#which in story isn’t that big a deal cause it seems to be not an uncommon thing for heros

[softer-ua]

The shade Hori throws at Kirishamas existence is so obscene 💀

Kiris trying to reinvent himself & it’s like god saying

“I just want you to know that you’re so unoriginal that completely independent from you an exact carbon copy exists, and they did it organically. Other people build themselves on their admiration of others every day but they hold a level of creativity to reinvent those pieces, you don’t, you are so spectacularly not special in almost every way imaginable”

Like Monoma showed Kiri a picture of TetsuTetsu’s room while they were standing in Kirishimas room and Kirishima thought Monoma had some how already gotten a picture of his own

Imagine not being able to tell apart your own bedroom from someone else’s?? Like that’s not even just a shared aesthetic, that just having one brain cell together

And I mean Kiri and Tetsu are good sports about it and even enjoy it, but if it were me that’d absolutely fuck me up

Maybe it’s because I’ve always had a personal sense of individuality and a social one, I never been someone that others could neatly categorize, to a degree that it’s a frequent conversation topic between those who know me well and those who are merely aquatinted with me

Not that I’m supremely unique there’s just always a “but…” following most descriptors of my character so I don’t align neatly with the majority, to the point where people tell me not infrequently some version of

“you don’t really look like other people? I don’t mean that in a bad way just if I needed to say you looked like anyone there’d be no one to compare you to?”

so I would absolutely lose my mind if I met someone who was just identical in every way after I actually put real effort into creating myself 💀

[lonelywitchv2]

Shattered (Strawberries pt. 2)

summary: the discovery of your relationship leaves an aftermath that shatters more than just an inkpot.

content: lots of anger, lots of dialogue, lots of angst, lots of anger (again), sirius and james lowkey being assholes, mentions of food, the marauders basically controlling your life, sirius and regulus being on extra-bad terms, the marauders also stalking you (to an extent)

wc: 2350 (literally almost 4x longer than part 1)

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the long-awaited part 2 is here! hope y'all enjoy <3

The walk back to the school was quiet, all attempts at defending you and Regulus had been long abandoned. James’ grip on your forearm remained as he marched you away from the forest while Sirius refused to even look at you, choosing to glare ahead like James. 

When you, Sirius, and James entered the common room, Remus, Lily, and Marlene looked up, all three caught off guard by the sight in front of them. None of them had seen James look as angry as he did, not in the seven years of knowing him. You, on the other hand, were stuck in his iron grip, your eyes cast downwards. They watched as James and Sirius made a move to take you up to the boys' dormitories, only stopping when Remus jumped up and blocked them.

“What the hell is going on?” Remus asked, his tall frame standing in front of the staircase, glancing between the two boys and you.

“We caught her out on a little date,” James responded, his upset expression unchanged.

“Why is that such a big deal? She’s sixteen, she’s allowed to go on dates, Prongs,” Remus said, confused.

“Well, she isn’t allowed to go on dates with my little brother!” Sirius exclaimed, his face twisted in anger.

Remus, Marlene, and Lily all paused, shock written across each of their faces.

“She was on a date with Regulus?” Lily asked from the couch.

“Yes!” James responded, his head turning towards the redhead.

“And in the Forbidden Forest too!” Sirius added.

“It was just a picnic,” You uttered.

“I’m pretty sure it was more than ‘just a picnic’ given that I saw Regulus on top of you,” Sirius argued.

“Regulus was on top of her?” Marlene asked, still shocked.

“It wasn’t like that! We were just kissing!” You said, a weak defense against the five seventeen-year-olds beginning to crowd around you.

“Oh, so Regulus pins your wrists down every time you two kiss?” Sirius asked bitterly.

“No-!”

“Well, then it seemed like more than ‘just a kiss’ to me!” 

“You guys don’t understand!” You exclaimed.

“Well then help us understand,” Remus responded, trying to remain calm.

“I’m trying! Regulus and I were going on a picnic-” You started before swiftly getting interrupted.

“Why was it in the Forbidden Forest?” Sirius pestered.

“Because we knew you would freak if you saw- which we were right about!” You argued back.

“Anyways….?” Lily said, trying to draw the story out from you.

“And we were talking about books-” You said, trying to continue.

“I didn’t know talking about books involved lying on top of someone,” James muttered, hostility lacing his words

“Oh shush, James,” Marlene groaned.

“We were talking about books and then had a play fight over a strawberry and kissed. That’s it. Nothing more to it,” You finished.

“Still doesn’t explain why it was all with Regulus,” Sirius grumbled.

“Listen, Sirius, I get that you’re pissed off and I’m sorry for keeping it a secret, but I’m not sorry that it was with Regulus. I know he’s your brother but I really like him, Siri,” You said, looking up at the dark-haired boy.

“I just… I don’t get it. How’d this even happen?” Sirius asked, quieter this time.

“Potions- we, uh, we have potions together. And a few prefects rounds now and then,” You answered.

“Prefect rounds… Lily, did you put the two of them together for rounds? Cause I know I sure as hell didn’t,” James accused, turning towards the red-haired girl.

“No- James, you know the pairs are rotated, I didn’t put them together on purpose, it was bound to happen!” Lily exclaimed, stepping away from the group.

“Lily, none of this would’ve happened if they weren’t put on rounds together!”

“The pairs aren’t picked out by hand, I already told you it wasn’t intentional-”

“Dear Godric- will you guys stop fighting? James, listen, Regulus and I had classes together- we would’ve met regardless of if we were paired up for rounds or not, so don’t go blaming Lily for it,” You interrupted.

“Everyone, just stop. I just need to think.” Sirius said, waving you, Lily, Marlene, Remus, and James off as he walked up the stairs and into his dormitory.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Remus muttered, following the path of Sirius. James, who momentarily turned to glare at you, walked behind Remus.

Left in the common room with Lily and Marlene, you let out an exasperated huff as you watched the boys’ heads disappear up the stairs. Turning around, you saw the two older girls staring at you.

“What?” You asked, not oblivious to their curious expressions.

“How long has this been going on?” Lily asked quietly, Marlene leaning in slightly to hear the conversation.

You stayed silent for a moment, your gaze trailing down to the scuffed material of your shoes.

“A few months,” You said quietly, slight shame enveloping you as you felt the burning stares from Lily and Marlene.

“How many months?”

“Four.”

“Four months?!” Marlene exclaimed, a gasp leaving her mouth.

Your head turned to the side, avoiding the gaze of the two as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“Yeah, four months,” You repeated, looking everywhere but at the girls in front of you.

“Why didn’t you just tell us?” Lily asked, brows furrowed.

“You’re really gonna ask that after what just happened? Blimey, Lily, it’s a mess whatever I do. None of them are going to trust me again. They… they’re gonna do everything they can to keep me away from Regulus and there’s about nothing I can do about it,” You muttered, frustrated tears forming in your eyes.

“I need to be alone for a little while. I’ll see you later,” You said after a few moments of silence, raking your hands through your hair as you left for your dorm.

The sight of your bed was a welcoming sight, prompting you to kick off your shoes and flop down onto it. Despite it only being late afternoon, you were already exhausted from the stress of the day. It started off good, with you getting to be with Regulus, but it was quickly ruined by James and Sirius discovering the two of you.

Regulus.

The thought of him normally brought a wave of happiness, butterflies swarming in your stomach when you saw him. Right now, though, you felt everything but the pleasant fluttering in your stomach. It was more like there were moths inhabiting your body, covering whatever light that was once in your heart. It wasn’t because of Regulus himself, dear Godric, of course not, it was over the fact that, just like you told Lily and Marlene, you would have all four boys, or at the very least James and Sirius, working against your relationship and working to keep you apart from him. It made you sick to the stomach.

Some might say to sneak around and meet up in abandoned corridors, broom closets, or empty classrooms, which would (theoretically) work if it wasn’t for the damned Marauder’s Map. At first, the piece of enchanted parchment was a blessing when you needed to check for professors before leaving the common room past curfew but, as you grew older and would meet up with boys, you would have about five minutes, maybe ten if you were lucky, until the marauders would appear. Your resentment for the paper only grew when you realized there was no way you could be with Regulus in an empty room or corridor at night without one of the marauders catching on, so you had to get creative. You and Regulus would make out in empty sections of the library, hold hands in the back of the classroom, talk and kiss during prefect rounds, and exchange love notes passed using either magic or by being left in between the pages of a book.

The rest of the day, you stayed holed up in your room, only leaving when dinner came around, followed by Lily and Marlene, who dragged you out of bed and down to the Great Hall. Dinner was a quiet affair, something incredibly unusual for the group but, with the lingering air of hostility emitting from Sirius, no one was really in the mood for talking. You were sat in between Remus and Lily, placed strategically so you couldn’t look over at the Slytherin table. Sirius, however, was sitting across from you and refused to even glance at you, his eyes either on his plate or glaring at the Slytherin table, most definitely aimed at Regulus. 

You could feel the stares, watching as Marlene’s eyes flickered between you, Sirius, and Regulus. Lily, who would repeatedly would glance at you through her peripheral view, also caught your attention with her gaze. You were almost positive you could feel Regulus’ stare on the back of your head, yet you refrained from turning to meet the gaze. Sirius was mad enough as it was, he didn’t need to catch you looking at his little brother.

Not particularly hungry, especially given the day’s events, you spent the majority of dinner pushing around the food on your plate rather than eating it. You felt almost nauseous as you sat on the bench, the idea of eating englufed by the still-present feeling of moths within your body.

When dinner was finally finished, you were ready to bolt out of the Great Hall and into your dorm. Remus, however, had other plans, placing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his tall frame. Although it might’ve looked like an act of affection to some, you knew it wasn’t. You were certain Sirius had given Remus some sort of signal to make sure you didn’t leave their sight, something he was keen on avoiding after finding you and Regulus in the forest.

The over-protective behavior continued for days. You were always in the company of at least one of the marauders, whether it was in the library or walking to class, you were never alone. They had even gone so far as to bribe one of your Potions classmates into keeping an eye on you and Regulus. Of course, this was only after the plan of forcing you to switch partners failed and so began your life of constant surveillance. James had even put it upon himself to use his Head Boy status and hand-pick the prefect pairs that would patrol the halls, ensuring that you and Regulus were never together.

The only time you were ever alone was when you were in your dorm. Even then, the three girls, with whom you shared a room, had told you that James interrogated them every time they left the dorm, trying to squeeze information out of them on if you had gotten any letters or anything of the such. The girls, thankfully, had refused to answer any of James’ questions, leaving him to question what happened behind the wooden door of Gryffindor tower’s dormitory thirteen.

Around a week after you and Regulus were discovered, you finally received a letter from him. It had come Saturday morning while you were getting ready for breakfast, delivered by the midnight-colored owl Regulus had named Pluto, after the Roman god of the underworld. After petting Pluto for a moment, you sat down on your bed to read the piece of parchment. Inside the letter, Regulus wrote about how greatly was he missing you and how he wanted nothing more than to be able to hold your hand without receiving a scathing glare from his brother. You folded the letter back up and went rummaging through your bag, pulling out parchment, ink, and a quill as you wrote a response, talking about how you were planning on trying to get Sirius to let up and not keep you on watch every moment. You rolled your letter up, tied it to Plato, and sent him off, storing Regulus’ letter inside your DADA textbook before hurrying down to breakfast.

While you were sitting with your friends, your eyes would briefly glance at the door every time a student entered, looking for a particular curly-headed boy. When you made eye contact with the one you had been searching for, you could feel the redness in your cheeks. You quickly looked down, avoiding the side-eyed glance you received from Sirius, his eyes trailed over to where Regulus was walking towards the Slytherin table.

Catching on, Sirius dropped his fork onto his plate, storming out of the Great Hall in a fit of rage. You, James, Remus, Peter, Marlene, and Lily all watched him disappear before you stood up and began to follow him.

By the time you reached the painting of the Fat Lady, Sirius was already ahead of you and inside Gryffindor tower. Muttering the password, you entered the common room, pausing to look for Sirius. After you realized he wasn’t downstairs, your ears caught the sounds of things being tossed around and falling from the girls' dormitories.

In a matter of seconds, you rushed up the stairs and into your dorm, where Sirius was rummaging through your bag, your nightstand already ransacked and gutted, its contents scattered across the floor. 

“What the hell are you doing, Sirius?!” You shouted, attempting to pull the bag out of the boy’s grip. The fight over the bag was essentially tug of war, ending when the contents spilled out, books and quills on the ground. 

“I don’t know what else you’re hiding from me, but I’m going to find it so bugger off,” Sirius growled, anger burning in his eyes as he glanced at you.

You watched as Sirius reached for your Defense Against the Dark Arts book, freezing as the letter from Regulus fluttered out from the pages and onto the ground. Sirius picked it up, unfolded it, and turned to you with a look of betrayal and fury on his face after reading it. 

“How could you?” Sirius said, leaving your dormitory and taking the letter with him.

Left in the mess surrounding your bed, you looked down to see your inkpot on the ground, shattered.

tysm for reading!

@serialghost @abq654 @scrletletter @readtomeregulus @anny-bah

[l0vem41l]

star stickers and best efforts.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort but 100% not at all, reader is mildly mean when nervous LIKE A BAD DOG /ref and most definitely written self-indulgently by accident, sun is mildly condescending, they r each others best supporters, mentions of a customer being rude but rly nothing crazy, sun uh... he's an interesting fella, BIGGG dialogue chunks im sorry im sorry 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the daycare attendant/sun/sundrop

author's note: my wip title was literally just "the one where you're yelled at" :p but... hiiii!!! obligatory return to fnaf real quick becuz,,, no, i still havent gotten into the ruin dlc but YES i do love sun's personality in help wanted 2..... if this is ooc u can erm. shove me into wet concrete. (。﹏。) aaannywayz!! missed this!!! missed this so much!!!! ( ╯□╰ ) sorry for not valentine's day posting,,, scandalous ik since im lit rally Called Valentine. but oh well. enjoy! or dont. if you dont im sorry please request fnaf stuff so i can Fix That /srs

if you weren't relying on this job to put food on your table and a roof on your head, you’d burn the freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex to the ground for a piece of pocket lint and a pat on the head.

maybe it’s a bit dramatic to say that— you're paid well, you like your mostly robot coworkers, and most of the time (emphasis on most and not always) the work is manageable enough.

the customers are another story.

sun notices the minute you walk in the daycare. you look like you're a minor inconvenience away from murder— which naturally, makes him feel inclined to prod a little.

“well, someone’s awfully sulky today!”

while you’d typically crack a smile at the upbeat jester animatronic, his enthusiasm in the face of your misery is grating. there’s no energy left in your body to banter with him— you were using most of it to drag your feet over to the shoe caddy, toolbox in hand to fix up its shelf, now hanging askew due to a busted bracket.

“can it, sunny, i don't wanna hear it.” you mutter, more venomous than you intend it to be. he doesn’t even blink at your grumpiness. instead, he happily holds up the shelf while you inspect it and grab a new bracket to secure it.

at least he’s trying to make himself useful. you think to yourself.

his faceplate tilts slightly, staring at you with that ever present grin. his staring isn’t really helping, but you don’t fault him for it. you’ve gotten used to his antics by now. “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” sun questions.

you shake your head.

“got yelled at by a customer— now, if you could please just drop the topic—” you sigh exasperatedly, not even bothering to finish the sentence as you sit down cross legged in front of the shoe caddy, slumping slightly in defeat.

much too persistent for his own good, sun decides that inquiring even further about the incident that seems to have you beat down is a good idea. “what’d you do?”

you consider feigning offense as he insinuates it’s somehow your fault. but you don’t. you just shrug it off.

“my job.” 

“ah, they do hate it when you do that.” he tuts.

“it wasn’t even that big of a deal,” you mutter, getting the bracket in place and marking it, “this one kid just so happened to walk up to the arcade machine i was putting an out of order sign on. i felt bad, so like, obviously, i hand the kid a few tokens, apologize politely, explain— and you’d think it’s all good right?”

you pause mid-ramble as you fix up the shelf. in all your misery, you forgot that you don’t even know exactly what caused the shelf to collapse like this. you consider asking.

sun leans in just a bit too close, interrupting your train of thought as you stare at the shelf. when you glance at him, he gives you a little nod.

go on, he seems to say wordlessly. he’s waiting silently for you to continue your story. it’s never not unnerving when he’s quiet.

“...anyways, uh... the kid’s dad came by and got mad or something. didn’t understand why i couldn’t just let him play one game since it looked perfectly functional— keep in mind, this is the arcade machine that literally kept eating up tokens only to not function, and shocked kids when it did— so i kept trying to explain why i couldn’t exactly do that. but for some reason, it was such a big fucking deal—”

“language.” he chides.

“...fricking deal. of course, i had to be berated for it. i offered to grab them more faz-tokens as compensation and i thought the problem was solved... and then i checked and saw he still left a bad review. definitely gonna hear about that from management.” sun hands you a tool as you continue to speak.

“but now i’m upset, i’m definitely in trouble, and my face hurts from the whole customer service smile i was holding that entire conversation. like seriously, i don’t know how i’m expected to do that 24/7.” you stop at your last remark and stare at sun and his unchanging expression. “...my bad.”

the awkward silence only lasts for a moment, thankfully. you’ve spoken your piece— sun decides to speak his.

“you did your best.” he says simply, as you finally fix the shelf into place. he pats you on the head and doesn't even hide his amusement when you sulk.

“i know that tone, sunny, you're making fun of me—”

“poor thing.” he continues, grinning brightly as he makes a show of patronizing you. sun’s hand continues to pat the top of your head gently, like he would when consoling a child. or when greeting a dog. has he,,, ever seen a dog before? probably not.

you groan and manage to shove his arm away.

“i do mean it though,” he continues, his tone still lighthearted— but notably more earnest as he notes your expression. sun helps you put your tools away neatly back into the toolbox, even though it really is just a one-man job.

“you tried your best,” sun closes the toolbox with a flourish and a click, “...and for that—!”

with a dramatic flick of his wrist, bells jingling as he does, sun produces a gold star sticker from… somewhere. he holds it up for you to see.

and then gently presses it onto the tip of your nose.

“to my favoritest human employee here! and my bestest of friends!” it’s hard to bite back a smile at those words. even if his little show of empathy and affection is much too theatrical for your current mood.

“whatever.” you shrug a little, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching into a little grin. standing up and grabbing the toolbox, you give him an awkward thumbs up.

“thanks. and uh… sorry. for being mean. i guess.”

sun shakes his head dismissively, bouncy and bright as ever. “oh, don't mention it!”

something about his seeming lack of offense towards your prickliness makes you feel even more guilty. still, he gives you a wave as you head out, “bye-bye”-ing happily as you walk away, sticker stuck to your nose and smile on your face like an idiot.

you decide you’ll find a way to make it up to him later. you figure he deserves that much for putting up with everything.

meanwhile, sun is taking mental notes on more stuff to break of whenever you’ve been away for too long. just in case, of course. maybe you’d have more interesting customer encounters to rant about. and hey, you could use the company, couldn’t you?

— reblogs always appreciated!

[tashacee]

It’s implied that Time and Aspect!Wild talked to each other about their moon related trauma, what was Time’s reaction to Wild describing the horrors of the blood moon? What was Wild’s reaction to Time talking about his adventure in Termina? How many of The Chain know about Termina?

I’m so curious and desperate to know how that conversation went. Could it maybe even be a short story please?

Look I know this is VERY overdue but i REALLY liked this idea and wanted to do it justice so

Aspects of the Moon

“So.” Time said, shuffling his feet. “The moon, huh?”

“Oh hell no, spooky-boy, you’re talking first, you were accusing me of being a moon-demon ten minutes ago. I deserve to know why.” Wild chuffed as he signed and flicked his tail to show that he wasn’t actually mad. But still. Sure, he’d spill his own moon trauma, but he absolutely deserved to hear Time’s first.

The old man sighed, raking a hand through his hair.

“Uh…” he said. “I… guess that’s fair.” he sighed and shook his head. “It… it’s really weird. You probably won’t believe me.”

“I came back from the dead. Multiple times.” Wild deadpanned.

Time chuckled. “I mean when you put it like that.” he laughed. “Fine. You win. So… when I was a kid. A real kid. Well. Sort of. I was ten, but it was after my first adventure, which took around two years all things considered, so I was also kind of twelve? But yeah, I was ten.”

“Time, what the fuck?” Wild held up his hands, blinking. “Were you ten or twelve, this isn’t that hard?”

Time snorted. “I’m the Hero of Time, Wild. It really is that hard. Now stop interrupting, this is my trauma I’m talking about here.”

Wild rolled his eyes jokingly, but waved for him to continue.

“Okay so. I fell into a tree and woke up in another world, called Termina. And everyone in Termina was freaking out ‘cause the moon was about to crash into the ground and kill them all. Actually that’s not true. A lot of them weren’t freaking out, they had other issues, which seemed a little short-sighted of them, but who am I to judge? Anyway, the moon kept getting closer - it had a face, by the way. The moon did. Big angry face. Very freaky -and after three days it crashed into the earth and killed everyone. So I rewound time to see if I could stop it. Um. It took a lot of times. Couple of years worth of three day cycles, but like, I kept resetting myself too so I was still ten. And then eventually I fought the moon and escaped. But yeah. That’s. That’s my issue with the moon.”

Wild stared at him.

“Time, what the fuck?”

“I did tell you the biggest thing I ever fought was the moon.”

“Yeah but I thought you were joking!”

“Clearly.”

“Fuck!”

“Yep.”

Wild nodded slowly, staring into the darkness of the woods around him. That was… wow. That was a lot. No wonder Time has issues. If even half of that was true - and Wild had no reason to doubt his brother’s word - then it was frankly astounding that he was functional at all.

“Okay. so.” Time leaned back against a tree. “What’s your story? Why do you hate the moon.”

Oh yeah. That had been the deal, hadn’t it. Time had told his sstory, so now Wild would tell his.

Ugh.

He shrugged.

“Not as dramatic as yours.” he admitted. “In my journeys - both of them, actually - every full moon rose red and Ganon’s power waxed in the air. His evil became visible rising from the ground and at the stroke of midnight, every monster that had been slain returned to life at once. You could hear them howl through the night all at once. It sucked serious ass.”

Time stared at him.

“All of the monsters?”

“Yep.”

“Even - even the big ones?”

“Sure did. Full moons… I don’t trust em.”

“No shit! No wonder you hate them!”

“Word.”

“Fuck.”

They sat in silence for a moment, both thinking about each others’ respective moon traumas. Then Wild pulled out his slate, flicked through a few sections, and pulled out his strongest bottle of whiskey, offering it to Time.

“Fuck the moon, amirite?”

Time grinned, accepting it. “Yeah. Fuck the moon!”

[fencecollapsed]

I love musical theater. I may not be a theater kid stereotype, but I always found it as an interesting way to tell a story. But despite the fact I personally don’t think it’s that big of a deal, a lot of my relatives seem to take me as “the musical girl”. My mother made my 17th birthday musical themed. A lot of my Christmas presents were musical related, I’m sure you’d get it. A couple of weeks back though, my cousin in Michigan, who I don’t really know, suddenly sent me a DVD with blue sharpie on it, simply reading “The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals” in all capital letters due to how much of a mouthful that name is, I’m going to refer to it as TGWDLM for the rest of this. The DVD itself was rather normal looking. She didn’t send me the box it came in, which is probably the reason why it was labeled in sharpie, cause without it, god knows what it could be. It could be a musical or a gore video, so thanks to her for that.

As for the contents... Well, it was a Pro-shot of a musical! The story was about a man named Paul, a guy who... didn’t like musicals! The opening song seems to portray this as a huge deal but to be honest, it isn’t. One day, on the opening night of a Mamma Mia! production in the real-life ghost town of Hatchetfield, Michigan (but populated, obivously), a meteor hits, carrying alien spores of a musical hivemind. One interesting fact is that the zombies are the only ones who sing, and dear god, some of their songs are so camp, but I guess that’s the joke. Also, I can definitely see an influence from Invasion of The Body Snatchers, hell, they even reference it. The musical itself had more laughs than scares for me, but the curtain call gave me fucking chills. The unusual parts though, come from not the musical itself, but what comes after it. There’s a behind-the-scenes, with a lot of content. There were audition tapes, director's commentary, easter eggs... I personally found it as fascinating as the musical itself! There was some mentions of a earlier version of the script, with some interesting parts that weren’t in the original, for example; Paul, Ted, Bill, and Charlotte all worked at a review site similar to IGN or Buzzfeed, or that Alice, in a strange trance, spouts out a bible quote. I began to feel like these random people, from an obscure theater company, were people I knew. But as fun as the behind the scenes are, that is not why I’m here. After the behind-the-scenes, there was just... A black screen. For like, 4 or 3 minutes… Then a blue screen with white text, with a font that looks like those fonts in analog horror, with one word. “APOTHEOSIS”.

There’s more after this too. The following is a very different feeling compared to the behind-the-scenes. It appears to be the night the pro-shot was recorded. It shows footage of the curtain call, when Emma was dragged backstage. Then, it cuts to security footage backstage. Immediately Emma’s actress, who I think I’ll just call Lauren, since that’s her real name, goes out of character. The others don’t let go of her, instead ejecting her out of the crowd. She lands on her ass and says “Ow.” in a tone that says “What the fuck dude? Why’d you throw me?”. The others are silent. Lauren gets up and after a moment looking at the others, decides to take off her bandage, revealing a real scar underneath. Lauren seems unsettled by this, but it’s made worse when everyone else approaches her, talking to her as if she IS Emma Perkins, despite her insistence. They then got closer, and closer. Lauren tried to back away, but they got closer. Eventually, Lauren was completely surrounded, and they... I... I can’t say it. I just can’t. All I’ll say is that audience members found the room covered in blood and mysterious blue goo. The blue screen appears again, the text now saying “THEIR RETELLING SUCKED ANYWAYS.”

After whatever the fuck that was, I kinda had to dig deeper? I had this mix of morbid fascination, horror, and an urge to somehow bring all this to light. Well... That and how at first I assumed it was a performance act, only to find out via a google search that it was all real, Lauren Lopez was presumed dead, and the rest of the cast are missing to this day.

So I talked to people who were at the closing night show. When it was recorded. They reported being genuinely convinced in some segments, like when Emma quote unquote “Looked at Ted’s eyes in horror, like she saw nothing there” and praised the “practical effects”. They also said that the few who lingered after the curtain call heard screaming. Those who checked backstage saw... Well, you know.

I didn’t find much about it though. Only this weird cult website when searching for random tag words related to the musical. It was talking about “His singular voice” or whatever and was saying that, like, all voices needed to be eradicated, for His is the only one that should exist, or whatever. Weirdly enough, there was musical theming in there. And... A page about the musical. I can vaguely recall the contents but it’s really hard to. It had a synopsis of the musical kinda biased in the favor of the zombies, with the implications that He caused the musical apocalypse over there. Me and my friends looked at the site once in a discord call and laughed at it. But then I found the actors' faces and how they all were brought to an “apotheosis”. Like... Like in the fucking musical.

It was just a rabbit hole I found myself in at the end of the day though. I easily tucked it into the back of my brain and went on with my life. But then stuff started getting weird. With me, I think. I’ve been more scatterbrained than usual, prone to zoning out for long stretches of time, wandering off conversations to talk about something else entirely, and I’m beginning to hate the sound of other people’s voices and I don’t know why, I was never a social butterfly but I didn’t hate other people talking... Everyday when I brush my teeth I notice my eyes getting... Bluer? I don’t know how, but my eyes have gone to a dark brown, to a light brown, to a hazel, to green, and now it’s getting closer and closer to blue. My friends online have been safe at the time from my sudden hatred of other voices but I can’t really go on voice chats anymore. And my fixation on musicals has only grown as of late. I can’t help but fight the urge to spontaneously sing a show-tune. I hate it.

I’d try to see a psychiatrist or something but I can’t bear to hear another voice, it’s so grating. And I know I should just grin and bear it but the last time I tried that I yelled at them. Not many people like me much anymore. I see why, I must’ve become an asshole to them, but they don’t get it. My eyes have become blue by now, and I think it’s glowing too.

I can’t help but play the songs over and over. I called it camp but I think it’s growing on me. I like Let It Out the most. I relate to Paul a lot right now. And then I noticed a split second shot of... His actor... Being... I can’t say it. I had to vomit. Why wouldn’t I? That was so fucking disgusting. And when I puked, I froze pale at what I just pushed out of my body.

It was blue, viscous sludge. It felt disgusting looking at it, even worse when you hold it. It smelled like ammonia. I ran out of the bathroom. I couldn’t stand to look at it any longer. And that’s when I decided to write this. I’m scared, to be honest, who wouldn’t be? I’ll most likely either be dead and have my corpse puppeteered, or go missing, for another poor soul to inevitably find the DVD and end up like me. I can hear the chimes and hymns of The Singular Voice. I know He wants me to become one with Him. He says it’s inevitable for me. And what choice do I have in the matter anymore?

I’m sorry, I lost.

[dreamywriter143]

Hey bby🥰

I saw how u are open to doing other characters as well (I love all ur Neteyam Fics btw😍) I was wondering if I could request a pervao’nung x reader? I liked how he was in ur first smut fic scorching heat!

It can be a oneshot or an imagine. Up to u! And take ur time!

Creepin’

Status: Request by Anon

Parings: Ao’nung x Reader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, NSFW/MDNI, Suggestive Content, PervAo'nung. Mentions of drinking.

Summary: Ao’nung always disappears at the same time every day. It has come to the point where it catches the attention of his close friends. The question is where does he go to? More specifically, who does he go to?

Word Count: 2.1k

*Still under some construction, excuse any mistakes! I’ll be fixing them soon!!*

A/N: Thank you for your request Anon! My first Ao’nung fic! I’m so happy! I don’t get many Ao’nung fic requests so I kinda had to dig this one up. I have so many other requests and I’ll try to get to them! I’m sorry if it’s taking long. Thank you all for your patience!

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“Ao’nung! Heading off already?” Rotxo calls the boy back as he attempts to leave the group unnoticed.

Ao’nung curses himself for not being extra careful as he turns back to the group. After a day filled with chores and training the group had decided to hangout near the beach. Each of them sitting on a part of the large log is as they converse about the day while leisurely drinking the sweet floral drink Ao’nung had provided.

A part of him hoped they would be so into their conversation and drinking that he would be able to slip away without gaining any attention. Boy was he wrong.

“Out, there is some things I need to take care of” Ao’nung claims shrugging it off as if it was not a big deal. Neteyam raises a questioning eyebrow setting his cup delicately on the sand below.

“No-no. You don’t have anything else to do today-and this isn’t the first time. You always disappear around this time….what do you do?” Neteyam asks in a curious tone. The group all hum in agreement as Ao’nung curses the eldest son for being so observant.

“Nowhere, you’re imagining it. I'm just going for a walk that's all!” he lies easily. If they knew where he always ran off to, who he ran off to, Ao’nung knew he would never live it down. Especially since what he was ‘doing’ could be seen as…perverse.

For a while now Ao’nung would run off into the night at the specific time because he knew this is the exact time a certain someone would slip off to take a well needed bath.

It all happened one day when Ao’nung went to venture off on his own to clear his head. After a heated argument with his sister regarding Lo’ak and how he hated the amount of PDA they displayed, Tsireya accused him of being too uptight. Too strict. Oh boy would she eat those words.

During his late night walk he stumbled across a small pond, secluded and deep within the trees. It was hidden away from view, a treasure left untouched. At least that's what it looked like upon first glance.

He didn't intend to venture deep into the trees to investigate as he heard the sweet sound of someone humming a quiet tune. But something deep within him caused him to step closer, all while concealing his presence. And he thanked Eywa he did, there stood Y/n. His long term crush.

Y/n was the daughter of Sye’ha, the songstress of the clan. Y/n’s mother had a beautiful voice, relaying their stories and prayers to Ewya through songs and passages. Y/n was also gifted with a great voice, but in Ao’nung’s opinion, it was better. He remembered the first time he heard her sing, it was many years ago which started his one sided infatuation.

She was magnificent, her voice entranced the entire clan as they surrounded her, Ao’nung included. The way she swayed to the song made her seem that much more alluring. Her curves gilded with ease to the beat, putting Ao’nung in a daze he has yet to snap out of. She looked tempting.

When Ao’nung decided to come back the next day he was rewarded with the sight again as Y/n swam in the warm water with ease. After many more sessions he had her schedule memorized to the T. Ao’nung wasn't ashamed to admit he watched how she would slip out of her garments that easily slid down her smooth skin, brushing her hair to the side as she submerged herself into the warm pond below. Ao’nung always watched from afar, controlling his breathing as his hard cock strained against his loincloth at the sight.

He wasn't proud of what he did or the pleasure he got out of watching her and spying on her. He wished he had the courage to approach her and admit his feelings but everytime her e/c eye locked onto him, Ao’nung felt himself melt. His breath would hitch as he would choke on his own words. His words would come out garbled as he would end up fleeing the scene in embarrassment.

“Seriously Ao’nung? You always disappear during this time. Almost every day, you can't blame us for worrying” Tsireya pipes up from her spot nuzzled up next to Lo’ak. Ao’nung frowns, he was always sure to cover his tracks when he snuck off. Was he that obvious?

“Chill Tsireya, maybe he runs of into the forest to jack off or something” Lo’ak teases as Neteyam chokes on his drink. Rotxo quickly slides over to the older boy, taping his back repeatedly. Ao’nung feels his face burn bright red at the accusation that was somewhat true.

“Lo’ak!!” Tsirea squeals in embarrassment, she swats her hands at Lo’ak who chuckles at her flushed expression. Seeing the opening he had been waiting for Ao’nung slowly takes a step back. Rotxo was busy helping Neteyam not choke himself to death while Tsireya lectured Lo’ak on being more respectful. The perfect opportunity.

“Now's your chance, Fish Lips” Kiri pipes up, loud enough for Ao’nung to hear but going unnoticed amongst the rest. Ao’nung sighs out loud as Kiri gestures to the forest with a bored look. Not missing a beat Ao’nung sprints as fast as his legs could carry him, also being mindful to be as quiet as possible.

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To say Ao’ning was fixated on Y/n would be in understatement. He was addicted, addicted to her. Addicted to being around her. Not only was she the gem of the clan, the beautiful songstress to take after her mother. But she was also a beautiful soul.

She helped train the infants with their IIu, always offering a hand to the older Na’vi’s with chores. She also helped Ronal when going out on excursions to pick herbs and spices. It was at those moments Ao’nung got the opportunity to admire her up close. That, and now.

Ao’nung swiftly situates himself behind the familiar bush as his eyes peer through the leaves and branches. It was his spot, his favorite spot as it provided the perfect view of Y/n. He already felt himself harden under his loincloth as he watched Y/n walk into the clearing. Completely unaware of his presence.

Ao’nung calms down his breathing as he watches Y/n set down a cloth and a pair of garments she would change into after the bath. She reaches up to gently tie her locks into a bun which Ao’nung was grateful for. It showed him the view of her slender neck, clean and untouched. The perfect spot he wished to litter with his love bites someday.

Ao’nung’s hand lazily reaches down to squeeze his hardening cock, a silent whimper escaping him as his eyes drink in the show. A view that he never got tired of. He has watched Y/n in this vulnerable state many times, each time he couldn't help but get more turned on. More needy.

Y/n unclasps her top, sliding in down her arms and letting it plop on the mossy floor. Her breasts now free from their restraints, her perky nipples stood erect as the cool air surrounded her. The light breeze leaves a trail of goosebumps down her body.

Ao’ning bites his lips at the sight, stroking his hardened member though his loincloth as beads of pre soaked through. He fantasized about those breasts day in and day out. They were perfect, the size, the shape. How they looked to be their perfect size to fit in his hands. Oh, what Ao’nung would do to have a chance to nip at one of those pink niipes that seem to always tease him. Ao’nung runs his tongue over his lips at the thought, nearly salivating at the image. How would they taste? How would they feel?

Y/n bends over, the loose strands of baby hairs falling loosely around her face as she shimmies out of her loincloth, she drops the perky piece of fabric with her pile as she stands up, on full display. Ao’nung had just seen heaven. He was certain of it.

Unable to control himself any longer he hurriedly pulls out his leaking member, spreading his precum all over his shaft to lube it up. He didn't dare look away from Y/n as she sat near the edge of the pond. Her legs dipping into the warm water below.

Ao’nung pumps his cock all while catching her gently exfoliating her skin with a flower she had brought her. He closes his eyes as he imagines how she would look if she were with him. If he had to courage to make the move. How would she moan? Would she whimper as he bruised her delicate skin with his touch?

Ao’nung lets out a satisfied sigh as his thoughts run wild. How her lips would feel against his, were they as soft as he had imagined? They looked plump, pillowy upon first glance. He was certain he would melt at the interaction.

Ao’nung bites back a groan as his fantasies grow wilder, imagining her underneath his moaning breathlessly as he pounded her. He wanted to feel her grip onto him as he showed her beautiful pussy no mercy. His hand pumps faster, his slick cock letting out lewd squelching sounds as his pace sped up.

A sudden rustle in the leaves jostle Ao’nung from his day dreaming.

His eyes shot open at the sound looking behind at the source. He holds his breath as he waits for something to emerge but with no such luck.

Letting out a sigh of relief he turns back to the pond, his hand still holding his member.

“Fuck-” Ao’nungs eyes widen as he curses to himself. Y/n was nowhere to be seen. He couldn’t help but feel defeated knowing he was so entranced in his own day dreaming he missed out on watching her bathe herself.

“Where-” Ao’nung freezes. His entire body is littered with goosebumps as he feels movement behind him. Quite and calculated steps approach him, if he hadn’t been so caught up in his own world he surely would have missed it,

He feels a breath fan along his neck sending goose bumps all over his body. He didn’t move an inch, partly out of fear, partly out of worry. Just as he audibly gulps, ready to face who was behind him, he feels her.

There was no mistaking it. He felt breasts press against this bare back. He felt the heat radiate off of them as he closed his eyes at the feeling. Taking a deep breath he is finally able to confirm who he had suspected.

Her scent wafted through the air, the smell of her own arousal thick with need.

“Oh dear, you're stiff as a board” a melodic voice coos near Ao’nungs ear that has turned purple over the fact that he’d been caught. Ao’nung opens his mouth to speak but his words get caught in his throat as she presses her completely bare body against his back.

“I-it’s not wha-”

“Oh shhhh, it’s ok. Nothing to be ashamed of” Y/n says softly, her hand sliding down his arms. Ao’nung sucks in a breath, feeling her trail her fingers closer and slower to his groin.

Y/n leans to the side of his face, peppering tiny little kisses along his skin that send Ao’nung to another world. He groans at the feeling , leaning his head back with his eyes scrunched shut in pure ecstasy. He wanted to burn the feeling deep in his brain.

Y/n fingers finally come to a stop, tracing her index finger along his semi-hardened length as it twitches at the contact.

Ao’nung accidentally bucks his hips at the sensation. Praying that whatever he was experiencing was reality, not a figment of his lust filled imagination. Y/n blows near his ear seductively, smirking at how easily he submitted to her featherlight touches.

“Would you…..like a hand?”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you so much for the request!! Make sure to comment any suggestions or changes I can make, I’m still learning how to create well written stories, so your feedback helps me greatly!

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Hyunjin x M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 7

Ch. 7 - Friend? | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter |

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Written: Yes

Smau: Yes

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I just wanted to mention that I’m aware this may not be how it actually is to be a backup dancer, or that this stuff wouldn’t actually happen IRL. However, it is just a story and an AU so it really isn’t that serious. I ask to just enjoy the story and not criticize plz !! tysm for your support :)

Warnings: Swearing, Sex jokes lol

That conversation was one you particularly weren’t fond of. It did you no good and only flooded back negative memories. Sounds silly, but you had your own reasons. All you could have hoped was that they were just bluffing and wouldn’t actually try to go through with the idea. What really shocked you was Lia. She was on board with it and was encouraging it, despite what you had told her years prior. Maybe she just forgot? Or did you imagine you told her and to never really did. Both was a possibility and now you were second guessing yourself. If the second option was true then you were upset for no reason, which only caused you to feel guilty. All these thoughts ran through your head and it felt like one big jumbled mess. You sighed as you saw the studio come into sight. You had arrived, thank god. Maybe you could push everything out of your head now.

As you guys stepped off the bus one by one, you were led by staff members were you were given instructions. You had about 10 minutes before group rehearsal would start. You’d actually be dancing with Stray Kids. It started to be come hard to believe, how had you gotten to this point? No idea, but all you knew is you were incredibly lucky. And you weren’t gonna allow yourself to let them down or take this opportunity for granted. As everyone was doing stretches or warming up, the eight of them wandered in. Laughing and bantering with each other. You decided to try and avoid eye contact with them right now, especially Hyunjin. This whole thing was new and you felt rather awkward about the situation. Making eye contact with him would only make you start thinking, and you’d most likely be distracted. You couldn’t afford it right now. So, you blocked everyone out as you continued your leg stretches. It was definitely something you’d always struggled with. You weren’t the most flexible and always had trouble with this particular stretch. Sitting on the floor as you did your best to reach your toes.

However, this was quickly interrupted as everyone was called by the choreographer. He was there to make sure everyone was on point. His plan was to watch the members do it, then the backup dancers. Followed by combining everyone to make sure it looked good. That’s when something had caught your ear. They said you had only one day to rehearse, you must’ve gotten dates mixed up. It wasn’t really a problem for you, but it was stress inducing none the less. You’d made a mistake of mixing up the dates and now you had to deal with it. You convinced yourself you’d be fine.

Hours and hours went on of rehearsal. It was exhausting dancing for hours upon hours for sure, but dance was something that had brought you comfort and peace. Even with the yelling, the sound of feet against the floor and deep breaths of the others around you. Somehow you were able to tune it out, and focus on your performance and matching the moves to the music. Then, it wasn’t long before it came to an end. Around 9 P.M. it was. Staff, managers, and the choreographer had praised you all. They gave encouraging words as you exited the building. You all waited and waited for the buses to show up outside. Everyone else had seemed to have had their own little groups already. They must’ve all known each other already, wasn’t that great for you. It felt so awkward, standing off to the side as you impatiently tapped your foot on the ground, hoping the buses would show up soon. Fortunately for you, you received a phone call. That would give you some relief and not make you feel like an absolute idiot all by yourself.

Pulling the phone out of your pocket, you noticed it was San calling. Most likely to check up on you and see how your day went. San was probably one of your biggest supporters right now, aside from your girls. You could tell he was a very genuine person who had a very kind and fun personality. Swiping right, you brought the phone up to your ear.

“Hey, San! What’s up?” You spoke as you glanced around for the buses once more.

“Y/N! Just wanted to see how rehearsal went, was it fun?”

“Yeah, definitely. You know how much I enjoy this stuff.” You smiled, chuckling lightly into the phone. Making sure to be aware of how loud your voice was, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself.

“Awesome, the concert’s in a few days right?” With hearing San’s question, you sighed. Being reminded of your careless mistake.

“Ah no actually. I mixed up the dates, it’s tomorrow.” You said sort of embarrassed.

“Well, it’s nothing you can’t handle I’m sure. I know your trip has been hectic so far but, hang in there. It’ll get easier.”

“Thank you, so much San. It means a lot.” Truly, you found his words quite comforting and reassuring. You’d traveled with a few other groups, sure. But none of them were as popular as this one. So although it was entirely new, there were definitely some things you had to adjust to.

“Oh I wanted to ask by the way-“ As San had started to ask, his question was interrupted by a small shriek that came from your side of the call. Followed by a male’s laugh.

You had felt someone poke your sides. You weren’t really ticklish, but it definitely caught you off guard and scared you a little bit. Turning around ready to swing, you were met with Hyunjin laughing. At this point you had suddenly forgot you were on the phone. Before you could say anything, San had brought you back to reality as he spoke.

“You okay?” A laugh had laced his voice. He had known the surface of your situation as you had explained a lot of it.

“Yeah I’m okay it’s just some idiot.” Making sure to put an emphasis on the ‘idiot’ part, specifically so the blonde male that decided to surprise you, could hear. His face fell into a playful pout as you focused your attention back on the phone call.

“Didn’t know your voice could go that high.” At this point, San had to be teasing you. It was a lie if you had claimed you weren’t embarrassed by that. In your eyes, it wasn’t a very flattering thing.

“Anyways, you sound busy so I’ll let you go.” You took a peek at Hyunjin who still had a small pout worn on his face.

“Alright then, bye San. Talk to you later.”

“See ya y/n.” Pressing your finger on the red button, ending the call with a smile. It quickly faltered as you turned to the blonde haired boy who has interrupted your call.

“Now was that necessary?” You let your head fall to the side with an unamused face, crossing your arms. “Was calling me an idiot necessary?” Hyunjin retorted, taking a step closer mocking your movements. Except his eyebrows were raised as if he was very much aware of what he was doing. Shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “Anyways, what do you want?” Your body relaxed as you searched for an answer in his facial expressions.

“I don’t know you seemed lonely so…” Hyunjin swung his body side to side. Almost as if he was trying to act shy, though both of you knew that was definitely not like him. Narrowing your eyes, a few brief moments of silence followed. “Well you must’ve not noticed I was in fact on the phone.” Sarcasm was now leading your voice. You hadn’t known him for very long, but for some reason you felt as if it was the opposite. Almost like you’d known him longer than Lia. Despite your hesitance of interacting with him, as the situation felt rather awkward and unusual, something about him drew you in. And it wasn’t long before those feelings of uneasiness got pushed to the side. You found yourself enjoying the banter you shared.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar yet unfamiliar male voice. “Hey Hyunjin, why’d you run off so quick?” It was a short haired male, and you couldn’t help but notice that his face was rather representative of a fox. Remembering his name was Jeongin, or I.N, he glanced between you and Hyunjin. It shown on his face that his question was answered.

“Oh, this is my new friend Y/N.” The word “friend” fell out of his mouth, and it caught you off guard as you almost didn’t know what to say. “Friend?” You questioned, making sure your ears weren’t fooling you. “Yeah, I mean.. what you don’t wanna be?” That definitely wasn’t the case, you particularly didn’t mind it would just take some getting used to. “You’re always putting words in my mouth I swear dude.”

“Yeah, you’re just easy to tease that’s all.” He shot a dorky yet mischievous smile as you briefly raised your eyebrows. “Sure.” That’s when you two were interrupted by Jeongin. “You know we should go, I see the buses.” I.N spoke to Hyunjin, “I’ll be right there.” He said before turning back to you, “Well, see you tomorrow then.” He nudged you with his shoulders before lightly jogging back over with Jeongin. Waving bye to him as it was finally time to head back to the hotel. You wasted no time at all, it had seemed like a such a long day and you knew you’d most likely pass out as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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I can only imagine what would happen once Shadow Milk’s weaved story of lies and manipulation on the kids breaks. It’d definitely happen somewhere around Beast Yeast (presumably around the point when Lily seals him back into the tree) where either two scenario’s happen: 1. The kids are left completely helpless and distraught once Shadow Milk’s influence is gone and Pure Vanilla, Lily, with the help of Chili and Custard take the kids through a “healing arc” of sorts or 2. The kids immediately run away from the Faerie Kingdom and stay with the CoD in a similar fashion to the Chess Choco’s from Ovenbreak which causes the manipulation cycle to continue..

You’re right to assume everything comes to a head during Beast-Yeast.

The kids are so so happy for their Ringmaster! And of course Shadow Milk Cookie is sure to shower his little performers with plenty of praise. They’ve done SO well! He’s so so proud! And now that he’s out, he can give the kids a glimpse of that happy peaceful world he promised them!

But the cracks start to show. By this point, the kids have already had a few moments of doubt over the course of their journeys. However it’s when he starts puppeting the faeries when the kids start to get a sense of “maybe it’s not just my imagination”

The Circus is here! But nobody seems to actually be having any fun. There’s monsters and fighting and cookies getting hurt. This doesn’t look happy OR peaceful. This is just pure chaos.

And much to everyone’s surprise, when Shadow Milk commands the kids to take care of White Lily. They hesitate.

So the kids tell him. “This isn’t what we wanted” “Please stop hurting them, can’t we get along?” “I’m so tired, I don’t wanna fight anymore”

Well that wasn’t in the script, but! It’s no big deal.

After all that’s what puppet strings are for.

It takes the decisive swing of a sword from an unexpected ally to cut them free.

Post-Shadow Milk influence, the Kids would have memory problems since the Beast would frequently mess with their heads and redact certain events. They’ll heal and gain things back, but they’re going to be very skittish at first. Strawberry is going to be so stressed she basically bursts into tears whenever anybody who isn’t Gingerbrave or Wizard looks at her.

The kids kind of go back to that survival mindset they had before escaping the Witch; “everything wants to hurt you, don’t give them the chance.” So they’re constantly huddled up in corners trying to make themselves as small as possible, trying to figure what to do. Where do they even go from here? What’s going to happen to them?

It’s scary. Luckily they’re surrounded by good cookies now.

[animefeminist]

Genre conventions and a gentle story of recovery in My New Boss is Goofy

Content warning: discussion of abusive relationships and workplace trauma

Minor spoilers for My New Boss is Goofy Episode 1 – 6

When you think of “mental health representation” a light-hearted slice-of-life series probably isn’t the first thing that comes to mind. It’s certainly not what I expected when I pressed play on a series called My New Boss is Goofy. Yet underpinning this fluffy office comedy is an earnest story of trauma and recovery. This being a fluffy comedy, there was a real risk that the protagonist’s trauma might be belittled by being filtered through the conventions of its genre—in other words, played off as a joke, treated as “no big deal,” or simply not addressed at all in favor of maintaining a comfy low-stakes vibe. Instead, the protagonist’s experience with an abusive workplace and the lingering physical and mental effects of this trauma are depicted with care and authenticity. As is the process by which the protagonist begins to heal now that he’s in a safe place—and now that he’s the main character in a sweet, low-stakes story where genre expectations basically guarantee he won’t get hurt again. Rather than ignoring or downplaying themes of trauma in favor of maintaining slice-of-life genre conventions, My New Boss is Goofy uses its positioning as a cozy slice-of-life story to tell a gentle, but still meaningful, story about mental health and healing.

The series follows 26-year-old Momose, who has just quit a horrible job with a boss that was verbally, physically, and emotionally abusive towards him. Anxiety racks Momose as he starts at a new workplace. Will his new manager beat him down in the same ways? The lingering stress of his past job and the fear that history will repeat itself is so bad it’s causing him stomach pains and he’s teetering on the knife-point of panic for most of the first episode. His new boss, however, is nothing like his old one: despite seeming very competent and serious, he’s an adorable airhead. This is the set-up for the comedy that is Momose’s new office life.

Read it at Anime Feminist!

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Negotiating Parties

Pairing: Walter Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3,734

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Seducing, flirting, spanking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie, little bit of dirty talking, etc.

Author's Notes: Here it is the long awaited Walter Hale fic. I didn't want to do too much because I may end up making this into a mini series like the Change of Habit fics. So, I did leave the ending a bit open ended. If you guys like it then I'll write some more Walter Hale x reader stories. (There may be a Walter Hale x John Carpenter x Reader mashup in the works.. 👀) I did use a lot of lines from the film because it just made sense since this is heavily inspired by THAT tent scene. I hope you guys enjoy it! Possible spelling errors!

Walter Hale, the manager of the chautauqua had come into town with his troupe entertainers looking to find even more people with special talents to perform in his show. But he couldn’t do it all alone. You had worked with Walter for quite some time and now that he was the boss you worked as a shop stewardess helping him audition young children for kids part of the show. In the past the two of you did have some connection but now that he was the boss things were different, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. As much as you loved your job you didn’t love Walter’s way of doing things and how he’d leave you to deal with a dozen children to audition and you felt overworked. You also didn’t care for his excessive flirting with you and his smugness and that stupid grin of his face all the time and the way he would always be smoking those cigars. He thought it was cute, but you couldn’t stand the man sometimes. You were always challenging him and threatening to quit which he was always so against. But what really caused him problems was the fact that you were trying to start a union. He had been meaning to speak with you about all this strike business that when he finally caught up with you, you wouldn’t give him the time of day as he followed close behind you as you walked away from him. 

“Well now, wait a minute, just listen to me. We’ve got some things to discuss.” Walter said. 

You continued to walk and blew him off as you rolled your eyes. “I’ve got a few things on my mind I’ve been wanting to discuss with you!” you snapped. 

“Good.. Let’s go to my place.” he said with a playful smirk on his lips. 

“Nice try. This isn’t pillow talk. This is about business!” you remarked. 

He continued to smirk at your words and then he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you into his embrace as his hands rested against your abdomen to stop you from walking and he grinned. You elbowed him and forced your way out of his grip, turning to face him.

“Just listen to me for a minute, honey.” he hummed. You quickly snatched your arm away from him and scoffed at him calling you honey. 

“It’s Ms. Honey, boss!” you snapped. 

He chuckled and nodded at your words and gestured for you to step into the tent with him the two of you were stopped at. “Ladies first..” he grinned. You narrowed your eyes at him and stepped into the tent and he followed behind you with a wide smirk as his sparkling blue eyes stared at you with such lust. He loved seeing you all riled up and mad at him, it only furthered his attraction towards you and turned him on at the same time. The moment the two of you got into the tent you turned to face him and began to ramble and go off on him about the unfair wages and being overworked. 

“You’re not going to get away with it!” you rambled as you walked around the tent frantically. 

“Get away with what, toots?” he smirked as he lit up one of his cigars, smirking as he placed it between his lips. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!” you huffed. 

He chuckled as he took a few more puffs of his cigar, smiling at you as you just continued to go on and on about the union and when you didn’t notice he had walked closer to you that when you turned around he was right in your face with that big smug grin on his face and his cigar placed between his fingers. 

“Would you mind shutting up a minute?” he laughed. 

You swallowed harshly being so close to his face. You hated how handsome he was and how good he always looked in his suits. Especially in the dark brown suit he was wearing tonight.  You tried to not let that distract you from what you intended to say and get done. But you had to admit it was hard as the two of you stared at one another and the smell of his cigar on his breath and his blue eyes staring right into you. He leaned back up with a grin and started toward the table. “If you’re finished rambling, I’d like to talk about another matter.” he said as he pulled a chair out for you. “Come sit down.” he hummed as he took a few more puffs of his cigar. 

You furrowed your brow a bit as you stared at him and then the chair and you cleared your throat. “Why do I have to sit down?” you asked.

“You don’t have to sit down.” he chuckled, smoking his cigar and staring at you with a smile. 

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly walked over to the chair and sitting down, you stared up at him suspiciously. “This better be about negotiating.” you remarked. 

“Oh, we’re going to negotiate.” he smirked as he stood behind you. You tensed up the moment when you felt how close he was standing behind you. You cleared your throat. “So.. What’s the first order of business?” you asked. 

“Well.. negotiating between business partners should be open… and intimate. I like you, Y/N. You’re a hard worker, say what’s on your mind and fun to be with. Not to mention your downright gorgeous.” he smirked. 

You smiled nervously. “Oh, well thank you. What’s our first number of business as negotiating partners?” you asked. 

He smirked and now his hands were resting on your shoulders and rubbing them sensually and slowly and brushing his fingers along your arms as he rubbed your shoulders and now he pressed up against the chair behind you and one of his hands brushed against your neck. You took a deep breath not knowing what he was trying to do. 

“Well.. We could start to negotiate all kinds of things that could be more meaningful.. In all kinds of areas..” he hummed. 

“M-Meaning what?” you stuttered as he continued to rub your shoulders. 

“Meaning that relations between negotiating partners can be better served with what is sometimes called, getting into bed with each other.” he smirked as his fingertips lightly ran along your arms. You quickly hopped out of your chair angrily and swatted your hands at him to hit him as you hollered and he just laughed.

“Oh, you no good, son of a-” but before you could finish your sentence he grabbed a hold of you and you did your best to try to fight him off but he was a lot stronger than you. He tightened his grip around you as he sat down and forced you over his lap and you squirmed and kicked about trying to get out of his lap. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!” you yelled. 

“It seems we’re going to have to start a new form of negotiating, aren’t we? Now hold still, honey.” he mumbled with a smirk as his cigar sat between his lips as he reached down to yank your skirt up above your ass and reveal your bare ass and you tried to swat at his hands but he bested you. He raised an eyebrow quite surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Well, well.. You came prepared..” he grinned. 

You felt your face grow hot and you continued to wiggle around and kick your legs. “I said let me go!!!” you shouted. 

“Not until you’ve listened to me..” he said puffing on his cigar that hung from his lips and he held you down with his right arm trying to keep you from moving so much and then he brought his left hand down toward your ass and he slowly rubbed his hand over it, squeezing and groping it gently before he lifted his hand up and brought it back down to give your ass a hard slap. You squealed from the sting of his slap and you wiggled again as you whimpered, still trying to fight against him. He smacked your ass again and again, each slap becoming hard and causing your ass to turn red and you whimpered even louder because of how badly it stung. Then he ran his hand along your red and sensitive ass slowly. You pursed your lips together when you felt his long fingers running between your inner thighs and brushing up against the heat between your legs and you pressed your lips harder together trying to suppress the small moan that was fighting its way out of you. His fingers brushed slowly against your pussy and slightly parted your lips open and ran his middle finger along your pussy and clit and he raised an eyebrow when he felt how wet you were and then the whimpering moan that escaped your lips and your hips slightly thrusting against his finger. “Mm.. Seems you’re enjoying this, honey. Let’s explore just how wet I can get you..” 

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you felt so embarrassed because your body was working against you. You couldn’t help being wet from the way he was touching you and spanking you and when his fingers teased your pussy. It was a natural reaction for you to get wet. But it didn’t help that you did find him attractive. “P-Please.. No..” you whimpered. He smirked and rubbed his finger that was still between your wet lips and brushed the pad of his finger against your clit and you let out another moan and you could feel yourself getting wetter and he slipped his finger out of you to see it coated in your slick and he grinned at the delightful sight. 

“Shhh...” he hummed as he spread your legs apart over his lap and he slapped his hand over your ass once more before he slipped his hand toward your pussy and gave it a gentle slap which caused you to jolt in his lap and your body trembled and you hated how aroused you were that it became impossible to even fight him anymore because he was going to get what he wanted before he let you go. He puffed away at his cigar that bounced between his lips as he took two fingers slowly guiding them inside of your tight wet pussy and he loved how your walls clenched around thick long fingers as he slid them knuckle deep inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered and moaned on top of him and your body completely submitted to him as your sweet nectar dripped down his fingers. He hadn’t even begun to finger you yet and you were already making a mess on him. “Goddamn, baby.. This pussy is so needy for me, hm?” he smirked. 

You couldn’t even speak at this point that all you could do was nod and a soft “Mhm..” escaped you. You couldn’t deny it any longer just how much you yearned for him. He liked your response and curled his fingers inside of you and began to thrust them slowly and each thrust he forced them inside of you deeper which caused the soft noises escaping you to become loud and long and your whimpers sounded so desperate. He tilted his head slightly to watch himself fingering you and he could see your slick glistening all over his hand and dripping from you. But he wasn’t finished yet. To take it a step further he removed his cigar from his mouth and tossed it and then brought his other hand down and used the pad of his index finger to rub your sensitive swollen clit at the same pace that his fingers were pumping inside of you. 

“W-Walter..” you began to whimper as your hands grasped onto his thigh. 

He let out a soft chuckle at the sounds you were making and he began to pump his fingers faster inside of you and his index finger pressing against your clit firmly and rubbing it faster and you were so wet for him that the squelching sounds of him fingering you only grew louder as he watched your slick making an even bigger mess that it began to drip onto his lap and staining his pants. “Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath as he kept up his movements. Your moans loud and pleasurable as you call out his name and even begin to thrust your hips against his fingers trying to keep up with his movements. The way you maneuvered your hips caused you to rub up against the front of his pants. That was causing a pleasurable friction for him that you could feel his cock growing against you and he began to groan softly and you heard his groans and smirked to yourself as you continued to purposely hump his cock as he continued to fuck your pussy with his rough callose fingers and playing with your clit that your toes began to curl and your felt everything growing more intense as your orgasm built up and you nearly squealed when you felt him force another finger inside of your tight pussy and stretching you out just to get in deeper inside of you. “Oh fuck!” you shouted feeling yourself so close to cumming but also feeling another strange feeling at the same time. It was a feeling you had never felt before but it made everything he was doing even more intense that you couldn’t control what was going to happen now. 

He could feel how tense your body was becoming and the way it trembled against him and how your walls tightened around his fingers and your breathing grew heavy and your body felt nearly weak. As you panted heavily and moaned his name out louder that’s when it happened. That’s when you came so hard all over his fingers and his lap and then suddenly another liquid came squirting out of you at the same time that made an even bigger mess on him and his eyes lit up at the sight of you squirting and cumming for him and your moans were so loud you were sure anyone walking by the tent could hear you screaming Walter’s name. “Mm, you dirty little girl.. Squirting all over my suit like that.. Tsk tsk..” he hummed. Your face was bright red because you couldn’t control what happened and you were so embarrassed, you could feel the liquid dripping from you and your body trembled when you felt him slip his soaked fingers out of your leaking and stretched pussy. You thought he was finished with you now as you laid across his lap limp and tired. But you were in for a surprise when he grabbed you and manhandled you as he lifted you up from his lap and forced you to sit on top of his soaked lap now and he placed your legs around his waist. 

“W-What are you doing?” you said breathless. 

“We aren’t finished yet, honey. I want to make sure you understand my proposal for our negotiation.. Clearly.” he smirked. You watched with wide eyes as he reached down to undo  his pants and he reached a hand into his pants, wrapping his hand around his fully erect cock and tugging it out of his pants and you blushed at the sight of him and chewed on your bottom lip. He looked up and grinned when he saw you staring at his cock. “Like what you see?” he teased. You licked over your lips and nodded slowly in response to him. “You’ll like the way it feels even more..” he mumbled as he pulled you to him and crashed his lips against yours and kissing you deeply you dare put up a fight anymore because you couldn’t resist his charms as you shared a deep kiss and he took his cock and slowly guided it inside of your pussy that was nice and stretched enough for him to slide inside of you with ease and the movement you felt his cock enter you and stretch you out even more you moaned loudly and against his lips as he groaned against yours. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders and clawing at the fabric of his suit as he bottomed out inside of you and he placed his hands on your waist and tightening his grip on you as he forced you to stay still and he began to slam his cock inside of you lifting his hips up and down as each movement got faster. You squealed and cried out his name as his cock slammed against your walls and hit against your cervix. You could feel it pulsing inside of you with each stroke.

“S-So fuckin’ wet for me, honey’..” he groaned. You didn’t know how it was possible for you to still be so wet for him and only growing wetter as he abused your pussy with such vigor and roughness that he began to bounce you on his cock and the sound of the chair creaking beneath the two of you sounded nearly muffled as the noises that escaped the both of you grew louder and his hands moved to rest against your ass, giving it a hard slap as you bounced on top of him. You tugged at the fabric of his brown suit balling it up in your fists and he kept one hand on your ass and then moved the other between your thighs and his fingers found your clit again and it was already so sensitive that when he began to rub slow circles against it with his middle finger your eyes rolled back and your thighs slightly squeezing around his hips and you knew it was a matter of time before you reached your climax once again because it was already building and you started to pant and whimper and cry out his name so desperately. 

“Mm.. Gonna be a good girl and squirt for me again? Hm? Make this suit a bigger mess..” he whispered into your ear as he hips slammed against you and his cock so deep inside of you driving you over the end and you nearly screamed in pleasure the more pressure he put against your clit that before you could register what was happening your orgasm hit like a tidal wave and your entire body went into shock as you convulsed on top of him and trembled and your thighs squeezing around him as you came all over his cock and squirted for the second time not only getting it all over his cock and hand, but on his pants once against as hell as the jacket of his suit. That drove him completely over the edge and he held you down on his cock and he rocked you back and forth and he grunted loudly as his warm cum came spurtting out inside of you in ropes and filling you up. You collapsed against him, whimpering like a kitten as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders loosely and the two of you tried to catch your breath and when he finished inside of you he reached down to slip his cock out that was slowly growing soft and his cum leaked out of you. 

Walter exhaled sharply, his face nuzzled into your neck and he placed soft little kisses against it as his hands rubbed over your thighs. You slowly lifted your head up to look at him and you were blushing hard because you had ruined his suit and because he was still your boss and you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. But he didn’t care one bit. He stared at you with those beautiful blue eyes and a grin and he placed his hand between your chin with his thumb pressed against your chin and his index finger rested right beneath. “So.. Whaddaya say? Do you agree with the terms of our negotiation?” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes at him knowing that the only part of the negotiation he meant was the “Getting into bed together” part. But there was no way for you to say no now, not after what the two of you just did and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy it and wanted more. You cleared your throat and climbed off his lap to fix your dress and gain control of yourself again. He continued to stare at you as he tugged his cock back into his pants and fixed himself as best as he could and he glanced down to see the wet stains all over him and he smirked to himself at the sight before he turned his attention back to you as he stood up. “So? We’ve got a deal, honey?” he asked. 

“Well, I don’t suppose I have a choice in the matter now, do I?” replied with your usual attitude. 

He chuckled. “Oh, you have a choice.” he grinned. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at him being a fool if you said because you knew you’d regret it and would only think of the feeling of his fingers inside of you and the way his cock felt. “I guess we have a deal.” you hummed, reaching your hand out to shake his and raised an eyebrow glancing down at your hand and he pushed it away grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss and you threw your arms around him and returned his passionate deep kiss until the two of you were suddenly interrupted by the sound of loud fireworks shooting across the tent that Walter, unbeknownst to him set off when he threw his cigar. You screamed and Walter quickly grabbed you and two of you ran out of the tent as he laughed and you hit him playfully because you assumed he had something to do with the fireworks and you stormed off and he tried to catch up with you until he was stopped by a group of kids wanting him to see their act for the show. He hoped that he’d run into later on for some more “negotiating”.

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[goddessxdivine]

love TOWL so much !! Danai, Andy, and Scott did everything they needed to for us.

i keep seeing people say they don’t need a s2 cause they finished their story beautifully … which they did. but … no, i do not need a s2 but i want a s2. why? bc we deserve to see Richonne fluff and Richonne deserves to experience fluff. as a fandom it seems everyone is in agreement that michonne is pregnant (no way she isn’t the way rick can’t keep his hands off her. that feeling is mutual but he’s definitely an initiator lol) so how beautiful would it be to see rick be the ever doting husband and father.

imagine with me … michonne realizes she’s pregnant. the family is happy (and possibly a little nervous to welcome a baby and have to create their new family dynamic after everything that’s happened to all of them together and individually). rick wants a wedding ceremony because he feels like they deserve to make a big fuss and michonne is kinda with it but doesn’t mind doing something small. rick finds a ring (with a rock so she doesn’t have to keep the gabriel/jadis ring) for michonne. judith is michonne’s maid of honor and rj is rick’s best man. it would be so cute to see rick and rj bond and rick calls rj “junior” which becomes their thing. michonne and judith mother/daughter besties era. rick girl dad era (esp now that judith is a pre-teen/teen). rick walking the kids to school cause he wants to spend as much time as he can with them. richonne learning about everything with the commonwealth and judith being shot! richonne wanting domesticated bliss but ultimately being thrust into leadership in one way or another. rick and michonne telling each other stories of what they experienced while apart. rick dealing with his crm ptsd (cause while richonne heals each other, ~8 years of being held captive and indoctrinated isn’t something you can get over quickly and easily) and michonne helping him through it.

also there are certain things that they mentioned or showed that I’m not sure where resolved. they might’ve been and maybe i missed it lol but they kept showing windmills, was there a reason for that? like what does it symbolize or does it have to do with a plot point? beale said crm had spies in communities, did they deal with that before they left crm? also they blew up the frontliers cascadia base thingie and exposed the crm to the cr but how long did that take? how much was richonne involved in that? also why did we need to know cleo clifton’s full government name? is she like a cr leader now that crm has oversight?

and this is just what I’ve come up with off the top of my head right now. lemme sit with it longer and I’d have even more lol

richonne: the movie: the series: the play: the musical like I’m fkn there cause Danai and Andy just wouldn’t disappoint me

[nanowrimo]

Five Scenes That Make or Break Your Novel

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Writers often get stuck in their plots or struggle to see the big picture behind their manuscript’s events. But the basic structure that underlies most stories in the Western tradition is actually fairly simple. (Simple, of course, does not necessarily mean easy!)

According to playwright David Mamet, plots have five foundational moments. Here, we explain what each of these moments means.

1. Once Upon a Time

We can’t understand why something changes if we never understand what things were like before that change. Consider what an ordinary day was like for your protagonist before their main conflict arrived. Were they happy? Dissatisfied? Frightened? Content?

2. And Then One Day

This is the moment that things change for your protagonist. And then one day…Gandalf handed me a magic ring. And then one day… I woke up and was a cockroach. And then one day… the prince invited everyone to a ball. Usually, this scene will appear at or near the start of your novel, and will set things in motion as your character makes a plan to get what they want.

3. And Just When Things Were Going So Well

This is a major reversal that happens approximately midway through your novel. After initial setbacks, your protagonist seems to be on the verge of success…only to fail in a way that seems catastrophic. This causes the character to contemplate giving up entirely. But after they deal with the emotional fallout of their failure, they reassess their actions and what they are willing to do to get what they want or need.

4. When All of A Sudden

The character’s new plan has worked, and they seem to be on the brink of success. But near the end, they face an enormous, final setback that looks as if it will end in disaster. However, the character’s earlier challenges have helped the character grow. They put everything on the line (emotionally or physically) in a final bid to achieve the outcome they want.

5. And They All Lived Happily Ever After

Sometimes they all live happily ever after (Cinderella). Sometimes they don’t (Macbeth). But there’s always a decisive moment in which the protagonist achieves their goal, fails in their goal, or a mixture of both. Either way, once the outcome is decided, your story is effectively over. Tie up any loose ends and write The End—you did it!

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[yumedoca]

Why did Lum love Ataru in the first place and how her love grew into the real thing as time went on? - An Analysis 🧐 (Long Post)

Hai there, hope you’re having a great day! Today on ‘Yuca Analyzes Silly Things (For No Reason)’,  we’ll be talking about the question that is the most asked in UY, both in universe and the fandom as well. “Why did Lum love Ataru in the first place and what made it into the real thing?” Note: All of the facts and evidence and such are taken from the manga because: a) it’s the canon source, b) the og anime changes a lot in relation to character to the point it isn’t consistent and c) the remake is an adaptation of selected chapters from the manga, as in it’s not the complete story. Also most of this analysis are just theories put together using canonical facts, as in what I say is speculation and not 100% confirmed (considering the manga ended like 3 decades ago, we’ll probably never get a confirmation).

With all of that aside, let’s begin!

First, We’ll divide the analysis into parts to make it easier to understand and explain:

Marriage Proposal

Evading First Love

The Beginning of True Love

The Eventual Reason

Conclusion

Marriage Proposal Lum’s first impression of Ataru wasn’t all that big, he was a human who she was supposed to play tag with but she looked down on him because she can fly and was sure that he wouldn’t be able catch her. Cue ‘Day 8’, In an attempt to catch Lum so he could grab her horns, he accidentally groped her breast and when Lum slapped him in anger, he fell down but since he was holding onto her tightly, her bra came off (as in the bra coming off was not Ataru’s fault, it was actually Lum’s which happened due to circumstances).

Later on she goes to visit him and tries to get it back, but since Ataru believes that things were finally going his way, refuses. This causes Lum to get mad it him and spite him, so the question is why would she accept his ‘marriage proposal’ later on? It took time to figure out an answer to this but I was finally able to put together an answer which makes sense: Revenge, as in for the trouble he put her through by refusing to give back her bra and flashing her to the neighborhood, she ruins the relationship between him and his girlfriend. Pretty bitchy behavior? yes, but it fits Lum’s character back then.

Look at her evil little grin…

Sure, there’s also the alternative that she just gave up to him and agreed thinking he actually wanted to marry her, but it doesn’t fit Lum’s character to give up to someone who she was frustrated with a couple seconds ago, it just doesn’t make sense story wise, which is why I’ll disregard it. Moving on, since Lum isn’t there and that Ataru and Shinobu’s relationship has been mended in the next chapter, we can think that the misunderstanding was resolved sometime between chapter 1 and 2… But Lum appears once again in chapter 3 and announces that she’ll be living with Ataru (as a part of a deal obviously) and even breaks out a tantrum when he refuses, so you may ask, why did she come back to him if her revenge idea was already resolved beforehand and why is she so eager and stubborn to be with him? The answer for that is simple and it is all because of…

Yup, him.

Evading First Love For now we’re going back to Lum’s past, back when she dated and broke up with Rei and theorize the aftermath of that. In the chapter(s, since it’s a two parter) ‘Heartbreak Crossin’’, we are shown a flashback to when Lum and Rei broke up:

We can’t really tell how old they are since it was never stated, but considering that Lum’s drawn a bit shorter and smaller (and her outfit), we can guess that this happened a few years back. Now every time Rei appears, he is seen going after Lum (that or eating) and since it’s because he wants to get back with her we can assume this started when they broke up. This means that Rei’s been, well, stalking Lum for a couple years and she’s clearly getting tired of it. I also have to mention the fact there seems to be no high school in space since Benten just hangs and rides around on her bike and Oyuki is her planet’s ruler (Lum and Ran go to school because they’re on Earth). It seems as if Junior High is where their education ends and then they do what they want or what their supposed to do and since we see that Lum was with her dad in the first chapter invading, it is likely that after graduation she decided to become an invader with her dad, but then she retired cuz she got ‘married’. She probably made the decision to work with her dad so she doesn’t want Rei to come after her anymore, however invading planets take a couple of days (10 days) and she’ll be back on her planet again and will have to put up with Rei all over again. And during one of the invasions is when she played with Ataru and answered his proposal, and like I said earlier she went back home later on. I think, after she went home, she realized that a permanent way to end the Rei issue is to get a boyfriend, and stay on another planet so he won’t be able to bother her all the time and then she remembered Ataru and that it how she eventually lives with him now.

The Beginning of True Love From there on, Lum stayed with Ataru so she could be free of Rei, if we believe this to be the actual reason then Rei’s introductory chapter makes a lot of sense. She kept trying to provide assistance to Ataru (except it hilariously backfires most of the time and causes him trouble instead) so he would accept her and tries to rid of Shinobu (and other woman) so she would have more chances with him. But eventually, in the chapter ‘How I’ve Waited For You’, Lum contemplates when she was faced with the question on whether she truly loves Ataru or not, and we her finally have her admit that she really does love her darling after all.

Now, we have to note that Ataru hasn’t shown his more positive side at all, by this point. So, why this feeling of love? Two reasons: a) It’s because she enjoys being with him. Since, Ataru is very unlucky, he tends to naturally attract all sorts of weirdness towards him causing him to end up in strange situations and we all know that weird means fun and Lum is someone who actively enjoys taking part in fun, rather than just sitting around and watching (That’s what Ran does when she’s on dates with Rei, isn’t it?). And of course, b) Overtime, she’s grown to care for him. Lum has bonded with Ataru through their experiences and since she lives with him she spends a lot of time with him. ‘The more time you spend with someone,the closer you get to them’, this isn’t a theory, it’s fact and I’m pretty sure you yourself can confirm it. Of course, by the end of the chapter, Lum got a hint that Ataru has started to accept her as well. And because of various instances such as ‘Since Your Parting’, ‘Deranged Marriage’, ‘Valentine’s Disillusion’, etc. where Ataru shows his affection has caused her own affections to grow cuz ‘If you learn that someone loves you more than you think they do, Your love for them grows as well’ (another basic fact!).

The Eventual Reason So as time went on, not only has Lum begun to see that Ataru does care for her, but she’s also seen his softer and nicer sides: The side which cries because she’s gone, The side of him which keeps a diary (“It takes a sensitive guy to keep a diary!”), The side of him which fights his entire class to protect a little caterpillar, the side of him which goes on a date with a girl to cure her of a curse, etc. and the more of those sides she sees, the more she’s in love. The final page from the chapter ‘Last Date’ is enough to see that Lum really loves and admires the man beneath all those flaws…

…More specifically, this panel of silent love:

Conclusion In the end Lum’s reasons for loving Ataru has changed overtime: At first it was an act of spite, then it was to escape her ex, then it was because she’s bonded with him and because she enjoys his presence and finally it’s because she loves the Darling underneath the mask… It’s nice to see love grow from something so fake to something so real and the writing really helps, so big props to Takahashi- sensei. Thanks for taking time to read this analysis and I hope I was able to make things clear about Lum. I love her and she’s probably my favorite female character of all time so hopefully this post does justice to her. I also apologize if I’ve overlooked anything or made any mistakes. If you have any doubts or questions about this analysis feel free to send an ask and if you want me to do an analysis about other characters, feel free to send an ask for that as well. I have previously done an analysis on Ataru’s love for Lum and how that grew overtime, so please check it out if you haven’t. It’s a lot smaller (since it’s not as complicated as this one) and isn’t as detailed (it doesn’t use images either), but it still conveys the point otherwise. I have also done two other analysis, one on Lum’s character and other one on Ataru’s character, so check those out if you haven’t as well. And finally, likes are appreciated and reblogs are even more appreciated (seriously, please reblog this so more people can see this post, I’m usually not this kind of person, but I spent a lot of time on this so I want it to feel worth it, ok?). Hope you have a great day ahead.

[psychic-refugee]

This is taking most of the situations out of context and grossly ignores Bianca’s own toxic behaviour.  

Xavier broke up with Bianca because it’s implied she used her powers ON him, without his permission. She admits “I make one mistake, and you can’t forgive me.” (Woe is the Loneliest Number). I don’t think it’s unreasonable to lose trust in someone who would force their will onto you via powers. If anything, she’s the toxic one in that moment because she brushes off what she did as no big deal when he’s made it clear it upset him. Why give someone a second chance when they seem totally disingenuous? She proved herself to be manipulative. Not just with him, but with everyone. She's lying to everyone about who she is. She poisoned her fellow Nightshade to win the competition.

Xavier tells Wednesday not to trust her visions because she doesn’t have full context. “The first thing he’ll tell you is that visions can’t be trusted. They only show one part of the picture.” (Friend or Woe). An example is her vision of Rowan. She sees him die but has no idea in what context or why. It turns out she inadvertently caused his death because the Hyde was protecting her. If she never ran to the woods and followed him, Rowan would likely still be alive because WE know that Tyler is the Hyde and would have been with Wednesday if she had run away from Nevermore as she originally planned. I’m aware that Wednesday is written as perfect and overpowered, but Xavier is right in this instance. She’s working backwards and using the visions to explain what she wants them to mean instead of just admitting she doesn’t know something. It's like reading one random paragraph in a novel and thinking you can expound the entire story just from that. Further, Xavier tells a psychic that no psychic can solely rely upon their visions, not just Wednesday. He’s not targeting her specifically, he’s acknowledging a flaw in their powers, which is a) true and b) Wednesday never practiced or had a handle on her powers. She admits this to Thing when they’re at the Crackstone barn. "No, I can’t just touch something." Id. She can’t call forth a vision at will nor has any control of what she sees. Not trusting her visions is a fair assessment even if he was specifically speaking about her. It’s not “mansplaining” when Wednesday actually doesn’t know or have experience with her own powers. We know she has a stressed relationship with Morticia ("I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice." Id.) and kept her powers a secret for months. She really has no reason to be so reliant on her visions or take them at face value when she literally has no context nor experience.

So, it’s more like telling a baker who inherited their position, with no previous training, and who never actually bakes unless forced to, not to trust the yeast. In addition, yeast does expire and goes bad. An experienced baker tests the yeast ("blooming") before adding it to the recipe, they don’t blindly trust it. This is a failure of an analogy all around.

Xavier does not know the extent of Bianca’s relationship with her mother. Bianca specifically is living a lie at Nevermore. Her name isn’t even Bianca. I don’t think it’s fair to assign him blame of “leaving her” when a) Bianca lied about her home and personal life and b) has never met Bianca’s mother. If anything, he’s presuming she’d be happy because he would be happy if his absentee father had shown up. Again, if Bianca purposely lied about her home life to be better than it was, how is that Xavier’s fault he believed her? His psychic ability isn’t mind reading. I think Bianca looks shocked, but not “terrified.” Any fear Bianca may have is more about her lie being exposed than she is afraid of her mother. Further, since she has admitted to using her powers on him, how do we know she didn’t Siren him to ignore red flags in order to keep her secret? I can sympathise that Biance is getting away from a toxic situation, but why date someone while living a lie? What’s her endgame if she never plans on being honest?

He yanks her into the room for both their benefit as she’s not supposed to be in the boy’s dorm. They’d likely both get in trouble if she were caught. He didn’t invite her, and she could have tried to talk to him somewhere else at any other time. They both literally live on campus. Why is she coming to his room uninvited to go over an issue he’s already made clear was a deal breaker for him? Bianca' s jealousy in that instance is her own issue. They're broken up and he's allowed to move on.

I do agree he shouldn’t have taken her to the dance and then sulked the whole time. He should have gone stag. I’m willing to give grace to a 16-year-old, however, for not perfectly handling every situation in his life with perfect maturity. It was a low stakes dance and in the big scheme of things of what Xavier has done vs what Bianca has done, I think Xavier comes out on top.

[msfcatlover]

lunaryugamine: Would you mind talking about the changeling!Jason AU?

Not at all! That’s actually another one which is more of a self-contained story with just a few too many holes for me to fully assemble it (rather than my more expansive “I have a concept. I’ve overthought it. Now what?” AUs.) This one, I think, really is best summarized with the opening hook, and I’ll add the other ideas I have for it below the read more. .

Catherine Todd raised a sweet little boy, with dark curly hair, a bright smile, and eyes that sparkled like sapphires. She had him for four years, before her son ran off the sidewalk at the park, up a path too tiny for any adult to comfortably navigate. Catherine tried to hurry after him, calling out for her boy to be careful, only to be interrupted by a scream that made her blood run cold. She fought through the underbrush, yelling for her son, before arriving at the edge of a steep, dried up riverbed. There was a little boy at the bottom, covered in dirt & leaves, curled in on himself, shaking with quiet sobs.

Catherine scrambled down the embankment, nearly twisting her ankle, frantically asking her son if he was okay. She picked him up, brushing dirt & leaves out of his dark, curly hair and off of his clothes, looking for anywhere he might’ve been hurt. The boy told her he hadn’t been injured, but she fussed anyway, and she knew the fall must have scared him more than he let on by the way the boy clung to her and did not protest when she cut their park time short.

"Never scare me like that again," Catherine told him on the bus. She pulled a leaf out of his hair. "Promise me, Jason, that you’ll never scare me like that again."

He looked up at her as best he could, long dark lashes still tangled with tears, and after a moment’s stuttering breath, the boy whispered, "I promise, mama. I won’t ever scare you that bad, I promise."

"Good," Catherine told him, pressing a kiss into his hair to hopefully ease the edge off her words.

The little boy stared at his knees with eyes like soft grey river stones, bright with tears and hidden in shadows.

Nobody ever noticed the difference.

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(From this point out, CW for briefly mentioned bullying & child abuse, because Jason’s home life isn’t exactly better in this AU than it’s usually depicted in canon.)

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This AU is different from the Urban Fantasy AU in how I’m handling changelings. In that, Tim was an unwanted fae child traded for a human as part of a deal. In this, changelings are magical constructs, made of whatever was at hand and hidden behind a glamour to pass for human. Changelings are also not meant to last, the magic they run on gradually drying up, making them grow slower, weaker, stiffer, seeming more tired & sickly as time goes on; on average, changelings only last about four months before seeming to die (the glamour will then last until the next new moon), though an especially well-crafted changeling might make it twice that long.

But they are still bound by fae laws.

And Jason made a promise, didn’t he?

(He’d make another right before Catherine died, that he’d grow up big & strong, and never lose his kindness. The last words she ever said to him were, "My little boy’s going to change the world," before she sent him to bed. Only the shell of her was left by dawn.)

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(Very specifically, Jason is made of the tangled roots of an upturned tree that lay in the riverbed, reshaped into the form of a boy, with a handful of rocks trapped within the roots settling in like organs. He has no bones, and his skin is pure glamour, but as long as that glamour remains intact he is—almost—indistinguishable from human.)

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Jason doesn’t know what he is. His memories start in that riverbed, with Catherine dashing over to see if he’s alright. But he doesn’t... fit quite right. Words carry a different weight with him than they seem to for others ("Stop lying," people would tell him, no matter how much he assured them that he didn’t--he couldn’t,) certain foods & materials cause a bad reaction from that day forth (he never touched the frying pan again after it left his hands blistered & red, even though he only took it out of the cabinet to move it to the stove,) and his behaviors are weird ("Jason Peter Todd," someone will snap, a Name that, like a hand-me-down coat, sits a little bit wrong but is the only one he has, and compels him as strongly as any other of his kind.) The other kids are more than happy to tell Jason as much, make it very clear just how weird they find him, and Jason pulls back into corners & books, just trying not to draw attention.

His skin is tough like tree bark; it takes a deep gash to draw blood. (Jason’s dad called him a freak for never bruising, no matter what happened to him. Willis only broke the skin once, breaking a bottle over Jason’s back, and Catherine was the one to clean it up. She reassured Jason that there was nothing wrong with him, that he was special and that was all ("Yeah," Jason muttered, "special...") never telling him the fluid she cleaned off his back was not normal blood. Jason would not find that out about himself until he was 9 and living on the streets; he cuts his hand deep while scrambling over a fence, cursing to himself out of both pain & fear, and rushes to the nearest convenience store to both hide & wash up in their bathroom. Instead of blood, Jason’s hand is sticky with dark golden tree sap. For a few minutes, he just stares at it, trying to figure out what that means.) He doesn’t sleep, but sees well enough in the dark that he can usually get away with reading by the light of his window once his parents have gone to bed (and if anyone ever asks what’s wrong, Jason can tell them in full honesty, "I didn’t sleep well last night.")

He has a much larger appetite than other boys his age, always trying to refill those ever-dwindling reserves of energy, and is always hungry (when Bruce takes Jason in, he’s worried about refeeding syndrome. Jason cannot believe that he’s in such a fancy place with food right there, and still having it denied to him, at least until he tears up and Bruce folds like a stack of cards.)

Perhaps most importantly, Jason is sensitive to the presence of magic, and Gotham is overflowing with it. And when he can find it, he can absorb it, refueling himself better than any meal ever could. Jason has a police record by the age of 7 for pocketing trinkets & charms at antique stores all across the city. He gets in trouble at school for reaching out on trips to the museum to brush his fingers against the artifacts, just for a single moment. There are places in Gotham where magic pools, but it’s very rarely good magic, and soaking it up makes Jason feel unwell in a way he can’t quite describe (but he’ll still do it if he has to. He will. He has to.)

(He promised.)

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Bruce takes in the little boy he caught stealing his tires. Jason tries, oh he tries, tries harder than ever to just. Be. Normal. The manor has seemingly endless reserves of food, sits over a veritable font of magic, and the library could keep him busy for the rest of his life. It’s the best chance Jason will ever have of actually growing up, and he doesn’t want any of his weirdness to give Bruce second thoughts about taking Jason in. And Bruce, bless him, doesn’t exactly have the generally accepted standards for “normal” anywhere in his brain when he’s not actively putting on an act, so he doesn’t notice anything amiss (outside of relief for how healthy Jason is, despite living so rough for so long.) Alfred, if he notices anything, doesn’t say anything.

Dick Grayson watches the thing half-hiding behind his father—how it moves, how it acts, what it does & what it avoids, the very careful way it chooses all its words—and everything his parents ever warned him about walking down fairy paths or stepping in mushroom circles comes flooding back. Dick knows the tests, and every time he casually tosses one Jason’s way, he sees the fear flash in Jason’s eyes. They stare at eachother over the table, over the counter, across the room, fake innocence on both their faces (“I know what you are,” and “Please don’t,” whispered with their eyes alone,) until Dick finally managed to corner Jason alone to confront him.

“You’re not human,” Dick says.

Jason swallows.

“What are you?” Dick asks.

“...I don’t know,” Jason says, probably the only answer that could’ve brought Dick up short right then. Dick asks if he’s telling the truth, an old sore he doesn’t mean to poke, and Jason turns away to hide his scowl. “I don’t lie.”

“That’s what they all—”

“I. Don’t. Lie.”

A pause.

“Don’t? Or can’t?”

“Does it matter? You won’t believe me anyway.” Jason’s problem, in his own opinion, has always been that he’s an easy crier—stress, anger, grief, they all get the tears going. “I didn’t ask to be here, okay? I am just trying to exist, and people always—”

Jason stops, clenching his fists. “Are you going to tell Bruce?”

Dick looks down at a creature that by all surface appearances is nothing more than a frightened, frustrated child trying to hold back tears. And for the first time, Dick realizes what Bruce saw that day at the circus. Because Dick’s never made the direct connection before, but he does know what it’s like to be dropped down in a completely different world, with different rules, abandoned by everything you knew, lost & out of place, trying to survive in a place that wasn’t made for someone like you. Clinging to the one good thing you have left, terrified that at any moment someone will realize they made a mistake and then that one good thing will be gone too. The complete lack of security, despite the manor walls and Bruce’s stubborn protectiveness.

Dick groans, dragging one hand over his face, and crouches down so he’s not looming over the kid. “Look me in the eye and swear to me that you’ll never intentionally hurt any member of this family.”

Jason’s jaw drops. He pulls himself together quickly enough. “I swear it. I don’t want to hurt any—okay, there are some people who really deserve punching, but I don’t want to hurt anyone here.”

Dick laughs. He can’t help it.

Dick’s new little brother scowls at him, and Dick laughs harder.

("No, little bird. I guess that's up to you.")

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When Jason is adopted, he gets to  pick a new name. Dick throws down three books of baby names the next time he comes over, after hearing the excitement in Jason’s voice over the idea. Jason ends up naming himself in honor of both his mother and the family who took him in.

Jason Cayden Wayne.

It fits.

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This Jason does not confront the Joker to save a mother he doesn’t know. This Jason figures out his past and goes back to the mound to rescue the boy whose life he stole. He challenges the Court and wins, carrying out a boy whose time has run strangely and whose form has warped slightly under the influence of magic, but whose eyes still sparkle like sapphires. As a last effort, his creator tries to Name Jason back to their side, to return what he has claimed, but it slides off of him like water.

That’s not his Name anymore.

It never really was.

(The boy on his back shudders under the force of the command, but Jason has the strength of twisted roots and buried stones, and the boy cannot break free. Jason does hesitate, asks if the boy wants to go back. “I have to,” the boy whispers back. “That’s not what I asked. Do you want to?” The boy presses his face against Jason’s back and shakes his head. “Then we’re leaving.”)

(“Why couldn’t they Name you?” the boy asks on the long, long walk out. Jason smiles. It’s more crooked than the little boy he was supposed to be, but just as bright as ever. “I haven’t been Jason Peter Todd in years, kiddo. I tried to be, sure, but it just didn’t fit. So I picked a new Name, and the old one can’t hurt me anymore.” “You can do that?” “Sure!” A pause. “I don’t think I want to be Jason Peter Todd anymore,” the boy says, and it’s the first time he’s sounded sure of himself in the immeasurable time Jason’s known him. “Okay, you don’t have to be.” The boy holds on a little tighter, and Jason knows he said the right thing. “You work on thinking up some new possibilities and we’ll go over them once we’re safe, sound good? We can ask my big brother if you need any help. Trust me,” Jason adds, “I’m not very good at names. References, sure, and symbolism. But if you ask me to name you, I’m just gonna to pull something out of a fairy tale.”)

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(He does end up helping, in case you couldn’t tell.)

[toonbly]

thinking about like. taylor dndads and how he fits into s2s theming of like. “teens and having their identities and worldviews thrown into chaos as they realize their parents views aren’t always correct and how they react to that” bc honestly i think taylor Differs from the group in this sense? in that he’s like. the MOST secure in his identity and worldviews out of all of them.

normal has an identity crisis when sparrow reveals he’s not actually proud of his peppy teen mascot personality, now wondering if he should be himself or be what his dad wants him to be. it clearly causes a lot of confusion for normal and even resentment for his dad. he’s spent his whole life thinking he’s been accepted for who he is only to find out he never was, and it makes him wonder “Who am I supposed to be?” instead of “Who do I want to be?”

scary struggles with the duality of herself, she doesn’t believe she can be the goth-punk seeker of darkness who rebels against her new stepdad AND a peppy soccer player who considers herself and her mother to be a “just us against the world” duo. she doesn’t realize that she can be multifaceted, because i mean she’s a teenager you really don’t comprehend nuance at that age and it makes figuring out your identity confusing and frustrating.

lincoln struggles with his innocent worldview being shattered, desiring to be like his father who he believed to be pure and good up until grant confessed his more violent tendencies to him and BEGGED lincoln to be NOTHING like him, his world has been thrown into chaos and it’s clear such a sheltered kid doesn’t know how to react to this. he’s scared and for the first time he’s dealing with that fear without his dads backing him up.

but taylors like. he’s the most SECURE in knowing who he is, so much so to the point that he doesn’t react much to being told he’s half demon because he’s always believed he’s destined for greatness. like, “oh of COURSE that makes sense, obviously i’m special because that’s what i’m meant to be.” taylor is who he Wants to be and he doesn’t listen to what OTHERS want him to be. a clear example being when nick tells him to abandon his friends for a life of solitude, taylor turns back to save lincoln from the fbi agents because that’s what HE wants to do. it seems to me that a lot of taylor’s decisions are dictated solely by what he wants and what he believes. there’s also his mother, cassandra, who’s clearly supportive of all of taylor’s interests which contributes to taylor’s feeling of security in himself. unlike the other teens, there’s no tangible insecurity there at least not that i’ve noticed. so i think taylor’s arc isn’t about grappling with the shattered pieces of his worldview, but instead it’s about having his worldview knocked down a peg and how that NEEDS to happen.

now i wouldn’t call taylor selfish by any means-- as mentioned before he turned back into danger just to save a friend of his, no doubt about it that taylor is an EXTREMELY loyal kid-- but he obviously has a pretty damn big ego. he sees everything like it’s an anime that he’s the main character of, and honestly you could argue cassandra spoils taylor rotten. his worldview is very skewed by his upbringing-- he thinks he’s the main character, that he’s special, he doesn’t understand what “jobs” really are and believes there’s a GRAND MAGICAL DESTINY out there for him.

 but he’s not the main character, he’s part of a team. there is no magical destiny, just a series of fuck ups and trauma passed down from generation to generation. i don’t think taylor’s arc is grappling with insecurity, it’s grappling with reality. maybe one day it’s gonna hit him that he’s NOT special, he’s just like the rest of the kids he’s adventuring with. he’s not the main character, these people aren’t his sidekicks, they’re his team and he’s not even the leader of that team. he’s a member of it, just like everyone else.

i think the way that taylor fits into the themeing of this story isn’t that his worldview and identity is questioned from the Start, but rather his arc is the process of that worldview and identity slowly being picked apart until he crashes back down to earth and the reality of everything finally becomes clear to him. and i dunno i just think it’s SUPER interesting how he kinda stands out like that, as ironic as it is.