:

Both scenes still have the blood sucking motifs and actions. We all know how blood sucking is still a sexual activity. So regardless of Laito raping Yui, this is still assault, and most definitely sexual harassment and assault given his words that he wants to expose Yui and give her love––which we know is a sexual kind, whether through sex or blood sucking. It’s still making Yui vulnerable in a nonconsensual manner. She’s still going through sexual trauma regardless. Even if they weren’t vampires, this would still be sexual assault.

So in Dark 09, we know that he does not rape Yui. Why? Well, the first time he rapes her is in Maniac 07. We know this because of this exchange and rhetoric that I also mention in my HDB analysis:

Laito: Fufufu…Oh well, it’s okay. Seems like it’s almost the right time. I’ve gotten worked up as well. I’ll do even more pleasurable things to you, okay? Yui: Let me go…already… Laito: Fu…Come on, the starting shot has been fired. (5)

And in Maniac 08, Laito and Yui have this exchange:

Laito: More importantly, hey? How was that thing from the other day? Does it still hurt? Yui: …! Laito: So it really does after all~ Nfu~ Ah…Rather than ‘hurting’, the term ‘aching’ might be more accurate. Did it feel better than usual? Yui: …!

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Laito: Well, you’d be in trouble if such a small thing already left you in shock.

So we know something different happened than usual. By the wording of Laito treating it as such a “small thing,” it can be implied that this is when he first raped her, considering he’s used to being sexually abused in that manner with Cordelia. Obviously, it is not a small thing, but he’s trying to write it off as one. It’s kind of like saying “oh you didn’t know *insert fact here?* I thought that was common knowledge!” kind of teasing or just general statements.

So from Dark 09, we know that Yui did not get raped in the church. For episode 4? It is harder to tell on that scene alone because a lot of it is meant for interpretation, so I believe you could go either way with that scene. Analysis can’t do much for that scene, unless if you were to argue two ways. In the start of episode 5, Yui’s just remembering what Laito said about how she’s a sacrifice. She does not act like how she acts in Maniac 08. However, that’s just my opinion and regardless, the anime is not as good as the visual novel when it comes to showing and not telling, and it is a pretty short runtime. So they had to cut a lot of it out. But once again, I think you could interpret it either way in the anime.

If you were to base it solely off of the source material, then no, she did not get raped in episode 4.

Hope that helps! As always, if you need clarification on anything or have any questions, please feel free to reach out! 

-Corn

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[magpie-of-a-birb]

@paint-the-ravenclaw tagged me in on sorting Sanders Sides characters (that post is here), and I decided to make a whole new post for it. Here we go-

Editor Magpie here! It's a good thing that I made this a post of its own, cuz boy is it long. Patton's section took up three pages hand-written, if that tells you anything.

(Also, beware spoilers. If you're not up-to-date, I may reference things you haven't seen yet)

Patton

I'm starting off with Patton because, quite frankly, what he's got going on is fascinating. Sad, but fascinating.

He's a very obvious badger primary, but he also has a badger performance layered over top of it. If you've seen The Good Place, or listened to the @sortinghatchats podcast episode where they sorted TGP characters, you'll be able to see that this is the same as what Tahani did.

Patton's primary is for his community, but he also has an idea of what his primary should be. Not "should" as in aspirational, but "should" as in expectation. So he makes a badger primary performance, something that says "look at me! I'm a good person!" but creates self-loathing because he believes that he isn't living up to that performance. And here's the kicker:

His performance is exploding.

He thinks that, to be a good person, he (and Thomas, by extention) has to sacrifice everything for others. That is the badger primary performance that he thinks he should be.

Disclaimer: this is an unhealthy example of badger primary. No house is inherently healthy or unhealthy. There are many healthy, thriving badger primaries, and they are beautiful, just as every other house is.

And his exploding primary put a lot of strain on his badger secondary (he's a caretaker and loves courtier badger). He has to work hard and show up for everyone all the time and he... can't. It's not possible.

The fact that he cannot humanly live up to his own expectations makes his secondary start to burn. You especially see that in the courtier aspect of his secondary. He feels like he should be the "optimistic, goofy dad-friend" and he loves using courtier badger for it. But he burns out from being there for everyone, that face becomes unreliable in courtier badger because he can't feel it all the way down, he's not happy. So his badger starts to burn, and what does he do?

He takes up an actor bird model to handle the strain. He's used to the "happy, goofy dad" mask that it's easy for him to shift it from courtier mirroring to an actor role.

And whew boy, is that actor bird obvious in Selfishness vs Selflessness Redux. When it's clear that the others aren't siding with him, Patton isn't able to shift to match the change to make a stronger argument - as a snake or mirroring badger could - so he doubles down on his role.

"Remember, guys, I'm morality. My role is to make correct moral choices. Look! This is my good and helpful mask! I'm good and helpful!"

He does that all the way until he's sure that it's a lost cause, and that's when he snaps. But his snapping isn't drawing what he knows of the others, it's not using things that he knows will hurt them, not as we expect him to (especially since he uses similar tactics to manipulate Thomas into doing the right thing).

He transforms. Because he can't be angry. He's not allowed to be angry. Being angry is wrong. If he's angry, according to his exploding primary performance, then he's not a good person.

So he transforms. Because he can only be angry if he isn't himself. Patton chooses not to be Patton. He chooses to be a monster. Instead of translating his thoughts to fit the role (like with his dad role) he's using the role to justify the feelings.

Another disclaimer: like with primaries, no secondary is inherently healthy or unhealthy. There's even an example of healthy actor bird later in this sorting.

Logan

First off, his bird secondary is obvious. He loves collecting and using things. He loves lists and plans. His insecurity stems from his tools not being enough. He is a bird.

His primary is a bit more difficult because he doesn't usually make decisions from a moral standpoint, that's not his job. It's clear that he's not a felt primary, and due to the lack of intensity in general, I think snake can be ruled out. So, bird primary.

Virgil

His system is very lion primary. His gut says that something is wrong and he acts immediately.

His tactics are very bird secondary, preferring to construct a reasonable argument about why Thomas should be anxious over forcefully shoving panic at Thomas (which he does do when he sees the situation as an emergency and he needs Thomas to stop/do something now, but it's not his preference).

On top of that, Virgil has a birdy mask up at the beginning of the series. It's one born out of duty (lion primary), so he embodies the role that he's expected to play as anxiety (a bad guy who's goal is to make Thomas scared) instead of being himself (someone who's trying to keep Thomas safe). So he plays the role until he's shown that he doesn't have to.

Also, look at how he acts in the debate between him and Logan. All of his snap-back retorts are of the same type: general, playground insults. They're predictable and formulaic, like a default response a bird may have when they don't know how to respond while in a given mask. Basically: he's falling back on pre-set common phrases that the character he is embodying would say when he's not "translating" his thoughts into those of his character fast enough.

On a side note, I think that's how you differentiate between actor bird from the other forms of masks: playing a role with a tangible name.

Anyways-

Roman

LION BIRD LION BIRD LION BIRD

He hoards music, plays, movies, and musicals like a corvid and references them like nobody's business. His quick wit is in wordplay ("panic at the everywhere" much?) which, while not indicative of a bird secondary, is bird-flavored icing on the cake.

He lives in actor bird, and while his role isn't always applicable, I think that Roman is an easily-visable example of healthy actor bird. He loves and takes pride in his roles and doesn't solely use them as a shield (like Patton and, to a lesser extent, early Virgil).

He's a bit of a glory hound, he's attracted to the glamor that being a well-known creative and a hero entails, and that feeds into his default Hero/Prince in Shining Armor role. But it's wrong for him to pursue that at the expense of those he loves being miserable (see: Selfishness vs Selflessness).

Remus

Remus shares his primary with his brother. However, he's a horizon/fey lion. Everything that is fun is good which, when combined with his loves-to-mess-with-people snake secondary, spells pain for everyone else in a garish neon-green sign that smells vaguely of a landfill and intentionally leaves glitter everywhere.

Janus

Janus is a double snake. His person is Thomas, and anything is okay (especially deception) if it's to protect him.

Bonus sort: Thomas

Thomas is an interesting character. Because he is a character, within the context of Sanders Sides, that is. Sanders Sides!Thomas is not the same as Real Life!Thomas, even if the former is heavily inspired by the latter. As such, I think that there's enough to sort Character!Thomas.

Character!Thomas is very much a badger primary. It makes sense that he'd match primaries with Patton, his morality, but more so, the entire premise of the show has heavy healthy badger messages. Most episodes are about choosing the right thing to do, and Thomas makes that decision depending on what his community (the Sides) think. He's clearly a felt primary, but if he were a lion, then the "get input from others" aspect of the show would not be as effective.

His secondary is less obvious, but I have to go with bird. Most of the Sides have bird secondaries, and as they're aspects of Thomas, that would logically reflect his secondary to some degree. And he has many of the same hoards as the others, joyfully drawing on and pointing out references to things.

There may possibly be a badger (particularly courtier badger) model in there, but I can't confidently say that it's the case.

In Conclusion:

Patton: badger primary with an exploded badger primary performance. Semi-burned badger secondary with an unhealthy bird secondary model (specifically actor bird)

Logan: double bird

Virgil: lion bird

Roman: lion (glory hound variant) bird

Remus: lion (fey/horizon variant) snake

Janus: double snake

Thomas: badger bird with a possible badger secondary model

[misterewrites]

Intro Casey 101 (Mirror’s Edge)

Hello everyone, E hoping you are all doing good! Here it is! The next chapter of the side project that's now my second major one. Because I have a problem and cannot be stopped! Haha stay safe, wash your hands, wear your masks, keep yourself, your loved ones and each other safe, get the vaccine if you can and remember to take care of yourselves.

Feel free to share this with your friends, leave me comments, feedback, reblogs. every bit makes me happy and helps! Have a great week and stay safe! E is out!

If you want an easier time to read it or to read it from the beginning you can follow the link below. Tumblr hates links and will probably shadow block my tags but you know what? Tumblr hates me in general so oh well

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/78163523

Summary:  Casey is the head of the local Neighborhood Watch (and by head, he means only employee) Whenever not helping his best friend take down corrupted, evil jerkbutts, he spends his time running, maintaining and helping the magical/supernatural residents of Willow's Brook. Life is never static but Casey sometimes wishes it was a little less hectic. Just because he can handle it doesn't mean he wants to.

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Willow Rook was a peaceful neighborhood suburb located on the outskirts of Newton Haven, just within the city’s boundaries. Rows of mismatched houses and apartments spread out across the maddening maze that was suburbia. Fernspeaker Drift park was nestled in the heart of the neighborhood, its magical and mundane flora bringing a peaceful harmonic nature to the urban sprawl of man. The towering skyscrapers of downtown could be seen far into the distance, a reminder to the residents the city was never too far away.

The sounds of children screaming and shouting is what awoke Casey. He let out an unhappy groan as he rose from the hard wooden desk he accidentally fell asleep on. He rubbed his aching jaw, trying to loosen it from the rough night he had.

“Fuck” He yawned groggily “I really need to have a pillow here or something.”

He ran his hand through his normally wavy dark brown hair as his sea green eyes glanced about his “office”.

Office was much too generous a word for what he worked out of: It was tiny bungalow with barely enough room for a desk and chair, a case file drawer and the tv that sat ontop of it. Casey mentally prepared himself as he pulled open the curtains and allowed natural light to hit his face.

“Ugggggggh” Casey shielded his eyes from the harsh gleam of the morning “Why must the sun punish me?”

Casey stretched the crick in his neck while keeping an eye on the outside world: The neighborhood was particularly lively today with people out and about. The elderly elf Mr. Thistlebush was complaining about something or another to his dwarfish neighbor Mrs. Boulderfist who politely nodded and humored the old elf. Evan Starsunder, a muscular orc with dark green skin, tipped his mail cap tiredly to everyone he passed as he made his way into his cozy abode for a well earned rest. The newly married halfing (similiar but legally distinct from hobbits) couple Mr. and Mrs. Tealeaf took a stroll across the grassy field where Casey’s office stood, hand in hand and very much the picturesque ideal of young love.

Casey opened the window to let everyone know he was open for business.

“Good morning Mister Remington!” Mr. Tealeaf waved with a smile.

“How are you doing this morning?” Mrs. Tealeaf asked, half curious and half cheerfully.

“Great!” Casey lied, trying to stifle a yawn “Just great. Keeping on eye on the neighborhood, same as usual.”

“Keep up the good work!”

“We appreciate everything you do for all of us!”

“You’re welcome!” he gave a halfhearted wave after the retreating couple.

He sighed, mindlessly fiddling with the engagement ring on his finger.

“I should take it off” Casey spoke to no one in particular “She probably isn’t wearing hers anymore. I shouldn’t give people the wrong idea. I should just take it off and that’ll be it. That’ll be it. Yep. One slip and….yeah.”

His voice trailed off as he was unable to finish the thought.

“CASE!” A voice shouted.

Casey leaned out and squinted, trying to see through the glare of the sunlight to find the person who demanded his attention.

“CASE!” The voice called out again, the blurry far off figure slowly shifting into a more recognizable shape.

Casey rolled his eyes “What is it Kay? I’m working!”

Kasey Remington or, as most people called her, Kay was Casey’s twin sister. Nearly identical face with the same wavy dark brown hair and sea green eyes except Kay had gotten their mother’s button nose out of the deal. Growing up, the twins often questioned why their parents had named them Casey with a C and Kasey with the K but the only response they ever gave was it was funny.

Well not to the twins but they were used to it by now.

Kasey, in her mommy cardigan and white blouse, flagged down her brother to come outside.

“Yeah I’m good up here.” Casey smiled from his slightly elevated position.

“You’re tall for like 5 minutes and you’re already being unbearable about it.” Kasey huffed, shooting her twin a stink eye.

Casey chuckled “Mad with power. Classic story troupes.”

“Cliche you mean.” Kasey laughed “Sorry to bother you but….did you sleep in your office again?”

Casey rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he realized he was still wearing his purple tank top and black basketball shorts from the other day.

“Umm well you see….”

“Is your office still a mess?”

Casey glanced at the half crumpled burger wrappers and scattered papers that littered every inch of desk.

“Pfft, no.”

“That’s a yes” Kasey replied with a knowing smirk “Case….”

Casey fiercely pointed at his twin “Don’t.”

“Case, you can’t keep…”

“Yes I can. Watch me.”

Kasey rolled her eyes “I have better things to do.”

Casey scrunched up his face with false hurt “Better than hanging out with your brother? Alright I see how it is. See if I get you anything for Christmas.”

“No! Not my possible Christmas presents!” Kasey fell to her knees dramatically “You monster! How could you do to this to me?”

“Like this.” Casey spoke with a grin, closing the window without another word.

And made his way out of the building a moment later. He offered a hand to his sister and the twins burst out with laughter as Casey helped Kasey to her feet.

“So what’s up Kay?” Casey asked with genuine interest “Where’s Chester?”

Kasey scratched her chin thoughtfully “He’s...got...a….little league game today.”

“Wooooow took you a full five seconds to remember what your kid’s up today.” Casey snickered “Finally stop signing him up for everything?”

“Ha flipping ha.” Kasey shook her head mockingly “It’s not my fault he wants to do any and everything. Besides it’s not the worst thing in the world to enable my son’s interests. I just wish he slowed down a bit.”

“True. Did you thank him for the house he made for me?”

“Yes and he said you’re welcome. Still got it?”

Casey scoffed as he pulled out his necklace: The simple shape of home clasped carefully onto his chain.

“As a cleric of the hearth nothing is more important than a family’s love.”

“Except” Kasey murmured softly “Maybe your fiancée?”

“Nope!” Casey threw his hands in the air and turned away from his sister “Not having this conversation. Byeeeee.”

“Case! Casey you’re acting like a child!”

“Would a child do this? Hey Seth!”

A gawky human teenager with dark black clothing and every skull accessory imaginable flinched uncomfortably at the sudden attention.

Casey nodded his head in confirmation “Yeah you! Curfew’s 2:30 A.M. The Hallow spell won’t work during the witching hour so I want you back here before 3. Got it?”

Seth gave a low mumble and wandered off as quickly as his legs could take him.

“Casey.” Kasey laced her voice with a firmness only a mother could muster.

“Whaaaaaat?” Casey whirled around irritated “Look I made my choice and she made hers and that’s it.”

Kasey raised an eyebrow “You two have been in love with each other since we were kids.”

“Don’t you…!”

“Case, why don’t you ask her again?”

Casey said nothing, opting to gesture to his office to answer his question. Written in bright white letters across the walls of the building were the words “Neighborhood Watch.”

Kasey rubbed her arm guiltily “Case…”

“You gonna take over?” Casey questioned, his voice soft but controlled “You gonna take over for mom? Cuz she retired and unless there’s someone running the watch, all of this...”

He motions to the families walking, playing, living their lives together in harmony. A magical community at peace.

“All this goes away. We’re going to have to move everyone into other magical neighborhoods and under their Neighborhood Watches. And that’s not fair to them.”

Kasey let out a sad sigh “It’s not fair to you.”

“I’m fine” Casey lied “I’m okay I promise. It’s for the best.”

Kasey shook her head “You can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me. See you for dinner?”

Casey hugged his twin tightly, pouring as much love as he could into the gesture.

“Of course. I’ll bring fries.”

Kasey made a face, playfully pushing him away “Would you bring something else, please?”

“Fine, mashed potatoes.”

“Ugh. Bye Case.”

“Bye Kay!”

Kasey eyed the engagement ring for a moment before taking her leave.

Casey ran his hands through his hair, wondering how much worse today could get.

He turned to make his way back to his office when he spotted a familiar face nearby.

His heart began to thunder loudly in his ears, the phantom sensation of lips pressed against his own ran chills down his spine while his cheeks flushed a bright red. His legs felt weak and butterflies filled his stomach as he took in the sight of Jaime casually walking down the street.

Jaime looked as beautiful as ever: Her long dark red hair was tied into a single braid that hung over her shoulder and shimmered in the soft glow of the morning. Her light brown eyes gleamed with a thoughtfully gaze as she looked at her phone. She was wearing his dark purple hoodie with dark blue jeans and sneakers. Her glasses were cutely askew and Casey felt the overwhelming urge to run over and fix them for her.

The engagement ring on his finger felt impossibly heavy yet light all at once.

He should talk to her. That was okay, right? To talk to someone he’s in love with and desperately wanted to be with. Did she want to talk to him? They left on decent terms. Well maybe. Hopefully. God what if she was mad at him? Or worse, hated him? She could never hate him that was silly. But perhaps she wasn’t ready to speak to him.

He knew he wasn’t ready.

Casey turned to Jaime’s direction then pulled away. He pivoted on his feet to face her again before glancing downwards towards the grass. His hands fidgeted uneasily as a shout threatened to spill out of his mouth.

Casey returned quickly to his office and shut close the window. Resisting the urge to stare at Jaime, he opted instead to reach for a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out and began mindlessly scrawling upon its surface, drawing nothing in particular.

It was comical how automatic Casey’s responses became while he worked in this building: Upon hearing the knock at his door, he rose to his feet and opened it without a second thought.

Casey’s heart leapt to his throat at the sight of Jaime standing at the base of the steps from the bungalow. She smiled shyly, pushing up her glasses further up on the bridge of nose before giving a friendly wave. Her other hand was tucked deeply in the hoodie’s pocket.

“Hey sweetie” Jaime paused, pursing her lips for a moment “Case. How are you Case? Doing good Case? Can I stop now?”

Casey let out a genuine laugh “Hey swe….Jaime. You can stop. I’m good. I’m good. Good.”

He caught sight of his engagement ring gleaming in the sunlight. He quickly shoved it inside his pocket.

“That’s good. That’s good.” Jaime nodded “I’m glad to hear that.”

Casey caught her wandering glance across the office and quickly shifted his weight to block the view.

“So how’s the new job?” He crossed his arms in an clumsy fashion “Everything okay at the Grimoire?”

Jaime dug at the grass with her shoe “It’s good. Chaotic as usual but hey what do you expect for a magical library, right?”

The two chuckled together and locked eyes for a moment. As one they broke off their gaze, their cheeks slowly turning a pinkish hue.

Casey recovered first “How’s your brother? We talk but ever since last month he hasn’t recruited me to topple any corrupt bosses lately. I’m getting bored.”

“You sure you bored?” Jaime rolled her eyes “There’s no way the Neighborhood Watch is getting that soft.” “Haha I wish.”

An awkward silence fell over the couple as the realization of what subject they landed on washed over them.

“Finn’s good. Busy but good.” Jaime spoke with a fragile softness in her voice “You know my bro, always trying to save the world.”

“Right...”

Casey couldn’t help but noticed Jaime’s body language: She tucked both of her hands into the pockets, her frame shrunk like she was mentally kicking herself as she gawkily fidgeted back and forth.

“Hey.”

Jaime glanced upwards towards Casey, her light brown eyes shining brightly in the sun’s glow.

Casey could feel his heart ache with love and longing as he spoke simply “Don’t worry about it beautiful.”

Jaime said nothing. Instead, she closed the distance between them, gently cupping his cheek in her hand.

“Take care of yourself sweetie. Please. For me?”

Casey could feel his ache worsen but he just nodded, murmuring softly “For you.”

Jaime’s smile was sad but lovely. She pulled away slowly, allowing her fingers to linger for a moment.

“Bye for now Casey.”

“Bye Jaime.”

She left without another word and Casey felt exhaustion rush into every fiber of his body. He closed the door reluctantly and took a seat. He stared unhappily at the drawing of Jaime he hadn’t realized he’d be sketching.

“Fucking hell.”

He slumped deeper into his chair, feeling much too drained to face the rest of the day.

-----

“Shit, shit, shit” Seth muttered to himself as he raced through the night. The normally inviting, homely suburb was cold and distant: The shadows moved in eerie unnatural ways and once or twice Seth could soft pattering of paws follow closely behind. The modest homes and apartments were silent, basked in the darkness as they towered over him in silence.

“Just a cat” He mumbled to himself, glancing at his phone and wincing at the 3:30 AM it showed in a white font.

Seth entered Willow Rook proper and paled at the lack of comfort he normally felt in the air. Casey had warned him the Hallow spell, a powerful ward of holy magic that protected the neighborhood and hid it away from the world, would not work between 3 and 4 AM. Seth assumed he was merely attempting to scare him to return early. It never occurred to him that Casey was telling the truth.

Seth fumed silently “It’s fine. I’m late, it’s fine nothing followed me here and it’s fine.”

A chill ran down his spine as something rustled nearby. He whirled around in time to see something lunge straight for his chest.

He was ashamed how quickly he flinched, closing his eyes shut while raise his hands in a poor attempt to defend himself. He made quick prayer to whatever deity who happened to be on duty at the moment.

Something thudded against his chest. It didn’t stay long, instead quickly making its way up his shirt and tucked itself comfortably on his shoulder. It wasn’t too heavy but it was big whatever it was. Seth was surprised how warm and fluffy it was and swore it was purring in his ear.

He cracked open his eyes and found himself staring at an orange tabby cat: it was a fat cat with stripes of white and orange running down its body. Its dark green eyes stared curiously at him. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought it was asking him a question.

“Hey buddy” Seth breathed a sigh of relief, scratching the cat’s chin “What are you doing out here? Scaring the shit out of me?”

The cat pawed at his face rather roughly and with enough force to actually make him turn his head.

Seth felt the blood drain as he saw something approach in the shifting shadows: A monstrous thing, thin and skeletal. Its skin was a dark shade, almost as black as the darkness it blended in with. It crawled forward slowly on all fours, thick talons digging up and cutting through the pavement with ease. A bloody wrap covered its eyes and two thick, elongated fangs protruded from its lower jaw. The rest of its face was smooth and featureless.

The words died in Seth’s throat. The best he could do was a pathetic croaking noise he was grateful no one could hear in the dead night.

The creature tilted its head as if listening for any sign of its prey.

Seth couldn’t move, the fear gripping him tightly in its thrall. His breathing hitched and he could feel his body shake beyond his control as the creature inched closer and closer.

The cat leapt off his shoulder, silently landing onto the grass and bolting into the night.

Seth’s stomach churned and twisted anxiously as the creature stared in his direction, a growling rumble escaping its mouth. It let loose a maddening shriek, one that shook Seth’s very bones. It stood on its hind legs and grew to an inhuman height. Its mouth lowered, stretching impossibly wide as it leapt forward.

Seth felt cold and empty as the sight of the monster filled his sight. The fight ebbed out of him and left only an overwhelming sense of dread and finality.

This is how it ended.

It was an odd sensation to feel at the end: the warmth and glow of the sun at his back. Perhaps some higher being was taking mercy on him in his last moments on this plane of existence.

Wait, no the warmth was getting brighter and hotter. An unbearably stuffy and blazing with an intensity of a summer day that grew each passing moment.

Seth groaned, wincing in pain as a sudden flash of light zoomed past with incredible speed. It burned brightly, dispelling the silhouetted shadows with a burning flame despite it being no bigger than a baseball.

The creature reared back and thrashed about, too caught off guard by the sudden glow to realize it was coming straight for it. The orb collided with the creature’s chest and sunk deeply into its chest. The creature howled and buckled in pain, bending and twisting at unnatural angles.

The light faded and the orb with it but Seth could see the fist sized hole it had burned through the chest of the creature.

The creature weakly swayed, seemingly weakened by whatever hit it.

“Not in my neighborhood you punkass bitch.”

Seth weakly turned to find Casey standing there, the fat orange tabby at his feet. The head of the Neighborhood Watch finally changed his clothes: He wore a purple jacket with a black shirt that read “Neighborhood Watch” in faded white lettering. His gray sweats were wrinkled and his feet were adorned with two different sneakers. Outstretched in his hand like he had taken a swing at something was a glowing metal baseball bat that pulsed with radiant power.

“Casey, I…” Seth mumbled out but Casey motioned with his head.

“Go home kid. This ain’t the minor leagues.”

Seth was ashamed to say he ran, frantically and as fast as his sore legs could take him. Whatever just attacked him was out of his weight class.

Luckily Casey was in a league of his own.

The creature clicked its tongue unhappily as it moved uneasily on its hind legs. It bent and twisted its neck in a way that would’ve broken it if the creature had been human.

Casey rolled his eyes as he gripped the bat tightly in his hand “Drama queen much, aren’t you?

The creature said nothing. Instead it threw itself forward full force towards the cleric.

“Here we go.” Casey murmured tiredly as he drew his bat back.

The creature took a swipe at him but Casey already moved out of the way, dodging to the side and allowing the creature sail past him. It twisted its head around only to get a face full of metal: Casey’s swing caught the creature in the cheek and sent it reeling backwards.

The creature shrieked in pain as smoke curled off its face, the cheek swollen and charred an ashy black. It didn’t hesitate to attack once more: It stood up and tried to crush Casey under its full weight.

Casey just shoved the bat directly into the hole he made earlier.

The creature hissed and retreated away from the holy infused weapon. More smoke bellowed from the now enlarged hole.

Casey raised his bat threateningly “Go back to wherever the hell you came from or I will beat you out of existence you flipping abomination.”

If the creature understood the threat, it made no indication. Instead it doubled down on its poor choices.

It sat back on the balls of its feet, tensing its legs in preparation for a mighty leap.

Between helping the inhabitants of the neighborhood with their requests, talking to Jaime and frankly being awoken to a fucking demon attack at 3 am, Casey was just done with all yesterday and evidently today.

Casey’s hand glowed with a dazzling radiant light as he spokes the words of faith. Magic formed and condensed into a single ball of pure sun in his palm.

The creature sprinted forward, tearing up the grass underneath its feet while it desperately made one final dash towards the cleric.

Casey lobbed the ball high in the air and fell into a batter’s stance.

The orb hung in the air for a moment like a blazing sun then fell back to earth.

The creature leapt, talons aimed for Casey’s neck.

Casey let out a mighty swing. There was a loud crack as the bat made contact with the orb. The ball of light sped off and shoved itself down the creature’s throat. The bat follow through connected with the head of the creature and knocked it cleaned off.

The ball gleamed bright in the beast’s stomach before exploding outward like a supernova. The creature flaked away into blacken ash, head and all.

The gleam of light vanished and Casey found himself under the cover of night once more.

He wiped at his eyes tiredly as his phone beeped. He glanced at it to see it was now 4 in the morning.

There was a soft hum as the Hallow reactivated: the air shimmered with an unseen power and grew warm with comfort.

The ashes vanished without warning, the unholy remains cleansed by the sanctity of the neighborhood.

The cat drew closer to Casey, its eyes peering at him thoughtfully.

“Hey Julius” Casey greeted the cat politely “Long night?”

Orange Julius meowed in response.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on him. I knew he’d stay out late but hopefully he understands why we have a rather generous curfew.”

Orange Julius nodded.

“That’s been like what? The third demonic hell beast/ abomination this month. That’s a lot for a month.”

Orange Julius meowed in agreement.

Casey pursed his lips thoughtfully “Hey, did you see Finn?”

The cat tilted his head quizzically.

“I mean all this time you. He. Well you aren’t around whenever he comes by” Casey scratched his neck sheepish “You are his dad’s cat. You sure Fernspeaker wouldn’t want you to be with him?”

The cat paused for a moment before shaking his head.

“It’s not because Jaime’s folks adopted him after…..well that happened, is it?”

The cat pawed the grass below him.

“Right.” Casey nodded in understanding “Neighborhood’s your responsibility. I get that.”

Orange Julius meowed then vanished into the darkness.

Casey glanced at the statue of Fernspeaker that stood tall in the center of park. It had been erected the same time the park was named after him, both shortly after his and his wife’s death 22 years ago.

Fernspeaker Drift, Finnrick’s biological father, was once a powerful druid, deeply in tune with nature and a firm believer in helping others. This neighborhood was his passion project. The Neighborhood Watch was formed after his passing.

The Neighborhood Watch was created because of his passing. Nobody wanted a repeat of what happened all those years ago.

Finnrick told him it was okay for Casey to not to take the job but it felt like such a disrespect to let this whole place dissolve and scatter its residents.

Casey sighed and wandered back to his office. Office hours were closed but the Neighborhood Watch’s job was never done.

[chat-noir-always-here]

Debunking “Adrien is perfect”

  To voice a rather non-Marinette-like opinion of Adrien: He’s not perfect. He’s never been perfect. He has, in fact, been riddled with flaws from the very beginning. Part of the reason Chat Noir gets hate is because he serves to exaggerate Adrien’s flaws and make them more obvious, destroying the perfectionism façade. And the sooner Marinette tosses the “I love the perfect Adrien” filter in the trash where it belongs, and starts actively recognizing and acknowledging his faults, the better off the endgame relationship will be.

 Long post is long and I don’t like cuts, cuz i’ve lost a few posts in the past using them. Please filter the tag “long post” I use it for walls of texts like these. 

First of all, flaws are just one of the many things that happen when someone either learns something the wrong way, spends too much time in the wrong environment, lack any decent role models... really there are a plethora of causes. What i mean is character shortcomings aren’t necessarily reasons to hate the character themselves. They’re more or less internal obstacles put there to be overcome in order to portray character growth. Of course spending an exaggerated amount of time with these characters without seeing them overcome particular shortcomings is frustrating it does not necessarily mean they will never be redeemed or developed and are/were deserving of hate.

 Except for Gabriel. That creature belongs behind bars.

 Most of Adrien’s flaws come from his toxic home situation:

The Miraculous Wiki puts Adrien at fifteen. Meaning Adrien has only been actively leaving the house (for public school and the occasional social get-together) for about a year. His fourteenth birthday was one of the earliest episodes and im assuming his fifteenth birthday happened off screen between the s3 finale and the new york special.

Regardless the majority of his life was spent in isolation and his only company was his immediate family, Nathalie, Felix and Chloe. None of whom are particularly good role models except for Emilie. Maybe.

He’s rather overworked for a 14 y.o. boy. On top of school, he has fencing, piano and Chinese lessons. This leaves him with very little time for himself. 

He lost his mother. In Feast, Adrien expresses Emilie was a source of joy in his life--”Only Mom can make me laugh like that.” Felix marked the one year anniversary of her disappearance.  Worse still, we’re led to assume all Adrien knows is that Emilie disappeared. Did she abandon him? Was she kidnapped and killed? He doesn’t know. He has no closure regarding her absence. 

On top of losing his mother, his only remaining parent is an emotionally manipulative and abusive prick. Gabriel has denied Adrien a birthday party, threatened to take Adrien out of school just because he can, never lets him have friends over for any reason, hardly ever makes time for Adrien and only once in a blue moon will actually sit and eat a meal with the poor kid.

And on top of all of this he’s not out of the woods yet. He’s still living with his abusive father. He’s still not allowed to see his friends outside of school much. He’s still got a packed schedule. He still doesn’t have closure regarding his mother’s “disappearance.”

Looking at it like this paints Adrien in a rather sympathetic light.

 Marinette doesn’t know Gabriel is Hawk Moth either, but she does understand Adrien is lonely, isolated and in need of a source of love and comfort. She also understands to some degree that his heart is delicate, so she constantly handles him with kid gloves and looks on him with a perfection filter. 

We see how Mari reacts to upsetting Adrien in Malediktator when she softly whispers an apology after Adrien expresses his sorrow over everyone celebrating Chloe’s departure. She’s seems pained and distraught over causing him to be upset. Thus the reason Marinette calls Adrien perfect isn’t that she never sees any of his flaws--she just cannot acknowledge or process them under these conditions. Shes too busy trying not to hurt him. She also has shown some signs of having extreme anxiety, which messes with ones head and makes it difficult--nearly impossible--to think straight. She wants to be the source of love and comfort he desires (and already is in a way) so his faults go unprocessed.

But what are Adrien’s flaws?

1. He has trouble standing up for himself. 

He’ll take a stand for others.

 He stood up to Chloe on Mylene’s behalf in Horrificator and on Marinette/ Cheng Sifu’s behalf in Kung Food. He stood up to Lila in Oni-chan and Ladybug. He stood up to Gabriel in Simon Says--but as Chat Noir, not Adrien. 

There have only been two-ish instances of Adrien, not Chat Noir, standing up for himself. I say -ish only because he was kinda standing up for Lila in the first and Chloe in the second. 

First in Volpina he stood up to Ladybug for how she handled the situation with Lila. He personally believed she handled the situation poorly (which she did--there were/are serious consequences for that. still) and although he was kinda wishy-washy in conveying that it was only because he was scared of sounding too much like Chat Noir. Her partner. Her chief-of-staff. Who can and will call her out on such behavior. 

Second in Malediktator, when he more or less told Marinette she was wrong to be happy about Chloe leaving. Granted this was partly him standing up for Chloe, but aside from her—he, Adrien, was deeply upset chloe was leaving on such bad terms and made sure Marinette understood that. 

Abused children tend to be somewhat submissive/agreeable/etc. They have trouble speaking out when they’re uncomfortable or don’t want something or think a particular action is wrong. Usually because they are anticipating some kind of punishment for speaking out or afraid of offending the other person to the point that said person wants nothing to do with them anymore, or both.

 For Adrien to fix this particular flaw, he needs to prioritize himself and his own wants more. However he also needs someone who doesn’t chastise him for doing things he likes, tending to his own needs and setting boundaries. Kagami is not that person--she’s actually quite demanding of him and cold. Her understanding of relationships isnt great either, which is why these two really aren’t that great for each other. 

2. He puts his faith in the wrong people

  Adrien’s fucking household is about as toxic as it can get (please don’t take this as a challenge, S4). On top of his immediate family consisting of his abusive, toxic, terrorist father, there’s his cousin Felix. Felix who squished cheese under Adrien’s pillow, stole his phone, pretended to be him and sent an outrageous and awful video to his friends. 

 There’s also his mother Emilie whom, despite his love and adoration of her, lied to him for who knows how long and messed around with a broken miraculous to the point it forced her into an indefinite coma and left Adrien at his father’s mercy. There are theories that she did this for her family but nothing concrete or canon has been proven--all we know is that Emilie had been having frequent dizzy spells while she was still awake and using the peacock miraculous, and that she anticipated her fate and Gabriel apparently promised to save her.

There’s Lila, as well. “She’s not dangerous. She just craves attention.” Wrong, Adrien, she’s very dangerous. She is conspiring with your father to spy on you, attempted to get Marinette expelled from school, tricked you into leaving Ladybug alone with a supervillain whom she personally requested to kill Ladybug, pinned Marinette against a bathroom wall and almost got her akumatized, actually got Marinette akumatized and nearly cost you both the Ladybug Miraculous and TIkki. She isn’t just dangerous she is an actual threat, whether or not she is the future Hawk Moth who sent Timetagger after you when you were children with time-sensitive powers. Adrien has a slightly better understanding of that after the events of Ladybug and Oni-chan, so hopefully he will be on his guard at least in regards to Lila.

 The reason for Adrien’s overly trusting nature may lie in the fact that literally everyone closest to him, everyone for the first thirteen years or so, was toxic and/or a liar. You know what happens when you can’t trust anyone around you? You live with it. You accept all these bad people as they are, without making any effort to establish healthy boundaries. Adrien certainly lived with it--how’s an abused, isolated boxed-and-sheltered son supposed to know what healthy boundaries are when he’s lacking any healthy connections? I bet he can just barely endure all the anguish but he can’t stand to be alone so he just tolerates it. Not to mention the most guilty is his father. Where else is he supposed to go?

Like a frog sitting in a pot of water, you don’t realize you’re in trouble until the water is too hot. So you just accept it--all the bad feelings--you accept it, live with it and it still hurts but you rarely complain. Because anything is better than being alone. 

I think Adrien understands, deep down, that the love he is clinging to, the love provided by his relatives, isn’t really there. But if he looks at it too long and lets this knowledge sink in he’ll lose it. He really did lose it in Chat Blanc-- just that sky-crashing-down-on-him realization that he didn’t have his fathers love, hadn’t had it for a long time, just completely ruined our boy. 

 Of course the knowledge is there. It’s literally right there in front of his face and it’s only a matter of time before he is forced to turn and look and face the music. At which point I hope Marinette knows who he is and has a plan to save him otherwise Chat Blanc is just going to happen again. 

3. Yes, he takes the flirting too far sometimes

No--that doesn’t make him toxic.

Yes, Adrien overreacted to Ladybug never showing up in Glaciator. He shouldn’t have been upset with her in Frozen for not accepting the rose. He should have told her the damn truth about being forced to leave the city at the same time she was in the New York special. 

 However, he also apologized for overreacting in both Glaciator and Frozen. And again, abused kids live in anticipation of punishment for their mistakes. Adrien’s father has taught him that the slightest mistake can result in loss of freedom or trust, even if its circumstances beyond his control. And he now understands that Ladybug isn’t going to blindly punish him for being honest with her, which he now knows to do. 

 He makes mistakes, apologizes for them, and learns from them. That’s not fucking toxic--it’s natural, human and allowed. 

 He’s flirty and suggestive, yes, but the minute she signals she doesn’t want it or isn’t feeling it he stops. He has had immense trouble with not flirting with her, despite her telling him she isn’t interested multiple times. That much is true. But he truly and deeply cares for her and he would never force himself on her and it isn’t because he knows she’ll kick his ass if he does. It’s because unlike the vast majority of his family, he’s actually a decent human being. 

 He has even begun to “flirt platonically,” toasting their partnership and friendship rather than offering a romantic relationship she can never say yes to. If that isn’t the most soft and respectful fluff I don’t know what is.

 4. He is leading Kagami on

Did he cheat? I’m actually not sure. Thomas is being vague in his tweets and won’t give us a decent answer (because he likes “watching fandom burn”--i mean MOOD but clarify please). 

 Here’s what we know and have observed: 1. Chat Noir told Ladybug “I have a girlfriend” 2. He immediately followed that up with “It’s not good at all. I just said that to make you jealous”  3. He allowed Kagami to kiss him in the new york special 4. but he has trouble telling girls not to touch him--been a problem since episode one. Yes its generally cheek kisses chloe gives him but sometimes its not and he looked downright uncomfortable in a lot of cases of physical contact with her and with Lila 5. he seemed rather comfortable with kagami kissing him--except he did say no to her kissing him in the finale 6. but he’s also trying to move on from Ladybug and be with Kagami  7. If he were in a relationship with Kagami, he’d likely keep it a secret because both of their parents are controlling of them and may not allow it 8. His understanding of relationships and girls is kinda dreadful due to not having his mom around for advice and his father’s general lack of a concept of what healthy romantic relationships and boundaries are, and, as Nino put it, not being able to understand signals very well

Adrien’s current relationship status is up in the air. I’m about eighty percent certain he’s dating Kagami--but there’s still that twenty percent chance he’s not.

 Putting aside the question of whether or not he and Kagami are official, Adrien’s been attempting to move past his feelings for Ladybug. Which--won’t sugarcoat it--he kinda sucks at. At the same time, Kagami is aware he is in love with another but lacks the understanding that his moving on will take time. 

 The main issues here is that Adrien knows who he wants but can’t have her. Kagami is a wonderful person herself and he wants to get to know her better, but they aren’t really a good match and they are both going to get hurt in the end (Love Victor anyone???). Until that happens we are going to have some questionable moments in the show, and we just need to remember that Adrien is a child with a poor understanding of relationships, and not an evil person. Kagami doesn’t necessarily have a great understanding of them either--”Your indecision hurts me Adrien,” “Adrien you and I are perfect for each other!”--and she has flaws of her own she needs to unlearn. 

 For the time being, Adrien is leading Kagami on (it needs to be said--even if they aren’t dating he’s flirted with her, given her roses etc.) I say leading her on because, no matter how much Adrien believes Marinette is just a friend and they weren’t flirting in New York, loyal boyfriends who wish to be monogamous don’t dance with other women.

 Or look this happy when that other woman touches them

Does this make Adrien a deceitful and hateful character? No. Does this make him an unworthy character? No. It makes him an abused child with little to no concept of healthy relationships. 

Also Adrien’s friends, including Marinette, have no reason to believe he is dating Kagami. They know he is interested in her and she in him, but as Nino said, Adrien has a hard time picking up signals and understanding their meaning. Not to mention the boy is fifteen. Flirting skills, understanding boundaries, and other relationship concepts are a challenge even for ordinary fifteen year olds in healthy environments to grasp--case in point: Marinette.

Adrigami and Lukanette are simply not going to end well. The Love Square is the endgame and ultimately both Lukanette and Adrigami are going to fall apart to make that happen--I knew that going into the possible Adrigami and Lukanette  territory that the finale created.

 Kagami is a strong, intelligent person--she’s likely going to be the one to end it given what we’ve seen. I don’t like to think about what might happen then--she may be akumatized and Chat Noir would feel rather guilty and may not be able to fight her. But they will both come out of it with something they needed--Kagami will understand (as Marinette needs to) that Adrien isn’t her perfect soul mate incapable of making mistakes. Adrien will understand relationships better. 

 Its unfortunate that this has to happen in order for Adrien to learn due lessons, given that he actually does have someone who can talk to him about girls and relationships and loyalty: Nino.

 Given what Nino wasted no time in scolding Mari for spying on Adrien and Lila when she confessed doing so in Chameleon, as well as how he treats Alya, I undoubtedly believe Nino would be the one to come out and say “You can’t dance with Marinette when you’re with Kagami.” 

 Assuming he is with Kagami. 

In conclusion: Adrien is flawed but not deserving of hate. He is a traumatuzed child stuck in a toxic household who lacks proper mentors. Marinette, Alya and Nino are out of the loop about his potential relationship with Kagami. And Marinette and Kagami both need to acknowledge Adrien is imperfect. Nino and Adrien need to do guy talk like two seasons ago. 

Also Marinette probably has some intense anxiety issues. But more on that later.

[indigopurple]

Saw an ask game response abt disliking certain tropes and now i feel the strong urge to overshare my own opinions on that. Here's a list of my most UTTERLY HATED tropes/AUs/etc out there from worst to...less worst. This was rlly difficult cuz I cant think of them til I accidentally see them on AO3 and get all pissy abt it

The A/B/O wolf thingy. Its so dumb to me I'm sorry i just can't follow it and it always gets romantic and sappy somehow. Also I dont understand how wolves work. The more I think abt it the more annoyed I get.

Soulmates AUs. Ugh. Again, sooo sappy and gets SO ooc. The only exception is I once saw (didnt read tho lol) this fic where one of the characters like, kinda rebelled against the soulmate meeting thing, and he said that his eyes change color all the time with different friends. Aka its PLATONIC! SCOORRRRREEEEE! I also recently learned that soulmates AUs are often used to explain ppls pedophilic/incest ships. Disgusting.

OC/self insert fics. I dont have any issue with ppl writing these, in fact its prolly good practice for the beginner writers that make them. Assuming they're all like, 12 y/o kids. Cuz that's the grammar and vocab level in all of them. Also, theyre never very engaging or intriguing, and i never know why I should care abt the main character. I just have absolutely no interest in these fics, sorry.

Sickfics involving like....gross sickness. I get that that's more realistic or whatever but is that rlly what you're going for? This is this just whump and fluff 99% of the time. I dont need a description of [whumped character] throwing up all over the floor. Just like, fucking make them have a dizzy spell or smth; kinda gets the same result. Like are you trying to gross us out? Really?? I make one exception to this rule: throwing up/coughing up blood. That is a whole nother story tho.

Deaging/aging up fics. I dont have a huge problem with these, but I've never been interested. I've heard that this one is also used to make ppls incest/pedophilic ships seem ok, which isnt very cool. I've seen this be used for rlly weird fluff abt like, [said deaged/aged up] having to mother or be mothered by their close friends which I guess is just some weird form of fluff, but like...rlly strange. It's like the filler episode no one liked of fanfics. If it's used as a way to force a characters traumatic past be brought up then ig it's ok since theres some interesting plot, just as long as the character isnt aged down to like..an infant.

Time travel fics. Often used to fix something that happened in canon that the writer is salty about. Usually undoing a character death, or going back to see friends as their younger selves, things like that yknow. Usually hurt/comfort which is cool. I dont have a big problem with these fics, I just find them kinda hard to follow with such a weird perspective (usually the character that travelled back in time). I see a shit ton of these in the one piece fandom, mainly consisting of "luffy goes back in time to save his brothers" or "luffy, after dying before he can reach his goal, gets a second chance and goes to reform his pirate crew". Its always those. Wouldn't be surprised if it was the same stuff for other fandoms but adding "[main character] goes back in time to remeet [character's crush/soulmate/etc] so they can get married" or some sappy shit. Sorry this one is way too long lol.

Slavery AUs. These...ugh ok. These are actually pretty interesting to me, absolutely heart-wrenching and also very sweet in the end. The hurt/comfort angst in these is fucking unreal. My issue with these is they sometimes get super rapey. Starts with idk some kid gets kidnapped + sold into slavery of some sort, then [a lot of the fic being then suffer and be traumatized], and then they are freed. Bonus points for written in epilogue with a healing process and like..found family yknow. It gets fucked up in the suffering part. Way too many of these fics get into like, rape. Which makes sense tbh (god I hate that tho), it just gets too...detailed. like uh hey writer, is this like, a turn on or what? I've stopped in the middle of a few fics, or skip a chapter, cuz I was like dude I cant deal w this. Also dear authors, fucking tag your writing, stop surprising me with shit like this. I should know what I'm getting into before reading it.

Cant think of anything else atm. Might add more later if smth on AO3 catches me off gaurd lol.

Someone out there is gonna hate me for making this post

[doubledeaky]

See What a Fool I’ve Been - Part Three

Brian May x Female!Reader

Part One | Part Two

A/N: Hey, everyone! I’m sorry for my inconsistent updates of this fic, I’ve been having trouble writing this particular fic but I’m getting there! The next part will be the final part, so please stay tuned! Thank you all so much for the love and support on my last two posts, you guys rock! As always, feedback is very much appreciated! Much love! -m:)

Summary: Being friends with John Deacon meant being friends with his band mates. This blossoming group of best buds seems logical until Brian realizes he may like you more than a friend. Unfortunately, your oblivious nature and Roger’s constant cock-blocking spells trouble for Brian and the romantic feelings he harbors for you. Young love isn’t always as fun as the movies make it seem.

Word Count: 1,327 words (sorry it’s so short!)

Warnings: cursing 

Brian audibly groaned as the white streaks of sunlight pouring through his curtains temporarily blinded his tired eyes. He pressed on both eyes with the pads of his thumb and pointer finger, attempting to rub the sleep from them. His feet felt cold, looking down he noticed they were hanging off of the bed uncovered, typical. He threw the duvet from his body and onto the floor which was littered with dirty clothes and books, very out of character for neat freak, Brian May. His long legs felt heavy as he attempted to swing them over the side of his mattress and when he managed to do so, a dull ache reverberated throughout his muscles. He grimaced, sitting up with the assistance of his also very sore arms. Taking a quick glance of the condition of his room, he sighed and buried his face in his hands. The past few weeks had been tough, and Brian’s room was suffering as a result. He hadn’t really tidied since he met you a little over a month ago and the idea of what could be living among the mess caused a shiver to climb Brian’s spine. Nevertheless, he pushed himself from the bed; his legs still screaming in pain. The band had had a gig the night before and while the aches the day after hurt, having to watch Roger continue to butter you up after every gig hurt even more. You’d been to a total of four gigs now, the flames of jealousy in Brian’s chest only growing after each. Roger was determined, and Brian envied his persistence, especially since you’d seemingly shot him down every time he’d hinted to the idea of something more. Whether you were truly rejecting him or obliviously playing along, thinking Roger’s sly remarks were merely compliments, Brian didn’t know. What he did know was that he didn’t like it, at all. He felt a welcome sense of relief wash over him when he remembered there was no gig and he’d be able to exist in peace without the constant reminder that you weren’t his, you’d never be his, and that you would inevitably end up shagging Roger. He opened the door to his room and furrowed his brow when he wasn’t bombarded by the screams and vivacious laughs of his roommates. Instead, they were all sat at various points in the room either eating, reading, or both. Brian gave the three a friendly wave as he wordlessly poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Morning, Bri.” Freddie said behind his newspaper, yawning obnoxiously right after. Brian hummed in acknowledgement, taking a sip of his coffee and appreciating the warmth it brought to his cold limbs. The unfamiliar, but welcome, quiet was interrupted by Roger who saw it appropriate to begin stirring the pot.

“It’s a shame we don’t have a gig this weekend. Was so looking forward to seeing Y/N.” He said, smirking as he doodled with a blue pen onto the back of a napkin. Brian inhaled deeply and rolled his eyes, annoyed Roger found it necessary to get everyone riled up this early in the morning. John peered at Roger from behind a magazine, sneering at him.

“Rog, can you please keep it in your pants? She’s my friend, and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop dropping us hints about how much you’d like to get in her pants.” John said, rolling his own grey eyes and focusing back on that month’s issue of Rolling Stone. Roger laughed but didn’t look up, extremely focused on his drawing of what Brian assumed, from his view, was a dog.

“C’mon, Deaks! I get that she’s your friend and all, but you can’t deny she’s fit.” Roger said smugly, grinning from ear to ear with a cockiness that made Brian nauseous.

“Yeah, Rog. I can see that, I have eyes, but all I’m asking is that you not discuss your sexual fantasies involving her with the lot of us.” John said, huffing out an exasperated breath. Roger sat back, disgustingly smug. He shrugged and crossed one leg over the other.

“Can’t help it. I mean, she’s a total babe. Nice tits, and not to mention her bum. I’ll tell ya, I’d like to- “

“Stop talking about her like that.” Brian hissed from the other side of the room, absolutely seething. Roger turned to him, still smug, and gave him a challenging glare.

“What’s your problem, Bri? Are you mad you haven’t got the gall to try and get into her knickers?” He said, smirking as he tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch. Freddie’s eyes widened, and John was still shocked Brian was brave enough to even attempt to call out Roger. Brian set down his cup of coffee and crossed his arms over his chest, his full weight shifting onto his left leg. He huffed, growing angry and feeling slightly flustered. Roger tilted his head with both eyebrows raised, awaiting his reply.

“No, Rog, it’s not that. Just think you should have some respect. You’re being a proper dick right now.” Brian said simply, furrowing his brows Roger’s way. Roger’s face and chest grew red, his reputation of flying off the handle on the brink of being on full display. He scoffed, shaking his head.

“No, Bri. I just think you’re just chapped because I’m not afraid to go after what I want. You envy me.” Roger spit, shifting in his seat to face Brian. Freddie and John were stunned. Arguments among them were always lighthearted, this seemed malicious. Brian laughed in disbelief, shaking his head, curls bouncing softly.

“Envy you? Sure, Rog, if that helps you sleep at night.” Brian said, dismissively waving a hand as he turned to pour himself more coffee, already wanting this conversation to end. Roger was angry now; he didn't like being shamed, especially from the likes of Brian. 

“What the fuck is your problem, May? So, what if I want to shag her? What does it matter to you?”

“Cuz’ I fancy her, alright!” Brian shouted, breathing shaky and fists clenched. The room fell silent and Brian witnessed a rare emotion for Roger cross his face, regret. Only for a moment though, as Roger’s trademark smirk soon returned to its usual position in mere seconds. He leant back on the couch and reached for a cigarette on the stool beside him.

“Well, you’re shit at showing it.” Roger mumbled, lighting the cigarette hung loosely between his lips. Brian’s shoulders relaxed but he grew confused.

“What?” Brian asked, his eyebrows still drawn together. Roger huffed and sat up.

“Brian, you may be an astrophysicist, but you truly are daft. If you would have made an effort to show me you fancied her, I would have backed off. I’m not a complete asshole.” Roger said, puffing on his cigarette.

“News to me.” Freddie mumbled, and John laughed into his hand. Roger promptly flicked him off and all attention was back to Brian, who was still a bit shocked to say the least. Roger sighed frustrated, already reaching for a second cigarette.

“Brian, just grow a pair and go get her. Nothing’s stopping you now.” He said, returning his concentration back to drawing. Brian felt relief flood his chest and a breathy laugh escaped him. He ran to the coat rack, fishing for his jacket and pulling it over his lithe frame. Brian turned to the three men, giving Roger a nod which he returned with a playful eye roll and smile. Brian got to work on the lock of the door, flinging it open. John sat up in his chair, his arms supporting his weight.

“You break her heart and your ass is mine, May!” John called as Brian stumbled out of the door, giving John a thumbs up through the opening before it shut. The remaining three all relaxed in their seats, the previous tension in the room now dissipating.

“This is definitely not how I imagined my morning going.” Freddie stated from his seat and John nodded in solemn agreement, burying his face in a pillow beside him.

tag list: @ourfracturedomens @ladylannisterxo @arrowswithwifi @discoball-deaky @everybodyplaythegame @rogerlad @queenbbarnes @mackers125 @alexfayer @borhapqueen92 @thesecondlastjedi @dashlilymark @joe-mozzarello @goodoldfashionedlovergal @readinghorn @disn3yfreak (this is the official tag list for the fic; if you'd like to be added, please let me know!)

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15 questions tag game!

I finally got around to this and had a bit too much fun. Blame the roleplayer in me! So the characters I chose are my OC, Sira, and her twin sister Tira from Soul Calibur, based on my currently untitled WIP which is essentially a love letter to some of my favorite video game franchises (so there's tidbits of canon info from Soul Calibur specifically mixed with what I have below). I hope it's acceptable to use a canon character here though. I've worked with Sira and Tira for so long and due to the circumstances of how they were raised - among other things - having one without the other is nearly impossible, especially for something like this. Thanks for tagging me @coffehousecreations!

 1. What is your full name?

Tira: Uh-oh! How unfortunate!~ If that info got out, you'd hav'ta die *giggles* We just got here, can't have ya killed so early in, right?

Sira: You'll have to settle with calling us Sira-

Tira: -and Tira! Mmmkay?

2. What does your name mean?

Tira: Mine is the feminine form of Týr, Norse god of combat. Alternate spelling though

Sira: I read somewhere that mine is derived from Seirios which means sun-bright. And Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. Either way you slice it, it's irony at its finest. 3. What are your nicknames/other names?

Tira: Hmmm, got too many to list. I'm Jolly but only Gloomy *gestures to Sira* calls me that. Got lotsa bird nicknames too! Hahahaha, most people call us The Tiras since they're too lazy to tell us apart. Can't say I blame 'em. We look a bit -too- much alike, 'specially when we're in the same personality at the time.

Sira: Thing One and Two, Griffon calls us that.

Tira: A fun one we've been called is the Double Mint Twins 'cuz of the teal we put in our hair sometimes!

4. What’s your gender?

Sira/Tira: Cis female.

  5. What’s your sexuality?

Sira: Ugh, labeling is sooo stupid.

Tira: We like who we like as long as they're not boring. Or loser goody-goodies.

 6. Where are you from?

Sira: Again with wanting classified info? Tch, I should just kill you right here n' now, save the guild some trouble.

Tira: Gloomy, it's still too soon for that. Wait a little while longer.

7. How old are you?

Sira/Tira: Seventeen!

Sira: ...as far as you know.

8. Any special talents?

Tira: Murder's a talent! We can also tell your exact measurements just by lookin at'cha. If we like you enough, we'll make clothes for you~

Sira: We can recite Rap God flawlessly.

Tira: We're also leagues above Disney Princess when it comes to animals~

9. Do you have kids?

Tira: We kidnapped one for Soul Edge if that counts! Her mother wanted her back but we wanted to keep playing. So too bad for her! Her daughter's the only worthy heir of Soul Edge!

Sira: Could her face be any more annoying though? Makes me sick!

Tira: If that doesn't count, there's our Watchers. Malfested crows and ravens that our master gave us. Best present ever! Gloomy and I even raised some of our own.

Sira: We'll definitely be held responsible for what'll happen if you hurt 'em.

10. What’s your aesthetic?

 Sira/Tira: Bird feathers, crows, ravens, hula hoops, circuses, carnivals, witchcraft animals, pentagrams, harlequins, blood, animal bones, scars, body paint, hair dye, torn clothes, skulls, Satanism symbols, duality, fairytales, dancing, musical techniques, and gymnastics

11. Who’s your best friend?

 Tira: Besides each other? Well, there's the DMC Crew! They're our flockmates!

Sira: Hmph, I suppose I don't hate them as much as I do everyone else.

Tira: They're all so cool! Got a new guy in our circle now. Name's V! We gravitate towards each other, sometimes without even meaning to.

Sira:...Strangely enough...

 Tira: He's noticed it by now too. But yeah~ 

12. Would you ever get a piercing / tattoo?

 Sira/Tira: Used safety pins for our eyebrows once.

Sira: Before your gripe, pipe down! We cleaned 'em!

Tira: We don't do that much anymore though. But we like piercings and tats on other people!

13. When are you happiest?

 Sira/Tira: During a killing spree!

Tira: It's our favorite hobby! Killing's so much better when it's not work! Have you ever sat down and watched someone bleed out? *giggles* Better than watching paint dry! Pure heaven~

Sira: It's so peaceful. Jolly gets too carried away with the fancy stuff though. She can't even kill without opening her trap.

Tira: Yeah, Gloomy gets angry when I go overboard. But I can't help it when I'm having so much fun slicin' and dicin'! >.< You act like you're not having a great time, Gloom, but I catch ya laughin'! 'sides, you nearly get us into trouble too, goin' over the top with people around!

14. What’s your biggest secret?

 Sira: The thing about secrets is that you ain't gotta know unless you wanna die! You clearly look like you wanna!

Tira: Can we kill 'em now, puhleeeeeze? I'm getting bored-uh.

15. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Tira: We usually notice a trademark thing about someone. Like this guy - think his name's Maxi - he has Elvis hair!

Sira: Our friend, Juri, has this super sick implant in her left eye!

Tira: Are we done now?...Great! Now then, let's get started okay? No point in dragging this out any further *summons her ringblade*

Sira: Finally! *summons her ringblade* Where shall we begin?!

I'm too lazy to tag anyone right now. So if anyone wants to do this, feel free! Just tag me ^.^

This was fun, I'm glad I did it!

[pureblooded-outcast]

HOW THE MUN RUNS THEIR BLOG .

SPEED. 

It honestly depends on how i’m feeling emotionally and what’s up irl along with how my muse is doing (don’t forget work, gotta deal with that too). As of right now, I’m hyper-focused on my hp blog more then my main blog so pokemon stuff has slowed a bit. I’m mostly lurking a lot so if you send a message to my im’s there's a 60% chance I will answer so if you wanna reach out to me about threads or smth that’s the way to do it. 

REPLIES. 

Honestly, I will post threads right after I finish writing them, or post them as soon as I finish writing out all the replies I owe from drafts. I’ve thought of queueing things but I keep stuffing aesthetics/memes/musing stuff in there and I rather not put a specific date of when this post should be posted because- well I'm lazy lmao Also if I did queue things i’d forget they were in there until it gets posted... that’d take a while. 

I try to match length most of the time and in doing so I sometimes go over the length necessary but if i’m satisfied with a short reply, i’m not going to force myself to up the word count. I don’t mind if my partner does short replies, as long as it’s not one or two words to my longer reply- it honestly just hurts my feelings tbh and makes me think of an old partner that forced themselves to rp with me cuz “they had no other choice” beside me. If it’s a chat thread then yeah one or two lines is fine and im not going to flip a lid or nothin. 

I have icons but they aren’t used much due to most of my partners not using them, but if you have icons then I’m ready to rumbles since I’ve been adding icons to my folder for a while due to boredom. 

STARTERS. 

100% of the starters I write are usually come out of left field and are written due to high muse and no replies to do. At this moment in time I have 11 open starters in my drafts but haven’t posted them due to knowing no one will answer them and I- just want someone to answer them ya know? Waste of a perfectly good written starter ya know. I’ve tried throwing out starter calls before but I think I’m better off kicking my anxiety to the curb and trying to privately message people instead. I mean?? so far it’s worked before and I’ve had nice chats with a few people... I still feel awkward at times mid messages so I’m just left going “ughg !?!??? w h at word”

pssttI’mm always down to be tagged in random shit just to let u know 

INBOX. 

My inbox is always open for mostly anything?? no m!a’s tho, not up for that I seriously just want to do stuff with other muses and not magical anons- also half the stuff from them is crack and while I have fun with that I want to plot or just two muses chatting

SELECTIVITY. 

I’m selective in a sense, I’m not too picky with who I follow  but it happens on my terms and after I read the persons rules/about/ read through a thread to see how they write etc. If we talk ooc it’s guaranteed that I’ll have more threads with you since I can scream about our characters interactions with each other with you personally. I just like being able to know the people I roleplay with and talk with them about what they want to happen in thread ect. Though I find it’s hard talking to ppl aahhah... 

WISHLIST. 

Wow okay, this is kinda hard?? some of the things are very character specific really.... Or just specific parts of Gladions backstory- like someone sneaking into a classroom they think is empty only to find Gladion trying to produce a patronus; someone catching Gladion shaking after watching polyjuced moody use crucio on a spider; someone catching him out late at night in the forbidden forest only to find he’s practicing darker spells; post-war Gladion going through a ptsd episode in front of someone; Gladion on the battlefield- covered in blood, ( his?? someone elses?? you just don’t know.) yelling out spell after spell trying to find Lillie because she wanted to fight too. post-war Gladion who is cold as ice, depressed/tired and holed up in his mansion unable to move past the war feeling as if he still has to fight but there is nothing left to fight physically against.

Third year has so many things going on Gladion wise that it’s nuts, from his night terrors, his self taught Occlumency going south, his reaction to the dementor on the train, the class seeing his boggart for the first time- I got a lot. I can talk anyone's ear off about my ideas for my character. 

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Passage

Sequel to Red Cheeks!

Langst: basically Lance decides not to be all goofy and stuff. (not Season 6 compliant cuz in this they're not coming home yet and the castle's there, and Keith is in the Blade also clone Shiro is still fooling every one for plot reasons )

.+++++++++++++.

Lance isn't the type to be mad at someone

Lance isn't the type to frown at his friends

Lance isn't the type to be always serious

But during bad days, Lance doesn't have to be Lance.

Everyone has their bad days, the usual victim is Pidge. Not accustomed to sleeping early Pidge has a tendency to wake up with a terrible headache.

Next was Keith, it was at no question since he was already known as a hot head.

In consecutive, Shiro, having nightmares yet his kindness usually puts down his crankiness from the lack of sleep. Hunk, only has bad days when he helps Pidge with her night long projects.

They all have their reasons, they all have their history in why they become moody in the morning .

Lance thinks he doesn't . He wasn't suffering from PTSD, he didn't have codes to process and he's just a cheerful guy with confidence and enthusiasm that's actually able to lift anyone's spirit

Which is why everyone staggered seeing Lance looking terrible.

Slouching, brows furrowed, scowling on every inconvenience and worst of all he actually glared at Hunk and ignored his question if Lance wanted to join him, Keith and Pidge on cooking.

"Guys is Lance alright?" Hunk broke the silence the second Lance left.

"Yeah, was he struck by Haggar's spell or something?" with nothing but a quick glance Pidge returned to one of her projects

Keith thought for a second " we haven't had any attacks for days, its the best we've been for months"

They wonder what happened to Lance, why was he so off

(some days ago)

After Lance's black out red ran in auto pilot, luck for her just as Lance passed out the rest of the team was able to fend off the galra and save their King. Hunk saw red fly back to the castle

"Hey Lance, where are you going? " Hunk only received a growl from Yellowand no answer from Lance , Yellow telepathically telling that the red paladin needs help. "What? Hey guys, Yellow said Lance needs help! "

"the king wants us to meet him, maybe you could handle Lance's hurt wrist or something" Keith shrugged and left Hunk and followed the Blue and Green Lion "Coran" Allura started "Could you prepare the med bay, Lance is injured"

"is that true my boy? " Coran asked Lance

...

No answer

"Lance? "

Hunk hurried to Lance's lion the minute that reached the castle, Red opened her jaw letting Hunk in.

He saw Lance passed out on his seat, panting, and he was bathing in sweat.

"LANCE!" he quickly picked up Lance and felt how hot he was. "Coran, prepare the healing pod Lance has a terrible fever, he needs to be treated now!"

Coran and Hunk did the process, changing the clothes and putting Lance in the pod. Hunk told the other paladins with what happened

(present time)

The pod opened a little too early than expected ,having only hunk near pod helping coran out since Lance wasn't there to do it.

Right after Lance woke up he greeted the paladins and reassured them that he was fine. He left saying he needed rest, nothing else . Of course they didn't stop him, even when they were still concerned and uneasy .

Something's wrong ,they all thought.

On Lance's exit Pidge joked with a hint of concern "Huh, Lance didn't flirt with allura, that's a first" everyone agreed with their brow knitted upward of worry, Keith quickly followed Lance

"Paladins, we should go an get some rest" Allura had the paladins return to their normal activities

Lance retreated to his bed, facing the ceiling.

There's still a soft headache pulsing in his head , he wasn't fully healed since he seemed to want to go out if the pod as fast as possible .

About 70...

He was able to destroy about 70 fighter jets

69? 71? Probably even more.

He tried to remember what he did on why he was able to take down so many fighter jets

He remembered how he refused to hesitate on his actions, the adrenaline all over his body, he remembered running on instinct just so he could contribute to the team

Was he able to help the team? Or did he cause more problems than the number of fighter jets he took down? He remembered why he was like that

He was scared of bringing everyone down

He was scared of being a bad paladin

He didn't want to dissapoint them

Most especially he didn't want to be a big failure, a failure that gets himself hurt, gets other hurt and a failure as a paladin for not being able to pilot a lion.

It hurts him remembering that Black didn't think he wasnt a worthy black paladin, it was Keith. It hurts that red shut him out. What hurts the most was Blue, his original Lion, the first lion to pick him, who chose him, who he took care of and loved shut him out.

With all this on his mind he thought

Am I not enough? Am i getting worse and worse as a paladin?

He starts to evaluate himself

I joke alot , mostly to lift up everyone's spirits. Though, lately I always get yelled at if not no-one listens no one laughs

I always take care of myself, using creams and face masks, I'm a laid back guy. But there's no time for relaxing when youre the universe's only hope, I should train, not wasting my time

I put others over myself. I'm a burden, my millions of mistakes irritate people or worse I bring them down

I'm the sharpshooter. It's just a nickname. Anyone can shoot. There's a reason why I'm the seventh wheel.

I'm a people person...

Lance suddenly snickers but soon faded to a frown

Says the guy who's isolating himself

huh

He wondered, when did he start isolating himself?

He had Hunk, his best bud, his best friend

Team Punk does it again!

He remembers

Hunk's closer to Pidge now, I mean, it's normal, they have the same kind of job. They're always together, because, they always have work to do. Unlike me, who's just goofing off

Allura and Coran are really close aren't they? 'cuz I mean they're the last alteans left. I remember that they tell each others stories, reminiscing the past.

Keith and Shiro, they're basically brothers! Shiro's not here though. But I can't just go on and suddenly tag along Keith, not to mention that I kept pushing that we were rivals a lot.

He sighs, he thought

I'm all alone huh

Probably because no one needs a goofball

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Parts 1 2 3 

[alemeino-blog]

You're More Than Enough

Pairing: Kustard(like what other ship ya gonna write Ale?)

Tags:(haha pain) Implied suicide attempt, mentioned depression, hurt/comfort, angst, light smut if ya wince,

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Sleep usually was their time of relaxation. Especially for Sans, loving the feeling of Red's arms pulling him close and securely, protecting him from any of the outside forces. His smile would be genuine as he managed fall asleep peacefully, knowing the other would be there in the morning, hearing the pulse of magic from the monster next to him. He loved that feeling more than the stars he would see in his dreams. 'heh, only Red is my star,' Sans would often think.

But today wasn't one of those days.

Sans couldn't sleep. Couldn't even close his eyes without fearing the other would be gone when they opened again. Red may have his eyes closed, may have shown no signs of distress, but Sans knew better. He felt how his breaths were short and choppy. Saw the trails of red translucent magic going down his face. And Sans also saw way Red's eyes were scrunched close.

He was faking it.

But Sans rather have the other pretending then off trying to-

The quiet barely did anything to hide the hiccups he gave, trying to hold it down fearing Red might hear him. Last thing he needed was making Red feel worse than the state he found him in.

Lacking the sight of the skeleton in the house, was enough to make Sans' soul pound with fear. Wasting no time he ran to where it would lead to. The place of which brought so many, and Sans didn't dare think of those who wouldn't come back. Frantically, he pushed past any monsters that just were to be in his way. Luckily, Waterfall was a mostly isolated place, the silence accompanying. Slipper against rock echoed through the caverns, Sans reaching speeds that would surprise the heck outta Papyrus. He would never be bothered to run his fast, run at all.

But for Red?

He would drink all the mustard in the goddamn world.

His steps felt squishier, as water splashed onto his tibia and fibula. He didn't look up, worrying that that extra seond would he just a second late before Red-

"S-,s-,sweetheart?"

His voice. Just that was enough for the skeleton to open his eye, to stop abruptly, causing the water to hurt in front of him. Almost as if they were hands, trying to pull Red to him but disappearing after getting there too late.

But it wasn't that they were late.

Just that they couldn't reach.

Red looked back at him, the red trails a telltale sign. His body shook, predicting the emotional collapse as it begged for the gates to open already. He was just a few inches from the edge, a few inches from the dark pit that raised so many questions.

A few inches, from death.

Sans wanted to slap him across the face, but his hands gently went to the others scarred ones. He wanted to push him off, to yell at him for being such a fucking idiot. Yet his arms moved to embrace him, his head burrying in that turtleneck as he felt Red's soul pulse.

He wanted to scold him for making him run at this time of night, but he found himself whimpering, tears forming in his sockets. Before the other could react he pushed himself off, holding back the beads of magic that wanted the skeleton to pull him close, to stroke his shaking form and tell him everything would be alright.

But he wasn't the one in need.

"Red," Sans said, using all his strengths to keep his voice from quivering. "What are you doing out here? Especially at this late at night?" It was a rhetorical question really. But it could be the only way to get Red to open up, to let all those emotions out.

"N-,n-,nothing heh," Red said, plastering on a smile. But he knew Sans wasn't falling for it. "Jus' takin' a l-,l-,late stroll."

"Out here?," Sans said, returning a grin. "Look if you're feeling down in the dumps you can tell me." Red chuckled, before they turned to hiccups as red magic trailed down his face. Sans walked towards the skeleton, grateful he wasn't lying like he usually did.

"It's alright," he cooed, gently tracing his hand across the other's face. The response was Red's eyelights locked on him, yet they were shaking with fear and forlorn. "I'm here." He tried, making his words as gentle as possible while hiding his own anxiety. Without a thought he wrapped his arms around Red, and teleported them home.

When they got home Red didn't even talk things out, just called it a night and walked upstairs to their shared room. Sans wanted to pressure on, but feared making things worse. So he could only follow, Red not bothering to take his jacket off as he laid on the bed. As soon as he did, Sans sat on the bed, arranging Red's head to rest in his laps as he stroke it gently.

He still was, only his methaphorical throat was choking with sobs. He couldn't, not with Red's state. He knew that bastard would set his own feelings to the side and comfort him, push away all his pain just to wipe away his tears and tell him it was fine. That he was okay as long as he was smiling.

Lies.

Why couldn't Red tell him? Why couldn't Red let Sans be that shoulder the other was for him every time he needed? Why did he have to be so fucking stubborn and hide his pain from him? Why couldn't Red just let him help?

Sans sighed frustrated, but it came out shaking, a tear finding its way down and dripping onto Red's skull. Looking down, ready to wipe it away quickly, he was met with red eyelights. He stood frozen, as if in trance with those crimsom lights and like a revealing spell, more tears trailed down the skeleton's face. Before the other could wipe away his tears and once more, force his feelings down, Sans pushed it away.

"N-,no Red," he said. "You're not pushing your feelings aside again. You're not dealing with this by yourself again. Goddamn it Red just fucking talk to me. I'm here for you, you can trust me I promise I can help you just please..." God he was begging for that hand again so he could lay his head against it, letting it hold all his thoughts that weighed down his mind. "Don't forget that you're important, just b-,because of m-,me." God he hated when his voice cracked, but he wouldn't let himself cry. Red needed him more, needed to talk needed that shoulder to cry on.

Red looked at Sans, tears still in his eyes as he reached up to trace his fingers across Sans' cheekbones. Sans didn't resist, if this is what it got for Red to talk, hopefully, then he would go along.

"Will it g-,get ya to q-,quit woryin' over sh-,shity ol' me?," Red asked, looking up at Sans with both concernity and need. Sans sighed, this wasn't what he wanted. 'Damn you Red for being so fucking caring,' Sans thought, but nodded anyways. They could talk about this later anyways.

"Heh, Ah'm jus' tired ya know," he chuckles. "Tired of havin' tah make ya deal with mah shit, tired of endin' up hurtin' ya cuz Ah can't fuckin' control it." Tears began trailing down as Red continued. "Now look at me, cryin' like a fucking pathetic idiot. H-,hurtin' ya more than Ah already did... M-,makin' ya run out in the middle of the goddamn n-,night..." Red looked as if he wanted to continue, but Sans couldn't take Red beating himself up anymore.

"Stop it," Sans said firmly, holding back a sob at the sight of seeing the person he loved so dearly hating himself so much. "Stop blaming yourself for all these little things! We all make mistakes and sometimes emotions get the best of us but that's no exuse to kill yourself! Red I don't care if I have to run across the whole damn underground for a whole day just to remind you how much you're worth, just to remind you to not give up because there will always be people who care. Because I will always be waiting here with my arms open, ready for you to cry your problems and I won't judge. Instead I'll keep telling you the same thing over and over again and I'll show you just how much you mean to me, and how much value you have."

Sans never noticed when Red had gotten up so when Red grabbed his chin and leaned in for a kiss he nearly jumped, but then melted into the kiss as Red's tongue danced with his. Sans grabbed the other's jacket, pulling him deeper into the heated kiss. He felt Red's hand on his chest and let the other push him down, Sans never letting go of the other's jacket. He was here, here on top of him, here dominating his mouth, here alive. They parted, a web of purple saliva connecting them.

"Yer too good fer me sweetheart," Red smiles, only stains of the red magical trails left. "Ah don't deserve ya.."

Sans smiled, tracing his fingers gently against Red's face, wiping out one of the trails left. He didn't care how many times he had to say it, and how many more he would. Just to make sure, he would always look up at Red, and smile at him genuinely, his face showing nothing but the pure love his words spilled out next.

"Red, you deserve all the good in the goddamn world."

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Everyone: Holy shit that depressed ass is alive? El gasp!

Yes unfortunately I have come again with another shit fic ha ha. This one on a bit of the angstier side. But welp been feeling like shit latetly. But yo, I will do some rare shit

Talk on le fic!

So yeah plenty of ya peeps know about mah issue and shit so may freak ya out how I am writing from the outside perspective. Okay shit is I ship Kustard in the way both have depression and both help each other out but, in the same sense that they each deal with it differently. It was sorta hard for me writing in the outside perspective that still had that understandment, in which I still failed XD. Still I just don't care and it came to me this morning and it is fucking 5 AM so fuck off!!!

Oh yeah and, yo all you sinners

Have fun ;)

Another thing is this might be a sequel to Just Enough probably? Eh

And shout out to @ask-sugar-skull-sans for being my Sans(IN THE PLATONIC WAY YOU SINNERS)

[peter-pan-hoe]

Another World Entirely Epilogue pt 1/?

So yeah I’m thinkin either a short epilogue of like 2-3 parts or maybe even a mini series that will continue after all the stuff.

Warning: idk probably swearing i don’t remember, kinda stress, yeah...

Word Count: 1.597

MASTERLIST

ANOTHER WORLD ENTIRELY SERIES

GIFs not mine. 

Enjoy

           13 Months after The Heroes came to -and left- Neverland.

   “What’s wrong?” I heard Peter ask from the doorway.

I didn’t answer I just threw the object of my frustrations against the wall.

My shoe.

He chuckled and picked it up, coming to crouch beside where I sat on the floor.

   “Now what did the shoe ever do to you?” he cocked his eyebrow and examined my shoe in his hands.

   “It’s just shitty because I can’t think up decent shoes!” I tossed the other shoe out the window with a huff.

He dropped the first shoe and took hold of my hands, pulling my up to my feet as he stood.

   “Considering your magical abilities saved the island - and me - I think you can figure out how to conjure up decent shoes,” he laughed.

   “It’s not just the shoes,” I confessed.

   “What do you mean?” he guided me to the porch outside the tree house.

   “I don’t know,” I wasn’t sure if I should tell him my worries.

It wasn’t anything bad really. 

I was just panicking about what consequences I'd brought about since saving Peter.

   "love, you've been distant for a while," he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rested his chin on the top of my head.

   "I'm sorry," I mumbled into hsi chest. "I've just had a lot on my mind,"

I sighed and pulled back so i could look up at him.

   "I've been worried that I messed up the timeline too badly," I explained. "I've learned from seeing others fuck it up that fate has a way of turning things badly,"

   "You've seen others fuck up timelines?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion. "How?"

   "Not personally," I chuckled halfheartedly. "Remember what I told you when we first met, about Tv and the Internet?"

   "Yeah," he looked down as he recalled the conversation from my first night here. "That's how you knew everything about me,"

   "Well there are stories of a guy that can run faster than anything, so fast he can run back in time and mess things up. And his issues are what have tought me these things," I said seriously.

I couldn't believe I was giving Peter Pan lessons on time travel do's and don't's based on what I'd seen in the Flash.

My life has certainly changed since coming here.

   "Okay so what do you want to do?" his question surprised me.

I hadn't thoguht about how I could remedy my stress.

   "I don't know," I said, thinking hard. "Maybe we could go to Storybrooke?"

   "Where's that?" he asked.

   "It's where the Heroes live," I told him, stepping away and picking up my stupid fucking shoe.

   "You know where they live?" he leaned back against the wall.

I gave him a knowing look.

   "Right," he laughed. "Tv and the Internet. You know everything,"

I was sitting with felix by the fire that evening when he'd clearly noticed I wasn't paying attention to whatever he was saying to me.

   "Hey," he nudged me with his elbow. "Where's your head at?"

   "Just thinking fo stuff," I mumbled through a mouthfull of bread and meat.

   "Yeah no shit," he chuckled. "What's the stuff you're thinkin' about?"

   "Just all the stuff I messed up to save the island," I sighed.

   "What's got you so worried?" he asked.

   "There are just some key events that started a chain of other key events and I'm worried I stopped some or all of those key events from happening," I finished my sentence and took a deep breath.

   "You just said 'key events' like 40 times," he laughed softly. "Why don't you go see if you messed up the timeline? Go to wherever the kid is and see if everything's okay?"

   "I suggested that to Peter," I smiled at how in sync I was with my best friend.

   "Then I guess that's the plan you should go with," he turned to me with a smirk.

But I still had an obstical to move past before I could do that.

I'd said goodnight to the boys and headed up to the tree house where Peter was in his usual spot on the windowsill looking out over the forest.

   "I think we should go to Storybrooke," he said to me as I walked in.

   "But I can't," I said firmly. "I've had the island's healing water. I can't leave,"

   "You can if you leave a piece of yourself behind and vow to return," he smiled truimphantly.

   "A piece of myself?" I said thoughtfully. "You mean like a finger or toe? Because Ineed all of those,"

   "No stupid," he laughed and jumped down from the window to face me properly. "Leave behind your shadow,"

Having mentally prepared for a trip out of Neverland, and physically prepared by having Peter instruct his shadow gently rip off my shadow without killing me like Greg, (it still really fucking hurt though,) we set out to travel to Storybrooke via a magic bean.

One of many beans Peter had been saving for a rainy day.

We each had one spare for a way home.

   "Alright boys," I shouted to the lost boys who had gathered around us to see us off. "Felix is in charge and he has been instructed to lock any badly behaved boys in the echo caves,"

There was bunch of groans and whispers from the boys and a chuckle from Peter by my side.

   "Okay bye everyone!" he yelled, not really being one for 'farewells,' and tossed one of his magic beans to the ground.

The boys stepped back as the portal appeared and Peter reached for my hand.

With a quick goodbye wave to the boys I jumped, Peter in tow, with a clear image of the road leading in and out of Storybrooke in my mind.

I wanted to scream but instead focused on getting us to the right place.

We landed with a thud in the tall grass that grows on the side of the road.

   "Are we in the right place?" Peter said nervously.

I looked up and down the empty road.

There, just on the far side of a spray painted red line, a sign that read:

“Leaving Storybrooke”

My hands flew to my mouth and I laughed.

   "We're here," I practically squeaked as I spun around taking in my surroundings. "Oh my gods I can'tbelive I'm actually here,"

   "You're so cute when you're excited," Peter laughing at me caused me to stop and run to him.

   "I'm so happy I woke up on Neverland that day," I grinned as I jumped into his waiting arms. "I'm so glad I met you,"

   "Okay okay," he chuckled and put me down. "We're here for a reason remember?"

   "Oh shit!" I suddenly panicked. "You're Peter Pan!"

   "Yes I know," he looked at me confused.

   "The heroes knwo who you are," I ran my hands through my hair as I thought of what to do. "You can't just go walking around the streets of Storybrooke looking like Mr Gold's teenage father who kidnapped Henry!"

   "'Mr Gold'?" Peter raised his eyebrow at the unfamiliar name.

   "That's Rumple's name here," I explained. "Cuz in the enchanted forest he was know for his ability to spin straw into gold,"

   "Weird," he mumbled. "Do you reckon we'll run into him?"

   "I don't know," I said thoughtfully. "But if we do we can't let him recognise you. We need to put a glamour spell over you so no one know's you're you,"

   "Okay but what about you?" he asked as he waved his hand with green shimmering mist following as he practiced his glamour spell.

   "No one knows me," I chuckled at him.

   "Hook does," he reminded me of the day Hook and his men came to Neverland and I was the one who greeted them.

   "He stank of liquor that day I doubt he remembers," I laughed at the memory of the day I met Captain Hook.

   "True enough," Peter shrugged then waved his hand gently in front of his face.

There was a soft shimmering around him but I didn't see any difference.

   "Nup, didn't work," I said bluntly.

   "Yes it did," he laughed gently before summoning up a mirror and looking at himself.

I moved behind him and looked over his shoulder at the strange face in the mirror.

He had the same coloured hair and eyes but his facial structure was different. His cheeks werent as angular and his lips not as plump. His ears also didn't stick out as much.

   "Ew," I grumbled at the new look.

   "What?" he looked at me over his shoulder before dissolving the mirror and turning to me fully. "I made it so you can see through it,"

   "I figured but you still look funny in the mirror," I shrugged.  "You also need differnt clothes,"

Using my own magic to summon up a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t shirt and a dark green flannel. "Put these on," 

He started taking off his clothes to change but I stopped him.

   "Alright kiddo," I shoved the clothes I'd summoned into his arms. "As much as I would love to see you take off your clothes right now, it's actually against the law to do that. It's called streaking to most but the autorities call it indecent exposure. Just do a quick change with magic,"

he shook his head with a confused laugh but did as I asked.

He stood before me and nervously tugged at the flannel.

   "You look fine sweetie," I took his hand and started walking. "Now let's get going,"

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[lit-hp]

#HP/LV fic rec hub ~Special Edition~ Dynamics

#HP/LV fic rec hub ~Special Edition~ This is a special edition that no one asked for, but brought to you anyway. These aren't Harrymort, but they do have a good dynamic between the two so I thought that they should be in the hub. Or they could just be really slow burns in which they develop a good platonic relationship before a romantic one. I suppose that there isn't much in terms of smut, but they all have an interesting mentor/enemy/ally dynamic going on. Some stories are those that I've recommended before, but for the sake of compiling all the mentor fics together, I hope that none of you mind. As per usual, please read what the author has tagged before reading. And also please check out their other works! These stories are not listed in any particular order, just by whatever I find first! Again, if you have any recommendations, please PM me or just add them on cuz I'd love to read them too! This will be updated when I pass them by; I just wanted to post the starter points. —————////////————— 1. Keep Your Enemies Closer by Riddletobien Summary: "Voldemort discovers the existence of his human horcrux and soon after, wizarding Britain yields to his reign. With his friends' lives on the line, the last thing Harry needs is the mocking voice of Tom Riddle whispering inside his head. And why do the Dark Lord's Marks make him feel restless? AU LV/HP mentoring, no slash. Or: how Harry learned to see things from the grey side." https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6512582/1/Keep-Your-Enemies-Closer —————////////————— 2. Draught of the Living Death by HippoParty Summary: "Harry walked into the forest and Voldemort reclaimed his seventh Horcrux. Now, five hundred years have passed and after centuries of slumber, Harry is about to wake up. One shot." Complete. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11906882/1/Draught-of-Living-Death —————////////————— 3. Tender Tale of Darkness by Mara94 "Summary: Little Harry adores his new friend Tom, even if he is inside of a locket." A personal favorite of mine. http://archiveofourown.org/works/7623328/chapters/17354179 —————////////————— 4. Victory Day by WhiteWave14 Summary: "Harry grew up in a Rebel camp with Sirius after Voldemort's triumph over Wizarding Britain. Burdened by the Prophecy, he begins to doubt the Rebels' morals and slowly gets caught in his fascination for a certain Dark Lord. AU. Slow-paced slash, HPLV." It hasn't led to Slash as of yet, so I thought this could be good on here. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8913361/1/Victory-Day —————////////————— 5. Feathers and Fireballs by Na'hiel Summary: "While fleeing Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries, Harry is drenched by not one, but two different potions, which he forgets about when Sirius is killed. The potions do not forget about him, however, and in the middle of the summer, Harry is transformed into something else. The transformation has disastrous consequences. Slash. See warnings inside the story." https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12050840/1/Feathers-and-Fireballs —————////////————— 6. The Broken Boy by behindthealias "Summary: Young Harry Potter is endowed with the power to recall the dead and manipulate the strange currents of magic. The spirits take a liking to him and he embarks on a quest to protect himself and to find the love that he had been deprived of for too long.” More of a Hurt/Comfort story as Harry is too young for romance right now. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9656336/1/The-Broken-Boy —————////////————— 7. Solace in Shadows by The Fictionist Summary: "When Harry is kidnapped by a seemingly sixteen year old Tom Riddle at the end of his second year, he's convinced that he would do absolutely anything to escape – but "anything" can be a dangerous conviction to have, and even heroes can grow tired of fighting without hope. Sometimes, survival means making a home in the dark… Warning: Deals with Stockholm Syndrome and dark themes." https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7932144/1/Solace-in-Shadows —————////////————— 8. Embracing His True Self by DebTheSlytherinSnapeFan Summary: "Tom Riddle/Harry Potter Slash. What if Harry didn't want to fight Voldemort? What if he was fed up with the light side judging him constantly and wants to be his true self? The Slytherin side that he had squashed in a bid to fit in and be accepted? Realizing he never would...what of the prophecy? Could they overcome it? Will Voldemort even give him a chance?" https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10604318/1/Embracing-His-True-Self —————////////————— 9. Fate's Favorite by The Fictionist Summary: "You always get the stories where Harry goes back into Tom Riddle's time, then either stays or gets sent back. End of, unless he tries to make Voldemort good. But what if things went differently? What if, just once, someone followed a time traveller back?" Completed and has a prequel. Also has a fan-inspired sequel and other fanworks. This is admittedly one of my favorite Gen!Tomarry stories. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5725656/1/Fate-s-Favourite —————////////————— 10. Snake Whisper by Violet-san Summary: "Sometimes even the tiniest bit of snow can set off an avalanche. Sometimes even small, seemingly unimportant events can change the course of history forever. And sometimes, meeting a snake can lead to falling in love with your worst enemy. Fate has always had it in for Harry Potter, hasn't it? (Grey!Harry, slow moving(!) TMRxHP Slash)." https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8794482/1/Snake-Whisper —————////////————— 11. Prince of the Dark Kingdom by Mizuni-sama Summary: "Ten years ago, Voldemort created his kingdom. Now a confused young wizard stumbles into it, and carves out a destiny. AU. Nondark Harry. MentorVoldemort. VII Ch.8 In which someone is dead, wounded, or kidnapped in every scene." The Ultimate Mentor Fic, at 147 Chapters and 1,253,480 words. It's insanely long, but a very satisfying read. It may not technically be finished, but the world is just amazing! https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3766574/1/Prince-of-the-Dark-Kingdom —————////////————— 12. Oswald the Ottoman by lunakatrina Summary: "Voldemort never saw this coming! Harry aquires an ottoman…AU, ignores DH and most of HBP for it’s own sanity.” Not slash, but explores the relationship between HP and LV, if anything else. If you need something to cheer you up, read this. Crack!fic. Completed. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4045112/1/Oswald-the-Ottoman —————////////————— 13. Ice Crux by Hermione Prime Summary: "A new regime. A darker era. A stronger generation. The Boy-Who-Lived did not exist. Voldemort attained the final victory, and thus, gained limitless power. As a feared authoritarian figure, he rules both the wizarding world and Hogwarts in the shadows, killing without restriction. Anyone declared to be treacherous is condemned to death. When a talented Harry Potter, brimming with impressive potential, arrives at Hogwarts, he attracts the unwanted attention of the Dark Lord. Following a magnificent duel, Harry is blackmailed into becoming Lord Voldemort’s apprentice. Forced to confront his fate, Harry attempts to tread the dangerous waters of a Pureblood hierarchy. A tale weaved around jealousy, fate, victory, hatred, love, angst, and above all, ambition.” "This will not be romance, and will definitely not be SLASH. It’s a mentorship between Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter.” Completed. Also has a sequel, which is also completed. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8664961/1/Ice-Crux —————////////————— 14. How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Lord V by cheryl bites Summary: "Nuclear war breaks out and Voldemort casts a spell to stop time. He and Harry alone are left to defuse the missiles and prevent the war. Voldemort’s radiophobic. Oh joy. LVHP. Spoilers for HBP, none for DH." Very amusing. Cue clueless Harry working alongside a genius Voldemort as they run against the clock to destroy all the nuclear war heads. Somewhat follows canon—at least the first chapter does. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3542099/1/How-I-Learned-To-Stop-Worrying-And-Love-Lord-V —————////////————— 15. Taken by Surprise by BabblingSquirrel Summary: "Innocent and harmless as he appears, Harry Potter is anything but - and after years of sitting tight, on the move. Can the Dark Lord cope with the bombshell? Will the wizarding world ever be the same if he can? Independent!Harry, Powerful!Harry, eventual SLASH." https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9747129/1/Taken-by-Surprise —————////////—————

[theboykingofhell]

AU MEME: talk dirty to me about trashgays canon swap au cause I'm Always A Slut For It; also, maybe an AU where Nisha and Nora switch roles?? Other AU's I never get tired of hearing about: Hogwarts, werewolves, demonic possession, FDTD, any brand of horror AU...

goddamnit yknow i’m gonna talk about literally all of them……..

CANON SWAP:

gallico!nisha wrecks my entire life so hard she’s so???? i love how she gets when she gets amoral and i love how obsessive she gets and i can’t stress how much she’d try and pamper nora. how much she’d try and pamper nora literally as she’s torturing her. petting her hair, doing her make-up, washing her up??? she would never even see her blood for long because nisha would clean her up immediately after. nora hates it, there’s barely any sense of permanence that way???

and let me just say, nora is terrified at her. nora wants to trust her so badly like instantly because she’s the only one who’s nice to her but she can’t she’s so scary and she keeps hurting her but she keeps doubting what’s real and she’s dying also i just realized if this is a canon swap then AARON WOULD BE ERICH AND…!!!! aaron constantly c onstantly getting in the way.. deciding to play ‘good cop’ while nisha isn’t looking and having nora cling to him because he’s a boy and we all know how much we love nora’s compulsory het problem… how livid nisha would be… Yes.

also i have this thing with nisha losing an eye (like in the zombie au) so i want her injury post-gallico to be that. i’m just thinking of nora ‘taking care’ of nisha, and she’s got this bloodied blindfold on, and nora is just. obsessed with the idea of leading her around and nisha kind of loves it but is kinda freaked out with it. wow. gallico, my favorite romance story

ROLE SWITCH:

OH MY GOd i never thought of this…………!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

here’s the thing, it’s been established that aaron has been stalking nisha long before he actually kidnaps nora. SO! instead of getting sidetracked, he actually just straight up takes nisha. everyone freaks out. nora finds all of nisha’s obsessive notes about the case and tries to track her down and of course aaron finds her and strikes the same deal. and oh my god.

nisha literally would not be able to deal with being a vampire on her own, she already has such a problem with being… EVIL and now she’s the living embodiment of it omfg. she’d want to die every second she would just nEED to be purged and the whole torture chapter would be her begging and begging for that kind of punishment. starving herself, following aaron’s every order the second it left his mouth, she wouldn’t want nora to look at her ever. she would lose it to her bloodlust and that’d be the only time nora would be able to approach her and TBH. when nisha turns nora by accident, she would just. lose it. i think she’d just retreat into her vampire self and just never want to come out again, just obediently follow aaron until nora realizes she has to kill him.

… I’M NOT SAYING MORE CUZ SPOILERS BUT OH MAN…! VAMPIRE SLAVE NISHA… VERY NICE…

HOGWARTS:

can i just say how much i love so many of the canon plots being distributed amongst the trashgays… nora being the heir of slytherin… nisha being entered in the triwizard tournament… so what i wanna propose is…

FIRST OF ALL, their first year and dealing with the philosopher’s stone??? would be? so cute? them all figuring out deadly puzzles together aww

SECOND OF ALL, DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i would l o v e if giovanni had a rly leading role in that like i’m saying military style secret spell training i’m saying giovanni running that shit like a BOOT CAMP. 

WEREWOLVES:

LISTEN I WOULD KILL FOR THE WEREWOLF AU BECAUSE IT’S GOT MY FAVORITE! THING! OF NISHA BITING NORA AND MAKING HER TURN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

adding my favorite boys tho OH man i like thinking that giovanni and nisha are….ssssssiblings… as usual… y es…. giovanni biting nisha when she was a child and pretty much just stealing her away into the night and they just were this cute lil baby pack for the LONGEST time before giovanni started getting power both in the pack world and also in the human world in the government and shit and nisha is just this cutie lil aggressive puppy soldier he insists tag along with her!!!! SO CUTE….

i also like the idea of there being a circle of bites so, like, nora being the one to turn matthew… Nice…. because she is SO ANGRY AND SO DESTROYED BY BEING A MONSTER AND SHE HATES IT AND SHE DOESN’T WANNA BE ALONE SO HE OFFERS… OR MAYBE EVEN DOESN’T AND SHE JUST.. DOES IT CUZ IT’S HER… and giovanni is livid cuz he’s had his eye on matthew for a while and nora is ruining everything and it’s all technically nisha’s fault BAD GAY LESBIAN DOG VERY BAD

DEMONIC POSSESSION:

oh b o y… imma be honest it’s hard thinking about matthew and demonic possesison without red being there so imma pretend he’s still there. 

ACTUALLY NO…!!! matthew and nisha as exorcists!! rly wanna pair them up for this one yesyesyes. nora being possessed 100% yes. giovanni being the one to summon the demon in the first place and matthew and nisha are foiling his plans i guess he’s a cultist or something YO remember that one cult au we made. yes. also: giovanni’s plans being foiled by his GAY. nora’s exorcism being Botched by NISHA’S GAY. LOTS OF GAY RUINING THE DAY

FDTD:

WHY DO YOU WANT ME DEAD I FORGOT ABOUT THIS AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

amoral!nisha… drools.

did you know that in the second/third season katie or whatever gets this big role that’s somewhat tied to santanico or whatever idk idc i’m only saying because i’m pretty sure matthew is the katie of fdtd in that she’s pretty and everyone keeps trying to sacrifice her and she’s trying to be GOOD FOR JESUS but instead needs to kill a bunch of vamps to survive and she’s surprisingly hardcore about it

anyway i want that for matthew

also i’m crying because nora is just… s o frustrated about needing nisha she absolutely HATES it… she hates needing her like that, she also thinks she’s hella incompetent and too slow for her needs, she doesn’t listen like she should and she’s just so desperate and oh my god, aaron as? carlos? hot….,,

also the first few eps of fdtd are my absolutely favorite thing in the world. when richie thought he was crazy and seth was just freaking out cuz everyone thought he was crazy and he even thought he was crazy but he COULDN’T… LET THAT BE REALITY AND HE WAS JUST KIND OF BEATING UP ON RICHIE LIKE CMON!!!!!!!! WE GOT THIS! GET IT TOGETHER J ESUS CHRIST STOP KILLING GIRLS CMON!

PLS! THAT WITH GIOVANNI AND NISHA!!!! GIMME GIOVANNI ACTUALLY KIND OF FRANTIC AND DESPERATE CUZ THEY NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THIS FUCKING MURDER NISHA COMMITTED AND WHAT THE HELL NISHA WAS NEVER LIKE THIS AND HE CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM AS KIDS AND CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS IDEALIZED FUTURE FOR THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GIOVANNI FEELINGS

THIS IS SO MUCH