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lokislytherin · 2 years ago

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言わざる // speak no evil

pairing: byelingual!park jonggun x waiter!reader

summary: yamazaki yuzuru, also known as park jonggun, is trying his damned best to learn korean for csat. despite his best efforts, his favourite bartender doesn’t seem too impressed. in other words: park jonggun hwaiting~

tags: crack, pre-canon, gun is korean by birth but raised in japan but jailed in korea so he doesn’t even know how he identifies himself anymore, canon compliant, gun might be ooc bc he’s not fighting this is calm gun

gun’s first thought upon seeing you is - damn, you’re gorgeous.

he’s been to this izakaya several times before, but he has never seen you behind the counter. maybe it’s your first day. maybe you’ve been here for a while, working the wednesday night shift, and he has just never been here on a wednesday. it’s a school night, after all. he has his csat to study for, even though he thinks he’ll fail. his korean isn’t quite up to par. he’s spent too long in juvie, and even longer in japan.

gun isn’t the only japanese person here. well, technically gun is korean, but he’s been yamazaki yuzuru, shiroi oni for so long it feels like he’s japanese instead. when he’d fought that straw-haired asshole, kim joongoo, the dumbhead had downright refused to believe gun was korean by birth. no way, he’d said with a mocking grin, hand over his jaw where gun had almost knocked his entire bottom row of teeth out, your accent’s fucking atrocious.

gun would’ve gone for round two of a fight if goo hadn’t smashed a staff into his face and almost broken his skull as well as his nose.

anyway, back to the izakaya. where gun speaks japanese, because it’s so much easier than korean to him.

gun’s been here often enough to start to recognize the regulars - hattori-san with his raspy kansai-ben, who always orders cheap beer to go with his equally cheap cigarettes and starts flirting with the whoever’s pouring his beer whenever he gets too drunk; miyamura-san, who had been sent on a year-long business trip from tokyo to seoul and drinks sake to cover up how dearly she misses her family; and there’s park jong gun himself, who always orders the same gyoza dish because it’s damn tasty, alright.

today, it’s a different person behind the counter. it’s you, who speaks kindly to miyamura-san when she weeps about homesickness. it’s you, who doesn’t hesitate to call a drunk hattori-san a cab and manhandle him out of the shop yourself when the taxi arrives. you’re around gun’s age, japanese by birth, but both your japanese and your korean, which you showcase when a korean couple wander in in search of ramen, are both better than gun’s. you don’t seem too wary about gun, either. you’re always bringing him his signature gyoza with a sweet smile, offering him helpful tips on learning korean when he brings his notebook in to study for tests. gun-chan, you tease him sometimes, study at home, not here. he doesn’t answer, too busy wondering why you don’t fear him in the slightest.

because you should.

gun is the most dangerous person in this small izakaya. you’re strong enough to manhandle hattori-san, who is drunk and balding and somewhere in his late fifties, but your wrists are thin, your legs long and slim. you’ve got that doe-eyed innocence to you too, like a newborn fawn. you’d be able to please him with your body if you didn’t break under his rough hands first.

or maybe that could be the foreplay. you’d look good, struggling not to let gun break you, fighting back with all you’ve got.

gun has no alcohol with him, but his cheeks feel a little too flushed for his own comfort. he finishes his gyoza in silence, pays you a hefty tip and refuses to take the change, and then leaves.

he’ll keep you a secret, for now. choi dongsoo doesn’t have to know about you. and neither does gun's asshole of a housemate, kim joongoo.

he comes to the izakaya once every two weeks almost religiously just to see your pretty face. every time, you greet him with a smile. at some point, it becomes a running gag between the two of you. tadaima, he’ll say as he steps in, all evidence of his, ah, after-school job carefully hidden away. okaeri, you’ll say in response, your usual gyoza? and gun will say yes, because this place, this banter, is starting to feel like home to him. nothing has ever felt like home to him. it’s hard to find peace when gun lives the life of a hired gangster.

of course, of course, peace never lasts.

because one day, after school, kim ��fucking dumbhead who can't read social cues’ joongoo insists on following gun to the izakaya. “i’m hungry,” he complains, “it’s your cooking day today, and since you won’t cook, i’ll just get dinner with you.”

he really doesn’t want to let joongoo meet you, but joongoo's a tenacious bastard who refuses to let go even when gun is trying to choke him out in the middle of the street, so gun ends up with no choice but to bring him to meet you.

he's still squabbling with joongoo by the time he steps into the izakaya. "okaeri, gun-cha-" your eyes widen. "ara ara, gun-chan, you brought a friend?"

"yes," joongoo says at the same moment gun says "we are not friends."

you giggle, eyes bright. "okay, gun-chan and gun-chan's not friend."

"gun-chan," joongoo mouths in awe. his knowledge of japanese is limited to anime and "omae wa mou shindeiru".

gun gives him a noogie because he's too polite to get blood all over your meticulously cleaned counter. "usual gyoza for me," gun mutters to you in japanese because he knows joongoo won't understand, "and the least popular item on the menu for him."

you laugh. "hai, hai!"

you end up placing two dishes of the same gyoza in front of gun and joongoo. gun blinks. "you're kidding, right?"

"gun-chan, you're literally the only one who orders this."

joongoo digs into his gyoza with a hearty "itadakimasu!" and you laugh when he gets sauce on his stupid glasses. gun feels overwhelming jealousy gnawing at his insides. you're his. you shouldn't be laughing at joongoo unless you're mocking him.

"just between you and me," you whisper to gun over the counter, "your friend reminds me of some of the tourists i used to get at the famiresu i used to work at in japan. they'd try to speak in japanese, but their accent wouldn't be right. it's sweet to see them try."

it's all too easy to imagine you in a cute apron and matching hat, cheerfully shouting "irraishaimase!" at new customers. it's too easy, like it's a memory instead of a fantasy. "which one did you work at? denny's?" back when he was fourteen and living the overpowered tween gangster life, he’d almost gotten attached to a denny’s worker who had actually tried to help him with his schoolwork and learning korean in particular. they were sweet but authoritative. they knew how to order him around and get him to do things, and that might have been the beginning of gun’s masochistic streak, actually. gun hadn’t seen them since he got arrested and sent to juvie in korea, but now that he thinks of it, they might have looked a little like you.

maybe he’s just projecting.

“yeah! i did work at denny's, actually.” it’s only thanks to gun’s years of experience as a trained thug that he doesn’t let his surprise show. did you read his mind? “why ask?”

“i was just curious. i grew up in japan.”

“yeah, i guessed. your japanese is excellent, but your korean… you make the same mistakes as one of my old regulars, but he was fourteen and you’re what, nineteen? you mix up the i, geu, jeo words too, just less often than he did.” you hum, a distant smile on your face. “it was easy for me to remember. it’s almost the same as koko, soko, asoko, isn’t it?”

gun nods. yeah, that was how the waiter from back then taught him to memorize i, geu and jeo too. gun just messes it up nowadays when he tries to think in korean instead of japanese. you flit off to help another patron and strike up a conversation with them instead. gun had almost forgotten that he couldn’t monopolise your attention that easily.

joongoo nudges him with the most demonic smile of all time settled on his face. there’s a veggie stuck between his teeth, and oh, what wouldn’t gun do to punch it out of the way? punch joongoo so hard he chokes on his own shattered teeth? “someone’s got a crush~” he sings loudly. nobody hears him over the din of the izakaya. “i’m gonna tell the b-”

gun tips his chin up and forcefully shuts joongoo’s mouth. joongoo whimpers as he bites his tongue, but gun holds his mouth shut. “don’t you fucking dare.”

it’s not even a crush. it’s just a passing fancy. you just remind him of someone he used to know.

“we’re leaving,” gun hisses. he’s going to beat joongoo’s ass into next week. “yo, jagiya-”

joongoo chokes on a laugh, but gun can’t think of why. over here… isn’t it jagiya?

“it’s jeogiyo,” you say with a shit-eating grin. it’s cute on you, unlike on joongoo. “but if you want to call me jagiya i won’t mind either, gun-chan.”

gun remembers making that mistake, years ago. he’d mixed them up again - jeogiyo is ‘come here’, jagiya is ‘sweetheart’. joongoo laughs harder at gun’s slowly reddening cheeks. oh, he wants you so bad. he’d hurt you so good, make you cry as he calls you jagiya and carve his mark into your body the only way he knows how.

“or should i call you yucchan? yamazaki yuzuru-chan?” you lean in close, something dangerous on your face. good for you, gun is a dangerous man. “the white oni?”

gun freezes. “how-” no matter how he thinks of it, he can’t think of how you would know about shiroi oni. could it be the other patrons warning you against him? could someone have told you?

“you’ve always called me y/n-san, and i appreciate it. but do you know why i came to korea to study?”

gun shakes his head. you’ve always been y/n-san to him.

“my name is magami y/n. you killed my father. you hurt my little brother ken-chan.” gun remembers now - he remembers young magami kenta who idolised him, until he killed the patriarch of the magami clan. maybe you were sent away to the city to study, and that’s why you weren’t there. “did you really think i’d let you get away?”

gun stops you from threatening him the only way he can think of - he yanks you closer by the collar of your shirt and when you stumble, he’s there, waiting to swallow all of your protests with his lips. oh, he’ll break you.

he’ll break you until all you know is how to scream his name and beg him for mercy.

oh, you’d look so gorgeous.

#park jong gun #gun park #gun x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #i can’t be the only one finding this funny right. Right.#sekaiichi pabo desu (real)#i feel like this is massively ooc #because like i’ve said before i’m not a gun stan #idk how to write him properly #i’m a jay main first and foremost #even jihan’s easier to write

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awweshuuks · 6 months ago

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DARRY AND DALLY HEADCANNONS

(platonic ofc… I'm not a weirdo. And these are prob kinda OOC (^-^) )

Before the Curtis parents death (even sometimes after but very rarely) Darry would force (if needed too he would help) Dally to take a PROPER shower atleast twice- 3 times a week. Knowing if he did it more Dally might run away. (｡-_-｡)

Dally moved to Tulsa when he was 11, after his mom and step dad lost custody and was sent to live with his dad because he was sent to juvie at 10. (I actually wrote something about how they met on AO3 under the same name!) and Darry was the one who found him on the side of the road and helped him and took him home.

A lot of times Dally couldn't sleep because of thoughts of missing his mother or just not thinking he's anything for this world because if his father and can barley get 3 hours of sleep on these nights. The only two people he can actually get somewhat a full nights of rest is sleeping next to Mrs. Curtis or laying his head on Darrys lap.

Because of this, after Curtis parents death he's maybe gotten like 6 hours of sleep on GOOD nights because Darry is far too busy and dally doesn't want to put another thing on Darrys list.

Dally, when it's actually WASHED, has the nicest most luscious locs in the gang. Like yk Finn from adventure time? Just like that but shorter and lighter in color. Darry, when he first washed it when they were younger, was just staring in awe while running his hands through it and dally was embarrassed but let him anyway (I love them sm I'm going insane)

When Darry was teaching Dally some VERY simple gymnastics moves he learned, dally tried to do a simple handstand after darry did it. His arm gave out and he landed on his face with his back bending BADDDD. his nose was bloody and he could barely walk for like 3 days it was crazy.

The Curtis brothers have a very small tradition on birthdays they smash the persons face in the cake. For one of Dallys birthdays darry smashed his face in the cake and the cake when up his nose and started tearing up bc it burned and just sat there with his face in the cake.

Darry kept apologizing for like 5 hours after and everyone (mainly two-bit) giggled when dally just sat on the couch.

Dally kinda knew about Paul and Darry, so during the rumble he secretly pushed someone into Paul HARD so he can slip in the mud. Pony had no clue and neither did Darry. (dally did flip off Paul when they were leaving and Paul was just >:/)

I NEVER POST STUFF LIKE THIS SO SORRY FOR MISTAKES ERM… BUT MAYBE ILL MAKE MORE WITH OTHER CHARACTERS BUT I JUST LOVE THESE TWO!!!

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hellpeppre · 3 months ago

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some tbosas modern au headcanons, mostly just the pack tbh, some of them are ooc but uh… shush

gonna be real with u, some of the headcanons r like partially stolen from other ppls fanfics or posts that ive read so if u see something on this list that u came up with plz dont be angry or anything i just stole it cuz it was cool💔

family headcanons🎉

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coral and mizzen r half siblings with the same dad, mizzen lives with coral, her mom, and their dad bc his mom is dead 🎀 mizzen has a cat that he’s keeping secret from their parents, gee sure this wont turn out to be a big disaster in one of the fics im writing

dill and reaper r cousins, they live in the same house bc reapers mother wouldn’t let him come back to live with her after he got out of juvie or something i haven’t put too much thought into this, other than them the people in the household r their grandparents, dills parents, and dills older siblings, as well as two dogs

treech lives with his parents, grandmother, and his siblings, hes the middle child tragically. dont have a whole lot of thought put into this one ngl, i dont think about treech very much

lamina lives next door to treech, she lives with her dad, and like three cats, her mom died when she was younger and her relationship with her dad is pretty strained since

tanner and brandy r twins, brandy’s older, they have two younger sisters, their parents should definitely be divorced but they won’t fsr. on their farm they have a few chickens, a herd of cows, and two horses

lucy gray obvs lives with the covey, her parents r still dead tho I’m not sure quite what killed them in this universe but its not that important. idk if they have confirmed ages but i made barb azure the oldest. barb azures gf is over to their home so frequently that she doesn’t even bother knocking b4 coming in

teslee lives with her mother, and two older siblings, she took over the garage for her projects, one time her sibling tried to park their car in the garage and she screamed at them for thirty minutes bc they knocked over one of her drones 🎀

circ is teslees cousin, he lives with his parents and siblings, two older, one younger, also haven’t put a whole lot of thought into him and teslee bc i only recently realized how silly they were 💔

bobbin and wovey r cousins, wovey and her older brother moved in with bobbin and his parents after their parents died. bobbin takes his job of protecting his little cousin at school very seriously, they’re very close

alrighttt i haven’t thought about any of the other tributes enough so we’re gonna move on to regular various headcanons 🫶

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coral needs glasses to read bc shes farsighted (whattt me? projecting? nooo never)

lamina always wanted a little sibling but never got one so she borrows corals 🫶 mizzen doesn’t mind being assigned a second older sister except for when lamina tries to get him to let her do his makeup (a well placed bribe of candy can convince him to let her on occasion, treech saved a picture for blackmail 🎀)

the pack as a friend group includes lamina and brandy, lamina and coral get along pretty well in this universe

if mizzen decides you have wronged him he will never forget about it, he still brings up the time treech accidentally hit him in the face with a door like four years later

teslee, dill, and circ have been friends since elementary school, they haven’t been in any classes together since sixth grade tho bc teslee and circ r both in advanced classes and dill is in remedial english bc of her undiagnosed dyslexia

mizzen is a weird kid, he’s been bullied pretty much since he started going to school, this leads him to get in a fights, which is why he was expelled from his first middle school 🎀

dill and mizzen have remedial english together bc both of them r dyslexic

sejanus’s ma teaches english and remedial english at their school

coral is the captain of her schools swim team

reaper and coral aren’t exactly friends but if they run into each other they’ll chat

mizzen and dill both thought the other hated them when they first met

cc takes orchestra a bit too seriously, if he hears u refer to a viola as a violin or something he may jump u

bobbin is in robotics with circ which is how they met, bobbin was once asked to sit out of a robotics competition bc he was too competitive and started swearing at the other team when they accidentally broke off a piece of his teams robot

teslee is in advanced english with cc, cc loves creative writing and teslee likes analyzing books. teslee and cc are friends but that all goes out the window when it comes to their grade in this class, teslee gets very upset when he gets a better grade than her on an assignment and cc has that little brother tendency to tease her when this happens. they aren’t allowed to sit beside each other anymore

mizzen and teslee have beef but they have to tolerate each other bc they’re both close friends with dill

coral has mommy issues bc her mom’s lowkey a narcissist and refuses to get therapy for the generational trauma shes passing on to coral and mizzen 🎀

brandy is the fastest to crash out when someones bothering her, if she doesn’t like you she will make sure yk and she will start throwing hands with no warning

teslee secured an internship with beetee for during her freshman year next year and she won’t stop talking about it

mizzen doesn’t believe in sunscreen

reaper loves painting flowers, he keeps his watercolor palette on his person at all times

the pack all borrow each others clothes

coral had a huge crush on persephone at one point but she never said anything and their friendship started to fade

mizzen does NOT know how to care for himself, his skin is sun damaged, his lips are perpetually cracked, his hair is outrageously dry from how much time he spends in salt water

coral is a barista

dill and reapers family are the caretakers for a graveyard, they live in a house in the graveyard and reaper helps to dig the graves, dill’s embarrassed of living in a grave yard and has never invited anyone to her house b4

wovey likes making friendship bracelets, all of her friends have at least four bracelets by this point

dill’s that one friend whos out of school sick like every other week, one time she had to be hospitalized and mizzen skipped school to come hang out with her

bobbin likes sewing, he makes outfits for mizzens cat sometimes

mizzen has braces

i have more but i can’t remember them so i may reblog this with more later, hope u enjoyed :3

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zoeysdamn · 2 years ago

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Bark, Bite & Break Bones - Tyler Galpin x Van Helsing!reader |Part.1

Summary: Recently released from juvie by a court’s order, you go back to Nevermore academy to meet with the school board who had negotiated your parole in exchange for a very special mission. Trying to put your bitterness aside, you reluctantly agree and meet the infamous Hyde. What could go wrong with Tyler Galpin, after all?

Warnings: swearing, light violence

A/N: Might be some OOC, but I had so much fun writing this! Also, I made the reader and Tyler being a year older than the usual gang (Wednesday, Enid and co.) for both plot reasons and bc it sounds legit to me (it’ll make reader and Tyler between 17 and 18 - end of high school - and the other between 16 and 17). And I took some liberties and extrapolated a lot of information we don’t exactly have, such as the school board etc. This is fanfiction after all, let’s try things!

[Masterlist] [Prologue]

Being born with a significant family name comes with perks: destiny already chosen, power coming with the name and ancestors' history, people already knowing you without ever meeting you, due respect. Well, if someone asked for your opinion, they would learn all of this was pure bullshit.

As a Van Helsing, traditions had always ruled your existence, crawling their way in every aspect of your life. The mission of monster hunters started by your ancestor Abraham Van Helsing left no doubts in everyone's mind; before you could even talk or walk, it was obvious that you would learn how to throw a knife before losing your baby teeth, know all of the family's bestiary like the back of your hand by 10, and go to your first hunt for your 12th birthday. It was obvious that the family heritage and monster hunting duty would carry on with you. But then, your parents had a change of heart, and got you enrolled in Nevermore. Needless to say, the arrival of a Van Helsing at the very place creatures were supposed to be safe wasn’t pleasant, not even to you. The news of your return must’ve been even harder to swallow.

“Principal Weems is expecting you in her office,” informed Vlad, the fencing team coach as you got out of the car and grabbed your luggage.

He had been asked to pick you up from the detention center and bring you back to the academy. You had almost laughed at the irony of the situation – a vampire charged to be responsible for a Van Helsing – but had refrained yourself. You had to keep your sarcasm for Weems and the school board. Some students around you gave you curious looks, but you ignored them. They probably were younger or hadn’t recognized you yet.

With coach Vlad on your tail, you made your way to the principal’s office, encountering a few shocked faces from students around your age. Their astonished faces brought a smirk on yours; so they hadn’t forgotten about your last stay here completely. Good.

When you entered Weems' office, the whole school board was there, watching you like hawks. You remembered them vaguely from the last time you’ve been at Nevermore, an old vampire lady who looked like a Victorian character, a middle-aged gorgon whose sunken cheeks made him more severe than he was, a ginger and long-haired witch, and a dashing blond medium who reeked of fake smiles. The odd yet powerful bunch you owed your freedom to, much to your displeasure.

“You’re late,” pointed out the vampire bitterly.

Her frontal attack made you snort, “Sorry your highnesses, got lost in time while murdering a bunch of students in the way,” you said with a mocking over-exaggerated bow.

Your mocking comment made her purse her lips in annoyance, so her colleague Gorgon took over before she snapped something unlady-like, “I suppose you’re aware of the reason for your presence here, Miss Van Helsing?”

Shrugging slightly, you nodded, “I’m to be the bodyguard of the new student/murderer or something like that. Can’t imagine how much it must hurt your pride to have to call me back here.”

The uneasy and irritated tension in the room just became heavier at your words; none of the people here wanted you here, not even you. Yet, you didn’t have a choice.

“So,” you began to get this meeting started – the sooner into it, the quicker out of it, “what exactly are my missions?”

Glad you addressed the question, the ginger witch cleared her throat and invited you to sit with a sign of the hand, “Due to a court’s decision, the school is to welcome the Hyde responsible for Jericho’s murders. This is the occasion for us to restore a good reputation for Nevermore, should we succeed in his reinsertion smoothly.”

“That’s where you need me,” you completed for her, slightly surprised by her brutal honesty.

The witch nodded, “That’s where we need you,” she repeated. “Given your specific…skills, you’re the most designated person to supervise him during the school year.”

“For his own safety or yours?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

The blonde medium scoffed, muttering something along the lines of “what would he need protection”, but his colleagues ignored him and the vampire carried on. “Both, Miss Van Helsing. It’s in everyone’s interest that this experimental reinsertion works.”

“You do realize that you’ll drop a guy who can kill in a school full of people who hate him? How exactly do you expect this to be a success?”

The blonde medium gave you a lopsided grin, “Well, that’s why you’re here now, aren’t you? To prevent some unnecessary trouble from happening.”

You snorted loudly, “Ah, and I’m the most designated one to play peace keepers of course. I have no problem with handling the Hyde if things go out of hands, but for your students, ask the teachers do to their fucking job.”

Principal Weems, who stayed silent until then, spoke up.

“The teachers will take care of the students, I can assure you. Your sole mission is to make sure that Mister Galpin doesn’t represent a threat to anyone.”

“And to neutralize him if he does become one,” quipped the Gorgon, eliciting a nod from everyone else.

Their sudden agreement sounding like a discussion-closer made you frown. There was something that still didn’t sit right with you.

“Okay spill,” you irritably said, “why me? Who bribed you into this idea?”

All the members of the board got up without gracing you with any answer, bid their goodbyes to Weems and made their way to the door.

“Answer me,” you called them from your seat, “which fucker had the brilliant idea to use me as a political lifeguard?”

“You should thank them for once, Miss Van Helsing,” said the vampire lady as her colleagues got out of the room, “they gave you an unexpected occasion to redeem yourself.”

You whipped your head in Weems’ direction as the door closed behind the board.

“Do you know who suggested this deal to the court, yes or no?” you asked her bitterly.

“I do,” she nodded, “and as a sign of good faith, I’m going to tell you. Your parents had made this suggestion.”

With a loud groan you slumped deeper into your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“For fuck’s sake,” you grumbled, “of course they did. Always sticking their noses in someone else's business.”

“They’re your parents, Miss Van Helsing,” reminded Principal Weems with a harsher voice, “they’re doing what they believe is best for you.”

“Exactly,” you snapped bitterly, “what they believe is best for me. They don’t fucking know me, and this is only a political move for their stupid pacifist campaign.”

Weems sighed loudly at your angry reaction to your parents’ mention, then straightened up.

“I’m not going to dig into your family business any further, but you’re one of my students again now, miss Van Helsing,” she said calmly, “I’d appreciate it if you'd keep your flowery language out of our exchanges from now on.”

Rolling your eyes at her, you agreed, “Fine, whatever.”

“Excellent. Here is your school schedule, your dorm room key, and Mister Galpin’s file.”

Getting up from your chair you grabbed the documents and started to browse through them. At your dorm assignment you raised an eyebrow.

“A single room? To what do I owe this luxury?”

Weems gave you a tight polite smile, “Considering how you value your personal space I thought this could be an olive branch in your direction.”

“Yeah,” you snorted, “this is also to prevent any potential roommate from trying to kill me in my sleep, right?”

The slightest nod of her head gave you confirmation. Well, whatever the reasons you were glad you had a room for yourself.

“What about Tyler?” you asked, searching through the documents Weems gave you, “is he also in a single room?”

To anyone else, your question could have been framed as an interested one; but Weems knew it was only you gathering all the information you would need to supervise the new student.

“No, he’s been paired with a student a year younger than the two of you,” she said. “He should be stopping by any moment now.”

As on cue, someone knocked on the door. At Weems’ invitation to enter, a lanky teenager wearing a beanie and with nervous eyes entered the room.

“You uh- you asked to see me Mrs W?” he stuttered anxiously.

You watched him carefully, analyzing every single one of his movements and his physical traits. In a handful of seconds you could easily guess he was a Gorgon. Old habits of a hunter didn’t die easily. The weight of your watchful gaze sent shivers down the boy’s back, even if he tried to ignore you the best he could. Thankfully Weems cut short his uneasiness.

“Y/N Van Helsing, this is Ajax Petropolus, one of our Gorgon students. He’ll be Mister Galpin’s roommate for this school year.”

Internally, you applauded the decision. It was a smart move to assign him a Gorgon roommate; their dorm would be the only place you wouldn’t be able to watch over Tyler, if he tried anything his roommate could stone him. Clever.

The hand you offered him to shake made Ajax slightly jump.

“Nice to meet you,” you said flatly. “Don’t worry I don’t bite,” you said at his evident nervousness, “at least not you this time.”

Despite the uneasiness coursing through his veins for being so close to a known monster hunter, Ajax shook your hand, “N-nice to meet you too.”

Weems glared at you for your teasing but cleared her throat, “Mr Petropolus has agreed to take part in this reinsertion program, and he’ll give you information if you need it. I thought it was important for the two of you to meet.”

You rolled your eyes but then turned to the nervous Gorgon with a serious look, “For how long can you stone people?”

“Uh- two hours mostly,” he said nervously, and you nodded.

“That should be enough if you ever need to stop him as a last resort. Are you afraid of him?”

“I…yeah a bit.”

“Good,” you deadpanned, “then you’re not half stupid as I thought. Good luck with getting any sleep this year.”

Ajax threw a last glance at Weems that motionned to him he could leave the room. The boy had never fled a room so quickly.

“What?” you said at Weems’ new glare.

“Could you please refrain yourself from scaring every single student in this school?”

“Is either that or they hate me, can’t help myself,” you shrugged matter-of-factly. “So, when does that Tyler Galpin guy arrive at Nevermore?”

“Glad you asked Miss Van Helsing,” smiled Principal Weems, “you’re coming with me to pick him up from the detention center this afternoon.”

“Great,” you snorted, “a road trip with the Principal. Lucky me.”

Weems only kept her polite smile. That made you think about something you didn’t quite catch yet; noticing your starring, the principal raised an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t quite get how you survived to your allegated death,” you wondered out loud. “I clearly remember reading your obituary. Very touching, by the way.”

She pressed her lips in a thin line, not looking very fond of this traumatic episode. “The shapeshifting abilities had allowed me to change my body’s composition to handle the poison that had been administered to me,” she explained carefully, which made you raise an eyebrow in turn. You did know the theory of shapeshifting, but never heard of a case like that. “Unfortunately the dose I received was too strong to remain in this corporal form, so I had to adopt another body and lay low for some time in order to heal.”

You nodded in understanding, “Explains the faked death. You’ve got more guts than I thought, I'll give you that.”

“Get out of my office please,” sneered Weems.

With a mock salute you got up from your chair and gathered the documents and the key to your room. As you went to the door, Weems called you out.

“I’ll meet you at the entrance at 2 pm, when you’ll have retrieved your uniform.”

You froze in place and whipped your head in her direction, “Is this a fucking joke? The uniform? At least tell me you gave me the boy’s version and not that fucking skirt.”

“Rules are rules Y/N,” she smiled, not even half sorry about it.

“Aww c’mon Principal Weems,” you smirked bitterly, “it’s the 21st century now. A girl can wear pants, I swear it’s socially acceptable now.”

“Good day Miss Van Helsing,” she said flatly.

Opening the door of her office you huffed loudly, “And people think Van Helsings are the old-fashioned one.”

With that, you slammed the door. This was going to be a long, long year.

A few hours later you stood in front of the detention center in your uniform, and a deep frown on your face. Although you had absolutely refused to wear the skirt outside of the Nevermore grounds and wore jeans, Weems hadn’t said anything. As long as you were here to do your job, the shirt, tie and blazer would suffice. Leaning against the car hood as you wait, you mind-absently played with your favorite sliding knife, twirling it between your fingers. Standing stiff next to you, Weems glared at you on the side.

“I thought the non-weapon policy was quite clear,” she seethed between her teeth.

“You want me to do my job correctly, yes or no?” you shrugged, “And there was nothing about a non-weapon rule in that deal.”

Scoffing lightly, Weems readjusted the lapel of her coat, “Be discreet about it then. No need to make a scene.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said with a mock salute, pocketing the knife as the heavy door of the penitentiary opened.

Surrounded by two officers a curly brown-haired teenager approached, clinging on the strap of his bag for his dear life. His brown eyes were shifty, always avoiding looking at someone else. The red scars on his cheeks contrasted with the freckles and the frightened look that belonged more to the golden boy he must have been. Shoulders hunched, you almost thought he was about to cry. You repressed a roll of eyes; playing the frightened card, pathetically classic.

“Thank you gentlemen,” smiled Principal Weems politely, signing the release forms, “we’ll take it from here.”

The officers gave your pair a wary look – the tall, blonde, impeccably dressed woman, and the angry-looking teenager, hunching and glaring at everyone – but then shrugged and walked away without giving it much more thought.

“Hello Mr Galpin,” said Weems with her usual politeness, “it’s great to finally meet you in person.”

“Principal Weems I– it-it’s really an honor to join Nevermore, thank you so much for giving me a chance I–”

“This is Y/N Van Helsing,” she cut his rambling short, slightly turning in your direction, “she’ll be your tutor throughout your reinsertion year at Nevermore academy.”

Tyler turned in your direction, eyes wide in surprise and wet with tears. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, like he was afraid you’d tear him apart. Good.

“I’m a glorified bodyguard,” you specified while extending your hand to him. As soon as he grabbed your hand with his shaky one, you harshly tugged him closer. The sudden proximity of your faces made him blush slightly, along with the surprise caused by your unexpected gesture. Mouth barely inches from his, you locked your eyes with him.

“Listen here and listen closely Galpin,” you hissed lowly, “I’m here to make sure you won’t fuck this up. If you ever slip away from this good boy path they want to follow, even the slightest, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes without a sweat, is that clear?”

Through all your speech, your hand had been gripping his harder and harder, until your knuckles were white. Still, you could feel him shiver under your palm. He looked at you with fearful eyes, and at your dark and very much serious glare, nodded obediently.

“Wonderful,” you breathed out before releasing his poor hand.

Just before he pulled back, you thought you saw a glimpse of something else in his eyes. Like amusement, or cruel excitement. But given it was only for a split of second before the fright filled his look once more, you brushed it away. The second after, he was putting some distance between the two of you, giving Weems a dreadful look like begging her to come to his help. The Principal only sighed loudly and gestured to the two of you to get inside of the car. While she sat in the driver seat, you followed Tyler on the back of the car, where you’ll be able to watch him more closely. The proximity didn’t seem to make it at ease, given he practically pushed himself completely against the door to put the more distance he could between him and you. On the other hand you were quite pleased by that effect you had on him, even if the frightened little mouse behavior didn’t quite fit right with you. There was something off coming from this over-exaggerated mood of his, but it was yet too soon for you to say if he was playing this role consciously or not. You’ll have plenty of time to observe him after all.

At the end of a very awkward car ride – where only Weems spoke, in occasional short sentences giving Tyler some practical information about his stay at Nevermore – you all got out of the car. After making sure she wasn’t needed anymore, Weems left you to give Tyler a tour of the school grounds. Fortunately, most of the students were in class for the time being, so you won’t have to deal with angry teenagers yet. The last look Weems gave you before leaving the two of you at the quad was very clear: it was a first test, for Tyler and for you. For all answers, you rolled your eyes at her and turned to Tyler.

“Let’s go,” you groaned at the terrified-looking boy, “I’m gonna give you a tour of the place.”

Not expecting you to walk away so quickly, Tyler stumbled behind you trying to catch up as you pointed out flatly all the major locations of the school.

“S-so, you’re also a student here?” he stuttered, trying to engage in a discussion. “I didn’t think they…well you know, they’d trust me to be alone with another student…”

The snort you let out was bitter, “That’s why I’m here, pal. They don’t trust you, I’m here to do the dirty work if shit goes wrong.”

The thought of that didn’t seem to put him more at ease. “You’re gonna watch me for the rest of the year? Like- like all of it?”

“I’m literally back in this shit hole only to bodyguard you,” you groaned in confirmation. “Trust me there’s a thousand other places I’d rather be right now, so suck it up and deal with it, Whitney Houston.”

As he stayed confused at your words, Tyler noticed a bunch of students in an adjacent corridor glaring at your odd pair, eyes throwing daggers and hushed grumbles undoubtedly bitter. At first he hung his head low in shame, but then he realized that the hatred glances were probably more meant to you. It was confirmed to him as a passing by student muttered a “fucking bitch” under his breath, not giving a single glance at Tyler. Taken aback by the unexpected violence, Tyler looked at you, even more surprised by the evident lack of reaction. Not even a slight frown on your face, you carried on your tour.

“You- uh, don’t seem to be the popular type,” he chuckled nervously.

“No shit,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you reached the boys’ dormitory, “I’m a Van Helsing, meaning most of my ancestors hunted theirs, and let’s say I’m carrying out the family legacy.”

Tyler almost choked on his own air, “You hunt monsters? And you’re in a school for outcasts??”

Sliding the key in the door lock of his room you gave him a playful wink and a grin over your shoulder, “What, you think I volunteered for this job because of your pretty face? I’m the muscles here pal, don’t get your hopes high.”

Swinging the door open, you were welcomed by the sight of Ajax jumping on his feet nervously. The poor boy must have been plagued with anxiety all day at the prospect of his new roommate's arrival. The two boys glanced at each other shyly, looking more frightened by the other’s presence than anything else. You sighed loudly, pulling them out of this tetanized rabbits staring contest.

“Ajax Petropolus, Tyler Galpin,” you said, pointing out one then the other of the teenagers. “Tyler Galpin, Ajax Petropolus your roommate.”

“It’s uh- nice to meet you,” said Tyler with an outstretched hand.

Ajax eyed it warily before carefully shaking it, “Yeah…nice to meet you too I guess?”

“I will have my own room in the girls’ dorm, but Ajax can stone you if needed,” you said matter-of-factly, eliciting a dumbfounded look from Tyler.

“Stone me?”

“Oh yeah, I’m a Gorgon,” clarified Ajax with a small nervous laugh. “Medusa and all that, y’know?”

While Tyler stared at him with eyes wide like saucers, you turned to Ajax and outstretched your hand to him.

“Phone,” you said sharply.

The Gorgon looked at you in surprise, “What? Why? What do you want to do?”

“Browsing your internet history and sending it to your mom,” you snickered before rolling your eyes at his mortified expression, “I’m gonna put my number in it, what do you think?”

This didn’t make him react either, if anything he was even paler than before. So you sighed and reached for his pocket to pick his phone and quickly saved your contact in it.

“Here,” you said while putting it on his desk, “if anything happens you can reach me immediately.”

“O-oh,” finally let out the Gorgon with a shaky breath, “that’s why you wanted to– yeah I mean of course.”

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him, which made him stutter even more. His awkwardness amused you but you really, really wanted to take a nap right now. So you turned to Tyler, who fidgeted nervously with the strap of his bag.

“I’m gonna let you settle down here, dinner is at 7 I’ll pick you up. Don’t be late, or your stay at Nevermore will be much shorter than expected, understood?”

He nodded his head and you didn’t wait any longer to get out of the room, leaving the awkward tension-filled room.

Walking through the corridors and ignoring the either surprised, frightened or dark glances on your way, you made a mental list of all the documents you’ll have to ask from Weems. Sure, you weren’t really happy about this situation, but it was a job like any other and you intended to do it properly. Meaning you needed to know everything about what happened at Nevermore since you had left the academy two years ago.

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the figure of another student coming straight in your direction. It was only when they willfully bumped their shoulder into yours that you realized they were right in front of you.

Repressing a groan you looked up at them with your best glare, which turned into a mockingly delighted grin when you realized who it was.

“Aaaah Yoko, what a pleasure to see you again!” you cooed with evident sweet-laced venom in your voice, “love the gloomy blind vampire look, really looks better than the acne.”

“What the fuck are you doing here Van Helsing?” she seethed between her pointed teeth, “Has a deathwish?”

“Only on Thursdays,” you countered cockily with a wink.

That only seemed to anger her more, “I thought that it was clear that you weren’t welcomed here anymore. You’ve been stupid to come back after what happened.”

“And yet,” you mused as you cocked your head to the side, “I never was welcomed in the first place, was I? Even if you definitely made things much more pleasant if I remember correctly…”

The vampire growled and before you could even blink her hand shot at your throat, ready to claw it open and pinning you against the wall. But as quick, your own hand shot up, grabbing her wrist just as her acerated nails were about to reach your trachea. Back on the wall you chuckled darkly. No matter how hard she tried to claw at you, you kept her hand in an iron grip.

Tsking in a patronizing manner you gave her a lopsided grin, “Now, you know I’m into that kind of things, but I’m not sure that you’re looking for a rebound hookup with me, are you Teethy?”

“Don’t,” she growled, “You’re not ever calling me that again, you bitch.”

“Awww, loved you too,” you grinned, “by the way, how did your coven take the news? That you slept a Van Hel–”

Her hand tried to grab you again but your grip on her hand only tightened, “They don’t know and they never will,” she spat angrily, “and we weren’t dating.”

You gave a doubtful nod of the head, “Mmmmh yeah never said that, but we kinda did tho. But what would I know, I’m really not one who gives two shits about what my family thinks of me, right?”

Yoko didn’t respond but rage was painted all over her face, a thick vein ready to pop out of her forehead.

“Is that why you came back? To loathe at me after what you did?”

You scoffed and forcefully shoved her hand out of your way, pushing yourself off the wall, “Don’t flatter yourself Teethy, you’re not that special. I’m here for business, nothing more.”

Yoko snickered, “What, this Galpin son of a bitch? What are you now, his personal bodyguard?”

“Easy now babe, you know green doesn’t suit you,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “it does look fantastic on me though, I should know I wore it for two years.”

“What’s your point?” she spat, her patience running short.

“Don’t imagine things,” you said flatly, “I’m only here to make sure that Tyler guy doesn’t mess things up and neutralize him if he does. That’s what I’m doing best after all,” you shrugged. “As soon as the year is done I’m getting the fuck out of this shit-hole.”

She narrowed her eyes at you suspiciously but didn’t say anything more. Getting this as your cue, you started to walk past her to resume your way to your room.

“Soooo, if we’re done here with the empty threats I’m gonna leave your lovely blood-sucking company okay?”

“You’re not gonna last,” she warned you, but you only continued to walk.

“Big fucking news,” you called over your shoulder, “I live to disappoint!”

“No one will ever help you,” she continued.

“Boo-hoo, so sad!”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of!” she finally shouted. That made you stop and you turned to her, an eyebrow raised up. Yoko had a wicked smile on her usual composed face, “Maybe if we’re lucky you’ll just kill each other.”

Staring at her silently for a few seconds, you then let out a snort.

“Well, good news he doesn’t know what I’m capable of either then.”

At 7 sharp, you were in front of Tyler’s door, waiting for him to answer your knock. You had previously texted Ajax of your arrival, and the poor boy had fled the room as soon as you had informed him you were entering their dorm. He had crossed way with you, eyes avoiding yours at all cost and walking the fastest he could. This made you chuckle slightly, but now you weren’t as amused. If Tyler didn’t respond in the next few seconds, you would blow up his door. Thankfully for him he opened the door just as you were about to lose patience. He looked just as frightened and lost as earlier.

“Hi,” he said in a small voice, “am I on time?”

“You are. Luckily for you,” you observed sharply. “Let’s go.”

He hurried behind you like a lost little boy, following you closely.

“Is there going to be…everyone at the dining hall?” he asked nervously.

You hummed in response, “Nevermore in all its glory. Even the school board if we’re unlucky enough.”

Tyler gulped loudly, “Do they…do they all know what I did?”

“I don’t know pal,” you said with an exasperated sigh, “Probably yeah, I’m not a fucking reporter here.”

And then something you didn’t expect happened: Tyler sobbed. He legit broke down in tears in the middle of the empty corridor, hiding his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, “I’m so sorry for everything that happened, I didn’t want to do any of this.”

At first his reaction slightly took you by surprise. His pathetic display of emotion, full of tears, sobs and shivers was a heart-breaking sight. Even the tremors in his voice could make you shed a tear. But instead, you snickered bitterly.

“OKay that’s enough,” you rolled your eyes, “no one cares about your guilty moods.”

“But I’m so sorry, I truly am,” he sobbed, voice heavy with tears, “I never wanted to do that you have to believe me—”

Grabbing him by the front of his shirt you harshly pulled him down to your height, forcing him to lock his teary eyes in your.

“I don’t believe you,” you seethed, “not about your crimes, for all I bloody care those people are dead anyway. But I’m not buying your little act of the redeeming good boy so cut the fucking crap.”

For a millisecond, Tyler looked so frightened he might have convinced you. But then a wicked grin completely whipped away his tearful expression and his eyes darkened. His mouth morphed into a monstrous, pointy gash with a growl and big clawed hands snaked around yours. Just before his mouth completely turned into the monstrosity that had killed so many people, you headbutted him violently, smashing your forehead against his with all of your might. The unexpected shock definitely took him by surprise and he tottered back, gripping his head with both hands and groaning. The sneaky move had stopped his transformation instantaneously and you didn’t lose a second ducking down and describing a circle with your leg, tripping him off his feet. He crashed loudly on the ground, and before the next groan left his mouth you had jumped on him with a dagger against his throat and a hand gripping his wrist. Straddling him with a knee burying deep on his plexus, your other feet pinned his left arm on the ground.

Breathing heavily, his face had become human again, a few inches from yours, close enough for your breaths to mix together. Some of your hair brushed against his forehead but this apparent intimate atmosphere was radically changed by the cold sensation of your blade against his throat. The slightest twitch of his jaw made you press it harder and almost draw blood, which made him chuckle.

“Well well well,” he rasped in a mocking voice, “That’s not very nice”

“I’m not here to be nice,” you said flatly, “I’m just good at doing my job.”

Tyler let out a low chuckle, “Guess you have it in you after all, doll.”

The light scoff you let out didn’t soften the pressure of your blade, “Guess you still have to learn about consent,” you countered back. “Touch me like that again and I’ll fucking kill you on the spot.”

The grin Tyler let out had nothing to do with the previous crying image he gave you earlier, “What makes you think you’d actually manage to do that?”

Quick as ever a gun suddenly appeared in the hand that was previously tightened around Tyler’s wrist. Barrel pressed against his forehead, he grinned even harder than before.

“Cute toy, had a few more?”

You cocked the gun, the click echoing in the corridor, “I’m sure you’ll love the silver bullets, pretty boy. Should be keeping you down for enough time.”

“Mmmmh, and then what? Gonna slay the monster and burn the house?”

You nodded your head matter-of-factly, “Been there, done that. Routine job really, you’re not that special honey.”

Tyler chuckled slowly and mockingly raised his hands in surrender.

“Alright then, I’m willing to play along. But only because you’ve asked nicely.”

You tried to repress the amused smirk, “I literally have a blade pressed against your throat.”

Tyler shrugged, a smirk still plastered on his face. This made his scars on the cheek look even more ominous. So you leaned even closer to him, whispering in his ear.

“If you ever try to pull this shit again on me, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes, understand?”

With a feral grin, Tyler looked more pleased than ever, “Game on, doll. Game on.”

[Part.2]

A/N: More Ajax screentime? More Ajax screentime. And yesssss bisexual reader bc the raging bisexual in me is simping for that krkrkr

Plus, I love soft Tyler, but you know what’s better? Switch Tyler between soft and feral cocky bastard because yES. Originally I planned to make the Van Helsing reader insert a Xavier x reader story (with some differences in the plot of course), but I’m glad I’ve switched to Tyler. First, it’ll be a more interesting story (I think), and I love to explore writing for other characters! (as long as I’m comfortable with it that is ofc).

I wanted to finish writing chapter 2 before posting this, but eh couldn’t resist krkrkr

If you got the reference from ‘The bodyguard’, I love you

Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part ♥

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girl4music · 2 months ago

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Wynonna’s backstory in the special as a 15 year old messing around with magic to prove her “delusions” and accidentally creating the special’s Big Bad Mina.

We need to address this inconsistency as a fandom.

Besides from the fact she was very knowledgeable about things that are an inconsistency not just in the lore of the TV show but also for her characterization… I think her motivations to use magic to prove herself is definitely something that Wynonna would attempt to do. Especially with feeling as powerless and insecure as she felt back when she was a juvie-stained teenager who just wanted to protect Waverly. I think that makes sense for Wynonna at that point in her life and Nedley does bring up the truth of this in the special. That she was a little power hungry and she deep-down thought her father and big sister were horrible to her and due to always being the “weak one” she couldn’t really do anything but sit and stew in her borne insecurities.

Hence why her main priority was always Waverly - who was just as weak but a whole lot smarter than her. So what I don’t think makes any sense at all is that she was basically more like an aggressive Waverly in those flashback scenes in that she was hyper aware of and so adamant about things that adult Wynonna isn’t and has already proven wasn’t in the TV show. That whole spiel 15 year old Wynonna gives about the homestead being built on a bedrock of the mineral ammolite to ward off the evil that wanted to attack her family…

Honestly, sometimes I think Emily knows and loves her characters so much to the point where she ends up just mixing them up because in 1x02 the character that knew that information or was smart enough to figure it out was not Wynonna. It was Dolls. It’s not that 15 year old Wynonna wouldn’t do those things in those flashback scenes that we saw. It’s that she was uncharacteristically knowledgeable when she did.

The storytelling feels off because the character does. And I say this all the time - but how to avoid that is by wrapping the narrative around the characterization rather than wrapping the characterization around the narrative. In other words: if Emily had just thought for a moment about what kind of character Wynonna is or would be when she was that age - she wouldn’t have made an inconsistency in both the lore and character.

So I like the backstory. I even like the portrayal by the actress. What I don’t like is the OOC script writing for a 15 year old Wynonna who had no idea what the mineral “ammolite” even is or was used for, let alone knew the homestead was built on a bedrock of it because it wasn’t even HER who figured that out. And it certainly wouldn’t have been a 15 year old Wynonna who would be knowledgable enough to figure it out.

A 15 year old Waverly. Sure. A 15 year old Jeremy. Sure.

Even a 15 year old Dolls. Sure. A 15 year old Wynonna?

#wynonna earp: vengeance #wynonna earp #vengeance #melanie scrofano #rebecca jane todd #wynonna’s backstory #15 year old wynonna #OOC script writing #emily andras #spoilers

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rweoutofthewoods · 4 months ago

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hey,

just saw the ask about someone discussing ur characterisation of James in young blood and how they thought he wasn’t a ‘baddie’ and that he was ‘not cool’ (btw this isn’t like hate to the person who asked this or anything incase u reply to this publicly and they see this, ik they said they don’t mean it as hate, I’m just saying what I was thinking cause I think the difference is interesting I guess🫣 so all love!!! ANYWAYS.)

I just thought it was interesting cause I did not get that vibe at all from James in the story. What I got from it was that James was actually cool in juvie, in a lowkey probably a little shit, who is funny and annoyingly endearing kinda way. I also thought he was a ‘badass’ in his own kinda way. But I don’t rlly think ‘badass’ is the best way to describe him in this fic tho, i think it’s more he is very capable and able at holding his own but he’s not like some intimidating, cool and mysterious typical badass (I’ve written this word too many times I hate it now😔) like what I feel Regulus is more like. And I also did get the impression he was a ‘bad kid’ but in a more ‘ I was a good kid and I’m a good kid in my core but something shit happened to me so now I’m acting out and doing bad things cause I don’t know how to properly deal with what’s happened to me , people expect it of me and this is my coping mechanism plus the whole getting myself hurt makes me feel better in a way kinda way (that doesn’t make sense I don’t think BUT WE MOVE) and he doesn’t come across as supposed to have been some teen who was out here doing all this mega bad boy (ew I don’t like that phrase but I’m using it anyways) crimes, but more like enough to get u in juvie ones and be significantly concerning. I could ramble more cause that fat ass paragraph doesn’t even fully express what I got from the way u wrote James. But just overall I think it’s interesting how ppl can get different things out of the same piece of writing. Also sorry if what I interpreted it as, is not what you were looking for, it probs did come across the way u wanted I’m just shit at explaining well and concisely lol.

ALSO (sorry if u hate me for this 10k essay oopsies) the thing about u worrying that James seems OOC but saying he’s not, ur just portraying the effects of childhood. I PERSONALLY DID NOT READ IT AND THINK HE WAS OOC, PLEASE DO NOT STRESS ABOUT IT UR WRITING IS FABULOUS AND IM VERY MUCH GETTING WHAT UR PUTTING ACROSS. Like u can tell by the way James acts with his friends and his internal monologue that he would be what some people more typically see James as, but it’s his trauma which is preventing him from properly being so. Like it’s just this road block. AND EVEN IF HE DOES GET OOC ITS REALISTIC WHO CARES, ILL FIGHT ANYONE WHO DOES, ITS UR FIC(unless you care then I apologise queen) but it’s so realistic like I went through a rlly shitty thing in my early teenage years and personally I think I’m a completely different person cause of it, and it’s interesting to read the way James changes because of what happens to him. Personally, I rlly like the way u write James (omd especially in EOITV I just want to gush over that fic for a second, it’s chefs kiss I love it so much, thank you for creating it, your mind is a wonderful place) I like how he can be a bit more messy, it’s interesting (also that reminds me another reason why I don’t think he’s spineless in young blood, cause he had a go at Regulus when they were fighting and I was like YEAH I KNOW U CAN SAY UNFAIR THINGS BUT ALSO STANDING UP FOR URSELF AND ACTING OUT AND NOT BEING PERFECT YAY, cause sometimes I do see James written in situations like that where he just takes it (nothing wrong with that I just personally prefer where he can gives just as good as he gets sometimes!:)))).

I need to stfu this is way to long, I’m actually embarrassed and scared u think I’m like some obsessed weirdo, I’m not I promise, it’s just 2:30 am and the most common feedback I get on school essays is ‘stop the waffle’. So long ass pieces of writing tend to be a bit too familiar with me 😔

okay last bit I promise, but THE AMOUNT OF NEW FICS U HAVE AND THE RATE U BANG THEM OUT?!?!, whenever I come to your blog and see a post about a new fic, I’m like wow your insane but in the best way possible cause how is this possible?! How are you able to do this?! This is so impressive ?!😭 Cause ur fics r to such a good writing standard and each one is so unique and different to each other, I run around my room in excitement each time u post a new chapter.

I could go on but I won’t because the fear of appearing a tinsy bit insane is real and idk if this is overwhelming, but yeha sorry, my waffling tendencies can be my downfall 😭

but uhhhhh Yeha overall, your writing and ability to write is very impressive, bye 😗😁

Hello!! I can’t answer you privately bc ur anon so I’ll start by saying: that ask? No lingering thoughts or feelings about it whatsoever and this reply is not even going to be about that, just what you’ve said. I can’t imagine how much time it took you to write all that because it takes me FOREVER to write replies to asks, so I appreciate your time and ofc have to write you a response because I’m honored <33

Just on the subject on Youngblood James. You put it perfectly and I think I said this in my end notes vaguely—childhood trauma changes EVERYTHING. Exactly as you said, I myself had a pretty shitty childhood and I think I’d be an entirely different person if I’d grown up differently. I got BPD out of it (😭) and Youngblood James got some pretty fucked up mental health and coping skills. And it was my hope that seeing James thru Reg’s POV and seeing his relationship with his friends etc. that you’d be able to see there’s still some of that James Potter we know and love, BUT part of James’ canon character (or fanon idk) is that he grew up comfortably, privileged, with two loving parents, getting whatever he wanted. We see it in canon with how cocky and in need of some humbling he was, and Youngblood James got way more than humbled, his life got blown to bits and while he was very, very, young. Before he even would have been Hogwarts age in canon. SO, I don’t think he’s OOC at all, I think he’s exactly who he’d be if those things happened to him. And I put a lot of thought into his character and his actions. So me fearing him seeming OOC is really just that I can put things out into the world but I never have any idea how it will be taken or if my intentions will be realized.

I didn’t intend for him to be badass at all because like… James’ crimes were all really in efforts to self-destruct. Him fighting people he did because he wanted to be hurt. Stealing a car? Well… we know by now how that ended. I also will note I didn’t intend reg to be badass either (tho maybe his character naturally is a little bit) because Youngblood isn’t about that, or how cool it is to commit crimes. it’s about how fucked up the system is, how childhood trauma lingers, how we need to do more to support and help kids in need instead of writing them off. So many kids act out or get in trouble because of much deeper reasons than them just wanting to cause trouble. And I say this as someone who was a kid who acted out, and who also recently as a more straight and narrow adult now, had their car fucking vandalized and literally SHOT AT by a bunch of kids. But I can look at those kids in real life, in my town, and I know the families they come from, I know there’s things going on behind closed doors. And yeah, was I pissed? Ofc, actually I was pretty devastated. I worked 7 days a week to buy that car and it was my first. there being reasons doesn’t make their actions okay, but I can also see that here in real life, children are being failed when they’ve barely had a chance at life yet. And Youngblood is really my attempt to humanize these issues and draw light to how we may be failing children. ANYWAY there was my long winded rant. I lost the plot a bit tbh but I could go on about Youngblood 😭

So in short, James in my opinion is not OOC, and ur right he is not weak either, because trauma and mental health issues doesn’t equate to weak. I think you exactly hit the nail on the head and it’s always appreciated when I feel like someone really gets my characters. My James is my James, and he’ll always be so special to me, every single version, because no matter what universe I throw him in, I always know exactly who he is and what makes him that way.

This is so long, I don’t really expect anyone to read this but you (hopefully), but this is just for you anyway <33 I appreciate all your kind words and interesting thoughts and I love how you said it’s interesting that ppl can read the same thing and get something different out of it. Because the amount of times I’ve written something and realized ppl got something entirely different than I’d expect honestly shocks me. And sometimes it’s sad if ppl miss my point, but mostly I think it’s beautiful that we can all interpret things differently.

Hope you have the best week and life is treating you warmly xx

#mere answering things ;)#fic: youngblood

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PLL: OS (Summer School) 2x03 thoughts

*Spoilers for 2x01-2x03 of Summer School

Okay y'all, so many thoughts. I'm still feeling pretty solid about my predictions from 2x01 & 2x02, but let me go through those and how 2x03 has shifted or solidified my POV.

Christian will be an early suspect because he made the "Bloody Rose" mask, but ultimately is likely innocent. - So I am at least partially correct with this one. He definitely did make a Bloody Rose mask. Whether or not he made the Bloody Rose mask remains to be seen. If he is entirely innocent (as in, he was either commissioned to make the mask, or someone asked to buy it from him after he posted it on social media or something), it seems weird he did not mention this to Tabby when they spoke about it. I also initially thought it was weird that Tabby (and Imogen) were not more freaked out by finding the Bloody Rose & A mask at Christian's, but I need to keep in mind that until the end of this episode, they didn't really believe any of the Bloody Rose stuff was legit. However, I am still sticking with my gut about all this and going with my original theory, which is that Christian will now come under serious suspicion from the girls, since they know Bloody Rose is a real threat at this point.

I'm definitely still sticking with my feeling that Henry/Faran is not a relationship that is long for this world, and Faran is going to be spending quite a bit of screen time with Greg. I still like my theory that Greg & Faran might team up to figure out what's going on with Kelly.

Speaking of, I am still very much on board with my instinct that the Our Mother of Holy Grace church is very much involved with the Bloody Rose scheme. First of all, while I have never been to a Redemption House, and I am not deeply familiar with them, Mouse's "test" felt like it could easily be a scene from one, a "trial by fire" so to speak. Also the imagery of her escaping a burning building feels very "burn in Hell" associated. Another interesting thing about this is that if the church is involved, that means that there could easily be multiple people dressing up as Rose, meaning no one really has an alibi. This is further confused by Imogen's dreams/visions, and Mouse's grandmother's mental state. What is real? What isn't?

No particular "secluded cabin in the woods" evidence either way, so I'm sticking to this one as well.

Okay, now for the new 2x03 thoughts/theories. While this episode had a lot of scenes that didn't directly move the plot forward, they definitely want us feeling suspicious of lots of people right now. We spend a lot of time with the new love interests, so we'll see where that goes.

Jen's financial situation interests me. Noa insists that Jen is "good people" and then we almost immediately have a scene where Jen steals money from work and isn't even very apologetic about it when Noa catches her. It could be easy to wave this off with a "but they met in juvie, so this doesn't seem OOC," but this clearly does take Noa by surprise. So that makes me wonder if Jen's need for cash is going to make a more main plot relevant return. Is Jen desperately in need of money and someone is paying her to get back in good with Noa and feed them info? Am I reaching?

I still really don't know how I feel about Johnny. He had quite a bit of screen time this episode, and he is very charming, but why does he matter? We don't have very many extraneous characters in the show, and while he could just be a love interest (like the role Ash played last season), it certainly wouldn't be a shock if he's got secrets. For some reason, I also wouldn't be super surprised if he got murdered? I don't know why I get that vibe. I think it might be because I still feel that Bloody Rose is punishing "sinners" and Johnny being so upfront about wanting to casually date multiple girls would almost certainly fit that pattern of judgement and warrant "punishment." But also... can't Imogen catch a break?

This is a small thing, but at Mouse's party, Greg clocks Noa & Jen's relationship. While he does so in an obnoxious way, it makes me want to go back and watch his scenes from 2x01 and 2x02 again, just to see if he's made any other obnoxious comments that might actually be insightful. Greg being so annoying could be a really interesting way to deliver serious/important information, without the audience taking it seriously. I'm definitely going to be paying attention to what he says in the future.

Notably absent from the skate party - all the adults, Shawn, Henry, and Ash. While I'm not convinced anyone has a solid alibi (as this whole plot seems too elaborate for one person to pull off), these are characters that we have no visual alibi for while Mouse is being chased by Rose. Though Ash does show up at Mouse's to pick her up shortly after, so he is at least partially covered. He is also perfectly primed to manipulate Mouse's grandmother, though. So maybe those things cancel each other out.

I struggle to believe that Ash is going to turn out to be evil enough to do something like this to Mouse (I mean, obviously I could be wrong. "It's always the boyfriend," is a huge trope for a reason), I don't want to completely rule him out just because I like him, and he's also been kind of "too perfect" in a lot of respects, which puts me a little on guard with him. But I like him and I don't have a solid reason to suspect him at the moment, so I'm going to keep trusting him for now.

My suspicions of Henry & Shawn have both gone up a little bit, particularly Shawn. They seem like the SOs that are "on the outs," so to speak. Either has potential motive (extreme reactions, but potential motive) to seek revenge on their girlfriends- Henry could have already known Faran was lying to him about being cleared to dance (though like holy hell what an overreaction if that has to do with anything), and Shawn could have already known about Noa & Jen's relationship in juvie. Shawn has been "too perfect" in a lot of ways as well, and I also don't really understand how the show will manage to validate Noa & Jen's relationship if Shawn is just 100% an innocent victim in all this. It makes me feel like he may pull a Billy Loomis and we'll discover that he's been plotting revenge on Noa for a long time. If he really has done nothing wrong, then I feel really bad for him.

Kelly seems evidently conflicted in this episode. This definitely tracks with my suspicions of her mother & church, but I do wonder if they're making it too obvious. Kelly was my first thought when Mouse's grandmother told her one of her friends gave her the info on where to take her, and she could feel quite bad about it. She is clearly seeking validation in a lot of ways, and she did seem genuinely touched that Imogen (and the other girls) want to include her in things, so it wouldn't be surprising if she's conflicted. But maybe she's just that good of an actor. I also haven't forgotten that Kelly was very diabolical in the episode that Karen died.

No sign of Wes this episode. Idk that that matters, just making note of it. He could definitely be on the chopping block if Rose is taking out "sinners."

We have now confirmed that all the new love interests are aware of the events of season 1 (to different degrees, but aware). Christian and Johnny were both pretty upfront about their awareness, but I'm not so sure about Jen (who claimed not to know much about it in an earlier episode). I have also noted that both Jen and Christian were possibly seeking out Noa and Tabby (Jen being in summer school, Christian getting a job at the movie theater), while Johnny doesn't appear to have intentionally placed himself in Imogen's path, as she came and applied to the creamery, not the other way around.

I'm pretty sure I have more thoughts about this episode, but there's so much bouncing around in my brain (I just love puzzles), so I'm gonna sleep on it and see where that takes me.

Oh, not a theory, but I just wanted to say again that I really love that this group of girls really feel like friends. They're really supportive of each other and involved in each other's lives and I love that. Anyway!

#pll original sin #pll os #pll summer school #pll os summer school #pretty little liars #pretty little liars original sin #pretty little liars summer school #mine #thoughts #pll spoilers #pll summer school spoilers

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burningfeathersx · 3 months ago

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so i still gotta put together a the cat house's roof

but i put out the camera because it's been hot and we haven't seen too many cats wehn we look outside at night to make sure we were getting visitors still (even tho the food is disappearing)

there were MANY lmao like three juvie cats that came to the porch for food that mightve been litter mates. unfortunately i dont think i can tnr them but BOY

and several of them investigated the camera that weren't even part of the three cat party that appeared at first snort

i dont think we can feed them all but we like to leave water out that's refreshed daily so that they at least get some fresh water during this heat on the regular. we have lots of rabbits and little critters and such out here so the food is more of a supplement than anything anyway

anyway it was funny to see them investigate the camera lol

#ooc #cw #feral cats

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Man, I need a break...

//*Movie trailer voice* From the same creator that brought you @scyllaoftheseas ( @junebugabug ) we present; Razz!!!

-Character Info-

🔫 Her username is meant to be a pun on street rat

🔫 Razz grew up and lives in the poorer more industrial west side of Splatsville, more specifically she lives in The Roe, a notoriously rough neighborhood

🔫 She spent most of her childhood in and out of juvie

🔫 Razz has never seen stars before, there's always been too much smog where she lives

🔫 She has a New York accent, don't ask me why, that's just the voice she has in my head

🔫 Razz like cheesy romance manga. She will never admit this fact.

🔫 Her scars change color with her ink

🔫 All of her scars have a story to them, though some are longer than others. (Please ask about them, I beg of thee)

🔫 She has a gold tooth. said gold tooth is just about the only nice thing she owns

🔫 Razz mainly works at Grizzco but has a side hustle making and selling illegal weapons under the store name "Razzmatazz"

🔫 It's rumored that Razz has killed a man.

-Rules-

While suggestive jokes are allowed, no nsfw please, mod is AroAce

DNI if you're homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, ableist etc

Don't bring your ooc drama here

-Character refs-

#rp account #splatoon manga rp #splatoon oc #coroika #coroika oc #coroika rp #oc rp #oc rp blog #intro post #Spotify

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rosietrace · 1 year ago

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∅ for Noor and Davis or Juvia and Nyx perchance 🍚😻

Omg hi Jasballs 🥰 your wish is my command, pookie wookie shmookie bear 🫶🫶 PLS NOT THE MAYA WINKY PIC

I'll be making a separate post for Door 🚪 😈😈

Nyx Leech — Thoughts on Juvia Yuyi Espejo

Character Featured: Nyx Leech

Mentioned: Juvia Yuyi Espejo, Deuce Spade, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto

Warning(s): Potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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“Aw, Juvi? She's adorable, ain't she… Y'know, sometimes I wanna pick her up and- And put her in a blender! Not in a bad way, of course, she's a joy to be around. Free discounts for her, all the way! Who cares what Azul thinks, right?”

— Nyx Leech

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Oh, Nyx adores having Juvia around!

➜ Whenever Juvia turns up at the lounge, Nyx is usually the one who greets her and gets her to a table (specifically one that's closest to the stage).

➜ Nyx has the habit of giving discounts to friends without Azul’s knowledge, and Juvia's definitely a victim of that! She's usually given those discounts during lunch.

➜ Given that Juvia's a little afraid of Floyd — aka Nyx’s older brother — the siren takes it upon herself to distract her sunflower of a friend whenever Floyd is nearby. Her annoying older brother isn't worth Juvia's time, anyway!

➜ Definitely wants Juvia to teach her Spanish. No particular reason, however, she finds it tempting to learn a new language so she can talk shit about her brothers without them knowing.

➜ She's honestly surprised that Juvia and Azul get along! Huh, no wonder Azul tends to turn a bit of a blind eye whenever Juvia's given a discount…

➜ Two theater kids interacting? Chaos. Automatic chaos. Fear for the poor unfortunate souls that have to put up with their crap. (Read: Deuce, Azul, Jade, Floyd)

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「 Interactions 」

❐ I'd like to think they met during the events of Chapter 3! Given Nyx is both a waitress and a performer in Azul's lounge, they're bound to have met at some point when Juvia made her visit.

➜ Given Nyx's rizz charisma, it wouldn't be surprising if she managed to win Juvia over pretty quickly. If Jade and Floyd intimidate her, Nyx is probably a breath of fresh air.

➜ Especially with how…. Unusually friendly Nyx can be.

➜ Alas, it's safe to say that Nyx's intentions weren't entirely pure when she first interacted with Juvia.

↳ She heard about the situation with Azul and Ramshackle and wanted to know a little more about the prefect. What's so wrong about that?

➜ I feel like Nyx happened to know about how Juvia reacts to certain tones of voice, so she — very likely — went for a very soft undertone in her voice to win her over a little quicker.

➜ She doesn't tell Juvia her initial intentions after everything is resolved, however. Nyx would prefer it if Juvia didn't find out.

↳ Jade and Floyd know about this, and they both use it as a source of leverage on Nyx to get her to do things for them.

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #mutuals <3 #twst ocs #nyx leech #juvia yuyi espejo #「🌹」 oc interactions #asks!#mutuals ask #mutuals asks #oc asks!

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Rewatching CK and it’s terrible how Johnny’s character has fallen off a cliff. He was so well written in seasons 1/2, especially 1, but the cracks started showing in 3, and 4/5, especially 5 were godawful for his character and arc. I just don’t care for him anymore, and I boarderline can’t stand him. So sad. He could’ve been great, now he only exists for meme potential. Might be a hot take, but up until the finale of season 5, I thought Kreese was the best written character. But the jello ‘fake-death’ was dreadful, omg. Terry and Daniel are well written 95% of the time too, though they have their OOC moments (Daniel in parts of season 1, Terry and physically fighting Daniel and letting everyone get the better of him in the season 5 finale 🙄) Come on, writers 🙃💩

I feel that the Kreese characterisation was closest to something John, Josh or Hayden must have gone through themselves; a demanding asshole of a father figure who, like Johnny, they were (are?) in a push and pull relationship with, who taught them that CK mindset... and now they're pushing that on Johnny and poor Billy needs to act it all out.

The problem seems to be that they recognise themselves in the bullies, go "Hey, wait, we're fully realised people, too!" and are on a lifelong mission to reclaim their self worth, by denying Johnny's fundamental realisation: "You're alright, LaRusso! Good match!"

And they were right that there was a story there to tell. Because look, you're Johnny Lawrence. And you have found a terribly abusive surrogate father figure, yeah? But you're his favourite! You work hard, and do exactly as he says, and it works! You get love! You get appreciation! You cracked the code! You're the best around! You... have to throw people under the bus sometimes, but, well, sensei says it's dog eat dog world, so... but you're the best! You're the champion! And this new boy has you feeling things, well that... can only be rage. Is only allowed to be rage. "I decide when he's had enough" - because you don't want this to be over. But Bobby has been looking at you real weird since and you're even kinda sorry but he's stopping you from getting back with your girl so he deserves it. We'll fight it out. But then sensei wants him 'out of commission' and like, you worked for this, you know? You and Bobby and the gang and sensei knows best but it doesn't feel good. And you're shocked, shocked at LaRussos pain and shocked that sensei isn't. And Bobby leaves. Bobby can't leave! We're a team! We're the gang! And now you have to hurt him too, and you don't want to, don't want to...

And you lose. And years later you may remember that flicker of respect, release or justice when you hand him the trophy but then sensei does what you've always feared - unleashes his murderous anger on you. Because you lost. Because it was your fault -

Well that must mean it was really his fault. He stole your life from you.

Excuse me if that is indeed near Shakespearian.

Except it's of course not true and even you know it. But the writers present it 'as is', and Ralph succesfully rebelled. That asshole is not Daniel LaRusso. It would have been so interesting if Johnny would have slowly unraveled that in his brain because Daniel's behaviour doesn't compute with what he remembers. And because when he behaves with Robby how sensei taught him it hurts the kid. He doesn't want that. Maybe it's best to stay away. Best block, no be there, right, LaRusso?

If they'd have made that clear, and then he'd found his way back to Daniel, maybe, if only for his son? And maybe he was indeed reclaiming something with karate and the twerp could at least listen to that side, too, OK? And at the beginning of S4 Daniel's helped him reframe what happened (You're alright, LaRusso) and he's going to Robby in Juvie all the time because Daniel fucked up too (ha!), but, still, man keeps coming through, nearly helps kill sensei (dafuq's up with that anyway? Yeah it was badass, sure, but he looked kinda crazed, like Dutch, and didn't Dutch kill a guy?) well anyway, his dojo is as good as the park, and some of that touchy feely stuff is dumb but honestly? It's kinda nice not to have to take every punch! So, things looking good and then - who is that giant? With sensei? And what's up with you, LaRusso? Weren't you all balance and block? Now he looks like a pissed off chihuahua. And then, because Johnny actually listened to Daniel, he understands that this guy is his old sensei? And Daniel trusted him? And the man hurt him? That feels kind of familiar and now, when it isn't him, he explodes. He'll kill that weirdo!

...OK after his ribs heal, but next time!

You'd hardly have to change anything about the plot, you could even keep the "Daniel is too set in his ways" bit, still now, if Robby came back to Johnny it would have been earnt...

But that hinges, painfully, on the writers being willing to admit that Kreese was not misunderstood, but he abused Johnny, and that the whole Be A Man!! rhethoric, at least to some extent, is harmful.

Billy gets it. Billy constantly tries to play it. It's just that the writers saw an underdog with a good father figure and had Kill Bill sirens go off, and are still trying to reclaim that they weren't assholes because being an asshole is badass and their Kreese figure was a good guy the whole time even though their writing shows they know, from experience, that he can't have been. So they constantly make Johnny into and asshole because can't we see being an asshole is good?

Billy, Ralph, even Martin Kove: ...no it isn't.

John Josh and/or Hayden: we are the brilliant writers here!

Ralph (to Billy): I am just so sorry, dude.

P.S. I can just about forgive Daniel besting Terry because he always wins in front of a huge crowd, that's his thing; and Terry had just been through a brutal fight. Barely made it out alive. Tired as all fuck, while Daniel was a fresh as one could hope for given the circumstances.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence

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teachesdiscipline-a · 1 year ago

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📱wade

what does @taughtpain look like in wade’s phone?

What is your muse’s contact name: Son #2 🥋🥊

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: angel of the morning, juice newton (ethan suggested it with a shit-eating grin. for further context, that’s the opening song for the first dead.pool film… the one that is both ooc, & the one that features ethan as kid.pool.)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: this one!

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: he thinks it’s fine! if he sees emojis from robby, he’s a little puzzled, though. wade vc: robby doesn’t use emojis that often. wait… hold the phone. am i texting ethan in disguise? or am i in trouble with my son’s soulmate? -cue him sending a “is this really you, robby? 🤨” response-

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: quickly - especially if he his phone on hand/if there’s an emergency. but if he’s busy, it depends on the reply speed. (…or if ethan is mad at robby & tells him not to text. re: the entitreity of s4. however, wade does text robby regardless of that request. but, if he notices a drop in communication from wade, it’s not robby’s fault. wade vc: it’s my son with his broken heart who is mad at you, & he asked me not to text you.)

How often our muses text: like vanessa, it varies based on how busy wade is. much like vanessa with talia, though, wade likes to update robby on ethan’s whereabouts/what he’s doing, bc he knows how clingy™️ those two are. sometimes, he’ll send robby a gen x/zoomer shitpost if he’s feeling chaotic. like father, like son. :)

How often our muses call: rather frequently, i’d imagine! sometimes he’ll call just to see check up on him, make sure he’s doing alright. like ethan & vanessa, wade emails & calls robby in juvie, & visits him. (wade vc: i’m his dad now too, actually. give me the freaking ‘custody of child’ papers.)

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: very rarely, mostly if he thinks robby’s gonna curse him out for ethan doing something stupid. 😔 wade vc: i can’t stop my son from doing Anything, but i can go along with him to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed

Last text sent from my muse to yours: (set post s5 / pre s6)

#taughtpain

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, DICK GRAYSON. 🌗

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: jess age: 26 pronouns: he/they ooc contact: arcadeigannon (tumblr) / @worstboywonder (twitter) other characters in xc: Arcade Gannon, Shoko Ieiri

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Dick Grayson age: 29 pronouns: he/him series: DC Comics (Batman) canon point: Post- Night of Owls

app triggers: death, parental death, violence, mentioned child death, mentioned gun violence

personality:

Dick has been described as the one hero in the multiverse that any other vigilante (and even most villains) would trust and respect — but he would be hard-pressed to tell you himself why that is. Despite being known for his charisma, confidence and composure, Dick is a well of insecurities bubbling just below the surface of a carefully crafted facade.

Above all, Dick is a performer, and he will take on whatever role he feels he must in any given situation. Growing up, this role was the light to Batman’s darkness, and acting as a beacon in such a bleak place put a strain on him. It set a pattern, too, of Dick stepping into the role of caretaker, sometimes without even meaning to do so. He cares deeply about others, particularly his family and friends, and despite believing in (and mostly adhering to) Batman’s non-lethal creed, if anything is going to push him over the edge it’s the threat of harm to his loved ones. When pressed, Dick is capable of righteous, blinding fury, even enough to make him homicidal. He carries a deep shame about this, but as with most negative aspects of his life, he is loath to address it unless he actually has to.

He tries to live his life with levity, eager as he is to present himself as the carefree, fun-loving Robin, even though his days as the boy wonder are long past. Mostly he succeeds, although those who know him best know that while the conviviality does come naturally to him, he also uses it as a mask. Dick does have his own dark side, one that he continues to have to reckon with particularly throughout his adult life, and he is more than capable of being petty and underhanded.

Primarily, though, Dick is kind, and deeply compassionate. He’s dedicated his life to helping others, and even when he’s questioned his crime-fighting lifestyle, he’s never questioned his drive to make the world a better place in any way he can. Whether or not he’s truly done so will always haunt him, of course — when he was younger, he was cocky, and as he matured so did the cockiness into a more respectable confidence, but he suffers under the weight of great expectations that he fears he can never live up to. He will never stop trying, though, and as long as he’s capable he’ll do it with a smile, a flourish, and the best quip he can come up with.

something your muse struggles with: His inner critic. Often he’s his own worst enemy. your muse’s greatest strength: His compassion.

history / background:

Born to trapeze artists John and Mary Grayson, Dick grew up in the traveling circus troupe Haly’s Circus, surrounded by wild characters and the drama of show business. Dick was talented from a young age, and nicknamed “little robin” by Mary, who thought of a robin when watching him on the trapeze. He performed in his family’s trapeze act, the Flying Graysons, until his parents’ death during a performance one night when he was eight years old - the high wires snapped during a trapeze stunt and they fell to their deaths as Dick watched.

A young Bruce Wayne was in the audience that night, however, and after a brief (but unpleasant) stint in juvie and then a Catholic orphanage, Dick was adopted by Bruce and became his ward. Dick was resistant, of course, and in turmoil over his parents’ death - besides the trauma, he felt responsible, as he’d witnessed crime boss Tony Zucco threatening the circus performers before the show on the night that John and Mary died, but Dick had not warned anyone. Eventually, he snuck out of Wayne Manor during the night, determined to seek answers. Instead he found Batman - next thing he knew he was waking up in the Batcave, and Batman (revealed to be none other than Bruce Wayne) was offering Dick the opportunity to fight crime by his side and see his parents’ killer brought to justice. Dick agreed, choosing the name “Robin” in honor of his mother and becoming Batman’s very first Robin.

Their partnership was nothing short of iconic, and certainly the driving force of much of Dick’s adolescent growth, for better or worse. As Dick grew older, he and Bruce clashed more often; often when Dick was hurt in the field (shot in the shoulder by the Joker or beaten by Two-Face), Bruce reconsidered his decision to allow Dick to operate as his partner and sidelined him, even going so far as to eventually “fire” him from his role. During this time Dick continued to operate as Robin, albeit mostly solo, until he found a group of friends and comrades in the Teen Titans.

Dick prioritized his newfound independence and relationship with the Titans, and Bruce told him he needed to retire as Robin, leading to their biggest fallout thus far. Dick left Wayne Manor and began working with the Titans full time. After consulting with Superman, Dick conceived a new crime-fighting persona for himself, separate from Batman and Robin (but still paying homage): Nightwing.

During his time with the Titans, Dick fell in love with Koriand’r, made a mortal enemy of Deathstroke, continued to fight with Bruce, spent time in space, lost his brother and the second Robin Jason Todd, fought with Bruce some more, helped train the new Robin Tim Drake, and led his friends through numerous crises. When Bruce was temporarily incapacitated by a broken back, Dick returned to Gotham to help, despite Bruce not wanting him to take up the mantle of the bat – in fact, Dick ended up briefly acting as Batman anyway, after Jean Paul Valley’s failed attempt at the same. This did wonders for Dick’s relationships with Tim and Bruce, but when he returned to the Titans, he found himself replaced by Roy Harper, and he chose to strike out on his own.

He chose the city of Bludhaven as his new home, seeing that it suffered from a similar darkness as Gotham but with no dark knight to protect it. For a time he was also a Bludhaven police officer in his civilian life, hoping to be able to snuff out the corruption in the department, though this didn’t last long before he realized his efforts were largely futile. Still, he made more enemies during his tenure here, including Blockbuster, who he eventually chose to let die at the hands of Tarantula, a choice that haunts him.

It was also during this era that Dick notably killed the Joker by beating him to death, at the time believing that Joker had killed Tim Drake. Unable to accept a repeat of what happened to Jason, he allowed the Joker to taunt him until he snapped. Batman arrived in time to resuscitate Joker, but Dick’s actions could not be undone.

Briefly, Dick spent time undercover as a villain, working in Slade Wilson’s employ, and he used this position both to gather intel and to befriend and train Slade’s daughter Rose as a vigilante. When Slade found out about this, he dropped the radioactive Chemo onto Bludhaven, devastating the city and killing 100,000 people. Dick temporarily relocated to New York.

Following Batman’s apparent death in Final Crisis, Dick returned once more to Gotham to help maintain order in the city. Bruce maintained in his will that he specifically wished for Dick to not don the cowl, having previously expressed his respect for their fundamental differences as well as Dick’s desire to be his own person. However, when a resurrected and unhinged Jason Todd began acting as Batman, Dick felt obligated to assume the mantle.

As Batman, Dick enlisted the help of Bruce’s young son, Damian, making him his Robin, much to Tim’s chagrin. Dick believed Damian needed it more in the moment, and wanted to encourage Tim to come into his own identity. Damian is as much Dick’s son as he is his brother, and Dick will always consider Damian his Robin. Damian’s death at the hands of Heretic — although impermanent — affected Dick greatly, and he continues to feel a sense of responsibility for not being able to save him, as hard as he tried.

Eventually — and largely due to Tim’s investigation — it was discovered that Bruce had not died but been displaced in time, and upon his return to Gotham, Dick stepped back into his Nightwing persona and went home to Bludhaven. His time as Batman had proved to him what he’d already known — he could never truly be what Batman needed to be, as he and Bruce are too different at their core.

When the Court of Owls rose to terrorize Gotham, Dick provided his assistance and consequently learned that his great-grandfather William Cobb was the greatest Talon to ever live, and as a child at Haly’s Dick had been secretly being groomed to become the next Talon. His adoption by Bruce prevented this, but the knowledge shook Dick. During the fighting, he also effectively kills a Talon, marking the second (or third, in his mind) occasion he has used lethal force.

powers / abilities: Dick does not possess any preternatural powers or abilities.

inherent abilities:

Peak Human Condition: Dick has been relentlessly training his body and mind since he began fighting crime with Batman. As a result his strength, speed, stamina, agility, reflexes, and endurance are all at or near peak human capability.

Master Acrobat/Gymnast: In addition to his training, Dick is a natural athlete, and before his days fighting crime he grew up in the circus as an acrobat. He was taught by his parents and other performers, and performed in his family’s trapeze act, allowing him to hone his mid-air stunt work. He has continued to train in the years since to maintain his flexibility, coordination, and skills. (These skills also lend to his proficiency as a stealth and escape artist.) • Master Martial Artist: Dick’s fighting style consists of a combination of his acrobatic skills as well as a number of martial arts disciplines that he has trained in and mastered throughout the years (primarily under Batman’s tutelage), including Escrima, Taekwondo, Capoeira, Jiu-jitsu, Savate, Judo, Aikido, and Karate, among others.

“Genius” Intellect: Dick is incredibly intelligent and received both rigorous mental training from Batman and a premier education courtesy of Bruce Wayne. As a result he is a master tactician, talented detective, and proficient hacker. He is also fluent in multiple languages, including English, Spanish, Japanese, German, Russian, French, and the alien language Tamaran.

Weapons Proficiency: These days Dick primarily fights with escrima sticks, but has been trained in the use of many other weapons. He also favors shuriken (or batarangs), and is a skilled marksman (he is proficient with firearms but does not use them).

Indomitable Will: Dick has a high constitution and mental fortitude, having proven to be able to resist most toxins and overcome various forms of mind control. He was also at one point a candidate for the Lantern Corps.

items / weapons:

Escrima sticks

“Wing dings” (variation of batarangs)

Nightwing suit

Utility belt

Wrist darts

starting ability: n/a starting item: Escrima sticks

extra: does a little jig. sorry this one gets a little crazy discord id: @worstboywonder

passcode: he really is a multiversal constant

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