#( yet people judge her and call her a bad father. )

[lemon-lime-behavior]

Yes please!! Explain more! I’m so invested in the story and kids!!!!! Also thank you for being kind 🩷

No problem!!

welp, okay, put extremely simply and probably just a little bit wrong too because its been a hot minute and I have the memory of a goldfish, here’s the gist of it:

Sanji was born the prince of a kingdome called Germa (though it’s really more of a glorified mercenary group with delusions of being a kingdom) in the North Blue, the third of four quadruplet sons. His father king judge fancied himself a scientist and wanted to make his children into supersoldiers (via genetic modification) that could lead his armies and destroy his enemies. He wanted them to be super strong, fast, have impervious metal skin, be totally obedient and have basically no emotions. Perfect soldiers!

His wife Queen Sora was not stoked about this, especially after seeing what it looked like in their firstborn daughter Reiju, so when Judge tried to pull the same thing with the quadruplets she drank a special syrum to counteract the conditioning. Unfortunately it only worked on one of the princes, Sanji, and the other three (Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji) came out modified and were trained by their father into being perfect little monsters that made Sanji’s childhood a living hell. Sora was super sick fter all that and eventually died when the princes were very young. Long story short Sanji eventually escaped with Reiju’s help, got picked up by Zeff after Tragic Backstory 2: Starvation Rock Boogaloo, and eventually joined the straw hat pirates. Fast forward some more and there’s this whole *thing* that happens with his birth family trying to blackmail him into a political marriage blah blah blah blah he’s eventually rescued but now he’s very worried that due to certain circumstanced, his genetic modifications might have just been dormant and are now awakening within him, and eventually he’ll turn out just like his siblings, which is like, one of his worst nightmares. It hasn’t fully happened yet, but who knows!

So that’s all what happens in canon. What I’m doing in my own little fankids au is imagining that the genetic mutations are in fact dormant in Sanji and while they never fully materialize in him, they do pop up in one of his children, because genetic. So Kuina has black hair (because the mods include hair color changes and if Sanji was fully modified there’s evidence his hair would’ve been black) and she has unbreakable skin and enhanced physical abilities and she has… I guess what can be described as an empathy disorder? Like she experiences emotions differently and isn’t great at understanding/mirroring emotions in others. However, I don’t believe that makes someone a monster. Sanji’s brothers are absolutely terrible people because they were raised to be that way by Judge, who is absolutely a monster himself, entirely of his own volition. Reiju is not as bad as her brothers, because she had some positive influnce from their mother Sora. Kuina is gonna grow up absolutely surrounded by love and a lot of very honorable moral conviction, so while there will be ups and downs, I think she’s gonna be all right.

[saturnsbabyboii]

🫧My experience being friends with the Moon signs 🫧

-Please remember that this is not a reflection of everyone with said placement. The behaviors of a single asshole aren't that of the many (sometimes). Also, I don't/didn't have friends with all Moons. Some would have one person or no specific person, and rather so, I'll be giving general observations.

🫧Taurus Moon🫧

Friend #1: Kind, loving, generous, thoughtful, quiet, slow, and internalizes everything. She is one of my closest friends ever. She is practically the father figure of the group, helping everyone out, protecting them, advocating, giving advice, and making sure that they're set and good. Picky with her friends, many of them are people she has known since childhood, and most are her cousins with very few that aren't related to her. Tech and cyber expert. A big animal and nature lover. She loves her space and peace, she is slow to return texts, hates calls, and has the social battery of a sloth. Good singing voice. Loves video games, and is OBSESSED with whatever she has an interest in. Overall, her emotions are well-regulated, however, as an Earth Moon she rationalizes herself and stays pretty chill, even when she needs to pipe up.

Friend #2: Obsessive, jealous, sensual, persistent, indulgent yet very frugal, and stubborn af. A big-time foodie, he does have quite the appetite. Good singing voice too. Always at the clearance section of 'Bath and Body Works'. Thrifty. Got to have three of the same body spray. Candle queen. Trust issues with a very paranoid outlook on things. A bit greedy. Always asking people to buy them things. Very sexual. Cares for his younger sisters and loves his family and friends.

Friend #3: Big-time nerd. Memes are his only talking reference. Great singing voice and can imitate voices very well. Shy extrovert. Loves animations and even studied to be an animator and designer. Hugger. Big animal lover (he legit has what seems like a zoo of pets at home).

Friend #4: Obsessed with history (especially medieval history). All about death and our relationship with mortality. A literal cat. Isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Goes all in on a subject of interest. Has the same appearance and sense of style as always.

I find Taurus Moons to be very comforting and a joy to be around. They defiantly bring a sense of stability to the relationship, mainly because they're predictable. Not in the "boring" sense but rather that they're people of clear and simple emotions no matter how grand they're in expression, it's pretty clear what they feel, how they feel, and why; Basically, there's no catch or an underbelly to their emotions. Other qualities I have found was that they're pretty aloof, they hate to be intimate with people they barely know, and they actually like fast-paced relationships (only if they really like you), they love to dress simply but chic, and they do have a well known "thing". They always got that "thing" you associate with them and they have it for comfort, like a kid with a blanket or a toy. They also love animals, pastels, the color brown, and karaoke. Hates confrontation and always second guesses their gut feeling. They're also very stubborn and in general, find it much harder to break out of habitual cycles of disconnecting and detachment when shit gets real.

🫧Gemini Moon🫧

Friend #1: Very smart. Great writer and lyricist. Talented musician and singer. Loves people. A bit timid about being in the spotlight. Loves to connect with others over interests, especially art and social issues. Great dresser. Romantic. Bends too fast. Dislikes confrontation but would stand up for a loved one. Bad judge of character (always attracts cheaters and assholes).

Friend #2: Certified L.A.B (lying ass bitch). Says shit for the sake of saying shit. Fake trauma bonding. Leeches off of people. Toxic. Abusive. Always with abusers. Manipulative and hateful. Been around the block. Would do anything for validation. Makes up stories about others to play the role of the victim. (Very likely she has a cluster B personality disorder and no Gemini Moon would claim her.)

I think I have experienced two extremes of this moon, with one being highly and continuously evolving and the other being consistently trash. I am fond of the energy that Gemini has on the moon. There's this innocence that they possess at the core, and it could be the purest and most genuine thing or the biggest fabrication in history. Nonetheless, I do love to be around them and the energy they bring to a relationship. It is always lively, fresh, and new, they'll always come up with something to do with you, and always find a way to spend time and be close to you. They definitely give mixed signals since they tend to be a bit playful, especially in their platonic relationships, and they are very touchy. They're bold and outspoken generally about how they feel. They're less guarded and more likely to share and talk about their problems and their opinions. In contrast, they would rather die than open up about their deep true emotions.

🫧Cancer Moon🫧

Talking about their ex was their favorite pastime. Never misses an important function. Celebrations and social events were considered important. The person that would want to go somewhere but then gets upset because things did not go how they imagined they would. Ruminates on past events and feelings. Vents a lot but also gives you the space to do so. Strong stan on temporary emotions and circumstances. Feels how she feels and doesn't care how others perceive her for it, or what they think about it. Low key ferocious (I live for it though). The only person I know that isn't afraid to publicly voice their boundaries when crossed.

I don't think I met another Cancer Moon besides this person, and we became friends only because we were together in similar classes at uni. Overall, I would say from what I have observed, her relationships with her friends were always great and seemed pretty solid. Romantically though, sis was very challenged, and I don't think it was totally her date's fault. She is an acquired taste and she knows what she wants. Seems very hung up on the idea of meeting expectations and fighting an imaginary clock to get THE perfect life. Good luck with that.

🫧Leo Moon🫧

Creative. Self-motivated. A visionary. The definition of an untamable person. Careful of who they keep company. Lives for an adventure. All about self-expressing, being authentic, and breaking the system. Great philosophical talker. Has true parental instincts. Very comfortable with themselves. Sexual. Great body-mind attunement. Good at mirroring others.

I have heard/read a lot of shit spewing about this placement, but I have to say that I do love to meet them. They're a breath of fresh air. Although I get how they can give an impression of a know it all "I am better than you" life dula, I never detect malice in their approach and usually they're more than respectful if you talk to them about it. They carry the weight of life with such ease, and I envy their perseverance. They definitely love to live life to the fullest. They have their select few friends that they have for a lifetime and like to keep it that way.

🫧Virgo Moon🫧

Never been friends with a Virgo Moon, although not for lack of trying but they themselves are quite apprehensive of bonds with people. They're close to their family and the friends they have they got to know them through school, work, or because they had no other option than to be around you. A molded chaos, and an organized mess. Life runs much faster for them and there's never enough time to finish anything. Despite their tendency to give everything a sense of debilitating urgency, they aren't hypochondriacs. Being strong and well functioning is important to them, as such they take good care of their bodies and surroundings. Oddly spiritual with a devolution to routine rituals. Their emotions are well hidden, they have the hardest exterior to crack. However, they're avid about mental health and wellness. I have also noticed that they tend to lash out, uncharacteristic of them, when they're overwhelmed or feel cornered.

🫧Libra Moon🫧

Friend #1: Very sweet. Bad Bitch™. Always looks good. Best dancer I know. Craves love and relationships. Attracts drama. They are very close to their family. Heavily underestimated. "Legally Blond" but Elle is a Latina that studies medicine. Loves astrology. Takes care of their friendships. Always on the go. Meeting new people all the time.

Friend #2: Pushover. Non-confrontational yet very aggressive. Easily frustrated. Closed minded to different interests. A bit extreme and abrasive. HATES astrology. LOVES the show 'Friends'. Self-critical. Insecure.

A placement that perfectly embodies Libra. Heavenly body and presence. Indecisive as hell. Always stuck in bad relationships. Head is always in the clouds. Romanticizing everything. Walking like they're being filmed. I would say there is an emphasis on companionship and finding "the one" throughout their lives, plus drama is second nature. They might be used to drama so much so that they lose sense of their boundaries and self, in turn making them vulnerable to manipulation and abuse. Their "all about me" era is like no other and is a true turning point in their lives. They seem to thrive when are surrounded by masculinity and masculine people, or overall very competitive and cut-throat environment. They use being underestimated to their advantage.

🫧Scorpio Moon🫧

"Me, myself and I". Paranoid as hell. Big spender. Artistic. Good at portrait sketching. Dresses well. Loves drama. Is the drama. Tone deaf. Low-key ungrateful. An immense sense of self-importance. Passive aggressive. PETTY. Mature exterior with very childish interests. Hypercritical of everything, including themselves.

"Jesus take the wheel" was made as a phrase for dealing with a Scorpio Moon. I get the fragility and being highly emotional and sensitive, that I read about. However, I mostly find them to be disagreeable and pensive. You never know what is the truth, so I assume everything is a lie, and if it's the truth then there must be a catch. They would wake up and the day already sucks. They love to surround themselves with expensive things. It's uncomfortable to be around a placement that seems to believe their own projections and preconceived notions of others rather than getting to know people, or maybe just mind their own business. I would say though that having a Scorpio Moon is probably unpleasant, but I have seen worse happen to other placements with "favorable" moons. And of course, I am talking about the ones that I have met and not every single Scorpio Moon out there.

🫧Sagittarius Moon🫧

Friend #1: Life of the party (actually the life of life). Loves to laugh. Comfortable with everyone. Always hype. Smokes like a chimney. Either brave or stupid. Hype. Frequent dealings with older guys. No chills. Loves to play with friends. Car hangouts over going into places. Funny on the outside, sad on the inside.

Friend #2: Very smart. Tarot mogul. Always a good time. Great convorsaitonlist. A softie. Very sensitive. Expressive.

Friend #3: Would cut a bitch. A true ride or die. A person you want to be on her good side. An unofficial dominatrix. Sweet but feisty. Loves her cat. Always lit. Would do anything for her friends. A good bullshit detector.

A favorite of mine, it is very hard not to like a Sag moon. They're so caring of others and are always making sure that you're good and having a good time. They're the type of person to trust if you're in a bar or a club. I would say that there is a very sad side to them under all that happiness. They're always anxious, which is probably why they don't sleep or eat very well. They also get a lot of migraines. If they open up then they really really really trust you (which is important to them since they can vibe and hang out with anyone but barely trust). They usually have a much calmer Earth sun best friend. I would say that they act much older than their when young but then seem to stay stuck on childish cycles of defensiveness and escapism as they get older.

🫧Capricorn Moon🫧

Friend #1: Artistic and crafty. Resilient. Capable of being very sweet and stern. Good with money, planning, and organizing. Maticolus. Conscious and realistic about their growth and development. Loves animals. Loves to be active in nature. A strong believer in karma.

Friend #2: A true powerhouse. Wonderwoman. My mentor and only real-life role model. An established businesswoman. Rags to riches. Despite having a physical disability she can drive, open pickle jars, do lifts and push up, plus she is a fashion designer that can sew. All of that with one arm. A fighter through and through.

Never had the privilege of being friends with many Capricorn Moons but I have known quite a few and some are very close friends of my family. A rough start in life. They really do take time to peak, however, the glow-up is real. Least spiritual Moon sign. Not egotistical or cold as I read so often. Quite warm and welcoming actually. They might be borderline Darwinists when it comes to the importance of human life and mortality. Believers of hard work and initiative. Lovers and fighters. Silent passion. When young, their relationship with their mother can be described as codependent, and their relationship with their father is strained with a sense of animosity. However, with time the roles seem to slowly reverse. Regardless, their family defenatliy takes precedence throughout their lives. They value respect more than anything else.

🫧Aquarius Moon🫧

Friend #1: Devoted to volunteer work and other people. The "fixer" type. Wants to be needed. Self-help books are all they read. Their interests and style are influenced by the people they're hanging out with. Accidentally (or maybe not) trauma bond with others. Desires to be a leader. Emotions focused. Worries about their reputation a lot. No luck with love. And also in friendship. Many friends, very few that are close, and only one has been consistent so far. Loves to have hangouts with large groups.

Friend #2: Music is their soul. Hippie. Loves acting. "center of attention". Dress based on aesthetics. TikTok addict. Interested in astrology and spirituality. Cold. Performative.

Friend #3: Know-it-all. Bad at expressing themself. No filter. Self-centered. Radical thinking. "Everyone is stupid". Loves to stand out. Learned how to finish a Rubix cube just to show it off. Having low grades is a "red flag" to him. Has a strong desire to be loved, yet none to give it back.

Friend #4: All about the drama and lights. Emotionally explosive at times. Hiding behind a facade. Loves to meet different people. Business savvy. Guarded but would give you their heart once they let it down. Displays emotions as anger when in reality they're scared. Superficial connections to others are more prevalent.

Generally, these people are dynamic and quite sociable. They're people focused in the best and worst ways possible. There is a constant desire to change surroundings (and at times help others change and grow) but they themselves tend to be relatively rigid at the core. Impressionistic (even though they would probably deny it). Self-image is usually not the reality (this could manifest in being overconfident or self-critical). They love to work with their hands a lot and do much better when working with others in comparison to working alone. They are altruistic but aren't attentive to others' desires; as a result, they believe they know better about everything and "what is best" depending on the situation. Imitates emotions rather than naturally expressing them.

🫧Pisces Moon🫧

Another very close friend of mine. Hard to read. Intelligent. People smart. Their friends are family. Uncomfortable with expressing their emotions, yet a good listener. Extroverted introvert. Loves to go out and meet people. Likes to club, going to parties, playing video games, and trying out new things. Loyal. Tough shell, soft heart. Doesn't give a flying fuck about what strangers think of them. Trophy hunter. A very realistic and pragmatic view of the world. Melancholic. They are perceived as troubled when they're just quiet. Low-key altruistic.

This Moon sign is not as bubbly as I have heard about it. They're hard to pinpoint as they usually come off as either Aquarius or Scorpio Moons. They tend to go through much more emotional turmoil, especially as children. They have a floaty feel to them. They feel a lot but nothing at once. They are usually witnesses to harm done to others and suffer losses related to other people rather be it themselves directly, which contributes to a sense of isolation from their peers. They do definitely grow into brave people that face life despite all the baggage they seem to drag around. By far the moon sign that takes the longest to open up honestly and completely, although they do experience spats of anxiety from time to time. Also FOOOOODDDD. They love food and everything that brings them comfort. Vices.

🫧Aries Moon🫧

Very emotional yet not expressive. Dedicated and strong-willed (she is a pediatrician). Hung up on "the one that got away". A true badass. So pretty yet so sad. Her dogs are her babies. Always choosing violence. Femme fatal that drives a Jeep Wrangler.

Emotions that cut deeper than a sword. They seem to compensate for emotional and inner needs with material things and career achievements. Very intimidating when you meet them at first, as they appear put together and quite the expert in their field. They spiral downwards if life doesn't go their way. Personally, I think this moon sign is the most emotionally rigid. Not for their lack of desire to change but rather that they get stuck on what their heart desire and can't seem to see or want anything other than that thing or person that they can't get. They also seem hellbent on trying to control what we can't control, such as the past, other people, and unforeseen misfortune. Highly upkeep on their exterior. Needs some form of vice to process emotions, usually it's smoking and drinking. They tend to be their parents favorite.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 13/?

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Damian was wired up. He would be fidgeting if it weren’t for his years of training. He was worried for Danyal. The blast and the fight knocked him out cold, and Damian could do nothing. He could still see the smoke smoldering from his twin’s body.

Jasmine hummed as she brought out some coffee and tea leaves.

“What do you guys prefer?”

“We’re fine,” Richard said in a tight voice.

“Nothing for me,” Father said.  

“Hmm, if you say so. I think I’ll make some tea. Damian, do you want any?”

Damian couldn’t take her nonchalant attitude anymore. He brought his fist down to the table, making the few dishes rattle.

“How can you be blasé about things when Danyal is hurt? You say you’re his older sister, yet here you are, worried about drinking tea instead of him!”

Jazz didn’t have the decency to react to Damian’s outburst. She continued making her tea calmly.

“Okay, then, no tea for you.”

She sat down on the table and sipped her tea.

“I’m not worried because I know Danny. He’s been through worse and has come through the other side. He’s strong. Besides, I gave him a shot of ecto-dejected; that’s the green goo injection. It’ll jump-start his advanced healing and make him come back quicker. He needs rest right now; there’s nothing more I can do than wait now.”

Jasmine put down her tea.

“Besides, the way you’re judging me is rich coming from you, don’t you think ibn al Xu'ffasch?”

Jasmine continued drinking her tea as everyone else at the table tensed. She knew—she knew about their nightlife. Danyal must’ve told her.

“What do you mean by saying that name,” father asked.

“I think you know exactly what it means.” 

“He told you,” Richard accused.

“Don’t be so surprised. Danny eventually tends to tell me all his secrets. He trusts me. I know everything about his past—about how his so-called family treated him,” Jasmine looked straight at Damian while she said that.

“That’s not fair. Damian didn’t know any better; he was raised by bad people.”

“I suppose you’re right, but he’s out of that environment now and still trying to impose his will on Danny. He doesn’t want to leave us, yet you’re trying to take away his right to choose and make him go with you and your family.”

“It’s not just my family. It’s Danyal’s, too. What claim do you have on my brother? None.”

“Damian,” father said his name as a warning.

“No, we’re his blood family. That has to mean more than a family who has been following him around to kill him.”

“Blood meant nothing when he was kicked out of the only life he has ever known. We took him in and loved him. Are you saying that chosen family isn’t as strong or stronger than blood relations,” she asked while looking at Richard.

“That’s not fair! Leave my family out of this,” Damian said.

“Hypocrite,” Jasmine said.

“What,” Damian asked while taking out one of his knives, “did you say?”

“Hypocrite,” she repeated while finishing her tea. She got up and had the gall to turn her back to Damian.

“Danny is going to wake up soon,” she said with certainty, “I say we go back.”

She paused for a moment.

“I’ll let you guys decide what to tell my parents, but don’t treat them like idiots. If you don’t want to tell them about your nightlife, that is your right. Tell them there are things you can’t tell them but don’t lie and don’t twist the truth, or I will butt in, got it?”

She left them in the kitchen. Damian would admit it to himself only, but she was right. He was a hypocrite. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t bring his twin home.

____

Danny was floating. He was in a dark, warm space with twinkling lights resembling stars above him. He didn’t want to leave. He knew he would have to face…something when he woke up. He didn’t know what, but Danny knew it would be bad.

Danny could feel his surroundings melting away, leaving reality behind. He tried to hold on to his dark blanket as long as he could, but, unfortunately, it ended. Danny opened his eyes and saw two pairs of worried eyes.

His parents.

His parents who hated ghosts.

His parents who now knew his deepest secret.

He was Phantom, their enemy.

Danny was about to beg for forgiveness when he felt his parents’ arms around him.

“Oh, honey buns, we are so sorry,” his mom whispered.

“Dann-o, no words will ever be enough to express how sorry I am,” his dad said.

Danny scrunched his eyebrows, confused.

“Mom, dad, what—what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? We’re asking for forgiveness,” mom said, his dad nodding his head vigorously.

“Yeah, no amount of apologizing will ever erase the pain we caused you, Danny, but your mother and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us.”

“But I lied to you multiple times, too! I hid the fact that I’m part ghost! How can you not hate me? How can you love something like me?”

His dad picked him up and squeezed him into a hug.

“Oh, Dann-o, you’re our son. We love you whether you are a boy, ghost, or something in between. Always.”

Danny’s vision got blurry with tears.

“Mom, dad, I’m so sorry,” he said, throwing himself into his parents’ arms.

“No, baby boy, we’re sorry,” his mother whispered into his ears. Ancients, he never wanted the moment to end. His parents accepted him and still loved him.

Far too soon, his parents let him go.

“There’s something else; Danny, Bruce Wayne, Damian, and Dick are in the kitchen. They say they’ll explain certain things to us.”

His mom sounded angry.

“Oh,” he said weakly. He didn’t know what else to do. He had to say so much more, but having the Waynes in his house complicated things. He couldn’t openly tell them all his secrets, or the Waynes would butt in.

At that moment, Jazz walked into the living room with the Waynes following her.

Dammit, he was out of time. Danny got off his parents’ lap and stood up. It was time to deal with the Waynes.

____

John, Deadman, and Zatanna were, for once, in agreement.

They had to call for an emergency meeting between the Justice League and Justice League Dark to find a way to revoke these laws as soon as possible.

The only reason there hadn’t been an out war was because a ghost hero named Phantom kept a fragile peace between humans and ghosts in Amity Park. That peace would not last if they didn’t do something to change the laws, though.

“We can always call the Ghost King for help, too,” Deadman said.

“You want to call Pariah Dark,” Constantine asked in disbelief. He had found out about the Ghost King during his research. The guy was a tyrant who hated both ghosts and humans.

“I’ve heard through the grapevine that another ghost defeated him. The new king is benevolent and has tried his best to fix what the old tyrant had destroyed.”

“You’re sure about this,” Zatanna asked.

“Yes.”

“What do you think?”

Constantine took a puff of smoke.

“We’ll leave it for a vote. The League and Dark will have to talk about it. We can’t decide by ourselves this time. It has more than to do with magic; laws are in place.”

Zatanna and Deadman nodded, “Fine, time to call for an emergency meeting.”

“Let’s call the Bats and his brood. They found out about this, so they should be there, too.”

Constantine sent out the message. The response was immediate. They would meet in a few hours.

He took a swig of whiskey. Hopefully, this clusterfuck will be fixed soon.

[chaifootsteps]

that post about triangulation gave me the chills

because that's what the show has become basically since s2 started. any time a third party is brought in to judge they always come down in Stolas' favor

Loona talks to Via in Seeing Stars? she should cut her dad some slack for a repeat pattern of behavior

Blitzo has a heart to heart with Fizz in Oops about how Stolas looks down on him? Fizz immediately takes up for Stolas and even pulls the total BS 'if you judge royalty you're as bad as them' liberal line of thinking on Striker

Blitzo reads Stolas for filth? he gets an invite to Verosika's party where she nonstop empathizes with him despite Stolas talking trash about her and everyone there behind her back

and the thing is ever single time it happens the deck is blatantly stacked so Stolas can come out looking better. it's either stuff being left out or everyone involved being OOC.

Loona has no reason to think anything of Stolas outside of 'man my adoptive father is forced to sleep with so we can pay rent', yet she gives Via this speech full of platitudes about why Stolas is trying is enough (and then doesn't cut Blitzo any slack, so it's not like she's saying this because she's learnt anything about her own relationship with her father - it's just here to benefit Stolas)

When talking to Fizz Blitzo rightly notes it's a fetish to Stolas - but the writers also make him bring up a bunch of phone calls that happened totally offscreen to make Stolas look better. there's plenty of things he could tell Fizz but he's never allowed to just so the writers can make him look cynical for doubting Stolas

Verosika is the straightest example of triangulation. she's biased against Blitzo to the point she'll believe when anyone says anything about him, but the writers never allow her to find out Stolas was never 'dating' Blitzo but coercing him into sex instead. her projecting all her baggage onto Stolas is barely even mentioned in the episode as being a problem when she inserts herself into the scenario - the viewers are supposed to side with her 'it starts with saying good for him' line despite how little sense that makes. it contradicts the episode's whole thesis that it's OK for her to be mad at Blitzo for awhile - but Blitzo can't be mad Stolas went and made out with someone else right in front of him the night after he told Blitzo he supposedly cared very deeply for him

that's why this isn't just garbage but infruriating. the whole universe is distorted to favor Stolas and everyone's characterization suffers as a result because they all have to take a bunch of stupid pills in every scenario instead of talking plainly about all the shit Stolas has pulled. Loona and Fizz especially should show some care for Blitzo over Stolas, but they don't. and Blitzo is never allowed to tell anyone else just how badly Stolas screwed him over so they can keep gaslighting him that he's the problem

it's probably also why more of the audience is turning on Stolas. most people can't relate to having a hitman called on them or any of the cartoonish things Stella does

but most people sure can relate to having had an argument with an ex partner or friend and feeling like they want to scream because said partner/friend manipulates everyone around them into taking their side or pressuring them to 'own up' and 'apologize', likely in just the same ways that Stolas does

what the show is putting Blitzo through is just dehumanizing and depressing. his feelings don't matter, how he's been treated doesn't matter. because we're just supposed to accept that he's dirt not worth scraping of Stolas' bird claws, whereas Stolas is pure and good and has only made transgressions so minor they don't even warrant mentioning. and the only way the show will treat him as worthy of anything is if he gives Stolas unconditional love while getting nothing in return

You know what? I have nothing to add to this. You took every last word right out of my mouth.

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Pregnant alone - Pablo Gavi

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Summary: You got pregnant with Gavi and decided to hide the baby.

Some time ago, you ended up pregnant with Gavi. You were both 20 and so young, so you decided not to tell him, to not ruin his career.

You weren't even dating. It was just a night at some club where you met and were too drunk. You knew some people from his team since you were young. You have been friends with a lot of Barca players, but after you found out about the pregnancy and didn't hear anything about Gavi after your night together, you decided to block all of your mutual friends.

You were so angry with him for his immature behaviour. He didn't even use protection, and the aftercare didn't exist that much. He had to leave after 5 minutes, leaving you naked on the bed.

It was hard to be pregnant without having many people supporting you, especially the father of the child.

Your parents died when you were 15, and you weren't close to your family at all. You only had your sister, who was 24. She helped you go through this and was really excited to be an auntie.

Having one person you can trust is really important for you. When you told her about the baby, she didn't judge you, but listen to you carefully and give you some advice. She always made sure that you were okay, and if you needed anything, she always helped.

After 2 years, you finally decided to go with your child to her father's game.

Her name was Soph, and she looked exactly like Pablo, but a girl version. She was the reason you were still standing. You wanted to be strong for her.

Soph was a sweetheart. Her eyes were always shining when she smiled and her personality was the sweetest.

She always wanted to help you home even if she didn't really know how to walk yet. She is a 1 year old kid.

You dressed each other into some Barca jerseys, and when you saw Gavi walking on the field, your heart shattered. You didn't think that you could miss someone that bad. After all this time, he makes you feel in some way that no one will can.

You wanted to hate him, but couldn't.

You were too distracted to look at him when someone called your name.

"Y/n!!!!"

Ferran.

"Hola! Como estas!?"

He looked at you and at your girl but decided to say nothing about it.

"I'm good"

You talked a bit after he went to his seat, finding out that he was injured.

Ferran was one of your friends and seeing him made you happy.

While you were playing with Soph, waiting for the game to begin, Ferran went to Gavi telling him that you were at the match with a baby that looked somehow familiar.

He was surprised to hear your name again and wanted to see you desperately.

He looked over the stadium but didn't find you. He missed you as bad as you missed him, and he felt so sorry that you weren't together. It's been 2 years, and all he thought about was you and only you.

People told him to find another, but no girl was like you. You were special to that was written in the stars.

After the win of Barca, you met one of the people who always supported you, Lewa.

You admired him a lot, and when you saw him, you guys hugged.

He asked about you and who was the girl you were holding him and eventually told him everything. He listened to you carefully, and when you teared up at the end, he hugged you one again, saying that you don't deserve this.

"If you need anything, y/n, tell me! I have 2 little girls, " assured you with kind in his eyes

"Thank you, Lewa! Thank you a lot. It means the world to me".

You felt relieved that you spoke your heart, and after that, you took Soph by her little hand and decided to head home until someone called your name again. This time, your heart ripped in thousands of pieces. Pablo.

"Is this true?"

"Que? What do you want Gavi?"

"Tell me. Is she mine? The girl "

Soph looked at him and smiled. She surely had his sweet smile.

"Where did you get that from ? "

" I overheard you and Lewandowski. Please, y/n..is she really mine? Why didn't you tell me! She looks just like me. She is my girl!!" Pablo said, frustrating.

You remained silent.

"Oh god y/n. Why didn't you tell me?" now he seemed so sad

"I didn't want to ruin your career. You were so young and I thought you didn't want it."

Pablo stayed silent and was on the edge of crying. After he calmed down a little, he found the straight to talk.

"What hurts me the most, y/n, is the fact that you didn't trust me. You thought that I wouldn't want the baby and God, cariña, I WANTED IT! I still do! I've loved you since the beginning and all this time I couldn't think about any other girl, but you..we were young, I get it, but we would have done it together cuz we love eachother, right? We love eachother.."

His tears were in his eyes, almost falling on his cheeks.

"I am her father..I deserved to know"

You felt so sorry all of a sudden, especially when Soph went to hug him.

You would have made a beautiful family together. They looked so happy and beautiful sitting next to eachother.

"Sweet girl" he kissed her forehead while you went to the both of them.

You kissed Gavi's head and told him that you were sorry for hiding Soph from him. He smiled at you and hugged you too.

You pressed your foreheads against eachother's and remained silent.

"To answer your doubts, Pablo. I love you too" you said while he smiled.

"I never doubted that, amor"

I am so sad that Messi is going to Inter. Feel like crying . I hope you like this!❤️ Take care!

[meowsgirldrawing]

Obey Me Next Generation Idea(aka-My au)

What about poly Au with the bros? I assume with demon culture, MC having kids and the bros all being the dad wouldn't be too surprising as I think monogamous relationships are seen just the same as polyamorous. Like neither really matter honestly in a "oh this is a big deal/drama!" Sense.

Plus its the 7 lords, they can do whatever the fuck they want

I know MC is mostly human but I think having kids is still possible as they got magic plus their pacts with the bros might make them stronger. Plus, historically, woman have been able to have multiple pregnancies, like more than 4 at least, so still- not impossible.

Just let me have my next gen shenanigans

ONTO THE KIDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Varya (1st Born) (she/her)-25

Daughter of Mammon

Is more demon than human, possibly the most demon out of the kids.

Holds a very smiley but deadly aura around her.

Seems the opposite of Mammon in behavior but you can tell by her subtle acts towards her family, shes his kid alright.

Is the type of person to shake a person's hand but hold a knife in the other.

"Looks like a cinnamon roll, can kill you"

Lights up at the mentions of crocheting, dogs, and weird but oddly alluring creatures around Devildom.

She does have a small habit of gambling when out with Mammon, but is actually able to keep her wins because no one expects it through her gold-winning smile.

Mess with her family and its on sight.

Lilith the 2nd (3rd born-1st triplet) (she/her)-21

I headcannon Lucifer to at least be the only one to name their daughter after their sister. Not to replace, never, but to honor her.

Is in a strange middle between Half demon-mostly demon

Sweetheart by default

That big sister you can always talk to and she wont judge.

Will make passive agressive remarks when peeved off.

Definitely denies acting like Lucifer yet can do the stance-arms crossed and glare- exactly like him.

Even does the whole hand chest like him too. Shocked look and all.

Calls all the brothers papa but Lucifer father, not as a distance way but thats just how she's always been.

Theatre kid- almost always lead.

Anna from Frozen vibes at times.

Hopeless romantic too.

Basically Lucifer if he actually showed more emotions.

Daddy's girl 100%

May or may not be in a secret relationship with Diavolo's heir👀

Rhomb(2nd Born) (he/him)-23

Son of Leviathan

Named after the Loch ness Monster

A nice balance between human and demon

But has "mutations" that make him have scaly patches on his body, his tail out almost 24/7, and bad eyesight.

Stern attitude most of the time.

Big bro protector

Tallest of all the kids

Softer on the younger kids but will smack a bitch if they act up.

Cant play video games much cause eyes so turns to more physical games that include puzzles.

Likes games with strategy to follow like War tanks, or chess. Is the type to make a DnD game the best cause he makes amazing stories too despite not reading much.

Likes mystery shows too and tries to figure it out before the answer is revealed, could go on rants about why. Gets it right 11/10 times.

If Leviathan wasnt his biological dad, people would believe he was Satan's kid.

Doesnt like cats tho.

Quinn (4th Born- 2nd Triplet) (He/they/doesnt care) (21)

Asmo just thought Quinn was a pretty name so picked it lol.

Also a nice balance between human/demon. Tho his wings stay out constantly.

Very much vibes from that yellow bird in Rio.

Laid back personality but is an outgoing dude.

Also very protective of their siblings, and will not hesitate to cut a bitch.

Isnt as flamboyant as Asmo but does have a just as great fashion sense.

Has a hard time dating as people automatically assume hes just like Asmo so will try to date him for that reason only.

Love his dad but hates the reputation he gets because of being said son.

So he resorts to just sticking to his siblings or the few friends he trusts.

Besides MC, is the second most popular face to pop up on Asmo's Devilgram

Fucking adores axolotls for no particular reason, just loves them to no end which Asmo makes sure to get many axolotl themed plushes, shirts, etc. for him.

Libbey(Liberty) (5th Born- 3rd triplet)(she/her)-21

Another balance between human/demon, maybe a tad more on the demon side.

Tho, also has "mutations" like very enhanced hearing.

Bookworm to the max

Loves reading dramas and fantasies, but seems to enjoy multiseries more than stand alone.

Very quiet and shy kid of the group.

Sometimes cant even talk so signs instead because earaches or headaches.

Likes cats but perfers reptiles more.

Has a small turtle in her room from the human realm, set it up beside her bed and everything. Their name is Casey after one of her favorite human novels she read.

But despite all this, isnt called the daughter of wrath just for nothing beside biology reasons.

Is like Satan 2.0 when pissed, she wont yell or scream but you can just tell from the drop of room temperature and the subtle tilt of her head.

Her eyes glow an electric green when shes pissed.

Had more anger issues when younger, but cause Satan knew how to handle his better now, taught her how to aswell.

Satan is probably the main one to understand her issues with such a problem, despite being more mellowed out now that shes older.

Is definitely a cryer when really angry tho.

Ryder(6th Born) (1st twin)- 19

Ngl, everyone was surprised that they had twins. Including Belphie himself.

But then again, they did have triplets before them so....eh?

Ryder is a tad more human than demon, but still powerful enough to have his own demon form like his older siblings.

His tail is seen smaller than Belphie's, and a bit thinner too.

The sloth genes affact him only so much, making him more likely just want to procrastinate then outright not do anything.

He honestly enjoys the human world more than Devildom, mainly cause everything is less..hectic per say.

Hes the type of brother/older friend that will cover for ya if you have to hide something but will subtly suggest how to fix whatever their doing.

Like one time Quinn came home slightly tipsy and past curfew, and he snuck them into his room. Though he scolded them in the morning, he covered for Quinn at breakfast, saying they ate too much sugar last night, thats why hes queasy and has a headache.

Quinn did fix that habit up quick after Ryder threatened to leave him on his own next time it happened.

Calls everyone bro or dude, no matter their gender.

Gen z vibes too in most areas.

Has a fixation with cow bells for some reason, likes the noise is all he can say.

If he were told what Belphie did to their mom/human parent way before they were born, he says "Cowabummer" while screaming inside.

River(7th born-2nd twin)(they/them)-19

How is this Belphie's kid?

Too hyper, tad crazy

Probably has ADHD, who knows.

While Ryder is the slightly responsible twin, their the reason why Ryder needs to be said twin.

Their just about the same range of human/demon as Ryder, can have a demon form, but only uses it to fuck with people than to actually be scary with it.

They may have alot of power, but their personality alone can kill people.

Is the type of kid to crawl on the ceiling when they were 2.

Is also the type to hop outta window to get to the lower floor faster. Thank Belphie for their demon powers otherwise we'd have another Lillith situation.

Has scared even Lucifer at one point, has made him yelp out of surprise. Will not go on how, no matter how much Papa Satan and Belphie ask them. Just has a toothy grin when they ask.

When calm, is actually a pretty chill dude. They like odd patterns and get fixated on the most random things.

MC gave them one of those sand timers that you flip to restart and when she came down to tell them food was done about 2 hours later, she found them sitting on the table, holding it while watching the sand go down. They use it now to relax and focus on when overstimultated or just having too much of a fuzzy head.

Has spent nearly a how week with Leviathan because they got hooked on one anime with him. Now has frequent solo movie nights with him cause.

"They're tad confused, but got the spirit"

Literally had to have someone (Rhomb) explain to them what the LGBTQ+ letters meant. Legit thought it was just new alphabet pattern, was still happy to find out what it all means.

If you told them what Belphie did to their mom before they were born, they'd think it as a joke. Dont tell them otherwise or they will cry.

Frankie(8th Born)(She/her)-16

Everyone thought that she would be the biggest child when MC was pregnant with her, since y'know, it was confirmed Beel's kid.

Yeah, she came out small. Like scary small for a baby.

It was then everyone knew she would be the most human. Has a little demon in her, but clearly not enough to have a demon form nor mark.

Lucifer's wallet cried in relief.

She does eat a good bit more than the average human but overall, nothing compared to Beel.

She does adore sweets to the max, especially gummies. Give her some and she'll love you forever.

Sweetest little sunshine in the world, everyone adores her. If they dont, then they will soon.

Shes like Mirabel in encanto, kinda wishes she had more demon powers but is still overall happy with who she is.

When her a Beel are with each other- OH MY DIAVOLO, THE CAVITIES PEOPLE GET- TOO DAMN SWEET AND PURE

Like big papa Beel and his sweet little girl all smiley and pure. Best father-daughter relationship out of all the siblings and fathers.

Shes kinda like pinkie pie from MLP but like more hyper as fuck. Can and will speak so fast when excited that it just comes out as squeaks at that point.

Since her more human side, shes more likely to stay in human world when their mom is on Buisness there, so she has alot of human friends.

Shes in gymnastics, which definitely helps keep her figure more smaller despite all the sweets she eats. Does work out with Beel too.

Mess with her and you have a whole army on yer ass.

"Bounce to the beat of my own drum!"

You can just tell how much I love this dear. HA

[rachetmath]

Jaune's Last Man

(Hi sorry this has been my head and I completely forgot about this so let me end this with a kicker. A rap you may say. If you need a recap or you don’t know what this is about....he links here.;

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/681709097493659648/ilia-blake-i-want-to-come-with-you-blake-ilia?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/683991434179805184/can-we-please-get-a-sequel-to-the-post-about-jaune?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/688883250974916608/so-i-know-ow-you-said-you-dont-normally-do?source=share)

Jaune: Mercury.

Mercury: Vomit Boy. How’s it hanging?

Jaune: I’m doing fine.

Mercury: Really? I mean since you killed your friend. Your girlfriend dead. And Atlas. I would think you be in a site of depression.

Jaune: Yeah. Except I’m in state of rage.

Mercury; Oh.

Jaune: I mean I haven’t seen my family in years to where I can barely remember their faces. I watched thousands of innocent people die. I was betrayed by someone I wanted to call friend. All because of my stupidity.

Mercury: Wow finally admit it. You don’t know what your doing.

Jaune: Still don’t… but I’ll take my chances.

Mercury: So what are you going to do torture me.

Jaune: Haha no. Of course not. Ladies.

Neo and Ilia walks into the room. Neo before she took a seat on the table, she gives Jaune a kiss on cheeks while Ilia a has weapon to Mercury’s neck. Mercury was still shocked with Neo.

Jaune: Alright. Let us begin. I’m here to make a deal.

Mercury: A deal?

Jaune: You bet. I want you on my team.

Ruby: What?

Jaune: Yes.

Mercury: Why?

Jaune: We need someone like you on our side. Guys like you come in very short supply.

Mercury: That doesn’t give me much of a reason. Why should I give you allegiance?

Jaune: I’m willing to give something that can’t refuse.

Mercury: Please, your not even giving me a right to choose.

Jaune: *sigh* Ilia.

Ilia removes her weapon and sits down.

Jaune: Fine, I’ll play by rules. Look, I understand. Your father he was bad man. But brother he’s dead.

Mercury: I know.

Jaune: I know it was by own hands. I get it wasn’t easy but you fail to get-

Mercury: Is?

Jaune: That you can be better. So much clever. Do really want to stay in his shadow forever?

Mercury: Please. Who are you to judge me? If I recall correctly didn’t you cheat. You went to a school filled with talent. With nothing to show but empty promises and values. You talk a big game but you can’t measure up. Face it bud, your only here because of luck.

Jaune: …. ….

Mercury: Got nothing to say. Guess the fun is over. No more debates. I guess I’m done now prison await. Besides Salem offered me world on a plate what’s better than that?

Jaune: Okay, little man, so what’s your plan?

Mecury: What?

Jaune: Yeah, little man, what’s you plan?

Mercury: I mean-

Jaune: What’s your plan? Tell me, little man, what you gone do when you got the world in your hands? You get all money and get some respect. You make yourself sound like you really are a threat. Yes its true, your right about me. I did what it took to follow my dreams. But now look at me. I am all three. Money, Power and respect. A threat guaranteed. I lost many people but yet I still breath. Yet I still believe in what we can achieve.

Mercury: … … …. What are you saying to me?

Jaune: We’re nothing like them.

Mercury: What do you want from me?

Jaune: Show me your bravery. Leave it all BEHIND and make history.

Mercury: But I-

Jaune: You’re nothing like him.

Mercury: I’m-

Jaune: You can still be better.

Emerald: *burst in door* And if your not sure we can explore it together. We’ll have each other.

Jaune: And if you believe-

Mercury: Believe?

Jaune: In yourself.

Emerald: And me.

Jaune and Emerald: There’s nothing you can’t achieve.

Mercury: Really?

Jaune: Right.

Emerald: You can fly. Again. Sore the sky. Again.

Jaune: Away from sun. Together with us. We can make history. Forge our destiny. Our story will be legendary. So-

Jaune: *pulls his hand out* What do you say?

Mercury: Hmm. Well-

Jaune: Yes, you will paid.

Mercury: And?

Jaune: Yes, come man, what do you say?

Mercury: *shakes Jaune’s hand* Alright you got a deal compadre.

RWBY: Dang.

Oscar: They went play by play.

Nora: So Jaune? Tell us, what’s now the team’s name?

Jaune JMNI. What do you all think?

Mercury: I got say, it’s got nice ring to.

Ilia: I accept the team name. No mistake.

Neo: *agrees with smile*

Jaune: Guess we agree. But before we celebrate we have demonstrate, how useful we are, leave no trace to debate. So let’s start on our first case. What do you say?

Mercury, Ilia and Neo(with a sign): Bring it.

Jaune: Oh this will be great.

Nora: Can we stop rhyming.

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 11/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

I'm sorry if this feels a bit fast-paced but I am not writing 1 month's worth of Luci's journey on Earth alksjdlas

Everything is tying up very nicely.

The ending is already being written and this chapter has a lot of clues on what will happen next.

To any ARTISTS or WRITERS who want to make something based on this AU, you have my full permission! All I ask is I want to read/see it!

Your reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated.

And feel free to chat with me if you have any theories or AUs or this AU of your own!

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The thing about being immortal and whose existence started since the beginning of well- everything- is that it is literally just a concept.

Centuries feel like minutes. Days into seconds. Seconds into basically nothing.

Hell, the only reason why Lucifer knew 7 years had passed since Lilith left was because he was counting. He wanted to be reminded of the pain of losing the first person he ever loved.

Call him a bad father but he genuinely doesn't know how long since he has seen Charlie.

He knows it's been a while but he didn't realize just how much longer it was. He missed out on so many years of his daughter's life because he couldn't stop being fucking sad.

Charlie probably has something to say about that mentality but he can't help it.

So when Lucifer takes a whole month of scouring Earth before he finds what he's looking for, he curses himself.

Didn't he just arrive on Earth a few hours ago? Now that he thinks about it, following that wild duck chase (it's goose, dear) should've been a dead giveaway that he was taking too long.

He should've known seeing the sun and moon appearing at that many intervals meant days were flying by.

It's not entirely his fault. Pride's days and nights are basically the same- plus it's not like he needs sleep. It was bound to fuck up his body clock.

Judging by how there are no effects in the human world yet, they're still probably keeping the Roo situation at bay. He's grateful for his siblings but it only makes him move more urgently.

Lucifer arrives at a grassy field on a hill in the middle of nowhere.

It was warm, but the wind is making sure the skin doesn't burn by the sun's rays. He looks around and spots a woman-like figure under the shade of the line tree- her short hair dancing with the wind.

Lucifer walks loudly to her but she doesn't acknowledge his presence. Only when he is standing in her line of sight does she react.

Unknown: Hello, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Goodie.

The Good of Humanity. The being he unintentionally corrupted by his actions.

Goodie: To what do I owe the pleasure.

Lucifer: I need your help. It's about your sister.

Goodie: Hmm? Well then. Come sit. It appears we have a lot to talk about ~

Lucifer sits and takes a deep breath.

Lucifer: Roo- Roo is breaking out. It's only a matter of time before she fully escapes and we are not strong enough to seal her back up again with her stronger state. Hell will-

Goodie stops his rambling by placing a hand on his.

Goodie: Calm now, angel.

Lucifer:… sorry.

Goodie: You say my sister is coming back?

Lucifer: Yes. She's eating her way out of hell and if we don't stop her soon, my people- my family are going to die. I am never above begging so please- help us.

There was a pregnant pause before Goodie spoke up again.

Goodie: I do not have the power you are looking for.

Lucifer: But..

Goodie: But! I never said I would not help.

Lucifer: you'll help Hell?

Goodie: I am the embodiment of good. I can see how much of it someone has inside their heart and right now… your heart is as full as it is pure.

Lucifer: Then how can we-

Goodie: I can lend you something that shall be enough to contain her. But for this to work, I need one thing.

Lucifer: What is it?

Goodie finally meets his eyes. He felt like he was looking at everything he destroyed- the failed project that is humanity.

Goodie: You.

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What to look forward to in Part 12:

Luci comes back to hell with Goodie in tow.

Some conflicts started by the overlords

The Lucifer finally gets involve in the ritual

[kzele]

Unpopular TSSM Opinion

Sha-Shan was a better example of a serious moral compass love interest to Flash than Gwen was to, well, anybody.

The gal clearly has no problem turning a guy down until they've proven he isn't a too much of a douche. And she doesn't care how popular they are. If they make make the right, but hard choices, then they've got her interest.

Gwen, on the other hand, can’t seem to judge any of her friend’s moods or situations correctly and make an appropriate decision. For instance, whether as friends or love interests she and Harry are a dumpster fire. When the guy passes out in the courtyard and then avoids her, what does she do? Does she (a) tell her COP dad about it at home, (b) tell Harry’s father, (c) tell a teacher/coach/school counselor AKA any other figure in a position of actual authority? Nope. She tells Peter that something’s wrong with Harry, but doesn’t elaborate enough for him to take her concerns seriously, so he puts it among the lesser problems he has to deal with. Because if Peter was actually told the specifics, this would be MUCH higher on his problems list. There’s no way he’d have to be bullied into talking with Harry, otherwise. (Also, how is it possible that she couldn’t sense anything off about Eddie after he returned to the lab? He’s obviously creepy and fake and you’ve known him since you were both in single digits. If it was just Eddie this happened with, I wouldn’t be having my doubts about her judgement.)

This brings me to my next point about boundaries. Peter respects hers more than she respects his. Thus, she can only enforce her boundaries and/or will if someone already respects her. Harry and Gwen’s full-on couple status is proof. Harry’s shoved her against a locker, jumped over her during a villain attack (did he ever apologize for that?), and the first thing he does is ignore his new girlfriend in favor of calling his dad about having a girlfriend. Oh, and she’s ignoring all these red flags in an implied attempt to make Peter jealous. Nuff said about that ball of toxicity they got going on.

Flash saw Sha-Shan as a hot nerd/rebound, then as a challenge, and finally as someone whom he wants to be respected by. She didn’t let him get anywhere by being a jerk or overstepping. Granted, she had the benefit of not caring about Flash’s opinion of her, like Gwen would with long-time friends. And yet, despite being very judgy about him at the start, once they’re together she understands that Flash will say/do dumb things but it doesn’t take away from his good heart. Sha-Shan accepts him and his flaws. Ironically, despite Gwen being in love with Peter over Harry, you’ll be hard-pressed to find a time where she cuts Peter any slack for anything even when it’s not his fault. Including and up to not dying.(Not actually joking about that. See Christmas Tree aftermath s2ep3.) Maybe it’s just me, but I swear Harry and Eddie could be be kicking puppies off the Brooklynn Bridge in front of her and she’d be giving Peter the silent treatment for missing her calls trying to stop it.

I'm aware that Gwen isn't evil whatsoever but I find her immensely frustrating when TSSM has better female characters to choose from. And this post is for other people who agree with me. I'm not denying the flaws of anyone else here, be it Peter or Harry or whoever else, but I can't cover my thoughts on all the dynamics at play here without overloading my laptop and this site. I feel like Gwen's actions in the show get glossed over a lot. I've seen Peter and Harry get criticized for their actions and sympathy for their differently bad lives within the show, but Gwen. . .doesn't get that same scrutiny. She makes objectively horrible/stupid choices about how to go about things in her relationships but somehow she seems to get less spotlight shed on those things. Instead, the responsibility is often shoved the two guys for screwing up, despite either having far more on their plate or a bad home life. Anyways, I've rambled incoherently enough. Hope it brought you some food for thought even if you don't agree with everything.

[missmarveledsblog]

I'll show you different ( Joel Miller x reader) part 6

summary : peach finds out her father had a visitor . tommy plays cupid as they two begin to get closer she even lets joel know he makes her safe , the new dynamic of living with other and a new job things are looking up til she sees her ex is leaving reminders that he's still around but now she not scared now she is down right pissed .

warnings : this series mentions domestic abuse , harassing themes. there is some fluffy moments too

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By time joel dropped the girls off not sparing his ex wife a glance as he talked to her new husband a little, the man wasn’t the brightest bunny in the cage but joel got along with him and sort of felt sorry for the poor fucker . one last hug and kiss to the girls heads they went on their way and joel headed  home  knowing peach would be there . usually the though of her waiting at home for him would of made him excited and rushing home but giving the circumstances it didn’t allow it although he would be lying if he didn’t say that her being there either way made him happy . knowing the woman he cared so much for was up in his house afraid of some monster who couldn’t get  the word no through his skull , john almost relief when she agreed to stay in the millers too that man went through so much to lose more they both did . maybe he could do just that … maybe he could make it not so bad for two people that shouldn’t be treated such away and yet still their nightmare is not even close to over. 

She sat on sofa , her eyes barely even looking at the screen it was looking to the house .. to her house almost waiting to see him there , waiting for him to boldly show the monster he truly was but she knew he was smart . knew he was going to wait for the right moment.  In the fucked up shit storm of it all he made her father seem like an angel yes what her father had done was depraved and fucked up but he was a drunk and god knows what else  where as her ex husband he was sober as a judge when he done what he done and enjoyed it . that smile she could remember it so clear as day as if he was standing in front of her there and then . he enjoy his torture , the way he broke her down to almost nothing that even now she was still trying to build herself back up .  piece by piece  like she was building a house brick by brick. It was funny she almost crumbled almost gave up and the miller brothers true to the construction work held her up and kept her standing . something like this friendship was a rarity it was something she wasn’t used to people going out their own way to be there for her .  the headlights snapped her from her thoughts almost like she was a deer stuck in them . 

“ it’s just joel peach” tommy patted her hand as she relaxed  back into the sofa . 

“ actually it’s the sherif” she finally said she wanted to say he listened to the pattern of the engines knowing who it was so if she heard one that wasn’t familiar she would be ready. To tommy shock it was the sherif standing hat in hand on their porch . 

“ peach darling can i talk to you” he called in as tommy moved to the side .  

“ what is it now axe murderer on the loose and i’m his next target” she huffed making tommy chuckled . 

“ actually my brother in law  called your daddy got a visitor , he don’t get them so he sent over the picture” he smiled sadly showing her father a face she not seen since she was running for her life sitting with the man that made her fear her life . 

“ you got to be kidding me they’re teaming up on me” she scoffed throwing the picture down. 

“ actually know your daddy told em to fuck off well to that effect  but he ain’t helping him” the sherif explained. “ but i thought you should know either way”.

“Any good news for me like your gonna get him ?” she asked softly . 

“ actually i got the restraining order held up here so if he does come close to you i can charge him” he smiled. “ or maybe hurt him in the process , you ok here  need me send a deputy to watch over you” he asked softly. 

“ she’s fine here we got her” joel's voice call their attention to him.

“ well you got my cell darling ok even if it a cat outside your scared call me” he added nodding to the men as joel shook his hand as he left . “ who’s hungry” he smiled holding up the bag of take away one of her favourite , one he remembered her telling him was one of the things she missed being home. Small things she told him seem to lock in his mind , her favorite beer or soda in his fridge but it wasn’t one way even tommy remark she always had the shit joel drank in her  ice box or refrigerator . 

“ ok so i’m going to eat mine in my room , watch that new series on HBO so i’ll leave ya to it” tommy winked grabbing his food and heading up the stairs fastest hes ever did before.

“ wanna watch a movie?” she asked softly unsure of really what to say giving it wasn’t her house and well she frankly she enjoyed being in his company.

“ well of course not this shit jesus that boys obsessed with zombie shit” joel chuckled as she looked to the screen she didn’t even realize what she was pretending to be watching .  “ come on we watch something decent fer a change “ he smiled patted the sofa as she shyly sat back to the spot on the feel the fabric over her legs and joel calling tommy some colorful words . 

Finally the two sat watching or pretending to watch some movie he picked , her eyes slipping to look at joel every so often unbeknownst to  her the man was doing the very exact thing . Some where in the middle of the movie he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder  . looking down he couldn’t help feel the air in his throat stuck  she looked completely and utterly beautiful even when she was sleeping .  the softest snore that came from her pillowy plush lips , her lashes on her cheeks , the little rise and fall of her chest and the peaceful look on her face . He didn’t wanna move , hell even breathe if it meant disrupting the slumber she was in .  yet he did once he heard the footstep on the stair he easily move so he could stand up and lift her up  only see tommy passing them by . 

“ she out cold want me bring her , don’t fuck up your back old man “ he teased . 

“ funny jokes for days , move  she needs her rest” joel huffed and gruff as he headed for the stairs and not once she stirred awake only to nuzzle in his chest she was like a damn kitten looking for affection .  he didn’t go to the girls room for some reason he brain wasn’t thinking in that moment  as he walked straight to his only to realize once he placed her on his bed . guilt in his stomach as he couldn’t stop the thought she belonged there how she fit so perfectly in his space.  He  was just about to turn leave her there til he felt the soft skin of her palm and a slight tug. 

“ stay please” she almost whispered as he nodded pulling away heading into his  bathroom changing into a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt . even in her tired state she couldn’t help but stare at the man before her  , she felt safe , she felt safe with joel it was buzzing around her head til the words slipped out of her mouth not even realizing it  did . 

“ huh?” he asked ,  he heard her and selfishly he wanted to hear it again . 

“ i feel safe.. With you” she smiled tired moving over giving him some space to get in . 

Wordless he got in the bed not caring how selfish it was all he wanted was to feel her close , feel here near . wrapping his arm around her frame and holding her close to his chest and ghost of a kiss on her head when he mumbled out a “ goodnight darling”  . 

She woke that morning probably first time in a long time refreshed  and actually feeling like she had a full night sleep which the irony of it all to be in danger for her to sleep so good.  She sat up looking at the man snoring away beside her and suddenly she wasn’t thinking of it all , in that moment she was enjoying her little fantasy mind of being so close to a man she could only dream of . she quickly and quietly made her way of the room not to disturb him as she crept down the stair looking into the fridge to see the exact thing she was looking for  making her way around the kitchen in search of more when she heard a clearing of a throat behind her.

“ imagine my surprise to see if you wanted coffee i couldn’t find you anywhere …well except in my brothers bed” tommy smirked . 

“ nothing happened .. don’t scare me like that i’m making breakfast so show me where everything is” she  glared at the man looking at terrifying as a puppy in his eyes. Helping her get the things needed as she set on her task watching the pan ignoring the almost bruising gaze he had on her dying to know how it happened and what happened. But she barely looked his way trying to will her cheeks not to light up in the redness til she smelt the familiar smell  hit her nose and the hand on her hip a sleepy joel reached up grabbing a couple of cups . a sleepy smile on his face that had her cheeks flushed and her eyes looking down at the pan with smile on her face . the almost domestic side of it all as tommy watched smiling maybe it wouldn’t take long after all . 

It was almost a week being in the millers soft touches and flirty back and forth it was  unlike her and yet it came so naturally when she was around joel miller . even though it was to keep an eye on her she didn't mind working in the office on site she got to see her grandfather even more and she got to see joel all the time too . she almost forgot the monster following her til one morning she walked out to her car seeing tommy and joel standing worried when she looked seeing her car scratched up  and whore sprayed painted into the side of it . it was were she could see it , it was letting her know he was watching in the shadows waiting for his perfect time to strike . Letting her know he wasn’t going to give up . she looked at the car , the first thing that was truly hers after first escaping , now in a state  and desecrated with slander on the metal . it was just a possession she thought but it felt more to her even if it was just a possession it was hers and he ruined it . it wasn’t fear that coursed her veins it was anger she was sick of this man ruining her , her life and now the things she loved . it was anger that she was sick of being afraid , sick of being a punching bag of life and it’s shitty humans in it . she was sick of it all and this time she wasn’t going to let them win this time , she was done being the victim and she was going to make sure he knew that .  she wasn't going to cower no more if anything she would stand up and end it all herself .

part 7

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[rosewoodcafe]

Call it What You Want

A Place That Feels Like Home

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Chapter One - Chapter Three

It had been almost three years since the two small children, who were now nearing their teenage years, had seen each other. Raven had written about him often in the small book she kept, recounting his kindness as something never experienced outside of that garden. Her excitement grew as the summer ended, her Hogwarts letter arriving. 

Ominis hadn't been worried about his Hogwarts letter, as he had been using magic just to navigate the world around him since he was a child. What did worry him was if he'd see his friend again, and if by this point she would wish to see him. He hoped that she would not judge him by his family name, as by now she would have most certainly learned of the cruelty his family possessed. He had told his Aunt about how much he missed her, stating that she was the only one who had never judged him because of his blindness. Besides his Aunt of course, but even as the start of his first year neared his Aunt had gone missing, leaving him alone once again.

"You must be top of the class Raven." Her mother said, the train platform filled with many different students. "You are the first of our family to attend, and you must set a good stride for your sisters. Make that Greengrass name proud."

"Of course mother."

"Hogwarts is a wonderful place my dear." Her father spoke to her, pulling her in for a hug. "I hope everything works perfectly for you. Make us proud."

She hugged back, knowing that for the first time in her entire life she would be away from her family, a both freeing yet terrifying realization. 

Ominis stood at the train platform, surrounded by family yet feeling more alone then ever. Marvolo was being praised by their father, being the prefect of Slytherin he was better then everyone. It shed all the attention from Ominis, making it easier to enter that train then it was for most first years. He handled his trunk and guided his way up to the noisy train.

The noises hardly hurt him anymore, most of the time being an annoyance more then anything, but it still didn't stop it from being too much. Resisting the urge to clutch his ears, he pushed into what he sensed was an empty compartment, shutting the door and attempting to control his breathing. Life felt so entirely difficult as of late, and Ominis could only imagine that it was going to get harder.

"Are you okay?" A small girl asked. Ominis tensed up, he though this compartment was completely empty.

"I'm sorry- I am, I'll go." Ominis whispered, embarrassment flushing his face. The small girl grabbed his sleeve holding him place.

"No its okay! You can stay, you just look a bit overwhelmed is all." She smiled, tugging once on his sleeve. Ominis sat back down across from the girl. "I'm Anne by the way."

"Hello Anne." He responded. The silence sitting uncomfortably between them.

"What is your name?" Anne asked, a small giggle escaping her lips. 

"Oh... sorry, I'm Ominis." He paused, unsure if he should mention his last name. 

"That's an interesting name Omin-" She started, the compartment door opening. "Oh, hi Sebastian!"

"Who are you?" A young Sebastian spoke still unmoved at his spot in the doorway.

"This is Ominis, he came in accidently." Anne spoke for Ominis. "He seemed a bit overwhelmed."

"Are you blind?" Sebastian asked bluntly. Anne smacked him with her book.

"You can't just ask people that! Who taught you manners!"

Sebastian closed the door, to the relief of Ominis who was barely holding himself together. A small smile tugged at the edges of his mouth, and Ominis couldn't think of a better way to start his year. 

"Is it okay... if I sit here with you guys?" Ominis asked, hopeful of their answer.

"No." Sebastian said, a smile growing across his face. Ominis's face dropped in despair, readying  himself top get up. 

"He's just kidding!" Anne said quickly. "He has a bad habit of joking at the wrong times."

"He totally believed me though." Sebastian laughed. This calmed Ominis's nerves back down, but still worried him.

"You are horrible." Anne huffed. "Did you know that Sebastian?"

"You love me regardless." Sebastian grinned.

"I wish I didn't." Anne laughed, and Ominis chuckled softly at her response.

Raven sat alone in another compartment, looking out the window to her family as the train pulled away slowly. She let her head rest against the cushioned seat, regretting not asking to sit in the compartment she passed as she wandered in. Two kids sat in there, a girl and a boy, to which the boy almost ran her over as he ran off the train. She instead took the compartment with nobody else on it, hoping someone would join her.

"Hello... do you mind if I sit with you?" A small brunette girl said.

"Not at all!" Raven said excitedly. "I'm Raven Greengrass."

"I'm Poppy Sweeting." The girl smiled, she was shorter then Raven by a lot, and looked a bit frail, but Raven was excited to share the space with her. "Thank you for letting me sit with you, it seemed everyone else had someone. There wasn't much space."

"No problem Poppy. I'm just glad you decided to sit with me." Raven smiled.

The two girls chatted quietly with each other, the train chugging through the Scottish highlands.

Ominis had gotten comfortable with the twins and their bickering, it bringing a strange sense of comfort compared to his own home life. Eventually the day turned to night, and the train pulled into the unfamiliar Hogsmeade station. 

Raven had started to make her way out with Poppy, stepping down the slick steps of the train, puddles littered the stones below. She stepped forward, looking back at Poppy, bumping directly into someone. She stumbled back as a hand grabbed her robes, a fistful held her almost off the ground.

"Who do you think you are?!" An older boy snarled in Raven's face. She tried to keep a brave face, but feared the worst.

"Put her down Marvolo." Ominis said sternly. His voice unshaken, and his stance firm. Raven recognized her friend immediately, even after all these years, and he saved her just as he did when he was her knight. 

"Brother, what are you going to do about it?" Marvolo taunted, dropping Raven to the floor. He walked toward the blind boy, his anger swelling with each footstep. "You wouldn't be able to stand here if I didn't give permission to do so. So sit your ass down." Marvolo shoved Ominis to the floor, the poor boy landing in a puddle. Sebastian started to protest but Anne held his arm back. Marvolo only laughed manically as he walked away with his friend. Raven rushed over to Ominis, helping out of the water with Sebastian.

"Ominis!" Raven said excitedly, pulling him into a hug. Ominis was completely shocked at her, the fact that she showed him this affection so quickly after their reunion. He returned her hug, wrapping his arms awkwardly around her. He noticed he was the slightest bit shorter than her, and that she smelled like fresh flowers. She pulled away her face brushed with a light coat of pink, Sebastian, Anne, and Poppy watching the reunion. "It's good to see you again!"

"It... its been so long." Ominis smiled, a genuine happiness overtaking his face.

The five of them walked together down to the boats that road across the Black Lake. Ominis and Raven were practically glued together, going over the years that they had missed. Ominis couldn't believe that Raven was just as excited to see him as he was her. Her voice was just as sweet as before, like warm honey in earl gray tea, and Ominis wished he could hear her talk for forever. 

Professor Weasley greeted them all as the boats docked, even drying any wet robes off before entering the main grounds. Raven was nervous beyond belief, wanting to be in a house with at least one of her friends. Ominis had quite the opposite problem, hoping that for some chance he would not be sorted in Slytherin, even if that meant he would see none of the people he had met.

The Great hall doors opened slowly, revealing the grand room within. Floating candles and an enchanted ceiling, Raven had seen magic before but this was breathtaking. Ominis walked next to Raven, the loud cheering echoing through the room, he trembled as his wand traced a path out ahead of him. Raven, who noticed the blind boy's discomfort, held his hand, squeezing it lightly. This anchored Ominis down, her presence bringing some peace to his head. 

The group of children stopped in front of the stool that had an old looking hat sat upon it. Headmaster Black did a welcoming speech, greeting all those who were returning and those who were new. Professor Black moved out of the way, allowing Professor Weasley to read off of the paper she held. 

"Garreth Weasley!" She called out, a smile crossing her face. A happy little red-haired boy practically skipped up to the stool. The hat barely grazed his curls before announcing that he belonged in Gryffindor. Cheers erupted again, causing Ominis to tense. Raven squeezed his hand once again.

"Sebastian Sallow!" She called out after the cheers had died down. Sebastian stepped up with a strange confidence, the hat sitting on his head for a moment, before announcing Slytherin. Anne was called right after, and just like Garreth the hat barely had to touch her head before announcing that she belonged in Slytherin just like her brother. A few more students went up, dwindling the numbers down.

"Raven Greengrass!" Professor Weasley called. Raven let Ominis's hand go, making her way to the stool. The hat was placed gently on her head.

A smart one you are.

 "Please put me with my friends." Raven whispered, a silent prayer.

What if you do not have the ambition of a Slytherin, or the loyalty of a Hufflepuff hm?

"Please..."

Perhaps you should be...

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat announced, a roar of cheers from the Slytherin table filled the air. Raven practically ran to the table, sitting next to Sebastian and Anne.

Ominis stood among the last of the students, waiting for his name to be called. Now wondering if he truly knew where he wanted to be sorted. Raven was the kindest person he knew, she couldn't be evil like he thought Slytherin was. He didn't want to be apart of another house, especially if that meant he wouldn't see her as often. He was fidgety, a panic rising as he could tell that he was nearly the last student to be sorted.

"Ominis Gaunt!" Professor Weasley called out. Ominis stepped up, trying to keep him stomach out of his throat. He sat on the stool, the hat placed on his head speaking to him.

Ah! Another Slytherin prince, but one who does not wish to embrace his heritage. One who thinks that it is all bad within the house of snakes. 

"I just want to be with good people." Ominis whispered. And it was true, he just wanted people around him who weren't going to bully and hurt him relentlessly.

Good people do exist in Slytherin. Your ambition is far too great to ignore. Better be...

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat announced, once again brining the hall into cheers. Ominis rushed to the Slytherin table, sitting next to Raven hastily, who hugged him tight. Ominis felt a string in him snap, the fact that he willingly chose Slytherin, that he chose to be with these people that he thought were good people. It made him feel as if he had chosen something for the first time in his life.

Food appeared, letting everyone grub in. Raven ate in small amounts, the excitement completely eliminating her appetite. Sebastian talked excitedly to Ominis, they had a whole dorm room to themselves, which was more exciting then the room of five girls for Raven and Anne.

Soon the night ended, the prefects leading each house back to their common rooms. It was much to Raven's dismay that Marvolo was her prefect, and that she had to listen to him somewhat.

As the girls and boys parted that evening, Ominis only could think of how excited he was for this school year. The panic he had felt, the pain of the past years, all of it melting away as he prepared for bed. Sebastian's talking filling the room while Ominis's thoughts drifted about.

Raven sat on her own bed, smiling at the thought of tomorrow, and every day after that. She had met all of her other roommates, none of them being as interesting as the boy in the first year dorms.

[hyperactivewhore]

How did you feel with Hope’s and Rebekah’s interactions in legacies? I was really disappointed in Rebekah. I understand that Klaus and Hayley would’ve hated to see Hope without her humanity, but Rebekah had no right to say that Klaus would be disappointed in Hope. Hope has been through so much, and no one in her family seemed to care. Rebekah, and the rest of the mikaelsons, seemingly abandoned Hope - which would’ve disappointed Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah way more than Hope unwillingly turning off her humanity. Say what you will about Elijah, and you can say a lot because he was awful (especially towards Marcel), but he wouldn’t have allowed Hope to deal with malivore and a random god alone. It still makes me angry that the Mikaelsons helped Hope regain her humanity but scattered when she was in danger once more because of some idiotic god named Ken.

Rebekah got on my nerves so badly, to be honest. She showed up out of nowhere after years of no contact and she just expected Hope to be happy and not hold a grudge against the fact that they left her completely alone to die???

Honestly, the Mikaelson (and by this I mean Kol, Rebekah and Freya) did not care for Hope that much even in The Originals. They had set crazy expectations in her and once they saw Hope didn't fit their happily ever after, they dumped her.

I'm not saying they didn't love her because they clearly did, but they cared more about her being the redemption of their family/what she was supposed to "fix" way more than they cared for Hope herself: in my opinion, the only people who didn't see her as their redemption were Klaus and Hayley and don't get me wrong, Klaus was a shitty father but at least he along with Hayley never put any expectation in her.

I mean, Freya already expressed her little interest in making sure Hope kept her innocence as a kid in this conversation:

[HAYLEY: I've done plenty wrong in my life, Freya. But things are different now. I have a sweet little girl who's going around healing injured fireflies with her magic. If we're keeping someone captive in our barn, she's gonna have questions.

FREYA: Then tell her that the world's a bad place and that sometimes we have to do bad things to survive. She'll be safer if she learns that early.

HAYLEY: It's not her job to keep herself safe. It's mine. It's ours. And that includes protecting her innocence.

FREYA: She's a Mikaelson -- she can live without her innocence. She can't live without her family. She's a Mikaelson, and you're-]

And as any other Mikaelson loves doing, Freya made sure to remind her of why Hayley would never be actually part of her family: she doesn't share their blood. I mean, look at Hope; she does share their blood and yet they didn't give a damn about her, Freya didn't care about making sure she grew as normal as possible (extremely difficult with their lifestyle), Rebekah ditched Hope the moment she stopped being a baby because she couldn't live her fantasy of wanting to cosplay as a mother and Kol wasn't even allowed to be around her when she was a baby, and then they never actually developed a bond once she grew up.

Of course, this is controversial because in The Originals, judging by the phone call Hope has with Kol, the way she behaves around Freya and that line in Legacies about Rebekah teaching her how to dance, it is implied they were close enough to have a good relationship and that they did care for her. And she's even closer to Marcel, if we take into account how comfortable and happy they act with each other.

Freya did say she saw Hope as the kid she lost and of course, the moment she had a kid of her own she dumped her. Rebekah was obsessed with being a mother and yet it's proven time and time again to be a shitty person around kids: the grooming with Marcel, being mean to Elena and Caroline because she was jealous and not giving a damn about Hope once she grew up and then we have Kol, who funnily enough seems to be closer to her than Freya and Rebekah and of course Marcel, the person Hope loves more than any of her blood relatives lol.

Don't get me wrong, Legacies played a big part in the way the Mikaelson ruined their relationship with Hope, but I don't get why people act so surprised and hurt about their abandonment of her when there were already signs of this in The Originals. The only reason they even stayed together for a millennium was because of Elijah and because Klaus refused to let them go, so of course they would fall apart once they died.

And yes, I agree with the whole Elijah thing. He loved Hope a lot once he got to know her in season five and he would have never left her alone in the Salvatore school, but he would also never have allowed her to stay that long on it.

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but it's how I currently headcanon their personalities. Below the cut.

Aether: Overall, he's a giant goofball and loves a good night out with friends.

People tend to assign him a very "fatherly" role due to his appearance and his tendency to take care of his friends in little ways, but he certainly doesn't see that as strictly something a father, or any sort of guardian, would do.

Friends can take care of their friends and not be their parent!

That being said, if someone called him the "mom friend" he would wear it as a badge of honor, because that means his friends trust him.

Dewdrop: Comes off as a bit of a grump, though in an endearing sort of way.

Despite putting up a wall in front of others, when he's with his friends, he smiles easily and more often than he realizes. Very expressive when he's not trying to hide his emotions, and is known to be a bit of a crier when he's happy.

He's very used to people judging him based off of his appearance, for better or worse, so instead of dwelling on what others might think, he just does whatever he pleases.

Short hair, long hair, skirts, pants, dresses... The world is his oyster and he's here to tell people to "shuck" it.

Cumulus: Very independent and knows what she wants in life, actually getting it is another matter entirely.

She has a lot of interests and hobbies that she doesn't talk about a lot, because 1.) She's afraid people will judge her for them, and 2.) Sometimes enjoying something alone is the best way to experience it.

Due her her looks, she often finds herself being burdened with the problems of strangers who see her as easy to talk to/approachable, but this has lead to her learning a lot of... unfortunate/uncomfortable things about people she either just met or barely knows at all.

Although she's always happy to provide a listening ear to a person in need, she'd really rather just be able to eat her lunch in peace, thank you very much.

Sunshine: As curious and creative as the day is long.

She's always working on something new, be it music, art, or some other sort of craft, she's always got something in her hands... because, truthfully, she wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise.

A very active, social creature, who feels the most alive around others, and when she's not? Well, that's why she has all those hobbies to keep her busy!

She has some self worth issues, and, if left alone for too long, will question whether or not she has value when she's not entertaining others.

A classic case of "Please check in on your funny friends." if there ever was one.

Swiss: Like if the weird uncle met another weird uncle and they got together and had a baby.

He's a charismatic sort who could light up a room with his smile alone... if only because they're so shiny. He's strange in cryptid sort of way, and, worse yet, he knows it.

Bold and adventurous, he's the sort that loves to take the lead, not for the fame or the glory, no. It's more so because he lives life by the rules of that one Cyndi Lauper song.

Ghouls just want to have fun, ya know?

However, in spite of this, he's not an extrovert. If anything, he's an introvert that's a bit too good at masking how much he's rather be at home right now. Ehn. C'est la vie.

Rain: Quiet, but not shy, no, and many a person has learned that the hard way.

Very fond of presenting himself as a demure, delicate gentlemanly sort, but he very much knows what he's doing when he's looking at you through his eyelashes and playing coy.

Still, there are times when his softer side is genuine, but that version of himself, the one that snorts when he laughs and gives the biggest, brightest smiles, is reserved for his friends.

He needs a lot of alone time, and it's clear when he hasn't gotten nearly enough.

When he's overwhelmed, he can be a bit abrasive, but he's always very open about when he's having a bad day or needs his space, so there's that at least.

Cirrus: The friend you go to when you've done something you don't want anyone else to know about, that helps you without asking too many questions.

The true ride or die.

A very blunt person who tells it like it is and doesn't sugarcoat things, even if a bit more tact would be appreciated.

She has a very broad sense of humor, and laughs easily at even the simplest of jokes, but, hey, farts are funny, okay?

Tends to be a bit bad at physically comforting others, and isn't sure how to initiate hugs.

Mountain: A lot of people see him as the calm, tranquil one, but he's also incredibly stubborn and uses beating the shit out of his drums as a healthy means of dealing with years of pent up frustrations and anger.

That's not to say he's always angry, but he does have a temper, and while he manages it well, he has been known to snap when pushed too far.

Very particular about who can be around him when he's having "quiet time" as some people have very different ideas of what that means.

Secretly thrives in chaos, and, because of this, is the perfect person to ask for help when shit has hit the fan.

Needs a nap, like, yesterday.

Aeon: Bright eyed and bushy tailed, and oh so ready to tear some shit up! But, also, like, only if that's okay? Please tell him it's okay.

No, really, he needs to be explicitly told he's allowed to do it.

He's confident in his skills as a musician, and he's not too worried about how he fits into the band, but socially? To be honest, he's not sure if he's doing anything right.

Has a bit of, "HEY, MOM! MOM! LOOK WHAT I'M DOING!" energy, but that's to be expected.

Not really a personality trait, but he can't say the word "macaroni" right.

Aurora: Like if the playlist you made when you were fourteen came back to haunt you as an adult, but in a good way?

She's so full of confidence and wonder, it's hard to believe that she can be so happy with everything going on in the world.

"Never a bad day." she'll say, even if the rain ruined her picnic, or someone's been mean to her.

Never a bad day.

Someone should really tell her it's okay to admit when something is wrong before squashing it all down causes her to break.

[mattyalwayssmokesweed]

People who call Arya a murderer for killing people fail to understand that whenever she had kill, had been out of necessity and/or justice over others that had been wronged.

Like her or hate her, she doesn’t do it out of pettiness or because she’s bloodthirsty. When Jaqen H'ghar offers her three kills —out of everyone in the world— the first person she choses is Chiswyck, who raped Layna (who mind you was only a 13 years-old brewer's daughter, not someone “important” or even someone Arya knew personally). Arya could have killed Gregor Clegane, Cersei, Tywin who I know she later thinks of, Joffrey, or even Roose Bolton —to keep her identity hidden— and yet the first thing she does with that god-like power is to get revenge over a common girl who she knew would never have the opportunity to get revenge herself.

I fully believe George put in that part both to show the true efficiency of the Faceless Men and to demonstrate everything Arya does is out of necessity or to avenge others; that even if she’s an 11 years-old little girl lost in a country at war, surrounded by dangerous people and the threat of what could happen if someone found out her true gender and name looming over her, she’s still kind. She even gave water to people she knew were not worthy of kindness several times, mainly because she knew it was the right thing to do. She sees someone suffering and she helps them, even if she judges them for their actions.

And, to further prove it, the main issue she has with the Faceless Men and what I think is going to lead to her downfall with them is their arbitrarily way of choosing their victims. It doesn’t matter if they’re good or bad, the price had been paid by someone and so the person must die. Arya hates it. In the chapter The Ugly Little Girl, when she uses the face of a girl whose father, and I quote, “beat her so often and so brutally that she was never truly free of pain or fear until she came to us”, she asks if the man was killed, and when she’s told he wasn’t, she thinks “You should have killed him”

She watched her father get murdered, was close to being reunited with her mother but couldn’t because she was killed, and saw the beheaded body of her older brother being paraded around by his allies with the head of his direwolf mockingly attached to his body. She has every right to be angry, to be pissed off, to be mean, to understand there’s no true kindness in the world, but instead she remains good.

Arya is an anti-hero. She kills people, but never good people. She has her own agenda, sure, but she also avenge others— she’s not a killer because she enjoys it; she’s mature enough to understand the danger she’s constantly in and to know she needs to do it to keep herself alive and to help others. She’s way too complex to be considered and called a murderer. She’s so much more than that.

[rust-painted-fingers]

Day 2 ... Full Moon

Techno's finger's glided over the keys, touch quick and playful. His shadow danced and flickered, following the rhythm of the music.

It was half past three, and Phil has yet to arrive home.

A dissonant chord echoed through the house, Techno's accompanying sigh hidden.

"I swear if you come back with an open wound…" Techno murmured, gaze enraptured by the flickering flame.

Phil was having a very bad, no good, terrible fucking shift.

12 hours till 3 am:

"You ready Phil?"

He met Niki's eyes and they shared a sigh.

"I swear to god I'm never taking this shift ever again, I'll fucking transfer if I have to," Phil grumbled, going over inventory.

"That's what you say now, but then you'll start feeling like a hare in a colony of bunnies soon enough," Niki quipped, scrubbing down the inside of the truck. "If I couldn't stand three hours what makes you think you can?"

Phil ignored her.

"Uhh, what are you talking about…"

Ranboo jumped at the sudden attention from the two of them.

"Shit this is your first time, isn't it?"

Niki bulldozed through Ranboo's spluttering, "Ignore him, he's just grumpy his and Techno's schedule never align." She waved her, now ignoring Phil's indignant 'Hey!' "All you need to know is everything's about to be more chaotic."

"Chaotic…?" It was clear Ranboo had no clue what was going on.

Phil sighed, "The full moon is here and its about to make every patient ten times more difficult."

"I thought that was just a myth," Ranboo said, fingers fidgeting with the box of supplies Phil asked for.

Taking the box, Phil called over his shoulder, "Believe it or not, be prepared for the worst."

10 hours till 3 am:

"How do you cut your finger off with a pumpkin scoop."

Phil looked up from his stretch. "You alright?"

Ranboo lifted his head, wonder shining in his eyes, plus some speck of pumpkin guts. "It was a kid kit."

21 year old male, helping his nieces carve their first pumpkin. Overeager and began carving the pumpking before all of the guts were scooped. Wanting to clean it up a little more, he grabbed ahold of the pumpking bowling style and lobbed his ring finger off.

Phil shrugged, "You've seen worse."

"Yeah, and somehow a pumpkin full of blood is still more disturbing."

"Ok it wasn't filled—"

"Alright boys, we can worry about Ranboo's mental state later, can you reach the top? I think I saw some guts fly up there."

Phil watched as Ranboo sweeped pumpkin innards into a bucket, already tired.

8 hours till 3am:

"Oh my god Jason you fucking asshole!"

"Ma'am we need you to step aside."

"You know I get scared easy, why would you—"

"Hey I know this is a lot, what's your name?"

"Jessica," the young woman sobbed, tears and blood streaming down her face.

"Ok, hi Jessica, I'm Ranboo. I need you to follow me outside, I promise you my team is doing everything they can to help— Jason was it?"

"They named him after that stupid fucking movie, I know!"

"Hey this is not a judging zone, promise, let's get you…" His voice went distant, escorting the distraught wife outside of the kitchen.

Phil locked eyes with Niki.

"On three, one, two, three—!"

30 year old male, father. Wanted to surprise his wife who was preparing dinner. Instead, he got a surprise slash to the chest, inches away from his neck.

"Well there goes our scary movie nights…" Jason groaned. Phil and Niki were careful but speed was critical and a few bumps were unnavoidable.

They passed Ranboo and Jessica. "I can't fucking believe you did that on our anniversary." She seemed more composed, her wobbly voice the only sign of distress.

"Ranboo."

"Ready."

5 hours till 3 am:

"I thought firefighters were the ones who helped people stuck on trees."

"They do, but our patient isn't stuck in a tree anymore," Ranboo said. Phil was more preoccupied cleaning his hands once more with a wipe. Blood always got tacky and settled inside the skin. It was a feeling Phil grew used to but even he could only tolerate it so much.

Niki glanced over to the front. "Hey Ranboo, are you sure they gave you the right direction? The city doesn't have any trees, at least not this far in."

"Didn't you guys know, they installed a new sculpture downtown," Ranboo grimaced, eyes on the road.

A beat.

"You're joking."

"Honestly would've thought you knew, Phil, didn't Techno mention it?"

Phil didn't answer the question, because Techno did mention it. In fact, he talked about it in great detail, and Phil already knew the scene awaiting them was going to be bloody as all hell.

"Niki, get double of everything ready." Because the tree they were headed to was an installation that featured spikes surrounding the trunk. Phil can still remember the excited way Techno spoke of the symbolism, how there was a birds nest that the cuckoo chick basically took hostage. It wasn't meant to last long, there was a numbered amount of normal eggs the cuckoo was meant to push out.

Phil wondered if Techno would be fine missing that particular date night.

4 hours till 3am:

"You alright there mate?"

Niki nodded, as if there wasn't a huge black eye forming on her right side.

Ranboo was a little too quiet for his taste, so Phil let her organize the remaining inventory to check up on him. She was used to the frenzy.

Taking in a deep breath, he released it as he knocked shoulders with Ranboo. He really was too tall, sitting down and yet he only barely reached his chin.

"It's not my fault you're short."

Any and all good will left Phil as he captured Ranboo in an elbow lock.

"It's not a matter of short or tall, Ran," Phil gritted, "It's about the abnormaility that is your femur being longer than our entire torso."

They grappled for a bit, with Phil as a clear winner because Ranboo may be over two meters, but his limbs were gangly and a trip hazard more than anything.

"Ok ok! I'm fine I promise!"

Phil let him go, but left his arm resting on his shoulders. "Yeah?"

Those shoulders shrugged. "I mean, you were right. I'm used to seeing worse. Honestly I don't think anything will ever beat that time with the maggots." Phil suppressed the urge to gag. He managed to block that memory.

"I get the feeling there's more."

A chuckle, "I don't know man, it's just weird. Usually the worst of worst gets spaced between shifts, but we just came back from a scare actor punching Niki, and that's the tame part."

Three highschoolers, ages 16 and a 17 year old, excited for a haunted house promoted as free for students. The cost came in the form of unsafe practices and two electracuted teenagers. The seventeen year old sported broken knuckles for getting into an altercation with an actor right before they arrived. Niki was mistaken for the teenager and got sucker punched.

"You gotta admit, it was pretty funny seeing the guy fly through the air."

He got a laugh, and Ranboo wheezed in between breaths, "I keep forgetting she has a black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jistsu."

"And you better not anymore after that demonstration."

Both Ranboo and Phil jumped, Niki cooly leaning against the truck.

"Aye aye, captain!" They chorused.

Niki grinned and went to sit next to the driver's seat.

2 hours till 3am:

"How ya holding up," Niki chirped.

Phil looked at her questioningly.

She rolled her eyes. "We're close to done, did you and Techno have any plans?"

"No jinxing! I am so close to saying goodbye to the mortal realm and you are not taking that from me!" Ranboo chimed in.

"You just had to ask en route?" Phil grinned.

Niki shrugged. "Can't really ask after, can I? The minute the clock strikes and you're gone," she teased.

Phil conceeded. "There's nothing planned, maybe I'll listen to a new piece he practiced." He laughed at her pout. "What do you want me to tell you? We're old and I can hear our bones crack in the morning."

She blew a nonexistent strand of her off her face — Phil didn't want to mention the tightness of her bun in case of causing unecessary stress of balding— and snapped a new pair of gloves. "Well I'm going on a picnic. It's going to be romantic and I'll have LED candles to set the mood."

"Can I come."

"I thought you were leaving this mortal realm?"

Phil just smiled, and against his better judgement, hoped this would be the last call of the night. Maybe he could surprise Techno.

30 minutes till 3am:

"I swear to gods if they don't count this as overtime—"

"Are you kidding? I'm pretty sure the director is afraid of you."

"Ranboo bring the truck around, I don't think we can move any further without making the injury worse."

Long legs disappeared around the corner before Niki finished her sentence.

"At least it isn't too bad, we should be able to get back to the hospital just before clock strikes three," Phil said, patting the man's pocket for a wallet.

Unknown adult male, heavier with height and weight, a sliced achilles heel on the right leg. Currently unconcsious.

"It's kinda weird, they didn't tell us how he got hurt… Did you find a wallet?"

It was strange, even more strange how there was nothing, not even a social security card or anything. "No, did they say anything about his mental state?"

Niki hummmed, hands busy with bandages, "Not that I remember, but they said the line cut after he provided the address, maybe he got mugged?"

The male wore a typical business suit, four pant's pockets and nothing inside them. He checked the jacket's inner pockets and yielded similar results. "This is weird, he doesn't have any further bruising or lacerations—"

"Uhm, guys…" Niki and Phil looked up, and froze.

Ranboo, with shaky fingers and a trembling lip, said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring them to you."

Aimed at his head, a man pointed a gun.

Bored of waiting, Techno abandonded the piano in search of Carl.

"There you are, I guess you're waiting for him too huh?"

The tortie looked up at him with wide unblinking eyes, curled in a cute donut shape on the couch.

"C'mon, let's watch something while we wait. We'll make Phil jealous that he can't join the cuddle pile until after he showers." Techno scooped up Carl, and as predicted, he began purring up a storm.

Techno wasn't paying attention all that much when he turned on the TV. Really, he just wanted some background noise while cuddling Carl so it opened on the news channel.

So focused on the soft fur beneath his hand, Techno barely caught the next words.

"—hostage situation that is using three EMT workers and an unknown civilian. Currently the hostage taker speaks of religious affiliation and requests to, quote, 'let the ritual commence without interruption—"

Techno's chest got felt heavier as he drowned out the noise of the news anchor because suddenly he was meeting Phil's gaze. It was his word ID, the one he always complained about because he looked like a sleazeball when in reality he was caught mid blink.

"Mrow."

Techno barely noticed Carl leaving his lap, his head full of static. No fucking way. It couldn't be. There would always be weird shit that happened but never did Phil get caught in a fucking hostage situ—

"Techno, hey woah—"

Before he could think beyond 'danger' his fist swung. A hang grabbed and pulled him forward, but he caught their foot to unbalance them. As gravity pulled them down Techno met Phil's eyes and only had a proficient 'fuck' fly through his head before they hit the ground. Hard.

"Ah, mate, I just got out of a hostage situation, I don't think I can spar anymore without a warmup at least."

Techno was still speechless at several realizations at once. And then he grunted as he felt Carl's 15 pound body put all his weight onto his shoulder. "Carl why are you doing this to me."

"It's called karma, Tech."

"And you!" Techno shouted, surprising Phil, "Why the hell didn't you call me! Why did I have to endure five minutes of pure adrenaline before your pasty ass got home."

Phil spluttered, choking out a laugh. "If I called you would've been even more of a wreck, what are you talking about!"

"But it would have been a controlled nervous wreck instead of an unrestrained catastrophizing spiral into—"

"Techno we're still on the floor."

"— a future where Carl would be raised by a single father—"

"Can I please shower before reassuring you I'm ok."

"I'm not letting you anywhere out of my sight from now on," Techno sniped, pulling Phil up.

Phil scritched Carl from where he curled around Techno's shoulders. "I really wasn't hurt, Niki had the worst of us and the black eye wasn't even from the guy."

It took a few minutes of patting Carl before Phil looked at Techno's unimpressed face.

"And Ranboo?"

A wince. "We pushed for him to take a break but the kid doesn't know how to stop. I think he would go insane if he actually took it."

Techno sighed. "I'm organizing a tea party and you're all expected to attend."

Phil laughed, taking off in the direction of the bathroom.

[iheart-natives]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

Everyone was laughing, cheerful and just as hungry as pigs. This day was a day you could be as gluttonous as you want and not be judged by everyone. BUT, it's a also a day were all the family drama happens when something of the slightest pops down. Your husband, Jamal, was in the kitchen, helping his family for the thanksgiving dinner. We were going to go to your parents, but they're out of town and said that they wouldn't make it there for thanksgiving in time.

But you weren't sad, they need that long break after everything that happened at their jobs last week, but we're not going to hop into that.

Jamal was smiling, happy that all of his family was here and no one was gone. You were sitting in the dinning room, scared to do or say anything so you just say there and looked pretty. Jamal's mother looked your way, slightly rolling her eyes as she gestured you to come in the kitchen. "Come in here girl, I'ma teach you how to make sweet potatoe pie." She said, her smile being as comforting than your own bed when you're down. You got up, fixing the bottom of your orange and light brown sundress (hope that sounds right 😟)

You stood in the middle between Jamal and his mother. She smiled, rubbing your arm softly. "Don't be so shy girl, you're family now." You slightly felt warm inside (not that type of warm, but his mother is fine 😝..) "Thank you, Mrs.Brown." She huffed, hitting my arm as soft as possible. "Just call me, Maria. Just don't say it a lot." She humored as looked at Jamal, but Jamal was staring at you, looking at your beautiful face features.

He whispered in your ear softly, kissing your cheek. "You're so beautiful, baby." You slightly giggled, waving his hot breath from his ear. "Stop, Jamal! Always a tease.."

After hours of helping his mother and whoever else was in the kitchen cooking, it was finally time to eat. The table they had was huge so it was enough for everyone to sit and eat hungrily on. You, of course, sat next to Jamal, holding hands under the table as his (and your) mother started praying over the food.

After she said amen, everyone was getting dump loads of everything. There was turkey, pineapple ham, dressing (I hate dressing guys 😕) yams, collared greens, Mac and cheese, sweet potato pie, Mountain Dew cake with three more cakes, and a lot, and I mean a lot, of Hawaiian rolls.

You were eating, you're soul nearly leaving every bite. "So, y/n, what do you do for a living?" You looked up seeing that his bougie (idk how to spell it) auntie talking to you. You cleared your throat, sitting up straight. "I own a fashion business for the girls on the thicker side." You said, extremely proud. She laughed, making me slightly confused as I looked at Jamal. (P.S You never really met ALLL of his family yet) He had his hand on his forehead, mumbling the words "Here we go again."

"So, you make clothes for fat people?" She asked, crossing her arms. "If you mean for yourself then yes." You clocked back, not taking anyone's disrespect from this family. She was shocked, her jaw nearly fell to the floor.

Everyone stopped eating, looking my way as his father let out a deep chuckle. "I guess she wasn't here for the trash talk, Amelia." She huffed going back to eat here food as everyone else started laughing.

You kinda felt bad, you didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings but you were going to get yours hurt in the process. Jamal chuckled, looking at you as he placed his hand in your thigh. "I never knew you were so brave." He told you as he pecked your lips softly. "I didn't know either.."

You both continued eating but his hand kept itching up towards your thigh, you didn't think much about it until his hand was u der your dress. You started feeling a little bit aroused but you quickly pushed that feeling away. But he just kept inching his fingers towards your panties, making you squirm. You quickly got up, saying excuse me to the family as you quickly walk to the restroom.

You went to their bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you as you leaned against the sink. You turned the water on, splashing some cold water on your face as you sighed a little bit. You heard a knock, thinking it was one of his family members. "I'm I here." There was a chuckle, you knew who it was so you turned around and unlocked the door. "Jamal? Why aren't you in the dinning room." He made his way inside, closing the door back and locking it.

"Baby, you okay? You just left like that." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and getting closer to you. He out his head on the crook of your neck, kissing it softly. You let out a soft whimper as he settled you on the edge of the sink. "I might just skip dinner and go straight to dessert.." He said, lifting my dress up.

🪷

"Ah! Jamal..! " You wrapped you freshly done nails around his hair, gripping his strands softly as he went down on you. "You're flowing like a waterfall, ma.. " He mumbled, running his tongue up and down your clit as he sucked on it softly. He gripped your thick thighs, nearly piercing your skin.

"I'm close-! " When them words came out your mouth, he pulled away, licking his lips. Your high became ruined, slightly pissed now. "No, I want you to cum on my dick, not my mouth." He said, unbuckling his belt and he met his pants and boxers drop. You were always surprised when you saw his cock, it's like he was growing everytime y'all had sex.

"Wait-.. " Before you could say anything, he rammed it inside, making you cover your mouth and curl your toes. You literally cummed on the spot but he kept going, wanting to get a second orgasm out of you. You didn't want to be loud, but it was hard when he kept ramming his 9 inch dick inside you.

You were moaning slightly loudly, which caused Jamal to cover your mouth as he continued ramming himself inside you, all the liquid and juices falling down his leg and yours, even in the sink.

"Baby, I'm almost close.." he told you, kissing you as you put your arms around his shoulder, wanting him to cum inside. He started going faster, scratching the back of his neck as he gave you one last thrust. He sighed, slowly moving as he pulled away from the kiss, looking deep into your eyes, like he's trying to read your soul.

"𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠."