#there’s no use getting upset with how strangers choose to be fans

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[ihearthes]

Christmas Thyme Part 2

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (1st person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 3060

READ Part 1 HERE

Leaving the bank where I’ve deposited the day’s earnings, I notice Harry has his hands stuffed in his pockets as he jauntily walks beside me. “Not a fan of the cold?” I ask, and he shakes his head. 

“I’ve gotten better at it.” He huddles in his coat. “There was a time when being cold was the worst thing in the world. I would shiver no matter how many layers I had on.”

“That’s me to my core. I can be cold anytime, anywhere. But you chose to live in London instead of Los Angeles. Why?” Genuinely curious, I watch his face as we walk towards the closest chippy. I said I’d buy him dinner for his help, but I’m still trying to save every penny I can and sink it back into the business. So his usual elegant fare is not on the menu tonight, and he’ll just have to deal with that. Not that he seems the least bit upset or offended by the idea of fish and chips. 

He glances at me. 

“Oh,” I reply to his glance. “I get it. Off limits. Private. Personal.” Waving my hand, I seek to soothe him. “Don’t even worry, Harry. You don’t owe me answers to my inane questions.” 

“Sorry,” he mutters. “It’s not really a big secret or anything –”

“Doesn’t matter. You have the right to choose what you share with strangers.” 

“True.” Hunching his shoulders, he looks away from me. “It was definitely warmer in LA which I enjoyed. And I know a lot of people there – many who are friends – close friends even. But…it just never felt like home, you know? During the pandemic, I was there at first, and it just all felt so…off. Not me, you know?” 

I nod. “Same experience when I moved away from London for work. It just didn’t feel like it fit. Coming home to take care of my dad was a blessing in more ways than one.” Arriving at the chippy, I glance at my watch. “Shit. They close soon.”

“Guess we’ll have to order takeaway.” 

I don’t ask where we’ll eat it. The possibilities make my stomach flip upside down. Yanking on the handle, he holds the door for me as we walk into the blast of heat. The sultry tones of “The Christmas Song” by Greg Spero, and it makes my heart happy. Grinning, my smile widens when Harry takes my hand and twirls me around as though we had been dancing the entire way here. He waltzes me to the counter where the guy looks at us wearily. 

“We’re closing soon.” The attitude borders on surly but doesn’t quite make it. 

“No problem,” Harry replies. “We’ll have two suppers for takeaway. Mushy peas?” He asks me, and I nod eagerly. 

“We’re out of peas.” The sentence is short, and the young man who delivers it sounds bored. 

“Then just the fish and chips, my good man!” Harry’s energy is the exact opposite of our order taker who simply sighs, punches some buttons on the register, and lazily shouts, “Two suppers! Takeaway!” 

As Harry begins to remove his wallet, I playfully nudge him aside, withdrawing money from my back pocket and placing it on the counter. “My treat, remember?”

“I would never forget that.” His response is lighthearted and jolly. “After all, I slaved all day for my pay.” 

“All day?” I scoff. “Try two hours.” 

“Still…” 

“Mhm.” I follow my doubtful tone with a grin, and he grins back. I swear we stand there beaming at each other until the order is ready. It’s both dorky and endearing. Which is about what I imagined meeting this man would include – if, I mean, I’d ever thought about meeting him. 

Swinging the bag with our supper inside, Harry steps onto the pavement outside. “Where to?” 

I bite my lip. “Well, we could go trace our steps back to the shop or…” Hesitating, I finally reveal the second choice. “...my dad’s flat is just around the corner here.” I gesture with my hand, and Harry’s eyes widen before they narrow. 

“If you’re planning to kidnap me, I’ll have you know I’ve left a trail for the police to locate me.” 

“Dammit,” I smile. “Foiled again.” His teasing has put me at ease, and I start leading him to my home. “Usually I would never invite a man home when we’ve just met…” 

“Yeah? What’s different about me?” 

“I think I would have heard if there were a trail of bodies in every town you’ve visited. Not the kind of secret you could keep for long.” 

Chuckling heartily, Harry shifts to the opposite side of the sidewalk when we cross the street. It’s a gentlemanly move, and it’s one I’ve not often had the pleasure of experiencing with the men I’ve dated. Not that they’ve been oafs or criminals or horrible humans. But they haven’t been chivalrous for sure. 

When we arrive, I push open the gate and lead Harry to my garden flat. The front door leads us directly into the reception room. 

“I thought you’d lived here for a couple of years?” Harry asks, surveying the boxes on the floor. 

“Christmas decorations,” I laugh. “I’ve not had a chance to put anything up yet since I’ve been so busy with the store.” Removing the takeaway bag from his hand, I move towards the kitchen. “Let me put this on real plates.” 

“Don’t do that,” Harry interjects. “No need for you to have to tidy up dishes.” 

“Special occasion! I’ve got company.” From the cupboard, I withdraw plates for us. Opening the containers, I snag a chip and take a bite quickly. “Oh wow. They didn’t have mushy peas, but they certainly have mushy chips.” 

“Uh oh.” 

“It’s fine. Give me a minute to heat up the air fryer. I’ll crisp them up in no time.” Opening the fridge, I remove a bottle of white wine. “Perhaps you could open this for us?” Holding out the wine and the corkscrew, I’m relieved when he takes both while I locate wine glasses. Now that he’s here in my space, I feel anxious. While liquid courage might have the side effect of blurring some memories later, it will also assist me in the midst of this bizarre Hallmark Christmas movie I’ve walked into. Or rather that Harry walked into when he entered my store. 

Connecting my phone to the bluetooth speaker, I start a jazz Christmas station playing as the air fryer beeps. Adding the chips to the container, I start it for three minutes. From behind me, I hear the glug of wine being poured from the bottle. 

“My lady.” His voice is husky, and I turn at his words to find Harry holding out a glass of wine to me, filled nearly to the brim. “I think there’s something wrong with your bottle.” Holding up his glass, also completely full, he shows me the empty wine bottle. “It only holds two glasses of wine.” 

I can’t help it. My laughter escapes, and the glass in my hand jiggles with my giggles until I have to take a sip to keep the wine from overflowing onto my hand. My face softening when I look at him, I hold up my glass in his general direction. 

“Thank you for this tonight, Harry. You’ve made me laugh, and that’s not something I’ve done often enough lately.” 

“I think you should laugh every day,” he grins, moving closer to me and clinking his glass with mine. “Thank you for keeping me entertained after my sister ditched me.” 

Warren Wolf’s version of “Oh Christmas Tree” starts, and Harry takes my glass and sets both on the counter before he grasps my hand and puts his other hand on my waist as he twirls me around on the kitchen floor. Throwing my head back, I laugh out loud at the continuous twirling he leads me to do until I’m out of breath and somehow against the counter with Harry plastered close to me. 

We’re both giggling and breathing heavily from the dancing until I look up and catch his eyes on mine. Holy shit. He’s so fucking hot. Those eyes alone make my knickers wet, but when his tongue darts out and his eyes focus on my mouth, I’m lost. This is how it happens in movies, right? And I’m currently sleepwalking through a Hallmark Christmas movie. So when he leans forward and touches our lips together, I go with it. 

The melding of our mouths leads to his hands landing on my waist as he slides up the bottom of my jumper just enough to rub his thumbs on my bare skin. A moan leaves my mouth which also has the advantage of providing access for Harry’s tongue to enter, and I cannot get enough of his flavour. He tastes like candy canes and snowflakes. When he steps closer and slides his leg between my jean-clad thighs, I whimper. There’s no other word for the sound that rips itself from my throat. 

Which is when the timer on the air fryer goes off. 

I see. I’m not in a Hallmark Christmas movie. I’m in a television Christmas comedy. Figures. 

Feeling Harry’s smile against my lips, I am grateful when he doesn’t abruptly separate from me but rather maintains his nearness while gazing into my eyes. A sheepishness comes over him then, and I blink to bring myself back to reality. “I am so sorry. I should have asked for consent. That was…rude.” 

“Really? I was thinking how incredibly pleasant it was.” 

The smirk makes an appearance, and he surveys me, removing his hands from my waist and stepping back so that his leg is no longer propping me up from being a giant pool of jelly on the floor. So I’m surprised when I remain standing, although I’m not surprised that my head follows his for a brief moment before I snap to attention. 

Trying to get us back on track with supper, I politely say, “I think the chips are no longer wilted.” 

“They’re not the only thing no longer wilted,” Harry says, and I glance at him sharply. 

“We could –” 

“Skip supper?” The enthusiasm in his voice dampens my panties further, and although that hadn’t been what I was going to say at all, I simply nod and go along with the suggestion. 

Food? What’s food? I’ve eaten before. I’ll eat again. But right now I have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something insane that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. 

With my head’s singular bob, Harry steps forward again, burying his hands in my hair as he tilts my head back to delve back into the practice we’d been doing previously. Knowing where we’re headed this time, I have no qualms about sliding my hands under his crewneck and towards the waistband of his joggers. 

He removes his mouth from mine long enough to blather on, “Are you – do you have – should we –”

“I’ve not had sex with another human in months. Definitely clean of STDs, and I have condoms. Somewhere.” Shit. Where were those? 

“Per-” Instead of finishing the word, he plants his lips back on my mouth, his tongue mimicking the dance we’ll soon be doing if either of us has any say. And we do.

“Bedroom!” I exclaim as I break the seal between us, having just remembered that the condoms are in my bedside table drawer. Taking control (and his hand), I guide him towards my bedroom – the one my father had insisted I take over when I moved in, relegating the older man to the former guest room. “Pretty sure they’re in –” Without finishing my sentence, I’m sorting through the items in my drawer as I feel Harry behind me, his hands sneaking around my waist to my button and zipper. With no qualms, he undoes both, sliding my jeans down my legs until I can step out of them. 

“Shoes!” I squeak, and Harry chuckles before untying my shoes and gently removing them from my feet. 

“Since I’m already here,” the devil grins, as he makes short work of my knickers too, removing all of my bottom half clothing so that I feel a breeze on my private parts. I have a moment of freakout when I can’t recall the last time I’d done any…um…landscaping there, but the thought disappears when I feel his breath on my thighs. “Mmmmm…I think I’ll start my meal here.” He raises my left leg and places it on the bed, exposing my entirety to his gaze. I grasp the bedside table to maintain my balance. 

Good thing I’m holding onto something solid because the second his tongue touches my labia, my knees weaken. Having no idea how I’ve lost control of the situation, I have no choice but to pant wildly while he makes short work of my clit, my juices already inflamed and flowing. 

“OH MY GOD!” I scream, and I can feel his stupid dimple on my skin as he smiles. How can someone feel the absence of space? No clue, but I swear that’s what I feel. My orgasm starts to build, and I grip the table more tightly as I tumble into the chasm of the mouth that belongs to one popstar named Harry Styles. Nearly collapsing, I am grateful when Harry adjusts my leg so that both are solidly on the ground to hold me up. 

But then he reaches around me, snagging a condom I’d unknowingly managed to unearth in my frantic movements. Behind me, I hear the wrapper being torn, and when I move to stand, Harry places a hand on my back. “Stay there.” 

There’s no sound of a zipper since he’s not wearing trousers, but I hear the latex snap just before I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. Once again, he places his hand on my back. 

“Let me know if it’s too much.” 

Most men who say this must be joking because I’ve often had to wonder if their member was even inside me. But not Harry. Holy fuck. His cock stretches my walls, and I have to tap his thigh once and call for a pause. 

“Too much?” 

“No. Just…let me adjust…” Bending forward some by crossing my arms on the night table and resting my head on my folded arms allows him to slip inside a bit further, and I can feel him all the way deep inside me. 

“Woah,” he breathes, and I agree. “Can I move now?” 

“Slowly at first please. I’m wet, but we might need more lubrication.” From the night table, I withdraw a bottle of lube and hand it around to him. 

“Oh, good plan,” he says, and I hear the bottle opening and the squish of liquid being extracted before he withdraws slightly. This time when he plunges inside me, I gasp at the feel. “Still need me to go slow?” 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn. 

The man sets a pace that would go well with Kiwi or Only Angel. Steady. Fast. Reaching around, he teases my clit, and I groan in pleasure. After a few minutes at this pace in this position, my body starts to respond, and I feel my second orgasm building. 

Which is when Harry pulls completely out. Surprised, I twist to look at him. And laugh. He raises an eyebrow, and I clarify. “We must look a sight with both of us bottomless and our tops still on.” 

He grins, his cock standing up tall with the condom straining against its length and girth. “Strip show?” 

“Shortest strip show in the history of the planet,” I grin as I pull my Christmas jumper with its tree and presents over my head. “Forgot I had this on.” Reaching up, I start to remove the necklace I’m wearing. 

“Leave it,” Harry growls. 

My mouth dry, I give in, removing only my bra. “Your turn,” and when he pulls off the crewneck, I wheeze at the sight of the butterfly and the laurels and the sparrow, never having expected to view them this close. 

“How do you turn these on?” He demands, reaching for the strand of novelty Christmas lights surrounding my neck. 

“Same way you turn me on,” I tease, reaching both hands behind my neck, knowing exactly how the pose pushes my breasts forward. As the lights start blinking, Harry’s eyes light up and he captures my nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling in ways I’ve never felt before as he tweaks my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

I think I’m going to pass out. 

Just when I get used to the feeling, he swaps breasts, humming in between. “The lights make it even more fun,” he devilishly snarls before latching onto my other breast. 

When I’m close to losing my mind, I drop to my knees, planting my lips around the condom and applying suction. 

“HOLY –” Harry shrieks. He’s too big for me to deep throat completely, so I add a hand to his length, using circular motions with both my tongue and my fingertips, but in opposite directions. I’m quite pleased with myself until he taps me on the head. 

“I really would prefer to be inside you” is his polite comment, and who am I to deny this famous celebrity whatever he wants?

The bed covers get firmly wrinkled as we squirm together on the bed, his cock plunging into me from as many angles as we can think of, and the edging is starting to wear on me. 

“I can’t…Harry…I need…” 

“I got you.” And he does. With my legs in the air on his shoulders, his large gorgeous hands on my breasts, and his cock deeply embedded in me, he drives me to orgasm, and I cry out his name over and over again, forgetting everything but this moment. 

And then I get the pleasure of watching as his eyes roll back in his head, his chin turns towards the ceiling, and his entire body spasms as he spills into the condom. 

Merry Christmas to me!

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a one shot, but I think there’s one more part of the story to tell if you’re interested. Let me know if you’ll read it, and I’ll write part 3. 

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Is it just me or are some of the more intense Imaudna folk…kind of mirroring Imogen’s over-defensiveness of Liliana? Or at least uncritically accepting Imogen’s assessment of her, without acknowledging her “bias”? (as we are now apparently calling the characters’ family - so K-pop of us)

I’m not saying she’s a terrible mother - she’s literary moving heaven and earth for Imogen [and herself] - but she’s helping bring about what could be an apocalyptic event, on the off-chance that it could relieve them of their powers.

And I get why people wanna ignore that in favor of Imogen reuniting with her Mom and building a relationship with her. But it’s frustrating when you remember that some of the people her Mom has fucked over include Kiki and the Ashari (not just Orym) and that she’s working with a guy that allowed Trent’s abuse of Caleb, who Beau has spent years working to take down, and we still don’t know what’s happened to those two.

Again - shades of gray, and we all love villains and complicated, messy women. But it’s quite the slice of cognitive dissonance to see fandom *really* pile on Fearne’s parents for abandoning her (especially when it was only six years as far as they knew), but even after she’s party to nearly murdering Kiki, we shouldn’t be assuming the worst of Liliana?

(Just read this back and…I don’t think some these Imaudna fans are actually Marisha fans)

I don't think it's mirroring Imogen, per se. Or rather, I think this is all part of the larger trend I've touched upon for some time: there are a segment of shippers with absolutely no empathy for or generosity towards anything that interferes with the ship. Ideally, they'd like to also support Imogen and Laudna as individuals; but even then the ship comes before the characters. As you said, they're not really Marisha - or Laudna - or for that matter Imogen or Laura fans. They're fans of them playing characters who are in a relationship together.

When Imogen was upset with Laudna for breaking the gnarlrock, there was a pretty prevalent attitude of "but it wasn't LAUDNA's fault, so why is Imogen upset, that's unfair" even though the rock is still broken and it happened when it was in Laudna's possession and, frankly, had Imogen not given the rock to Laudna, she'd still have it. In retrospect this has gotten even more wild, because since then, they've leaned very far into the negative effects Imogen experiences as a result of her powers as an argument as to why she's allowed to do whatever she wants, but at the time if you pointed out Imogen found relief from the rock and is justified in having an emotional response, you were met with screams of HOW DARE YOU BE MEAN TO LAUDNA. This hypocrisy is of course tied into the lack of empathy, because said lack of empathy rests on granting infinite grace to those who support or even merely recognize the ship, no matter their other actions (eg: Otohan), and dismissing the feelings of anyone else.

When Laudna died, it was a pretty common attitude among Imogen and Laudna shippers (I would say Laudna fans, but quite honestly almost every post grieving her was just as much about the ship as the character) that Orym would have been happy to have remained dead because he was a widower. This is a horrifying mentality to have - people's partners do die young, and most people choose to continue living - and was also notably untrue based on Liam's statements both in and out of game. You'll notice that "Orym doesn't want to die and felt like this was a massive failure" on 4SD never took off, but "Orym can't be objective" on 4SD has been blown to ludicrous proportions that show a stunning lack of understanding of like...basic human emotions and their role in decision-making. Because there's no consistency except The Ship.

When the party went to Whitestone, and Percy was in fact played as someone with very complicated and layered feelings about death and dying, and who was not going to change his developed principles for a stranger, he was lambasted. The fact that Delilah Briarwood is just as responsible for his trauma - repeatedly so, she was the architect of both his family's murder and the reason why Vecna achieved godhood, she's literally why his brother-in-law is dead, the Briarwoods have been responsible for two of Vex's deaths - was completely ignored. The fact that Vex and Pike were not spiting him in the end, but rather developed a mutually acceptable plan that permitted Laudna's resurrection with a contingency plan to kill her if Delilah returned led to some pretty harsh criticism of them as well.

FCG was pretty popular among the shippers for quite some time because he wanted everyone to get along and wanted Imogen and Laudna to make up after the gnarlrock fight (note: this is also true of Ashton and Orym, both of whom as discussed have since fallen from grace because they continued to exist as characters with their own thoughts and motivation) and had a lot in common with Imogen. However, a series of things occurred that led to their fall from grace among the shippers. The first was that FCG's coin is why Orym was resurrected instead of Laudna. The second is that Shared Dream was not, in fact, intended only to let Laudna go into Imogen's dreams, but rather allowed anyone in the party to go. The third is that FCG started to find a purpose beyond "help others no matter what," particularly after realizing they had a soul and were in fact a person, and specifically began exploring religion. Religion is unpopular with Imodna shippers particularly after 3x49 and Imogen's consideration of the Vanguard, but there's also definitely a mix of obvious ex-fundamentalists who never unpacked their feelings and instead just want all their fiction to validate their new beliefs. The fourth is that FCG/FRIDA "stole" the first canon relationship spot (which also confirmed that FCG was, in fact, shippable rather than some kind of robot eunuch with nothing better to do than push Imogen and Laudna together). And so you get some really fucked statements. Like, when I say I've seen "I hope someone makes that robot eat their stupid coin" that's not exaggeration; it's pretty much verbatim. That's not a post that a person who makes any attempt to understand experiences other than their own can make in earnest, but it does make sense from the perspective of someone who has decided Imogen and Laudna's relationship is the heart of the show and is angered that five other main PCs exist and have their own interests.

Ashton occupies a truly fascinating space, in that they're oddly popular, in part because their scenes with Laudna are genuinely unmissably fantastic scenes for Laudna. It's one of the only places where Laudna takes off the mask (though she's started to with Orym too). He also overlaps with a lot of what makes Imogen popular, except it's canon where Imogen's is subtext, or it's obviously more severe (Imogen's mom left? Ashton's an orphan. Imogen's had a few headaches? Ashton has chronic pain). So they hated when he pointed out he'd been abandoned by his friends in a way Laudna hadn't (also because Ashton and Laudna's conversation in 3x49 was just far more honest than Imogen and Laudna's, and because Laudna sought them out), but they like him when he's supportive of Laudna. They're constantly on the thinnest of ice because of this and because they're a genuinely compelling character, but because of that, might get in the way of what said shippers want, namely, a hundred episodes of Imogen and Laudna sipping tea at Zhudanna's and having a lovely time.

Following Imogen considering joining the Vanguard, Orym fell out of vogue despite his previous interactions with Imogen, because he very justifiably pointed out, as I've said, that the Ruby Vanguard killed his husband and his father-in-law (whom he saw as a father figure himself), and used a toxin that ensured they couldn't be brought back. I've talked about this a ton and so I'm not going to rehash every aspect, but the fact remains that while I like Imogen's choice to do this - conflict is fun! It makes sense for her character! - it's an incredibly insensitive thing to say. (It blows Ashton's statement about loneliness out of the water, for sure; incidentally, Ashton pointing out the more general hey girl they murder everyone who disagrees did NOT sit well with the hey let's harass everyone who disagrees crowd.) And when you mix it in with the god stuff discussed regarding FCG, Orym has become the periannath non grata of choice to the point of a similar response to the gnarlrock fight - if you sympathize with him, they see it as an attack not just on Imogen but on Laudna, for...not talking about Laudna as well. This has only gotten worse with Orym firmly committing to destroying the Vanguard, to the point that there are, generously speaking, misunderstandings or misrememberings of the text, and less generously speaking, outright lies. A notable one is that Laudna begins to tap into Delilah before Orym nods (Marisha's mention of the purplish hue is at 2:52:02 in episode 3x63; Orym's nod is at 3:01:42, a solid 9+ minutes later); he supports her decision, but he is not responsible for it.

Then there's the guests. Deanna was obviously made to ask Imogen about Laudna. She's here to ask them if they're married. She's here to encourage Imogen to follow her heart. She's definitely not here to have her own active and interesting love life and personal feelings about the gods (that conflict with Imogen's) and history and perspective. Oh she's...she's calling out Imogen's nonstop use of psychic powers? She's having a three-way with Chetney and Fearne? FRIDA is hooking up with FCG and admitted their anger about the gods was mostly due to projecting their personal anger about feeling powerless and having been awoken without their consent? Uhhhhhh Deni$e was obviously made to to ask Laudna about Imogen. She's definitely not here to be a connection to Dariax and have her own active and interesting love life and personal feelings about the gods. Wait, no, maybe Bor'Dor will ask about it? Uhhhhhh *flips coin but not in an FCG way* Laudna will *rolls dice* mentor Prism and this will...make this ship happen? Oh, won't these people with their own distinct personalities and motivations who keep having conversations with Orym and Ashton and each other stop doing that and just presume that a specific one of the four other people in Bells Hells they've never met and probably don't remember the names of is married to Laudna? Won't someone stop playing their character as a fully fleshed out person whose life is entirely unaffected by Laudna and Imogen's respective love lives? Oh and then Bor'Dor did ask about the relationship, and it was because it was a weakness and he was trying to infiltrate.

Quite literally? It goes as far as the gods! Why didn't they save Laudna? To which I'd say sure, let's explore what happens if they did! Let's follow this thread! Do they just save Laudna and maybe her family and no one else? Why Laudna? Does she get saved at the expense of some other dark-haired girl in Whitestone? Or perhaps they save everyone. Perhaps the De Rolos remain in power, and Campaign 1 doesn't fucking happen I guess, and Laudna grows up, and she lives out the rest of her life in Whitestone, and she's a woman in her 50s now - maybe even married, perhaps with children - and has never been to Marquet and wouldn't know or care about some random 20-something with purple hair. Like, what are you driving at here? Maybe the gods let Laudna die because that was the only way to bring her to Imogen. Ever think of that? (alternately: how do you know they didn't? What if Laudna's undead state has to do with Vecna? You didn't specify if it was the Primes or the Betrayers, or how she gets saved; she's still living after a hanging, which some might consider a miraculous gift. What if it was the Dawnfather acting through the Sun Tree? Can you describe what you want the gods to have done and where that puts us in 843 PD or do you just say shit hoping no one will ever poke at it?) When do the gods intervene? Do they make sure nothing bad ever happens to anyone? Are mortals just dolls the gods move around with no free will?

So anyway. I don't think these feelings about Liliana are based on mirroring Imogen's thought process. I do not think there is a level of consideration that Imogen and Laudna have motivations (motivations mean they can be something other than perfect flawless victims who found each other). It is simply "Imogen wants this, Laudna will validate anything she does, and so it's correct." The party line for anything else "fuck your trauma, fuck your dead family and dead loves, fuck your own hopes and dreams and goals: you exist only to fawn over two random-ass women. It doesn't matter if they are strangers to you. It doesn't matter if you've only met one of them. It doesn't matter how they act towards you. It doesn't matter if you're one of them, if you step out of line. This is your sole purpose, and if you fail, you're not a person to me." There's absolutely no thought put into the implications of anything they say beyond "it supports the ship, or, if not, it perpetuates the blameless, perfect and thus boring frozen state of the characters."

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To be honest, as disappointed as I am by it, I highly doubt Firebrand and Thunderhand will ever be in the movieverse aside from a possible reference.

I get what you are saying; but I am still holding out hope as I want it so bad!

If they can introduce obscure characters like the penguins, and Foreman Spike (a character that was in ONE game way back in the 80s - and yet still got a pretty integral role), I have confidence that the team will pull from some more stuff like this, and maybe in some way, include the hand powers.

How they go about it depends on where they take the story...but here are some ideas on how they can make it similar to the game!

spoilers for Superstar Saga

In the game, the Bros come across the Sun and Moon temples, where they meet the Sun and Moon gods who grant them the hand powers respectively (Mario Firebrand, and Luigi Thunderhand).

The game doesn't give any explanation as to why these gods just give away these powers to these two random strangers (not that I can recall at least), but they could explain it in the movie verse!

Suppose that the Bros adventure in the Beanbean Kingdom (or another place - or even just the Mushroom Kingdom again), and during the journey they come across the Sun and Moon Temples. Both the gods recognise the courage of these new heroes, and decide that they are worthy - but only after they complete a test!

Ooh here's an idea - perhaps the test that the Sun and Moon gods put them through is one where both brothers have to save the other! They are shown their worst fears (like a dreamscape or something similar), and they have to prove their courage in order to save the one they love the most. It will be a perfect scene full of emotion and angst 😁

Do with this idea as you please, my fellow Mario fans! Write your fanfics!

The explanation as to why the Bros each get their respective hand powers can be put down to the powers reflecting their inner selves (also have mentioned it here):

Fire represents for Mario that he is passionate at what he does and what he feels. The love he feels for his brother, his family, and friends burns so deep and is primary the core of his being. Of course, these emotions can give way to him being a spit-fire. When upset or determined, his fire burns and never stops until he succeeds or he's calmed down.

Lightning on the other hand is different. It's powerful, but unlike fire it momentarily shows itself and then goes away, and it only forms under certain atmospherically changes. That represents Luigi. He is often quiet, and rarely chooses to physically fight - but when he does, when the situation changes...it hits hard! Like the moment he saved Mario from Bowser's fire with the manhole cover - it's Luigi's loyalty and bravery that becomes his inner power.

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Here's some more ideas they could do with the Firebrand, and Thunderhand in the movie verse:

- During some down time, after some battles, the Bros get the same idea (not even talking they just both mentally communicate) to try something new with their powers. If they can be used in battle...can they be used in other ways...?

So Mario gently cups Luigi's hands in his, and makes a small flame. It sparks up through not only his hand, but also Luigi's - and it doesn't cause his brother pain! Luigi gasps in wonder at the beauty and the warmth of this flame. After briefly meeting Mario's eyes, Luigi follows suit and creates a small spark. Both gasp and smile in excitement at this beautiful combination ❤️️💚

- Mario makes campfires very easily with his Firebrand.

- Luigi can mess with electrical equipment and entire electrical panels.

- Luigi can read the electrical impulses in people's hearts, in order to read their heart rates (he can also read/sense any electrical currents in the air).

- Mario's Firebrand in battle is mostly used for pure power.

- Luigi can use his Thunderhand for defence (electrical shields around himself and others).

[randomingoftherandomness]

When Ziyu had the horrible idea to sneak in the Zhi lineage to find evidence of Yuanzhi's guilt he never thought he would be stuck with Jin Fan in a wardrobe forced to hear his two cousins fucking for hours.

Useless to say that the next day he almost couldn't face them, especially when he spotted a red mark on Yuanzhi's neck

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"Remember how I said that you don't think before you decide on something? I was wrong. You barely have a thought about anything at all."

Ziyu chooses to ignore Jin Fan. Hopping through the window of Yuanzhi's room, he takes a quick look around for anything that can stand out enough to be used as evidence of guilt. Strange. It almost looks like no one lives here.

But what's stranger is the two pillows on the bed and the sight of a coat hanging up that was definitely not in a style that Ziyu has ever seen Yuanzhi wear. In fact, it looks like something Shangjue would wear instead.

"There's nothing here," Jin Fan says, taking a peek at the stack of books on the study table. "It looks barely lived in."

Ziyu moves to open a closet door, when they hear the sounds of footsteps coming their way.

"Quick!"

Jin Fan grabs him and bodily drags him into the closet. The doors are left ajar, with enough space for Ziyu to have an excellent vantage point of the bed. There's so much room in the closet, so Jin Fan crouches down while Ziyu remains standing.

Soon enough, the sound of the door opening creaks through the dark. Yuanzhi starts lighting the candles in the room, the silver ornaments in his hair making gentle tinkling as he moves. He hums a nonsensical tune as he goes, and it hits Ziyu that Yuanzhi must not spend a lot of time here if his servants won't bother wasting candles being lit.

The door opens again, then closes.

"You're here," Yuanzhi says. Ziyu frowns and angles himself for a better look.

Shangjue steps into view, looking thunderous and tense as he scans the room before letting his eyes fall on Yuanzhi. Something about the way he is watching the way Yuanzhi cross the room has the hairs on the back of Ziyu's neck prickle and rise.

"Yuanzhi."

The way he says Yuanzhi's name is something he has never heard from Shangjue. It's a tone of voice that expects to be obeyed, yet weirdly, Yuanzhi does the exact opposite.

He moves to the screen by the bed and starts shedding his clothes, still humming. After he has taken off his outer layer, he starts to undo his hair ornaments, gracefully sitting down in front of his mirror.

"Did you need something, Gege?"

Yuanzhi looks unperturbed, concentrating of untangling his hair and moving to massage his hair oil through his dark locks. Ziyu is so focused on what Yuanzhi is doing, he completely misses the way Shangjue stalks forward, alerted only by the way Jin Fan jolts by his hip.

Shangjue moves to press his hands on Yuanzhi's shoulders. Ziyu sees the way Yuanzhi stills. There is a growing tension in the room and it's eluding him why that could be.

"We're in my room," Yuanzhi says after a beat. Not deterred even when Shangjue says his name again in that tone, he continues to comb his hair. When Shangjue does not pull away, Ziyu sees the way Yuanzhi blushes to the tips of his ears.

"You know why I'm in my room instead of in yours." There's a measure of upset in his voice.

Shangjue actually looks abashed at this. "I know. But did it really mean you won't come to bed--"

"My bed is there. Your bed is in your own room and I'm tired," Yuanzhi hisses. Setting his comb down, he looks at Shangjue in the mirror. "I don't want to talk about this."

It's clear now that Ziyu and Jin Fan would not be able to get out of this without looking like absolute assholes at best, beaten into a pulp at worst. This is something that is clearly private. The dynamic between them is one Ziyu himself has never seen in all the years they've had growing up in orbit of each other.

What cements it as something they've overstepped into is the moment Shangjue hauls Yuanzhi up by the back of the neck, dragging him to the bed and throwing him on it, front first. Barely giving Yuanzhi a moment to recover, Shangjue flips him onto his back, pressing him down and pushing his hands through the front folds of his inner robe, and starts kissing him up the side of his neckline, dragging his mouth down the line of Yuanzhi's jaw.

That triggers something in the younger man, because he starts pushing at Shangjue's chest, ruddy red with anger, making a soft muffled growl into Shangjue's kisses. "Gege!"

"I can't stop, Didi. I need you," Shangjue says, voice pooling back into that smoky, dangerous tone. "Please."

This makes Yuanzhi stop for a beat. The only sign of defiance is the flinty glare he is giving Shangjue. "This is why I told you to take it easy--"

"Didi..."

Yuanzhi pushes himself up on his elbows. Eyes searching Shangjue's face, he eventually sighs. "You're lucky I'm still loose from this afternoon."

Something about that statement has Jin Fan bumping into Ziyu. He barely has the time to ponder as to why that could be because Shangjue is back on Yuanzhi, pulling him into an all-consuming kiss that looks more like Shangjue devouring him whole.

Ziyu can't look away when Shangjue -- the same Shangjue who probably doesn't have the word 'gentle' in his vocabulary -- move back enough to give Yuanzhi a smile.

"I'll make sure it still hurts tomorrow."

Shangjue drags his hands under Yuanzhi's knees, spreading them wide. With barely more than his hands, he tears at Yuanzhi's clothes. With some distant, dulled sense of dread, Ziyu realises that they can see everything from where they are.

Every pale swath of skin exposed into the candle light. Every moment Shangjue's licking into Yuanzhi's mouth. Every point of contact their bodies are making on the bed.

Then Shangjue does something down his front and Ziyu sees the way Yuanzhi blushes a deeper shade of pink at the sight of it, lips parting on a moan when Shangjue shifts his body between his thighs, full-on shuddering, toes curling, when Shangjue surges forwards.

Yuanzhi gives out a bitten off cry. "Wait. Wait--" He turns his body to the side, hair pooling on the bed. "Ow, ow, ow..."

He doesn't say anything else. He can't. Not when Shangjue takes him by the waist and bodily pulls his lower body against him. Ziyu spies the way Yuanzhi falls back like a puppet with its strings cut. Shangjue seems to give into some primal need when he undresses with no care to where everything falls, because he starts thrusting the second he's naked, grunting with every slap of flesh to wet flesh.

The choir in the room is a crescendo of lewd pleasure. "Gege...!"

For someone with his didi's ankles at his ears, Shangjue coolly whispers, "You don't have to say a word. I already know. You love it when I use you for your hole, don't you? Pretty little thing like you needs a cock in you at all hours of the day. What a pity for my little slut... I don't like sharing my toys."

"Gege, gege, gege..." Yuanzhi moans, hands gripping Shangjue's shoulders, urging him on. "Gege...!"

In a blink of an eye, Shangjue pulls his cock out of Yuanzhi with a wet, slick sound. "Hold yourself open."

Yuanzhi scrambles to comply.

In the dark of the closet space, Ziyu tries to breathe as shallowly as possible. He doesn't dare look at Jin Fan.

What he does keep his eyes on is the way Shangjue's face softens in fondness at the sight of Yuanzhi's red ass cheeks, but what draws Ziyu's gaze is the puckered flower winking as it oozes out come.

"Beautiful."

Shangjue bullies his cock back into Yuanzhi in one smooth movement, punching out a drawn out whine. It seems to delight Shangjue because he is bringing the palm of his hand to press down at the small bulge at his lower belly that Ziyu quickly realises is very possibly the shape of Shangjue's cock.

"A-ah," Yunazhi moans. "Ge..."

And that's all he says before he stiffens, coming untouched all over his belly. "Such a messy little slut," Shangjue coos, even as he cruelly picks up his thrusting, reaching up to wrap a hand around Yuanzhi's throat.

"Mine."

Yuanzhi blinks up slowly at Shangjue, his eyes still clouded with that haze of bliss. "Yours," He breathes. "All yours."

The sounds of skin to skin is a rhythm that beats itself into ZIyu's skull. More so when he sees Yuanzhi physically shake through another orgasm, wetting himself in time to Shangjue growling when he pumps himself in Yuanzhi.

Shangjue pulls Yuanzhi into an embrace, sitting back even as he fucks his seed deep into Yuanzhi. For a moment, there's no other noise other than the soft lazy kisses peppered with quiet sighs and moans.

"Didi, how do you feel?"

And just like that, the Shangjue gege Ziyu has always known to be indulgent and doting on Yuanzhi is back. But what does throw him off is how his voice is thick with a languid fondness that he has only ever heard between Lady Wuji and his Father.

"Like I'm going to have trouble walking tomorrow," Yuanzhi grumbles. "You'd better be prepared to fight on my behalf if Gong Ziyu and his merry band of ruffians start anything."

Smacking Shangjue on his shoulder, the sound is loud enough that Ziyu knows it definitely has to hurt, Yuanzhi glares.

"I told you I didn't want to sleep in your bed tonight," He continues, wriggling away only to be caught again in Shangjue's arms. "You should go back--"

"No."

Yuanzhi blushes. "Your betrothed is probably waiting for you."

"The only one who has the right to share my bed is you. The only wife I'll ever have is you," Shangjue says, sounding for some freakish reason, happy about that statement. It comes out coaxing and Ziyu feels himself reeling a little.

How long has this been going on? From the way Yuanzhi is beaming in an almost thrilled way when Shangjue says he'll burn his bedding in the front courtyard of the Jue residence just to appease him, its telling Ziyu that this side of their bond is one that they've probably worked very hard to keep private.

Not for the first time, Ziyu feels like he's a trespasser looking in on something intimate and sacred, especially when Shangjue leans in to kiss Yuanzhi on the temple.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up."

"Wha--"

Shangjue gives Yuanzhi little warning when he picks him up, pushing his still half-hard cock back into Yuanzhi. He gives a hiss at that, but otherwise seems comfortable enough to wrap his arms around Shangjue's neck. Long, lean legs wrap around Shangjue's hips when he moves to stand.

"We should... We should grab some fresh clothes. I think there's a set of your robes in that closet there."

"It's fine," Shangjue chuckles, pecking the corner of Yuanzhi's lips. "Why do I need to get dressed when I'm pampering my pretty little wife? Besides," Shangjue pauses, flitting a glare to the closet where Ziyu and Jin Fan are. An icy sense of fear runs up his veins and he feels the way Jin Fan goes statue still. "We should air out the room."

"Air the room?" Yuanzhi parrots. The word trails off into a moan when Shangjue starts walking.

"Yes," Shangjue kisses him again breezily. "If we are to sleep here tonight, we should air out the room. We won't know what manner of pests might have made their home here while we were gone."

Ziyu hears little else after that. The second they can't hear their footsteps, Ziyu cracks the door open. With a tacit agreement to not look at the mess at the bed, they quickly open a window and jump out into the cool night air and into freedom. He catches the way Jin Fan resolutely does not look at him and he respects that by not looking at his Jade Guardian more than he has to.

How he is going to be able to look at Yuanzhi at their morning meeting with the Elders, he really has no clue. Not especially if he can still see the reason why he has to have an extra pillow on his seat.

[jasontoddthings]

Dean Anon:

You asked why I reblog stories by a certain writer, because you see my reblogs as suggestions on your feed, and you don’t understand because “there (sp) literally the WORST Jason todd ever”

I am answering your ask as a post for two reasons:

1) To protect the name of the writer you mention (because, let’s face it, you’re hoping they’ll see it and be upset). If there are other writers out there that you think write him better that maybe I hadn’t run across yet, you’d have suggested them, and you wouldn’t have used an anonymous ask.

2) Because I realize that English may not be your first language, and I’m not going to embarrass you by reblogging your other grammar and spelling mistakes.

I also believe in encouraging young writers and generally being nice to strangers, because have you looked at the news lately? There is WAY too much nastiness, violence, and general fuckery out there in the world, and I don’t want to add to it if I can help it. Plus, in another fandom I have a side blog on, I see so much arguing and bullying and hate, and again - I’m not going to take part in it. I’m sorry you don’t appear to feel the same way.

Hurt people hurt people. I’m guessing someone has hurt you in some horrible fashion at some point in your life, if you feel you have to resort to cyberbullying people to try and control what they choose to reblog on their pages, instead of being a sensible adult and scrolling past things you don’t like. There are over 8 billion people on this planet; mathematically, it’s impossible for us all to agree on most things - look at all the religions, political parties, etc. out there. At least we’re allowed to have our own pages on sites like this, where we can post things we like to read and not what we’re told to. It’s why we post MDNI on our fics, so we can read mature themes and mature characters, because we’re supposed to be mature people and not act like cranky children on the playground.

I know you know Jason Todd is a fictional character and not the subject of a non-fiction biography. Fans’ definitions of cannon depend on which Jason they’re thinking of, because Jason changes with every writer in the comics, the games, the movies, and the TV shows. We can’t all be Chip Zdarskys, Neil Gaimans, Shakespeares - and they didn’t start out being the literary titans they are, they had a learning curve from their first story to their current bodies of work.

Am I a writer? Nope - I write articles, technical reports, boring things with no literary value, but I love to read. It’s how I found Tumblr in the first place. Do I like everything I read? No, of course not - if a paragraph or two in to a story I don’t like it, I stop reading and scroll on past like a mature adult. If I read a whole story that someone took the time to write and share for free, even if I wasn’t over the moon about it, I’m going to thank them by commenting something positive and reblogging it. If we don’t complement and reblog things on this site, authors get discouraged and don’t write, things don’t get reblogged, and this site dies.

Know what also discourages authors, especially if they’re insecure about their writing? Bullying and hate-posting. If there’s a problem with something like duplicated sentences/paragraphs in a story I will comment about it (because I’d want someone to do it for me so I could correct it). I would never presume to tell an author “X wouldn’t do that,” or “this is awful,” unless the author *specifically* requested constructive criticism (and then I’d sure as hell be respectful about it), because there are as many Jason Todd’s out there as there are people to write about him. I’m not a Nazi - unless I’m commissioning a story and paying the author to write what I want, I would never presume to tell an author they’re wrong or something is the WORST. I can almost guarantee you, as bad as you think an author is, there’s always someone out there in the world writing the character in a way you might consider even worse.

Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe the author hasn’t read a lot about that character? Or they’re young with not a lot of life experiences to draw on, so they’re writing what they know? Or they’re new to writing, or (whatever language) isn’t their first language? Or, for characters like Jason Todd, The Winchesters, Matt Murdock, or thousands of other characters out there who didn’t have happy childhoods (if they even had a childhood at all), the author wants to read about the character as a young person, and are writing the AU or medium-adjacent they want to see out there? I’ve not seen many fics on young Jason, and I was curious to see what they’d come up with, especially as he’s doing a lot of the things I did at that age (but far more vigilantism than I did - I just did roller derby). Whatever the reason they chose to write about young Jason in their world, they envisioned it, took the time to write it, and shared it - that took a lot of time. I took the time to read it to the end, so I reblogged it to thank them - because it’s my blog and I decide what I want to share on it, not you. Simple as that.

Just because the character doesn’t act the way you want them to doesn’t make you right and the author wrong. You’re entitled to your opinion, just like they’re entitled to theirs. Writers don’t get better unless they get encouragement, find a mentor to give them constructive criticism, and read a lot of things (not just about their favorite character) to help them learn what they like and what they don’t. Maybe you’re a writer yourself - if so, you must have a thick skin (not because of your grammar and spelling, as English may not be your first language) but for your willingness to be so disparaging about another writer that you take to sending anon messages to those that reblog the author’s work to try and get them to stop. If so, I’m sorry someone in your past hurt you and showed you that treating others the same is acceptable behavior for an adult. At least reading the stories of the author you disparaged in your ask to me has given you an opportunity to learn what you don’t like, and will hopefully inspire you to be a better writer yourself. I also hope that after reading all of this, if you bothered to read to the end once you realized you haven’t changed my mind, you’ll be a little kinder to other authors and treat others the way you’d like to be treated. You may be anonymous here, but Karma knows your face, and she keeps score even if I don’t.

[archivalofsins]

Hey now that some folks are out of bounds- "LET'S PARTY"!

Gunsli what do you mean? Remember when I said I haven't talked about what verdict I've personally wanted for Kotoko. That's because I couldn't care less, I like both options when it comes to the narrative of Milgram.

I am in no way condoning Kotoko's behavior I'm solely saying this from a narrative perspective.

Let me explain through exploring how I view the options~

So why would some want Kotoko Guilty?

Well the reason for that is simple she jumped some people's favorites and could do it again if voted Innocent.

Haruka and Mu are still sitting at Guilty. Their fans have a vested interest in not indulging Kotoko's mindset further. Secondarily she threatened to kill Mikoto. Thirdly she's shown through her second voice drama and song that she no longer believes in Es' judgment and is vying for the role of guard herself. Anyone who recognizes any of these things and are opposed to them happening will vote her guilty.

Meaning fans of Haruka, Mu, and Es all have a reason to be wary of Kotoko getting a second Innocent verdict.

Though in the words of Utena,

"But was that really such a good idea?"

Kotoko's trials are questioning the degree of separation necessary needed to excessively punish another. Because no one knew her victims when this started it was easier to forgive her behavior. I mean we only have one side of the story and she's so passionate against evil doers. Why would anyone not take her at face value.

So, what will be gained from saying I'm okay with you jumping strangers who I viewed as in the wrong without knowing a thing about them based solely on your word. Yet, I know the people here I know them well and I think some of them are nice. These people didn't deserve the way you treated them.

Though what makes the prisoners better than any of Kotoko's victims? Is it such a good idea to present that people only matter dependent on how well we know them? Is that any different from for example Shidou's mindset.

"Someone’s value cannot be the same as another."/"Should choose between superiority or inferiority."

Is there a sense of equality if one were to instead just,

"Hate evil as the evil that it is."

Or are both ways of thinking to binary and rigid to fully be acceptable. Are the audience hypocrites in finding Kotoko Innocent for killing killers we don't know and then finding her guilty for simply harming some killers that some of us feel like we know.

That's the question of her trials. Do people hate the sin or just the sinner? That's the question of Milgram overall. How much can another person judge someone. Over what ammount of time will one become more lenient or forgiving on someone.

And should one even be more lenient on another person just because of how long they've known them or how well their beliefs allign with their own?

In the same vein people would want Kotoko innocent for the same reasons she stated she dislikes. Not because they believed what she's doing is right or acceptable but just because they like her. She would be innocent for no reason other than being a killer we've gotten to know. Enforcing once again that she is no different from anyone else here. A thing that she has been shown to be upset about and afraid of through her second mv.

She'd just be innocnet because the majority would think they know her well enough. That's she's good deep down, she just made a mistake, was a little too extreme. Even though her actions were bad it doesn't mean she is. To be forgiven under those circumstances. Oh, she'd really hate that I'd imagine.

Simply because she wants to find others that understand her mindset and behavior people that view these things in the same and truly believe she's right. Finding her Innocent while still stating her actions were wrong in this case finding what she did forgivable wouldn't be enough. Now she could assume that everyone found her innocnet because they agreed with her so hard.

However she was innocent by a pretty large percent last time and her mv still shows her anxieties around her own innocence... So, I personally doubt that'd be the case.

So I feel like being innocent again would just strengthen her feelings of being treated like the rest. Especially considering even more people are innocent including Mikoto. It just doesn't seem like it would give her the feeling of drowing in the knowledge that she's right that she's stated to want from the jump.

So, I think in response she'd do exactly what she's doing now and what was implied she'd do from her first cover Anti Beat. Lash out in order to hide her own insecurity and take some control over the situation. The best way for her to do that is to put herself in Es' position to prove how above the others she really is.

Which that outcome would be pretty cool too actually.I would like to see how they'd follow through on the foreshadowing in Yonah if she were Innocent. Even if I do have a good idea on how they would.

Personally I just think she'd lash out even more just to prove to herself that she's better. Because she simply always feels inferior on some level. Like it's not difficult to tell that she doubts her own feelings and philosophy. Especially since she seems to need to be told she's right because she already feels she's wrong but she hates being told she's right. because she knows better than anyone how wrong she is.

So, she'd just keep stepping over the boundaries of others and put them in a position beneath her. The same thing we see her try to do with Es over the course of her second trial just to assert that she's doing what must be done. She's doing what others are too weak to do themselves all to stregthen her own feelings of vindication.

It's a lose/lose situation no matter how I look at it. That's what makes it so lovely. When nothing can be right that in turn means nothing can be wrong. These are just events that are happening att that point. The label of good and bad is completely up to the observer.

That's the best part of Milgram. It goes exactly where the audience is willing to take it.

Oh but Gunsli you wouldn't want Kotoko to run the prison and Es to just defer to her would you? That could be bad. You wouldn't want Mikoto to possibly die? You wouldn't want anything bad to happen to Haruka and Mu the only two guilty? It's not about what the fuck I or anyone else wants.

It's about the characters wills after the last bell tolls everything that happens next is up to the sort of people they naturally are.

Isn't that exhilirating. Isn't the most equisite kindness a story and author can give. The opportunity for the reader to enact their own will on the media and the media enact its will on the audience in kind?Isn't there something so miraculous about that. It's a thing of immeasurable beauty a once and life time experience. At the same time isn't it also the most disgutsting thing one could ever do to others and themselves.

Doesn't everyone want to see it- What lies at the end of Milgram? The culmination of all these choices all these clashing wills. Kotoko's trial is so engaging to me because it sets the stage for trial three perfectly. It's interesting because Innocent or Guilty the cog will still turn.

The worst part is the question what is judgment? What good does it do? What would Innocent serve? To be told you're right or acceptable just because someone assumes they know you and sees the good in you. That they know what you'd do and who you are deep down. It's soul crushing isn't it? It can be painful can't it? Even heartbreaking.

The hero some see are they real was the victim? If a person doesn't push what can they learn? What will one do when the things they don't yet know become things they can't unknow? Will they lash out in anger saying this wasn't what I thought it would be? Will they dig themselves in even deeper? Try to force that thing into being the shape they wanted it to be?

To me the fact is with this case Innocent and Guilry are quite frankly the same thing. If she's guilty she's no better than the others she judged and if she's innocent with the rest of them that still means she's no better than they are. She'll never be drowning in that feeling of being right unless everyone is guilty except her.

I find that mindset of Kotoko's that insecurity which ultimately stops her from accepting any kindness. So, very touching and human. Though it's ultimately going to fuck us all over no matter the outcome. It's tragic she was last in line. So tragic that she was put there-

Jackalope must be laughing about that placement choice just a bit. The same with Muu who wanted everyone innocent. Maybe if they just showed up a bit earlier the things they desired would have been possible.

Too bad, so tragic... I wonder just who put them there again.

Regardless of if one knows the outcome. Despite what one speculates. I wonder... Should ones morals change based on that sort of thing. Personally I think a person should do what they'd regret least. That's usually how I do things.

This isn't a post I spent days on or anything just some thoughts on the verdict outcomes for Kotoko specifically. Plus what I think the logic around it is. I personally think both choices lead to bad things for each prisoner not just Kotoko. So, this isn't the only trial like this but it was funny for it to be the one where this is most apparent to me.

I'm really interested in both options because I'm the sort that would like to have both if possible. It's so incredibly unfair that there's no way to see it all here.

[lonelyvomit]

As much fun as we sometimes make of our 6 boys. On a more serious note I am really happy and thankful that they help make lifes better. Even though I imagine this must also be kind of hard too. To know how many people probably "lean/depent on them" for emotional support. They said it themselves: They are no saints

that's up to everyone themselves to draw the emotional boundaries though.

every fan is responsible for how much they lean on the guys - who in reality are practical strangers to us. finding comfort in art and even feeling a personal connection to the artists behind it is fine, but depending on another person, especially someone you don't personally know, is always risky. don't get me wrong - when shit gets really bad, people can and should latch onto whatever helps them make it till tomorrow. if it's a musician, that's fair. but indeed, no human is a saint, and there isn't a single person on this planet who is so perfect and flawless that people can build their entire well being on that person being their "comfort person" and never doing anything that could upset them. if you follow someone closely for years, they will eventually do or say something you disagree with, and people need to make sure they're mentally in a place where that wont bring their entire world crumbling down.

at the same time, the guys make art that helps people - that's more than enough. they aren't and humanly cannot be responsible for thousands of people's well being. I believe the guys understand this and are able to draw that line to not feel personally responsible for those who choose to rely on them, and if they haven't yet, they need to do that fast. it's simply impossible for them to shoulder literally thousands of people's happiness.

[survey--s]

567.

Do you know a James? I do, but he’s never been known as James and I’ve known him since we were two, lol. I actually forgot that was his real name for a second.

Have you ever been to Australia? If not, would you like to? Yeah, my family all live in Australia so we visited a lot when I was younger. I haven’t been back in around a decade though as flights are so expensive and I can’t really afford to take all that time off work.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness? Yes, depression and generalised anxiety disorder.

If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why? I love Australian and Scottish accents.

New York or California? I’d prefer to visit New York I think, but I wouldn’t want to live in either place.

Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community? Nope. They’re only really a “thing” in big cities here.

Who was your last text from? Suzanne.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? No.

If you had to choose one instrument to perfect, what instrument would you choose? Piano.

Have you ever owned an Axolotl? I haven’t.

What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane? The longest individual flight was something like fourteen hours, but whenever we used to fly to Australia it was about 23 hours flight-time in total.

How often do you use Snapchat? Never.

What does your last text say? I can’t be bothered to check.

Have you ever played Habbo? Aww man, I remember HabboHotel lol. I did used to use it sometimes but I preferred other websites.

What about Runescape? No.

Have you ever heard of the band Mumford & Sons? If yes, do you like their music? Yeah, I quite like them but they’re one of those bands I need to be in the right mood for, otherwise I just find them annoying lol.

Have you ever kissed anyone starting with the letter A, C, N, T or K? A,C and N, yes.

Have you ever used Valium before? No.

What time is it where you’re from? It’s currently 11.34am.

Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter? No. Purrlock was a rescue but it was via a private source. Our other cats have all been farm kittens and Archie was from a breeder.

Where do you usually find Surveys from? If there are none on my dashboard, then I normally look through someone’s archives until I find one I feel like doing.

Australia or New Zealand? I’d prefer to visit New Zealand as I’ve been to Australia multiple times.

Have you ever missed a flight? No, thankfully not.

What is your best friend’s middle name? He doesn’t have a middle name.

How do you feel about the passing of Aretha Franklin? I mean, it’s not something I ever really thought about. People die - it’s never really something I’ve got too upset about, especially when we’re talking about total strangers.

Did you enjoy any of her music? RESPECT was a good song but I don’t really know any of her others.

What is your favourite film from your childhood? The Land Before Time.

Kanye West or Drake? I’m not a huge fan of either.

Do you know anyone who is named after a state? I used to go to school with a girl called Montana.

What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit? To get a sick note.

Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema? No, they’re not really a “thing” here as the weather is hardly the most predictable lol. It rains far too often.

Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened? No.

How often do you use Instagram? Most days, but I scroll more than I actually post.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Yeah.

If so, do you still smoke? No.

What are you up to tomorrow? I have no plans for tomorrow yet. It’s supposed to rain (again).

What type of questions do you like being asked during a survey? Ones that require a bit of thought, or ones that are about your day-to-day life so that you don’t just give the same answers all the time.

Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey? Jim Carrey.

What is your favourite Ben Stiller movie? I’ve just looked through his filmography and none of them really stand out to me as being any good, lol.

What is your favourite Spotify playlist if you have one? I don’t have a favourite - I just make a load of them and pick one at random.

Firefox or Chrome? Chrome.

Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories? Yeah, I find them pretty interesting and I honestly think a few of them have some merit.

If so, what is your favourite? I like random theories about various crimes etc.

Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex? I’ve never found hand tattoos particularly attractive on either sex.

If you had a baby boy, what would you name him? I have zero desire to ever have a baby, but I like the name Harrison for a boy.

What is your favourite Netflix original series? A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi? Nope. I was never allowed stuff like that growing up.

Do you have a favourite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who? No, I don’t really pay attention to them, in all honesty. I just take surveys off my dashboard that look interesting.

Would you rather be 10 minutes late or 20 minutes early? 20 minutes early. I’d just sit and read or play on my phone.

If you could be a member of any TV-Sitcom family, which would it be? The Foremans from That 70s Show. Kitty is the best. <--- yes! 

Tell me about the 6th person in your contact list: I have no idea who that is.

Are you waiting for a text back right now? Nope.

Would you rather be able to control fire or water? Water.

[vrnicky]

For Sirius

5, 9, 11, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20, 28, 30 and 31

Sorry for so many feel free to pick and choose ^^

Oh wow hehe no worries!! Imma do all >:3

5. What is a secret that they have?

Sirius big secret of his, that isn't so secret once you know him, is that he is the number one fan of his brother. He will always cheer up for him, in secret because he thinks he will embarrass his brother </3

9. What is something that would break them emotionally?

Knowing his mother raised him different than his brother and mostly, knowing his brother was the one afraid of hanging out with him thinking Sirius would be embarrassed of him.

11. Do they have any illnesses?

Being too confident? Lol. Not really. He has a strong magic so it's weird of him to get sick!

12. What is the fastest way to upset them?

In irritated way? Chew your food loudly and with an open mouth. In a pissed way? Anything that has to do with treating his brother bad, man he could kill for his brother.

14. What is something that doesn't fail to make them excited?

Ranting about how he kicked the butt of some thieves! He is a police officer after all and talking about the books of his brother, they're really good and would probably make you read at least one. Pleaseee, his brother tried hard to write it!!

16. What is the most romantic thing someone has done for him?

Shared an umbrella to him when he was doing his runs and it started raining, he forgot his at home and a stranger didn't mind sharing it with him. He was very in love with that nice stranger.

18. Shoulder kisses or neck kisses?

Both? Both is good! Pssst.. come closer.. more closer... He is very sensitive in both his neck and shoulders, do as you please with this information if you know what you mean ;)))

20. Would be the one proposing? Would they wait for the propose or they don't want to get married?

Man, he is totally down for proposing himself!! He is a very romantic skeleton but would be blushing a storm if you propose instead!

28. When left to their devices, how would they spend their free day?

Well, he enjoys reading! He can read any genre of books but hides the romance ones. Besides reading he will enjoy doing some exercise, it's helps keeping his mind at ease!

30. What is their ideal sleeping situation?

Cuddling his partner, he really wants to feel their skin and how soft it is! In any position, in his lap, as a big or small spoon, seriously in any way! Just give him cuddles 🥺

31. Do they have a comfort food?

Lol, it might sound silly but he loves fruit salads!! It was the food his brother used to make him and he enjoys cutting the fruit!

[ladysilence]

Flight of Icarus

So, I just finished "Flight of Icarus", the Eddie Munson Stranger Things book. I have to say... It wasn't bad. I liked it. I do and don't understand some of the negative opinions toward it though. Call me old and jaded, but anyone saying that Eddie is out of character has an odd idea what out of character means. Take it from someone who grew up watching soap operas, where I'd watch a character that I adored get utterly destroyed by a new writer every few years. (And that would be before head injuries, amnesia, and recasts, lol) This honestly feels like it was just Eddie evolving into the one we see on the screen. Were there missteps along the way? Sure. But if there wasn't, there wouldn't be a book. Call it a cash grab all you want, and I totally agree that it is, but then again, all merchandise is exactly that, you know?

(And if you decide to keep reading this babbling hot mess, there will likely be spoilers.)

The thing is, all of the "Eddies" many of us have built up in our head canons were built on the shoulders of those on/involved with the show and of course fanfic writers. This is no different. It's just officially licensed. Does it make it canon? As far as I'm aware, not yet. But then again, even if it is, who cares? No fanfic is canon, no matter how hard someone tries to keep the setting in check. It's all AU. It is ALWAYS AU. We pick and choose our headcanons for the content we create as fans. I've done it for years with Buffy, Marvel, Smallville, comics, various anime, old obscure shows most people that may see this will never have even heard of and more... We gravitate toward the parts we love and either discard or "fix" the stuff we don't like. Inserting new characters to help tell the narrative we want. Or maybe there is no new character and we've just thrust the characters into a scenario that never could have happened without our own particular imaginations. We see all the nuggets in his character that gravitate towards us and then we end up coming to our own conclusions on what they mean. Is he this or that? Did he have game or not? If it wasn't explicitly said in the show (or whatever the Duffers consider canon) then it's all headcanon. It just so happens that in some cases a lot of other fans agree on certain takes. Does it make any of them wrong? I mean, technically yes, but only in the sense that it wasn't officially confirmed. But who cares? Fandom is fandom and we do what we do. But in the end, these characters aren't ours, no matter how much better some fans write them. We're just messing around in another person's playground.

Where am I going with this? I don't know. It's freaking too early in the morning (for me and my schedule anyway) and I keep seeing people upset or freaking out about this book. By the way, to anyone creating blogs just to be some kind of "truther" to pick on people who don't like the book? Dude, go out and touch some grass. Attacking anyone for liking or disliking this book is real fuckcanoe energy. And for those upset about the book, it's understandable to be disappointed. Just please do your best not to let it ruin your fun with your headcanons if you read it. No form of media deserves to take your mental energy and make you feel crummy. To those that enjoy it, cool, welcome to the club. We have cookies. (Ok, there are cookies for everyone, except the bullies. They get nothing.) Basically, I'm just saying... um... Don't be a dick to anyone. Don't let the stuff you don't like take up too much of your thought and feelings, because you deserve better than that. Even though I'm in the enjoyed it camp, I have been where you are for other fandoms. It's not worth it in the long run to let it get to you. (I have survived the Buffy, Smallville, and Supernatural fandoms. I have scars. Join us and other headcanoners that survived the various fandom trenches over the many decades of time... We have cake. And alcohol. Lots of it. Well, we may be short on alcohol. I mean, Supernatural was on for a long time...)

So there was some actual story thoughts I had too, so I guess I'll ramble about them here.

Paige is... Paige. I didn't hate her or love her. She served her purpose, story wise, such as it is. With more to flesh her out she could have been a better character. Maybe she'll grow on me on re-reads. It was typical "they both have something the other wants" scenario. It was honestly pretty paint by numbers. She wasn't a villain or anything like that.

Character wise...

Ronnie. I liked Ronnie the most outside of Eddie & Wayne. It was nice to see some aro(/ace?) rep, even if it wasn't super focused on. But then again, it didn't have to be since she wasn't the lead character. Still, there was a nice dynamic with Eddie and her. (Obviously not as good as say Steve and Robin as many point out. But we've had two seasons with them and actual actors with chemistry to make that as good as it is.) I'm not fond of the ending between her and Eddie, but it's honestly believable. When things are broken you can't always repair them. Even if you do, it's still never 100% fixed.

Al. Fuck that guy. I mean, I went in knowing I was going to hate him and it was nice to have a character to legitimately hate. He was a piece of shit. He currently wears the crown of King Fuckcanoe. May he drift away along the river of Fuckoffwithya and into the ocean of Dieinafirewithacrowbartothenuts. Give me a few hours and I could ramble on about how much I hate him. Give me a day and I could write a stupid fic with the most outlandish punishment I can think of... Not sure which is a better (worse?) punishment...

Principal Higgins... yeah, he can get in that canoe too. Along with Tommy H and his daddy's car dealership. You know what, throw in anyone that kept treating Eddie like crap. Sure, the canoe won't fit everyone, but if it sinks and takes them all with it, will they be missed? No. If all else fails, I'm pretty sure I know of a cornfield waiting for all of them.

Reefer Rick was pretty much exactly what I expected. I dug him.

Wayne is Wayne. I love him. Will always love him. I would have liked more of him than we got.

Eddie... Look, I loved him in this. It really was just him getting caught up in the fairytale, something anyone in his situation might do. The journey to be the Eddie in the show is there and you see it at the end of the book, but all those other bits of him are still in there, just scattered about. This is a guy who got hit by a whirlwind of events. His shitty dad, the shitty bible thumping townies, their kids that are the poster children for how some people should never ever have children, an apparently hot girl who genuinely likes him and sees something in him besides his name, and the hope that maybe just maybe he could have something more. What teenager didn't have dreams of something more? (I mean, I wanted to be a rockstar too, but then again, I was like 8 or something and wanted to be a rockstar princess lawyer. Look, Jem and She-Ra were my idols as a kid, okay? My point still stands. Also, I'm not sure why I wanted to be a lawyer too, but I remember it was a thing with me. Maybe it was inspired by one of Barbie's power suits, I don't know. Anyway, back to Eddie.) When you get treated the way Eddie apparently did all his life, the fairytale is sometimes all you have (or think you have). Throw in teenage hormones and dumb teenage brain things, you get Eddie Munson as he was in this story.

Does the author have something against descriptions? Like everyone was so... vague. It honestly felt like a reader fic to some degree with how little details there are to people's visuals. Maybe it was a script writing habit bleeding through or something. I don't know, but it bugged the hell out of me. I don't need a ton of purple prose, but give me some details, sheesh.

The little cameos... Hopper was good. Chrissy's just added a bit more weight to some headcanony thoughts I had. The Byers boys were nifty.

Now for the negatives, nitpicks, and random thoughts...

No justice for Unnamed Freak. I know, there's an idea that it's Dougie, but that'd make him a super senior too, and there were no hints to that being a thing for him. So, I don't think I can think of them as the same character. (Seriously though, the guy had freaking lines on the show, HE DESEREVES A NAME.)

The timeline being possibly off. It takes place in May of 84, and Eddie lives in his dad's house during it, which should mean it's a timeline problem with the Upside Down and Eddie's guitar. But... maybe I need to reread it again to be sure, it could just be that he moved back to the house when he turned 18 (which could have happened after Will went missing). Maybe he was still living with Wayne when Will goes missing, hence the "time locked" ness of his stuff at the trailer in the Upside Down. I don't know. Just a thought. Or maybe it was just a plot hole no one caught before sending it to print. *shrug*

I didn't mind how off the rails and a bit over the top the main plot was. Honestly with a world filled with psychics and other dimensional monsters, it makes sense. Hawkins is essentially a freaking Hellmouth... (Stop, brain. No plot bunnies for you.) Will I reread it? Yeah, probably. Will I incorporate any of it into any fic I actually finish? Most likely. I've had thoughts and there's actually a lot of neat stuff to work with in my opinion.

I also listened to the audio book and the narrator did a solid job. Just saying. I could hear some Eddie in there.

So... yeah. That was my mess of an opinion on this whole thing. Sorry if you read it. Also, really, sorry if I accidentally got under anyone's skin. I truly didn't mean to. I'm just half asleep and letting my thoughts go on a tornadic journey of wtfery. I'm going to go return to my little lurker bubble now.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

rant part 2 (??)

"But if I was gonna shift biases it would be to Taehyun not yeonjun. I'm sad to say but i'm not a fan of what they're done to his face. It was too excessive to the point that whenever I see him I just notice his nose/eyes etc." - mort

Yeah... I agree that Yeonjun's face is looking a little too done, and it has been for a while. If you look at debut jun and then current jun, the difference is very obvious. It's just that with the latest adjustments he is looking like a drawing I would make. Not natural at all, sure. But it gives my brain the illusion (yes, i am conscious of it being a illusion) that he is the closest I can get of my imagination becoming reality, almost in a "dream come true" type of way if you want it to sound a little more poetic lol. That being said, If I had to choose, I would still go back to puma jun or blue hour jun.

"Also, another reference to anon, i'm a bit shocked that Yeonjun's the pick for the bias switch? I find that yeonjun stans and beomgyu stans are so different i never see people switching between them, soobin/taehyuns usually the popular 2nd pick 😂" - anon

So... that's how it works in my brain:

A bias to me is just the member I gravitate towards the most. No real attachment, cause I am very well aware that those are just interesting strangers. I could never see myself actually fomenting romantic delusions about an idol, or feeling betrayed because they did something unexpected. It's just the one that always catch my eyes, or the one with the humor that hits the most for me, or the one whose opinions i see myself agreeing with the most often, and sometimes that is purely based on talent (like a singing voice that makes me transcend). They kinda become my point of reference inside that group, like my personal pick of a center or face of the group. Simple like that.

In TXT I tend to gravitate mostly towards beomgyu because of pretty much all of those reasons together lol, but what pulled me in was that his persona (as we only know the parts of him he chose to display publicly, and not his personality as a whole) and what he let out of his world view felt very familiar to me, it automatically felt like something i already knew, like an echo of something i already heard. It took me a while to realize that this familiarity was identification, and with time the similarities between us are starting to make me a little unconfy. Seeing your own flaws in others can be a little jarring sometimes. Mix that little unconfy feeling to the not so welcomed shift in his looks throughout this past year, and suddenly i am second-guessing my choice of bias.

I don't think I would ever bias Taehyun cause everytime I see him smile the first thing that comes to my mind is my brother smiling lol. So I do have a soft spot for him, but in the most wholesome little brother type of way, not in a bias type of way. As for Soobin... something tells me that if we knew each other irl he would straight up despise me 💀 so, no. Oh, and the thing with yeonjun is not only about liking his looks, I genuinely admire his talents and his persona seems quite nice. In fact I could see yeonjun fitting in with any of my friend groups easily.

(you can clearly see that synthesis is not one of my strengths 💀💀 I am so sorry for making you read all this. not even i knew i had that many thoughts on the topic. I tend to sound like i care way more than i actually do 😭)

~♡anon

yeah i get it. i mean i like karina's looks because she looks CG but ofc it helps that their concept is ai so it fits.

yeah i definitely get your reason for picking a bias. i think a lot of non-delusional people are like that. i for sure have a crush on some of my biases (otherwise looks wouldn't be a factor) but i agree with your reasons and i have no delusions about getting to date them or feeling possessive over them. i would feel upset though if one of my biases turned out to be a bad person, not because i think i know them but because it's just shitty to love and support someone who turns out to be a bad person

what flaws do you see in gyu that make you uncomfortable? and why do you think soobin wouldn't like you? 😂

lmao it's okay i don't have a lot of people to do these rants with so it's nice to share

[digitalmadness]

Transmission received from: @stingslikeabee

Reading:

"Yagami-san, isn't it?" Melissa asked with a warm smile, offering him a polite bow and sliding into the seat right next to the detective. The girl who had been talking to him thus far left with a curt nod and some whispered apologetic words, leaving the duo alone.

"It seems that you have been asking about one of my girls all night - now, I recognize a dedicated fan being upset when his favorite hostess is out, but you're not the type. In fact, you've never visited before, so your interest in Shiho-san was a little surprising to us," the owner carried on, maintaining the same friendly voice tone, but very clearly driving a point home - she was looking after these girls and she would not have a random stranger inquiring about an employee without a good reason.

"Now, why don't you tell me the real reason you're here? Apologies if this sounds harsh, but I'm the owner and responsible for these girls. Not unlike their mother sometimes, you see," the woman added as a closing remark, crossing both hands over the table and evidently waiting for his response. Yagami probably understood all the hints - she would protect her own from any threats to the extent she was able to.

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❝That's correct and you must be Melissa-chan?❞ A nod followed shortly after his words slipped out from his mouth. His gaze followed the girl he's been questioning this entire time. Even before she could dart out of sight, Yagami had turned his gaze back to the club's owner. He only managed to snag the information about who Melissa is because he had asked, though it didn't surprise him that she knew who he is. By now, word would have came to her ears. Perhaps by one of her girls. One would lead to the other and the dots would have been connected.

Her words echoing against his eardrums, though he patiently listened to her. Every single word too. It'll be rude of the detective to not pay attention. Let alone not explain his side of his story, especially since he didn't want to stir any trouble among anyone. More so, the owner, who could potentially kick him out if he didn't choose his words carefully. As much as Yagami wanted to give details about his case, he couldn't give it all. He's sure she'll understand too.

❝Quite perceptive, are you? Anyways, I understand your worries for your girls, especially given a complete stranger like myself is going around and questioning one of your girls.❞ Yagami moved in his spot. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. The comfort of the seat he sat himself down moved away from his back when he leaned forward. Despite the serious look on his face, his facial features held a degree of reassurances. One that told he means no harm to her or to her girls. ❝I'm currently on a case right now, though most of the details I wish to provide cannot be provided right now. Not until I get all the information I need. Until then, all I can say is that Shiho-san is involved with a strange case that I've been assigned to. While there are a few other witnesses from your other girls, I've been informed that they don't know as much as she does. Hence why I'm here. Please understand this case is as important to me as it is to your business. I do not wish for it to affect your club or who comes in here.❞

He put out a stern yet reassuring tone as well into his voice, which matched his expression. In this case he took himself on, it's quite strange. Not exactly a murder case he took on for the most part. It could be consider as such, given the people had disappeared and could be declared as dead. But Yagami had a funny feeling they weren't dead at all. Between that and how unusual these people disappeared - ranging from no break-ins into their homes at the time of their disappearance to multiple eye witnesses claiming they saw these missing people and the next they were gone - he's the only other person who could look into such things. Even if the police got involved - and mind you, they didn't enjoy Yagami putting his nose into where it doesn't belong - they didn't get the evidence or information like he can or could. Before he could let Melissa speak again, he continued onwards with talking. His voice dropping down to a complete whisper.

❝Between you and me, this case isn't suppose to go public yet. Not from me, nor the police. It'll cause panic and demands of what's going on. I don't wish for you or anyone else to obtain said information, only to be taken in and questioned why you have such information.❞

[arechickensreal]

✿ Cove Holden headcanons !! ✿

(still in love with this little guy!! I decided to make a post specifically for headcanons for Cove cuz i have a lot!! I cry over this little ocean boy a lot, and thats ok. anyways, enjoy the hcs)

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He doesn’t really like going to a barber or salon to get his hair cut. He think its kinda awkward and isn’t really fond of the idea of some stranger touching his hair.

So he probably cuts it himself or gets one of his parents to do it (tbh if he knows you know how to, he would probably trust you to cut his hair too)

His dad or his mom used to cut it until he just kinda started doing it on his own.

He probably started cutting it himself after he moved to sunset bird and was still a little upset with his dad

The two of you made each other friendship bracelets and wore them until you couldn’t anymore

Derek also got a friendship bracelet at some point when he became part of the friend group

His favourite ghibli movie is ponyo (for obvious reasons)

Likes both, but prefers dogs over cats a little more

He likes medium/bigger dogs a little more since they don’t bark as much as smaller dogs do, but he doesn’t hate small dogs or anything

But he is still a LITTLE intimidated by the little dogs that bark and growl a lot lmao.

Cove’s not super picky or big on music, and mainly just listens to what's on the radio or whatever someone else puts on, but I can see him liking the same types of music as his parents (i talked abt my hcs for cliff & kyra’s music tastes in my post abt them)

I feel like he would like softer music and lofi and stuff.

I can picture him listening to mxmtoon and khai dreams.

If he knows about the types of music that you like, he would try and listen to them too.

He also tries to learn more about your interests and stuff he can talk to you about them or at least have a better understanding of what you’re talking about

He’s actually pretty decent at singing, but he doesn’t really sing much.

He does like to quietly sing or hum to himself if he’s just doing stuff in his room tho

After the first time you two sleep in the same bed together, he starts hugging in his pillow in his sleep when ur not there (he may or may not sometimes imagine its you when he misses you)

If he’s not holding onto or grounded (is that the right word lmao?) by something, he’ll move and shift in his sleep a lot.

He doesn’t really talk in his sleep, but he sort of quietly, incoherently mumbles to himself.

You can’t really make out a full sentence, or proper words out of it most of the time, but occasionally you can make out something that sort of sounds like your name.

He likes stuff like diffusers and scented candles because he likes the smell. He doesn’t really go out of his way to buy and use them or anything since he doesn’t really know much about them, but he likes/appreciates it if you or other people do.

He isn't the biggest fan of the ones that smell overly sweet/strong tho.

On that note, he has a really good sense of smell. Like, he can pick up on things that literally nobody else can.

He likes to talk to his fish about things (he also loves to tell them about you)

Honestly he just loves talking about you in general

I think he likes it when you say his name (not in a weird way lol)

Like you’ll say his name if you’re just talking to him, and internally hes just like

“Yes !! That’s me !! :D”

I think he also wants/wanted you to be there when he gets his tattoo/piercings. For emotional support. (if you choose the cove that has either of those)

But yeah

Also if you were down for it he would also like the idea of getting matching tattoos

Probably something beach related or white poppies or something along those lines (tbh I kinda do wanna get a poppy tattoo irl one day lmao)

Anyways thats all the ones i'm gonna post for now

Might make a second part idk yet

Hope you enjoyed my ramblings about my favourite fictional neighbour <33

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Rules for Requests/Asks || Masterlist || Send asks/requests here!

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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Cultural Differences - BNHA Headcanons

Request: Hi! If it's not too much may I request a Shigaraki, Hawks, Overhaul and Dabi with an s/o who likes wearing revealing clothes because they grew up in western country. Like they're half japanese and half western. Thank you!

Warning: Breast is used gn here!! (not sure f that counts as a warning but i felt like the a/n not was too long)

A/N: I hope this is good. I tried to make in character as possible because I feel like I’ve been stray from that the past times i’ve been writing for them

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Chisaki Kai:

It isn’t that Kai hates the clothes, it’s just that he isn’t used to them. Of course, fashion has evolved and things aren’t as prude as they were years ago, but even so, he’s someone who values traditional customs. The clothes aren’t anything that he hates, and most of the time, he finds them cute, as if you’re trying to fit into some sort of aesthetic, but it’s just different. It shows just a bit too much skin than what he likes and if he were to be honest, he would prefer if you covered up.

Most of the time, he allows you to wear whatever you want, but if it happens to be a certain temperature, he wants you to cover up and will scoff when you actually have the audacity to feel cold. Nonetheless, if you get sick, he can’t see you, so he’ll offer you a coat. If it happens just enough times, he’ll have you either start dressing in appropriate clothes for the weather, or he’ll get you a jacket that matches his. He finds it almost offensive with how quick you are to cover-up when he offers to get you a jacket like his- your taste may linger toward revealing, but he’s sure that jackets over clothing is still something that is considered fashionable.

He’s controlling and there’s no easy way around that. It’s a miracle that he lets you reveal as much skin as you do and that he’s hardly done anything about it. While he does mind that you go out in revealing clothing, there is nothing he can do about it, since he hardly sees you in your own home. However, if you were to visit the base, he has you follow a strict dress code. He doesn’t want people to gawk at you, and even if he isn't the type to officiate something, you are still with him, and that should be enough reason for you to cover up when you are around him and his subordinates. He doesn't want others to see you in a way that he is only meant to see you so before he brings you over, he’ll choose something for you to wear.

There are a few times that his actions and words can be hurtful. It’s nothing new, but sometimes it can be upsetting to hear such awful things leave his mouth- especially when they are directed towards you. It isn’t that he means the words, but sometimes, you just refuse to change into something more appropriate, and he always catches people staring at your exposed legs, or midriff. The few times when he catches people staring at your chest, is enough to send him over the edge. In the end, he apologizes in his own way- a small gift, his hand wrapping around yours- still covered in a glove- or even the next outing, not commenting on how short your attire is. He knows that sometimes his words can be a bit too harsh, that you aren’t like the others that he keeps around him, and that you aren’t used to his way of speaking, so he tries to relax a bit on it. He’ll blame it on the need to protect you, for you to understand that others are viewing you in some sort of way, but when you don't’ care about- when you only care about his opinion, he’s taken aback. He’s left speechless for a moment and then he nods to you and himself.

Of course there are going to be cultural clashes between the two of you, but he hadn’t expected clothing to be one of them. It isn’t that he hates it, he finds that you look rather cute in the things you wear, but, it’s also short. And people are vile, disgusting little things. He can almost sense the motivations behind every person when their eyes stare at the low cut of your shirt, and he just fumes, because you have no real motive to cover up. The last thing that Kai will do is plead for you to cover up, but he will often wrap his jacket around you, until you are away from the public eye. It’s always a weird moment for the both of you- he refuses to look at you and will let his hands linger a bit too long on your shoulders, and when he pulls away, he adjusts his gloves, telling you to keep up. To him, it’s just a bit more than him offering you his jacket at a certain point in the relationship, it isn’t him begging for you to cover up, but rather than the trust that he has with you to wear something of his. He hates germs, anything dirt and grime, but he’d be willing to give you a staple of his clothing as long as it meant that you weren't cold- or stared at by the perverse eyes of others.

Dabi:

Despite Dabi’s upbringing, he shed most of those ideals and morals once he became who he is now. He’s seen much more revealing things in all sorts of ways, so wearing something revealing isn’t a big deal to him. You wearing something revealing, is something up to you. He hardly cares one way or another about your style of attire. There are a few times where his more traditional sense of style will show, such as the almost brooding looks that he gives you when you wear something just a bit too short. However, despite that, he won’t say a word to you- what you choose to do, is what you choose to do- he has no reason to intervene unless it’s something potentially dangerous.

He sits at a weird line where he doesn’t look at you and your exposed skin, and where it’s just where his eyes happen to land on. You look great, there’s no doubt about it, but he’s also seen skin before, so he doesn’t know why it’s you that is so captivating. He doesn’t understand why seeing the side of your breasts makes him feel so flustered. He’s hot, burning at the nape of his neck and constricting around his chest until he’s dizzy and unable to catch his breath properly, and yet, he still can’t pry his eyes away from you. He can’t dare to look away and stop tracing over the soft stretch marks that curve around your thigh or the soft fat of your stomach that stretches when you lean over the counter.

Depending on where and who you are both with, is how he’ll act towards you. He doesn’t mind if you wear something revealing around the League; he knows that the most they’ll do is playfully hit on you in order to get a rise out of him, and as annoying as that is, he knows that around them, you’re safe. Being around strangers is a totally different story. He doesn’t know their intentions and even though he doesn’t, it doesn’t take much to figure out that those intentions are less than playful. He doesn’t like for others to be around you for too long and will often interject himself if you’re having a conversation with what he can assume is a stranger. He’ll put a stop to it immediately and as he pulls you away, he’s tempted to throw his jacket over you, but then you pull him closer to you and tell him how he’s cute when he’s jealous. There are few things to make him react, and that happens to be one of the few; he scoffs lightly, shaking his head and taking you elsewhere- often to another seedy bar or back to the hideout.

Most of the time, he has his hands on you. Whether it be on your knee or curved around your thigh, he keeps you within arms’ length. He doesn’t like for you to leave his side for too long, and tries to keep you around him in the most subtle ways possible. There are few times where he’ll actively ask for you to stay beside him, and even then, those are rare moments where the alcohol has taken over and he’s leaning close to you, his breath warm on your neck as he asks you to not leave him. When he isn’t intoxicated, he’ll throw his leg over yours and keep you trapped there, giving you a short wolfish grin as he refuses to move even when you begin to lightly hit his knee.

There are very few things that Dabi shows to the public, but at the end of it, he is emotional, bubbling over and showing his true nature when it’s late enough. He’ll lean beside you, trace over your skin and watch as goosebumps prick under his fingertip and when he catches your eyes, he waits for you to tell him to stop, but when you don’t, he continues. He likes to touch your skin, to let his touch trace over anything and everything exposed- to trace against your stretch marks, to touch at each birthmark and mole, to let his fingers hover over your scars, and he could fall asleep doing just that. He likes the difference, the way that you laugh lightly when he touches your sides, or how you shiver when he ghosts over your ribs, and when he finally falls asleep, his hand is over your stomach.

Takami Keigo:

Keigo may play the playboy attitude, but he’s under constant watch of the hero commission which leads him to have little romantic relationship. He’s charismatic, and he’s received his fair share of uncomfortable fan-mail, but it’s different when your partner reveals little clothing- at least in Japanese standards. When you come to him wearing clothing that leaves little to the imagination, he can’t help but feel his face grow hot and look away from you. Sure, he’s seen and been given pictures that are much more lewd than what you wear, but it feels different when it’s someone that he cares about in a romantic sense. Each brush of your skin against his leaves him giving you a small smile, while a few of his feathers flutter against each other in a weak attempt to remain calm.

It isn’t that he’s uncomfortable with you wearing so little- just a bit, but that’s more for cultural and personal reasons- but he also just wants you to wear more. The hero commission already controls so much of his life, and he’s fearful that if you get any sort of bad reputation, it’ll follow him and cause the commission to terminate the relationship he has with you. He doesn’t want his relationship to end with you, and he’ll request that you wear more. He hates how you pout and whine telling him that you’re just used to wearing a bit less, but he hints that it’s something that you should do. That usually puts an end to the conversation, but he still feels a bit bad for trying to control you and how you dress.

Control is something that he knows well and something that he’s dealt with his whole life, and the last thing he wants is to control you. He doesn’t want to tell you what to wear or what not to wear, but it’s difficult. You wear so little and while he doesn’t hate it, he doesn’t want other people to judge you. Whether it be for hero work or casual wear, he’s often seen wearing a jacket. Because of that, he’ll give you his jacket most of the time, gently putting it around your shoulders and flexing his wings when you actually wear it, acting as some sort of curtain for you. Truth be told, while he is a fan of you wearing short attire, he prefers seeing you with his jacket around you, loose fitting and just enough collar to hide the lower half of your face.

Your style of clothing isn’t something that he hates. He actually likes it. It’s almost teasing, seeing the bare skin of your upper thigh, or the soft swell of your breast that hides under the low cut shirt. He can see why you would wear those types of things- you look good in them, and they’re quite cute. On more than one occasion, he’s caught himself staring at you, letting his eyes linger just on the edge of where your shorts bite against your thigh, the soft push of the fat or catching your midriff when you raise your arms over your head in a yawn. When he does catch himself, he turns away, clearing his throat and going to hold your hand, his smile tense as he tries to discreetly catch his breath.

Being a hero- a top one at that- requires for the hero to be charismatic. They have to have a good smile and look pretty for the camera, and while he’s all of that, his life has been under control and under the watchful eyes of the hero commission. Keigo has never had time for a romantic relationship, so when you come along, it’s quite a surprise for him with everything that comes with it. You’re affectionate and yet, the cultural difference is never something that he realized would have played a big part in the relationship. You’re so different compared to him and he welcomes it. He likes that you wear revealing attire and even if it does make him flustered, he can’t help but enjoy how much freedom you have. You’re different compared to him and he enjoys it. He loves to lean into your touch and feel how warm your skin is because the sun has touched you, not because you’re covered in layers, but because you just are.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Tomura hasn’t been exposed to much of life outside of murder and hatred. When you come to him with revealing clothing, it’s something that he isn’t used to. He’s used to watching shows that show two-dimensional characters in revealing outfits, but reality doesn’t touch with the revealing clothing. So here you are, wearing revealing outfits that have him scratching more out of anxiety rather than annoyance and hatred, and he can’t help but feel his heart race and beat against his ribs, to make sure that Father is properly placed to avoid anyone peeking at his pink tinted cheeks. There’s still a bit of a cultural shock with how different the two of you dress when compared, but to him it’s insignificant.

Due to being raised in a sheltered environment, he has been denied anything meaningful in his life like relationships- romantic or not- so when given the freedom to finally have a relationship, he doesn’t notice how often he stares. Whether you sit beside him or across the room, his eyes are on you, tracing over your body, watching how you hold your cup and bring the rim to your lips, and when you catch his eyes, he looks away. He’ll deny that he ever stared at you, and if pressed, he’ll only tell you that he stared because you had something on your shirt. He hates being caught, it makes him feel as if he has done something perverse, and leaves him feeling almost shameful, and even if you were to laugh and tell him that you don’t mind, he still can’t help but grumble under his breath and move away.

At a certain point of the relationship, it becomes less shameful to stare at you, and more normalized. He sits close to you and when you start to talk, he’ll keep his eyes on you, and even when done, he’s still watching you. He’ll start to be more playful, softly elbowing your side and teasing at your short attire with a sharp grin. He enjoys how you’ll jab back and pull at his sleeve or even when you stick out your tongue and call him some crude name that he’ll return. The relationship becomes much more lighthearted, where the two of you just lean into each other.

You choosing to wear something revealing interfere in anything that he does, so he doesn’t mind how you dress. He doesn’t own you, and no one owns him, he wants you to feel comfortable however you dress, and if you feel better dressing in something short, then he doesn’t care. At the end of the day, it’s about how comfortable you are, and he’s grateful that you’re comfortable around him to dress in something revealing. There are a few times where he prefers to have you dress a bit more revealing, wanting to touch your skin and watch how you react to him- the little jumps, the bumps that cover your skin, the hitch in your breath when he happens to graze over a sensitive spot. It’s much more than just trying to get a rise out of you, it’s to touch you and feel that you are real beneath him, that you willingly let him touch you despite his quirk.

Tomura just likes having you around. He’ll try to keep you to himself as much as he can, excluding the both of you from events that the league invites him to. It isn’t that he’s jealous of the attention that they’ll give you like the playful flirting, but rather, he just misses you. He wants you beside him, he wants to touch you and keep you by his side. He wants to be greedy and not let anyone see you when you wear so little, he wants it to be for him. He understands that it isn’t, that it’s just how you dressed back home and it’s something that you’re used to, but he wants to believe that it’s for him. The infamous villain wants to believe that you’d wear something revealing for him in a way to show that you trust him, that you’re comfortable in letting him see you and touch your skin that is so different compared to his. To him, touch is important, it’s denied and dangerous for him, and yet with you, you welcome him and that’s enough for him to lean into you and rest his head on your chest.