#'i simply would not care about seeing my parents murdered in front of me'

[saintchiron]

listen, no one cares but to me? the most interesting thing about sam, the thing that explains why sam is captain america, and why walker never could be, is that sam turned violence and suffering into goodness. (and i talk about 616 here cause this is also why sam is my favorite character) (i’m sorry for how long this is 😭)

sam’s story in the comics? is surrounded by violence. it’s tragic. his home was his safe place and it was taken from him when he was a child. he witnessed his father murder at nine. then he & sarah witnessed his mother’s murder later. in an old comic, sarah tells leila that sam didn’t cry at his father funeral because he wanted to be brave for sarah and darlene, but after his mother died, after she was killed in front of him and sarah, he didn’t see a reason to be brave anymore and he cried for DAYS. and i mean, to see that at all, no matter the age, fucks with your head, but to see all this before eighteen? it ruins you.

in the mcu? lost his parents, and we don’t even know HOW. he never talks about it. neither does sarah. then he saw his best friend being killed in front of him, blow to pieces in the sky. after that he lived, as far as we know, a lonely life. a life full of grief and guilt and regret. sam could be an anti-hero if we look at his background, he could easily become walker. he could easily be angry at the world and go out and kill everybody he thought deserved it, he could make justice with his own hands, to kill everybody like the men that killed his parents and destroyed his family, his childhood— so many characters of marvel that we like and care about do that, started like that: knowing violence as a child, how unfair and horrible is the world, how nobody is there when you need, how the people in power not only do not care but are the hands that perpetuate this violence. and sam has reasons, strength and resources, to become like them. but sam chose something different. he chose something that demanded more of him than anger. remember that thing toni morrison said about evil being boring? that we all can think of different ways of killing someone, that even a child can do that? about how goodness is more difficult, more demanding, more interesting? that being good is an adult thing because it has to involve a choice to do so? that is sam.

sam chose to become a social worker and help his community in a way that no symbol, no shield, no hero suit, could. sam chose to give people second chances, to take care of them. to be of service when people needed him. he chose to be a consuelor and help people with their grief and guilt and regret, even when he was in pain himself. he chose to sacrifice his life to help steve take out hydra and he didn’t ask anything for it, not glory, not power, not money, not even gratitude. and i don’t think people realized that sam doesn’t do it because he is blind to the real world, or because he is an optimistic like karli called him. in fact sam could have and most of us in his place would have, told the world to go fuck itself. he lives in a world where he saves the damn universe from a mad titan but can’t get a loan to save his family business, a world where the police treats him, a hero, like shit, then ask, politely, a known assassin to get in their car. a world where he gives something meaningful, something his best friend gave him, to a museum as a gift, and the government betrays him and gives the shield to the first blond white man they could find. the world was never kind to sam. it was never good to him. it isn’t still. but sam is not an idiot neither is he some happy, positivity poster boy that serves to cheer up other characters. sam just found in himself and chose to take this abundance of violence, this mistreatment, this hate, and turn into something else. simply because he can’t see the world as it is and do nothing about it. some people can. some people can accept the world is broken and move on with their lives. but sam just can’t.

and god that’s why i loved sam from the first comic i read. from the first movie. yes he is charismatic and funny, a great fighter, a great friend but what makes sam unique is this: he tries so hard to fix things, to be what everyone needs and sometimes he fails, and he goes and tries again, even when is too much for him. he keeps trying because this is just who he is. walker could never do that, walker would always chose the easier route, to kill, to hate, to spite, to seek glory, power, status, and that is why so many men relate to walker and not to sam. they are walker. being walker is easy. being sam demands something, giving part of himself for something that might not benefit you in the end. (like god, when sam left the shield in the comics for the first time? he was tired, people took everything they could from him. hated him like he was not even a person, he had no rewards) but guess what, to be captain america you have to be like sam, you have to be like steve.

you give the shield to men like walker and you watch as he uses it to slaughter a man’s throat in a fit of range. but you give that same shield to sam and that man STOPS A WAR. walker could never be captain america, not because he lacks physical strength or abilities, but because he doesn’t have the heart it requires.

anyway i love sam wilson so much. fuck john walker though

[perry-the-platypus-f1cs]

War, Royalty, and The conqueror PT1

poly 141 x reader (no gender)

Summary:

Your kingdom has been invaded by the neighboring kingdom ruled by the conqueror King John Price. The king had swayed many different people to his side: a disgraced assassin who tried to murder him, a runaway mage prince of the southern kingdoms, and a barbarian who was exiled from his clan. You, along with your parents, are being brought before the king in shackles. Your future is uncertain, but it seems your parents have ulterior motives they intend to use to keep their nobility and their status in court even if that means living under a conqueror. A reader x 141 fantasy AU fanfic. 

Chapter 1: I am an heir not livestock.

WARNING CONTAINS MENTION OF WAR AND SLAVERY

Cold metal surrounds my ankles and wrists, biting into my skin, but the cold metal does little to quell the burning hot anger growing in my gut. These assholes invade our country with no warning, no reason; they didn't grant us the mercy of being able to fight back, and as I'm dragged alongside my father and mother into the throne room of the most feared man in the entire continent, I can't help but know that this could be the end of my life, my family's life, and our legacy. 

The large wooden doors of the throne room open, bringing us inside. I turn my head to see my father straining against the guard who held his arm tautly. The guard, who was tightly gripping my arm, was uncaring about my worries for my parents even as my father received a painful punch to the jaw because of his noncompliance. 

I could feel myself flinch and shiver at the violence; it was simply barbaric! The discard of thousands of years of tradition for what? Some sick conquest? My thoughts were not allowed to be voiced as my parents and I were thrown to the cold marble floor of the throne room.

I grunt at the impact, my shoulder aching in protest. I twist my head to see my parents in a similar position in front of me; my heart aches in my chest at the sight of my parents, my mentors, the ones I care about more than anything, being thrown around carelessly like toys. 

The sight made me rage internally; I know that in my current position anything that I do would just dig our graves deeper.

My mother glances behind her back, giving me a small, apologetic, wary smile that I return in kind. We might not live to see the day that these bastards die, but at least we'll die together as a family. 

“That's quite enough, thank you gentlemen.” The rough voice echoes through the vast throne room, and my head swivels towards the deep timbre of his voice.

My eyes catch the bright gleam of the twisting metal dancing around the regal throne; my teeth grit together as I meet eyes with the person sitting atop the lavish throne. 

King John fucking Price, former grand duke now king, was laid back, relaxing against the throne despite the sharp points protruding from the throne.

The rage kept bubbling in my chest. I looked to my parents, trying to offer them some semblance of comfort. We have lost, and we all know it. 

I keep my head up, daring him to look away. I may have lost my home, and I will likely lose more, but I will not lose my dignity to this tyrant. Movement in the corner of my eyes directs my attention away from the king; it was my parents. 

They were bowing their heads submissively, kneeling on the floor…

“Your majesty, please have mercy on us; we were fools; please spare us!” My father pleads with his head pressed against the floor; I watch the scene unfold with eyes wide; this wasn't real.

There had to be some manipulation, some trick committed by the king prince’s mage, to manipulate me into submission.

My eyes darted towards the mage standing arms crossed next to the king's throne.

The mage's deep brown skin complements the golden robes draped around his shoulders, the flowing fabric pulling taut around his waist by the golden belt. His hands were firmly clasped together, hidden under the flowy sleeves covering his slender arms.

There was no possible way this was an illusion. But why? I turn my head back towards my parents, my eyebrows creasing in confusion; my words catch in my throat as my father continues to plead.

“Your majesty, please have mercy, grant us mercy, allow us to keep living under your rule; we offer our heir up to you as a show of goodwill; please, your majesty, have mercy.” 

I pause my body stilling. I did not dare to breathe as I looked at my father in shock.

He was offering me up.

Selling me.

I felt my heart swim as I watched, paralyzed, as the price rose on the regal eyebrow. “Oh? And what use would your heir possibly give me?” he questions, leaning forward, resting his head on his fist.

I watch as my father stutters, fumbling for a response before sputtering a response, “Pleasure! Y-you can use them as you please, your grace! Just have mercy on me and my wife. I beg of you!” My father's words echo throughout the throne room. 

My knees are shaking; bile rises in my throat. I feel sick.

Tears well up in my eyes. I could feel my legs trembling, the world blurred around me, my breath caught in my throat.

I couldn't cry, not here, not in front of my parents…who just sold me off like livestock. I can't cry, not here. 

‘Don’t fucking cry.’ I scowl silently to myself, but the growing pain is tightening in my chest. I can't contain it, my pain, my anger, my hurt. 

A stray tear slips down my cheek, dropping down onto my worn tunic. 

“It seems your heir is quite unhappy with your proposal.” A curt, deep timber voice interrupted my thoughts, and my head snapped up, my eyes scanning for the source of the voice.

My eyes land on a shadowed figure leaning against one of the tall marble pillars that lined the outer walls of the throne room. 

The figure steps forward, and I feel my heart drop deeper into my stomach; the chalky white of a skull reflects the golden light streaming in from the large windows.

The man stepped further forward into the light, a silence of the room being broken by the thudding of boots against the marble floor as the man stepped towards the dais, the light glinting on the surfaces of the dark metal armor that encircled the man's silhouette.

He rose the dais before standing on the other side of the throne.

My heart jolted in my chest. This was no ordinary man; this was the unlikely general.

Rumors had spun that King Price had an assassination attempt sent out after him, but the assassin was captured, and instead of interrogation or execution, King Price spread the assassin and made the assassin a general in his army.

That means that this man was none other than a ghost. The man with no face. 

A deep hum rumbles from Price's throat as he considers the ghost’s words. Before speaking, the guards lining the walls of the throne room stand at attention.

“Take them to the guest wing.” Price commands after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. 

A pair of guards step towards me, their hands wrapping around my biceps as they tug me towards the door. My feet fumble beneath me, but I quickly regain my footing and begin walking. 

The two guards lead me out of the throne room down winding hallways. My hands were still restrained by the cold metal shackles as well as my ankles, every step I took making them click together. 

My mind is swirling. I was barely focused on where the guards were taking me; I'm still reeling from what my father said…

He was going to use me as a bargaining chip. His own flesh and blood. The disbelief swells up inside me.

‘No, that can't be it. Perhaps my parents think that they can regain our kingdom's freedom by doing this? That had to be it; they had to have a plan. That must be it; they're using this as an opportunity to tear down the conqueror. But…that was against the universal laws of warfare!

Why would my parents possibly do this?’ I think to myself, barely noticing the glances and stares that I'm given as servants pass by, but something catches my attention.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a large window looking out onto a vast garden decorated with many wildflowers and a grand oak tree in the middle, but what caught my attention the most was the man lying beneath the tree, a book laid across his chest as he lay…sleeping? 

The man was wearing loose pants and a leather tunic, but what was most striking about him was his hair, which was slightly bound down the middle of his scalp, the sides of his head shaven down to a light fuzz, beads intertwined into the tightly matted mohawk that split down the man's head.

The guards led me past the window towards a large set of doors where another set of guards stood at attention, ignorant of the entrance. They sidestepped hands clasping around the door handles and prying it open; before I knew it, I was being shoved forward.

I barely had the time to get my bearings before the doors slammed shut behind me. I blinked, and once again tears began to form in my eyes, reality crashing down on me harshly and swiftly. 

A sob catches itself in my throat. I was trapped. Alone in an enemy castle of the man that my parents just sold me to for…pleasure. 

A sickening feeling twists in my gut as the gates finally release themselves, and I let myself cry, my body wracked with sobs as I clutch at my arms, pulling myself into a hug as I lay on the cold wooden floor.

“How in God's name will I survive this?” I ask myself aloud as if the answer would be given to me on a silver platter. The room remains silent save for my small sniffles and choked sobs.

Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy, and I fell into a slumber I wished I didn't wake from. 

also this fic won't be updated for some time due to me working on other projects and fics sorry for the inconvenience.

Masterlist

[sundrop-writes]

Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop)

Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader

Summary:

Gar can’t say no to you. But he can’t bring himself to see that as a problem. (aka - Gar is very stressed out about everyone else's problems, so you force him to de-stress in the best way.)

Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set during Season 3.

Word Count: 1,800

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: spoilers for Titans S1, S2, and S3 if you haven’t seen the show before and want to watch it unspoiled, this is set during S3 when the Titans are staying at Wayne Manor, passing mentions of Gar’s trauma (him being killed during Trigon, him being kidnapped by Cadmus, his parents’ death), dom/sub dynamics - Gar is more submissive and the reader is more dominant, the reader calls Gar ‘baby boy’, the reader and Gar have an implied pre-established relationship, Gar (kind of) goes into subspace but it’s not explicitly mentioned or described as such, the reader has a vagina, penis in vagina sex, the reader rides Gar, overstimulation - the reader rides Gar through his orgasm and overstimulates him, possibly dubcon - the reader oversimulates Gar when he is not expecting it and he’s in a murky headspace but he does enjoy it and it’s stated in the narrative that he does not want it to stop (hence, the title), finger sucking (Gar sucks on the reader’s finger), unprotected sex, sloppy sex, hopefully that is everything. Just know that this is in line with my usual brand of filth.

A/N: This is one of my favourite Gar smuts that I have written, so I had to re-post it first. One of my favourite smut tropes (kinks?) is riding a guy through his orgasm and overstimulating him - vastly underutilized. And I randomly got thinking about this + Gar this morning, so have this. I missed my green haired boyfriend, so there will definitely be more smut with him coming soon (I am thinking some stuff with virgin!Gar maybe? let me know what you think of that idea lmao).

....

Gar was someone who had experienced a lot of hardship in his life. 

His parents dying when he was still so young, him suddenly having a set of metahuman powers that he wasn’t prepared for - powers that he was kind of terrified of and definitely didn’t know how to use responsibly. Him literally being murdered by his dearest friends while they were under mind control, and then being brought back again and having to heal from the mental and physical injuries. The severe medical torture and resulting mental shitshow that Cadmus had put him through. 

It was a lot to have to push down during everyday life, having to pretend he was okay - having to put up a front for everyone else when they simply assumed that he was. 

But there were a lot of times when he could forget about all that. Times when he wasn’t actively suppressing his trauma because you made things okay - because you distracted him in the absolute best ways. Times when he thought that literally everything in life was just perfect. And most of those times were when you were on top of him like this. 

He would consider this nothing short of literal heaven. 

The feeling of your sweet, wet cunt clenching down on him as he laid flat on his back, splayed out on one of the many luxurious beds of Wayne Manor. 

(“You need to relax.” You had told him, taking him by the hand and dragging him into the random bedroom. “You’re worrying way too much about everyone else right now. Someone needs to take care of you.”) 

And while he had not at all put up any physical resistance against you, pliant under your touch as usual, that conversation had originally started out as him protesting against your thesis. He had told you that: no, he was worrying just the right amount about everyone else, that they needed him. But his protests had quickly died down when you shoved him back onto the bed and drowned out his voice with your tongue. 

Gar always had a very hard time saying no to you. 

He wasn’t sure if it was selfishly motivated. From the outside looking in, others probably say that it was. Considering that he was a guy, and you were just as horny as him - he never felt the need to say no to you. Especially considering the fact that he had never felt a greater sensation than that of your wet pussy surrounding his cock. 

And usually with the promise of that dangling over his head, you had gotten him to do a great number of compromising things, both minuscule and potentially life changing. Or perhaps it was because you were the sweetest little vixen that had captured his heart. And any time you batted your eyes and asked him to do something in that sweet voice, you might as well have been casting a spell on him. 

And he knew that it wasn’t just a weak spot he had for you. 

You had worked that magic on Conner and Jason before. Gar was actively working under the firm belief that if you simply approached Jason and asked him to stop killing people nicely please, then he would take off the Red Hood mask and surrender himself politely, no questions asked. 

But all of that was the farthest thing from his mind as you bounced on his cock. 

With your hands sitting on his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare skin. His shirt had been lost at some point while his pants were shucked off around his ankles and caught up against his shoes. But he could barely even focus on his lack of nakedness or your own because he was obsessively caught in the feeling of your cunt warmly hugging around his hard cock. 

Though he was slightly wishing that your shirt was off, but far too pussy drunk to simply reach out and lift it off so he could enjoy the sway of your tits in his face without obstruction. 

You were a perfect wet vice around him, leaking wetness down over his heavy balls and smearing it up over his stomach as you bounced. And all Gar could really do was take a gentle hold on your hips and appreciate the ride. His face was absolutely knit with pleasure in a way that made you giggle with delight, watching his almost caveman-like expression of tight brows and a heavy set jaw as he stared at the place where you were joined with utterly intense concentration. 

You had never seen a prettier man in all your days - those big brown eyes entirely rapt with pleasure, soft lips and a glisten of sweat across his skin that made you even more intent on ruining him. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby boy?” Your voice laced around the words, breathy yet so commanding, so strong, holding the power over him as you always did. 

It was enough to send a rumble through Gar’s chest, a sharp echo of pleasure from your words. 

That was the sacred question. 

Of course, Gar never wanted it to end. Ultimately, he just wanted to stay like this forever - buried deep in your sweet cunt, feeling that intense warmth hugging him, having your perfect scent surrounding him and having every worry in the world pushed out of his brain. 

But he did feel all the telltale signs - that almost painful tingle in his balls and that deep twisting in his gut that told him it was going to he over too soon. He was going to cum for you, just like he always did. 

All he could gather in response was a choked off grunt. But you knew his language well enough by now - you knew him when he was swimming this deep in pleasure, and you certainly didn’t need words. You knew it just by the expression on his face, the growing look of tight-knit desperation, the gentle whimpers that began to escape his lips. 

Something so enticing that it caused you to run a thumb along his bottom lip, finding the curve of his mouth to be all too pretty when he let out those sweet little sounds. Naturally, he drew the digit inside and began sucking on it, enjoying the tang of your natural skin oils, something that only pushed him closer to the edge. 

Feeling that that sharp whine punched out of his chest, vibrating around your finger only caused you to double down. You bucked your hips harder, riding him with an almost vengeful kick, as though you were trying to push his entire body down through the bed. It was something that caused a loud, pornographic wet smacking to echo through the room - a blatant signal to anyone walking by that the two of you were going at it like rabbits. 

If Gar had any sense left between his ears, he would have been thankful for it being such a large house. He would have been thankful for some sense of privacy. 

Instead, he was totally brainless as the feeling of orgasm overtook his body. His mouth went wide around your thumb as he released a litany of almost pathetic moans and whimpers and he arched back into the bed, a pure exorcism of pleasure overtaking him. He mindlessly endowed his animal strength onto you - digging his fingers into your hips and forcing you down onto his cock for a few moments, forcing you to still on top of him as he shot his load of hot cum inside of you. 

This caused a few hot moans from your lips, nothing but pure enjoyment as you watched the radical pleasure rock him. 

It was such an intense orgasm that it made his muscles seize and jump, it easily made his balls ache. By the time his cock had spurted those last bits of cum into you, he thought that his dick would willfully go limp and fall out of you, being just as tired as he was as he collapsed back onto the bed. But he was still semi-hard and throbbing inside your pussy, tingling with overstimulation as you unconsciously clenched around him. 

You leaned down to his panting lips, sealing him in a hot kiss. 

Gar let out a strangled shriek when you began bouncing your hips again. 

A shockwave of hot pin needles flew up his body from the point where you were joined, erratic hot overstimulation overtaking him. His cock forcefully filled with blood again as you clenched down on him harder. Clearly, you were gaining some thrill out of feeling the extra slickness of his cum sliding between the two of you, out of hearing just how wet your thrusts were now. 

Gar let out another sharp whine and moved his very limp hands back to your hips. In his mind, it was an attempt to shove you off him, to take a fucking breath. But his fingers only dug into your flesh harder and pulled you down onto his cock with force when he felt a particular hot streak of pleasure flare up through his gut. It was almost against his will - but your pussy was just too fucking good. 

“Too much.” He moaned out weakly, a hot puff against your lips, the first thing he had said in an hour of more. “‘s too much.” 

You found the way he slurred the words to be entirely adorable - as though he was quite literally drunk on your pussy. The wide gape of his mouth, trying to draw in breath as you continued to punch it out of him, and the tears pricking the edges of his eyes only made it more beautiful. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, slightly breathless yourself. 

You continued to slam your hips down on his cock, over and over again planting yourself in that filthy puddle of your mixed cum. 

It was a traitorous question. 

It was too much of a strain on his body, but it was everything he wanted. He was breathless and brainless and nothing else in the world existed except for your wet cunt squeezing his aching cock, your natural smell filling the world around him, the hot press of your tits against his chest. 

The word ‘stop’ didn’t seem to be in his vocabulary. 

He let out a strained choking sound, and found himself unconsciously bucking up into you - he found himself enjoying the painful sting that ran through him. Tears leaked from his eyes, and when you reached up to wipe them away, you gave him one last thoughtful sentiment. 

“Tell me to stop and I will.” You whispered quietly against his cheek. 

But it seemed that you already knew what his answer would be. 

Gar put a hand on your back, cradling you close, shoving his face in your neck and breathing in that perfect aroma of your sweat. 

Stop? 

You ground your hips down into him, creating nothing but a filthy wet ache. He choked on a moan and found himself holding you still once again so he could fuck up into you harder. 

“Please.” He moaned weakly against your skin. “Please, don’t stop.”

[sasdavvero]

— beat me up

Blue Lock — vent ; Hiori Yo & his parents (father) ; warning for blood, murder fantasies and anger issues

You know I worry, that is the sentence your father always tells you when you raise your head, when you try to keep up with his gaze.

You know I worry, Yo, when you turn off your phone’s location, he tells you when you come home after having simply stopped at a konbini, with a sad smile on his face and eyes filled with disappointment.

You know I worry, Yo, when you come home late, he tells you when you don’t want to ignore Karasu and his company, when you want something, when you want one thing.

Your father worries.

So, your father loves you.

You’re lucky, Yo, your father cares about you. Not many fathers are so loving with their children, not many fathers would do anything for them.

And you, more than anything, wish you had a worse father, the worst of all fathers: the father that furrows his brows when something goes wrong; the father that raises his voice when you get one math problem wrong; the father that screams so loud when you come home in the middle of the night; the father that openly insults you for how better you could be; the father that beats you hard because you aren’t want he wants you to be.

What’s the point of having a shitty father if I can’t prove it? That’s what you think when he shakes his head and smiles at you, reminding you, once again, that he worries.

Go away, you want to tell him, you don’t need me, I don’t need you.

Fuck off, you want to spit in his face, for everything you’ve ever done for me. You don’t want me, you want a cup. Fuck off, shit, fuck you.

Beat me up, you want to scream at him with all the voice you have, beat me up, beat me up, make me bleed, cover me with bruises, break my arms.

Beat me up, fuck, beat me the fuck up.

Leave me as nothing, so I will finally be nothing for you and mum.

Beat me up.

Burn me.

Kill me.

I’m already dead, I’m already nothing.

I’m not your son, I’m just a means to reach fame.

But you have no voice, Hiori Yo. You don’t have the guts to speak. You have the words, yes, thoughts, sentences, all has been more than clear in your head for years. But you can’t.

You’re crazy, you can’t, what do you think will happen?

You’re making a scene, Yo.

Are you feeling alright, Yo?

Please, tell me what I can do and I will do it. For you

You’re a bomb about to explode, and, at the end of the day, you can’t wait to do so. You always see it, always, you always see their faces explode in front of your eyes when you shoot and kill zombies in your video games every night.

You see them, on the ground, reduced to nothing, still smiling, still sunny, still fake, and you shoot them again.

Again and again and again, until your characters gets killed by other zombies without face and without importance.

Every time, you start a new game and kill them.

Sometimes you think about it, sometimes the sleeping rage in you explodes in silence, explodes in the frantic ticking of the controller’s button you press automatically, and you see, as you see what you are on your screen, yourself, standing before them, with a spiked mace in your hand.

You hear yourself scream so loud that you can barely breathe yourself. You hear yourself shout and lose your mind and it seems so real to you that you grit your teeth to try and stay in the actual reality.

And you hit them.

With the mace, you hit your mother so hard that blood splashes from her broken cranium and she falls to the ground in a second.

And then your father, who worries, your father, your father, you cannot see your face in you head while you beat him with that mace until he cannot stand anymore.

Again and again and again, until you are soaked with his blood and you cannot recognize the details of his face anymore, his body bleeds from deep wounds, he’s filled with holes, and you’re happy.

You are so happy, when you are able to beat him up in your head. When you are the one to cover him in bruises, to break his arms, to kill him with your bare hands.

He has never been someone for you, mum and he are just a weight on your back that you have no way to get rid of apart from this one: daydreaming with euphoria and anxiety of killing them.

Karasu said they had put a cursed iron ball on you, and you can’t wait to break it on their heads, once freed from their chains.

As much as you’re away from them, now, in the middle of nowhere in a protected facility, you can’t unglue from your skin all they have always told you, their smiles, their words, their cheers, their joy. Disgusting lie, the mere thought nauseates you.

You promise yourself to really tell them to fuck off, once home. Maybe, in that way, dad will really beat you up. Maybe that will give you some peace of mind. Maybe you will have a reason to beat him up too.

You don’t know, and it’s better if you don’t think about it.

You’ll see how they will act when you will go back home.

[saturdaysky]

So… the God of Curiosity! How does he relate to the Lords of the Golden Hill? Is he invited in, is he seen as an interloper or usurper? Absolutely adore these two!

What a great question! I spent the morning refreshing myself on the Lords of the Golden Hills, which is the 5e gnomish pantheon, if anyone's unfamiliar. They are more active in the lives of their followers than other gods.

Also, sorry, this is where I reveal my superpower of being unable to write short answers to anything.

what's a god to a mayhew

Mayhew's parents are historians who take the name "the Forgotten Folk" as a personal insult, so he was weaned on myths and histories of the Lords of the Golden Hills. The Lords set Mayhew's expectations for what gods should be: invested and actively working to make things better.

(couldn't resist drawing mayhew and mamahew)

In game, Mayhew ran into many awful situations that he thinks good gods could have fixed, but didn't. Refugees slaughtered for sport, children locked in Cazador's dungeons for eternity, families enslaved and used as hostages, children murdered by Gortash's Steel Watch, you name it. These people surely prayed, but gods did not save them. Do gods who do nothing deserve worship?

Not to Mayhew. He was FULLY on board with Gale's astral boat scene logic of "we will be gods but BETTER because we CARE and DO STUFF." Mayhew is not a long-term thinker, especially if people are hurting right now, right in front of him. He sees only trees, never forests.

He views himself and Gale as being on their own side. All of his post-ascension decisions are based on them being an inseparable pair shaking up the system. He's not interested in being part of Lords of the Golden Hills.

what's a mayhew to a god

The Lords probably have mixed feelings about him. They would not invite him into their brotherhood. However, his goals often align with theirs, and as long as Mayhew didn't rock their boat too much, they'd be tenuous allies. More about Godhew and other gods under the cut!

Mayhew himself has many Glittergoldian qualities about him -- he's an elusive tale-teller and a sneak, and if you pried his coping mechanism sense of humor from him, he'd probably die on the spot -- so I think he'd get on with Garl Glittergold and Baervan Wildwanderer. Mayhew's not easily flustered, and he'd find it a hoot to be pranked by Garl, so I expect he'd pass any test of character Garl might run an upstart godling through.

Baravar Cloakshadow, god of illusions and deceptions, would be interesting. Mayhew is a born liar (deception is his second-highest skill after history) who cares deeply about protecting others, so on paper they're aligned. However, Baravar counts Mystra among his allies, so this alliance would be a strained one.

But the biggest reason Mayhew isn't interested in becoming a Lord of the Golden Hills? They're concerned primarily with the welfare of gnomes. As a god, Mayhew has broader designs than that.

a god for whom?

Mayhew cares about everyone, especially people who are unimportant. He was a latchkey kid who wandered all over the city from a very young age, poking his nose everywhere it shouldn't be and talking to people just to hear their stories. He probably even made friends with the sewer kobolds, despite historical bad blood between gnomes and kobolds. Most of the alliances Galehew make after ascension are Mayhew's doing. Gale is always grander and more powerful, but Mayhew is better-liked and better-loved by gods and mortals.

In particular, bleeding heart Mayhew is an ally and protector of children. Troublemakers, especially. The most common name he ends up being known by is the Children's God. In 5e, there doesn't actually seem to be a god FOR children, simply gods with "family" as part of their portfolio. To me, that reads as a god for parents. But Mayhew adores kids! In game, he looked out for all of them and spoiled them shamelessly via the barter menu. All the urchins got cash, clothing, trinkets, snacks, protective magical items, etc. He bought soup from Yenna every day. He gave Mattis 2000 gold (😭) for a key he never even used (😭)...and gave the amulet of greater health (😭)...and some grenades because all children should have a chance to make bad decisions...

To kids, he's like an imaginary friend who'll help you out of a tight spot, aid your capers, and shield you from terrors. When a child ages out of needing an imaginary friend, he's there as the God of Curiosity -- and what is curiosity without drive? Perhaps they'll follow their dreams in the footsteps of his partner, the God of Ambition. Completely unintentionally, Mayhew probably ensures the longevity of the Galerian religion this way.

Not all of Mayhew's ideals survive ascension, though he goes in with good intentions. He loses some of himself, but his love for people is the core of him. It doesn't change.

[jisungsdaydreamer]

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SYNOPSIS Your father would end you before allowing you to see him, but you’d spin in your highest heels and risk everything if it meant every night could be like this.

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“Want to get out of here?”

Words uttered only a few minutes ago, and yet, it feels like hours have passed since you and Seungmin decided to ditch the cocktail party you were forced to attend. The conversation got tedious quickly, because all these one-percenters can talk about is horseback riding, trips to the Hamptons, and the latest family to get embroiled in a scandal.

Across the dimly lit room, Seungmin had spotted you standing against the wall, downing your third flute of champagne. He’d discreetly made his way over to you, leaning down to whisper those devilish words into your ear. At his signal, you both finally slipped out of the event room, giggling while running through the venue halls like you were children again.

“What do we do now?” You gasp breathlessly once you are outside, surrounded by the thick rose bushes at the entrance of the building. 

Seungmin says nothing, just looking down at where your hand clasps his, from when you grabbed it during your grand escape. In bashful realization, you try to retract your arm, but he maintains a firm grasp, meeting your eyes. Your face heats up as you try not to melt under the gaze of the son of your father’s worst enemy. 

What started as a business rivalry had blossomed into a ferocious enmity, and your father had sworn that he would end anyone who tried to fraternize with the other side, including his only daughter. But how could you stay away from Seungmin, who seemed to invade every part of your life at the top university that you both attended? How could you avoid his witty charm every time he debated with you in front of everyone in class? How could you forget those hushed moments when he cornered you in the rose gardens, eyes sparkling with trouble?

“I’ll do anything, as long as I’m by your side,” Seungmin finally answers, earnesty written all over his expression. He looks vulnerable, like a little boy scared of rejection. You’re scared too, for the time when you’re both inevitably caught, because you can’t keep going like this.

But tonight is what you currently have ahead of you. You bring Seungmin’s hand up to your lips, softly kissing it, before you grab his arm and pull him along with you. You chase each other with no destination in mind, exchanging teasing laughter like you have no worries at all. 

The thin high heel of your sandal inevitably catches onto a cobblestone, nearly making you spin and fall over onto your face, but Seungmin swiftly catches your waist, pulling you back up. As always, he takes care of you without asking for anything in return. Before him, you thought that you had to earn the right to be loved. You never knew that there was a beautiful man who would give his heart to you without even thinking if you would accept it.

So even when the raindrops come pelting down, your smile doesn’t cease. You simply hitch up the heavy material of your dress in your arms, and Seungmin immediately takes off his suit jacket, holding it over your head so you don’t catch a cold. 

“I’ll be fine, you know.” You roll your eyes playfully. “It’s just a light drizzle.”

“Your father will murder me if something happens to you,” Seungmin says without thinking.

You glance at him, the lighthearted mood finally fading away. “He can’t know.”

Seungmin looks over at you. “I know.”

That familiar bout of sadness rises in you for the millionth time, and you have to avert your gaze because if you stare into Seungmin’s eyes a second longer, you fear you may lose it. Whatever is going on between you both, you know it won’t last forever. When your father decides it’s time, he will most likely force you to marry the son of some rich man to secure a partnership. Your life is in the hands of your father, who would rather prioritize his business needs over your happiness. And losing Seungmin would make it unbearable.

“Sometimes, I kind of wish we never even met.” You kick a pebble as the rain begins to slow down. “Then I would never have live in a painful memory when it’s over.”

“You would never be a painful memory for me.” Seungmin shakes his head adamantly. “I know that no matter what, I will never, ever regret meeting you.”

You swallow, your eyes filling with tears. “I don’t want to think of a future without you.”

Seungmin says nothing for a moment, concentrating on the foggy road in front of you. By now, your father and his men are probably looking for you, so it’s fortunate that you both reach a small convenience store, ducking inside of it for a temporary reprieve.

 “So don’t.”

“What are you saying?”

He meets your eyes once more, and you notice something in him that you’ve never seen before. Defiance. “Run away with me.”

You nearly laugh out loud in disbelief. “Yeah. And then we can go to the moon.”

Seungmin grasps your hands. “I’m serious. There’s a cargo bus that leaves the city tonight, and it belongs to Hyunjin. Your father isn’t stupid enough to mess with the mayor’s son.”

“Even so, there’s nowhere we can go where my father can’t find us.”

Seungmin’s excited smile deflates, and he sighs. “We’ll figure out a way, I promise.”

You just gaze at his crestfallen expression, before reaching your palms up to cup his cheeks. “I know we will.”

For the first time, something not unlike hope blossoms in your chest. Even the possibility of getting out of this hellhole and living somewhere alone and undisturbed with the love of your life makes you dream. Maybe you really will get to have what you truly desire more than anything.

“You know I love you, right?” Seungmin loops his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you right in the middle of the frozen food section.

“I know.”

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[jetiisyandereclones]

Hey! First of all, absolutely love your writing and art, it never fails to make me smile when you post.

I don’t know how to type this without sounding awkward, but I had a random platonic yandere/reader idea inspired by your yandere clone family au that I just wanted to get out of my system and figured you might enjoy.

I started thinking about Arla Fett (Jango’s older sister) in this universe. 

In case you aren’t familiar with her character here’s a quick summary: After the murder of her’s and Jango’s parents she was enslaved by the Death Watch and eventually developed an extremely damaging case Stockholm syndrome. She would act as an assassin for the death watch before being arrested. Later on a Jedi general-turned mandolorian by the name of Bardin Jussik would try to help Arla heal from her trauma but after she begged him to help her forget about it entirely, Bardin simply wiped her memory using the force. The two then fell in love and would have settled down (had order 66 not occurred).

So, then I got to thinking: what if these events happened a few years sooner so that Arla and Bardin were already settled down during the war. And how would the yandere clones react to not only having a blood related sister, but a Jedi brother-in-law, and their likely force sensitive teenager aka reader.

Let’s say the war ends and the various clone battalions are rounding up their respective Jedi but the group formerly run by Bardin Jussik wind up having trouble tracking down their long lost general who left abruptly during the war due to his issues with the Jedi council’s leadership and the republic’s approach to the war. 

They get to the point that TBB get called in to help find him.

Even after some time passes, Jussik doesn’t seem to be anywhere and most assume he’s dead as there is literally no trace of him anywhere. TBB eventually refocus their efforts on to other troublesome Jedi (Such as Kanan, Ezra, Vera Sai, and Nazra) who have at least been seen alive and well in the past decade.

Their efforts to track down the Ghost crew lead them back to Lothal since it’s a planet the Ghost returns to regularly. 

The rest of the batch spreads out to search for clues while Hunter brings the Marauder to a refuel station bc the busy marketplace gives him a headache and he just needs a little rest from constantly tracking. 

He gets there and he’s met with reader working the station who’s about three or four years older than Omega. As Hunter asks them to just refuel the ship he can’t help but notice the teen is sort of staring him down.

Expecting some kind of anti-clone sentiment or getting called sub-human he simply asks

“What never seen a clone before?”

Reader looks at him confused and Hunter suddenly remembers that Lothal never had any part in the war and most people on the planet couldn’t care less who he or his brothers were, especially now that the war was over.

Suddenly, almost like they can read his thoughts, reader starts looking embarrassed and apologetic.

“I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean but…yeah I guess I have been pretty rude just staring huh?” Reader holds up a hand in front of Hunter’s face and closes one of their eyes so that they can only see the non-tattooed side of his face. “It’s just- my buir used to show me holos of my ba’vodu and I swear you look just like him. I’m probably just imagining it.”

Hunter is taken aback by the comment and is suddenly very interested in learning more about this barely paid refueling station attendant’s family. He figures the kid’s dad and uncle are deserters like Cut Laquane. Reader’s additions of some mando’a into their sentences only seems to cement his theory.

The two have a friendly conversation and Hunter finds himself amused by reader’s wide-eyed curiosity about the world outside of Lothal as it’s very reminiscent of when he first met Omega. 

Meanwhile reader is just thrilled that this starship captain is willing to answer all of their questions about his adventures across the galaxy ( Hunter leaves out the whole capturing and lovingly imprisoning all of the Jedi of course). 

Reader grew up on a farm with barely any contact with anybody aside from their parents (the other kids on Lothal find reader creepy for some reason) so speaking with Hunter is a breath of fresh air.

Reader rambles on about how boring life on the farm is and how they were lucky their parents even let them get a job in town since they’re so overprotective.

Reader winds up feeling guilty for making Hunter uncomfortable at first due to them staring at him and then info dumping on him. Eventually reader offers to pay for the Marauder’s fuel as an apology for wasting the man’s time.  

Hunter and reader wind up talking for so long that the rest of the batch come looking for their leader, only to find him lightly bickering with a kid about how it’s not necessary for them to pay for his fuel for simply looking at him a little too long.

Hunter suddenly remembers he has a duty and mission to complete and goes into leader mode, discussing with the others on where they should land the ship for the night so they have a place to stay.

Reader casually offers the empty field on their family’s farm since they wouldn’t have to pay for it like the ship docking spots in town. Reader also mentions harvest season just passed and their father has a tendency to cook an excess of food. 

Wrecker is sold on the idea immediately upon the offer of free food and begs his brothers to take up the offer.

Hunter, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair are made suspicious by the generosity and Crosshair is the one to ask what the catch is.

Reader simply made the offer in hopes of learning more about these strange off-worlders and decides to (naively) strike a deal.

“No catches, no fees. All is ask is each of you give me your best stories from your travels across the galaxy. Deal?”

The batch takes them up on their offer and soon find themselves following the kid home. As they travel, the batch all start noticing things. All of them had been around force sensitive children for some time now and had learned about the small habits that  most force sensitives had. Maybe reader answers any questions they have before the batch can even ask them. Almost like they read the batch’s minds. The batch quickly notice that reader’s reflexes are just a little too fast for a normal person. None of them really need the confirmation but Tech discretely uses a scanner to check reader’s medicloroan count and it’s a higher amount than most.

By the time the Marauder is nearing reader’s farm the entire batch knows they’re taking this kindhearted and naive little force sensitive back with them to Kamino. Now they just need to decide if they need to “take care of” reader’s family before they go.

They land and reader runs up to the house where their very confused mother is waiting in the front yard. Every member of the batch is stunned when they get a good look at reader’s mother. The woman quite literally looks exactly like an adult version of Omega. It’s almost frightening.

Reader’s mother doesn’t entirely know how to feel about the strangers (given she got her memories about the clone war wiped it’s likely she doesn’t realize they’re clones. Let alone clones of her brother)

Reader’s mother introduces herself as Arla Jussik-Fett. At the same time, Bardin steps out of the house and upon seeing the clones, freezes. 

Now, Lothal is an isolated planet, far from the republic. (Exactly the reason he chose to live there)

So Bardin had only heard whispers and warped rumors about what the clones had been doing. As far as he knew, Jedi and force sensitives found by clones were never seen again. Of course Bardin is going to assume they came to kill him and his family.

He never stopped carrying his lightsaber out of cautiousness and already has his hand on it out of instinct.

Reader notices their dad standing close-by and waved him over. 

“Buir! You’ll agree with me! Mom doesn’t agree but don’t you think these guys look like ba’vodu Jango?”  

All hell breaks loose after that.

 Clone force 99 is #shook and Bardin runs to stand between his family and the clones.

“Cyar’ika, ad’ika, go inside and lock the door.” He order, activating his lightsaber. 

Reader is VERY scared by the sudden tenseness that’s taken over. Bardin and Arla share a look and Arla quickly takes reader inside.

Bardin and the Bad Batch take a long few minutes to size one another up. After some time Bardin finally speaks.

“We will give you all one chance to turn around and walk away.”

Crosshair pops a toothpick in his mouth and takes a moment to scan the area.

“We?”

“We.” Bardin nods.

Just then the shot of a sniper rifle rings out. The end of the toothpick in Crosshair’s mouth splinters and is left charred as a blaster bolt just grazes the tip of it. The bolt doesn’t hurt a hair on the clone’s head, but is definitely WAY too close for comfort.

The batch quickly trace the origin of the shot to the front-facing window in the second story of the house where Arla is standing with a rifle pointed down at them.

Arla, despite having lived a fairly quiet and domestic life the past few years, is still a dead on shot. She was a very successful assassin for the Death Watch after all. 

Hitting the toothpick was a warning shot. Crosshair would have dropped had it not been.

“My riduur is right.” Arla shouts down from the open window. “He’s not really the one you need to be worried about.” 

Both Bardin and Arla lived difficult lives and as a result were very particular about security and protecting their home. They wanted to make it so their ad’ika could maintain their innocence. Unfortunately this resulted in reader being extremely sheltered and completely banned from learning how to use their force powers.

After a lot of struggle, Bardin and Arla manage to escape with reader by the skin of their teeth. 

So, TBB return to Kamino to share their strange news. 

They bring the name Arla Fett up to the Alpha clones and they’re vaguely aware of the name as Jango had mentioned her fondly once or twice.

The news quietly spreads around Kamino as a rumor. Some clones are absolutely enthralled by the concept of a new addition to the family. Others are cautious upon finding out Arla was once part of the Death Watch and are against the idea of bringing someone like her near their Jedi.

Some shinnies make the joke that the Fett genetics must give them a type since Arla herself married a Jedi just like so many of her brother’s clones. 

A few of the clones wonder if Arla shares their yandere tendencies. Some clones are already referring to her as Ori’vod Arla and joking about how they wonder if Bardin Jussik is good enough for their big sis. And then some clones just don’t care.

Meanwhile the squad once run by Bardin Jussik is ecstatic to find out their precious general was alive after all. WITH A WIFE NO LESS! Suffice to say they are stoked.

The news about Bardin and Arla’s force sensitive kid is far less widespread or just gets overshadowed.

Since Bardin is off the grid the clones have no idea where he would go. They ask around the Jedi on Kamino but Bardin was never very friendly with any of them. So they instead decide to see what they can find about Arla. Thanks to Emperor Vader the clones are given access to Arla’s arrest records and the subsequent psychiatric treatments she received while in prison. 

When it’s revealed that Arla was essentially enslavement by the Death Watch and used as a soldier it’s like a switch is flipped. Every last clone on Kamino suddenly realizes that the Death Watch did to Arla exactly what the Republic did to them. She really is their sister. A kindred spirit.

Cue the most quietly chaotic custody battle in history with various clone groups and individuals trying to figure out who gets to bring their dear sister and her Jedi husband home to Kamino.

It doesn’t really matter who does it bc the second she’s there she won’t be leaving. With the combined power of the entirety of Kamino it doesn’t take long to find the Jussik-Fett family.

And when they find out about reader? Their ori’vod’s precious ad’ika who’s force sensitive?!

Every single clone is obsessed and wants to be the best uncle.

Every. Single. Clone. 

(I have no idea how that would work out but I feel like the clones would find a way to organize it without completely overwhelming their ori’vod’s dear ad’ika)

Reader’s little family of three suddenly gets much MUCH bigger.

I can see Bardin Jussik being absolutely miserable after being wrangled onto Kamino. (He is absolutely not going without one hell of a fight. He is dragged in kicking and screaming)

The guy left the Jedi order in favor of a mandalorian lifestyle bc he hated the rigidity and hypocrisy of the Jedi. He hated how he couldn’t use his abilities to help more people just because the republic said he wasn’t allowed. Being constantly surrounded by the various Jedi artifacts spread around Kamino would most likely make him feel even more trapped than the bars of the cell that he was kept in before he finally calmed down and stopped biting any clone who would come near.

But he wouldn’t exactly have a chance to escape, especially not with his wife and child! The man would rather die than leave his family alone with the obsessed clones.

I can see him assisting in escapes, but not going with whoever gets loose. He always makes sure he won’t be tied back to the jailbreak so he and his family don’t get in trouble or separated as a punishment. 

(The clones quickly figure out the best way to keep him from trying anything is threatening to take his wife and reader away)

Arla would probably be conflicted about the situation. While she knows being imprisoned on Kamino is supposed to be terrible, she’s happy to be given a second chance at being a sister to Jango. Even if she knows the clones aren’t exactly him (mentally and emotionally that is). She has been in an abusive hostage situation before (Death Watch) but for some reason to her, this time it’s different…? The clones don’t burn a brand into her back like the Death Watch did. They don’t give her scars, don’t chain her up. They never hurt her. They are soft and loving, looking UP to her for guidance and making sure SHE is comfortable being called ori’vod and acting as an older sister to all of them. Many clones go to her for parenting advice and sometimes just to excitedly talk about their day or ask about hers. 

Arla’s mental health has been cracked from a young age. The clones somewhat use this to their advantage. Arla knows that what the clones are doing to the Jedi is wrong, but she also doesn’t entirely see the harm in it?

So many of the families living on Kamino are happy and healthy and everyone cares about one another. And Arla knows that as long as she stays, she’ll be surrounded by family and friends and love. She wouldn’t have to worry about armored soldiers bursting through the door and gunning down her family in front of her. Not again.

She knows Bardin is dissatisfied, and restless and she feels terrible for wanting to stay, but as long as she stays on Kamino, she knows her family is safe.

Reader starts off ecstatic. FINALLY having friends and family who understand them, and mentors willing to help them use the force properly. But before long they start feeling trapped again. Reader realizes they may have traded one prison for another. Lothal for Kamino. They still find themselves wanting to explore the stars. Reader eventually approaches ba’vodu Hunter and asks him if they can come along on the batch’s next expedition.

Hunter flat out says no. The Alphas are strictly against it. Reader asks around and literally every clone on Kamino says no to letting reader come along off world. It’s too dangerous out there for a naive little one like reader! They’re too sweet! Too innocent! (They are also literally getting close to being 18 and very much not a child anymore)

And reader finally realizes the mess they accidentally brought upon themself. 

one day they defeatedly walk up to Hunter, take a seat next to him, tiredly leaning their head on his shoulder.

“Remember that deal we made when we first met? And you promised to give me your best story about one of your adventures? I’m ready to hear it now…”

I’d love to know your thoughts on this! I’d love to know what you think would go differently. This wound up being a lot longer than I thought it would but I figured you might find it interesting! 

Your work is amazing, I think it’s SUPER creative. Please don’t forget to take care of yourself and have an amazing day!

I actually love this.

I dont have a whole lot.more to add except jango fett is still alive in my au. So that would make things extra interesting for aarla.

Also, Bardin and Vera would vibe. She orchestrates a majority of the successful escapes from kamino, and is glad to have his help.

[battlingangels]

The Heir of Slytherin - S.S. fic Chapter 1

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the end of sorcerers stone

"Don't tell me you've grown to care for the boy?" Dumbledore challenged Snape, eyeing him with doubt.

Snape paused for a moment, lifting his wand into the air. "Expecto patronum."

The air twisted and turned, exuding a blue hue, creating the shape of a doe. She danced around the room before escaping through the window above.

"Lily." Dumbledore breathed. "After all this time?"

Snape's hands shook as he lowered his wand. "Always."

The old wizard stroked his long grey beard before stumbling to take a seat at his desk. "Severus, this simply won't do."

Snape's brooding eyes settled on the man in front of him. "And why is that, Albus?" He challenged.

"Because Lily was never your soulmate." Dumbledore chuckled darkly, his fist landing on the desk. "I have been waiting for the moment you would come to see the truth. But I suppose you never will if I don't tell you..."

Snape swallowed the emotion quickly building in his throat. "What are you talking about?"

"There will be a girl, Severus. A girl that you were destined to be with." Dumbledore stated, his eyes tracing Snape's for some kind of reaction. "She will come into your life very soon, and you simply cannot be hung up on a dead woman's memory when she does! I won't allow it."

Snape's heart was pounding now. He remained still; his  lips were pursed  tightly, his eye twitching. "Who?"

Dumbledore lifted his wand to the sky, enchanting the room. The future painted the air.

the beginning of chamber of secrets

Everything had happened so suddenly. It was like I was getting attacked from all sides with nowhere to run. Only two weeks after the school year ended in June, my mother and father were murdered. Later that month, I was told to take what items I wanted from the house, the only home I had ever known, as I would be living with friends until my parents' will could be finalized.

Then, after somewhat settling into a new environment, by mid-July the North African Ministry confirmed that I must leave my country and all that I had built there for Scotland to stay with my godfather, Albus Dumbledore. This was a man I had never even met, let alone realized had a connection to my parents. There came a point during this journey where I could no longer put up a fight as I had successfully done before, so by the second week of August, I was sent to Hogwarts. I was the only student amongst the professors who came early to prepare for the coming school year. Because I had not been sorted into a school house, Albus gave me an empty professor's quarters until I could properly settle in.

The drastic shift between my beautiful, dry, arid Morocco and the damp, foggy Scottish highlands quickly made me ill. I was laid up in bed for at least a week with the flu. I spent most of my days weeping, wondering why my parents had to leave me so soon, my mind mulling over the nature of their losses, and wondering why they saw fit to send me here.

I had lost track of the days even after I had recovered from my illness. I seldom left my bed - only to use the restroom and accept the plates of food that Madam Pomfrey dropped off with me so graciously.

Then, there was a knock at the large wooden door. I looked up from my place on the bed. Light shone through the window, casting a beautiful golden hue on the otherwise dreary surroundings. "Yes?" I croaked.

"Might I come in?" Albus's voice seemed so gentle from the other side of the door.

"I'm a bit of a mess." I sniffled, attempting to run a hand through my knotted curls.

The door creaked open slowly, and he sent me a pitiful smile. "Goodness. You look just like your mother."

My heart ached at that. I had been told that my entire life, and yet it hurt terribly to be reminded of her at this moment. "I look awful."

He shut the door behind him, shuffling to my bed where he sat near my feet. I managed to sit up, bringing my knees close to my chest.

"Do you know how I knew your parents?" Albus asked quietly.

I shook my head. "No."

The old wizard smiled to himself, clearly remembering a pleasant memory. "I was very close friends with your maternal grandfather, Yehuda. We met in North America and remained close for many years until his passing. Your mother was like my own daughter in many ways."

"Why didn't she ever tell me about you?" I asked, picking at the pills on the blanket.

He shrugged. "Well, she met your father, and he believed it was better to keep you close to your own community. He didn't have much appreciation for the magic practiced in Europe."

A small smile made its way to my lips. Albus was correct about that. My father was weary of other types of magic and wizardry, believing that the magic practiced in our part of the world was far superior. I never understood his feelings, but I respected them. My mother did not always share my sentiment of respect.

"We spoke occasionally, through owl." Albus acknowledged. "And overall, they both believed you would be safe with me if something were to happen to the both of them. I hoped that I could meet you again under better circumstances, of course..." He seemed to trail off then, as though conjuring a sad memory.

"Again?" I asked curiously. Had we met before?

Another smile graced Albus's face. "I had the pleasure of holding you when you were just a wee thing. You were so beautiful and full of passion, even at that age."

I blushed. That's not exactly how I would describe my current physical state.

"The rest of the students will arrive this evening. It's best if you get up now, take care of yourself, get dressed, and come to eat." Albus encouraged. "Your mother would want you to love yourself as much as she loved you."

I chewed on my bottom lip and gave him a curt nod. "Alright."

"Madam Pomfrey has left your robes over there." He nodded to a chair in the corner to the left of me. "We are all looking forward to seeing you for the sorting ceremony." He patted my knee before lifting himself off the bed and exiting the room.

When I was alone again, I found that his words about my mother gave me a semblance of strength. I made my way into the bathroom and with a flick of my hand, turned on the bath, which spurted out hot water. I removed my long, white sleeping gown and gave myself a look in the mirror. My dark brown eyes were red from the crying, and there were purple bags that hung beneath them. My mocha skin seemed paler than usual. I lifted a hand to my cheek and leaned my face into it. I looked terribly sad, I noticed. My dark curls were all matted together in a mess. I had lost some weight. It would take me some time to get back to myself, emotionally and physically.

Once I had taken my bath and gotten dressed into the very itchy black robes that had been left for me, I exited my temporary quarters and walked down one of the many very long hallways of the school. The clicking of my shoes echoed, bouncing around me. My fingertips trailed along the cold stone walls. I was constantly freezing here, still not used to the drastic shift in weather.

It was then that I stumbled upon the Great Hall. House elves were preparing the tables, and a group of professors were circled together on an elevated part of the floor, talking in hushed tones. When I entered, the doors creaked open loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, and suddenly, I was very aware of myself. A feeling of embarrassment crept up my neck. I clasped my hands together tightly.

"Samira." Albus grinned, waving me over. "Come. Don't be shy."

Oh, but I was feeling quite shy at that moment. I felt vulnerable with everyone's eyes on me. The house elves whispered to one another, pointing in my direction. I climbed up the stairs, meeting Albus. He wrapped an arm tightly around my shoulders. 

"This is Samira Al-Kahina. Lailah and Ari Al-Kahina's daughter. My goddaughter." He smiled as though he was proud of me. I couldn't understand how one might be proud of a girl he's never truly known.

An older woman with a kind smile marched up to me, taking my hands into her own. "Samira. My name is Minerva McGonagall. It's a pleasure to meet you. I will be your transfiguration professor, and I am also the Head of House for Gryffindor... I am sincerely sorry for your loss."

I bowed my head to her as a sign of respect. "Thank you, Professor. It's lovely to meet you."

After Minerva, a shorter man walked up to me, nodding his head in my direction with a grin on his face. "Hello, Ms. Al-Kahina. I am Professor Flitwick, Ravenclaw Head of House. I am also Hogwarts' very own choir professor, if that's an interest of yours. Very nice to meet you."

I nodded to him. "Nice to meet you as well."

A tall, lanky man stood afar with something of a sour expression on his face, although his dark eyes communicated sympathy. He seemed to be studying me, looking for something. I was immediately intrigued. "And you are, sir?"

"Professor Snape." He said curtly. "I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Al-Kahina."

"Severus is the Head of House for Slytherin. He is also a potions master." Albus smiled down at me.

"One of my favorite subjects." I nodded to Albus. "Next to divination."

"Ahh, I know you take after your mother and grandfather," Albus commented. "An incredible seer, you are."

I shrugged. "Nothing to brag about at all, Professor."

"It is here!" Professor McGonagall stated. "Not many of our students have such a gift."

"Things are different in Morocco," I said quietly. "Very different."

Things were uncomfortably silent for a moment, and while everyone seemed to be staring at me, Snape hadn't taken his eyes off of me the entire time. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. Why are you staring at me? I wondered.

"Are you any good at it?" He suddenly asked.

"Good at what?" I repeated.

"Potions." He spat.

I raised an eyebrow at the shift in his tone. "Yes, I suppose."

He breathed in sharply, looking down at me suspiciously. "I suppose we will see about that tomorrow morning."

"Now, now, Severus, don't bother the girl." McGonagall rolled her eyes at the dark-haired man. "I'm sure she has other things on her mind. I have to go greet the other students, Samira, but why don't you go ahead and take a seat at one of the tables?"

I looked to Albus, who nodded to me, telling me it was all right.

I sauntered off and sat down. I watched as Snape pulled Albus aside, whispering something hurried and angry. He seemed an especially grumpy man, far from the jovial demeanor of Albus. I wondered what pain he must be carrying with him to be so angry.

When it was time for the sorting ceremony, the incoming students went first, which was fine. This was all a bit of culture shock for me anyway. "Alright, last but not least, Samira Al-Kahina." McGonagall grinned down at me, inviting me up to the stage.

Everyone's eyes were on me once again. I left my spot at the table and walked up to the chair where all the first years had sat before me. I took my seat, and the sorting hat was placed on my head.

"Goodness."

I raised a brow at the hat. "What's that?"

"Feh. You're a smart girl, aren't you? You speak several languages and are far ahead of your fellow Hogwarts students in many subjects..." He continued. "You'd certainly be good in Ravenclaw. However..."

"However?" I mumbled. 

"I sense a very cunning spirit in you. You're headstrong, a little arrogant-"

"Hey." I argued. 

"Mhmm, yes... I think you're best fit for Slytherin."

There was loud applause among the audience of students. The sorting hat was lifted off my head, and Minerva shot me a wink. "Very well, Samira. Go take your seat with the rest of your house." 

I nodded to her, doing as she asked. I slid onto the end of the bench next to a boy who seemed to be at least close to my age. He smiled at me, his chocolate brown eyes glistening brightly. He lifted a hand out as if asking me to shake it. "Hi. I'm Emmanuel Baptiste, seventh year."

"Samira Al-Kahina, also seventh year." I did indeed take his hand, giving it a short shake. "Very nice to meet you, Emmanuel."

"I couldn't help but notice your accent." He noted. "And of course, you're a transfer student. Where are you from?"

"Morocco. Uh, Fez, Morocco." I smiled at the chance to tell someone about my home country that I was homesick for. 

"Est-ce que vous parlez français?" Do I speak French, he asked excitedly.

"Oui!" I grinned. "Et toi?" You too? 

"A bit." He laughed. "Usually, I speak Creole at home, but I was forced to learn French. My parents are Haitian." 

"Okay, so we've got two polyglots in the house." He relayed happily. "I'm glad I'm not the only non-English person here." 

"You and me both." I smiled. 

"Oi!" A red head from across the table yelled out. "Some of us are Irish, mate!" 

Emmanuel rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course, Colin. I'm sorry to offend your Gaelic sensibilities." 

"You better be!" Colin sent a playful smirk to Emmanuel before returning to a different conversation.

"Before we begin the feast," Albus's voice roared, demanding silence simply by its power. "I would like to introduce a new faculty member. Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. He will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." 

A tall, somewhat handsome man stood and waved at us with a smile I didn't much appreciate. I could sense a manipulative spirit within him. I grimaced at the way most of the girls in the audience fawned at his pearly white teeth.

"I don't like that man," I muttered to my new friend. "He gives me a terrible feeling."

"He's kind of famous over here in the British Isles," Emmanuel said to me. "Especially to the ladies, if you get what I mean."

I rolled my eyes. 

"Very well. You may eat!"

And so I did. I put some chicken and roast potatoes on my plate, as well as some bread. I spotted a plate of some bizarre-looking brown stuff. "What is that?" I asked no one in particular.

"Blood pudding!" Colin responded, his brogue especially thick at that moment. "Have ya never had blood pudding?"

"No." I shook my head. "I definitely can't eat it, either." 

"And why not, lass?" He asked curiously.

"It's not kosher," I said lightly. "Blood, I mean."

Suddenly, everyone was staring silently.

"What?" I questioned. 

"Are there Jews in Morocco?" Colin looked at me quizzically. 

I rolled my eyes. "Goodness... are you all so full of yourselves to know nothing about other cultures than your own?" 

"There are Jews everywhere, Colin." Emmanuel chuckled nervously. "Jewish people, I mean. Sorry, Samira." 

I rubbed my eyes hard. "I'm willing to bet I'm one of what? Ten, here?" 

"I don't even know if there's ten of ya." Colin shrugged. 

Emmanuel threw a piece of bread at the Irishman. "Of course you wouldn't know. You have your head shoved too far up your Hufflepuff girl's arse to notice anyone but yourselves."

I snorted at that, placing a piece of steaming hot chicken in my mouth. I grimaced at the lack of flavor, noticing it was rather bland and somewhat dry. My father had often complained about how Europeans seemingly couldn't cook. I didn't quite understand that until this moment. I swallowed it down hard, though, seeing as I had eaten very little over the last several weeks. 

"So, I happen to be Head Boy this year," Emmanuel explained. "It's basically a fancy way of saying Headmaster Dumbledore picked me to sort of boss around the prefects and the rest of the students, but it comes with some privileges, like being allowed to be out of your dorm past curfew. If you want, once the castle quiets down, I can take you on a tour."

"Sure!" I agreed. "That would be nice. I've been here for a few weeks, but I wasn't exactly in the headspace for exploring."

"Okay, great." He grinned before returning to his plate of food. 

After the feast, prefects guided their houses back to their dormitories. My belongings had been moved by an unknown person to a larger space that had four beds in it. I was bunked with two first years and a second year, making me the oldest in my room. I got to know my roommates a bit, but everyone was so tired that they immediately went to sleep. I was waiting for 10:00 to pass before I left my dorm to meet with Emmanuel in the common room. That was until I heard faint cries from the bed beside me. 

It was a first year, a sweet, quiet girl named Isadora Wilson. She had shoulder-length blond hair and sweet blue eyes. I was surprised to learn she had been sorted into Slytherin after coming to an understanding of what each of the houses represented. I would have figured her to have been in Hufflepuff. I lifted myself out of my bed, readjusting my black satin pajama set as I tiptoed to her bed. "Isadora? Are you alright?"

She snuggled a teddy bear close to her chest. "Y-Yes. I'm okay." She whimpered.

I sighed. "Do you want to talk about it?"

The girl looked up at me with tears in her eyes, her cheeks soaked. "I'm just homesick." 

Now that is something I could understand very well. I sat next to her, and she scooted over to create some space for me. "Me too."

She rubbed her eyes. "Aren't you used to being away from your mum and dad?" 

"No." I shook my head. "Not really."

"Then why would you ever come here?" She croaked.

I pursed my lips. "My mother and father passed away a few months ago. Headmaster Dumbledore is meant to take care of me until I graduate this year..."

Isadora became quiet at hearing this.

"However, I do remember my first day away from home." I smiled as I thought of the memory. "I was scared, too. I was a little younger than you are, and I had never been away from my father before."

"What did you do?" She mumbled, reaching her small hand out to me. I lifted it into my hand and squeezed it softly.

"I made lots of friends," I replied. "And I wrote home almost every day. I promise you it gets easier, and school becomes lots of fun. And you can always come to me if you need anything. Think of me as a big sister..." 

Isadora smiled, sniffling. "Really?"

"Really." I nodded. "Now, it's late. You must sleep and get ready for your classes tomorrow. I can help you sort out your schedule in the morning."

"Alright." She agreed. "Goodnight, Sam." 

Something in my heart tugged at the nickname she so sweetly gave me. No one had called me that before. "Goodnight, Isa."

The girl rolled over, and I was finally able to escape down to the common room. Emmanuel was waiting for me in his own set of pajamas. He smiled at me. "Good to go?"

"Yes, thank you," I responded. 

We stepped out of the common room and shut the door behind us. We didn't get very far before we heard angry voices coming from a voice just down the hall. I looked at Emmanuel, who seemed just as confused as I was.

"That's Snape's office." He whispered.

A smirk made its way to my lips. "Shall we go eavesdrop?" 

"Oh, you are trouble." Emmanuel chuckled. "Sure, let's do it."

We quietly tiptoed toward the door and stayed just outside of it to hear the conversation going on inside. 

"You were seen by no less than seven muggles." I could hear Snape seethe. "Do you have any idea how serious this is? You have risked the exposure of our world. Not to mention the damage you inflicted on a Whomping Willow that has been on these grounds since before you were born!"

"Who is he talking to?" I asked Emmanuel, who was closer to the door than I was.

"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley." He whispered back to me. 

"Potter? The Potter?" I whispered in awe. "Is he old enough to be here?"

"Second year." Emmanuel nodded.

"Honestly, Professor Snape, I think it did more damage to us," Ron replied.

I had to keep myself from giggling at that.

"Silence!" Snape spat. "I assure you, that were you in Slytherin and your fate rested with me, the both of you would be on the train home. Tonight..."

Suddenly, from behind me, I heard my name. "Hello, Samira. Emmanuel. Having a little nightly excursion, I see."

Both myself and my friend jumped. Albus and Minerva were in front of us with amused expressions on their faces. 

"Headmaster!" Emmanuel choked. "I was just giving Samira a tour of the castle. I thought it would be good to show her around while things were less overwhelming, you know, with it being the first day and all."

Albus smiled warmly at the boy. "Of course, son. No problem at all. However, I can't help but notice how close you are to Professor Snape's office. Did you have a question for him?"

"No." I shook my head. "We were just..."

"Walking down that way." Emmanuel pointed to the other side of the hall. "Yes, uh. We were going upstairs, is all." 

"Very well, children." Minerva sighed. "If you must eavesdrop, you could at the very least try a concealment charm." 

"Yes, Professor," I mumbled. 

The two pushed past us and entered the office, and the conversation between everyone resumed.

"Do you think anything will come of it?" I asked Emmanuel.

"Of what? The car?" He raised his brows at me. I nodded in response.

"No." He shrugged. "Muggles are pretty good at passing each other off as crazy. It'll be fine." 

Not long after he said that, Ron and Harry scattered out of Snape's office, leaving the door wide open. Minerva, Albus, Filch, and Snape were looking straight at us. Snape stood up straight, glaring. "What are you two doing up at this hour? It is far past curfew." 

"Oh, Severus." Albus tutted. "Emmanuel is Head Boy, after all. He's just giving our new student here a little tour of things, isn't that right, Samira?"

"Yes, sir." I agreed.

"Emmanuel, why don't you head to bed. I must have a conversation with Samira and Professor Snape, if you don't mind." Albus smiled sweetly at Emmanuel.

My friend eyed me as if to say 'Good luck.' "No problem at all. I'll see you in the morning, Samira. Have a good night."

I waved goodbye to him. Filch was the first to saunter off, then Minerva, who gave me a pat on the shoulder before walking away swiftly. I walked into the office, and the door slammed behind me. I jumped and suddenly felt a little embarrassed at my choice of outfit. "Yes, Headmaster?"

"Oh no, don't do that." Albus chuckled. "I'm Albus to you, understand?" 

"Yes... Albus." I swallowed. 

"Now, I know things were quite busy earlier. But seeing as you're an incoming student as a seventh year, I thought it would be best for your Head of House to explain some things to you and help you further settle in." Albus explained slowly. Snape cocked an eyebrow at him. 

"Is that so?" He breathed out in frustration. 

"Yes." Albus eyed the younger wizard. "I'm off to bed, but I expect that Samira will be properly briefed before her first class in the morning."

Snape sighed as my godfather stepped out of the room. I could swear I heard the man giggle from behind the door. I looked forward at my new potions professor, who was just looking straight at me, not saying a word. 

"Why do you keep doing that?" I questioned.

He glared at me this time. "Doing what?"

"You're staring." I pointed out. "You've been staring all day."

"I have been doing no such thing, you silly girl." Snape scoffed, sitting down in his chair. "Am I to understand you are confused about something? What is it you need to be 'briefed' on?" 

"I'm not sure." I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. "I figured that you would have known better than I." 

He huffed. "Do you have your class schedule? Are you up to date on Quidditch tryouts?" 

"I have my schedule... and I'm not too keen on the idea of trying out for Quidditch," I responded. 

"Why is that? Afraid you'll fail miserably?" Snape grumbled.

"No," I said gently. "I'm not afraid of something I already know. I would fail miserably. I'm not a great Quidditch player."

The man rubbed his eyes. "I suspect you're not particularly good at anything. Most of my students aren't."

"That's a lot of arrogance coming off of someone who knows nothing about me." I retorted, balling my hands into fists. 

"I know enough." He spat. "Get out of here. Don't let me catch you out after curfew again. I'm not keen on taking house points away from my own house, but I will give detention as I see fit."

"Goodnight, Professor." I spat, slamming the door behind me as I left.

Why on earth was this man such an asshole? I couldn't understand what I had done to deserve it. 

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Top 10 things you got away with as a kid?

Thank you anon for giving me the opportunity to soapbox about the stupid and borderline psychopathic shit I did as a child. I don't know that this'll be a "Top" ten, but it will be the first ten things that come to mind.

Number 1: Attempted Murder (in self defense)

Some of y'all already know this story because it is in fact one of the most surreal things that's ever happened to me and it lives rent free in my head.

I spent my sophomore year of high school in Florida. My neighborhood didn't have blocks. We had ponds, and the houses were built around these ponds. The ponds were also full of alligators. This is important.

Every day after school, my friend and I would stand and talk at the bus stop before walking home to one of our houses. Because we both had overprotective parents, this and going to the park was about the only real freedom we had. So when a black car with a random guy sitting in it started parking across from the bus stop followed us if we started walking, we didn't tell anyone. Instead, we would just wait and talk until the guy got bored and bailed. This continued for about a month until one day, I had to make a to-scale model of St Basil's Cathedral for a school project. That thing was fuckin' heavy, so we were so focused on getting to my friend's place that we forgot that we were being stalked.

About ten minutes after we got to my friend's place, we were getting settled in, eating snacks and setting up the xbox, when his dogs went fucking ballistic. We looked out the window to see a strange man at the door and the black car parked in the driveway. He saw us and then walked around to the garage where we'd let ourselves in but hadn't locked it. So we ran to the garage and locked the side door just in time before they guy grabbed the knob and started trying to get in. When he couldn't, he went to the car entry and started beating at the metal door.

This would be the point when most people would call the police. But again, we had very overprotective parents. If we called the cops and they caught the guy, we'd never be let out of their sight again. If we called the cops and the guy got away, we'd get told off for being overdramatic and wasting the cops' time, and we'd still lose roaming privileges. Instead, over the course of about thirty seconds, we hatched a plan.

My friend’s dad kept his hunting gear in the garage. I knew how to use a bow and arrow at the time, and my friend knew how to swing a hatchet. We decided against using guns since neither of us felt like we could safely use them. Most people were at work, so it was unlikely that anyone would hear any screaming that was to ensue. The plan was to go outside and confront the man. If worst came to worst, we would simply yeet his body into the lake and let the gators take care of him.

We went back out the front door with our weapons and began loudly threatening the man. Not in a normal, “get off my property or I’ll shoot” way. We went into Joker Mode. We were 15, full of rage, severely sleep deprived, high on adrenaline, and in need of therapy. Plus, we thought that this would be the most effective way to scare him off. Luckily, it worked. We saw him rounding the corner of the house and chased him to his car. He sped off, and we never saw him again.

Number 2: Public Nuisance #1

Same year, same state, same friend. It was summer and we were bored as all get-out- bored enough to let my brother and his friend hang out with us. There was a Walgreens across the street from the neighborhood but it was kinda off on some side street so we were technically allowed to ride our bikes there. For whatever reason, on that day’s trip, we decided that this would be the day that we finally drank a Monster. And what the heck, what if we drank two Monsters. And when we got to the park with our bounty of caffeinated beverages, we thought, yknow, wouldn’t it be funny to see who could drink them the fastest. What could go wrong?

What went wrong was that you now had a small pack of children endowed with the energy of The Gods. And what else do you do with this energy but use the woods to play the most chaotic game of tag while playing LMFAO songs and occasionally scaring the shit out of unsuspecting trail walkers. Like yeah this was obnoxious and cringe, but none of us had ever had caffeine before and we now had consumed upwards of 400mg of the stuff. There were no brain cells. Only tachycardia and 2015 YouTube culture. We had become menaces.

This inevitably ended with all of us throwing up, and as the caffeine wore off, we decided to bike home. We started down the main path out of the woods, but at the clearing was a pair of cop cars and two officers walking into the woods. So we had to quickly hide in the bushes and sneak off-trail to the other side of the park. Why do I think they were for us? They were talking about a group of teenagers causing a “disturbance”. But we made it home without getting caught and played Minecraft for the rest of the day. We never did anything like that again, and every day I thank God that TikTok wasn’t a Thing yet.

Number 3: Public Nuisance #2

There were two things my middle school me despised about the girls’ locker room. 1) Everyone was constantly showing off their expensive bras and comparing cup sizes, and it rubbed me the wrong way (the “why” would be discovered later). 2) The perfume. Everyone makes fun of middle school boys and their Axe Body Spray, but the girls at this rich kid school had everything from Bath & Bodyworks to beauty boutique shit. It was beyond overwhelming. I was also deep in my “not like other girls” era and was full of unspecified rage. So, to cope, I started catching grasshoppers during PE. I wouldn’t just release them in the locker rooms. I would look for unlocked lockers or clothes that people had left out in the open, and hide the grasshoppers in their belongings. Just to inflict maximum chaos.

The PE teachers made a big show of looking for the prankster, but I was never caught.

Number 4: Destruction of Property #1

My fifth grade teacher, on God, is one of the shittiest people on this planet. He radiated Ted Bundy vibes. He was a total cunt. We all hated this bitch, and I was pretty much at war with him (he stole my books and destroyed one of my notebooks). This is the most monetary destruction that I caused in one go.

He had a water fountain on his desk, right behind his computer. For whatever reason, he had his computer cord wrapped around the fountain, so it wasn’t laying on the floor. It was basically a tripwire. Feeling silly, I tripped the wire. Fountain hit the floor and shattered. Papers went everywhere. The computer fell. My teacher had to dive into the puddle of water to save his laptop, but it must’ve still been damaged since he had to replace it a week later. And of course, he couldn’t do anything. I was very apologetic about it. It was an accident. I’d tripped. Everyone had seen me trip. It wasn’t the first time I’d tripped on something before. And it was only a matter of time before someone tripped on that cord anyways.

Number 5: Destruction of Property #2

The second worst teacher I’ve ever had was my 8th grade science teacher. He was also a total cunt, not for stealing my shit and destroying my work, but for making jokes about me cutting myself and encouraging the class to bully me. Yay! Just like my fifth grade teacher, he was a cunt with poor organization skills. He had a habit of not grading anyone’s papers until the end of the quarter. He would put each assignment in a stack and set the stack in an empty place on his desk. If he ran out of room, that stack would go on another stack, and so on and so forth. Basically, he had lots and lots of loose stacks of paper on his desk. I don’t remember why he was holding me after class, but I do remember that I was very displeased to be there. Instead of staying in my seat, I decided to take his chair. Y’know. To assert dominance. I fell back into the office chair and started spinning in it. I guess I must’ve hit it at just the right angle because something in the inner stand broke, and it sank to the lowest level. My arm hit a paper stack, which hit another paper stack, which hit another paper stack, and soon, there were papers all over the floor.

Dude didn’t even say anything. He turned red. Not wanting to stick around for the impending explosion, I just left lmao.

Number 6: Trespassing and Evasion

This is probably the most dramatic, disproportionate thing on this list. My first high school and middle school were connected, so overall, the campus was the size of a small college. It would take you at least 20 minutes to walk from one end to the other.

I was about to transfer schools, and to do this, I needed to deliver a folder of paperwork to the front office. Of course, my ADHD ass waited until the last possible day to deliver it. And I thought, “yeah I’ll just deliver this to the office during lunch”. The easiest way to do that was to go through the center doors of the main building and walk to the opposite side of the hall. 5 minute trip. Easy peasy.

Unfortunately, for some reason, someone decided to turn the student teachers into a security team. I got to the doors and was greeted with a very angry woman who was very much against the idea of me walking ten feet across the indoor hallway to the opposite side. I tried to explain my issue, but she wasn’t having it.

I didn’t want to deliver it after school since it meant I probably wouldn’t get a seat on the bus (seriously, it was packed enough that some people would have to sit on the floor, and to exit on the first couple stops, you had to climb out the window). I couldn’t very well walk around the outside of the building for two reasons. 1) This school ran like Mean Girls. The end of the building was popular kids territory, and God help you if you weren’t a popular kid in that area. I wasn’t just unpopular. I was poor. I was a wanted man. I had literal death threats over my head. And even if I made it past them, there was still a 50/50 chance of being caught by a rent-a-cop for being in the parking lot.

Luckily for me (and my friend who was with me for moral support), one of the upstairs side doors had a broken lock or something. It had caution tape all around it to deter people, but caution tape is easily surpassed and removable. Once inside, we just had to make it down the stairs and out to the office courtyard. Someone must’ve heard us though, because one of the student teachers started calling out, asking who’s there and all that jazz. He ran toward the main staircase. Other teachers showed up. We literally had to hide behind the decorative pillars while this became a fucking manhunt. It was like a scene out of a Nickelodeon program. When their backs were turned, we were able to sneak down another staircase and directly into the office. I delivered my papers, and all was well except we now had to make it back in while about 15 paranoid adults on a power trip were walking up and down the halls. Thankfully, my geography teacher’s room was nearby and he was chill so he let us stay in his classroom until lunch was over.

Number 7: Slander

In 4th grade, I framed a classmate as a “nose-picker” by saving water bottle label glue in my desk for 6 months and putting all the dirty goo-balls in his desk on desk cleanout day. All it took was one, “Ew! Look at Roger’s boogers!” and the rest is history.

He bullied my friend though, so he deserved it.

Number 8: Assault and Battery

In 9th grade, one of my classmates was excessively handsy and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Teachers wouldn’t do anything about him, so I took matters into my own hands, or rather, his hands. When he wasn’t paying attention, I slammed a pencil into his hand. It didn’t go all the way through, but it was standing on its own after I let go.

The crazy thing is that my teacher literally saw it and told the kid that he, “had it coming”, which is just another reason that that school was absolutely insane.

Number 9: Illegal Distillation

I once made wine in my backpack on accident. Old grapes met old crackers, and I ignored this until the bag they were in burst. I have no idea how no one stopped me.

Number 10: Theft and Framing (my mom’s contribution)

This is pretty benign, but my mom still brings it up.

My grandparents had a timeshare in Hawaii, and every now and then, they would allow us to go in their stead. One of 8-year-old me’s favorite things about this hotel was the birds, especially the geese. Because of the time difference between Hawaii and California, my brother and I also consistently woke up at 4 in the morning, so we had about 2 to 3 hours of “feed the birds” time before my parents woke up. Usually, we would use the rice Krispies, but we ran out. And the geese were still hungry. The wouldn’t eat the lucky charms, so that left my mom’s Very Expensive You-Can-Only-Buy-This-In-Hawaii-7-Dollars-in-2007-Money hemp and seed cereal. And birds like seeds, and in all fairness, I had no idea it was expensive, so logically we would give the birds this cereal. A whole box of this cereal.

So my mom wakes up to see her cereal lining the balcony and an empty box in the recycling bin. She went into Murder Mother Rage Mode, and like any self-preserving older sibling, I blamed my brother. I guess I was “old enough to know better”, so it worked. She brought it up every year or so as something terrible my brother did until a few years ago when I confessed to my crimes.

[thehollowstarsaga]

Hollow Star Saga Book Four Predictions

okay so since i've finished agasv it's time for my predictions for the next book:

the CeLeTheo polycule

so i remember Ashley mentioned that there's possibility for a polyam and the moment i heard that i was just immediately like, 'oh, they're definitely talking about Theo, Celadon and Lethe right?'

like i'm not the only one who thought Celedon and Theo had insane levels of chemistry in both agasv AND acafl???

and Celedon and Lethe are already super cute and canon by the end of agasv too??

I'd honestly love it if Lethe and Theo end up being into each other too like the dynamic sounds super fun.

anyway that's the prediction Celedon x Theo x Lethe is canon next book (i'm gonna look like such an idiot if i'm wrong)

2. dragon Theo???

now i'm not too sure about this one but maybe (just maybe) Theo's a dragon?

i remember i made this prediction all the way back when adahs was released and there was that random paragraph in the beginning on how people can be dragons without realizing it. i was like 'okay, so one of the characters we care about has to be a dragon right??'

by process of elimination i reached the conclusion that Theo was the dragon out of all of them.

i remember when we found out that his grand aunt is a dragon i freaked out like i was so proud of myself for reaching that conclusion cause there's a high chance that he inherited those traits.

buuuuuuuuuuuut i'm not too sure whether that's actually going to be explored or bought up or even be true in the next book so this is a very tentative theory.

3. if Riadne dies, then who's killing her?

okay so i'm not too confident about this because i don't actually know if Riadne will die in book 4, at least in the traditional sense. but if it does happen the potential candidates are;

Theo: NO LISTEN I'M NOT BEING BIASED ACTUALLY FR HEAR ME OUT; Theo wants to rule over seelie summer, and if i'm not mistaken you need to defeat the existing head in order to do that so... maybe? admittedly its not very likely though cause there aren't enough emotional stakes. unless Riadne just murders his parents or smth in the first half lmao. i'll say 5% chance

Arlo: since we're talking about murdering parental figures... yeah. i'd say there's like a 10% chance that it's Arlo who kills Riadne maybe?

Celadon: 25% chance it'll be Celadon simply for the emotional stakes... and murdering parental figures. but actually if we're talking about someone who needs to stab their mom in order to get over their mommy issues...

Vehan: him having some kind of arc in which he's vaguely unhinged would go so hard. sadly, however, it probably won't happen. he's still most likely to kill Riadne at 50% chance, because the angst would be so good.

others: this is just me covering up my tracks in case my top guesses are wrong so that i don't look like a total idiot. Lethe, Nausicaa and Aurelian take up the remaining 10%. although i seriously doubt it'll be any of them. if it is though, Lethe's most likely to and Aurelian's least likely to.

honestly the more i think about it Riadne probably won't be killed by someone else. either she'll manage to get herself killed in her quest for power or she won't die at all. it doesn't feel like all the loose ends would be tied up if she did (watch as she dies at the hands of someone i didn't mention on this list.)

5. Vehan does some insane shit

this actually isn't me pushing my let Vehan go batshit crazy agenda. i mean insane as in he's going to have a major battle or show off some huge feat of power.

extra points if it happens in front of Riadne.

i think the best case scenario is a Riadne vs Vehan fight scene.

6. Who's the big bad?

see this is more of a discussion than a prediction cause i know Riadne's our main antagonist but i feel like there might be an overarching one as well.

easiest answer to this is Cosmin, and honestly, yeah it probably is him. however, Luck seems like they have a good head on them and that they might stop him from doing anything that would harm Arlo, so i actually think that maybe, just maybe it's someone else.

Fate, maybe? i'm not sure, but it seems we don't like them.

it could be another one of the titans but i'm not too sure they'd introduce a completely new major antagonist by the fourth book.

7. Theo has a bigger role.

there's no evidence no nothing i'm just manifesting stfu

[bl3ssed-cursxd]

Did You Ever See Me As Your Brother?

Blind TVN, Blind 2022, Blind Kdrama, Oneshot

Ryu Sung Joon & Ryu Sung Hoon

notes: posted on ao3 as well. this show literally destroyed me anyways here's the oneshot i claimed id post like uh 6+ months ago ?? idek anymore. they may be slightly OOC but oh well 🤡

link to ao3: Did You Ever See Me As Your Brother?

Word count: 711

"Father, you are under arrest for attempted murder," Ryu Sung Joon said as he put the handcuffs on his own father. "You have the right to remain silent, you have a right to an attorney..."

Rain poured upon the three, including Ryu Sung Hoon who was still on the ground. After making sure his father was cuffed properly, Sung Joon got up and went over to his brother. He felt so betrayed and furious—Sung Hoon was working with Yoon Jae the entire time?

"Are you happy now?" Sung Joon scoffed. "It turned out the way you wanted to."

Silence. Spare for the rain hitting the ground. It was too loud.

Sung Joon balled his fists, hands trembling.

"Are you happy now?!" he shouted, hating the silence. For once, his brother had nothing to say. Well, how could one possibly excuse lying to him for so many years?

In a fit of rage, he went and pulled Sung Hoon up by the front of his shirt. He braced himself for the one final question he had.

The question he was scared to ask. Or rather, the answer he was terrified to hear.

"Did you-" Sung Joon took deep breaths, the adrenaline of forcing the gun out of his father's hands from earlier wearing off. "Ever, just once ," his voice took on a pleading tone, "think of me as your brother?"

Sung Hoon finally snapped. "What do you take me for?"

"ANSWER ME!" Sung Joon shook him. Perhaps he was being selfish, there were more pressing matters to get to, like taking his father and brother to the station, but he had to know.

Did Sung Hoon really hate him? Has he ever truly cared about him?

"You thought I didn't because Yoon Jae told you, don't you?" Sung Hoon asked simply. Sung Joon wanted to pull out his hair in frustration.

"You came from Hope Welfare Center."

"Scary men there would hurt you."

"Don't tell our parents or they'll send you back there."

The necklace.

"I gave you that necklace because I think of you as my real brother."

"You're still pathetic, though," with a hint of a smile.

"You said you gave that necklace to me because you considered me as your real brother!" Sung Joon screamed, voice breaking. He pushed Sung Hoon away and made him fall right back on the ground. "Why did you lie? Why did you make me get my hopes up?"

"Ryu Sung Joon!" Sung Hoon shouted, wincing and bringing a hand to the wound on his side. "Stop speaking nonsense, I didn't lie. Why are you being like this?"

"If you meant it, why did you lie and make me believe I was adopted? That I was Yoon Jae?" Sung Joon couldn't help it, his eyes watered. The tears threatened to spill. He shook his head vigorously. No need to make himself look more pathetic.

He was already practically begging his brother to love him—like a child.

"I… I projected my… experiences onto you," Sung Hoon admitted. "I’m… You didn't deserve that. I understand if you never forgive me. I’m… I’m sorry,” he swallowed.

Sung Joon stared at him, feeling hyper aware of the sounds of the ocean waves behind them. The sounds of the waves, almost calming if it weren't for the situation at hand. The pitter patter of the rain, how his clothes stuck to his body. He felt sick. Sick to his stomach.

His brother disgusted him, but at the same time, he apologized. Sung Hoon never apologized. Granted, perfect Ryu Sung Hoon never had a reason to. Their parents adored him, Sung Hoon was never the one recklessly getting into fights and trouble.

Why would he have apologized before?

“You… you tricked me,” Sung Joon whispered, voice breaking. “Why did you have to lie?”

“How much do you… recall? Those memories… Yoon Jae w-” Sung Hoon began, but the second Yoon Jae’s name came out of his mouth, Sung Joon snapped.

"It's always Yoon Jae!" Sung Joon let out an unamused huff of laughter. "Yoon Jae this, Yoon Jae that! Has it always been about Yoon Jae? Your real brother?”

"At some point in time," Sung Hoon exhaled, pushing himself off the ground. “It stopped being about Yoon Jae.”

HAHA THE END MY MOTIVATION ENDED THERE

might make pt 2?? but last time i said that it never happened so honestly imma just say Inshallaah 🤠

[stellarcollisionfic]

tell me about Jade. I love her I want to know More

🥹 thank you for letting me rant about my girl 💕

Jade Walker: Character Info/HC’s

- Jade is 28 at the start of Stellar Collision. This is important because Jade is very personal to me and I feel like I don’t know what’s going on (in my 20’s as well 🥲). She’s old enough for there to be an expectation that she knows what she wants out of life, but she is hopelessly lost prior to finding Constellation. (Get it? A “Constellation”helping her find her way??? …I’ll see myself out)

-On the subject, she’s definitely more morally gray than Sarah (but who isn’t?). She made bad choices in her youth. It was important to me that she actually had a relatively happy and comfortable home life, because that kind of adds to her dilemma- she’s not forced into this life of crime that she lived before Sarah. She chose it, and has regrets. She lives in fear of the fact that it’s too late for redemption, or for her to be a productive member of society, despite how young she truly is. A lot of the times we have the orphaned protagonist, or the one with bad familial relations- but Jade is solely responsible for taking the easy way out plenty of times in her past, and now it’s coming back to haunt her. Originally, I considered having her father be a potentially injured vet in the colony war- to give her a motivation to have made all these egregious decisions for financial comfort, but I decided against it.

-Still, Jade does send the majority of her credits to her parents because, in some twisted sense, she wants to be good. She simply doesn’t know how, with her particular skillset, until Sarah and Constellation come along. Now, she has a greater purpose. Unfortunately, it’s far greater than she ever could have imagined. But hey…be careful what you wish for, right?

Personality

-Jade is seemingly confident, perhaps a little arrogant at times. She’s young enough still to have that carefree, somewhat reckless sense about her. She’s very playful and wry with her sense of humor. She’s a flirt through and through, and of course, attracted to older women- or women in authority, at any rate- (though she does seem to resent any kind of authority. Take that as you will). She’s definitely my coolest OC. She thinks Constellation is a very lovable collection of nerds (Andreja being the exception!) Though, she does manage to act like a nervous bumbling idiot in front of Sarah a few times, anyway.

-Jade is definitely an athlete, and her favorite way to work out is to fuck Sarah silly train with Andreja. 😊

- Her style has always been classic cool- black, leather, jeans, the works. Her hair is definitely longer than in the pfp- but that’s as close as we’re getting in-game. I think Rosamund and Eiza (from I care a a lot) are decently close to how I’d envision them.

-She may appear morally ambiguous, but she’s kind. Understanding, given her past. She’s Andreja’s best friend for a reason- she clocks constellation’s micro-aggressions towards Andreja or the Va’Ruun from time to time, and she lets them hear it. She’s good with Sona- even stopping to buy her clothes of her own while she was still injured from Cassiopeia. She is ambiguous regarding the law, justice, deeper topics- though she doesn’t condone harming innocent people or going a murder spree or anything atrocious like that.

-Jade’s fears are as follows:

1. She fears she’s irredeemable. That she’s already wasted her life and accomplished nothing, lying to her parents about how she’s been supporting them prior to Constellation and carrying great shame.

2. She’s afraid of dying. Self explanatory, and obviously due to the powers eating away at her. She’s young. She’s terrified. She doesn’t want to show it.

3. She’s afraid of losing Sarah. She chose Sarah over Sam, point blank. She’d do frightening things for Sarah- things Sarah herself would not approve of.

4. She doesn’t want to die without marrying Sarah properly 🥺💔 it’s the only thing she desperately needs before her time runs out. Those pesky Starborn and the damn UC seem intent on letting her do so, I’m afraid. She’s already made arrangements for her parents, already offered Sarah her galacticat plushie. All that’s left is tying the knot. She wants to be Jade Morgan very fucking badly.

Jade and Sarah

-At first, the attraction is simple: Jade hates authority, Sarah infuriates Jade, Jade is turned on by her intensity but yells right back, Sarah is turned on by her intensity (and insolence 😭)

Rinse and repeat.

-As their relationship progresses, Jade looks up to Sarah. She starts to burn for Sarah’s approval, willing to change her stubborn approach to life because this woman believes in her. This woman knows of her wrong-doing and still wants to give her a chance. She spends more time with Sarah. Starts teasing her more, they become friendly. It is then that Jade realizes she wants more than Sarah’s approval as a boss. She wants Sarah. Badly.

-On the topic of sex: they switch, obviously. I think Sarah’s more experienced, given her age- but Jade isn’t too far behind. Jade is a naturally jealous person- especially for Sarah’s affections. So this talk of “Aja” makes her so sour at the beginning 😭. She’s had a few prior relationships of note- mainly Capt. Marquez (who turned out to be a real one!!!) (Sarah does not love that). I think Jade talks a big game but Sarah is absolutely wearing the pants in the bedroom (and maybe their relationship, to an extent). Jade is something of a service top- but that’s not entirely accurate because Sarah has her way with her a lot, too. Just depends on the occasion 😏

-Jade’s dream bedroom fantasy involves Sarah in nothing but her jacket and an entire floor of a building to themselves so she can put her powers to use on the one thing that matters: Pleasuring Sarah Morgan.

-I think Sarah is everything Jade isn’t, and that’s why they work so well together. Sarah is neat, meticulous, everything she does is calculated, formal, rooted in logic. She NEEDS to believe in the law, needs to believe in order. Jade doesn’t. Jade acts with her heart, never her damn head 😭💀 she’s impulsive, reckless, and disregards facts that don’t serve her cause. She also challenges Sarah and Walter on many things, initially. But she has SUCH a capacity for love, for affection, for doing the right thing. And Sarah just…can’t stop thinking about her 🥹💕

-They give each other a second chance. They give each other unconditional love, guidance, laughter, and yes- sometimes anger 😅 but it only fuels their ever-growing attraction to one another. Jade thinks Sarah is the catch of a lifetime- and she is. Sarah thinks Jade is a brilliant, beautiful, stubborn, sexy idiot whom she absolutely cannot live without. She relies on Jade so much- the idea of having to raise Sona alone scares the shit out of her.

-From Sarah, Jade learns that she has so much to offer. She can be good. She can contribute and have a family of her own. The price, unfortunately, is staggering. Jade learns from Sarah that the true joy lies not in the destination, but the journey. She’s terrified, but…making peace with her inevitable ending. She got to live, to love, she protected Sarah…she’s come a long way. She can die happy, if it means Sarah’s going to be okay. She finally feels as if she has a path in front of her…though it’s not the one she expected.

-Sarah, on the other hand? She’d rather die before she lets go of Jade. Without Jade, she is a shell of herself- reduced to whoever she was before she ever returned to Cassiopeia and put that to rest. She’s learned so much from Jade- being skeptical of her formerly beloved UC, for instance. Sarah is all that stands between the UC and the FC in what is sure to be another full-scale war.

Without Jade by her side…the task is near impossible.

Sarah is NOT going to let her fiancée slip away into nothingness. Though it seems she won’t be afforded a choice.

However this ends, it sure is going to go out with a *bang*!!! 🫠

Here is Jade in the enhance lounge (but we pretend it’s her getting her diagnosis at the clinic instead lol 🥺💔)

And some obligatory gallery shots if you made it this far ☺️

[inu-jiru]

TORIEL RANT INCOMING:

So, a couple years back, I wrote a disorganized rant about why I was frustrated with Toriel’s character in Undertale, and what I’ve seen in the anniversary post (as well as Deltarune) show me that my issues with Toriel still exist. And before I say anything else, I KNOW that Undertale is about a bunch of flawed characters. I KNOW that know one is meant to be perfect. I KNOW that characters have flaws. My issue is, how am I expected to care about a character who won’t acknowledge her flaws while constantly pointing out the flaws of others?

My issue with Toriel is her lack of accountability and how she’s seemingly untouchable by the rest of the cast when it comes to criticism. For a game that rewards mercy and grace, she constantly denies it from others (Asgore mostly, but he’s not the only example), and is honestly has quite a nasty personality behind those butterscotch pies. I’m not saying she’s secretly some evil witch or something, but she’s far less likeable to me because she’s coddled by the narrative and no one challenges her flawed way of thinking. I hate to do this, because I believe that Toby Fox is a more competent writer than Vivziepop, but Toriel kinda reminds me of Stolas in that regard, and I already despise Stolas as a character, the lack of self-awareness, shifting blame onto others, no one in the narrative actually calling them out and acting all chummy despite barely knowing them, and a spouse who takes the fandom’s ire. I know that Stella is (badly) written to be a one-note villain to justify Stolas’ behavior, and while I extend Stella grace because of that unfortunate fact, I can’t be as kind to Toriel because I know she could be written better.

I favor Asgore as a character because he takes accountability not only for himself, but for his people. He was angry when he announced the war; I can’t imagine any parent would be rational the second after the murder of their kid. I see Toriel’s running away in a similar light, or at least, I want to. The thing stopping me is that there doesn’t seem to be any realization on her part that she was upset or that Asgore, the father of her murdered child, might not have been in the best state of mind when he made that order. She seems to forget the man she married and is content to label him and, to a lesser extent, the rest of the Underground, as the evil ones, while ironically being quiet should Frisk murder a Froggit on front of her or show up to her house covered in dust. For the brains behind the throne, she’s a bit dense, and I can’t tell if that’s a writing issue or simply a character flaw.

It frustrates me that her black-and-white way of thinking is never challenged throughout the game and how she’s allowed to lecture Asgore and lord over others despite giving up her place as Queen. To be fair, the only member of the main cast I could realistically see calling her out for appearing out of nowhere and taking over is Undyne, given how she rebels against Toriel in one of the endings. In the pacifist ending, though, she’s weirdly chill with her possible partner being fired over a genuine mistake in an effort to find a peaceful alternative to SOUL collecting. The characterization seems off between the Pacifist and Neutral endings, and Asgore is similar, as he seems far more self-aware and thoughtful and quick to adopt Frisk in the neutral runs, while he’s a whimpering coward who can’t make decisions the second Toriel appears. Again, I don’t know if these are genuine character flaws or just issues with the writing itself.

I think I’d like Toriel better had she:

1. Done a better job of actually protecting the humans, because it seems like she either just is useless at watching them or waits for the very last second to swoop in and play the hero, like with Frisk.

2. Gone WITH Frisk to ensure their safety as the last SOUL required instead of just abandoning them for her own feelings (honestly, she seems like she only really cares when it’s convenient, otherwise it’s out of sight, out of mind), and maybe actually seeing how Asgore provided his people with hope while compromising and playing the long game.

3. Stayed in the Underground and stuck with her morals rather than moving to the surface and enjoying the benefits that OTHERS had to sacrifice their morals for.

4. Was called out by Undyne in the True Pacifist Run, or at least challenged for appearing out of nowhere because, realistically, only Sans knows who she is, and even that’s pushing it. Sure she’d probably double down on her own flawed logic, but at least the issue of her abandoning her people would actually be addressed and not ignored because “tee hee Soriel! tee hee Undyne and Alphys are gonna kiss!!!”

And just to touch on Asgore really quickly, I’m not saying how he went about things was the perfect solution, but there is no squeaky-clean way to handle the situation of the Barrier. Like it or not, 7 people are required to die if the Barrier is to be broken, since the experiments were a bust in the worst way possible. The thing is, I don’t see why it couldn’t have been a plot point that Asgore raised the humans himself. I get that they wanted to make it ambiguous as to if he was a scary monster like Toriel describes him, or a soft baby like the kingdom claims, but it could’ve worked. Have Asgore shift his decree when he’s more rational to capturing humans and having them delivered to him to “deal with”. Not everyone would follow this, realistically, because some are far more murder-happy than others (gotta put those combat encounters somewhere), but imagine Frisk going around and hearing about the humans being sent off to Asgore and never been seen again, Asgore banning entrance his house to honor his lost family, but still going out and being the friendly king he truly wants to be. All the while, he raises up the humans who choose to seek peace with him, and those who act violently are the ones who face an early end. Make it a parallel to Toriel’s shoebox of different sized shoes, and Asgore’s basement of different sized graves. I don’t know, I guess what I’m saying is neither character was really given much time to properly be explored. I still enjoy the game and it’s impact on me, but it’s definitely not perfect. I have much more I could rant about, but I’d be here all night.

Deltarune!Toriel and Asgore are hard to watch, honestly. Asgore feels like even more of a brainless idiot who’s only character traits are being divorced and poor, while Toriel comes off as one of those overbearing Christian moms who clutch their pearls at everything, which is…definitely a choice. Just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I want to like Toriel, I do. Hell, even during my hardcore Asgoriel days, I would actually write Toriel finally gaining some self-awareness and gaining some more nuance to her character, while Asgore actually learns to stand up for himself and not put up with Toriel’s passive-aggressiveness despite still loving her. Maybe I should write something about it for old time’s sake.

Anyway, that’s it for now. This is just my thoughts, agree or disagree if you want.

[barbiegirldream]

all the satosugu shippers going all “ohhhhh doomed lovers” over the recent chapter has me like. I can’t find the ask I sent to you way back when but it was “their relationship is more like geto is the ex who breaks into the house and tries to kill gojo’s kids”. also shoutout to the people drawing art of those two reuniting. very lovely but that man is not in heaven.

Like tbf Gojo also committed mass murder so he in hell too but Gojo's mass murder was in defense of his kids. I recently saw someone say Gojo didn't care about the civilians in the train station and I feel like I'm reading a different story. He pushed himself to the absolute breaking point to save as many people as he could. Gojo has Never wanted to kill innocent people. With the cult they paid for a girl to die and Gojo wasn't sure if they should kill them or not. He had no particular desire to do it that's why he asked. His emotions were so muted under his euphoria high. So when he was told there was no point he shrugged and moved on but that was not Gojo in a normal state of mind. Geto was so hung up on the fact that Gojo Could kill everyone he never considered if Gojo Would or even if he Should <- which was Gojo's question

Geto is the one who simply views all humans as "monkeys" who he should be allowed to kill. And I am sick to death of the Gojo would have followed Geto anywhere posts when he Didn't. He literally let Geto walk away and decided it wasn't his responsibility to try and save him. Unlike Megumi and Yuji's dedication and devotion to each other. And the moment Geto set foot out of line Gojo took him out. Gojo misses his best friend from high school. Note how Gojo remembers everyone in heaven from when he was a teenager and they sit there and mock him and his growth bc they never knew Sensei Gojo. Yeah... anyways I think people took their cruetly to Gojo at face value instead of reading the story and seeing that Gojo was a grown man who chose his children over Everything.

And tbc you're never doomed to get into eugenics. Geto had a decade of self reflection on it and came to the conclusion he'd kill a teenager who was a sorcerer as his first big genocide move. Which to any genocide studiers out there you Know the 'target' is never the end. Genocidal people become obsessed will culling and anyone becomes a target. Sorcerers who didn't fall in line were very clearly on Geto's chopping block. And Gojo's gamble was a Terrible one because without Yuta's amazing RCT that he didn't even know he had Maki and Inumaki were 100% dead. Panda could have prolly been restuffed.

And I hate Hate comparisons like Geto was a good parental figure. He tooks those girls and bathed them in blood and turned them into monsters. Surronded them by bigotry, hatred, murder, and plans for genocide. Gojo took his kids and put himself as a shield in front of them. To get to his kids you had to get him out of the way. And Gojo more than anything wanted to give them a childhood of school and friends and baseball and relying on each other. Note Gojo trying to make the 2nd years leave because he wasn't even sure if killing the higher ups was right but he can't go away and leave them to hurt the kids again But he also doesn't want the kids to see him kill. Yeah. Geto said wow sorcerers dying for each other my dream?? Which dude Gojo helped raise this generation of sorcerers and you fucked off to make a cult that accomplished nothing and then scattered to the winds. And only one of them was even useful enough for Gojo to track down to help Yuta.

Geto died for genocidal bloodlust. Gojo died for his students.

[theroundbartable]

Friendly reminder that the abortion laws are not about whether a baby lives or not. It's about who makes the decision if it does.

And if the decision is not made by the mother, it's made by people who don't have to live with the consequences of that decision.

The abortion law doesn't 'just' affect women who simply decided they don't want kids. They affect any pregnant person. Because it takes away the parent's choice and it takes away their safety net. If your baby dies in the eighth month, the abortion law will prevent that its removed before it's time. If you were raped, you will have to carry out the child of your aggressor. You're 11 and the father of your baby is your uncle? That's not the babies fault, is it? It's either you live or the baby's? Congratulations, the mother's life is not protected by the abortion law, the baby's is.

What do you think will happen if the safe option to abort a child are gone?

If you have a violent partner who's been abusing you and insists you don't have that child? You have to endure being kicked to miscarriage while doctors try to save your child? You have to drink poison, like they did in the middle ages? That's on you and you will be imprisoned for doing that. (Not to mention that aftercare after a miscarriage will be a grey area in the medical field then)

And what happens to the unwanted children? Foster care? Isn't that an already overwhelmed system? Aren't they being abandoned by the state at the state they are in?

You may think now: but the abortion law is more nuanced than that. Is it? Is it really, or does it 'just' make it harder for all these cases to be taken seriously? If a judge has to confirm your choice, how many months do you think that will take?

Look, I am all for, talk this through with a psychologist and a doctor first, but the choice should always be the biological parent who carries out the child!

If you're asking me 'when is a child a child, where do you draw the line, a phetus is still alive' I have a rather simple answer. If the baby is removed from the mother and can survive (with assistance) mostly on its own without shutting down, that's where I'd put the line. That's when it stops being part of the mother's literal body. Because that's where it stops needing the literal physical connection through venes and blood and hormones and stuff. But I will also say that I'm not a doctor and this is my personal opinion and of course this needs to be discussed. But this is a discussion for when abortion is legal.

People who tell you abortion needs to be illegal are people who think of this law as a mass child murder. And that's really not what it is.

In fact, most people whom they are raging against in front of the clinics are women who go there for medical care and family planning.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. Just a few examples I've read about or that I sometimes see in shows that try to educate you on this specific subject. You don't have to agree with all that I said. But think about it.

When right wing people ask you: 'would you, personally, really abort a child? A baby? A human life? You're killing it!' Be mindful that this question is ironic. Because in the end, they don't care about your opinion, they want to take away that same choice they are giving you, from everyone, including the people whose life depends on it.

(P.S.A. (to be transparent): I have not read the laws that actually concern anti abortion laws, so whatever nuance this has, I admit, I am unaware of it. And I'm struggling to imagine how a law like that could be anything but absolute. I took comments from people's 'opinions' I saw online and drew a logical conclusion there to show you what problems can arise from that alone.)

shout out to tim walz who essentially said “it’s none of my fucking business if a woman gets an abortion. but if they dont we’re making sure that kid is fed and housed and if they do we’re making sure they’re taken care of and surviving”

[violetgarlends]

“But also just. damn. poor Xie Ying. She’s like 13 (which is already bad enough on its own) and already a little freshly traumatized after seeing her Baba murder someone in front of her. And then her parents get into their first really big fight of her life, and now she can’t even talk to her Mama about it.”

This is the perfect start to the downfall.

During a court session, someone is executed for some reason and Xie Ying yelps in shock and jumps and of course that triggers all of Feng Xin’s maternal and bodyguard instincts and stands up and yells at Xie Lian. And of course that makes everyone go even more silent than they already were. Not even noticing or caring, he takes Xie Ying and leaves the room. Xie Lian is completely silent and still. Not a good sign. Eventually he dismisses everyone and obviously everyone knows what’s coming and dips.

FX turns a corner to go to his rooms and runs straight into a pissed off Xie Lian.

“Who in all the realms gave you permission to leave, Feng Xin?”

“I-“

“And just who gave you permission to speak to me like that in front of the entire court? Do tell. I would like to meet him.”

“Husband, please it was just-“

“A slip? You know better than that. Losing your composure and lashing out at me-“

“You were SCARING HER! You still are! What in the hells made you think it was okay to kill someone in front of Xie Ying?!”

“She is the Crown Princess. I am preparing her! That is the harsh truth of the world! You should know this better than anyone!”

“Yes, I do. Which is why I’m so fucking pissed at you doing that!”

“Watch your tone, Feng Xin.”

“No, Dianxia. I’m not going to give in and let you do this shit again! Not to our Xie Ying!”

“……..What did you just call me?”

Ahhhhh!!!!!! oh my god I love it. Anon you are so good at writing dialogue. omg. everything about this is so much fun

I love Feng Xin just, immediately jumping to defend his daughter as soon as she’s gets scared. That’s so sweet, despite all the horrors. Also an extremely ballsy move on Xie Lian’s part to execute someone in front of Xie Ying while Feng Xin is there. I will blame him entirely for all of this. What the fuck dude. How did you think this would go?????

Feng Xin taking her and leaving is such a power move. I know it’s going to end badly for both of them, but I simply have to respect how determined he is to protect his daughter over everything else. Xie Ying is the most important thing in his life and it shows

I have to wonder if Mu Qing is in the court room during the blow up. tbh he’s probably the servant that Xie Lian makes clean up the bloody mess. All he’ll be able to do is try and focus on his work, worrying about what Xie Lian will do the whole time.

The things that’s really getting me is that Xie Ying is there during their blowup fight. She’s already upset and shaking and close to tears while Feng Xin is trying to get her out of there. Xie Lian showing up, and their big argument happening is just going to make everything so much worse for her.

I kind of get the feeling that, even though there’s always been a lot of tension between Xie Lian and Feng Xin, she hasn’t really seen her parents fight all that much. Even when they would have spats during her childhood, she was probably a bit more oblivious.

And Xie Lian is always so much gentler and kinder with her than with others. Seeing him turn on Feng Xin like that would be so upsetting for her.

Then they’ll be split up afterwards when Feng Xin is put into his confinement :( That’s going to be so painful for both of them