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angeart · 1 month

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……Mumbo and Grian Boatem Circus AU Please please please I needddd…..

yesss! time to talk about boatem circus mumbo and grian!

(1,8k words long ramble ahead)

mumbo’s grown used to the circus by the time grian comes along, but he’s still never set foot on stage during performances. he might’ve teleported a couple of times by himself, a nervous wreck each time, recognising how off it feels to him—something that should be natural and normal, like breathing, now feeling vile and threatening. and yet the urge is still there whenever his anxiety rises, and below it, a quiet, much gentler instinct that tells him that teleporting ought to belong to him.

when grian comes to the circus, he’s a traumatised, scared little heap of feathers.

mumbo doesn’t know where he came from, or what his past was like, or what he’s afraid of. all he knows is that as a boatem circus member, he’s meant to do his best to help, and grian deserves to be protected until he re-learns the feeling of safety, just like mumbo had before.

once grian isn’t so afraid of any new person approaching him, mumbo comes to nervously ask him if… he’d like some new clothes maybe? he’s been making stage clothes for the others, and fixing up their daily clothes. he got better at estimating the right sizes, and he has experience making avian stuff too, thanks to jimmy!

so even though he’s not entirely confident he could do this right, without coming all up in grian’s space and taking proper measurements, he offers anyway, willing to try to wing it. to give him something new, something solely his, removed from whatever he's been through.

unlike all the others who asked for fancy things, grian… just wants something soft and baggy. something to cushion him and protect his skin and hide him a little bit.

it’s a challenge, but mumbo tries hard and… he ends up making him a soft woolen sweater, only slightly oversized.

it’s red, like grian’s wings. he isn’t sure if that’s okay, but grian didn’t ask for any specific colour, and— mumbo noticed that when grian first came in, underneath the borrowed jacket from scar that swallowed up his small, hunched frame, he had tight fitting black clothes. he thought maybe something brighter would be better, then.

grian wears the sweater constantly.

and once grian starts getting out more and interacting with the crew, mumbo notices that he seems to gravitate towards him. that he seeks out his (and scar’s) presence above all else, a bit like a lost puppy, still scared, but choosing the two of them to attach himself to.

mumbo doesn’t know why he was chosen. he doesn’t feel entirely competent. but he does like the little avian, and wants to see who he could be, once he learns that this place can truly be safe for him.

he does ask, at some point, nervously curious. why grian seeks him out in particular?

grian tells him it’s because he seems harmless. (because mumbo’s endearingly nervous behaviour feels much safer than the cheer and overbearing friendliness of others. and because he’s pretty sure mumbo couldn’t hurt a fly.) and then, quieter, he says that mumbo doesn’t seem like someone who’d put people in cages.

because that’s a quality that’s decisive for grian, at a time when he’s quiet and timid and still shaken.

mumbo looks back at him with concern and softness and also kind of horrified, and he agrees quietly that no, he wouldn’t. (he was caged, once. and he was trapped before that, for a long time. he’d never wish that on someone else.)

he doesn’t know what other triggers grian has, or what upsets him. they don’t talk about what they’ve been through. he sees his panic rise up several times, scar always swooping in to take grian away when he blindly flinches from everyone else, but mumbo doesn’t understand what causes it. all he knows to do is to protect grian from feeling trapped.

they hang out together a lot, mumbo also liking the feeling of freedom instead of staying cooped up in his room. they roam the camp, but also explore further area, whether around their home base or on their travels when the circus is on the move.

once, they find a nice serene lake. which is a big pool of water, and that makes mumbo nervous. he makes sure grian knows water hurts him (grian knows this already, because of rainy days), and grian makes sure when he playfully splashes the water, it’s far, far from the reach of mumbo.

it still makes him squeal, and it still makes grian laugh, but mumbo is finding that he is being kept safe here. that someone is looking out for him. that grian is being playful, not malicious. and that maybe, just maybe, he’s helping mumbo face his fear in a controlled, small way.

(the first time grian splashes water, on the other end of the lake, mumbo jolts and teleports. on nothing but startled instinct. and he promptly becomes nauseous.) (but it gets better over time, and he does want to challenge himself here. he does want grian to challenge him, to help him overcome a part of him he’s been running away from.) (and oh, grian looks so calm gliding over water, much more than anywhere else.)

there’s a time when grian goes to look for mumbo in a storm. it came unexpectedly, and mumbo was out on a walk or gathering herbs or something—grian isn’t sure—and now it’s raining horribly.

and rain hurts mumbo.

grian doesn’t let the wretched weather deter him. he goes through muddy terrain, clothes drenched, trying to follow a path that mumbo likes to take, until he finds him huddling in a cave. trapped by the storm, unable to leave or go back to camp. purple particles wild around him but with nowhere safe for him to teleport to.

grian sits down, forcing down the urge to shake his feathers, because he doesn’t want the stray drops to land on mumbo. he sits at a distance, not reaching out, his skin and clothes wet. but he is there.

he is there, and it counts.

he waits the storm out with mumbo, then guides him back home across mud and puddles and wet-slicked bark of trees.

(and if mumbo mentions lighting a fire back in the cave to help grian dry off? and if grian goes dead silent at that, and then mumbo instantly rambles on about how they don’t even have the things needed to start the fire, and surely all the wood outside is wet anyway, and oh gosh, how silly of him… he never caught on to that plunge into silence and then tentative relief that grian felt in that moment.)

time passes, and mumbo recognises that grian feels purposeless. that he still feels a little lost. that he looks at the circus shows with a sort of confused longing, scared to take that step to bring himself closer to them and to everyone else.

he has no idea that grian was in a circus before. he has no idea how horrible it was.

but grian sees what scar has made here, and everyone is always so eager to perform and so happy afterwards, and… and maybe he could—

he wants to be a part of it, but he’s terrified.

(he also feels like it’s maybe something he should do—is supposed to do—no matter how many times scar tells him otherwise, reassuring him that it’s all up to him. there’s a nagging feeling in the back of grian’s mind that he’s expected, sooner or later, to do his part and participate in the shows.)

mumbo wants to help him. he wants to help him give this thing a try, even though he himself has been avoiding it this whole time, and… and maybe they could do it together?

it’s mumbo who coaxes grian on stage. [art here]

he does so by starting to participate in the shows himself. just a little bit, the tiniest bit. he goes out there, and he does tricks that involve him teleporting. he starts small. (he’s healing through this.) and, eventually, he tells grian it’s okay. he tells him he’ll be there with him. he’s doing all this just so he can be there with grian, to put him at ease.

every time mumbo’s bit is over, he keeps watching from the back, eyes on grian. (protective mumbo!! <3) because grian isn’t okay and. he really needs it. he needs mumbo there, watching, ready to step in the moment grian might need him. because sometimes it all still feels too overwhelming. because sometimes the anxiety and fears and memories hit like a freight train out of nowhere and he needs a fast way out.

there are times when mumbo sweeps in and takes grian and teleports with him back to the safety of the backstage. they make it seem intentional. others work and improvise around it. it’s a little bit clumsy, but it works.

and it means everything.

on stage, they can’t show their full emotions, so mumbo is really looking out for the smallest hints. and the moment they are backstage and grian slumps into him, sobbing? he knows he did the right thing.

of course there are times when mumbo isn’t sure. and times when he does this when grian doesn’t need him to. but more often than not he’s right, and it makes all the difference.

the others never mind. they’re glad he’s there for grian, doing this! they always balance between giving grian space afterwards and checking up on him. but mumbo’s always that first line. that link to immediate safety.

gradually, mumbo becomes less nauseous and disoriented when teleporting, and grian becomes more assured on stage, doing flight acrobatics without hoops and without fire and with a support of a wonderful crew, playing off of each other in a way that even starts to be fun. it’s wonderful to see! he’s growing to be pesky and clingy, and… and he still has panic attacks that seemingly come from nowhere. and he’s still antsy around some people for some reason. and he's still nervous before each show. and he’s still not okay.

but he’s getting there.

him and mumbo both are getting there.

… and then the fire happens <3

please think about how readily mumbo teleports to help and save the people he grew to desperately care about. because it’s one thing for mumbo to teleport in the safety of the circus tent, when he knows all the variables and isn’t in any danger. but now he’s doing it when there’s active danger, panic set deep into his veins in a way that feels horribly close to his worst memories.

he’s teleporting to places that are painful and scary, and the lines are becoming blurred and he’s losing track a little bit. and yet he keeps going.

he has to keep going.

he teleports until exhaustion. which, isn’t that familiar? (and sure, his exhaustion point has been pushed somewhere else; he would’ve been able to keep going a lot longer in the past, before everything, but his stamina seems to be permanently damaged, always running on half-depleted.)

and maybe it isn’t so obvious, when he’s in the overdrive to keep going, but it’s all going to catch up with him eventually. he’s not going to have a fun aftermath.

#ange answers #boatem circus au #enderman mumbo #avian grian #their story is so important to me #the way they helped each other settle in 🥺#and now in elegy?#scar's heartbroken because he promised grian he'd be safe #but mumbo?#mumbo's always been that last line of safety for grian #and now he's out there looking for him #because when he was lost in that storm? grian did the same for him #he didn't leave him out there alone #sobs #anyway i hope u enjoyed these rambles <3

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misterier · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request enemies to lovers relationship with Jack Marston and tall Male reader? (Or at least taller than him). It doesn't have to be long, head cannons are fine :)

oo yeah ofc!! I went for head cannons in storyish form so it hope it's not too goofy, also my dyslexic ass read john at first so sorry it took a bit

high honor jack marston is my pookie the idea of him with low honor hurts me so high honor it is

also sorry for pushing the charthur agenda but it's burned deep within my soul, I must release it

also spoilers ig for the first & second game but if your requesting jack you prolly already know all that

i grew up lovin' the marstons and they mean the world to me sorry if i get rambly and long with his hcs</3

Jack Marston<3

-With Jack, it's more rivels than actual enemies, and it likely starts when the two of you are teens; maybe you live in some ranch across from his.

-Your mothers or dads are friends, so they're a little concerned. As far as they know, two teenagers forced to hang out should be great friends.

-Jack is 100% a little mama's boy, so when he's not hiding out reading, he's helping her do housework and complaining about you. It's not like he's got a good reason to hate you either; he just doesn't like you.

-Abigail's heard, John's heard, Uncles heard, and even the dog has heard.

-The entire dinner table is tired of his constant whining about hating your 'annoying' ass.

-Hell, even his aunts have heard whenever they ask about his nonexistent social life, Mary-Beth seems to think it's a crush the way he gets so flustered, rambling on about how much he hates you, but he denies it in an instant.

-Equally, you hate him as well, bragging about your height difference. Every time you're forced over to his house to hang out with him in his room (despite his pleading to not leave him alone with you), you'll put his books on the highest shelves.

-His father was once given permission, and assuming some quality time together would fix your relationship, he takes the two of you fishing. (Jack, of course, complains, asking why he was stuck doing the two things he hates most, fishing and spending time with you.)

-During that trip, John warns you to look out for branches so you don't bash your head in. Jack prays you would so you'd shut up and stop looking at him like that.

-Whenever Charles is able to visit them, sometimes Jack will find him and his mother talking outside in the dead of night, speaking of a man he can only just barely remember the silhouette of--Jack sometimes is glad he can't remember those days when he sees how frustrated his father gets about his past—mostly when his mother mentions the man who had apparently been like his father's brother. It's a painful name to speak in their house, and he refuses to even ask anymore now that they hardly mention him anymore.

-The gist of you and Jack's fighting is just petty arguments and insults. His mother warns him about things like that, saying it's not healthy for a boy his age to be so bitter towards another who's done nothing to him, insisting he tries to make friends.

-He tries to listen to his mother; as much as he teases her, just like his father, he respects her greatly and looks up to her, and if she told him to do something, he'd do his very best to listen to her wishes.

-Jack does a bit better at keeping his insults to a minimum. The two of you are nothing near friends, but y'all slowly stop it with actual hurtful comments.

-Just like annoying ol' uncle grew on his father, he was beginning to tolerate your presence until he and his mother were taken by the government while his father hunted down his old 'family'.

-Once they're home, you're not around anymore, and neither are your parents. You moved due to fear of being caught up in all that, and he's bitter about it.

-The day John and Uncle die, your family sends their condolences.

-For as long as his mother is alive, he does his damnedest to keep the ranch alive and working despite her deteriorating health. Tilly visits a bit more when Abigail gets worse, and her husband tries to help—a respectable man even with his high class—though Jack refuses, wanting to take care of it all himself.

-The day his mother dies breaks him--the only blood family he had left.

-He enhatrets all his fathers' things, nobody to stop him from looking through it, he finds journals, and he reads the older one first confused by the handwriting that he was sure wasn't his fathers chicken scratch, but he reads it anyway, admiring each drawing and word, some even speaking about the writers conflicted feelings about still longing for a woman but beginning to feel himself crave a man, willing to let go of her if it means he has the chance to be happy again--queerness had never been something shamed upon or uncommon in his house, he'd heard of it from hangings and his parents speaking about it being wrong that they'd be hung for love--telling Jack that he shouldn't be afraid to love who he wants and to fight for it.

-The fancy writing nearly seems to abruptly stop when things begin to get dark. Switching to his father's writing gives him an appreciation for his father and what he's been through, but even through that, he can't help but crave revenge. He always was an angry young man.

-He wants to put Edgar Ross' death behind him, trying to be a functioning man of society as his mother wanted for him, though his hand still itched for his gun.

-The land was becoming too dry; there wasn't much he could keep alive, and he needed money, so he decided to try and find work. Not many would take him due to his father's name, so he usually hangs around the blackwater bar to sleep in the rooms above it, only visiting his home on weekends to take care of the house and the graves.

-Eventually he finds work, by some old fella speakin' about how desperate this man was for a ranch hand and how it was nearly sad how much they needed it.

-Late at night, he shows up on your doorstep, looking for work after all these years. You would have laughed in his face if it wasn't obvious how much both of you needed this.

-Similar to Bonnie and John's situation He lived on your property for a while, though there was enough room in your house for him, so he worked for you and slept in the guest room.

-There's no room to argue like you did as children. though only nineteen, the two of you are much more grown than you'd like to be with both of your families gone. Now it's only a few quips and jabs.

-There's no women working for your ranch, so you have to trade 'womanly' chores. Jack used to help his mother with hers, so he doesn't mind, but he forces you to help as well.

-You two become friends, despite still bullying each other a little. Him joking about you hitting your head when walking into the barn (you're tall, but not THAT tall), and you telling him his eyes will go bad from staring at those small print books all day.

-The closer friends you two become, the more possible your relationship is to become romantic. Neither of you are sure when you figured out you were in love with each other; it sort of just happened.

-You kissed his cheek goodnight once before you parted ways with him in the living room to return to your bedroom eary and it became tradition. For months, that was how the two of you parted. The next day, before he left to go back to his family's ranch to clean it up, he called you over to his horse—taller than you—for once and kissed your forehead before turning quickly and spurring his horse off.

-As socially awkward as he is, he's very open, flirting with you, not very romantic, but then again, you two aren't exactly romantic; if anything, your relationship is more of a mean friends with benefits kind of situation.

-If you genuinely want to call it a relationship, you'll have to bring it up to him, or he won't really notice or care.

-If you want to be lovers, he'll accept it. You two still have separate rooms, and yet you fall asleep in his most of the time.

-Even if you can read, he likes reading you, with his back against the headboard and your head on his shoulder. he likes feeling taller than you, though he obviously isn't.

-This man tried nailing broken boot heels to his to make him taller and ended up twisting his ankle and falling flat on his face.

-Learns to deal with and accept the fact your taller, though hes unnaturally bitter.

-Everytime he heads home, times becoming less frequent now. He sits at the foot of his mother's grave and talks about you and his life; he brought you once but never did it again, he prefers his visits to his family's graves to be private.

-Even years into your relationship, he won't stop praying you'll bash your head on the doorframe. The day you do, he marks it on his callender and calls it the day he became a happy man, ignoring your unofficial anniversary and calling it a close second.

#jack marston #jack marston x male reader #jack marston/male reader #rdr1 x male reader #red dead redemption x male reader #jack marston x reader #kacey cant tag for the life of him #im alive omg

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tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine · 1 year

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okay this is for the "I say Havers"-meta anon because I feel a bit bad that I didn't give you what you wanted🙈

So we pick it up again after, the last post I showed you.

Captain says his line about the cover drive, Havers thanks him and then this happens :

(Two btws: -I remember making one of my silly little lazy posts with "say something I'm giving up on you" to this image

-just found out whilst looking for the GIF: I actually can tell from Gifs that only have his facial expression what has been said to him and at which point we are in the scene,solely based on his expression😮 )

Sorry back to the meta:

Would you look at him. In the first scene we have with him Cap dismisses him by saying "carry on" and Havers gets back to his duties. But here Cap, all wrapped up in his feelings made room for a pause by not saying anything after his cricket comment.

Now Havers says this and of course he can't just leave,he has to be dismissed and my boy has places to be (north-africa). But this is clearly not him asking for further commands etc.

Look at his eyes completely fixed on Cap and his raised eyebrow and the movement of the head. It's simutaneously the gesture one makes to remind someone that it's their turn to speak or do something as well as it looks like he tries to not only encourage Cap but is trying to indicate that "If you have anything to say, now is the time". Basically it looks like he's desperately waiting/yearning/hoping that Cap will adress his feelings/confess his feelings. He's almost trying to nudge him mentally to spit something out. (Still believe His inner monologue here was "say something, say something, say something!")

But Cap just confirms that that's all and in this second Havers realises that Cap won't say anything. And look how dissapointed he looks because it's just not happening. He's giving up and very very briefly has to get his facial expression in check. he turns to leave

(Excuse the screenshot quality I'm typing this on my phone and had to take this from YouTube)

So Cap now panicks a bit because this is probably the last conversation they'll be having and he at least has something to say that resembles a good bye or an I miss you just something to tell Havers what he means to him. So at the last minute:

and of course Havers whips around with an expectant look the only difference is he does not look like he's screaming internally wondering If Cap will confess anymore. I guess because he's already in his stiff upper lip/professional mode because my god the man can hide his emotions Like 1000 times better than Cap. Also he has given up after Cap gave him emotional whiplash twice already in this conversation. But nonetheless there is still a faint hope which is shown by how fucking fast he turns towards him.

So the next part hast been said by others before. Cap tries to say something, his courage leaves him, he shakes his head to himself and settles for

With this pleading look on his face of I dunno "please I mean it"? "please you have to understand/to see"? "Please believe me when I say"?

Wordwise though he's going the semi professional route of "I really liked working with you because I like you as a colleague"

So now Havers reaction which I for the longest time could not get. I mean i get the nod that's a "acknowledged....thank you ...you too... bye"

But the smile? So yeah now I gotta say first of all professional mode is on. But also in a way he got an "It's a shame that you're going, I wish you we're staying" but just not as a romantic confession. So he's smiling because at least he got that and it was sincere? Also happy that Cap did at least say something about his emotions towards him in the end?

seriously interpretations on that smile are very welcome.

Sorry this all is again incoherent babbling, but at least it's now about the right part of the scene.

#Anon ask #bbc ghosts #Redding Weddy #Capvers #Caphavers #Meta #My soft boy and my creaky boy #I Love them your honour #I am going to be so late for Work now whooopsie #Lieutenant Havers #BBC Ghosts the Captain

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thyandrawrites · 10 days

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please feel free to not answer this ask, but if you were to write a post-426 Todoroki family fix-it, how would you do it? under the condition they don't just let him die slowly and actively try to save his life and heal him, i think the canon setup presents interesting conditions for Touya to heal and see how much his family loves him and wants him back.

(as long as the others don't let e-slur make it all about himself)

Hi! Thank you for the interesting question and for offering an out. I think I want to answer, but sharing my more critical thoughts on bnha still stresses me out so I might end up deleting this reply in a bit if it stirs up my anxiety. I hope you’ll understand!

I think I should preface this by saying that all that follows is strictly my opinion! and that I feel very differently than you about chapter 426, so this answer probably won’t be much of an answer at all. I’m sorry for that.

The thing is, writing a post-426 fic with the intent of specifically making it a fix-it doesn’t really work for me. And that’s because by that chapter, what I consider to be irreparable damage to the Todofam plotline is already done. So anything stemming from that set up will not lead to the kind of resolution that I’d (personally!) consider thematically appropriate for this family. Or satisfying to consume.

Breaking this down, what would a fix-it entail for this family? In my opinion, it should involve healing from trauma. But for any healing to happen, there needs to be change, you know? The characters need to put in the work to actually be better. Imo canon doesn’t really show them as willing to do that, nor does it set up a good starting point for change or growth. In fact, the way I see it, that chapter shows them repeating the same old family patterns with zero self-awareness from the writing. That’s why in the Todofam post-canon fix-it I did actually write, I started the canon divergence at an earlier point, discarding anything that would’ve worked against a narrative of healing and of addressing the past in a constructive way.

But. I tried my best to brainstorm what I feel like doesn’t work in canon, and how I wish it was done instead. This ended up sounding like a big list of complaints, but I figured it could also work as a good starting point to examine what needs reworking, maybe? idk, it still doesn’t really fix stuff per se, imo, but maybe it comes closer to what you were asking for.

Under a cut for length, spoilers and negativity.

The baseline:

The tube is antithetical to a narrative of healing for various reasons. Begone with it.

Putting Touya in a tube and making his parents visit him doesn’t work as closure. I get what Horikoshi was trying to do with that. I do! It’s supposed to be a fix-it for how Enji never showed up at Sekoto peak, or spent any quality time with his eldest son, tbh. But it doesn’t work. All it does is paint Enji as a slightly better father for trying to learn from his mistakes, but the overall narrative is still very off.

Please consider: with the rest of the family, Enji had the maturity to realize he shouldn’t inject himself in their lives if he wants them to really heal. He still didn’t ask them if that was what they wanted, but at least he was willing to distance himself without them asking first. He built Rei a house so she can live far away from him with the kids and choose for herself whether or not she wants to see him ever again. That was good. It showed he understood boundaries.

But with Touya, he forces himself back in his life without letting Touya have a say in it. Enji makes that choice for him, and Touya doesn’t have the agency to say no because he’s physically unable to leave the tube.

First of all, a fix-it should re-examine whether Touya wants his father to visit in the first place. And if the answer is no, Enji should accept it and leave him alone. Enji should not have all the control in his hand. Touya’s boundaries should matter, too. Otherwise it’s still an abusive dynamic where Enji always does whatever he pleases with no consequences.

Another reason why the tube is bad is because it rips away Touya’s bodily autonomy, and that’s a bad way to end a character arc focused on gaining control of one’s fate. Touya’s self-determination was constantly put under question by his family during his childhood. The narrative decided to never solve this, and in fact to reinforce it by removing what little freedom he had left, and making him dependent on his family to literally survive.

A fix-it for that? Well, just let him heal enough to no longer be hooked to a machine to live. His skin doesn’t need to go baby-smooth again, but in a world of quirks that can magically heal even an exploded heart, it does sound exceptionally callous that they couldn’t even treat his burns. The only narrative purpose of sticking Touya in a tube is to limit his agency, and that’s not good storytelling imo. If a character cannot sit down and have a conversation unless you strap him onto a table and have another character talk at him, then you didn’t solve the communication issue. What you’re lacking is a character arc that brings said characters to a point where they’re willing to listen to each other. Stripping him of basic human dignity and calling it a day isn’t a solution. It’s lazy writing.

So, no tube. Then what?

First, I’d let Touya heal enough to talk. God, does he need to talk to his family. I wouldn’t skip that part. Nor would I make him a passive listener to Enji’s monologue, or to the family’s resolves. I would’ve liked to see him be an active participant in conversations. Canon left the actual family resolution open-ended, but if I was writing a fix-it, I wouldn’t. I’d explore what Touya wants, how he feels, how he sees himself going forward now that everything wrapped up differently than what he had imagined. I’d want to write him developing a more stable sense of self and maturing past the grooming he suffered growing up. I’d like to see him develop a better relationship with his quirk, too, and stop thinking his value as a person relies on whether he’s a good weapon or not. He could do that with Enji, theoretically, but with Shouto as well.

In canon, he shows remorse and apologizes to his brother, but Shouto isn’t around to hear it. But for the family to heal, I think they need to get in the habit of properly talking to each other more. Touya and Shouto in particular are strangers, and aside from their fight (during which they weren’t even trying to see each other’s point of view) they’ve never had an extended conversation. I would change that starting from the hospitalization. I’d show them visiting often (with Touya’s approval).

Most of all, I’d show Touya being loved and looked after by his family. Canon doesn’t do a good job of making them act differently towards Touya now that he’s back. In fact, the writing around this is a mess. The chapter opens with them proclaiming that they’re not visiting Touya out of a sense of duty, but then, just a few pages later, Natsuo of all people declares that they’ve taken responsibility. After a total of one (1) visit. When Touya didn’t even speak much.

It all sounds like he’s saying that they showed up, so the job is all well and done. Now they can pat themselves on the back. The problem brother is dealt with, and now they can return to their lives.

…that’s not… a great wrap up for a plotline of neglect.

Now before anyone jumps my throat, I don’t think that’s what Horikoshi intended to portray in this scene. I don’t think he willingly wanted to demonize any members of this family. In fact, I think he was trying so hard not to point fingers, that he zapped out all the emotion that should’ve been there in an effort to write this “resolution” as neutrally as possible.

Zapping any emotion Natsuo feels towards the brother he spent a decade trying to honor and fight on behalf of, made Natsuo feel like an empty shell, a puppet in the hand of the plot.

Ideally, a fix-it would show a family that actually cares about having Touya back. They should care that he’s in so much pain he can’t even speak. They should be happy that he lived, and not be talking about how “punishment” was “doled out”. Why the fuck would Natsuo, a civilian, care whether or not a villain was punished according to the law? That’s his brother. The brother he spent a decade mourning and wishing he had done better by. His focus should’ve been on emotions, not on moralizing. The latter is a job for the narrating voice, if there really is a need for that.

The lack of reaction from the Todofam when they’re told Touya is dying is extremely jarring and out of place, after the story went to such lengths about how much they regretted being unable to prevent his death the first time. In fact, they spend 0 time thinking about his feelings, or his wellbeing. How are we meant to believe there was any significant shift in the family dynamics that would make things better from then on?

All of this to say: ideally, a kinder wrap up of the todofam plot would spend more screen time showing these people actually bonding, or even liking each other. It wouldn’t gloss over it while also dehumanizing the usual scapegoat and call it character development.

Now this is more of a personal hangup of mine, but. Since we’re on the topic. I wish Touya had been allowed to make the first step in reconnecting with his family, rather than being a passive recipient of their efforts to atone.

Everything is always about everyone else’s feelings except his, you know?

Everyone gets to say how they feel and what they want, but not him.

Everyone gets to move on with their life, but not him.

Everyone gets to choose whether or not they want to have a relationship with Enji, but not him.

Everyone gets the chance to prove themselves better, including Enji, but not him.

At the very least, Touya could’ve been allowed space to be better, too. Cause otherwise, why saving him at all? Just to see him die in a tube?

But no, he was brought back so that everyone else except him could have their closure, and that’s just… ugh.

I feel like so much of Touya’s story is about how he’s constantly made to be an abstract, passive recipient of everyone else’s feelings, rather than a human being with feelings of his own. First, he was the child that made life harder for everyone around him, and his pain didn’t matter enough to bring change. Then he came back from the dead, and he was the villain embarrassing the family that needed to be stopped.

His feelings never factor in, and till the end, everyone still assumes how he feels without asking him and makes choices for him instead of giving him agency. For me that’s the opposite of character growth, and because of this, the Todofam plot failed to deliver on the narrative of change. For it to have any impact at all, at least for me personally, there should’ve been a better effort at showing, rather than telling, these characters moving on from their old ways. Starting from them actually listening to Touya, for the first time in their life. Instead, they all just sorta. Talk AT him. As usual.

tl; dr: how would I write a post 426 Todofam fix-it? I would afford Touya the dignity of having bodily autonomy and personal boundaries, and I would make his family show more consideration towards him and actively engage with him on an emotional level

Hope that answers your question even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped for

#ali replies #bnha #negativity

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skydigiblogs · 6 months

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honestly thought i would have a lot more to say about adventure 02 but like

i just finished episode 50 and the jist of my thoughts really are "yeah this is better than i remembered it being"

overall, an extremely ambitious follow up to digimon adventure, balancing a lot of plot points and an attempt at having a more cohesive storyline than "bad guy of the arc but suddenly it's apocalymon." in 02, most of the bad guys lead from one to another, in a way that seems much more intentionally thought-out than everything up until the dark master's arc in 01. even the one-off antagonists (dark ocean and demon's crew) played into the larger narrative, and weren't necessarily treated as one-offs so much as chances to expand the scope of the lore and use it to the narrative's benefit.

(although i do think it's a bit sad we never saw follow up on demon going "oh, you all are going to regret sending me to dagomon's ocean SOOOOO much")

also a lot of lore. so much lore. 01 introduced the fact that homeostasis has a bunch of agents that look like gennai, but a2 kept suggesting they're all copies (put a pin in that for my tri rewatch, much as i am loathe to rewatch that one). there wasn't any elaboration, but it is an interesting idea, and unfortunately i understand why it was kind of hastily noted and dismissed (the world tour arc had a lot to get to).

also the dimensional makeup of the digimon franchise got a lot more fascinating in 02. in 01 gennai mentioned that the gate could lead to all kinds of different places, but 02 actually takes that a step further in the lore, showing us the dark ocean and the dimension of dreams (even mentioning that the latter is pulled from by the digital world).

but it does maintain some of the problems i had with the original adventure in that i do wish more of the kids got to see their mega forms. :/

(i know tamers fixes that somewhat, then frontiers backpedals, but. you can't get me to rewatch frontiers lmao.)

furthermore, it does kind of suck that we're still left to wonder about ken's adventures in the digital world. we see ryo and millenniumon in his flashbacks to the adventures, but for audience members who missed out entirely on the wonderswan games, it makes it so we have to trust wormmon's word that ken was a kind person in the past. it's shown to an effective degree in the show, especially with his flashbacks to his childhood after the chimeramon arc.

it also makes narrative sense that they didn't feel the need to go over a story that's already happened, because that likely would have taken too long for 02, which already had so much going on. but maaaaaan. i do not want to play the wonderswan games, frfr (though i know there are fan translations out there for 'em).

i do love ken's arc though, as frustrating as him struggling with self-doubt is to watch. i'm glad the writers didn't make it seem too easy for him to forgive himself, because that's hard even if you weren't the vessel for like. All That Shit. i'm giving this boy a weighted blanket and hot tea.

tl;dr: compared to the oftentimes fever-dream like qualities of 01, 02 feels a lot more narratively focused in its story, and i think that really works to its favor. not a flawless season, but none of the digimon seasons are. a successful sequel to 01, much more so than i remembered from my last rewatch of the dub in 2020.

#sky talks #digimon #digimon adventure #digimon adventure 02 #“i don't have much to say about 02” //proceeds to write a mini essay//#don't mind me lmao #if this is rambly and unfocused it is because i am dealing with the triple threat of spoony issues today #watching digimon is how i get through my flare ups nskdjfnksjdnfds

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kennascreepycorner · 3 months

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Devil's Heat

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--- ❥ 6.2k words --- ❥ original work, not a fanfic --- ❥ TW; rape, manipulation, kidnapping, abuse, petplay, unhealthy relationships, religious themes, **none of this is okay irl and i do not condone any of this irl, it is a work of fiction**

{ Elizabeth, or Liza, is a nice girl who moved to a big city after high school. She frequents the bookstore, and one day a simple trip there goes horribly wrong.

Silas knows what he's doing is wrong, and he doesn't care. He knew he needed Liza the moment he saw her. }

(also posted to Ao3!)

this is unfinished <//3 I just wanted to post a little bit to see if its any good!!

Kidnapping. It's such a foreign concept to most people, and I mean, it was to me too. Until yesterday. I didn’t really think that I would get kidnapped on account of well, I usually don't consider that stuff.

I woke up yesterday, June 9th, 2024. I got dressed for a simple trip to the bookstore. I didn’t feel like doing much makeup so I all but skipped it, putting on only mascara to accentuate my green eyes, and a small bit of lip gloss. I put my short, blue hair into low pigtails and I looked in the mirror before I left.

I hadn’t realized there was a car tailing behind me the whole way there, I was too busy focused on the road. Driving made me nervous after the accident with my mom when I was 12.

When I got to the store, everything was still normal. I sat in my car for a second and fixed my hair, reapplied my lip gloss, and made sure I looked decent. This was the first day in a while I hadn't felt paranoid, I'd been feeling weird lately. Almost like someone was watching me.

I chuckle at the memory, wishing I would have known better.

As soon as I stepped out of the car, shit hit the fan. I felt someone grab my wrist, and turned around to see a grown man. Albeit, an attractive one, but a grown man nonetheless. He was tall, easily a foot taller than me. He had pale skin, black hair that was long and most likely professionally taken care of based on how healthy it was. His eyes were bright red, and stared deep into my soul. He was wearing a mask covering his mouth and nose, a black button up, and black pants. I was so taken aback that I didn't even think to run.

“What are you-” He pulled me closer to his large figure, covering my mouth as my back hit his chest. I could feel his abs as he pressed his body to mine. Fight or flight began to set in, and I tried to run. I tried throwing all my force into fighting, kicking and throwing myself around as much as I could, but he had me pretty much immobilized.

“Don’t panic, princess. I’ll take good care of you.” His voice traveled into my ears, and made my head spin.

I felt a cloth go over my mouth; and my vision blacked out. I woke up later in this fucking room.

I hate this fucking room.

It’s dark, and it's cold. My only sense of warmth is curling into myself on the small mattress in the corner of the room. My ankle has a heavy chain and padlock around it, connecting me to the wall. Above where the chain connects to the wall. It’s not big; and not very good quality. It’s made out of plywood and has no lid. The room is roughly 40 feet by 40 feet, if I had to guess. It’s a perfect square. All I get to eat and drink out of are two dog bowls. There's a toilet; I can't reach it while I'm chained to the wall though.

My head snaps up at the door across the room when I hear the handle jiggle, turn, and the door slowly creak open. I curl into a ball and shove myself as far into the corner as I possibly can.

“There’s my pretty puppy.” The tall man walks towards me.

“Please don’t hurt me-” I begin to speak, but he interrupts me.

“Do not speak unless spoken to. You are no longer a person, you are my pet.” he walks closer to me slowly as he is speaking.

“Training will be absolutely miserable for both of us. However, if you stay obedient and learn quickly, you can be spoiled like you deserve. Understood?” I stare blankly at him, my mouth drying out. He’s at the end of the mattress.

He looks down at me, his red eyes piercing through me once again, making me fold immediately. I’m scared of him.

“Understood.” My voice comes out shaky and uncertain. He shakes his head, crouching down to look at me closer.

“You may call me sir.” He stands back up.

“Yes sir,” I murmur and feel my head spin once again. I crawl to the edge of the mattress and watch him as he moves around the room, inspecting the small amount of items that are present. Only now do I realize the clothing I am wearing is not the same thing I came here in. All I’m wearing is an oversized shirt and my underwear.

“Are you hungry princess?” He asks, after what feels like an eternity of silence. He looks at me, and I slowly nod my head. He walks over to the door and exits. I make a face, quickly correcting it when I remember my situation. I cannot disrespect this man, it might cost me my life.

He returns with a bag filled with something, and a large jug of water. He walks over to my ‘dining area’, and begins to unroll the top of the bag.

Please don’t be actual dog food. Please do not be actual dog food.

I’m almost happy when I see him scoop out dry cereal.

“This one is your favorite, so you have no excuse not to eat it.” I almost smile at that, finding it somewhat attractive. Then I realize how creepy it is that he knows what my favorite cereal is.

He fills the other bowl with water. He then walks back to the door.

“I will be back tomorrow. I’m going to attempt to make this room more… bearable.” He turns and leaves the room once again. I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding in. I feel panic rising in me, and I know I need to calm myself down so I don’t have a panic attack. Drinking some water would probably be helpful.

I try and pick up the bowl of water to drink out of it, only to find it has been welded to the floor.

“Deadset on this dog thing huh?” I wonder aloud, not expecting a response.

“You are cuter than any real dog could be, but yes.” I jump when I hear a reply, looking around the room. I hear a chuckle emerge from the darkness again.

“Calm down, pup.” The name he calls me makes my head spin.

“I have an intercom system, and microphones on the camera in this room. I forgot to mention this earlier, but as you start to get adjusted to your new life, rules will be introduced and enforced. One of them is prayer.” I roll my eyes as I hear this.

“Oh great, who am I praying to?” I lay on the sarcasm as thick as possible in this sentence, making it abundantly clear I'm not entertained by the idea of enforced prayer.

“You’ll be praying to me, your new God.” There's a deep chill in his voice, making it abundantly clear he is not joking. I suck in a deep breath when he says this. I can't help but ask myself if this guy is really that delusional. Something deep inside me ignites, though. Maybe a curiosity, but I decided to leave it alone. For the moment, at least.

I lean down, lightly drinking water from the bowl on the floor in front of me. I figure if I can just go to sleep, I can escape this for a little bit. I shakily crawl over to the mattress, and decide to speak up on one of my needs; he seems to somewhat care about them.

“You should pray before bed, princess. Get used to it, if you ever choose not to I assure you, you will regret it.” I feel the expression of disbelief wash across my face.

“I get I’m only supposed to speak when spoken to, but you mentioned making it more bearable in this room. A stuffed animal might help with that.” As I spoke I curled up on the dirty mattress, sucking my arms and legs into the T-shirt that smelled of a man's cologne.

I realized as I drifted off to sleep it was probably his.

I wake up to the sound of the heavy metal door creaking on its hinges. My heart races with fear immediately. I spring up from my sleeping position, snapping my eyes around the room to attempt to ground myself through my anxiety.

“Good morning pup.” I hear a familiar gruff voice from the corner of the room; and I squint my eyes to try and see him. I don’t respond soon enough for him apparently, because before I know it he’s standing over me, and pulling me up by my hair.

Searing pain runs through my scalp as it supports my body weight. He pulls my face closer to him, I can smell the same scent on him that I do on the shirt I’m wearing.

“You will speak when spoken to, understood?” I feel tears welling in my eyes. Fear and anxiety bubbles in my gut, making my legs wobble.

“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir” My words come out in gasping breaths through the pain as tears fall from my eyes.

He drops me onto the mattress and goes back to his work in the corner. I rub the back of my head, a dull throbbing pain emerging from it. My eyes snap shut and I wince from pain. As I reopen my eyes, the room is illuminated by soft pink lighting. A small smile sneaks onto my lips; pink is one of my favorite colors. I hear a chuckle from my captor.

“I take it you like the lights, doggy?” My stomach churns at the nickname, I find myself both disgusted by it and… delighted?

“Yes sir, I do. They’re very pretty, thank you.” I attempt to keep my manners in peak shape, hoping he won’t hurt me again.

I take in how he has altered the room around me. It honestly does look like a childs room; but it’s comforting. The once barren floors are now lined with soft pink carpet. My bowls stay in the same spot, refilled with new water and cereal. ‘Will I only be allowed to eat cereal?’ As silly as the fear seems, the thing I’m most scared about is losing my figure. I continue observing the room. I mentioned one thing about stuffed animals, and now there's a large pile of them just within reach of how far I can go with my chain. There's also a collection of books, once again within reach. I pick one up and realize all of these are all my books, seemingly taken from my house. He has also put all of the books I was planning on reading in here for me. I’m not sure why I’m surprised at this point, it’s obvious he was stalking me.

I’m unsure of how to get my captors attention without angering him, so I raise my hand. His eyes snap to me after I wave it around a slight bit.

“Yes, princess?” He responds simply. I swallow, picking at the skin on my arms with my fingernails. “I need uh, I need to use the toilet.” I shift around, desperately trying to hold it in. He walks over to me slowly. He gestures to my ankle.

“I’m going to take off your chains. If you try to run, I will break your legs.” His voice once again becomes extremely serious, losing its gentle edge that he has applied when speaking to me so far. Fear runs through my veins, and my eyes widen, rounding at the corners. My head bobs up and down in agreement, fear laced through my actions. He crouches down, gently grabbing my ankle. His hand is warm, but his fingers are calloused. He slides the key into the lock, carefully opening the shackle around my ankle.

“I will turn around, however, I am not leaving. Be fast please.” He stands up and turns around. I weakly move up to my feet, and rush to the toilet. I don’t have time to be embarrassed, I’m more concerned with getting my business done. I finish up and return to the mattress.

“I’m done.” He turns around and repeats his previous actions with the same softness as before. My obedient actions have an undertone of fear, not love. Both he and I can see that. He stares at me for a moment, staying at eye level with me. I stare into his eyes and feel heat rise to my face, realizing how exposed I truly feel in this moment. I take the time to observe his face. He has a square, sharp jawline. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes are truly one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. What am I thinking? I blink, breaking the eye contact we had been holding. He stands up again swiftly.

“I have a new mattress for you. I apologize for the state of the last one, my love. This room was used previously for those I didn’t care for so much.” He gestures to a mattress which I somehow haven’t noticed until now. It’s significantly bigger than the one I’m currently on. It has what look like light pink sheets on it, only a fitted sheet. It seems I still haven’t earned the privilege of blankets.

“Please stand up.” He has me stand off to the side as he takes the dirty old mattress and tosses it near the door, moving the new one into place. He steps back and moves his head towards the mattress, silently telling me to lay down on it. I timidly walk over and flop down, my tired body relaxing as the soft foam morphed to my shape. He leaned down over me. I felt his hand move slowly over my thigh. Despite what I’m telling myself, I whimper.

“Please stop..” I whine out, but my body betrays me and my hips buck up into his hand as soon as I feel it against my pulsing cunt. I turn away my face in embarrassment.

“Do you really want me to stop, pup? Or do you want me to keep going, to make you feel good like no other boy has?” My chest rises and falls harshly as he rubs me through the thin fabric of my panties. I feel him pull my panties aside, and before I can offer up a protest he slides a thick finger into me. I gasp out in both surprise and pleasure.

“Want me to make you feel like a bitch in heat?” He begins to move his finger slowly as his voice comes out in a sickly sweet tone. I look at him with half lidded eyes, nodding faster than my brain can even process.

“Okay then princess, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna let me touch your little body, and I’ll let you feel good.” I continue to nod at him while he speeds up the pace and my hips begin to move once again.

“On the condition that you obey me,” He begins talking as he inserts another finger, soliciting a lewd moan from me as the corners of my eyes round. I start nodding and whimpering, feeling myself get closer to the edge.

“Completely.” He pulls his fingers out at the end of his sentence. My head spins processing what he just told me.

“You want me to.. What?” The fog clears from my mind. He grins at me. He removes his hands from in between my legs. My heart begins to race again, from both fear and arousal. He was my stalker, of course he figured out what got me going.

“I’m the one in control here. You no longer have human rights. You’re a dog. The faster you learn that, the easier it is for both of us, puppy.” He kisses my forehead. I sit up and realize what I just let him do to me. I look down at my hands and they feel foreign. I don’t recognize myself. I realize he’s walking out of the room. I’m freezing cold, so I work up the courage to speak.

“Can I have a blanket?” The words come out just barely above a whisper, but he stops and turns around. I force myself to meet his eyes, and immediately regret having spoken. His eyes are filled with anger; and he’s over by me in a couple quick steps. He grabs me by my neck and pulls me up from the mattress.

“Use your manners, dog. You’ll get a blanket when you fucking earn it.” Tears well in my eyes as I begin to thrash around from a lack of air. He drops me on the mattress and I begin to gasp for air. I try to get words out but my throat hurts too much. He walks to the door.

“Be grateful for what you have, mutt. This could be much, much worse.” He opens and closes the door quickly. I figure that I should try to do something that will calm my ragged breath. I realize tears are streaming down my face. I picked up one of the books I was reading, I had started it the day before he took me. I look at the cover and something inside my stomach churns. It feels wrong reading dark romance now that it so heavily applies to me.

Looking around the room aimlessly, I decide going to bed is probably for the best. As I lay down, in my sleeping position that is becoming all too familiar, I hear the distinct sound of his voice.

“Don’t forget to pray, princess. We wouldn’t want to give you a punishment now would we?” My eyes snap open, fear coursing through my veins once again. I move quickly, assuming the position that I’ve seen people take before praying. I’ve only ever seen this in movies, of course, but I still try my best. I clasp my hands together above my head, and look at the ground before closing my eyes. I mumble out a quick prayer, trying to stall so it seems that I’m saying more than I actually am.

Once I’m done I crawl back into bed. I suddenly remember the pile of stuffed animals that is in my reach, and I opt to grab one that looks eerily similar to my favorite one from home. Upon further inspections, I realize she is the one from home. I don’t even question how he got it. In my sleepy haze, I find this overall more comforting than disturbing and I drift off to sleep.

I wake up from a lovely dream of being at home, in my bed, with a blanket and pillows, to being in this hellhole again. I sit up and groggily rub my eyes. I groan. I glance over at the cereal and water, which I didn't eat or drink all day yesterday. Then again, I have absolutely no sense of time, or what day it is. It could still be yesterday. Whatever, it doesn’t really matter right now. I pull my hair back and lightly sip at the water. I’m still getting used to drinking out of a bowl. This place is odd. I feel so loved and cared for, yet so trapped and scared. I wonder if dogs feel like this. I don’t exactly know how to feel. I’m mostly scared and angry. I didn’t fucking ask for this. I didn’t ask to be taken hostage by some creep and forced to play his sick demented little game.

I pull my face back from the bowl of water, setting my weight on the balls of my feet.

At the same time, I can’t help but wonder if this was fated to happen. All the books I read are exactly like this. I literally fantasized about this stuff. I never expected it to actually happen to me though. I sigh and plop down on the mattress. As much as I like the pink lighting, it’s starting to get a little old.

“What’s your name?” The sound of my voice cuts through the silence, and all I can hope is that he’s in whatever room he has set up to monitor me so he can hear me. I sit and glance around, waiting calmly for a response.

“My name? Why do you ask, princess?" I struggle to find a response, blurting out whatever comes to mind.

“Well I mean, you know everything about me. If I’m supposed to fall in love with you, I need to know a little bit about you.” I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice. I’m not entirely lying; I can’t fall in love with someone without knowing them first. The only thing is I have absolutely no intentions of falling in love with this guy. At the moment, I’m utterly disgusted both with him for forcing himself upon me, and with myself for allowing it to happen.

“Well I suppose I could let my prey know who is going to devour her mind.” I shudder at the insinuation that he's going to devour me.

“My name is Silas." My curiosity is piqued by this. It’s an irregular name, that’s for sure.

"Silas Nocturne. The few friends I was capable of making call me Sigh on account of my intimidating demeanor. However, neither of those names may leave your pretty lips. Also, don’t roll your eyes, little dog.”

A small part of me feels fuzzy at the nickname, and I immediately push it down. He is not your friend or owner, I remind myself in my head, He kidnapped you. I fall onto my back.

“Thank you for telling me. Sorry for uh, rolling my eyes.” Even I can hear the disdain in my own voice as I apologize. My gut instinct tells me to obey him in order to please him, but I won’t let myself. I will not lose myself in this, I can’t. I bring my hands up to my face, palms together, and I begin to pray.

“Please god fucking get me out of this place.” I mutter it under my breath, over and over again, hoping to please the demands of having to pray to him. Silas doesn’t need to know that I’m not praying to him. I bring my hands back down to my sides, and stare at the ceiling. With nothing to do I find myself drifting into sleep once again.

Waking up here is dreadful. I either wake up to being alone, or I wake up to this crazy fuck who thinks he’s a god. Every time he opens the door, I desperately try to hope for an escape. I don’t think I’m getting out of here any time soon. Silas has started coming in here every day when he sees that I’m awake. Sometimes, he’s in the room before I’m even awake. He just sits there and watches me sleep, it’s extremely disturbing.

I groan, trying not to make my discontent too obvious or he will be down here immediately. I manage to drag myself into a sitting position, my posture resembling that of a hunchback. I slowly move to check the box on the wall. I have no idea how often it’ll be filled up. I peer over the edge, my curiosity peaking as I see something sparkle inside of it.

I scoot closer to the box, wanting to know what’s inside yet being scared at the same time. I take a deep breath before reaching my hand into the box fully. I feel around for a second before my hand hits something soft. I feel my heart drop as I pull it out of the box and realize I’m holding a dog collar.

What the fuck? I stare at the collar, unsure of what to think. It’s a fuzzy pink fabric, with a light pink clip resting on either end, and a metal D-ring sewn into it. The D-ring has a small tag hanging from it, it’s heart shaped.

I read the tag, almost being distracted by the rhinestones on the edges. ‘Silas’s puppy’ I turn my nose away with disgust. Why is he so insistent on me being his dog? I am a human, not an animal. My focus on the collar is broken when Silas walks in, carrying what seems to be a large, light pink dog crate. It takes all my concentration to not let my jaw drop.

“Good morning pup.” He smiles at me in a manner that would usually be loving, but due to the situation it sends chills down my spine. I stare at him with horror, unable to find a response. He lets the door slam behind him, and he begins to set up the dog crate. I focus back on the collar. I will never put this on, I swear it on my life. I don’t notice his gaze on me again until he speaks to me.

“Ah, I see you’ve discovered your present.” My face contorts at his misuse of words. Present? This is all one giant punishment. I can’t bring myself to speak, my stomach twisting in a mixture of fear and rage. He crouches in front of my figure, pulling my chin up to look at him.

“Let me explain, puppy.” I pull my face back from his hand, not wanting him to touch me whatsoever. He sighs, walking back over to the dog crate, which was now fully set up. There's also a blanket draped over the top, making the prospect of going inside of it all the more horrifying for some odd reason. Aside from it being pastel pink, I hate it.

“Since you're my dog, I need to train you. Usually, I wouldn’t crate train an animal, but you’re a special case, princess.” My eyes are fixed on the crate. A plethora of thoughts race through my mind. The most pressing question I have comes out of my mouth before I can think to hold it back.

“Are you going to put me in there?” I vomit the words out with such urgency that he’s unable to decipher what I’m saying. He stares at me and smiles.

“Why, princess? Is that what you’re scared of?” He stalks over to me and places a hand on my head. I flinch at first, but relax into the touch as it stays gentle.

“Is that what you don’t want me to do?” He questions me, suddenly closing his fist around my hair. I gasp and lean into his touch, hoping to lessen his hold, but he just pulls with more force. He drags me off of the bed, pulling me to the crate by my hair. Fear and panic start to set in as I thrash and kick my legs but remain unable to escape his grasp. He throws me into the crate, kicking at my legs a bit to make sure I go in fully.

He closes the door, locking it not just with the metal hinges on the crate, but padlocks too. I stare in dismay as I start to cry. I assume he hears my sobbing, because he crouches down to look at me.

“Wondering why I did this, princess?” His tone is mocking, making it very clear the question was rhetorical. I’m too petrified to speak so I just nod in response.

“I did this because you’re ungrateful. You don’t appreciate how well I treat you. Every single night, I see what other, more cruel people would do to a pretty young girl like you if they found you. That’s why I saved you. That’s why I need to protect you.” He talks to me like he's making any sense, as if this isn’t the most absurd thing I’ve ever been told. As far as I’m aware, he works at a fucking gas station.

“You don’t understand how good you have it here. So you’ll learn to appreciate it. It’ll be good to put the fear of your God into you.” He stands up as he finishes his statement, pulling the blanket fully over the crate, engulfing me in darkness. I feel my breathing speed up at an alarming rate. I hate the dark. My eyes dart around the small space, waiting for a lingering danger to leap out and hurt me. My labored breaths speed up until I can feel myself becoming dizzy. I weakly suck in a deep, harsh breath, before my vision goes dark and I collapse.

I wake up still in the crate, my own personal hell. I have no idea how long it's been. I try to sit up, and I end up hitting my head on the metal bars that make up the top of the crate. I have to stay in a small and uncomfortable position, my knees tucked under me while I basically fold in on myself. I hear his voice break through the thick silence.

“Scared yet?” I logically know it’s coming from the intercom system he told me about before. Right now though, my brain couldn’t care less about logic. I find myself returning to my unhealthy habit of picking at my skin. Dark purple bumps already litter my appendages as a result of my awful coping mechanism. I feel my nails dig into my skin, and the warm blood that follows after. The pain keeps me grounded. At some point after doing this for what seems like hours, I fall asleep again.

I don’t know how many days I’ve been in this crate. It’s had to be at least two, and Silas hasn’t come to see me even once. In a strange way, I miss him. It’s dark, I’m deprived of my senses. I’ve managed to find a somewhat comfortable position to lay in while I'm here.

I can’t even muster up enough energy to look his way when I hear the door open. There’s no point anyways, I can’t see him because of this damn blanket. I just start praying that he doesn’t hurt me anymore. He circles around my crate, watching me, making me feel like prey being sized up by its predator.

Which isn’t too far off from what this is. My eyes watch his feet, but I don’t move. He slowly begins to unlock the crate. I feel relief start to pool in my chest, until I look at his eyes. They’re dark, a sinister gaze falling into mine as I realize what’s going to happen to me. He stands up, opening the crate door as he does.

“Get out, mutt.” I slowly maneuver out of the crate, shaking with anxiety. His eyes slide from me to the spot at his feet. I begin to stand up to walk towards him.

“Stay on the fucking floor. Dogs don’t walk on two legs.” His sentence grinds out through clenched teeth. I drop to the floor as fast as possible, all I want is to avoid getting hurt.

Though, I have a funny feeling that won’t be possible.

I crawl on all fours to his feet; the act is so humiliating I feel my body try to reject it, but I swallow my nerves and force myself to move. I get to his feel and rest on my shins, letting my arms fall to my thighs.

“It’s been five days now. Learned your lesson yet, puppy?” The question has a condescending ring to it, which I don’t register fast enough. Five days? I try to cover up my shock; ultimately I fail.

“Yes, Si-” My sentence is cut off abruptly with the harsh feeling of a hand hitting my face. My vision is flung to the side as I process what just happened. I take in a deep breath, and look at him once again. He gives me a small smile and reaches to stroke the hair on my head, making me tense up. I watch him closely as he reaches on top of the crate, producing the pink fuzzy collar from before. I stare up at him with light confusion. As he begins to fiddle with it, I stop paying close attention. I observe him instead. His hands, though large, move carefully. Every twitch is planned, he’s coordinated, calculated. He sees me staring at him, and a small smile moves across his lips. My eyes stay trained on his face as his tongue dips out of his mouth and onto his bottom lip. It moves slowly yet confidently over the soft skin that makes up his mouth, then moving to rolling against the air all too seductively.

I feel a burning heat rise between my legs. He stops moving his tongue, seemingly done tweaking with the collar from before. He reaches down to clasp the collar around my neck, and it feels suffocating. Aside from the fuzzy feeling encasing my neck, there's the feeling of two cold, dull metal spikes poking into the right side of my neck. He notices as my hand raises up to feel them.

“They’re electricity conductors. I’ve set them up to shock you at a high enough level to hurt you, but not to seriously injure or kill you.” He speaks nonchalantly, as if his words haven’t come straight from a horror movie. I tug at the collar, fear making me act on impulse. He chuckles at me.

“Silly dog, there’s no use. I superglued the clasp together. That collar isn’t coming off your neck until I say it does.” He coos at me. I see him pick up a small remote and I begin to tremble. I swear to everything and anything that might be Holy, if this fucking creep shocks me-

My thought process is cut off by searing white pain crashing through my whole body in waves. My vision goes black, and I feel my body fall onto the soft carpeting that lines the floor. I wake up panting and sweaty, and I look at him with more distrust held in my gaze than anyone could imagine. If he wants me to love him, why is he doing this?

I look up to see him standing over me, smiling.

“That was the lowest setting. You didn’t do anything to deserve it that time, I just wanted to demonstrate what awaits you if you're disobedient.” He allows me time to crawl back onto my legs, slowly recovering from the sharp jolt.

“Have you realized your situation now, princess? You will fall in love with me, it’s only a matter of how much I have to break you first.” My brain barely processes what he’s saying, a throbbing pain emerging from it. I just need to go along with this, I will find a way out eventually. I swallow my pride before pawing at his leg with a closed fist and whining slightly.

“Aw, is the little puppy hurting?” His tone is belittling, making me feel like an idiot just for existing. I nod my head, slightly turning it away as a blush fills in across my cheeks. I’m not lying to him. My head is pounding. He hooks a leash onto my collar and leads me to the mattress.

When did he get a leash? I don’t think much of it due to the haze my brain is in from the pain. He sits down on the bed and pats his knee lightly. I shuffle over to his legs, my head throbbing with pain more and more with each movement. I position my body between his large legs, resting my head on his lower thigh. I feel my eyelids start to fall, but before they can completely close I hear a familiar but gruff voice speak to me.

“Here princess, take this, it’ll help the pain.” Before I have a chance to protest he’s forcing pills into my mouth followed by water, plugging my nose and making me swallow. I try to catch my breath after being force fed mystery medication.

“What was.. What was that?” I feel my head begin to throb harder, the room spinning around me. He strokes the top of my head and shushes me. I don’t have the energy to protest, and opt into blinking over and over again in a desperate attempt to ground myself. On the last blink, I see Silas begin to unzip his pants.

I feel myself slip into sleep, even as I put all my effort into resisting it.

I wake up, and I’m laying on the mattress. I rub my eyes and sit up groggily. I feel a weird, cold sensation between my legs, and reach down to feel what it is. As my hand touched my inner thigh, I feel a cold sticky substance on my leg. My stomach turns and ties in knots. I pull up my shirt in a panic, finding relief that my panties are still on, and his mess is just on the outside of them.

Fucking pervert. My face contorts with disgust. I feel myself start to get sick, and I run to the toilet. I vomit for what feels like hours. I have no idea what time it is, ever, and it’s driving me insane.

After I finish throwing up, I try to drink some water. I then slowly crawl up onto the mattress, realizing he took the blanket. I sigh and start crying, letting myself relax for the first time in what feels like forever.

#writers #writers of tumblr #my writing #original character #original work #oc writing #original fiction #original story #dead dove #problematic fiction #tw sa #abuse tw #tw dark content #tw assault #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw rape

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lyranova · 1 month

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I WANNA ASK MAMA LYRA A QUESTION TOO!! 💗💗💗💗✨✨✨✨

Hihihiii it's so cool she loves black clover too, so.... What's her opinion on the three older Silva siblings?? Love n' sparkles 💗✨

Hiya Ginny! Ofc you can ask my mom a question, and she said she’s glad you think she’s cool for watching Black Clover 🥰!

My mom already answered some questions on the Silva siblings seperately, so I’ll post them here below the cut for you to read 💕!

For Nozel:

She said at first she did not like him because he was a “freaking jerk” (this is the PG version btw) to Noelle and that he was just a “jerk” all around to everyone.

But, she does agree that he’s a little bit better now and that there are many redeemable qualities in him, however she still doesn’t like him and says he’s “waaay too uptight” (as previously said, he is one of the characters that “squeaks while they walk”).

I did tell her that there is reasons as to why he treated Noelle that way, and she agreed, but she also said that he should have gone about it differently instead of hurting Noelle and being a “jerk” to her. She also thinks that Noelle is stronger, or will be, stronger than Nozel!

So overall, she does see a lot of potential in Nozel and his character, and hopes to see him being redeemed. But she also wishes that he would have been redeemed sooner rather than later, and at the current moment, she still doesn’t like him because of how he treated Noelle!

For Nebra and Solid:

She called them “jerks” (again, PG version) and said, as far as she has seen in the anime, neither of them have even tried to redeem themselves with Noelle. Unlike Nozel who is starting to try.

She said that’s all she really has to say right now since you don’t really see them much, but at this point in the anime, she doesn’t like them and hasn’t seen them try to redeem themselves or work on fixing their relationship with Noelle.

#asks #ginny #my lovely mutuals #black clover #ask game #silva siblings #my mom answering questions

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spotsupstuff · 1 year

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I love the vibes of sky whales it’s just so good! Augh yeah flying whales!!!

What would have Higher circles thought of sky whale itties if they had happened? What would Sparrows think of it?

( also does this mean Notos would have proper vision if mission Self Preservation went through? )

Would they have tried to get other groups, like Wish for Tomorrow on board with self preservation (again) after rebuilding themselves to be self sustaining, considering they have solid proof it would work and work well?

flying whales never disappoint in stories for the vibes, don't they hah! it's one of my favorite fictional stuff ever- sea life in sky- right along with flying sea ships (treasure planet my beloved... destiny's bounty of n|njago my beloved....)

"higher circles"- that's kind of broad gjsdmcklsd depends on which colony, really. the politicians n the more manipulative parts of the society wouldn't like it one bit cuz it's a loss of control on too giant a scale. it's worrying. what if the Iterator decides to move a little bit wrong and everything gets destroyed, everyone killed? but then you have colonies that would trust that their Iterator would have their best interests at heart- like Haboob's, Nish's, Suns', Fish's, maybe Pebbles could be solidly trusted... you couldn't trust Boreas with this for example, but those first four definitely yes

SPARROWS WOULD BE,,,, caught between being very excited for them and utterly terrified. not only are the whales ridiculously Ginormous (bigger than the og structures, too) but they also Move, oh gods.... she's trembling like an uncontained mixer while giving Euros double thumbs up with the most nervous grin ever. she Is happy for him but oh this is so scary

gjsdlckldsmgkl Dagger, Orion's General, would be just scratching the back of his head over all of this... i'm just imagining that he left Terminus to visit someplace n then the day he's supposed to start comin back Orion, giant whale form and everything, pulls up like "Hi Dad I Came To Pick You Up!!!!!（◕ᴗ◕)ゞ~♡✧˖°💞" would take the whole city for a trip for the sake of his old man <3

(yeah!!! Mission Self-preservation is also meant to fix up sicknesses and disabilities, not only ensure survival. but really Notos' eyesight problem was solved by the giant overseer Euros made for it. that thing directly transfers what it sees to Notos live. power n skill of an old Phone Operator Chief 💪)

the whale stuff can be thought of as either phase 2 or phase 3 (phase 1 being ensuring base survival and then either phase 1.5 or 2 bettering quality of life) and it would take ridiculously long to get to it in the canon storyline, so unfortunately those groups that didn't accept phase 1 Mission Self-preservation wouldn't make it to see the whale phase 😔

those that would've accepted the phase 1 n would make it through, would be of course offered the blueprints immediately after testing of the everything would be done, yes

#spot says stuff #rw #oc tag

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distopea · 1 year

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@nezumivc103221 continuation from here

He had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before she would perhaps abandon the mask of elegance to show her true colors. Everything was perfect in her behaviors; from the details of her crossed ankle, to the way she was politely answering to everything. She made sure to look like a fawn that couldn’t be harmful, soothing any man with her gentleness and her acting. He wasn’t even sure it was an act in the first place, but most likely, he was paranoid enough not to fall into a honey trap. Yoming and him weren’t necessarily enemies, but one toy could be the end of a mutual truce.

He poured the required wine into her glass and slid the drink right in front of her silhouette, so she wouldn’t have to pat the air for too long before finding her glass. For a moment, he wondered if she would be confident enough to even drink the beverage, as he would, on his side, be wary of being poisoned. Maybe he was expecting her to flinch, even so slightly, but it was just for his own entertainment. On his side, he was patient like a wolf, as he poured himself a drink and pressed his back against deep into his chair.

“Yoming is very insistent when it comes to his Eve. He has bragged more than once that he had, indeed, the best source of entertainment.” He rolled the wine inside his glass, testing its quality before he gently hummed the top of the drink and eventually tried a first sip. “I agreed to let myself be tempted by his favorite toy, but I wasn’t truly in the mood to play with it, I must admit. At least not tonight.” He added with the same calm and warm voice, his golden eyes never leaving Eve’s silhouette.

He tensed, just for a second, when she moved her fingers right on her blindfold. He always feared that there would be a trap, even in his own game, his eyes falling on the phone waiting by his side; Requiem was one text away from him, waiting in the room next door, just in case. He relaxed, though, when he noticed that she was only fixing it, still playing by his rules, but for how long though, he wondered. He appreciated the fact she was more inclined to chat rather than suddenly offering other kinds of services.

“I can only indulge you.” He smiled, even if she couldn’t see him. “If you’re hungry, I don’t mind ordering from the room service. You’ll pick whatever you wish, but allow me first to know you better.” He cocked his head aside, then decided that it would be more interesting to see how far her smartness could go. “I think a little mind game could be funnier than the regular conversation. I know you’re trained to entertain fellows around daily topics, but I don’t wish you to divert me this way.” He drank a bit more of his wine, then settled it next to his phone.

“Would you believe me if I ever say that Eve is not supposed to leave this room tonight?”

#; nezumivc103221 #⌇magnus princeps ( 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 | ic )#⌇a nebula of masks ( 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 | main verse )#⌇a taste of your revenge upon my blade ( 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 / 𝙉𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙞 )#; I'm putting this in a new thread because the FUCK tumblr was so hiccuping about it lmao #; anyway SORRY I know you have been waiting forever <3 #; happy to channel Astra and continue this 👀

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riflebrass · 2 years

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I got to try out the Girsan Regard. It's a Beretta 92 clone made in Turkey. It's a neat budget gun at roughly $450 and apparently it's compatible with Beretta OEM parts. The biggest problem with Turkish guns is material quality, particularly their shotguns are plagued with problems where small parts like firing pins break and then getting a replacement is a pain in the butt. With Beretta interchangeability it significantly reduces the problem, though disassembling the slide to fix internals is a huge problem. Not something I'd wish upon a beginner.

I fiddled with the gun a little and the machining felt pretty good. I'm definitely not an expert on machine quality but it didn't feel like anything was loose and wobbly.

The trigger pull was nice. It's been ages since I've dealt with a bone stock Beretta but even the double action on this thing felt nice. Not as good as a Beretta with the D spring but still quite a bit better than I remember a stock Beretta feeling like. We put about 150 rounds through it today and there was one failure to eject. I feel like that's just break in period stuff so I'm not worried about it.

The magazine was interesting. The mag itself was made by Mec-Gar specifically for Girsan. For such an inexpensive gun you only get one mag. The interesting thing here leads me to my one big complaint about the gun. The slide stop only works with the one Mec-Gar mag that came with the gun. We tried other Mec-Gar mags and actually Beretta factory mags. The follower in the mag didn't quite reach the slide stop lever so the hold open on the last round only works for the Mec-Gar mag specifically made for Girsan.

One of the guys at the range had a real Beretta with him so they swapped out slide stops and the actual Beretta one was a perfect fit on the Girsan frame and worked just fine with all of the mags. It's annoying that this is a problem out of the box but fortunately a replacement slide stop isn't horribly expensive and it's easy to replace.

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year

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Secret Money

CEO Loki/Fem Assistant OC AU

Multi-Chapter Fic in progress.

Notes: I first posted this fic in 2020 on AO3. After almost three years (I’m sorry to my long time readers by the way) I went back and reread the first two chapters and holy smokes dude! They were a mess! I fixed them recently and now I feel much better about it. The recent chapters are certainly a higher quality then the older ones, but I think it’s a fun story either way. I’m posting the first chapter here as a little sneak peek for my tumblr people with a link to the entire fic on AO3.

Content warnings: Eventual smut, Slow Burn, Age Gap, Uneven Power dynamic, Alcohol and Substance Abuse, Loki is an asshole, original characters.

Read the whole thing on AO3

Chapter 1: Fate is a Sadist

Hannah holds the pieces of mail between her fingers. Bills, and they are very overdue.

“I just don’t know if I can pay rent this month.” Hannah tried to explain to her roommate, “This tuition shit is killing me.”

“You’ll be fine girl, I can add some on to my rent.” Her roommate Hazel sympathized with her.

After getting accepted to her dream college in Los Angeles three years ago, Hannah foolishly thought that her life would be clearer. As if a road would be paved with her bright future ahead. That road turned out to have many cracks and potholes, hell, it probably wasn’t even paved.

“Are you sure? You did that last month.”

“It’s fine Hannah, trust me.”

Hannah slumped in her seat, she didn’t feel right having her best friend, who was also a student, help pay for her.

Growing up in the rundown suburbs of San Francisco, overdue bills and sleepless nights were her childhood. Her parents always wanted to get her out, but they were unable to do so financially. Thankfully, financial aid and small scholarships aided her in her academic career, she made sure to keep her grades high, knowing she would not be able to fully pay her way through. But that given money eventually ran out, and student loans piled high, taking every dollar she had.

Sometimes she would daydream about being rich. Fancy, tasteful meals, a beautiful house, and no worries. It was an impossible dream of course, she had to intention of being famous despite where she lives, surrounded by Hollywood stars and dreamers who wished to be so. Not to mention she also despised the upper class, most of which were unappreciative of their riches. They do say that money doesn’t buy happiness, but it can ease a few worries.

The ringing of a bell woke her up from her blissful daydream.

“All right class, make sure to finish the assignment by Monday, it’ll be a big influence on your final grade for the year. Have a good weekend.”

Standing up from her seat, Hannah collected her books and headed for the door.

“Any plans tonight girls?” Her friend Anna came up to her and Hazel, the curly redhead wrapped her arms around the two girls. Making Hannah slightly squirm away, her friends knew that she didn’t enjoy being touched, some ignored that, however.

“I don’t have the cash for a fun Friday night, sorry.” Hannah said, rolling her eyes at the question and trying to get out of the situation.

“Well what if I told you it was free?” Anna raised her eyebrow in an attempt to convince her cautious friend.

“Do you have something in mind?” Hazel questioned.

“Maybe,” She winked, “I’ll tell you in the car.” she giggled and quickly left the lecture hall.

“I wonder what goes on in her head sometimes.” Hazel pondered.

“I guess we’ll find out in the car.”

“The suit is a custom tailored Versace piece with velvet lining.”

“Sounds a bit hot don’t you think? Especially with all of the lights and everything?”

“Well the ladies will certainly think you are smoking hot sir.” His stylist, Michael winked at him.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Loki sighed.

Being one of the richest and most successful men in the world, Loki Laufeyson caught plenty of attention on his own, without a luxury suit. Michael insisted however, claiming that he must look good for the tabloids and websites that would be singing his praises tomorrow, or praying for his downfall.

“You have been on the list for most eligible bachelors in the world for the past four years. Don’t you think it might be time to think about settling down?”

“All of the women who want me just want my name or my money, I have to be careful that whatever girl I bring home won’t poison my drink and take my wealth.”

“The perfect lady will come along soon sir, and she won’t poison your wine. Now, would you like the black tie or the green tie?”

“I don’t need relationship advice from my stylist; and green.”

“Good choice.”

“Do I really have to go to this meaningless gala? I donate enough to charity, I don’t need to go to a party for them to tell me to donate more.”

“It'll make you look good to the public eye, and you need to get out of the house for something other than work.”

“I need to finish things.” Loki tried to argue.

“Listen, just go there, get your picture taken, make a speech, and then leave”

“It’s not that easy, I’m afraid.”

“It never is, is it?”

“So what is the plan you have for tonight?” Hannah asked her giddy friend.

“Well, there is a gala thing tonight for all those rich people who claim they donate to charity. It’s on Sunset Boulevard and some big names are gonna be there.”

“What about it? It’s not like we can get in or anything.” Hannah states, wondering what Anna had in mind.

“That’s why we will sneak in, then we can interview some of the celebs and get a good final grade for our assignment.”

“Do you have any idea how many people try to sneak into those things? It’s impossible!” Hannah exclaimed, “Why can’t we just interview a local store owner or someone like that for our assignment?”

“C’mon Hannah, this is our final assignment for the year, then it’s summer break! Don’t you want it to be good?” She pressures Hannah.

“Yes, but we don’t have to sneak into a heavily secured event to get a good grade!”

“Don’t be such a bummer!”

“Hey!” Hazel interrupted the girls’ bantering, attempting to be the voice of reason, “If she doesn’t want to do it she doesn’t have to, this whole situation is a bit risky anyway.”

“But it’ll be fun! And it will make a good story either way.” Anna gives Hannah a playful slap on the shoulder, irking the irritated girl even more.

“Fine” Hannah reluctantly agreed, clenching her jaw in regret of what she just said.

The ride to the gala was long due to the infamous traffic. Hannah was quiet most of the ride, staring out of the window, looking at the flamboyant city outside. Every once in a while she would glance at her friends in the front seat while questioning her life choices.

On the way to the gala the girls made a stop at Hannah and Hazel’s shared apartment to pick up some nicer clothes for the gala. Their intention was to blend in as interviewers, all the girls decided to go for their little black dresses in the closet. None of them owned anything close to professional, or nice for that matter. Hannah only had an old pair of flats for her dress shoes, hoping nobody would notice the seams beginning to tear at the heel.

“We’re here!” Anna said excitedly as she shut off the car.

“The gala is four blocks up the street!” Hannah pointed out.

“Oh, I’m sorry we couldn’t find a perfect parking spot in downtown LA on a Friday while a huge event is going on, princess.” Anna mocks her while fixing her mascara in the rear view mirror, rolling her eyes at Hannah as she did so.

“We’re wearing our clubbing dresses! We don’t fit in anyway!”

“We’re already late! Let’s go” Hazel yelled to interrupt the argument that was about to take place. The girls quickly rushed out of the car and made their way up to the venue.

Loki’s limousine slowly drove up to the red carpet where he will be making his entrance. He leaned back in the plush leather seat, one leg draped over the other with his arm resting on the back of the seat. The flash of the paparazzi cameras were bright, even with the heavily tinted windows separating them. Loki sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You don’t seem too happy about all of this,” his assistant Brain noticed as he sat across from him in the limo.

“This is all so unnecessary, I give my money to these people and they blow it on a lavish party? I’d rather be elsewhere using my time for something important.”

“This is important. The fact that you are here will improve your image in the media.” Brian attempted to reason with his boss.

“Who cares above what they think of me?” Loki says as he straightens his emerald green tie that he chose earlier.

“I do-“

“We have arrived,” the driver announced.

“Time to shine.” Brian said as he exited the luxury car and opened the door for his boss.

As soon as Loki stepped out he was immediately met with the flashing cameras and reporters with microphones in his face.

“Mr. Laufeyson, how does it feel to be here tonight representing your company?” A reporter asked as she put a microphone to his mouth.

Slightly annoyed at her unmannerly actions he answered her question nevertheless, “It feels great to be here representing Laufeyson industries and all who work with me. We take our charity work very seriously.”

‘You were just bitching about being here in the car.’ Brian kept himself from rolling his eyes as he recalled their conversation from only a minute ago.

“Ugh! I told you we were late!” Anna exclaimed while jogging towards the event, notebook and small camera in hand.

The girls followed her to the crowd of people outside trying to get a glimpse of the gala. Spotlights shone up at the sky to announce the presence of wealth and power as those beneath them waited outside, hoping to get a taste of the good life.

“There is no way we can get in there.” Hannah expressed her doubt as she tried to see over the crowd on her tiptoes, her shoe slipping off of her heel as she did so.

“I didn’t know that there would be so many people here!” Anna attempts to make a poorly executed excuse.

“It’s a celebrity event in Hollywood, of course there is a crowd waiting outside!” Hannah raises her voice in slight anger and speaks over the voices around her.

While darting their eyes around to find a possible way of entry, Hannah spots a news crew setting up their equipment outside of the side door of the venue.

“Maybe we could try to sneak in with them.” She subtly points to the crew over her shoulder.

“Well, that is certainly an idea.” Hazel states sarcastically with sarcasm and doubt.

“And it's the only one we have right now so let’s go!” Anna immediately makes her way over to them as Hazel and Hannah follow closely behind.

There were a lot of people with the news crew, about 20 including reporters, camera men, and tech people. The girls blended in with them posing as interviewers, seemingly going unnoticed by those around them. Everyone was too focused on whatever task they were currently doing to notice.

The group walked over to the back entrance of the building and almost made it in until one of the reporters finally noticed them. It was only a matter of time before one did so anyway.

“Excuse me, are you girls with us?” She asks, eyes scanning the three girls in front of her intensely.

Shit.

“Yes!” Anna, who was clearly nervous, spoke up, “Were journalists from the local college here for an assignment.”

“No one told me we would have students with us, where are your badges?” She questioned as she showed her badge attached to the lanyard around her neck.

“Um, we forgot them.” She stumbled over her poor excuse.

“Nice try, now get out!” She said as security escorted the disappointed girls to the front of the crowd.

“Don’t bother trying to come back, or else you girls will be leaving in handcuffs.” The large security man warned.

“Sorry Anna, maybe next time.” Hazel said with a sigh as she patted her disappointed friend on the back.

“Ugh this is so stupid! Imagine the grade we could get if we had gotten in there!” She stomped her heel onto the cement in a childish manner. Her immaturity caused Hannah to roll her eyes.

“It’s fine Anna, let's go interview the lady at the nail salon.” Hannah suggested as she attempted to pull her upset friend away from the crowd, knowing she would most likely be making a scene soon.

Anna pulled away and yelled, “Fuck you! You caviar eating sons of bitches!”

“Anna!”

The crowd laughed at her as she ranted about the upper class and chanted phrases such as “eat the rich” and “down with the patriarchy.” Some of the crowd even joined her, embarrassingly enough for Hannah, who facepalmed with annoyance. Anna always had to be the center of attention, even around celebrities.

Hazel joined the chant, nudging Hannah along to do so as well. Hannah ignored her as she looked up at the event infront of her. She could recognise some of the faces there, she didn’t care much for them however, not even the raven haired man in the dark suit who was looking over the shoulder of the reporter he was currently speaking with, staring at the worked up crowd.

Loki smirked in amusement at their chants, he thought they were entertaining.

“Is it bad that I agree with them?” We whispered to his assistant standing next to him.

“Oh stop it!” Brian snapped back, hoping the reporter didn’t hear his boss’ remark.

The crowd wasn’t too far from the event, they were held back by barricades and security, but they could still be seen by Loki. Among the rowdy crowd he spotted a woman who was up front, examining the situation around her; it seemed like she wasn’t too interested in being there either. She wore a short, black dress that had obviously seen a few drunken nights with the almost tattered condition it was in. She looked at her friend before looking back at the venue, unintentionally making eye contact with Loki as she did so.

“Quite the crowd outside.” The interviewer pointed out.

“Yes, quite.” Loki’s eyes linger on the girl for a little longer, even after the short lived eye contact was over.

Eventually Hannah and her friends were kicked off the premises. She was just happy to finally be out of there, away from the loud and sweaty crowd. The girls decided to head to one of the many bars in the city.

“I can’t believe how much they charge for drinks here!” Hannah exclaimed as she looked at the drink menu above the bar.

“It’s all on me girls,” Anna said as she gave the bartender her card and he made three shots of tequila for the girls, “drink up!”

One shot became two, then three, then she forgot why she was drinking in the first place. Anna was once again dancing around in a desperate attempt to gain attention from the men around her, which she was unfortunately succeeding at. Hazel was in the bathroom, the tequila most likely coming back to haunt her.

Hannah stumbled outside to try to get some fresh air on the crowded sidewalk outside of the bar. She stumbled down the sidewalk, obviously intoxicated to everyone around her. She has no idea what overcame her, she normally would never leave her friends while she was in such a state. But they didn’t seem to care too much right now.

She stopped and tried to steady herself on a light pole, the ground spun beneath her as she poorly attempted to walk straight. After a few seconds she felt collected enough and decided to go back to the bar and borrow Hazel’s phone to get a ride home. Just as she turned around, she accidentally stumbled into a man, causing her to accidentally fall against him.

“Watch it!” He said pushing her off of him and into oncoming traffic on the street next to her. Hannah didn’t even have time to process what was happening before headlights blinded her. She saw white before everything went dark.

The car that was heading towards her thankfully stopped but she still passed out from the alcohol, mixed with fear.

Hannah didn’t wake up until morning, her vision was blurry as she sat up from the bed, shielding her eyes from the sliver of light that came through the curtains.

The more she came to, the more she realized that she was not in her apartment. She looked down and saw that she was still in her dress from last night, her shoes were placed neatly by the bed. Her hands splayed out on the smooth, warm sheets beneath her, she looked down to investigate.

“Is this silk?”

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I’m gonna rank the Yellowjackets surviving adults from the most normal to the most unhinged based on how well they’re coping with trauma. Will try not to spoil the newest episode but no promises. It’s just the four main gals for now, I’ll add Lottie and possibly redacted when I get a better idea of who they are now.

In fourth place we have Natalie. On a scale from zero to, well, Shauna, Natalie definitely has had the most understandable reaction to going through hell: she became a lonely self-loathing addict with hyperfixations and rage issues. Back in the day Nat had such a strong moral compass, and she was most of all a very kind person. Even when she did something iffy, she did it out of love, fear or self-preservation, never malice though. All she ever wanted was to fix things. And sure she’s a wreck now, but that morality is still strong and that’s why she’s the only one who is actively trying (and failing) to face her past, and the guilt is eating her up inside. She’s the only one out of the group that I actually wish will get some sort of peace and closure in the end. (Also have you seen how 🤏 Juliette Lewis is?! If you don’t want to scoop up long-suffering, washed-up Nat in your arms and tell her everything’s gonna be okay I do not trust you.)

In third place there’s Misty, and please let is sit for a moment that Misty fucking Quigley isn’t in first place on the crazy scale. Did she even went through trauma, or was she just like that to begin with? Did she commit all those crimes because she’s evil, or because she’s the saddest, loneliest, most pathetic little wet rat? And what crimes, really? Some sabotaging, light stalking, poisoning, manipulating, disposing of a body, the occasional murder and recreational cannibalism? Poor wretched Misty, cursed to be rejected and ridiculed by the people she loves only because she happens to be a bit more passionate than average. Isn’t that punishment enough, I ask you? Maybe one day Nat will recognize her good qualities – she’s smart, handy in a crisis, she’s ride or die, she’s kind to animals unlike SOMEONE higher on this list! And then she’ll be finally accepted in the inner circle and live happily ever after. Maybe she’ll sacrifice herself and die in a blaze of glory. Maybe (probably) she’ll drown in a hole like the mangy little critter she is. But I can’t help rooting for her.

In second place we have Taissa! I’m SO fascinated by her. Because Tai is also a good person, or at the very least strives to be. She’s a natural leader, she’s always stepping up, making sure everything is fair and accounted for, she’s always pushing the others to be better. And yet there’s this rage inside her that scares her shitless, and we still don’t know what’s the deal with her past and the Man with No Eyes, but add that to all the shit that happened in the woods and you have an explosive trauma cocktail. Unlike Nat who no matter what will sit with her pain and consume or be consumed by it, Tai has taken all her ugly parts, cut them off and locked them in a dark box somewhere, letting them fester. And that might have worked for a while after they were rescued, but now that she’s going through some real stress and compromising her morality that darkness is just pouring out and chopping her up into bloody little pieces. Currently Taissa is a giant fucking mess and still it took dooming her marriage, traumatizing her child, beheading the family dog and hallucinating to the point she no longer knows what’s real – to even begin to admit that she miiiight not be in control. And so we have Shadow!Taissa, born of denial and shame and avoidance. And who is she? For now we only know that she doesn’t identify as Taissa at all, she is quite literally her antithesis, and that she embraces the supernatural darkness that Tai tries to rationalize. I have no idea how this is gonna go, the ideal outcome would be for the two halves to accept and embrace each other and form a whole person again. We’ll see.

In first place there’s ✨Ms. Shauna Sadecki✨, and I could just leave it at this. Because see, Misty isn’t unhinged, she’s quite predictable in her madness. Shauna is the proverbial horse loose in a hospital, we don’t have a fucking idea what she’s gonna do next and neither does she. Mark my words, we’ve just began to scratch the surface of what makes Shauna tick, and she’s just gonna get more and more deranged. Shauna who tries and tries and tries to be normal, in a house full of mementos of the best friend she betrayed and consumed, ignoring her, obsessed with her, haunted by her. With a kid she loves so much she hates her, or maybe she’s never been capable of loving, she can’t tell anymore. With a husband too good for her and too bland and stupid for her, who knows everything about her and yet doesn’t know her at all. Shauna chopping up rabbits, Shauna chopping up people, Shauna the butcher. The thrill of it all, the banality of it all. The darkness and bloodlust purring inside her, and she’s so close to letting go, to giving herself whole to it. Frankly what Shauna needs is going to jail and getting a LOT of therapy in the process. What I need though, is cannibal serial killer Shauna. I deserve cannibal serial killer Shauna. I want her unhinged, I want her to go on a rampage. Please, I’ve been so fucking good.

#Yellowjackets #Shauna Sadecki #Natalie Scatorccio #Taissa Turner #Misty Quigley #this is very serious and not serious at all

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630.

What does the shirt you are wearing look like? It's just a pale grey knitted jumper.

What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? Not getting much sleep last night.

How do you stay positive with all that life throws at you? I mean, I just keep going. I have bills and shit to pay so opting out isn't really an option at this point lol.

What quality do you admire most in other people? I really admire creativity. <--- yeah, let's go with that.

What is your most prized possession? I don't know, the house and car I guess lol.

Which youtuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily? I don't watch YouTubers but there's a guy called Richard something on TikTok who seems really funny and nice. He does commentary on those ASMR and restocking type videos.

Do you like your natural hair color? I like it more now than I did when I was younger.

Do you think you will dye your hair when you start going gray? I always thought I would, but lately I've been thinking that natural grey/white hair looks better.

Are you pale right now, or do you have a tan? I'm pale as always, lol.

Do you think you look best with a tan? Yeah, I like how I look with a tan.

What is your favorite app on your phone? TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, Spotify and various games.

How old were you when you got your first smartphone? They didn't really exist when I was a kid so I was probably 18-19.

Do you ever meditate on Scripture? No.

Are you living a life you want to escape from? or do you love your life? Life is pretty great, I'm not gonna lie.

When was the last time you felt that life was good? Right now. I'd be happier if I wasn't absolutely shattered though lol.

Do you have one big mistake that you’ve made that you want to fix? No.

Do you wish people would forgive you for your past so you could move on? I don't really feel the need to be forgiven.

Do you wear green on St. Patrick’s day? No. St Patrick's Day really isn't a thing here.

Are you Irish at all? No.

Do you pray to God every day? No. I'm not even a little bit religious.

What are three things you are currently looking forward to doing soon? Going away for the weekend next month and that's about it at this point lol. I have some time off in December but I have another few months to go yet.

Do you ever dance in the rain? I have done before.

Have you ever sat on a rooftop? Yeah.

Who is that last good musician or band you discovered? Taylor Austin Dye or Kylie Morgan.

Do you like to watch talent shows like America’s Got Talent and X Factor? No. I think the beginnings of them are really horrible, honestly.

Have you ever tried avocado toast? I have - it's pretty good, I'm not gonna lie.

Name three items on your wish list right now. I don't really have anything on there right now, to be honest.

Are you more talented musically or artistically or neither? Neither, really.

Are you better at English or math? English, for sure.

What were your best subjects in school? English, History, languages.

What was your favorite subject in school? History and French.

Have you ever visited a teacher at their home? Yeah. I was friends with a girl whose dad was a teacher at our school. Our headmistress in primary also used to throw BBQ's at her house.

How many windows are in your bedroom? One.

Who was your first roommate? Kirsty.

Who was your first best friend (besides a sibling)? Lucy.

Do you have a sibling who looks like you? I don't have any siblings at all.

Name three women you know who have lost a child. Talk about insensitive -_-

Whose was the last funeral you attended or watched? I've never attended a funeral or watched one either.

What types of cancer are in your family, if any? Bowel and prostate on my dad's side. On my mum's side I think her mum had breast cancer? Maybe.

Do you have big dreams for your future? Not really. I just want to be happy and to enjoy my time.

Do you feel alone? Nah, I wouldn't say that was an emotion I really struggle with these days. I certainly have struggled with it in the past though.

What is this month’s calendar picture? I don’t have a calendar.

What is the theme of your wall calendar for this year? ...

Have you ever seen a double rainbow? Yes. Just yesterday, in fact. I saw tons of rainbows at work.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 35.

Which nationalities have you been told you look like? (i.e., Asian, Irish) I haven't really been told I look like any nationality, I don't think.

Have you ever had an outstanding library fine? Sure.

What book are you currently reading? I'm not reading anything at the moment.

Are you poor/broke right now? No. Financially we're doing pretty well.

Have you ever received any scary, threatening messages on social media? Not threatening ones, but unpleasant ones.

What is the name of your youtube channel? I don't have one.

How many subscribers do you have on youtube? Zero.

Do you wish that life were more fair? I mean, that would be nice, but I can't see it ever happening.

Who was your first kiss? A boy named James.

Do you feel you have found your soulmate yet? I don't believe in soulmates.

Are you single or in a relationship? Married.

If you’re single, do you want to be, or do you wish you weren’t? ...

Ever collected shells at the beach? Yeah, I used to do that all the time. I had quite the collection at one point but I think my dad made me chuck them when we moved house lol.

Would you rather paint or carve a pumpkin? I've never done either, but probably carve one.

Who are three of your favorite youtubers to watch? ,,,

What year did you graduate high school? 2007.

What do you miss about high school? Nothing much, hahah. I miss the school holidays and the social/free side of being a teenager but overall I'm much happier as an adult.

What do you miss about college? Again, the freedom and the lack of real responsibility.

What color was your first car? Bright red.

Do you have a car now? Yeah.

What color was the house you grew up in? Grey brick with white pannelling is the best way to describe it.

Growing up, what floor was your bedroom on? On the first floor, then we moved to a three storey house when I was eleven and I had the top floor to myself.

What is your birth order in the family? I’m an only child but the second born.

What would your name be if you were the opposite gender? Alexander.

What were you almost named? I don't think they came up with any other options.

Does your bedroom have carpet? Yes.

Best camping experience? I've never been camping before.

What are the top three travel destinations on your bucket list? Japan, Iceland and Canada (again).

Do you get heartburn? I haven't had it for ages.

What are three things you are known for in your town? Uh, being a dog walker I guess. Also being married to my husband as everyone knows him/his family. I can't think of anything else. Maybe for having a gobby beagle LOL.

What are three things you are known for on social media? Posting cats/dogs and that's about it, lol.

What is your Instagram account name? I'm not putting that here.

Have you ever used Snapchat? I used it for the filters a few years ago.

Did you want to be famous when you were younger? No. I've always hated the idea.

What show did you most want to be on as a kid? Get Your Own Back.

First celebrity you were obsessed with? Josh Hartnett.

First celebrity crush? ^^

What was your first favorite stuffed animal? A bear named Cameron and a white rabbit named Beauty. I think I still have Cameron somewhere but I have no idea what happened to Beauty.

What was something unique about you as a kid? I have autism so I guess that.

Were you ever goth/emo? Not really. Emo was kind of after my time.

Do you want any more piercings? I would happily get more but I'm not keen enough to go out of my way to get them done, if that makes sense.

How many tattoos do you have? One. Do you want more tattoos? Yeah, I'll probably get more at some point.

If you had to get a tattoo, what would you get? A pawprint.

Do you mostly write in cursive or print? Print.

Were you ever homeschooled? No. I always wanted to be, though.

Describe your dream wedding in five words. ...

Pick three animals that you think resemble you, and why? ...

Are you unique? Everyone is, in their own way.

Do you get called a free spirit? No.

What day of the week were you born on? Saturday.

How are you feeling right now? Tired, but otherwise pretty good.

#survey #surveys

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